maybe later
“where the hell are you…” the woman spoke the words into complete silence, alone in her uncle’s recording studio - eyes cast down towards the dull light of her phone screen resting in her lap. this wasn't anything new, she honestly didn't know why she even questioned it anymore. didn't matter the day, didn't matter the occasion- kikwang was always freaking late.
sitting alone in the studio, she contemplated the different ways to lecture him - fitting into her classic mother role she always got when she was around the drummer. hwasa was never truly mad, he was always there when they needed him to be. but was it really that hard to be at practice on time?
groaning, she's about to call kikwang when she hears the door open behind her - a sigh of relief washing over her before she's turning around, bitch face loaded and ready. “do you purposely come in late just to piss me off, you asshole?”
@kikwangrk