more milk.
@yhhideyo
seungjun heaves a deep sigh as he comes to a slow into his driveway. if he had never gotten involved with modeling he was sure he would never have expected it to be even a tenth of how exhausting it really was. as tiring as it could get though, it was something he sincerely enjoyed doing considering he had a lot control over what he could do.
today’s shoot had been out further than usual and he silently thanked himself for having drove instead of taking the subway. he knows his patience was wearing a little thin on how long the commutes were getting for the past few shoots he’d done out of city. after the long day he had, he was ready to go home and just take the much needed relaxing night off.
after ten more minutes of simply sitting, seungjun finally decided to step out, grabbing his suede jacket from the passenger side before entering his home through the back. as he pushed the door open though, the sound of japanese rock immediately filled his ears. it smelled like food as well. whether the intruder had been cooking or ordered in seungjun couldn’t tell.
well accustomed to this by now, seungjun didn’t spare even a second thought as he simply let the door shut behind him and lock by itself, now trapping him in as a victim of his own home. he could make out a few different shouts in-between the music as he slowly made his way to the living room where the culprit was found.
nishinoya hideyo.
jamming loudly to j-rock.
in the middle of the room.
shamelessly.