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Then he said, "I'm going to win."

Not a statement, but a declaration.When others told him that it was impossible, he insisted on fighting and breaking through. When others said he couldn't stand it, he just wanted to prove that he could stand it.

Not only that, but he has to win.

three

"Okay, I got it." Min Yoongi smiled noncommittally, and his understatement was so annoying.

"I said I will win tomorrow!" Park Jimin blushed.

"I see." He waved his hand, as if his determination and ruthlessness just now were just soap bubbles blown up by a child, a joke that would burst naturally if it didn't fly high.

"Wait and see, I will definitely win." Park Jimin clenched his fists.

"Okay, okay." Min Yoongi, who didn't want to waste his time on this issue, nodded, "Come out for a drink, and I'll mix it for you."

Following Min Yoongi to the bar, Park Jimin realized that the people in the bar had been cleaned up long ago, and the perverse blue wall lamps had also been turned off, leaving only four or five cold white lights on the dark marble table; The hustle and bustle of the music was switched to a gentle and smooth piano minor, against the pretentious graffiti on the wall, compared with the crazy and lively past, there was an indescribably quiet taste.

"212?" Min Yoongi supported the table with one hand, leaped neatly into the bar, and turned around to ask.

"Don't try to send me away with soft drinks." There were only two people left in the big shop, and Park Jimin also gave up etiquette, jumped on the table, and watched Min Yoongi take out a half-full bottle of foreign wine from the bottom of the shelf.

"Ah, I can't fool you." But it seemed that he didn't intend to fool him with soft drinks, and Min Yoongi brought out a European-style tall dripping pot from the bar counter and put it on the table.

"Underage?"

"Aren't you?" Park Jimin who quietly looked at the interior decoration did not show any weakness.

"Haha, yes." Min Yoongi, who was exposed, was not at all embarrassed and continued to ask, "How old is it?"

"Sixteen, the imaginary age is seventeen."

"That's not too small, Park..." Min Yoongi suddenly narrowed his eyes with a smirk, "Park Jimin."

"!" Suddenly being called by Min Yoongi who was still a stranger, Park Jimin turned to look at him in surprise.

"Here, just a fake ID is not enough, remember to take off the badge in the future." Min Yoongi raised his chin, motioning him to look down.

Sure enough, his name tag was still hanging on his chest.Park Jimin, who was belatedly aware of it, hurriedly put the school badge into his pocket.

"I'm Min Yoongi, I'll just call you brother from now on."

Park Jimin nodded.

"You opened SUGA?"

"The pocket money given by the family is just for fun." Min Yoongi smiled, took out two exquisite glass rock cups, and poured less than half of the wine into each.

"It's driving very well." It is widely rumored that SUGA's family is well-off, and it seems that his reputation is well-deserved.

"It's all former friends, just bring some new friends to play occasionally." He looked at him and smiled again, "It's really rare to see a person like you coming to the bar alone. In the future, we should come to the bar more often."

Park Jimin thought for a moment, tilted his head and said seriously, "I can't drink much wine, dancing is fine."

"Like hip-hop?" Min Yoongi simply stopped what he was doing and looked at the serious Park Jimin.

"Yeah. I've been learning since elementary school until now." Park Jimin's eyes sparkled unconsciously when he mentioned his dream.

"Your parents agree?"

"Of course not." Thinking of something, Park Jimin sighed heavily out of age, "They hope that I can study hard, go to university like other children, and find a decent job to support myself."

"But you think life is too short, so why not give it a try." Min Yoongi's tone sounded like he was from the world, "Otherwise you wouldn't have come to SUGA."

Park Jimin, who stopped replying and arguing, just smiled, his good-looking brows and eyes were crooked, unexpectedly kind of indescribably cute.

During the pause, Min Yoongi took out two maple-leaf-shaped colanders and placed them on the mouth of the cup. He took two sugar cubes and placed them on top of each other. Then, he filled the dripping pot with ice water and let the ice water slowly drip on the sugar cubes.The water drips down, slowly, slides over the sugar cube, blends with its sweetness, and then falls gently into the glass of wine.

"This way the flavors of the wine and the sugar cube will mix more evenly." Min Yoongi watched almost obsessively as the ice water in the dripping pot fell and melted regularly.

"What kind of wine is this?" Attracted by the aroma, Park Jimin leaned over the wine and sniffed it, smelling the strong smell of anise.

"Absinthe is known as the best wine in France in the [-]th century. The main ingredients are anise, fennel and absinthe herbs." Min Yoongi held up another glass of absinthe that had not yet been soaked in water to Park Jimin, "From plant-based Extracted from medicinal materials, you see, natural green."

Park Jimin took a sip, and the light and slightly bitter aroma of the wine immediately filled his mouth.

