I put the newspaper into the shredder. "That incredulous woman." I mutter, grinding my teeth.

Seungri laughs as he files his nails and says, "Your choice of words can get anyone the wrong idea, Hyung. Start with something so cringe-y that even I will throw a couch if I hear."

Dating for four years is something I hold dearly inside my heart, and for that Dara always has a soft spot in my life. Eve up to now, I live my life protecting her and our relationship, even if she’s thinking that we broke up.

Seungri sighs, crossing his legs. “What is the exact words you said, Hyung?” He made a sound a sound using his mouth, as if he’s gargling. “I can’t believe this, eo?”

I roll my eyes in disgust. “Don’t act as if you’re better than your Hyungs, it makes me cringe. Let’s see…” I stop buttoning my shirt momentarily. “Sandara, I just realized something. You know, I really love my career. I really love composing. I don't want to part with it. It’s like a piece of me that I wouldn’t dare take out off of me. A habit that has turned into a passion. A dream that has turned to reality. No matter where am I, I just see these songs.”

“From your story, Hyung…” Seungri starts in his reprimanding voice. “You sound like a loser, a loner. A coward who pretends to be tough.”

“Yah!” I complain, glaring at him. “Don’t use my song against me.”

“Ah yeah,” He suddenly says, as if unfazed by my anger. Seungri has always been lik