11 months with full of love from strangers changed Seungri's perspective. 

"Students, our semester is coming to an end..." "aaaahhhhh" the whole class sigh "What's wrong? Did I say something wrong?" Miss Lydia asks "We don't want to end yet. We'll be missing your class later" Sasaki utters "Yes miss! Can't we just stay like this?" This time Keita makes sounds. "How is that possible? It's good to the degree year everyone. So you guys can step forward one step to the working life or continuing your Master's. Don't you forget we have our 2 Korean students here? They must be excited to go home" she smiles at Seungri and Daesung who sitting in the 3rd row of the hall. "So we have less than 2 months left for study weeks and exam weeks. Be prepared and if you guys have anything to ask just email me. If you want to see me personally, I'll be in my office, 4th-floor left-wing, there's my name at the door. But office hour only" "ALRIGHT MISS!" the whole class answered synchronized

"Ri, I'm going to pack some food for dinner. Are you going with me?" Daesung asked. Daesung and Seungri are in the same course, the same university and the same apartment also share the same room. "Sounds good. I'll tag along hehe. I was thinking to cook something for dinner but since you're asking me now, so why not? hehe" "I know this lazy panda doesn't care about food. The only thing you care is your books and studies and your exam result" he ruffled the younger's hair. "Ri, you're burning. Are you okay?" Daesung realized and right away touch Seungri's forehead and neck, checking his body temperature. "I'm okay hyung. Just a fever. I'll take medicine tonight and rest well," he smiled. "If that's so, you just go home first. I'll buy something for you. No need to walk, accompany me to buy food," "It's okay hyung. I..." "Go home. Don't tire yourself." "Neh..." he just gives up not wanting to fight with the hyung of him because he knows he won't win against him. 

Seungri walks to his apartment where most of the international students live there. As he arrived when he throws his body on the comfy bed, he receives a text from a private number

AlwaysYoungBae
|| Hey Ri, what's up? I don't know if you have my number or not... hmm... I bet no, right? It's your Youngbae hyung. I got your number Sehun. He hesitates to give to me at first and finally, he gave it to me yesterday. Actually, I'm in Tokyo right now with my partner. If you're free, I would like to see you. Just for a while. 5 minutes is enough. I'll be here for 2 weeks. Text me again, when and where you free bcoz I don't want to disturb your schedule. ||

He sighs after reading it. "Should I go? What's the motive if I hate Youngbae hyung? He didn't do anything to me. Eomma, Appa and other hyungs as well. God, help me! Why I can't hate them even they had hurt me" 

Ririseyo
|| I already save your number by now hyung. Uhmm... I think I can't meet you now coz I'm under weather now. Will let you know later. Tc. ||

In less than a minute, he replied

AlwaysYoungBae
|| Are you sick? Okay then. Text me when you're feeling well. Don't forget to take your med. Love you, maknae. || 

After reading it, Seungri doesn't even bother wanting to reply to the message because his head is aching. To be honest, he didn't eat anything since morning because he has no appetite to eat due to the fever. He groaned on the bed and at the same time, Daesung already arrives home. "Seungri!?" he rushed from the front door to their room. Unluckily, their other 2 housemates weren't home yet. Daesung harshly opens the door and sees Seungri curling on his bed holding his head. "RI!!!!???!!! Yah, what happened?" "Hyung... hurts..." he becomes breathless and sweating like buckets. "OMG, you're burning. Hang on." Daesung reached his phone from his bag and call the medic team. In 3 minutes, they arrived and Seungri seems a bit calm before they mobilize him to the nearest hospital. 

"Your friend just had a fever and nothing serious. His headache because he hadn't eaten anything since morning, and it causes low blood pressure. Let him rest for the next hour and you can bring him back home. I excuse first." "Thank you, doctor." Daesung walks near the bed and sees his little friend sleeping peacefully. While waiting, he starts to read the notes on his phone to kill the time. *Ting* Notifications sounds from Seungri's phone. Daesung reaches it and is stunned for a while. 

Bae hyungie 
|| I dropped by your college apartment just now but the guard didn't let me in. So I left the food to the guard. Don't forget to take it and share with your friends. Love, hyung. ||

Daesung started to feel curious after reading the text. He thought Seungri didn't have any contacts with his family. "How can Youngbae hyung get his number?" His thought is distracted when Seungri started to whimper in his sleep and finally, he's awake. "Ri??" "Hyung, I'm thirsty." Daesung helps Seungri to drink water. "Feeling better?" Seungri just nodded since he's still weak and tired. "Your hyung texted" "What did he say?" "He bought food for us but I think everyone has already eaten by now. How?" "Just ask anyone at home to take it and save it" "Alright," "Hyung, when can I go home?" "Once your IV Drip finish, we can go home. Now, just rest." "Sorry for troubling you hyung" "Don't mention it" 
 

