Years later, Jiyong would still remember that day. The image was ingrained in his mind -- the shattering of Seungri's hope and love, tears rolling down his porcelain skin.

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Jiyong sometimes wondered if he could have changed anything.

Then he would think of the hundreds of thousands of fans, all chanting his name, the adrenaline coursing through his veins,  the world tours, the fan meets -- that was something he could never give up. Not for anything.

But that was the past.

This is now.

And Jiyong could never have kept running forever.