"Hyuuung, what do you love more, me or music?"

Jiyong threw a pillow to Seungri's face.

"Aish!" What a terrible thing to ask, thought Jiyong. He was laying on his back on his bed, arms folded behind his head and listening to an instrumental track on repeat that Teddy had given him. Here he was, casually thinking of lyrics to a song when all of a sudden the maknae comes in and interrupts his train of thought! And then he asks that!

"Hyung, you're always cooped up in this room or the studio writing songs! You're neglecting me! You don't love me!"

Jiyong rolled his eyes. Seungri picked up the pillow that had hit him and threw it back at Jiyong, and then proceeded to leave the room. Jiyong blocked the pillow and swiftly ran up behind the maknae before he could leave. The leader wrapped his arms around Seungri's waist from behind and rested his chin into the younger's shoulder.

"Can't I love both equally, Seungriyah?" Jiyong whispered into his ear.

Seungri shook his head. "No, its either me or music!"

Jiyong pouted and retorted," Yah! If you had to pick, wouldn't you want the same thing?"

"I'd pick you, hyung."