I was not strong. Not strong enough to have you be mine, not enough to make you notice me. But now, I’m strong enough to live my own life, without you…

GREAT concert is coming near and near. Now, BIGBANG is a well-know band in Korea, and I feel very proud of it. This concert, I will try all my best. Aizzzz, I won’t make the same mistake like that time. That time, I was so anxious, I was so excited, I wanted to prove myself to all the fans and especially…of course it’s also the name : Kwon Ji Yong. I wanted him to look at me and saw me as the one who is worth his attention. I wanted to see the smile, the real smile of him. So, I did so many embarrassed thing : tried to dance different from the rest, did cute actions for the fans…and finally, made a injury by myself. I don’t want to remember it at all, I exactly look like a monkey !!! Now, not again, never again, I will show you the coolest of me ! Wait for it !

Really, different purpose, same mistake ! I’m now holding a injured ankel of mine. I won’t do anything but problem always can find me, I don’t know what my fate is anymore. I just wanted to sign a fan who went too near the stage, it would be dangerous for her and in a minute, I was hurt by firework. I was felt down and my ankel was dislocated. It’s now hurt like hell, and everyone are looking at me with worry eyes, for me and for this concert. This concert must be successful to make BIGBANG be more popular, and it can’t be destroyed by me, not at all ! So, I try to stand up with all my strength, step by step, I feel like I walk on the way that is full of spikes, hurt, so hurt !! I scream in my mind, but, under people’s eyes, I smile brightly :

“ I’m okay, it’s not too bad, not at all. See , I can dance, too !”

I try to make people smile, I try to make people not worry about me. I can do it, and do it well ! Who am I ? I’m Seungri ! I’m the coolest maknae of BIGBANG ! So, I take a deep breath and prepare once again, give fans my great performances. Suddenly, my hand is grabed by Ji Yong. I turn around to look at his eyes. His eyes have concern, pity and… a emotion that I can’t call the name. What’s it ? But, I don’t have time to understand him anymore, we have to go to the stage, and my hand begins hurting by his strength, he holds my hand too tight. He just looks at me like that in few minutes, and finally, he releases my hand and whisper something so softly, too small volume that I almost can’t hear, almost… : “ I always stand next to you…”

Overlook that sentences, overlook the beating of my heart, overlook the red of my face, I withdra