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Walking towards SUGA shoulder to shoulder.

SUGA at night is still very lively.

"The room you're sleeping in used to be Namjoon occasionally." Jin Taiyu exchanged pleasantries with the bartender, and asked for two glasses of Fastlane.

"Who is Brother Namjoon?" Unprepared, he took a sip of the amber gold liquid, and Park Jimin blushed from choking.

"Hahahahahaha!" Jin Taiyu, who didn't miss the opportunity to laugh at him, laughed enough, and then pouted, "He's fighting on stage, and the one in the white shirt is called RapMonster by the people in the Jianghu."

"He or Min Yoongi, who is better?" The curious Park Jimin leaned over and asked with his back against Kim Tae Woo.

"I don't know, I haven't seen them diss each other."

"No way, there are rappers that Min Yoongi dare not diss." Park Jimin's eyes lit up.

"It's just a good relationship. It seems that we have known each other since we were young." Jin Taiyu was disapproving and reached out to greet the two skateboard boys passing by.

"your friend?"

"Yes, SUGA regular customer. The taller one is called Jung Ho-seok, and the lower one is Kim Tae-hyung." Kim Tae-woo introduced Park Jimin with a smile.

The two of them drank wine, and the topic went round and round, and at some point it returned to Min Yoongi.

"So he really suffered from depression?"

"I heard that before that, Yoongi brother had a big fight with his family to make music, so he ran to Seoul regardless. He worked as a part-time food delivery person and suffered a lot, and the lyrics he wrote were not recognized by the circle. It seems that At that time, he was under a lot of mental pressure. Later, he was forced by his family to see a psychiatrist for a long time. After he gradually improved, the family supported him and was willing to pay him to continue making music."

"It's hard to recover from that illness, right?" Just by imagining it, Park Jimin felt sad, not to mention Min Yoongi who had experienced it himself.

"I don't know." Jin Taiyu sighed maturely, "You see Yoongi-ge is usually like a grandfather, lazily lying on the sofa listening to music, and often scolding others. Actually, after getting along for a long time, you will You know, he's a really nice guy."

Like all ordinary people, will you be easily moved by the thin clouds like cicada wings in the sunset, and will you suddenly feel lonely because you write a good song and have no one to share it with?Will he drink against the wall in the middle of the night without sleep, will he be overwhelmed by sudden emotions, will he hide in the bathroom and cry softly before the performance.

Park Jimin thought so.However, when he looked up, he saw Min Yoongi, who was shining like a diamond, standing on the stage again after a long silence, speaking aggressive rap.

He looked up and saw the dark blue sky faintly, and the drum music in his ears was endlessly clamoring.Min Yoongi's voice was as hard as a stone, and he was at war with the powerful black night, galloping towards him without fear, and then fought hard and collided fiercely.His flow is a sharp sword with fire, piercing Ye's weakness in one fell swoop.The dark chaos was suddenly split open, and since then, the sky has become the earth, the earth has become the sky, and the light has peeked into countless narrow gaps.Park Jimin's world suddenly has day, night, sunshine and stars.

Park Jimin, who had just finished practicing in the dance practice room, walked over and turned off the music.The room that was still frenzied just now suddenly returned to tranquility.

With his hands on his back, panting heavily, he stood in front of the mirror in a daze, silently looking at himself in the mirror.Sweat flowed down the sides of his forehead and fell into the already soaked T-shirt.The hair was also wet and sticky with sweat, the palms of the hands, and the legs too, mixed with the soreness of the muscles, condensed into an expression of loneliness today.

He continued to watch, his breathing gradually calming down.So he stared at the silent self in the mirror, but he couldn't say a word of relief in the end.

SUGA, which is full of people and lively at any time, is a holy place that carries the dreams of so many people, and it is still gorgeous tonight.As always, the azure blue lights flashed, creating an exaggerated and dizzying coolness.People on the dance floor still blurred their faces, expressing their emotions freely.

Park Jimin, who arrived as scheduled, ran into Tonight DJ Kim Tae Woo, and the two made an appointment to see each other later, then turned around and merged into their respective fields.Park Jimin and the hip-hop friends he met not long ago met shoulders familiarly, exchanged greetings, discussed the popular choreography and anecdotes in the circle, and it was due to everyone's lively exchange of skills.

If it goes on like this...

Back home at night, Park Jimin tossed and turned in bed unable to fall asleep, so he simply got up and went straight to the next door.Min Yoongi, who had just finished his management work, was still not asleep, and was lying on the bed playing with his mobile phone.

