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Calling his name, he also stretched out his arms to embrace them passionately, but touched the twisted and deformed wall, trying to swallow his body, starting from his most fragile self-esteem.

He cannot stop, and to stop is to die.He tried his best to reject all doubts and denials, and once there was a critical voice, he would fight back fiercely with harsher words, but at this moment, he suddenly had to stop and looked around. He suddenly felt that the big villa was empty, and only the general All that remains is his anxiety of being alone, this deja vu despair.

He just wants to help his companions who love street culture like him but suffer from no financial support.He doesn't want to see more and more children suffer from the oppression and pain he once suffered, and then give up their dreams under pressure from family and society.If this is all wrong, if this is all wrong!

Min Yoongi angrily tore off the towel off his face.That Park Jimin dared to say that he was trying to save himself? !If he was doing it for himself, he wouldn't bet on his parents' expectation to build SUGA, and he wouldn't care if anyone in the circle couldn't afford to go to the recording studio, if he was going to live on the street without enough food, and who would worry about rap music day and night? Entering the mainstream, tossing and turning about its tragic fate that began in the streets and ended up underground, lamenting the talents that were wasted and buried.

And his never-ending pen.The lyrics book that I carry with me is filled with various rhythms.He writes before going to bed, on the bus, drinks with friends, writes lyrics tirelessly, and makes demos, not all for the sake of carrying forward the hiphop culture one day, looking forward to a certain day in a few years A half-year-old boy accidentally heard a heart-touching song. From then on, like all hip-hop teenagers in history, he was captured by this sincere, straightforward, free and uninhibited expression, devoted himself to it without hesitation, and devoted himself to it.

Only with unremitting efforts from generation to generation, HIPHOP will not be silent or even die.

This is what he has been trying to do.He has helped countless musicians, dancers and even graffiti artists, from a one-sided relationship to a life-and-death friend.They speak out to the outside world with music, and take to the streets to declare their existence with the most direct performance.Gradually, the name of Suga in Daegu became more and more famous, and more and more teenagers with hip-hop dreams gathered together. Everyone's creations never stopped, and he had a clear conscience.

Min Yoongi gradually calmed down and closed his eyes.But is it really as beautiful and carefree as he imagined?

In recent years, the commercialization of rap has intensified. Idol singers are laughing and imitating the dance of b-boys. Those who can’t do vocals can become rappers. No matter what kind of music is played in the advertising performance, with a slightly deep voice, it will be called hiphop.Lured by huge commercial interests, the rapper lost his soul.From top to bottom, this industry advocates corrupt money, self-aggrandizement, and stupid values ​​such as "people who don't like me are jealous haters"; money, leaf, bitches, depraved themes, bad lyrics, broken techniques The unchanging rhyme is regarded as rap by the outside world, but those who really devote themselves to HIPHOP will always be unknown and cannot make ends meet.

On the other hand, how can creation under the influence of such a big environment get rid of the entanglement of the world.It’s just that he always chooses to ignore the reality, naively thinking that as long as SUGA and a group of insightful people work tirelessly to export, this situation will be reversed one day.But now the DJing player Jin Taiyu he cultivated by himself has resolutely embarked on the road of the idol singer he despises the most. The director of the entertainment company swaggered into his holy land, drinking SUGA's wine list Countless talents have been caught, and the outside world has always been biased against their efforts.

What else do you want him to do?

What can he do to resist the surging commercial fame and fortune by himself?

"Do you know what everyone wants?" Park Jimin's questioning is still vivid in my ears.

"Do you think it's enough for you to take in a few more people like me?"

Of course not enough!Min Yoongi suddenly saw the light from the chaos and sat up suddenly.

He can no longer immerse himself in the small world he has created.Become a Broker!Become a bridge between underground hiphop and mainstream music!Those in power!Only by becoming a person in power can he not be manipulated by anyone in a true sense, and promote the music and talent he recognizes to the world.

He wants to be in power!

Min Yoongi's heart is full of lofty ambitions, ready to come out, but Ning Ji's room reminds him that no one around him is listening.The Kim Tae-woo who was willing to stay by his side and always claimed to be the number one fanboy in South Korea was forced by his long-term desperation into the long road of sacrificing himself to entertain the public.And Park Jimin...

Min Yoongi pulled the pillow over his face, refusing to think about it, but Park Jimin's expression was always entrenched in his mind.

