His head was throbbing and the only thing he could hear was the incessant whine of Jiyong's voice. He brought his hands up to
his face and rubbed at his temples with his fingers. All he wanted was a few moments of piece and quiet. All he wanted was for his
leader to shut up.

"But really, Seungri, you need to be more conscientious of your actions, of your body. You should watch Taeyang more often.
You could learn a lot from him, you know. His executions are clean and damn-near flawless. Every practice would run smoothly
if you had his technique."

"Shut up," Seungri mumbled as he rubbed his temples. The pounding of his head intensfied the more the elder male talked.
It was always like this. After every practice, every rehearsal, every performance review. Taeyang this and Taeyang that. His effort
was never appreciated. He was never good enough for the leader.

"I'll set aside some extra time tomorrow for you and Taeyang to practice together. He won't mind. He's always been willing to
help out and he's come to me before, offering to stay late to help you get better. While it's not a big one, you do have a feature
in this song, and Taeyang could--"

"Shut up," Seungri yelled, interrupting him. "I'm tired of hearing your voice! It's grating on my very last nerve. Just shut the hell up!"

"Seungri, what the hell?" The male took a step back, his eyes widened in shock. "What the hell has gotten into you? You can't talk to
me like that. I'm your hyung and, more importantly, your leader."

"Don't you dare," Seungri said through gritted teeth. "Don't you dare pull the leader card on me. You're not my leader. You didn't even
want me in the group!"