[Bulletproof BTS] RE:suming

This year is our graduation year. Following Seokjin’s graduation from Konkuk University, Jungkook also ushered in his own high school graduation ceremony. Compared to three years ago when no one cared about him, this year’s reporters and media are crowded outside.

Through the window of the car, I vaguely saw the crowd surging outside. After the brothers in the car in front appeared, the noise suddenly became louder, which made me worry about looking at the flowers in my hand.

"Why don't we wait for Jungkook to get in the car before sending it off."

I glanced outside.

"It may be inconvenient to hold flowers."

Brother Jimin unbuckled his seat belt and pondered for a while.

"Alright, we'll give it later."

After making a decision, I put down the flowers in my hand and tidied up my clothes before getting out of the car with my brothers.

"Why didn't you wear sunglasses?"

I worriedly watched Jimin come here with only glasses on. Artists are exposed to the spotlight for a long time, their eyes will be more or less sensitive, and there are a lot of media here today.

"I have a photo shoot today..."

"It's okay, it's just a while."

Jimin hyung patted me and then greeted the camera.

"Hello~"

After watching Jungkook's graduation ceremony, answering the reporter's interview, and taking photos in the designated area, we came to the restaurant three years ago to eat Jajangmyeon.

"Brother! You have eaten too much!"

Jungkook finished paying, took the bill, and looked at us with a rebellious expression.

"93?! A pig?!"

I shaved my teeth.

"Mo... Just now in the car, he said he would use his own card to invite brothers like us."

"We even gave you flowers!"

"Ani~"

Jungkook smiled painfully.

"I just feel like I've eaten too much..."

While we surrounded Jungkook into the elevator and prepared to go home, we laughed and watched as Jungkook looked at his personal card, raised the corners of his mouth, and babbled about money.

"Brother, are your eyes uncomfortable?"

Brother Jimin leaned back on the sofa, closed his eyes, his eyelashes were trembling.

"Yeah, eye drops."

Brother Jimin took a long breath, sat up, blinked his eyes in discomfort, his eyes looked scary red and bloodshot after being stimulated by the syrup, I took the eyedrops on the coffee table and looked at them.

"Brother, it's better to wear sunglasses in the future, often using eye drops is not good for the eyes."

"I see, I just forgot to bring it today."

"Hey..."

I returned the potion to Brother Jimin, stood up and twisted my waist, my bones were going to be hard after sitting for a long time.

"Then I'm going to rest first."

"Hmm~"

The 2017 World Tour is about to start. We are in a hurry to return this time. We are rushing to return before the start of the World Tour. After all, we will be away from China for a long time this year. There is too much competition in the Korean music industry. Who knows? When we come back from the world tour, how many new groups will appear in the music industry, and how many people will be waiting for us.

Worry……

I thought that after winning the grand prize, I finally gained a firm foothold in the Korean music industry, but I didn't expect that the criticism came faster and more urgently than the praise. After the Gaon awards ceremony, the situation was even more like walking on eggshells.

The company's legal department has already negotiated with Gaon, but the other party has been doing Tai Chi. After the music bank rehearsal, my brothers and I said hello and walked out of the waiting room.

As a result, he didn't stay on the rooftop for long when Brother Namjoon's voice sounded behind him.

"Why stay here, the wind is so strong."

I withdrew my gaze from looking at the sky, squinted my eyes and looked back, Brother Namjoon was standing at the exit of the rooftop, walking towards me.

"How did you find it?"

Hands are held.

"Hands are so cold, go back quickly."

The warmth from the palm of my hand relieved my tense shoulders.

"Hey!"

Passing the backstage, passing through the corridor, the passing groups speeded up and passed us like snakes and scorpions, and a few juniors nodded from a distance before being dragged away by their own managers.

Brother Namjoon gave a wry smile.

"Here in reality."

"Who said it wasn't..."

Regular song playing, autograph session, seeing every ARMY who came to the autograph session trying to hide their tiredness and our smile, I want to repay them with a smile.

——Being our ARMY is really hard work.

