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, The body that had been in the air-conditioned room for a long time was suddenly wrapped in the warm heat wave.Park Jimin, who couldn't get used to it for a while, stretched out his arms, took two deep breaths, put his baseball cap on his head backwards, and jumped on the bus.Fortunately, there were very few people in the car, and his tired body from practicing dancing all day slumped in the last row with relief. Park Jimin looked out the window expressionlessly.

The volume in the earphones was turned up and up again, that person's voice and his arrogant expression last night were replayed infinitely in his mind.Thinking about it this way, he should have gone to thank his relatives in Seoul who took care of him at school according to the wishes of his parents in Busan, but with a slight turn of fate, he headed towards the corner of the street where SUGA is.

This time, Park Jimin, who had been prepared for a long time, did not hide or dodge, and took out a fake adult ID openly, and set foot in the paradise of that night again in a fair manner.

It is still a deafening rhythm, accompanied by the newly popular electronic elements, creating a psychedelic that directly hits the cerebral cortex, just like the glass of LWTGG that the bartender shakes up and down.The deep purple tang color liquid flows into the transparent sea wave cup along the cup, looking through the flickering azure light, it looks like a slightly rippling purple ocean, occasionally rippling with bright stars.

Thanks to the bartender, Park Jimin inadvertently learned how Min Yoongi sat last night, leaning against the bar counter, holding a glass in one hand, while watching the reckless crowd, sipping the mellow and timeless LWTGG like ice red.The flow, as rich as millennium wine, paralyzed the nerves, flowing and fluttering, turning into reeds in the bay, and the body swaggered involuntarily.

He thought of the body wave he learned from watching the video a few days ago, and the mathematical function curve that has been entangled with him all the time. His thoughts climbed to the top and then quickly slid down, like water, so he remembered when he first came to Seoul The eager eyes of the parents.They want to give him the best education they can, without any warning, they pack him up and throw him on the streets of an unfamiliar Seoul city, forcing him to face a bed covered in ashes, distant relatives who are far away from him, and his family. A high school student with excellent grades who can never do well.

Parents always seem to forget that even the most unintelligent kids can discover their secrets—secrets in which they're shirking responsibility and refusing to admit "bad" facts.But whether it's me who has been skipping classes since junior high school and has poor grades, or my parents who think that as long as they use the name of "love" to whitewash peace, they are all bad.

Park Jimin narrowed his brows and eyes, and there was an unknown smile from the corner of his lips.

So, at such a dangerous age, I am a blindfolded person walking on a high-altitude steel wire without fear.Click—he turned around and put the empty wine glass on the table.

If you are not careful, you will fall down.

This is the busiest time for SUGA weekend nights.The alcohol in his stomach was causing trouble just now, Park Jimin squinted at the men and women dancing to the music, raised his hand to press his hat, stood up, and joined the indulgent carnival.

It was the first time for Park Jimin to dance on such an occasion, but he found that no one around him was paying attention. On the dark dance floor, everyone, regardless of age or skill, stretched their arms and bodies, putting their minds to rest. Leave it to the pounding drum rhythm.His limbs gradually sank into the soft alcohol, and his mind became soft, so all the arrogance and indulgence seemed reasonable.

Park Jimin, who slowly found himself in response to the home music, is no longer restrained.He tried to let go of his hands and feet, relax his joints, and take steps with the beat of the drum, once, twice, and then his feet started to move spontaneously.First, a few simple UPDOWNs, the uncontrolled rhythm in the bones dominates the limbs. The basic skills exercises that were dismembered in the dance classroom are emerging in the mind at this moment, and the movements that are about to die are strung together by an invisible silk thread. The connection is smooth HIPHOP dance steps.

With the relaxed pace and the fast pace of OldSchool, Park Jimin felt unprecedented freedom.The more and more beautiful dance steps are showing luster one after another, and his expression has gradually changed from nervous and shy when he first arrived to relaxed and enjoying.He closed his eyes, imagining that the people on the dance floor stopped their movements, and the eyes from all directions focused on him. The stretched limbs were like twigs and buds in spring, carrying the most primitive power, awakening the sleeping soul deep in the land.

Fantasy has become reality.

Sensing something different in the air, Park Jimin opened his eyes, and sure enough, he saw that the people around him had consciously spread out a small circle for him, watching from a distance.And the most astonishing thing was the young hip-hop dancer on stage wearing a black and red headband and with his trousers rolled up to his knees.He looked at the audience half frivolously, stretched out his finger and hooked it twice.

I?Park Jimin pointed at himself in disbelief, and when he saw the boy nodding, he panicked.

