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"It's progressing well. It's almost time for Namjoon to come over and add some mixing effects." Min Yoongi, who has been in the recording studio since returning from a drive in the Han River last night and has not slept all day, looks extremely tired at this time, but he wrote the lyrics he likes The pleasure is enough to offset the physical fatigue.

"We're going to have an ear blessing again!" Smiling and drinking another glass of soju, Park Jimin let out a dimpled sigh from his throat, and leaned back on the sofa.

"Where's Jin Taiyu? There hasn't been anyone since yesterday." The conversation changed, and Min Yoongi unconsciously became a little harsh.

"...It seems to have gone out." Park Jimin, whose heart was suddenly tense, paused, and concealed it.

"Don't ask me to see him at SUGA tomorrow." Min Yoongi narrowed his eyes, his tone was unrecognizable, "This kid dared to use my equipment to write that kind of terrible commercial saliva song, I think I'm really tired of working."

Knowing how serious Min Yoongi is to his music, Park Jimin lightly pursed his lower lip and remained silent.It seems that Jin Taiyu is in big trouble now, let's hope for good luck.

But then again, who in this world isn't in their own troubles and doesn't know it.

He smiled and clinked glasses with Min Yoongi who was across the table, even he felt it was amazing.

It was as if, facing him, he had become a joyous mute.I can't say anything, and my thoughts are emptied, I only know to follow his instructions and follow his trajectory.Mingming clearly warned him that if he continues like this, sooner or later he will be overwhelmed, but emotion is always faster than the brain's hundreds of millions of light years to capture the high ground of action.

It's not that he doesn't feel wronged, it's not that he doesn't want to ask, it's just that he is more afraid of losing completely than being rejected.So no matter how depressed and sad he is, he still cooperates with him in every scene of brotherhood.

Hot liquor slid down his throat.Park Jimin raised his head and drank another cup.

It turned out that he liked it to this extent.

Day and night.

The sun was shining brightly outside the window, and the glaring white light completely suppressed the coldness of the night.Park Jimin, who fell asleep directly in the living room, rubbed his eyes and sat up, feeling a splitting headache.

As night falls, it is already a Friday feast for purple, drunk and golden fans.

SUGA, which has been redecorated, has a more hip-hop flavor.The original European-style wine rack has been changed to black and minimalist, with a neat and clean geometric shape, a smooth and round high-end turntable, and a unique new wine list, all of which show the good taste of the boss Min Yoongi.

"Hey, Park Chicken Rice!"

Unexpectedly, Park Jimin, who won tonight's dance competition in one fell swoop, was sitting alone at the bar drinking water.He turned around and saw an acquaintance smiling, "How dare you come to SUGA, Min Yoongi is looking for you all over the world."

"Oh, I was in a rush that time and forgot to delete the sample song." It was Jin Taiyu who hadn't seen him for a long time.He still has that fluffy hair on his head, but without the cover of the black-framed glasses, his watery eyes are exposed, and he looks a bit like an idol who is about to debut.

"I'm not here to talk to you about anything. Come on, Chicken Rice, meet Nim, the director of our company, Dangdang—Master SteveLee!" He took a step back eagerly, giving way to the person behind him.The visitor was not very old, about 30 years old, dressed in a black business suit, with a perfect smile.

"Hi. Just call me Lee." SteveLee handed over a business card.

"Nice to meet you." Park Jimin shook his hand politely.

"Taiyu must have mentioned to you before, I am OneStar Entertainment

director of the company. "Lee sat next to Park Jimin and ordered a cup of dark coffee-colored RUNTHISTOWN." We are currently preparing a project for an idol boy group, do you have any intention to join? "

"Boy team...what do you need to do?" Park Jimin lowered his head and briefly glanced at the business card, then asked with a smile.

"All the things that idols should do. Singing, dancing, signings, tours. After doing well, you can make TV dramas and movies." SteveLee took a sip of wine, his voice was low and seductive.

Park Jimin leaned sideways in front of the bar, looking at him with his chin propped on one hand.Admittedly, he doesn't dislike the director.And who doesn't like what he stands for behind his passionate rendezvous.Fame, money, stage, interests.

"I just watched you dance. The basic skills are very good and the emotion is in place, but there is still a lack of guidance from professional teachers." Lee, who has inspected countless trainees, obviously knows better about stage performances. "We will arrange systematic training for you when you enter the company. There is no problem with your ability to be a lead dancer."

"I do not know how to sing."

"It's okay, you won't be able to practice. The company will invite the best vocal teacher to take lessons. The requirements for the main dance vocal music can be moderately lowered." SteveLee saw that his expression was not pressing, and smiled gently, "Don't worry , you can think about it slowly. Call me when you have considered it. I will be waiting for your arrival anytime."

