He is mine.

Permanent. Fixed. Unchanged.

I don’t care if I had to say it thousands times. I want it to stay like that forever.

As if saying it is not enough. I am restless. I am anxious. This turbulent  inside of me need to be tamed. It’s raging inside me.

Mine. Mine. Mine. Forever belong to me.

And I did one thing that can give me some peace. If only a tiny bit of it. It does. And it must.

The tattoo on my shoulder. A perfect camouflage.

VIIIVIII VIII IVIII              88 8 18

What funny about this is everybody was deceived by it. They said I copied Rihanna. How dumb can people be? Didn’t they see how Rihanna did it? And how different it was?

XI.IV.LXXXVI                    11.4.1986

Can’t they see the different? How I only used V and I on me. People are fool. Should I be glad of it? And thanks to that girl. I have a tiny bit peace of mind. 

Now I carry his name everywhere. To my room. To my bed. Everywhere I go. His name is on me. Tattoo to me. Never escape. Forever with me.

“Hyung! Your new tattoo is cool. But why are you using only V and I? Where are the X and others? Now I feel as if you wrote my name on your shoulder.”

He laughs nervously.

You are amazing Seungri. You are truly a genius. You see what oth