"I've got a great idea," Jiyong proclaims as he leans his entire weight on the younger boy, pinning him to the bed. His hair is messily piled on his head, bits of it falling into his eyes. It's getting long and Seungri knows Jiyong plans to cut it for their next concert; Seungri will miss seeing Jiyong's hair in a top knot. "We should kiss."

" I found someone in the midst of the heavy rain last night . A man , looked torned and pitiful , probably around 16 to 17 years old ? When I cover him up with my umbrella , he turned and glared at me , but its not long until I decided to take him with me back home . His dead glare turned tender , and only followed my lead . We both didnt say anything at all , just the sound of raindrop stomping along the ground . But what makes me warm was , his cold hands , was slowly entwined with mine ...

A young man, closed his eyes and received a kiss on his lips. A young man, a Lee Seungri now really become Kwon Seungri. The bell of destiny has rang.

Precious relationships must be treated like an orchid. You can't get too close or give it too much attention. This is because as humans, we are bound to get sick of one another. Wherever we are, we must feel free.     

Seungri stands at the gentle slope where the sea meets the sand. His feet are bare, shoes in hand.