Jiyong was sitting in the living room in his penthouse, smoking a cigarette and tapping away on his phone. The large penthouse was quiet save for the faint sound of typing, and the scent of cigarette smoke lingering on the air.

He was dressed for comfort, a black shirt and loose fitted black sweat pants. Black messy hair hanging in his eyes. He let out a sigh, flicking ashes into an ash tray.