[Entertainment] Chen Guang

After walking outside for a while, he really wrote a new idea for his solo song. He didn't have a clue before, but he was sure of one thing - I want to write something happy.

But Yikage himself became unhappy instead.

In the past few days, he has been running outside twice in three days. When he returned to the dormitory after the school exam, he deliberately rejected the agent's invitation and decided to walk home. He walked around the secluded path, and he could drag it to an hour for half an hour. Like a child who comes home from school and is fascinated by new things and forgets the time.

But fortunately, there are still gains. It is probably because he stayed with Tian Zhengguo for a while before going out to smell the sweet fragrance of flowers and fruits. Terrified, he flapped his wings vigorously, conveying to him the subtle itch of commotion.Sighing slightly, he bent down and carefully placed it on the petals.The stupid butterfly flopped around for a long time at a loss, only to find that the wall it accidentally bumped into was gone, and stumbled away.

So when he got home, all of a sudden, his thoughts came to him.

The first handwriting written in the margin of the lyrics book is "Kilig" as the title.

A noun in the Tagalog language, it describes liking someone so much, as if there are countless butterflies running around in a panic in the stomach, and the eyes can't hide, and the butterflies will come out and flap their wings as soon as they open their mouths. He was so nervous that half of his body went numb like an electric shock.

It fits his mood at times. This song is written for fans, friends, and the group of people around him.

They always say that he is calm, but he is not. Whenever it comes to expressing his feelings, he will secretly put his hands behind his back and make a fist to give himself strength, and then quietly wipe his trousers clean before going forward. Pat them on the shoulder or give them a hug.

No one knows his nervousness, and probably not many people believe it. He is extremely timid, and it takes a lot of courage to express his sincerity.

I like you guys so much, I can't help but want to run away when I like you the next second.

While he was writing the lyrics, he looked back and felt so disgusting that he didn't want to admit that he wrote it.

"As long as I see you from a distance, I want to go to Mars

But the butterfly is still worse than me and can't help but fly towards you

so i started running

Hugging with the bumping deer

Tiger hot enough to magic melt into butter

Blowing bubblegum nearly explodes and scares kitty in the sun

Set off fireworks for myself all the way, close to you

Hey, my butterfly accidentally landed in your palm"

After finishing it, he planned to go all out. Song Zechen picked up his schoolbag and filled it with a USB flash drive, a notebook and a pen, and hurried to the company. It was the weekend, and the company gave employees holidays and never worked overtime as usual. He opened his production room and started the equipment.

Several hours passed in a blink of an eye, and Song Zechen finally bent his straight back and sank into the seat. The air conditioner adjusted the temperature just right. Once the nerves are relaxed, the comfortable environment will easily make people feel tired.

The finished file has been saved, and he seems to have nothing to do, but he is too lazy to move home, staring at a small pot of green plants in the corner in a daze.

There was a knock on the door as if a kitten was gently scratching. Song Zechen blinked several times before recovering. It happened that the door was not locked, so he stayed in his seat with peace of mind: "Please come in."

Park Jimin poked out a hairy head: "Zechen, I knew you were there when the door wasn't locked."

Song Zechen dragged another chair in the corner to signal him to sit beside him.

He is not surprised that Park Jimin will appear here at this time. A few months ago, after this person proposed the idea of ​​writing a self-composed song, he often went to the company to communicate with the producers. Song Zechen's territory was too small and he was the first A pass, so sometimes I will borrow Jin Nanjun's production room for use, no one will reject a person who is enthusiastic and hardworking.

"How's the writing going?" Song Zechen saw that Park Jimin didn't look like he was sweating profusely after dancing practice, and he was even more sure that he came to compose the music.

Park Jimin shook his head, and asked Song Zechen irrelevantly, "Where's yours?"

Song Zechen lazily moved the mouse to light up the extinguished screen, found the folder and clicked to play.

After the song was finished, it was difficult to amaze him, but what he found interesting was that Park Jimin's eyes gradually widened and became brighter, as if the sun was shining on glass beads, and he was breathing with brilliance.

"It's really nice. Although there are no lyrics for the time being, the melody feels like a butterfly is about to fly out." Park Jimin couldn't wait to praise the song after he finished chewing the melody he just heard, thinking of Song Zechen The question I asked him before, "My song hasn't been released yet."

"I want to overthrow it and rewrite it."

"Didn't it be during that time when I first wrote my own song?" Park Jimin used "that time", knowing that Song Zechen must understand, "The song I wrote was too dark. Now that I am in a good mood, I look back and I can't write any more. .”

His fingertips lightly stroked the wood grain on the table: "Delete them all."

"Okay." Song Zechen responded to him lightly.

