The day came by as the night went. Jiyong was back in his room, staring blankly at the ceiling, waiting for answers to drop from the sky. What would he do? Was there anything to do? He was not a miracle maker, why would he even try?   He looked at the clock: 4 PM. The 'bonding party' was at 5. Who starts a party at 5 PM? Oh! Right! YG did. Although Jiyong didn't feel like going, he knew he had to. Missing that party was no option. As defeated as Jiyong was feeling, he had to go there. Go to the party, talk to some people, take some pictures, post on Instagram, go back to the room and drink till he felt nothing.    He wasn't really sure about when the tears started falling from his eyes, but he was openly crying now. Tears free falling from his eyes, agonizing whimpers and an excruciating pain in his chest.  'I've lost her. It's over.' That's what his head kept telling him, but deep inside, he still had some hope and that was what was killing him. There was nothing to do and yet, he kept thinking he was forgetting something. What could it be?   Laying in bed and crying his heart out was what he wanted to do, but Jiyong knew he had to prepare himself for the party. So he stood up and went straight to the shower. He stood there for at least 40 minutes trying to make all his feelings drift away with the water pouring on him, but it did not work.   Reaching for a towel, Jiyong dried himself and dresses one of the clothes he had chosen and sat on the bed again.  Checking his phone, he saw messages from his group members telling him to hurry up. Checking the previous messages, he saw a text from YG saying the party would start at 3 and not at 5 as he said before.   With a sigh, Jiyong stood from the bed and walked towards his bag to look for the final touch. His perfume bottle. 'Did I forget it at home?' He asked and kept looking. It wasn't until he touched something that reality came back to him. He was indeed forgetting something. There, in his hands, was his last hope.   "Don't open it yet." He remembered what she said that time. "When should I open it?" He remembered how curious he was, but still waited for what she had to say. "When you feel defeated."    Bom was right. He didn't even need the key. The padlock was easy to break and his eagerness have him a strength he didn't know he had. So he saw it.   On the first page of that small brown diary, -that small brown diary that Jiyong thought had nothing special on the day he got it - written with Bom's calligraphy:  I still love you. Always have and always will. Come and find me if you love me back.   -   "Dance with me." "I don't think that's a good idea." Bom said, but when Jiyong wrapped his ar