I'm afraid of the dark, and I will never – ever tell anyone. Here I am scaring the out of me, walking the dark corridors of YG building, and I can’t find the damn switch!

Why bother? Because unnie wanted sweet corns and the politics of age overpowers my position as leader.

“I am not afraid.” Whisper to self 300000 times until you reach the pantry, slowly slowly –

Ooooooh cold hands ~

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ~ HOLY FRIGGIN FAT MOTHERIN--…”

 I aimlessly punched when I realized, “Tabi-oppa?”

“Urgh…hi?” he smiles sheepishly. “Care for ice cream?”