January 1, 2015

I woke up today feeling refreshed and with lyrics in my mind. My first thought was to give you a call to help me out with the rap. Our maknae rapper could always make my songs better with his raps. I never thanked you for that. 12 Months is to this day, my biggest masterpiece and it wouldn't be so without your help. But I can't call you now, since it's CEO Yang's order to keep business strictly between YG idols. I got to work with Tablo hyung, and GD hyung also helped out, but it's not the same as with you, maknae. You will always be my maknae even if I'm here and not there with you.

Sorry for disappointing you, Cheolyongie.

“Yah, Doong-ah!” Jiyong yelled, waving a hand in front of his face. “You’re spacing out again!”

“Sorry, hyung,” he replied, turning back to the computer screen.

GD sighed, rubbing his face with a hand. “Take ten minutes, okay? We’ll continue after.”

“Hyung… I’m fine, I can work—” Sanghyun started to say, but the older cut him off.

“I—I can’t say I understand what you’re going through,” Jiyong said, turning of the monitor. “BIGBANG was never close to disbanding, although considering how we all are doing our own thing and haven’t had a comeback in years, someone could think we are, but… It will get better, I promise.”

“Thanks, hyung,” Sanghyun said with a sad smile.

March 3, 2016

Maknae! Happy Birthday~~! Your new album is daebak. I bought three copies kkk. Dadoongie likes it a lot too.

I miss you, Bang Puppy.

“Hey!” a female voice called from somewhere to his right, and he looked up to see Chaerin coming toward him. “Your sister is looking for you, why are you hiding in the gym?”

“I’m not hiding,” he said, closing the notebook. “It’s too noisy downstairs. I can’t focus.”

“Ah.” She nodded understandingly. The Running Man crew were going through the building, chasing WINNER around. “We’re holed up in our recording room. You should come with us. At least you won’t be alone if they find you.”

“I’ll go down in a bit,” he said, smiling at the girl.

“Bommie has food~”

He laughed loudly at the bait, and nodded his head. He got to his feet, and dusted off his pants.

“As long as it’s not corn.”

Chaerin laughed and led him downstairs.