First Love[BTS]

Jin Nanjun leaned against the door of the kitchen, smelling the aroma coming from inside, even those who were not very hungry would go crazy with hunger.I'm so happy, I just celebrated my birthday, and ten days later it will be the Mid-Autumn Festival, and I can eat Chinese food made by Qianjie again.

Since Min Qianjie started to go to school, he seldom cooks, and they only ate breakfast made by him.I make breakfast because Min Qianjie has a standard Chinese stomach—it doesn’t matter what you eat at noon or at night, but breakfast must be light.Min Qianjie, who was taken by Min Yoongi to his aunt's house for bibimbap for the first time in the morning, was stunned.Are you Koreans so hardcore even for breakfast?Not to mention drinking ice water, the average person has an iron stomach, right?Sure enough, he was stunned after eating, and he didn't eat lunch, so he went back hungry and cooked two bowls of noodles at night.From then on, he soaked the rice after returning home at night, cooked porridge the next day, and occasionally had noodles twice.

Originally, Min Yoongi and the others were not used to eating, but Naihe practiced for longer and longer, and slept later and later. Instead of getting up so early and going to his aunt's house for dinner, it is better to eat ready-made ones in the dormitory.Now, the four of them are proficient at pouring a cup of hot milk every morning.

"Nanjun, give this to Yoongi." Min Qianjie came out wearing an apron, and the chopsticks in his hands were rolled with congealed sweet and sour with sesame seeds from making sweet and sour pork ribs.

Jin Nanjun's eyes were almost glued to it: "Brother, I want to eat too."

"What?" Zheng Haoxi, who smelled it, also came, and couldn't move his eyes when he saw the crystal clear candy roll, and looked at Min Qianjie eagerly, the meaning was self-evident.

"Ah, he didn't just do it this time, you two will eat it next time!" Min Yoongi pushed away the two younger brothers, lowered his head, and rolled the sweet and sour into it, scalding non-stop, almost desperate Guard the chopsticks sweet and sour.

Min Qianjie was simply unbelievable: "What's the matter if I let them eat? How many times have you eaten? It's not too hot? Do you still want that tongue?"

Min Yoongi waved his hand, he was too hot to speak, and went to the living room to drink water.

Looking at the two pitiful younger brothers, Min Qianjie was filled with love and affection, and raised his voice, "Haoxi Nanjun, come in, let him eat the seasoning, let's eat the ribs!"

"Nan Jun, close the door and don't let the dog in." Min Qianjie continued in a voice that could be heard in the living room, put the sweet and sour pork ribs in the pot into the koi plate, and fed a piece to each of them.When Zheng Haoxi and Jin Nanjun ate it for the first time, they were so amazed by the taste that they were speechless.The pork ribs are wrapped in browned sweet and sour, and you can chew the burnt aroma of sesame seeds when you eat it. It's so delicious that you can't wait to swallow your tongue.

Min Yoongi remained motionless in the living room.Anyway, it can be eaten, but the chopsticks sweet and sour is only available for that one time, if you can’t eat it, you will lose money.He was spinning the pen in a good mood, humming the melody and thinking about the lyrics.

After the two younger brothers left with satisfaction on their faces, Min Qianjie looked at the stove and always felt that he had forgotten something.He leaned on the stove and thought for a long time. After seeing the leftover cold meal from yesterday, he finally remembered what he forgot.

"Min Yoongi! Didn't you say you want to cook rice with pork soup?"

Jung Ho-seok and Kim Nam-joon, who were wrapped with muffins on the dining table, looked at each other and smiled.

It is really a blessing to have two older brothers who can cook.

Min Yoongi cleared his throat.

Min Qianjie didn't raise his head: "No way."

Min Yoongi glanced at him: "You know again?"

Min Qianjie took a spoonful of soup and rice: "I bought that bottle of wine to make small glutinous rice balls, not for you to drink."

Min Yoongi was incomprehensible: "You have to make small glutinous rice balls for me anyway, why should I have a sip first?"