"What's the matter?" Min Yoongi looked away from the phone, and saw Park Jimin, who was only wearing a white racer vest and black baggy basketball pants, holding a pillow in his arms, with a pitiful look on his mouth.

"I can not sleep."

"If you can't fall asleep, count the sheep. If you have one sheep, two sheep, or three sheep, you will fall asleep soon." Min Yoongi continued to look at his phone without changing his face.

"Brother~" Park Jimin spoke with a nasal voice, which was indescribably coquettish.

Sighing lightly, Min Yoongi found that this kid was getting more and more aggressive.He turned his head and glanced at Park Jimin who was standing at the door, and finally moved his body silently to make room for Park Jimin's half of the bed.

"I knew you were the best bro! I love you~" Park Jimin, who suddenly smiled, ran over to lie down in two steps, and did not forget to show his heart to Min Yoongi.

"Tell me, what's the matter?" He didn't believe that Park Jimin just couldn't sleep and came to harm the world.

"It's nothing, it's just that I can't sleep." Park Jimin said innocently, and suddenly seemed to think of something, "Ah, speaking of which, I keep dreaming about a pink butterfly recently. He and I were locked in a room without a window. In a house without a door. I want to take a closer look at him, but he always avoids me and flies all over the room. It’s strange, isn’t it. Flying around, he can’t always get out of this room.”

"Park Jimin." Min Yoongi put down his phone and said coldly.

"It's true! I really dreamed about pink butterflies!" Feeling that Min Yoongi was getting impatient, Park Jimin hurriedly changed the subject, "Brother, how about I get a tattoo? I want to get my name tattooed on my arm .”

"Okay." Min Yoongi said perfunctorily.

"Then how about we go together? You can tattoo SUGA, I will tattoo JIMIN!"

"No." Min Yoongi refused very simply.

"Why? Don't you think it's cool to have something on your body? Wearing short sleeves in summer can show it off." Park Jimin's imaginary picture appeared in his mind, and he felt a little blissful unconsciously.

"No reason, I don't like it."

"I think many people who engage in hiphop have it, and Taiyu also has one on his back. Brother, you also have to do this so that you can live up to the people in the industry." Park Jimin persuasively persuaded.

"If you want to get a tattoo, go by yourself." Min Yoongi, who is also very cool today, opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling, "But before you get a tattoo, you have to understand what your motivation is. Is it because you want to get it, or is it because of Tae Woo or something else?" Everyone has tattoos, so they want to go too?"

"Just... the tattooed fonts or patterns on the body are very nice."

"I read a book before saying that tattoos are to express our resistance to the world and our search for self-identity by changing the appearance we were given at birth. What are you looking for?" Min Yoongi turned his head to look at Park Jimin, "Also, even if you find a pattern that you like very much now, and you think you will love what it represents all your life, what if one day you grow up and don't like it?"

"I won't change!" The boy shouted hastily.

"You will." Min Yoongi's tone was calm but undeniable.

"Then... you can still wash it off..." Park Jimin, who had never thought about these issues, was a little shaken.

"Then what's the point of you doing this in the first place." Min Yoongi sighed indistinctly, and looked sideways at Park Jimin seriously, "There are too many people in this world who advocate liberalism, so that we believe that only we own us body, so we can do whatever we want with it. Smoking, drinking, tattooing, even self-mutilation. I have seen too many people go astray. But they only enjoy the freedom that liberalism brings, but forget the most important It is to be responsible to yourself. Because you absolutely own yourself, no one will pay for your actions, so you must take every decision of your own seriously."

"I won't get tattoos, not because I'm not cool enough, but because I clearly understand who I am, and I don't need tattoos to define and interpret myself." Min Yoongi sighed nonchalantly, "Jimin, ask your heart."

Silent, as silent as the night.Min Yoongi lay quietly, this subtle feeling of breathing from the person beside him made him not want to take the initiative to break this tranquility.

"The school called my parents."

"Huh?" I knew that this kid was not in such a good mood to stay up in the middle of the night to talk about the mountains.Min Yoongi smiled, instead of driving people out with a fierce temper as usual, on the contrary, he rarely and gently did not look at Park Jimin's half-red eyes.

"I used to miss too many classes, and now the school has to punish me, repeat a grade or drop out of school."

"What do you think?"

"I... I don't have any ideas. My family wants me to repeat a grade. And if I don't go to school, it will be difficult for me to gain a foothold in society by myself." Park Jimin's voice gradually dropped.

"Well, it's true. Even the best trees will be deformed if they grow by their own will. From this point of view, there is nothing wrong with what your parents say." Min Yoongi looked like someone who had experienced it, "And speaking of it, you The SUGA time is not short, and I haven’t won even once.”