[BTS Jung Hoseok] Mr. Jung, your dew elf, please check it out

"I still want to feel the residual warmth"

"I recently learned a Korean song. Can I sing it to you?" 』

"She's so considerate"

"Good night, Bingyue, sweet dreams"

Bingyue looked at the prompt column at the top of the dialog box, and kept saying "The other party is typing".

Thinking,

Thinking……

Jung Hoseok's message was sent, withdrawn, sent and withdrawn again, repeated several times.

Bingyue: I’m thinking of you.

He quickly withdrew within two minutes, but this time Zheng Hoseok saw him.

I miss you too.

He muttered;

His hands unconsciously touched his cheeks and ears.

It was red here a few hours ago, and he still wanted to feel the residual warmth. Jung Hoseok lay on the pillow and smiled at the screen.

Bingyue: I recently learned a Korean song. Can I sing it to you?

Anyway, neither of them could sleep now. Suddenly, she remembered that Wu Yue would always sing her a lullaby when she couldn't sleep.

Zheng Hoseok is the second person besides Wu Yue.

Jung Hoseok: Okay.

Her voice came slowly from the other end of the phone. It turned out to be singing a lullaby. She was so considerate.

Immersed in her singing, the corners of his mouth were raised, and his eyelids were almost closed, as if he couldn't tell whether he was asleep or awake.

As his consciousness gradually faded, he grabbed his phone and tapped on the keyboard, sending out a string of text. Zheng Hoseok himself didn't know what he sent.

Jung Hoseok: Good night, Bingyue, sweet dreams.

Bingyue: Good night.

The night is quiet, and the person in the dream sleeps soundly, hoping to dream of that person.

-

The sun was so bright, it felt warm on my body, and I seemed to feel relaxed;

The sky is blue, and occasionally a few drifting clouds can be seen.

Bingyue followed the crowd across the sidewalk, and the sound of car horns kept ringing around her.

All kinds of cars were driving around.

I remember being frightened by two fast cars when I first arrived;

Now if she encounters this kind of situation again, she can face it calmly.

Buses came one after another, and Bingyue found the one she needed to work on, leaving only the last seat for her to take.

There were young lovers on both sides, whispering intimately, hooking up naturally, and the sweetness of love made Bingyue a little envious.

When she found a supermarket with Chinese characters written on it, Bingyue lowered her head and counted the money in her hands. The refrigerator at home was empty and she wanted to add something.

Bang!

"Miss."

A middle-aged woman picked up the dropped can before Bingyue and handed it to Bingyue with a smile.

"Thank you."

Bingyue took it, but felt uncomfortable. She held her breath and felt so uncomfortable.

She could meet such a person in every corner she passed through the clothing area, food area, beverage area, and cosmetics area.

Whenever she picked something, the man followed her and followed her.

Some looked at her and followed her without saying a word; some not only followed her, but also kept selling products to her, and they spoke eloquently.

She observed other people in the supermarket.

The middle-aged uncle opposite was also accompanied by such a person, but the uncle was focused on selecting items throughout the process and did not communicate with the person following him;

On the other side was a slightly younger woman, followed by someone behind her. The two ladies exchanged words from time to time.

The young woman received the recommendation and added a few more items to her shopping cart.

“When I buy things in the supermarket, there is always someone following me, and that person will also sell products.”

Bingyue tapped on her phone.

"This person is a supermarket salesperson, responsible for providing services and guidance for customers to purchase goods."

"Customers can ask the salesperson if they want to know product information."

Just like her guess, oh, that's right.

Turning her head again, Bingyue successfully made eye contact with the salesperson again;

The salesperson still looked at Bingyue with a smile and continued to stand a few steps away from Bingyue.

Bingyue didn't think about it anymore and continued to purchase.

-

The seven people in the practice room were sweating profusely, but they were still practicing their dance moves over and over in front of the mirror;

As long as one of them makes a mistake, everyone has to do it again.

Jung Hoseok stood at the front of the team, leading everyone to practice dance moves;

Kim Seokjin and Kim Namjoon followed closely behind and stood in the front row.

The music started playing again, and the two people were already getting nervous while it was still in the prelude.

Kim Seok-jin was afraid of making mistakes in dance moves; Kim Nam-joon was more serious because he hadn't memorized the second half of the dance moves yet.

Looking at Zheng Hoseok passing by, the two secretly exhaled. This younger brother was always very strict at times like this.

Well, these two really do whatever they want.

One after the other, the stuck points went wrong almost at the same time.