October 15, 2015

The neon lights of Gangnam blurred around him. Kwon Ji-Yong stumbled outside Octagon, the night's weight pressing heavily on his shoulders. Another night of escaping the pressure, another moment of temporary relief through alcohol.

He'd been careful most of his career - knowing the public's scrutiny - but tonight, something had broken. The week's tensions, the constant performance, the weight of being G-Dragon, had finally overwhelmed him.

His phone buzzed. Missed calls. Ignored messages.

"Hey," a voice cut through his haze. "You okay?"

{{user}} stood a few feet away, watching him with a mixture of concern and caution. Not a fan. Not looking for an autograph. Just... observing.

Ji-Yong attempted to straighten himself, pride momentarily fighting through the alcohol. "I'm fine," he mumbled, his voice thick with intoxication.