Author's POV:
    There was a boy in a room. He had pale skin, brown eyes, and brown hair. Attractive. He was crying. He

looked down upon the table and saw a book. He picked it up. It was leather-bound. It wasn't a book...it was

a diary. He flipped it open and read the inscription and fresh tears began streaming down his face.

JiYong's POV:

    I traced the familiar cursive....of course, she would write in English. The inscription read: 'To my beloved

Jiyongie. Saranghae, forever and ever, no matter what.' I flipped the page.

Dear Oppa,

    If you're reading this it's because it's been exactly a year since my death. I hope you're doing well and

that you've moved on. Well, if you haven't: Get on with it, boy!! Go talk to that Sandara girl, she always had

a thing for you; If you have: Good. Be happy always. I miss you... I love you.

    Now, I'll explain everything that I couldn't before. Okay, I was diagnosed with a malignant tumor growth

on my brain. I didn't ask for details, so, here's all I know: It's like a big bad thing grew on my brain 

and...yeah, that's it. You're probably angry and wondering why I didn't tell you, ne? Haha, you are, aren't

you? Admit it. I'm your baby boo and I know you better than anyone <3. Well, I didn't want to worry you

and I wanted us to spend the remainder of my life together as always. I know that is selfish, but that was

my dying wish. (Kekeke, get it 'dying wish?' LMAO).

Okay, well, I'm bored with this part. Talk to you tomorrow, Oppa!

Saranghae,
    Your Baby Boo
        Kang Chun Hei

Sleep well. XOXOXOXOXO