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blessing?Park Jimin, who had calmed down, smiled noncommittally.If he had cared a little bit for him back then, he wouldn't have asked for trouble.

"Oh, don't be afraid, I've seen you like this a lot in the United States. Boys and boys can kiss on the street." Hai Li thought he was shy, and put Park Jimin's face with both hands Look straight at yourself, "I won't hold you against it. Iswear!"

"Thank you, but Min Yoongi and I are really not together." Park Jimin looked down at the floor, remembering how he treated him before, his tone sank unconsciously.

"But SUGA obviously likes you very much, and he started a company for you, and went around to hire dance teachers, but was rejected by the D.Crew here, so he thought of looking for me." Hai Li, who couldn't understand for a while, stared. Her big eyes and exaggerated facial expression expressed her confusion, "How come we are not together yet..."

Park Jimin was still immersed in her words just now, having no time to take care of Hai Li who was caught up in thoughts beside him.Min Yoon and others... are you doing this for me?Little ripples appeared in the bottom of my unbelievable heart again.

So it took so long for him to come to him after half a year, and he didn't say a word about his feelings after meeting?Don't be silly, Park Jimin, haven't you seen Min Yoongi thoroughly enough?Even now that he has grown up, Min Yoongi's liking must be undisguised and vigorous.

Park Jimin shook his head, intending to get rid of those unrealistic fantasies, got up and turned on the stereo, and threw himself into a new round of training.

"Yes, one, two, three, four, turn, one, two..." This time it was TW's more professional breaking course.

Park Jimin practiced according to his guidance, and soon felt powerless.It really wasn't that easy to become a world champion.He quickened his foot movements to keep up with TW's rhythm, missed a beat in a hurry, and made mistakes in the next movements.

"You can't do this, Park Jimin." TW turned off the music, watched Park Jimin slump down on the floor, the clothes on his back were soaked, and ordered, "Go back to practice the dance machine every night, and step on the beat for me .”

So when Min Yoongi came to look for Park Jimin, he pressed the doorbell five times but no one answered the door, but the sound of music in the house resounded through the corridor.Sighing helplessly, Min Yoongi took out the spare key and opened the door.

The one who came into view was Park Jimin who was playing the dance machine with loud noise in the living room.He held the remote control in one hand, fixed his eyes on the direction indicator on the TV, and stepped on it without falling.

Hearing movement at the door, Park Jimin stopped panting and turned his head, seeing that it was Min Yoongi, he pressed the pause button.Just as Min Yoongi was about to open his mouth to speak, Park Jimin quickly pressed the start button a second earlier, and the punk music started to make noise again, and the direction signs flying all over the screen, he danced in a hurry again.

After tens of seconds, it seemed that the other party stopped talking, Park Jimin paused again, turned around and looked at Min Yoongi.A comical calm lay before the two of them.After repeating this two or three times, before he was about to press the remote again, Min Yoongi stepped forward and turned off the TV.

"Is this how you exercise?"

"Any opinion?" Park Jimin wiped the sweat off his neck, without even watching him turn around and fall into the sofa.

"Go to the gym if you like sports so much. I'll get you a card, and I'll report tomorrow." Min Yoongi's tone was as flat as ever. He couldn't tell if he was angry, but he didn't show any joy. He looked around the room quietly and saw the throwing There were takeaway boxes, potato chips, clothes, and toilet paper all over the floor. Before leaving, he said, "I will ask the housekeeping aunt to come and clean up later."

Park Jimin chased out and held the elevator, "I'm going out with Haili tonight."

"That's your private life. As I said, as long as it doesn't affect your work, the company will not restrict the artist's personal feelings." Min Yoongi smiled with an indescribable sense of alienation.

Park Jimin, who was rather bored, pursed his mouth, finally let go of the hand that prevented the elevator from going down, turned around and went into the room to continue practicing his stepping on the beat.

And Min Yoongi, who got into the business car and was going to negotiate a contract, looked up at the floor where Park Jimin was, with complex and deep emotions in his eyes.

"Don't worry about him? There are rumors about him and Haili all over SUGA recently, and this scandal is going to go up." The old friend Kim Namjoon, who was temporarily acting as the driver, naturally knew what was bothering him.

Min Yoongi in the back seat showed a helpless expression of 'the child is too old to manage'.

"Don't act like you don't care, you're actually very annoyed." Jin Namjoon said clearly, "Since Park Jimin is still willing to come with you this time, it means you're not done yet."

"He came here for dancing." Min Yoongi waved his hand.

Regarding the harm he had caused to him, he had no face to speak out, and he didn't know how to remedy it. Such a procrastinating and open character has also been ground into a tortuous silence.He didn't know if he still had an unchanging liking for him, so he didn't dare to act rashly, he could only test and endure cautiously like he did back then.In addition, the company had just been established, and he had to give instructions and preparations for all matters, big and small. After each day, he gradually understood Park Jimin's state of mind and despair at that time.

