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See myself trying to stand shoulder to shoulder with him.But in his opinion, all of this is nothing more than mutual interests, just mutual use? !

The emotional flood finally broke through the dam of reason, and Park Jimin suddenly shouted at the back of Min Yoongi who had turned around, "At least Brother Lee promises that I can dance on stage!"

"You can dance in SUGA!" Min Yoongi, who was also completely enraged, turned around, pulled out the trophy from Park Jimin's hand, held it in his hand, weighed it twice, and suddenly threw it out.

The glass trophy hit the opposite alley wall, and the violent sound echoed for a long time.Broken glass shards splashed all over the ground, falling apart, shining brightly under the dim light in the alley.

The painstaking efforts of the whole month turned into nothingness in an instant.All his hard work, the strength to win, was thrown down by him without any scruples, like a sharp needle piercing an inflated balloon in one fell swoop, he lost all will in an instant, and fell to the ground dying.Park Jimin blinked, and what he saw in his eyes was still the Min Yoongi who brought him home and gave him his dream, wearing a leather jacket, half of his mouth curled up, smiling casually.

That Min Yoongi was frowning now, angrily grabbed his wrist with one hand, and pressed him with his body.The shadow was like a tide, covering his body little by little.

We can't continue to compromise like this!Park Jimin tilted his neck and turned his head to avoid Min Yoongi's kiss.

The gritted teeth betrayed his stubbornness.

Min Yoongi, who never thought that he would be rejected one day, pushed him against the wall even harder, "Why, you won't recognize me if you have dear brother Lee?"

He stuck to Park Jimin's ears, his lips and teeth were ambiguous, "Didn't you say you like me?"

"Don't do this." Park Jimin, who was not used to his tone, struggled a little but in vain.

"What? Is that so?" Min Yoongi smiled even more intensely, and bent down to kiss Park Jimin's neck, but was dodged by him again.

"Park Jimin, don't go too far." Min Yoongi, with dark eyes and increasingly fierce movements, warned.

The intimidated person lowered his eyelids silently, and his heart, which had been beating wildly because of the other party, was immersed in the bone-chilling ice bit by bit.

"Dance, or kiss me, you choose one."

"I want to dance." Park Jimin's face darkened.

"Really." Hearing this, Min Yoongi became even more furious, stepping on his sprained ankle, "Now, do you want to dance or kiss me?"

His last weakness was also trampled under his feet.

Park Jimin's face turned pale from the pain, his biting mouth was full of the taste of blood, but he still stuck his neck and didn't speak.The muscles and bones that had been healed in a hurry were helpless under the strong external force.He looked up at him, his facial features remained unchanged, he was still unrestrained, generous and friendly in his dealings with others, but he was the only one who treated him like a ghost with his mask off, always forcing him to a dead end; his innocuous tone was like a swarm of ants biting him cardiopulmonary.

He can bear it all.He has been silent for a long time, obediently following behind him, accepting everything from him, but what did he get? !He can find excuses to paralyze himself for his domineering and turning a blind eye, but even this person, this person, shouldn't make fun of all his sacrifices, let alone insult his friends face to face, and tarnish his dreams!He likes him, but he's not so cheap that even his sense of self-esteem and shame can be trampled under his feet!

In the end, Park Jimin, who couldn't bear it any longer, gritted his teeth, tried his best to break free from Min Yoongi's restraint, and then punched him in the face quickly and ruthlessly.

"I said, I want to dance." He straightened up, looked directly at him without hesitation, and said each word slowly and forcefully.

Min Yoongi, who didn't expect him to hit him, had a flash of surprise in his eyes, and then found even more unbelievably that Park Jimin, who insisted on exercising, could actually break free from his shackles, and it was easy to get rid of him with almost no effort.

"Heh, that's powerful enough." Dejected, Min Yoongi wiped off the blood from the corner of his mouth with one hand, and stood sideways against the wall.

"I, Park Jimin, know that I'm not a very powerful person," Park Jimin shook his head, "I never thought of becoming famous and becoming famous in history, so I admit failure, and I admit that you don't like me." Xu Shi was so angry Extremely, his body trembled, "But in fact, Min Yoongi, you are the one who is so lonely and desperately longs for love. You keep saying things like 'Idon't care' and 'Idon't give afuck', are you afraid I don’t care about being rejected by others, and I can’t accept other people’s kindness because I’m afraid of being hurt again. I’m talking about hiphop and rap all day long, and the SUGA guys don’t know it. What a coward!"