When we first met, he was discussing the distribution of the new song verse with some friends of Kim Nam Joon, when he turned his face while talking, a timid boy who was impartial came into view.Through the crowd, he noticed that he was carefully sitting in front of the bar. He didn't want to be noticed that he was straightening up for the first time entering the bar, but his hands and feet were restrained in a funny way.The inexperienced crystal eyes are filled with the light of night stars.So he went up and gave him a glass of wine.

The second time, he discovered that the child actually came again, and even participated in the awkward dance on stage.He wasn't surprised to see him get coaxed offstage by aggressive b-boys, hide in the bathroom and never show up again all night.And the moment he knocked on the door, he looked up at himself with red eyes from crying, and he could confirm that he was the same kind.

He is the same young and unwilling to be outdone, with the same restless soul, longing for change, longing for dreams, longing for himself to make a name for himself in this world with a pair of fists and feet.

So when he learned that he had conflicts with his home school, he decided to take him in almost without hesitation, and even bought him with a collection of absinthe and half a pill of illegal drugs; when he was vacillating between school and dancing, Removing the possibility of studying for him firmly - just as he had chosen for himself in the first place.

The few months of living together were fleeting, so short that Min Yoongi didn't even have time to measure the joy in it.It is impossible for him to have any strange feelings for him.Even if Suga's friends teased Park Jimin for liking him, and Kim Tae Woo complained that the new kid asked too many anecdotes about his past, he just laughed it off.

He has always sneered at the practice of an individual willing to break himself off just to cater to another individual, and kept his distance.But when he was lying side by side with him on the wet and cold ground in the rainy night, when he tremblingly raised his face and wanted to kiss him, Min Yoongi was in a daze until Park Jimin said "I like it".

Although he understands anger, resentment, admiration, frustration, envy, and thousands of other emotions in the world, he doesn't know anything about complex emotions like "like".The kind of willingness to hand over his body and mind to others' control disgusted him, but it was this indescribable emotion that gave him supreme satisfaction in the dark utility room.

At the craziest age, he mixed alcohol, sex, and swelling desires into the most colorful symphony of youth, the most frank stroke on the colorful surrealist canvas.

Like, isn't it just doing whatever you want, doing what you want?

Min Yoongi turned around.

Logically, he shouldn't care about these details, but for some reason, he couldn't help but think of Park Jimin who was gritting his teeth in pain that night, his hair stuck to his forehead due to sweat, and his slender eyes were full of broken light.

Is it tears?It was obviously in pain, but he still endured it without saying a word, and even catered to him slightly.It's the same when he's drunk with him, Park Jimin who vomits on the toilet until the bile is about to come out has been patient.Park Jimin, who just said "Let's see if he wins consecutive championships", put in a lot of effort to lose fat, keep fit, and practice his dancing skills, and finally won the championship.That Park Jimin, who he thinks there is absolutely only brotherhood between the two of them, could have easily run away from him, and said in a fit of anger that he would not do it, but why didn't he?Why was he willing to be at the mercy of his torment?Just like it?

Because I like it, I am willing to live under others and stay close to each other.Because he likes it, he takes it for granted that he knows all his hobbies like the back of his hand, and accepts all his joys, sorrows, sorrows and joys without complaint.

It turns out that I like it, is it such a reserved and great thing?

Is it the same as when I saw him talking and laughing with the director of the brokerage company as if no one else was there? It was a little blocked, and a little bit sour, like fresh lemon juice added to the astringent heart.

He obviously said he didn't like it in a high-sounding way, but he still couldn't help paying attention, and even deliberately acted intimately in front of him after seeing the business card, watching him win the dance and get drunk in SUGA in retaliation, nonchalantly Stealing his love is like treating an object, a toy, holding it in the palm of your hand to play with it when you are happy, and kicking it away when you are bored, like that, let it down.

In his world, he never knew that the person who first said he liked was worthy of being treated tenderly, and he never understood that a scarred and exhausted heart was hidden under the sanctimonious joy and peace.

His desire for him, the deliberate torment, every word of the quarrel poured out warmly, at this moment turned into a cold arrow flowing back, piercing his heart.He couldn't let go of his attachment to him, his bravery, the face that said he wanted to win even when he was crying.He is nostalgic for his smooth skin, the bewilderment he felt when he looked up, and his kiss