"Absinthe with ice water is more flattering." Min Yoongi looked at Park Jimin's intoxicated expression with satisfaction, and his eyes stayed on the other glass, "Dilution of water will cause the less water-soluble part of the wine to separate out, forming an opaque glass White emulsion, and ice water can also release the aroma dissolved in alcohol."

"Some people like the aroma of this herb mixed with the rich aroma of wine, but what I like is the long opacification. The French call the white suspoemulsion part louche. It calms me and makes me think .” Min Yoongi, who left Mike, really didn’t see any violence.Under the touch of the gentle piano music, Park Jimin found that even the dragon on his leather jacket seemed to be taking a nap with its eyes closed.

"Wilde wrote, 'Walking on the cold night street after drinking, I felt tulips rubbing against my feet.'" Min Yoongi seemed to be excited, and said directly.

"As for me, I've never seen a tulip." He filled the drip pot with ice water and put another glass of wine under the drip tip. "It's just that the turbid absinthe is like milk, with a smooth mouthfeel and an indescribably wonderful aroma."

"It is the prelude to all things and the end of all things, so I call my absinthe THELAST."

"THELAST... What an interesting name." Park Jimin grinned after thinking about his words.

"It's a pity that THELAST took too long to be included in SUGA's wine list." Min Yoongi shook his head with a regretful face, and then smiled with relief, "The loss of fast food consumption."

"Then I would like to thank Boss Min for his kindness today!"

"Anyway, idle is idle." Min Yoongi, who was amused, put his face on one hand, looked at Park Jimin and thought for a moment, and asked, "Will something happen if you don't go home so late?"

"I used to live in school, so I skipped too many classes and was suspended." Park Jimin put his hands into his pockets as if he didn't care, but the pinpoint of the brooch he put in just now poked his palm, causing a fine pain.

Seeing him frowning suddenly and pretending to be peaceful, Min Yoongi just found it funny, "Isn't the accent from Seoul?"

"From Busan." Park Jimin said a few more dialect words, and suddenly thought, "You're not from Seoul, are you?"

"Well, I'm from Daegu." Min Yoongi, who was slightly proud when mentioning his birthplace, smiled even wider, "You know me?"

"In the hiphop circle in Seoul, who doesn't know Daegu SUGA." Park Jimin's tone was half joking, half serious.

"Then we are destined." Hearing this, Min Yoongi turned around and took another small wooden box, and took out a white pill-shaped thing from the compartment of the wooden box and put it on the table.At this moment, another glass of absinthe has also been clouded.He broke the pill in two and threw it into the wine.

"What did you add?"

Min Yoongi avoided answering, just concentrated on stirring with a small spoon, and handed a cup to Park Jimin after making sure that the pills had completely melted into the wine.

As smart as Park Jimin, he didn't insist, but instead asked, "How would I feel if I drank it?"

"The first stage is the same as drinking ordinary wine. The second stage begins to discover the cruelty of this world. But as long as you continue to drink, in the third stage, you can see all the beautiful things you want to see."

Min Yoongi stirred the absinthe in his hand, raised his glass to him, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his lips.Park Jimin shook the cloudy liquid in the cup, and also raised the cup.

Remember who said that absinthe is the best of the soul, and the spirit in absinthe longs for your soul.

The two glasses collided in the air, making a crisp sound.

But with me, you are safe.

four

What's the difference between a glass of absinthe and a sunset?

After half a glass of wine, Park Jimin suddenly began to think about this question.In Qianpin's hand, the wine that had completely changed from ai green to milky white, in the blink of an eye, he seemed to see the setting sun that was about to fall at the end of the straight road.The horizon and the line of sight cross each other, colliding hard against the round red spot.The surroundings suddenly became noisy, the sound of the wind, people's voices, and the subtle sound of the sun sinking. Everyone knew that there was still a way in the distance, but they stood still.He turned his head to look for something, only to see the silent Min Yoongi, drinking with his head down.

He was neither smiling nor angry, as cold as a statue.The orange-red light of the setting sun supported his face, his complexion was so white and bright that it was almost transparent, like the ice water that had just dripped, faintly glowing with holy light.Only separated by a layer of thin skin, Park Jimin saw his internal organs, saw his crisp ribs, and saw a long catheter-like tube flowing with grass-green absinthe, emitting a corrosive smell everywhere he went.

Then there is the silent drop.

Tick, tick.The sugar cube finally melted, melted, and fell into the white dream.

There is soft fine sand under the body, hot and humid.Countless sunsets are hidden at the bottom of the sand, and in the flowing air of shallow absinthe, mixed with red oranges, the colors are as colorful as Van Gogh's paintings.

He reached out to grab it, and suddenly sensed the existence of another human body.

Park Jimin opened his eyes suddenly, only to realize that he had been lying on the bed at some point