[Entertainment BTS] 100 confessions and 99 rejections

I was helping us hope that nim packed our luggage. When he asked me to help find a small black satchel with polka dots, I really agreed without hesitation.

But who knew that there were so many small satchels in his cabinet.

I didn't find this cabinet, so I opened a cabinet next to it, and it was full of small satchels.

...

I lay next to him yesterday and watched how many more orders he placed...

"Zheng Haoxi," I rubbed my forehead and handed him the small satchel he wanted, "tell me, how many small satchels did you buy?"

"Thank you, we can." He took it with a smile, put it next to the well-matched airport suit, and put it in the suitcase together, "Let me think about it, um..."

He was really thinking about it seriously.

"..." I pursed my lips, "Think seriously."

He glanced at my expression inadvertently, and suddenly realized that "how many I bought" was actually not the point.

"I can't count," he pretended to be distressed, but with a sincere face, "I will control myself in the future, I swear!"

He raised his hand.

"It doesn't matter how much you buy," I reached out and nodded his head, and helped him fold the clothes into suitcases, "In the future, you can only buy one piece at a time. Anyway, finish memorizing the ones you haven't recited before! "

When I thought that he bought a lot more yesterday, I got angry and twisted the flesh on his leg.

"Ah! It hurts!" He exaggeratedly exclaimed in pain, rubbing his hands, "Got it, I was wrong!"

"Otherwise, just dispose of those small satchels for me," I glanced at him, "clear out one of the two cabinets and put other things in there."

It's not a small cabinet. If I know that I will put these two big cabinets for you, I won't spend more money to add cabinets!

It's a pity that I never opened it to take a look, tsk.

"What do you put in a cabinet?" He asked unhappily, a little worried.

"You can put gifts from fans, handwritten letters," I suggested to him, "isn't that very meaningful?"

I get handwritten letters almost every day, and I read them.

Sometimes it will be released in sns, but it will be released anyway.

It is precisely because I insist on reading that everyone insists on writing.

"Well, that's not bad," he nodded. "Then what about the small satchel in my closet?"

He looked at me helplessly, and after a long time, he still felt sorry for his bag.

"It's simple, sell it on the second-hand market," I smiled, "You can still earn pocket money this way, anyway, I haven't seen you carry any bags you have, and sell all the bags with repetitive styles."

"But..." He was still struggling.

"No, but yo," I closed the suitcase and closed it, "Go down and cook, Mr. Zheng, your Chan is hungry."

I smile at him.

Originally, I helped him pack his luggage and he cooked.

"Okay," he was shaken by my smile, and immediately agreed, "I'll do it, you will come down later."

He got up immediately and went downstairs to cook.

I found that sometimes I had to push him.

We, Mr. Zheng, cherish our old things too much.

It's not that it's bad, but it's really unbearable for me to not use it and occupy a lot of space.

I sat on the ground and searched for any second-hand stores, but I found that charity sales are better than second-hand sales.

I took a look at the time and place, made an appointment for a booth, and happily went to inform Hope nim.

"I've made an appointment, it's a charity sale," I shook my phone at him, "Is it okay to wait until the day after you return to China?"

If not, please reschedule.

"Charity sale?" He came over and glanced at the content on my phone with interest, "How long will it take?"

"When do you buy it and when do you leave?" I flipped through the detailed introduction, "If you can't sell it, bring it back and sell it another day."

"Can't sell it? Can't I sell JHope's small satchel?" He had an expression of "as if you were teasing me", and he was about to say something (I guess he continued to praise himself) when I interrupted him instantly, "I am -"

"... In order to ensure the safety of the entire charity sale, sellers and buyers are requested to conduct business transactions in a civilized manner..." I spoke out, thinking for a while, "I think you may want to keep your identity secret and be an ordinary citizen seller."

"Can it be sold?" He started to worry now, "Aren't you going to accompany me?"

He could feel that I was gloating, and he was keenly aware that there seemed to be something wrong.

"I don't," I took it for granted, "I'm going to Japan with Sister Yalin that day, don't you know?"

"I know..." He was ashamed, "Sister Yalin is so annoying..."

"Hahaha," he really teased me to death when he said this, I made up the knife, "You can do it by yourself, really no one will recognize you."

He glanced at me resentfully, and continued to cut the meat.

"Exercising sociality, um, it smells so good," I ate a piece of cooked meat he had cut, it was really delicious, "I really can't call a friend of yours..."

"That's exactly what I mean," he pretended to be pitiful, "Someone is going to have fun that day, leaving me alone to fight against this society!"

He became addicted to the drama in an instant, and he acted there alone, and he acted in a revolutionary struggle drama.

Tsk, as expected of a lyricist and composer.

I can't understand this emotional world.

Isn't it just a charity sale?

Well, even if I'm left alone, I don't dare to go.

So I'm still a little worried.

"Are you worried that you dragged me to spy on your Zheng Haoxi?" Sister Yalin stood beside me wrapped in my manager's big and ugly coat, with a very smelly expression on her face, "Yin Can, you seem to be mentally retarded. It's almost late..."

The reason why Sister Ya Lin wears my brother's clothes is to prevent her from looking so outstanding and reduce the probability of being discovered.

I also wore a very long coat and a hat, and hid by a tree not far from Zheng Haoxi's bazaar booth.

Mr. Zheng Haoxi also dressed quite plainly today, wearing a peaked cap and bowing his head from beginning to end.

There is another person next to him to help him. It seems that he has brought his friend over to embolden him.

From what I have just observed, Mr. Zheng Haoxi has sold a total of three bags.

All mothers with children buy them for their children.

Fortunately, his price is still reasonable, otherwise I am worried that no one will buy it.

"I can't go anymore, I'm exhausted from standing on my legs," Sister Yalin urged me beside me, "Yin Can, it's going to be late..."

It can make my sister helpless, so I can be considered a success in one aspect, right?

Ah, Jung Ho-seok sold another one.

"Let's go, let's go," I gave up observing, and hurried back to the car with my sister on my arm.

In the video with Zheng Haoxi at night, Zheng Haoxi was still full of pride.

"Can, all the bags I wore today are sold! All the money I earned has been handed over," he was super excited, "I've never sold anything before, it's really interesting! Although it was all helped by that guy You Hyuk mine!"

His face is full of confidence of "I am a successful person", and I am super happy for him.

"You have experience, you can take me with you from now on," I pretended not to know anything, staring at him, "does it still make sense, today?"

"Well, it makes perfect sense," he looked at me seriously, "I have to thank Can for giving me the opportunity~"

"No, it's the chance you gave yourself," I smiled, "If you buy more small satchels, come here again next time."

I've said it like this, can you still not understand what I mean?

"Uh," he obviously understood, with a look of reluctance to mention it, "Got it."

"Is it true that it was not discovered in the end?"

I asked.

What I'm curious about is this, because I went there halfway and it hadn't been discovered at that time.

"Why not?" He felt a little complacent when he said this, "But they are all good boys, they didn't take pictures, and they left soon after buying the bags."

"That's not bad," I reassured him, "It proves that you have recognition and really experienced a charity sale. It's not bad."

"Well," he nodded, curious, "what are you doing now?"

"Ah, I have to go to the hot spring," I only now remembered where I left my sister alone, "I'm done..."

I can imagine my sister's expression.

"Did you leave your sister there?"

he asks.

I nodded.

"Hurry up," he looked at my expression and laughed gleefully, "I hope I can see you alive..."

He pretended to be scared and quickly hung up the phone, and I rushed to the hot spring pool.

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