Producer Min

Min slowly shifts to sit correctly feet on the ground, rolling his eyes and waving his hand at his cousin's comment about his mother. "Nothing, she wants me to go spend time at the village and play dress up this weekend. Prime Minister's family. Pass." Min forced a smile. "I am not in the mood to go back in time. That is her job, not mine. I sent a time period appropriate gift and handwritten with a brush." The producer blinks, staring up at the clock before shaking his head. "I went to sleep .." He pauses trying to think, "around three? So for six hours.. but it has been dark in here, curtains have been closed for .. forever pretty sure." Min groans tossing his phone aside and pushing himself up off the couch, his back and knees popping, groaning as he hobbled to the kitchen and grabbed two bottle of juice from the fridge. "Yeah, always.. but you got to change the litter, i don't want to smell." Min says handing over one of the bottles of juice to his cousin. "Strawberry juice, grandma made it. My mother dropped it off this ...sometime in the last few days." Min yawned. "I hate vacations." He finally turned to look at Seungho. "Why do you need to stay?"

Min's fingers zoomed across his keyboard, he was typing whatever came to mind as the unfinished track played over and over. He was letting his thoughts flow freely, only pausing as there is a knock on his door. His phone buzzed a moment later. Min rolled his eyes and sent a reply back telling him to come in, though he was sure that his message was sent after the younger opened the door. Pausing the track, and turning to face the younger producer, fingers locking together. "Well I most likely have dozens here, we just have to find the right one hmm." His eyebrows raise up. "No coffee? also washed up? You are not washed up, you are just having a block." Min rolled his eyes playfully, turning to save his progress, so that the other had his full attention. "again, no coffee?" Min tsks at the other before reaching for his phone. "Have you eaten? You can't work on an empty stomach. I can't either." He nods, motioning for Kai to sit. "Sit, sit, and we can talk over a nice meal and coffee. which you did not bring me" Min says again with a pout.

Min is home, having been forced to take time off, paid time off but still he couldn't go to the office. Just a few more days. Hearing noise he moves on the couch, popping up enough to see over the edge of it, but hearing Seungho he just lays back down. "In here." The producer yawns, stretching but still laying down. "I thought you were my eomma for a moment. Thank god it is only you." Min says finally sitting up, his hair a mess as he looks around trying to figure out where he is and what time it is. "What day is it? What time is it?" Min asks turning his attention back to his cousin. "Coffee?" His eyebrows raise, hopeful Seungho has brought him his favorite beverage. "If not, you want coffee?" Min asks looking for his phone and pulling it out from under his pillow, unlocking it and opening the app he used for his coffee orders.