Kwon Jiyong is five foot eight, an atheist, and absolutely disregard the existence of karma.

In his left hand, hiding in his pocket, were two tickets for a Sechskies concert. Yes, the Yellow one (he doesn't bother remembering the name) and yes, the first ever concert since their debut, that one that got sold out over three minutes. Jiyong would never admit it even in front of the Court, but he ing sat in his goddamn table, waiting the countdown, all the while cursing Seungri and his pathetic choice of idolization. And of course, his pathetic heart for being a whipped mess over his maknae.

AAHH!

But he still felt smug. Because he managed to get a front row ticket. A pretty good spot. Really.

Not that he cares. He doesn't even want to be  anywhere near those five airheads but he wants to be beside Seungri.

He almost thought of just buying the whole block so he and Seungri could solo themselves in the front row and he doesn't have to stick close to anyone but it'll be all over the news and then he'll have to answer to both his boss and the whole of Korea why he suddenly became a Jekkies.

The thought of it made him shudder.

He couldn't lie to save his life (though he'll be a master of deception if Seungri need him be) so he will most likely screw their agency over by implying that he actually despise the group (and