Finding the matching pen and paper from Song Zechen's desk, he frantically opened the music software on his phone from time to time. Compared with the way the people around him were sinking into work, he seemed not in the mood.

"Zechen, I want to get a tattoo." Park Jimin put down the pen poking on the paper, made a decision, took a deep breath and confessed.

"Ok?"

"A NEVERMIND tattoo on the ribs on the chest." Park Jimin pointed to that small area through the fabric of the clothes.

"Ah, that must be very painful." Song Zechen's beautiful eyebrows were slightly frowned, as if he had been there in advance, especially gentle and cautious, as if he was afraid of disturbing the pain.

Seeing his appearance, Park Jimin suddenly smiled: "Aren't you wondering why I want to get tattoos all of a sudden?"

"Yeah." Song Zechen nodded and shook his head again, "I'm curious, but I don't want to ask, and I don't want you to tell me."

Park Jimin put his cheeks on his folded arms on the table, and turned to Song Zechen's side: "Why?"

Song Zechen leaned on the gourd painting, lying on the table, his eyes were covered by long eyelashes, and the light cast an ambiguous light and shadow.

He carefully described Park Jimin's appearance, the jaw line like a knife carving, the eyes that would narrow into a line when he smiled, and the playful lips that pout from time to time.

No matter how sharp he is on stage, Park Jimin always seems to be a small man in his impression, occasionally wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses, he looks very cute and soft.When I saw him for the first time, I thought the company had kidnapped another honest kid.

This man was really honest, and his ears turned red very easily with embarrassment.All things have love for him, and when he knew that the puppy's eyes could only distinguish three colors, he showed an unbearable and sad expression.Silly falls, endless circles, good grades in mathematics, all these tiny details that can be counted are the agility and tenderness in his nature, and he loves broadly.

But on the other hand, he is ambitious.

Cutting off all retreats, I came to Seoul to pursue my dream, counting minutes and seconds a day, making a decisive and desperate choice.The habit of working hard has been fused into his blood, and he is like a small chisel to knock out the arc that he is praised by everyone.No one can overcome all difficulties for him, and even the suffering is sung by him himself, and he smiles and wipes away his tears to thank him for what he has suffered.

Getting a tattoo wouldn't be a sudden decision. Song Zechen didn't want to ask. He couldn't empathize with this person's feelings. After he deliberately searched for the answer, there was no need for a few hypocritical echoes.

He only needs to guard step by step and wait until the day when this person is truly nevermind.

Park Zhimin saw that Song Zechen didn't answer for a long time, even though he didn't know how many times the other party had thought about it, he also felt a thoughtfulness.He only fiddled with the other person's hair: "Thank you."

If there is no tea during the afternoon tea time, you may feel drowsy. Everything from the dust to the smell in the air is making you drowsy.

"Brother Nan Jun is writing a song called "Love" recently. When I am with him, I will think about what love is." Park Jimin pouted, looking distressed, "I can't think of it. When there is too little, I will worry that I am not doing well enough, and when there is too much, it will become a sweet burden. But people are still greedy, and I want a little more love than the love that is too little.”

He was silent for a long time, his eyes leaped over Song Zechen's shoulders, and there seemed to be countless fermenting thoughts in his heart scrambling to make a soup from the memories of the past, which was as sour as green grass juice, and his voice became lower and lower, and he confided helplessly:

"Zechen, I'm so tired."

"Then close your eyes and rest."

After Song Zechen said this, Park Jimin obediently closed his eyes in agreement: "I still want to listen to that song of yours."

Song Zechen dragged the progress bar back to the beginning again, and the elegant butterflies rushed to the stubborn boy.

"Jimin." He stared at Park Jimin's clean face and called softly.

A long time ago, Park Jimin told others that it was a happy moment to call him so lovingly, but Song Zechen never had the chance to call him because of his age.

Park Jimin wasn't asleep yet, the corners of his mouth curled up and he didn't care about his presumptuousness.

Song Zechen rolled his eyes and laughed.

"Jimin, Jimin, Jimin..." He seemed to have been pressed by some switch, and repeated it gradually and briskly, as if he wanted to make up for what was missing in one go.

Park Jimin slapped him angrily: "Aren't you annoying, I'm going to take a lunch break."

"Oh." Song Zechen was quiet, and when Park Jimin was drowsy, he paused for the last moment, "Jimin."

Jimin.

Your name is the most correct point of view in a statement that does not convey its meaning.

Love is a complex puzzle with multiple solutions.

But there is only one Park Jimin in the world, and if you gather all the fragments of love related to your personality, you will not be copied again.

Since you are so elusive, why not use these pieced together love to copy one more of the world you love.

Then carefully place you in the center of the world, without calling for love, all love will come to you consciously.

Because you are love itself.