==FAIRNESS== 
 

It's on Friday. Seungri walks from the bus stop to home. He's so happy because he has only a few homework from his favourite teacher in Mathematics and English. Next week is examination weeks, so he wanted to study during the whole weekend. 'Student who gets the highest marks and the first place in this class will get candy every time I have classes with you. Is that okay?' Seungri remembers Miss Jung's words. He really loves Mathematics and English. "I'm home." Happily greet with his soft voice. "Ha, great you're home now. After this, help me with the boxes out there and bring it upstairs. I need to start packing it before ship it to my customers" Lee Eomma said slumber like the boy did nothing before. Didn't care about his tiredness. "Neh, eomma" he answered and hurriedly goes to his room, change his clothes. Not even enough 5 minutes, "YAH!!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING SO LONG UP THERE? COME HERE BRING THIS" he heard his mom shouted. "Ah, sorry eomma. I just changed my clothes," "EXCUSES" "Lift the boxes and put it in the living room up there." Each box weight is about 8-10kg. An eight years old boy lifted about 6 or maybe 7  boxes of the weight mentioned. It can be considered as abusing if it's in public. What kind of mom asks a kid to lift it when the other hyung who aged 12 and 16 years old are at home? There's one more box left to be moved and Jiyong comes out from his room. "Why so many stuff mom?" asking without any intention to lend a hand even he saw Seungri struggling to put the box on the floor. "My friend asked me to ship the orders she collected because she's going to the UK tomorrow and the customer can't wait for another 2 weeks. That's why I help her" The two exchanging few words while Seungri hurriedly walks down to finish the work so he can do his homework and starts his revision but 
*PRANG* a loud noise coming from the end of the stairs. Accidentally, the heavy box slipped from his hand. Besides the things inside the box damage a bit, his left fingers were stuck in under the heavy box between the edge of the stairs. "DIDN'T I TELL YOU TO LIFT IT PROPERLY?" Lee Eomma shouted as she walks down and harshly she yanked Seungri's hair. The panda-like boy bit his lips avoiding his sobbing voice escapes from his mouth, holding back the aching feeling in his hand and hair. Jiyong watching the situation without any feelings to help his dongsaeng or stop the mother. "Eomma, m-m-my hands. Hh-hurts" he stutters "ARE YOU CHANGING TOPICS SO, I WON'T MAD AT YOU? YOU RUINED MY THINGS AND YOU TRYING TO RUN AWAY?" without mercy, she steps on the other hands. At that time, Seungri hands half-open from the punch gesture. "EOMMA!!! Ss-st-stop p-p-plea..se" Seungri shouted under his breath. "YOU BETTER DO NOT START ANY MESS AFTER THIS" she pushed his head again luckily it wasn't hit the wall. She lifts the box and left Seungri there. 

With tears streaming down like water tap, Seungri put both of his hands near his chest. Instead of going into his room, he decides to stay at the backyard where he always spends his evening with the maid because he really scared to see his mom. Ha, where is she? Where is Shin ahjumma? Where she had been? She went out to buy groceries with the driver. Seungri sits on the swing under the tree, sobbing. 3 of his left fingers is red coloured and swollen a bit. Less hurt than his right hand. He didn't dare to open his hands because it hurts a lot to move it. "Aa-ah!" he whimpered when he tried to open it. He's been there for almost an hour. He's tired, hurts and hungry. A growing up kid needs lots of food. Not long after that, Shin ahjumma sees him from the kitchen window. "Why Seungri is sitting there?" she asked herself, weird and curious. She unlocks the back door and walks towards the poor boy. Seungri almost falls asleep when she's there. "Seungri-ya, why are you here?" She asked tapping the boy's shoulder from the back but "What happened to your hands?" she tried to hold it "Aa-ah, it hurts" tears fall again for nth times "Ommo?! It sprained. Stay still. Ahjumma calls Kim ahjussi." A few minutes later, both of them approaches the boy. "Let's get inside and treat this." Kim ahjussi knows about massage and treats sprained parts. 

Kim ahjussi lift Seungri in bridal style, bringing him inside but he stops when Seungri refuse to be taken to his own room. "Seungri why?" Shin ahjumma asks. "I don't want Eomma mad at me," Kim ahjussi and Shin ahjumma started to feel weird but they shrugged it off. Seungri ends up in Shin ahjumma's room. The swollen fingers already lessen when Shin ahjumma put ice on it. Now, his sprained right hands. He hissing every time Kim ahjussi wanted to touch it, making the older man feel sorry towards him. "In one breath and it'll end the pain, okay?" Tears haven't stopped since then. "Okay like this, lay down on your stomach. Use the pillow to cover your scream from being listened to by others."  Shin ahjumma helps Seungri moves. "In three and I'll do it" he nodded slowly "One... two... three!" "AARGH!!" the sounds of his screams explain how hurt he is. "Try moves it" he looks into Kim ahjussi's eyes, hesitates to do so but confident again when he smiles and assuring him. Kim ahjussi then wrap his hand using a bandage. "Don't use it too much or better to not use it in the next week." "Help massage it before he sleeps and put some oil before bandage it every time you change it." Seungri already sleeping by the time Kim ahjussi talking to ahjumma. 

"Could it be...?" "What?" Kim ahjussi asks Shin not satisfied. "When I came in, I don't see any boxes out there. Could it be Seungri the one who lifts all of it?" "Are you kidding me? The boxes are super heavy for 8 years-old kid lift. It's nonsense" Kim ahjussi said disbelief. "Hmm... that's pretty possible. Maybe he fell at school or something." Before Kim ahjussi has time to answer her, he heard Lee Eomma calling for him. Shin ahjumma back to her works, keeping all the groceries she bought earlier before checking back on Seungri. "Ahjumma, Riri hungry," he said trying to get up from his laying position. "You haven't eaten? It's already 6 p.m. Wait here, ahjumma feed you okay." she smiles. While Seungri is e