First Love[BTS]

"Your posture for holding the pen is wrong, look at me," Min Qianjie held the ballpoint pen as if it were a writing brush, and then demonstrated it to Zheng Haoxi, "Press, press, hook, grid, touch like this."

Zheng Haoxi looked at Min Qianjie's hand blankly, holding the pen in an indescribably awkward posture.

Min Qianjie thought for a while, and simply asked him to put down the pen: "You make a bulletproof gesture."

Zheng Haoxi habitually made a bulletproof pistol/gun with his right hand, and Tian Jungkook made the same gesture beside him.Min Qianjie put the brush on the first knuckle of Zheng Haoxi's index finger and the second knuckle of his middle finger, and then took his hand to close his thumb and other four fingers.

In this posture, he took Zheng Haoxi to write the words "Jin Suozhen" on the paper, and then asked him, "Do you understand?"

Zheng Haoxi nodded, and looked at his right hand with a curious face, showing happiness visible to the naked eye.

Min Qianjie turned his head to ask Tian Zhengguo again: "What about you?"

Tian Jungkook had already watched the meeting just now, took Zheng Haoxi's pen, and then copied the three characters "Kim Seokjin" on the paper to produce Min Yoongi's name.

Perhaps because of his ability to draw, Tian Zhengguo's brush control is more than a little better than Zheng Haoxi's, and he can copy it well.

"The strokes are basically correct." Min Qianjie was amazed at Tian Zhengguo's temporary memory ability - you must know that he only wrote it once, and it was still a traditional Chinese character.

Min Qianjie rubbed the maknae's head, then embraced Tian Jungkook from behind as if he was leading Zheng Haoxi to write, and led him to write "控" and "Qi" again: "Min's strokes are correct , our Jungkook is very powerful."

When Zheng Haoxi thought of his messy strokes, he felt a little competitive.

When Min Qianjie put away the book and notebook and came back to look at it, he saw Zheng Haoxi holding a new writing brush that he didn't know where to find, kneeling with Tian Zhengguo on the left and right, and the postures were more standard than the other.

Taking a closer look, there was a mobile phone between the two of them, and following the stroke order marked on the screen, the "Nan" in "Kim Namjoon" was now written.

Min Qianjie:?

Once I leave, you will study hard, right?

Seeing that they don't need her for the time being, Min Qianjie is a little regretful, because it means that he has to watch "Dream of Red Mansions" again.He stood there and thought for a while, took out his phone and confirmed that there were still two days before the latest deadline, and then decided to follow his inner thoughts.

Instead of disturbing the two of them practicing calligraphy, he went to the kitchen and cut half of the watermelon that had been frozen.The watermelon was cut into small pieces and put into a large bowl. He took a fork himself, inserted another fork into the watermelon piece, and ate while holding the bowl.

Min Qianjie went to the coffee table and fed a piece, and then straightened Masada Jungkook's shoulders to make him straighten his back.He looked at it for a while and didn't find any major problems, so he went out with the bowl to feed Kim Namjoon and Park Jimin who were playing table tennis.

"71 vs. 72?" Min Qianjie couldn't believe his ears, "Didn't you guys fight for a long time?"

The competition started when Min Qianjie took Zheng Haoxi and Tian Jungkook to start writing brushes, and it took less than 15 minutes.

"Let's show you that everything is possible." Park Jimin buried his head in eating the watermelon that Min Qianjie delivered to his mouth, then brushed his sweaty hair back, and stood in his position again.

Park Jimin tossed the ball and hit Kim Namjoon who was on the opposite side.

Kim Namjoon pursed his lips, his chin grew so serious, he raised his racket and hit the ball hard towards the net.

Park Jimin raised his hands and cheered: "72 to 72!"

Min Qianjie: "..."

He probably knew how such a short-term high score was achieved.

"Brother, are you coming?" Park Jimin eagerly looked at Min Qianjie, remembering the joy when he was playing against him in Hawaii, and warmly invited, "Shall we come to fifty rounds first?"

Min Qianjie leaned against the floor-to-ceiling glass door: "Ten rounds."

"That's ten rounds," Park Jimin said briskly, "let Namjoon score for us."

Kim Namjoon gave up the racket to Min Qianjie: "I will replace you after this round."

Park Jimin made an "OK" gesture.

[I really like Min Qianjie in the small forest, who knows [vicissitudes smoking jpg.]]

[I understand woo woo woo woo]

[From the time he put down what he was doing to teach Haoxi how to write, I started to have a persistent heartbeat]

【Me too!Because you know that when a person like him is doing something, people really dare not disturb (at least I don’t have the guts, the kind that I dare not be presumptuous in front of him when I go to sign a sale), but Hoseok naturally When I leaned over, I really felt his tenderness clearly TT]

[Also when Namjoon and Jimin didn’t move the other fork at all and waited for him to feed [cover mouth and cry jpg.]]

【He is the kind of person who will automatically filter out the noise and screams of the audience, but will notice your soft smile】

[Being treated specially by such a person will really subconsciously act like a baby in front of him, woo woo woo woo [cover your mouth and cry jpg.]]

【Help, you guys said it well, my mother's heart is even more excited [tears streaming down my face jpg.]】

When Jin Suozhen and Min Yoongi came back from fishing, Min Qianjie had already fought Park Jimin for nine rounds.Kim Namjoon played badminton with Kim Taehyung who came out of the game after the fifth game, and only Park Jimin was still in table tennis training.

