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BTS Eden's evolution butterfly

Everyone, do you still remember the eden and his cute butterfly that I posted last time? Butterflies appeared again.But this time the butterfly looks better than before, and the signature has changed

The forum was discussing in a small area, and the stage here entered an encore scene.

When it was Kim Tae-chan's turn to speak, the person who rarely mentioned his family thanked his "grandmother" and "grandmother". Others didn't know what it meant, but Song Zechen knew it.

He stood behind and patted Kim Tae-joo on the back quietly.When Jin Taiyi turned to face him, he smiled bitterly at him, Song Zechen didn't dare to reveal too much.

When he got off the stage, Jin Tae-joo and his manager seemed to have said something, and then walked towards Song Zechen: "Let's go."

"what happened?"

"Come with me to the small park."

Jin Taiyi walked in front of Song Zechen, the hairspray sprayed on the stage had not been washed off, and there was a small sharp edge.

"Brother." Song Zechen patted Jin Taejin on the shoulder.

"What's wrong?" Jin Tae turned his head in doubt.

"Open your mouth." Song Zechen said plainly.

Although Jin Tae-joo was puzzled, he still opened his mouth, exactly the same posture as when he saw the dentist when he was a child.

"Why is Zhang so big?"

Song Zechen stuffed a piece of candy into his mouth, and the matcha-flavored candy jumped on the taste buds on the tip of his tongue, covering up the inexplicable bitterness in his mouth.

"No cavities."

"Reward a candy."

Song Zechen followed Jin Taejin's bangs in a coquettish tone.

"Yeah." Jin Taiyi silently chewed the hard candy in his mouth, and pursed his lower lip.

"If you don't want to laugh, don't laugh." Song Zechen wanted to "rub" his hair, but after styling it, he couldn't do it, so he only brushed his cheek.

"Very sweet." Jin Taichen smacked his mouth, swallowed slowly, found a bench with few people in the corner, pulled Song Zechen to sit down, and leaned his head on his shoulder.

"Will 'Grandma' 'Grandma' hear the news of my victory?" Kim Tae-jin gestured to the stars in the sky, their position happened to be able to see part of the sky through the treetops.

"Will do."

"'Grandma', 'grandma' has become a star." Kim Tae-young recalled the stories the adults told him when he was a child.

"My grandma has also become a star, maybe they will meet together by chance." Song Zechen responded.

"Oh? Your "grandma" "grandma" too"

"Yeah." Song Zechen nodded, "When I was young, I felt that I would be a star wiper after I left."

"Then I'll do it too." Jin Tae-soo thought the idea was great.

Song Zechen smiled and put his hands on the stone chair, the cold feeling rose from the palm of his hand to his entire arm.

"Our brother Tai Yi will live a long life, and it will be a long time before the stars are wiped."

"Then I have to make a reservation too. What if this job is so good that someone snatches it away?"

Song Zechen let out a muffled laugh, Jin Taejin leaned against him, he didn't dare to make too much movement, his eyes smiled beautifully: "Cute."

"Let's go, go back and rest." Song Zechen glanced at his watch, got up first and handed the hand to Jin Taejun who was still sitting.

Kim Tae-joo borrowed his strength.

"Open your mouth."

This time Jin Taiyi understood, his mouth was not opened as wide as before.

Strawberry flavored.

"Why isn't it the matcha flavor?" Jin Tae thought that Song Zechen only carried one flavor in his pocket, and the strawberry flavor was just a surprise.

"Because I want to keep being sweet." Song Zechen was looking forward to it.

During the comeback period, I have to prepare for the tour, and the biggest highlight is the solo of the members.

If everyone gets together, they will disperse to find their own corners to practice after finishing the group dance, holding the microphone and looking for small loopholes on their own.

Song Zechen practiced dancing at the corner of the room wall, and there was an extended link in the middle that he hadn't done well, and kept repeating this part of the movement.

Slowly he became more and more absent-minded, and Park Jimin was practicing near him. It was a very ordinary thing, but as soon as Park Jimin reached the high pitch, the sound was automatically muted, like a rewinding tape, repeating the low tone to the high tone and automatically canceling the sound, repeating the low tone High pitch and automatic mute

Song Zechen didn't dare to turn his head back, his hands didn't show any movement, he was worried that turning around would bring embarrassment to this person.But after a while, there was no sound, and through the mirror he saw Park Jimin leaving without a sound.

He forced himself to concentrate and finally practiced the full dance steps, and quietly followed.

There are other rooms on this floor, all with closed doors. Song Zechen walked along the corridor, and Fu Zhixin stood still in front of a door.

After knocking, he pushed it away without waiting for a response from inside.

As soon as he opened the door, a mineral water bottle slammed into his face. He subconsciously blocked it with his hands. In the quiet space, there was the muffled sound of heavy objects falling on the skin.

The cold and irritated expression on Park Jimin's face has not yet dissipated and quickly changed into a surprised expression. He strode forward to Song Zechen's side and grabbed his hand: "Zechen, are you okay?"

"sorry Sorry sorry."