Logically speaking, the weekend should be the time for the dance troupe, but people who are in high spirits can't care about any rules and regulations. Now that someone is going up to challenge, they are happy to raise their hands and shout.Now that the arrow was on the line, Park Jimin, who had already become the focus of the crowd, had no reason to bow his head before anyone, so he suppressed his beating heart and stepped onto the stage bravely.

The young man took the lead in starting the battle. After several preparatory moves and small floor moves, he gave his opponent a powerful blow at the beginning with a difficult big loop.It is enough to see that he is bound to win this awkward dance.Surprised, Park Jimin didn't have time to think too much, so he had to try his best to search out the difficult movements he had seen on weekdays to deal with.

After a few rounds, the boy with the hairband clearly had the upper hand, and his aggression became more and more intensified.At the beginning, the audience cheered and encouraged the new young players, and later they all joined the provocative camp.Finally, after a basic Thomas missed, Park Jimin sadly exited in the middle finger gesture of his opponent Kobe.

After him, another challenger jumped onto the stage one after another, and the arrogant boy was kicked off by another even more powerful B-boy before he could hold on to both of them.As for the audience who couldn't see their faces clearly, they still applauded the beautiful dance moves, and booed the losers without hesitation.

Naturally, Park Jimin knew that what happened here was not targeted, it was just a young man with high spirits, coupled with his self-confidence in dancing, this failed attempt was still a big blow.

The burning sensation on her cheeks could not go away, and her heartbeat was as loud as it was at the beginning.He stared at the five-person dance troupe on stage, and felt an uncontrollable sense of frustration.Disappointed, he looked at the stage again, only to feel that his eyes were red, he hurriedly lowered his head, and hurried to the bathroom.

What was that just now, Park Jimin?Thomas, who has practiced hundreds of times, will also miss?

He locked himself in the bathroom cubicle, hearing the enthusiasm outside, and the overwhelming accusation followed.

Did you still dream of standing on the stage yesterday, but haven't seen the reality clearly?

The expectations I had for myself, the self-esteem that I had slowly cultivated since I came into contact with hip-hop dance, turned into powder and nothing at the moment when the audience booed.The grievances and unwillingness in the heart, the little fragility in the young mind reappeared.More and more wet wipes are thrown in the trash can.

"Hey, come out."

I don't know how long I stayed in the bathroom by myself, when suddenly someone kicked the door and yelled indistinctly, "Come out, the boss is going home from work."

Park Jimin, who didn't want to show weakness to anyone, hurriedly wiped his face with his clothes, and forcefully opened the door calmly, but unexpectedly met Min Yoongi's smiling eyes.

The light was dim, and he just stood with one hand on the door, naked and wearing a black leather jacket with red and golden dragon ornaments embroidered on it, his half-backlit expression was still as casual and charming as ever.

"Hey, I saw you dancing today." Before Park Jimin came back to his senses and bowed his head to walk around him, Min Yoongi said.

"Why didn't you dance in the end?" The tone of his voice was also light and light, like a fine net inadvertently sprinkled in the moonlight, intertwined vertically and horizontally, always able to capture the most painful and weak places of Park Jimin.

So he still bowed his head and didn't speak.

"If you care so much about winning or losing, and what other people think, don't jump."

Didn't expect him to speak so straightforwardly, Park Jimin looked up in astonishment, only to see that he was still slack with his hands in his trouser pockets, and at the end he gave a smile that was colder than his booing just now.

"The light on the stage is too bright, you can't bear it."

Park Jimin stared at Min Yoongi in a daze, and after making sure that the other party was not joking, he completely lowered his face.

He still remembered countless nights before, when he secretly hid in the school to practice without telling his parents, lying on the sweaty floor of the dance room in the middle of the night, the feeling of the incandescent lamp hitting his eyes.

You can't stand it.Min Yoongi, who only has a relationship on both sides, hits the nail on the head.

The dangling, powerless feeling with nowhere to escape swept over again, like the frustration he had asked for tonight, so he could only bow his head, escape, that's all.

Because he can't stand it, he knows it.When he stood on the stage and his limbs were leaden, he knew it.

"Crying?" As if he only noticed the crumpled clothes of the other party at this time, Min Yoongi watched Park Jimin wipe his eye sockets without silver, and stared at himself with a pair of red eyes.

Min Yoongi, who just thought it was funny, really laughed out, and commented, "It's not a big deal."

Pu Jimin, whose self-esteem was hurt again, burst into tears in an instant, rationally controlled and managed to keep his emotions from bursting, but his eyes widened even harder.After many years, whenever Min Yoongi thinks of Park Jimin at that time, he can't help sighing: he was such a brave boy back then.

The boy who was two years younger than him was crying, but he still looked at him stubbornly, unwilling to admit defeat, with a bit of vicious taste.

"Tomorrow, I will come again."

He didn't expect that this was the first sentence he said to him.

Of course