"Okay. Thank you for your appreciation. I will contact you as soon as possible if you are interested." Park Jimin smiled and waved his business card at him.

"Master Director, let's go~" the smart ghost Jin Taiyu stood at attention and bowed to the director at ninety degrees to see him off.

"Hey, do you know how many trainees want to join this company and can't get in!" Watching the director leave, Jin Taiyu jumped in front of Park Jimin and slapped him on the forehead, "You kid actually said to think about it!"

"I never thought of being an idol before." Park Jimin covered his head in pain.

"Hey, let me tell you why you are still so naive." Kim Tae Woo, who is obviously about the same age as Park Jimin, sighed and said half to himself, "You and I both know that even if we stay in SUGA all the time, there will be no results. Bar……"

Park Jimin suddenly felt that the little lion who was shaking his head and laughing yesterday as a DJ in SUGA grew up overnight.Hulahula, he suddenly became an adult.The originally arrogant teenagers became dull, replaced by contracts, directors, managers, teammates, the media, and society, which ruthlessly devoured their society like a black hole.

"Well, no matter what," Park Jimin, who was deaf to his complaints, laughed and rubbed Kim Taewoo's hair, "I'll just count on watching you on TV from now on!"

"Ah! Park Chimi! Speak well and don't move your hair!" Kim Tae Woo yelled to avoid Park Jimin's torture.

"Stop! Don't run!" Park Jimin chased after him relentlessly.

"Ah—————Hello Yoongi brother! Goodbye Yoongi brother!" I don't know whether it was intentional or not, the two of them fought all the way to the audience of rapbattle.As if seeing a ghost, Kim Tae Woo hurriedly turned a corner and fled, leaving behind Park Jimin who didn't know why and almost bumped into Min Yoongi.

Can't lose, can't lose, Park Jimin forced himself to be calm, while secretly cheering himself up in his heart, while showing off with a smile, "Well, I won today too~"

"Congratulations." Min Yoongi, holding an ice blue PARADISE, toasted him.

"Brother! Let me listen to the demo you just played for Brother Namjoon!" Min Yoongi opened his mouth to say something, when a boy with a high nose bridge and a white wide-brimmed hip-hop hat pounced on his back like wind, interrupting him He had very few conversations with Park Jimin.

"Come down, sink to death." Min Yoongi hit him backhanded, and there was no trace of impatience in his tone.

"Oh." The boy pursed his lips, and reluctantly stretched out his arms to wrap around Min Yoongi's shoulders again, and the two of them hooked their shoulders together so that they were very close.

"Can you hear how loud it is here?" Park Jimin who was on the side pointed to the speaker. The never-ending manic rhythm in SUGA filled the eardrums.

"Go to the utility room at the back and listen."

Even though the background music was extremely noisy, Park Jimin still accurately captured the three words "storage room" in Min Yoongi's words.The bliss and pain of that night haunted him like a bewitched ghost.Park Jimin looked at Min Yoongi in disbelief, but he could only see him smiling and licking his lips.

They disappeared around the frenzied crowds of the night.

Park Jimin, who was fixed in place by tens of thousands of steel needles, paled.He seemed to hear his soft whispers to him, the two of them walking in unison, and even the tinkling sound of ice cubes of aqua blue rum colliding in his glass.

Bowl.

"A glass of BERZERK." Park Jimin returned to the bar with a gloomy expression on his face, he didn't even look at the bright red high-purity vodka that was presented soon, he straightened his head and drank most of it.

At this moment, he can't taste spicy, can't drink sorrow and joy, just raise his hand repeatedly, swallow, and in a blink of an eye, he has already swallowed three cups.

Park Jimin, who seldom drank so much alcohol, felt that his body began to float, his head was hot, his thoughts were scattered, and his whole body was like an empty log thrown into the water and floated away without any attachment.The noise around him seems to be cut off by a glass tank, and he is the only one sailing aimlessly in the starry sky, passing by the icy stars that have been silent for hundreds of millions of light years in the universe, and he feels that his whole body is also stained with indescribable loneliness .

"like you."

"like you."

"like me?"

"like me?"

"Like it?"

"Like it?"

"Like it?"

"Like it?"

In a trance, mechanical female voices rang alternately in the ear, asking oppressively.The frequency is getting faster and faster, and the echo is hitting the eardrum more and more quickly, tearing, exploding, and bursting.Countless obscure emotional fragments pierced through his heart veins, half of the pool was intertwined with blood and tears.

"Hey, this kid drank so much again."

Suddenly feeling that someone beside him wanted to help him, Park Jimin, who was limp all over, narrowed his eyes and looked at the person who was almost in pain.The question that bothered him day and night stood on the tip of his tongue, he opened his mouth slightly, and the alcohol factor spoke out recklessly