"Who said I'll eat it for you?" Min Qianjie took a bite of the ribs, "It's for Haoxi and Nanjun."

Min Yoongi immediately looked at Zheng Haoxi and Kim Namjoon.

The two buried their heads in their meals, pretending not to see them.The surface is calm, but the heart is very broken.

Why every time the brothers quarrel, they are always the ones who get hurt?

Since there was only one day off, none of the four went home.After eating, Zheng Ho-seok and Kim Nam-joon called their respective families, speaking one sentence after another in Gwangju dialect and Ilsan dialect, very lively.Min Qianjie lay on the sofa to digest, and glanced at Min Yoongi who was silently writing the lyrics.Although this topic has never been mentioned, Min Qianjie has the feeling that Min Yoongi is himself with a father who really opposes him.It was the first time he saw Min Yoongi from the perspective of a bystander, and he felt that the undisturbed boy was separated from the excitement around him, alienated and cold.

After debuting, fans said that it is not for nothing that the auras of the two are very similar.

Because Min Qianjie also saw himself in Min Yoongi this afternoon.

Perhaps when we first met, I felt that this person was my own kind.Because they are good enough, they are proud and unwilling to bow their heads; because they are cold enough, it is difficult to talk to each other; because they are similar enough, they are attracted to each other.The other party has something that he yearns for - Min Qianjie yearns for Min Yoongi's knowledge of the world but not sophistication, and his indomitable sharpness; Min Yoongi yearns for Min Qianjie's tolerance but doesn't fit.They are all fortunate to have such a person, in front of him they can show their other selves to the fullest.

But now, Min Qianjie clearly felt the loneliness surrounding Min Yoongi.

He turned his phone around without taking his eyes off Min Yoongi.The man also stopped writing for a long time.

"Yong Qi." He said softly, "Come back to China with me during the winter vacation."

Min Yoongi raised his head and bumped into those gentle eyes.That person's eyebrows were as clear as ever, just sitting there, he was silently showing off to the world - you see, there really are such good-looking people, and they are so outstanding.

And such a good-looking and outstanding person is my relative.

The coldness around him finally dissipated a little.

"it is good."

Kim Nam Joon and Jung Ho Suk slowly shrank together.They were still talking to their families, but their voices were unconsciously much lower.The elder brothers looked at each other as if no one else was there, and the aura between the two made people cringe.

There are obviously two people, why do they seem so redundant!

"Mom, happy Mid-Autumn Festival." Min Qianjie walked to the bedside and watched the lights of thousands of houses outside, "I ate pancakes made by my brothers at noon. Korea eats this during Mid-Autumn Festival."

"I'm not tired. I'll feel better after I master Korean. I can keep up with my studies. Don't worry."

"I'm coming back for the New Year, and I have to bring someone with me."

"Is it Yoongi?" Mother Min's voice was very gentle, "Tell him we welcome him."

"Yes," Min Qianjie smiled for some reason, "It's him, and I'll tell you the story."

"Is it dark over there? Can you see the moon?"

Min Qianjie looked out, there was a full moon in the dark sky, and there were clouds around it, and the silver light made it look better: "I can see it, it's as beautiful as home."

"Do you still remember the composition you wrote in the first year of high school?" Min's mother seemed to think of something, and laughed, "The teacher said that it was the pinnacle of your Chinese attainment, 'Mid-Autumn Moon is full, a thousand miles of beauty'."

Min Qianjie also laughed.He is a typical science student, the treasure of science teachers and English teachers, and the thorn in the eyes of Chinese teachers.Writing lyrical prose can be written into an argumentative essay. I once wrote on the theme of "friends", and wrote a rigorous sentence such as "friends are a necessity that appears with a small probability in a person's life", and was publicly punished in class.

Min's mother obviously went with him: "Do you still remember the "Friends" you wrote?"

Min Qianjie touched his nose: "I definitely won't write like that now."