Gaon's belated announcement seems small and insignificant in the increasingly fierce hustle and bustle. Now who cares whether it is really plagiarism, who cares whether it is really watered down, who cares whether its own idol is really worthy of this big award , in short, my family doesn't have one, and your family can't even try to make fun of it, anyone can chime in and scold.

At two o'clock in the morning, I was standing in the bathroom of my new home. The person in the mirror had a gloomy complexion and crazy eyes. How long had it been since I saw him so embarrassed and embarrassed.

"elder brother?"

Jungkook's voice sounded outside the door, I was taken aback, pressed the button of the toilet, patted my face amidst the sound of splashing water, and warned myself not to scare Jungkook.

"Hmm~"

I flicked the water off my hand, and when I opened the door, Jungkook was taken aback by me.

"Star Lord?"

"Ok?"

Who does he think?

"Go out quickly, I want to use it."

baffling……

There are four rooms in the new house, one for two, one for me and Jungkook, just like the other hyungs, separated by a wardrobe in the middle, so even if it is one room, we can have our own separate space.

I lay on the bed with my eyes open. Even though it had been several days since I moved in, I was still not used to the ceiling being so far away from me. I turned over and raised the corners of my mouth.

Don't recognize the bed to recognize the ceiling...

In the empty room, the dim moonlight came in through the curtains, and I saw the table under the window, with small dolls and small potted plants given by fans, as well as the books I read recently, lyrics books, manuscripts and so on.

There are wall-mounted shelves on the wall, where our family photos are placed, and other scattered things fill my room, but I still feel lonely.

Jimin hyung would ask me some questions when he was not confident at the LIVE, Seokjin hyung would take some of our producers to dinner, producer Line even drank together during the creative period, Jungkook and Taehyung There's no rest for us when we're making a fuss.

I shouldn't feel lonely, but I suddenly miss the snoring of Namjoon, who I always dislike. At least it let me know that there is someone by my side who is with me, and there is someone by my side...

Unable to fall asleep, I wanted to take out my phone to check it out, but after touching it for a long time, I realized that the phone had already been confiscated by Brother Jiu En.

don't...

It's all clichés over and over again, and you can recite them after reading too much.

"Can you hold on?"

My temples are swollen and painful, and I feel a little regretful that I didn't sleep yesterday and was thinking wildly there.

"Um……"

I shook my head, only to lose my center of gravity.

"Star Lord!!"

The price of staying up late is that as soon as the Music Bank live broadcast ended, I was admitted to the hospital due to an inexplicable stage accident. black.

After Brother Yunqi washed tomatoes at home at the end of the year, I inherited Brother Yunqi's mantle, absent from the subsequent song playing and autograph sessions, and washed tomatoes at home.

Even Brother Shuozhen joked that we are really a poisonous gang, and accidents happen at the end of the year, one after another, without taking a breather.

"Mo... I don't want to either."

Knowing that I was wrong, I rubbed my nose, swallowed with a bitter face, obediently handed the empty cup to brother Shuozhen, my eyes blurred, and I quickly reached out to catch it.

"what?"

The voice is hoarse.

"Tang, isn't it bitter to take medicine?"

I spread out my palms, and the small basket at the cashier counter in the hotel provided free mints that you can grab for free after paying the bill. I was taken aback for a moment, this feng shui is turning, and my magic candy has returned to me.

"Thank you bro!"

I took it apart and stuffed it with sugar, and the cool mint cleared my groggy brain a bit, kind of like the iced Americano in my studio.

"You stay at home well, if I know from Brother Hao Fan that you run to the studio again, see if I don't break your leg!"

Seokjin hyung is still thinking about my sneaking into the studio yesterday.

"Mo... It's just that I suddenly have an idea, it's okay to stay at home."

I stuck out my tongue embarrassingly.

"Still talking back?"

Shaking my head quickly, I immediately promised again and again that I would stay at home and wash the tomatoes, and I would not go to the studio, so Brother Shuozhen changed his shoes and went out under the repeated urging of Brother Shizhen.