'It's not me! It's not me!' The look in Seungri's eyes would follow him to the grave, that flash of betrayal quickly covered with anger was haunting him even now. 'But I'm not doing this...' He wanted to scream, to cry, to anything that might reassert control of his own body. He wanted to erase the look of disappointment from Seungri's eyes

Jiyong enjoys these quiet moments the most.