Min's mother suppressed a smile: "Then what are you going to write?"

Min Qianjie was momentarily at a loss for words.

Thought he discovered that even after being influenced by three talented roommates for half a year, he didn't have much emotional ink in his stomach.After racking his brains for a long time, he could only come up with the words "Min Yoongi".

"If you don't have enough money, tell your family. Your sister said that being a trainee is very hard, so don't overspend. Don't be stingy with what those children need. They are all growing up, and it is not easy. Get along well and know Is it?" Mom was rambling, her voice choked up, "It's so far away, so we can rest assured if we get along well."

"Well, don't cry, I'm fine, and everyone is a fine person." Min Qianjie kept looking at the moon, his eyes a little sore.

……

"Then I'll hang up first, it's late, go to bed early."

"Well, good night." When he heard the phone's busy tone, he reached out and wiped the corners of his eyes.

Min Yoongi didn't know when he got up from the bed, put his hand on his shoulder, and wrapped Min Qianjie in his arms.

"Did you call your family?" Min Yoongi buried his head in his shoulder, "It's not Mandarin, right?"

"It's Sichuan dialect, can you hear it?"

Min Yoongi let out a lazy "hmm".

As the cool autumn night wind blew by, Min Qianjie also slowly closed his eyes.

That's great, let's go slower, he thought silently.That's it, that's good.

"Have you grown taller?" Min Yoongi suddenly broke the silence.

Min Qianjie rubbed his eyebrows.As expected of you, Min Yoongi, you really ruined the atmosphere No.1.

"It should be, if you get tired with your shoulders crossed." Min Qianjie turned around, stood next to Min Yoongi, and compared their heights with his hands, and Min Yoongi reached his eyebrows now.Thanks to the blessing of drinking milk unremittingly for half a year, Min Yoongi has probably grown to 177, and he is about 180.

It should not grow any longer, Min Qianjie thought about it, no one in the family is too tall, and his father only looks 182, not to mention that he is more like his mother.

I just don't know if my relatives will grow taller again.

"It's very comfortable for me, it's just right." Min Yoongi was still stubborn, "Be careful, I'm taller than you."

"I'm really scared." Min Qianjie responded without distraction, "Let's go, go back to sleep, and have class tomorrow."

"Qianjie." Hearing his relative's voice, Min Qianjie turned to look at him.The boy was wearing striped pajamas, bathed in the clear moonlight.

"Haven't I told you 'Happy Mid-Autumn Festival'?"

"Ah, it seems so." Min Qianjie smiled, "But it's over."

"It's okay, it's the same if you say it later." Min Yoongi lowered his head and touched his nose, "This is your first Mid-Autumn Festival in Korea." He paused, as if embarrassed: "Happy Mid-Autumn Festival, we will be together in the future Let's go."

Min Qianjie walked over and hugged him.The relative is small, and can be easily hugged in his arms, like a cat: "Okay."

Min Yoongi's ears were red, and he struggled hard: "Haji, haji..."

Min Qianjie suppressed a smile, he let go of the arms encircling Min Yoongi, and watched him flee back to the bedroom pretending to be calm, wrapping himself into a silkworm chrysalis, as if he would die with anyone who spoke to him.He climbed onto the bed, rolled the ball of silkworm chrysalis into his arms, and said softly, "Yonggi, happy Mid-Autumn Festival."

"Yeah, I got it, I got it, and let no one sleep!"

"Okay, okay," Min Qianjie coaxed the fried cat, "Good night."

After a while, there was a muffled "good night" from under the quilt.

Jin Nanjun and Zheng Haoxi huddled on the bed, not daring to move or make a sound, they could see the collapse in each other's eyes through the darkness.

No, why did the two of them bump into this kind of thing every time?

Did the one in [-] really feel that there was no one in the dormitory, or did the one in [-] fall asleep at [-]:[-]?

Is there any Wang Fa? !Can someone take care of those two [-]s? !

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2010, also known as the 94 Years of Good Friday