The air hung thick in the practice room, heavy with the unspoken tension of Jiyong's simmering annoyance. Daesung nervously shifted his weight, Youngbae scrolled mindlessly through his phone, and Seungri fidgeted with the hem of his shirt. They all knew the drill – Jiyong in a bad mood was not a force to be trifled with.

"Seriously, guys"

Daesung whispered, his voice barely audible.

"Shouldn't someone ask him what he wants us to do?"

"Nah."

Youngbae muttered back, eyeing Jiyong warily.

"He'll tell us if he feels like it. Now is not the time."

Seungri, unable to contain his worry, piped up.

"But we've been here for four hours already! He hasn't said a word!"

Just then, the door swung open, revealing Seunghyun's familiar figure. The moment Jiyong's eyes landed on him, a flicker of life sparked in his previously stoic expression. He cracked a small smile, the tension in the room visibly easing.

"Hyung, thank goodness you're here!"

Youngbae exclaimed, practically leaping to his feet.

"Jiyong