Seungri squinted his dark eyes and bit his lower lip. He wiped the thin film of sweat from his forehead and creased it in frustration. He wished he went back in time when he did not have such a burdensome responsibilty. When that brought on no solution, Seungri began pacing, weighing the pros against the cons. Just as he was on the verge of making a decision, a hand smacked the back of his head.

 " Dammit, Seungri, just tell me what flavour ice cream I should get," Ji Yong hissed.