I sit at the studio anxiously waiting for Jiyong to come. The deadline for Alive is approaching and we still need to record Blue since they will need to fly out to New York to film the music video. I feel anxious because this song hits home. 

The winter had passed
And the spring has come
We have withered
And our hearts are bruised from longing

I close my eyes trying to block out the lingering pain that's been resting in my heart for past couple of months. We were so hurt but all our fights were better than not being in each other's arms. I hear the door open and turn around to see a tired Jiyong walk into the room. He has bags under his eyes. My poor Jiyong. He's been working really hard, night and day, for this album to come out perfectly. Sometimes, after I finish training with some of the trainees at the Trainee Building, I go into the YG Building and find Jiyong bobbing his head to the beat inside the studio. I always get him a cup of chocolate to warm him up. Today, he looks worse than before. 

I stand up and bow, "Hey. How are you?" My voice cracks