Seungri lifted the weights as he released a heavy breath, then dropped them on the ground as his muscles gave in. When fatigue settled in, he let himself fall on a bench and took slow breaths, cooling off. His current state could only be described in one word. A mess. When he was at home, all he would do was lie in bed, staring at the ceiling like a lunatic, or sit on the couch and watch TV monotonously. So going to a nearby fitness center had been the next best choice. At least he wouldn't be alone.

But now that he had spent a good two hours in the gym, he had no choice but to go home. Reluctantly he got up.

Twenty minutes later he walked into his suite with a heavy duffel bag hanging over his shoulder. He the lights and looked up, studying the kitchen. All he could see was Suzy complaining there about having to cook him food.

"Shi+."

Much too miserable to even do anything but think, he set down on his living room couch, his head falling onto his hands. Damn. His eyes were stinging.

Inconsolable