"Don't dare? Do you think I'm afraid?" Min Yoongi approached furiously, his voice was an octave lower than usual, "Tell you, half of the underground rappers in Seoul are now living on my sponsorship. For better music, The ideals of more people, all the money I earn in the bar is invested in these people! Including you, Park Jimin!"

"No one asks you to pay!" Park Jimin sharply retorted, "Do you think it's enough for you to take in a few more people like me? Do you know what everyone wants? You also know why Taiyu would rather be an idol Do you want to leave SUGA too?"

"You don't know! Because the only one you want to save is yourself!" Park Jimin blushed all at once, "You can make music in SUGA for the rest of your life, can I dance for the rest of your life? Do you play discs on SUGA's palm-sized stage? Have you really listened to all the songs he wrote one after another?"

"What do you want us to do? We have nothing but our squandered youth and passion for HIPHOP. You still have SUGA, fame, and parents, but I really have nothing in order to follow you. There is no way out."

His voice dropped.

"So please, let me go, and let yourself go."

At this point, the last trace of strength in Park Jimin's body disappeared.He leaned on the wall and turned around, no longer looking at Min Yoongi.The ankle with old injury and new pain can only drag forward slowly step by step.

Every time he took a step, he knew that he would be farther away from his favorite, but he had no choice but to turn back.He couldn't continue to stay with a person who was self-confident and treated his love as a joke.

"Where are you going?!" Min Yoongi, who found that he seemed to be really going to leave, chased after him loudly, with a panic in his tone that he didn't even notice.

Park Jimin's figure paused for a few seconds because of his questioning, and then continued to move forward slowly.The back of him leaning against the wall was silent and determined, as if four words were printed in big letters: No comment.

The pale yellow light dragged his leaving figure very long, very long, like the night wind that once passed by the Han River, so loud and long.

She once loved him so much, but in the end she didn't even look back.

twelve

"Park Jimin!" Seeing him walking further and further away, Min Yoongi shouted loudly, but he never took a step forward and held his hand tightly from the beginning to the end.

"Hey! Park Jimin, if you have the guts to leave, don't come back!" Seeing that the other party still didn't have the slightest intention of turning back, he shook his hand angrily, turned around and walked on the opposite path.

He was so frivolous and arrogant, even if Park Jimin left his world at a slow speed, he would not condescend, let alone persuade him to stay.The one who bows his head first loses, and he, Min Yoongi, has never been a loser.So he went home indifferently.

The villa that used to leave a small light no matter how late it was when I went back is now cold and dark, lifeless.Min Yoongi threw the key at the entrance, and turned on the light in the living room with one hand. Under the brilliant crystal chandelier, his figure was even more lonely.

Jin Taiyu, who confessed to him a few days ago that he is an idol, and four other reserve members moved into the company dormitory.And Park Jimin... At this time, what does he care about Park Jimin? !

Distraught, Min Yoongi shook his head, as if he wanted to get rid of any thoughts about that person, went upstairs to his room and turned on the stereo, and continued the J.Cole that he hadn't finished listening to a few days ago. The rapper's unique flow is accompanied by the hot water in the bathroom, washing away the cold night dew on his body and the remaining alcohol in his consciousness.Although the corner of his mouth that was bleeding from the punch still hurts badly when he moved it, he didn't seem to feel it at all, and his face was so calm that he even forgot that he had just quarreled with the National People's Congress just now.

He walked into the room while wiping his hair with a bath towel, and fell into the soft embrace of the bed in relief; the dripping hair wet the bed sheet, and he flicked it casually twice, and the bath towel simply covered most of his face.

What is playing in the stereo is his favorite 2014 Forest Hills Drive at the maximum volume. J. Cole's uncanny rhyme hits the slack soul, wandering empty in the room like a closed cell.

The loneliness that has not been hit for many years is unprepared to visit on this night of stars and moons.When he first came to Seoul to deliver food, he was abused by the boss for no reason but dared not answer. He was booed constantly on the stage and had to step down silently. Putting it into his mouth, the strongest vodka mixed with flames fell all over the sky, and his self, who was as small and inferior as a dandelion seed, floated in the air.

Had he been wrong all along?

He had never questioned like this before, he just ran forward regardless of his body.So many faces who love HIPHOP are clustered around him, stretching lively