"Don't shrug your shoulders," Min Qianjie said with a smash that ended the ninth game [-]-[-]. "You hit that shoulder and go up. It's ugly."

Park Jimin relaxed his tense muscles, lifted the hem of his T-shirt and wiped his sweat: "Come again."

Min Yoongi called out to Min Qianjie from a distance.Before Min Qianjie could answer, she saw Jin Shuozhen running towards this side, shouting as she ran, "Qianjie! Do you want to play a game with brother?"

"Impossible!" Kim Taehyung, who was playing badminton over there, quarreled, "Chunjie and Jiminy only have one round left, they promised to come and play badminton with me after this round!"

Kim Namjoon raised his hand: "I testify."

"Badminton is fine too," Jin Shuozhen said enthusiastically, "We can play three-person badminton."

"There are only singles and doubles, where did the three come from?" Park Jimin thought his brother was amused, "If that's the case, it's better to play basketball."

Five minutes later, six people stood on the grass according to their divided teams, ready to play basketball.

Kim Seokjin, Mincheon and Park Jimin are in a group, Min Yoongi, Kim Namjoon and Kim Taehyung are in a group.

Because there is only one basketball hoop, not only do they need to draw the edge of the court by themselves, but they can only play half court.

Min Yoongi took Jungkook's four barbells and put them on the four corners, and used spray paint to simply draw the three-point line and the three-second zone. Then he turned his head and asked, "Shall I explain the rules to you?"

"No," Park Jimin said sincerely, "It's not necessary anyway."

Min Yoongi: "...then don't need rules."

Originally, the venue was very fake, so everyone would guard against a specific person, and as long as a goal was scored, it would count as a score.

[Welcome to watch the CP group basketball game]

[Defensive group automatically Nanshuo Jiusanjiuwu who laughed to death]

[This venue really doesn't kill me, it's too fake hahahahahahahahahahahaha]

【Min Yoongi seems to be in a one-on-five】

[One-on-five I laughed to death hahahahahahaha]

"Kim Namjoon!" Min Yoongi scolded when he was once again blocked by his teammates in the three-second zone, "Are you defending Kim Seokjin or me?!"

Kim Namjoon rubbed his painful back: "I, I, I—"

"Leave me alone," Min Yoongi couldn't walk after being hit, and directly passed the ball to Kim Namjoon face-to-face, "Shoot."

Because just in the three-second zone, Kim Namjoon turned around and threw the ball in before Kim Seokjin rushed up.

Min Yoongi felt that he hadn't been so angry for many years. He lifted the hem of his clothes to wipe off his sweat, and after scolding his teammates, he went to reprimand Min Qianjie: "Did I say that you can't fight? You just ignored it, didn't you?"

Min Qianjie glanced at Min Yoongi's red right hand, and looked away guiltily.

"Don't be guilty," Min Yoongi thought of the good things Min Qianjie did just now, "Why don't you just hug me and stop me from running away?"

Min Qianjie couldn't guard against Min Yoongi at all, after being breached a few times, he subconsciously grabbed Min Yoongi's clothes.

Min Yoongi didn't react the moment he was caught.

Min Qianjie was not as afraid of him as Kim Namjoon, and his eyes lit up when he heard this sentence: "Is it okay?"

Min Yoongi almost laughed angrily at him: "Of course not!"

"Then what can I do?" Min Qianjie settled accounts with him while panting on his knees, becoming more and more confident, "You block me when I want to shoot, and you shoot me away when I dribble, and I pass When you hit the ball, cut it off for me..."

Min Yoongi: "So you started to block me?"

Min Qianjie even started to ask him back: "Otherwise?"

"..."

Min Yoongi held back his anger: "The last person who hit me has already been scolded by me and quit the team."

"You can scold," Min Qianjie nodded at him, "I won't cry, and I won't quit the team."

Min Yoongi said in his heart that you are a real dark soldier.

Although Min Qianjie is now haunted by the unbeaten temperament of his teenage years, it is impossible for Min Yoongi to scold him like he was a teenager.

Their quarrel in front of the camera during the second FM has been ruined by the ARMYs. They cut it out to be ghost animals, and edited handwriting everywhere. It is the kind of fire that will be caught off guard when playing with mobile phones.

Min Yoongi's knuckles were turning white while catching the ball: "Just try it."

If other people see Min Yoongi who is so angry, let alone repeat the same mistakes, they may not dare to do a formal defense.

But now the person defending him is Min Qianjie.

The other four looked at Min Qianjie, who was directly holding Min Yoongi back, with almost reverent eyes.

Min Yoongi couldn't get angry anymore, the posture of him standing on the three-point line to shoot the goal is a distressing skill.

The alarm clock rang at this time, signaling the end of the game.

"25 to 21," Min Qianjie hugged Min Yoongi in this position, "Congratulations."

Min Yoongi was too tired to speak.

Looking at Min Yoongi, who was exhausted after the game and had devoted half a year of exercise, Min Qianjie's conscience finally began to ache: "I'm sorry."

"It's okay," Min Yoongi sat directly on the grass, with a light voice, "Anyway, I won too."

Min Qianjie sat down next to him, and set a goal for self-reflection: "I will start practicing basketball from tomorrow, and I will definitely lose with dignity next time."

Min Yoongi: "..."

What a fucking great ambition.