Park Jimin panicked and kept repeating his apologies. The back of Song Zechen's hand turned bright red from being hit by the water bottle.

"I didn't mean to, I'm sorry I didn't know you would come in."

Song Zechen took advantage of the situation and grabbed Park Jimin's wrist, and led him forward to sit next to the mirror and continued to sit down: "It's okay, it's okay to just look scary."

"Brother is always like this. The anger comes and goes away quickly. He has never had a complete anger that started well and ended well." He joked.

After repeatedly confirming that Song Zechen was fine, Park Jimin lost the nervousness just now and bent his legs casually.

"How can I be angry?"

"Just mad at myself."

"The high note of "lie" is too difficult."

Park Jimin dragged his dry and forked hair and mumbled words.

Especially when he saw that other people digested his solo very well, and he was often hovering on the edge of broken sound, the feeling of depression and panic almost overwhelmed him, worrying that his low air pressure would scare him The teammates found a place to lock up and get into the corner alone.

"If you want to make yourself feel better, you can just shift the responsibility to the company."

"It's all because the company was too poor and didn't have the money to hire a good vocal teacher in the early days and didn't teach me well."

Song Zechen's usual method of comforting others is to throw the pot away and make jokes with a smile.

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Park Jimin pinched Song Zechen's face.

"too skinny."

When he debuted, the "milk" dumpling of baby fat was so thin that his bones almost came out after trying his best to lose weight. Song Zechen gently pressed the bulge on Park Jimin's back with his fingers.

"Eat more, and the treble will be more stable."

"really?"

Song Zechen's heart softened when he saw Park Jimin's eyes light up after hearing a simple sentence that could be used as a life-saving straw. A person who takes the stage so seriously deserves everyone's love.

"real."

"But this time, my image must be thinner." Park Jimin's head fell down again.

The theme of "Blood, Sweat and Tears" makes it absolutely impossible for him to look cute on stage. Apart from styling, he also requires himself to work hard on image management.

"It's already very thin, and it won't look good any more."

"really?"

"Ah."

"Then why are you so thin and still so stable." Park Jimin whispered.

"I participated in a choir when I was a child. Maybe the way of vocalization was different from yours at the beginning. After changing to a new teacher, it gradually changed."

"When I was young, I was scolded very badly, and I was even beaten on the palm of my hand."

Song Zechen's head became lower and lower like Park Jimin's, and his voice became lower and lower.

"Why are you still hitting your palm?" Park Jimin was surprised.

"unacceptable."

The corners of Song Zechen's mouth widened silently, how could he be so easily fooled.

"Then you should eat more."

"it is good."

There was silence, Park Jimin subconsciously ignored the existence of the people around him, immersed in his own small world, and could not even hear the sound of breathing.

The people around him suddenly clapped their hands, awakening and blaming himself.

"Rock paper scissors, play a game with me if you lose." Song Zechen didn't wait for Park Jimin to realize that this is a game that must be lost, and cut the mess quickly to end everything.

"Come with me."

Song Zechen pulled Park Jimin and turned to face the mirror behind him, narrowing the distance between the tip of his nose and the mirror.

"From now on, you have to repeat what I say."

Afraid that Park Jimin would not agree, Song Zechen specially emphasized it.

"I'm willing to admit defeat!"

"Alright then." Park Jimin pouted.

"Wow." Song Zechen let out a small exclamation first.

"Wow." Park Jimin followed the gourd painting, even though he thought it was funny, he tried his best to do it.

"I dance very well." Song Zechen said seriously.

"I dance very well." Park Jimin felt that he could barely meet this point.

"I have a lot of fans who like me."

"I have many fans who like me." Park Jimin vaguely understood Song Zechen's intentions, but felt that this game might not work for him.

"My high notes are beautiful."

"My treble is beautiful." Park Jimin said this reluctantly.

"How can there be such a handsome and outstanding Busan man as Park Jimin?"

"How could there be Park Jimin like this?" Park Jimin couldn't continue speaking at all, laughing until the air he exhaled fogged up in front of the mirror.

"What?" He pretended to complain, pushing Song Zechen's shoulder.

Song Zechen grabbed his hand with a smile, and the two of them faced the mirror at the same time, wiping away the mist with the other free hand.

"The last point." Song Zechen was still smiling, but revealed a sense of formality, "You must tell me."

Park Jimin's gaze collided with Song Zechen in the mirror, the light in that person's eyes was extraordinarily bright, which made him stop joking and don't care.

"I like Park Jimin."

Song Zechen's enunciation became very clear, each word struck Park Jimin's heart, he raised his head, and the mirror clearly reflected the two teenagers, with clean makeup and simple clothes.

One of them is gentle and the other is careful.

His heart skipped a beat at that moment, and he blinked slowly, looking squarely at the familiar face in the mirror.

"I like Park Jimin."

Park Jimin seemed to be back to babbling, as if he was taking an oath, carefully repeating this sentence word by word, pausing.

Looking at his ordinary self in the mirror, he didn't have a sad face, but had the same smile as the people behind him, and the light made their faces shine, ordinary and radiant.

Park Jimin himself should like Park Jimin.

This is always the most important point.