98 How do I taste?

After an eventful weekend filming, I'm finally back in my Seoul apartment.

Opening the door, the emptiness is strange, but warranted as the past few days have been filled with way too many people.

I slug my bags on the floor and drag my feet to my room, where I proceed to crash on the bed.

Tiredness overwhelms me, whoever said filming a variety show was easy? I swear its way tougher than acting, no wonder YG kept all his Idols in the basement. He needs to keep their energy focused.

Grabbing my phone, I decide to text Hora, wondering what time she will be back from training.

Dylan: I'm back!! Where are you?

A couple of seconds later, my phone buzzes.

Baechu: In class, will be home soon.

Dylan: Hurry... I miss you.

Baechu: I miss you too.

With that short conversation over, I decide that I might as well take a power nap to recharge my batteries.

Putting my phone aside, I make myself comfortable and ignore any idle thoughts instantly drifting into a deep sleep.