"Yah!  Lee SeungHyun! Dinner's ready!"  JiYong walked along the hall towards the maknae's room at a fast pace, intending to scold the boy for ignoring his fifty or so calls of 'time to eat' and 'dinner's ready'.  

"Lee SeungHyun, why are you ignoring me?" JiYong had arrived at the door of the one and only Seungri, "Yah! You better not be doing what I think you're doing!"  Knocking loudly, he slammed the door open. Expecting to see, well,  something other than Seungri wincing as he sat up.

"Seungri-ah? What's wrong?  Are you sick?"  Worried, JiYong quickly moves to place a hand over the younger's forehead, "you don't have a fever, what's wrong Seungri-ah?"

Seungri looked down, mumbling something that JiYong didn't quite catch, "what?  Seungri you'll have to speak up." He replied getting impatient because of the quickly cooling food left on the table.

"I, uh...  mybutthurts..." speaking fast so his words were almost indistinguishable, he thought JiYong couldn't make out what he had said and prepared himself to face the humiliation of saying it again but slower, that is until he looked up just in time to see J