::Chapter 7::

That night after their dinner, all of them sat in front of the television channel surfing. Micky is having control over the remote control. He holds it tightly in his hands refusing to let go of it. He even brings it with him into the bathroom so that the rest of the boys won’t change the channel that he is watching.

Junsu went into the studio again. However, this time, he is not working on a new song. He merely wants to search for the journal that Micky told him on the night he discovered Junsu composing a song. Micky had said that he had once walked in on Junsu writing an entry into the journal and he tried to snatch the journal away to read what he had written.

"Come one, let me see what is it that you have written. Or did you write bad stuff about me." Micky said, pouting.

"Go away, hyung. You are not supposed to see my personal journal. You are invading my privacy." Junsu stuck his tongue out at Micky for trying to snatch the journal away.

That is what Micky had told him. He tried his best to remember where he had kept the journal. After searching for it for hours on end, he finally found it sitting in a hidden corner of the wardrobe that is in the studio that he and Changmin normally worked in.

hands refusing to let go of it. He even brings it with him into the bathroom so that the rest of the boys won’t change the channel that he is watching.

Junsu went into the studio again. However, this time, he is not working on a new song. He merely wants to search for the journal that Micky told him on the night he discovered Junsu composing a song. Micky had said that he had once walked in on Junsu writing an entry into the journal and he tried to snatch the journal away to read what he had written.

Today is a tiring day for all of us. We had been running around to do promotional activities and also recording for shows. There isn’t any time for us to take a breather. I did not even have my lunch or dinner. All I had eaten is only my breakfast and I just finished my supper. Yunho is not feeling well again. He had not been eating properly. We have always advised him to eat his meal on time because he has a history of gastric problems. Being the person that he is, he did not tell us about his gastric problem today but I can see that he is trying to hold the pain in.

He flipped a few pages more before he came to a stop at an entry that caught his attention.

The day started just as usual. We had to rush for a recording session in the recording studio. After the recording session, we proceed towards the dance studio to practice our dance steps. There’s a live performance coming up. Everyone is feeling the tension of doing it. During lunch break, we were resting in our dressing room. Well, that’s where we rest whenever we are taking a break. Just a few seconds after all of us settled down, our manager came into our room to announce that we are getting ourselves a new personal assistant since the previous one resigned just two days ago due to some family matters. I didn’t thought that we will have a new assistant in just two days after the old one went off. It’s surprising to me. The girl walked into our room. She is not tall and neither is she a short girl, approximately 5 feet 3 inch tall. She smiles radiantly at us when our manager introduced her. I fell in love with her smile. Well, if that’s possible.

Junsu leaned back against his chair. He is trying to remember whether the girl in his journal is the same person as the "Ling" that gave him the book he was holding just this afternoon. After a few minutes, he had to stop thinking about it because it is starting to give him a headache from thinking too hard. He really wished hard that he will remember his past memories. He felt so empty without any recollections of events that happened after the accident.

He closed his eyes trying to think back on the past. Slowly, he fell asleep. He started to dream. In his dreams, he was running around in a park that he doesn’t recognize. He was laughing happily and calling out to a girl. He can only see the silhouette of the girl. He can’t see her face though. He can hear her ringing laughter.

"Stop, Junsu. Please don’t chase me anymore. I am running out of breath." She shouted at him gleefully.

"I will stop if you don’t run. I need to exact my revenge. How can you smear my nose with the ice-cream that you were eating just now?" Junsu continued to chase her around the park, ignoring her plea to stop chasing her around.

He woke up with a start. He tried his best to remember when that event happened. The image of his dream is still playing in his mind. It felt like he is very happy with the girl in his dreams. He wondered what had become of her. Is she "Ling"? What had happened to their relationship? Did they broke up? Whose wish is it if they did really broke up?

These are the questions that he wanted to know desperately. None of the boys seemed to want to tell him his past. Since the day he came home, no one offered up any information about his past. He can’t come up with a solid reasoning as to why no one told him what he is really like. So many assumptions floated around in his mind.