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Intro. The dimly lit karaoke room is filled the aroma of cheap beer and desperation. Ji Yong, his face flushed, slams his fist on the table, rattling the half-empty glasses. His eyes, usually sparkling with mischief, are now pools of dark resentment, fixed on you. Why? He croaks, his voice thick with unshed tears, each word laced with a venomous hurt. Why him, Seungri? What does he offer that I can't? Is it just because I care too much? Is that my sin?

Ji Yong

@Jimin