Just like now, it was the first night when the lights of Wanjia were lit up, and he had to wear a suit and leather shoes, with his hair combed in a serious manner, to negotiate a contract.Min Yoongi, who had prepared himself to endure hardship long before the start, opened the car door, put on a formulaic smile to welcome the belated investors, and carried the company with his capacity for alcohol.

SUGA is already his only dream.

Min Yoongi, who used to claim that he could drink a thousand cups, got off the dinner table in a daze, and when he got into the car late at night, his brain was blank and his eyes were black.The food and wine that I had just eaten were filling my stomach, and it was painful. Fortunately, this contract was negotiated, and the hard work of the whole company was not wasted.

He leaned his head on the back of the chair in relief, motioned for Kim Namjoon to drive the car downstairs to Park Jimin, looked up at his dark window again, suddenly remembered that he was going out to play with someone else tonight, and the corners of his mouth pulled out involuntarily. A bitter smile.

Intuitively pressing the floor, he stumbled and fell directly at the door.Since no one is there, knocking on the door is useless.Min Yoongi, who still had some sense, unbuttoned his tie and shirt, and was finally able to take a deep breath.The alcohol he once loved devoured his brain like a devil.The number on the phone that I watched countless times was on and off, but finally I couldn't dial it.

I don't know why I came here because I was full of alcohol and didn't go home. I only know that I want to see him, and the obsession to see him now is like a voodoo in my heart. Medicine can cure.But he couldn't say anything.

Hearing movement outside, Park Jimin, who waited in the house for a long time but failed to hear the doorbell, opened the door helplessly, and as expected saw Min Yoongi who was already drunk on the ground.He tentatively stretched out his foot and kicked him, but found that the other party didn't respond, sighed resignedly, and brought him into the bedroom with his arms and arms.

Min Yoongi, who was close to being unconscious, was very obedient, he didn't yell or make noise, lying flat on the bed, Jimin helped him take off his clothes and pants, put on his pajamas, and then wiped his face and hands with a wet towel.

How tired must be, this man.In the light that is gentle like water, his fingertips are cool and cool, like mint candy, slowly slid across his eyebrows, eyes, bridge of nose, and mouth.

Suddenly Min Yoongi opened his eyes and grabbed Park Jimin's hand.

"Why?" Park Jimin, who was startled, pretended to be calm.

"I'm afraid you'll fly away." Maybe Min Yoongi, whose alcohol effects had slowed down, narrowed his eyes and said half-seriously.

Time rewinds, and they seem to have returned to the night when they first met.The cloudy white absinthe, the torrential rain pouring over the body, and the madness in the rainy night.Park Jimin turned his head to look at Min Yoongi, looked at him and suddenly smiled, stretched out his hand to pinch his nose, and tugged, "Hey, will you come to the game tomorrow?"

Drunk and dizzy, Min Yoongi turned over and replied in a daze, "Of course."

Park Jimin climbed onto the bed and lay face to face with Min Yoongi.

I used to think that growing up is high-spirited, going forward bravely without bumping into the south wall and not looking back. Who would have thought that growing up is a compromise, a retreat, a calm anger, a silence that sees through the world and is willing to be confused for a lifetime.

Growing up is never a good thing.

That's what everyone with a sudden aging mentality says.

Park Jimin turned off the light, pulled the quilt over the two of them.

But growing up made me understand dreams better, and let me be a haven for you to subconsciously seek comfort when you are hurt and tired, which is not a bad thing.

sixteen

When Park Jimin woke up the next day, there was nothing around him. Thinking of him brushing his teeth and brushing his hair in a hurry when he wakes up drunk, he couldn't help but find it even more funny.But today, he also cannot slack off in the slightest.Park Jimin saw the bright D-DAY on the phone calendar reminder, took a deep breath, jumped out of bed and started a new day's journey.

It was already two o'clock in the afternoon when the group arrived at the scene of the Korean Street Dance Competition.In front of the competition venue, there was a sea of ​​people earlier, and there was a grand spirit of heroes from all walks of life gathering in Huashan to discuss swords. The B-boys wore loose T-shirts and hip-hop pants and laughed and played in small groups. Occasionally, one or two people played footwork on the concrete floor without waiting for the opening.

"Yo, isn't this SUGA's Park Chicken Rice?" In the crowd, several friends who had made friends in SUGA together recognized Park Jimin, their eyes lit up immediately, and they walked over to greet him with high fives.

"Chicken rice is also coming to the competition today?"

"Yeah." Park Jimin nodded, "You too?"

"Haha, yes, then we are opponents." Friends all laughed heartily.

"Don't act like