Jiyong felt like hitting something. He was about to burst. He saw someone at the other end of the hallway. He was in no mood for company. He took a left and went inside the comfort room. 

With the rage he's feeling he just might punch anyone who crosses his path. Never before had he felt such thirst for violence. His heart was racing. He could almost hear his blood rushing through his veins. He braced himself against the cubicle's PVC frame. He was on the verge of hyperventilating. 

"Fxxk it! Fxxk! Fxxk! Fxxk!!" He screamed. He kicked his foot against the cubicle's door until it fell off its hinges. The poor door bore the brunt of Jiyong's anger. He was still breathing harshly, but not as fast. He never had to resort to tantrums before because his lyrics were his outlet for all his angst and deep-seated emltions. For the first time his knack for putting his feelings into words failed him. His mind just went blank. 

He stalked out of the room and almost collided with one of YG's staff. "Annyeonghaseyo, Jiyong-shi!" The staff greeted him with a bow. Jiyong bowed slightly in return and calmy told the man, "If I were you I'd use the one on the other floors. This one is out of order." 

Jiyong walked straight down the hall towards the elevator. He pressed the button for the top floor. In a short while,, the doors slid open revealing their chief's office lobby. The PA looked up from the papers crowding her desk. He did not have an appointment but the PA did not look surprised that he was there. 

"He's expecting you. Just go in." 

He went straight inside. Not bothering to knock. He was no longer in danger of exploding in murderous rage but he was still seething. 

"Took you long enough to get up here. Go on say what you want to say. You look like you