Youve been going through a rough patch in your life and decide to let it all out by writing a diary - addressed loosely to Yang Seungho of MBLAQ. What happens when one day, your journal, containing basically your whole life, ends up in his hands?  ForewordI smiled happily as I joined in with the crowd yelling along to the lyrics of Oh Yeah. Seunghos hot chest popping part came up, and I choked a little. Many who were in the audience clapped me on the back to relieve me of the harsh, beautiful reality of seeing the man of my dreams infront of me. So many times I had written to him, yearning for someone to listen to me but not be judgemental, nor sympathetic; Seungho was the perfect person. Well, how could he be judgemental or sympathetic? He did not know I existed nor would he ever, except generally as an A+. I cheered as loudly as I could when the song finished. It was their last song of an evening that I did not wish to ever end. It took great efforts for myself to distract my consciousness from the weight that seemed to press down on my chest, restricting my breathing and choking me slowly, until I let it out wrote everything down for Seungho to read in my battered pink journal. I already began to formulate what I would write on the fresh page once I got home. Dear Seungho. Tonight, I went to your concert and saw you perform live. It was the most amazing thing I have ever seen, Seungho, and you know how I told you about what I have been writing to you lately? Well, it never once crossed my mind tonight. Thank you so much, in a million ways. My train of thought was interrupted. A few days ago I had, stupidly, left my Seungho journal on my table because I had to rush out and help my friend with her flat tyre. My sister, thinking she was helpful, sent it off to J.Tune without asking me. I pray everyday that somehow, it would get lost in the mail. Somehow, it would fall off the van and get lost forever. Somehow, the post office would catch fire and my journal would burn. Somehow, that Seungho or anyone remotely related to MBLAQ would never receive it. I would rather die than for anyone beside myself read it. I cringed at the thought. "Everyone, did you have a good time tonight?" Seungho yelled out to the crowd.Everyone, including me, cheered and screamed, waving balloons, lightsticks and banners frantically to get his attention."Before everyone goes home tonight, I have an annoucement to make to someone, and they might be here tonight so listen up!"Probably announcing some solo project or the winner of that win an autographed MBLAQ CD competition that I forgot to enter, I thought."Shhhhh!" He shushed the crowd until we were completely slient. I looked up at him, trying to preserve every cell of his body in my mind before going home and trying to shut out my own thoughts in my own mind. My eyes trailed down to his hand. It was then I noticed that he was holding a battered pink journal. Oh no.