[Bulletproof BTS] RE:suming

After communicating with Brother Namjoon, within a few days we flew to Bangkok, Thailand to complete the two concerts that could no longer be modified, so there were only a few concerts left in Southeast Asia.

"Give some advice to yourself a year from now?"

I just finished a concert in Jakarta, and I looked at the writer who was filming a documentary on the opposite side. One year later, it will be 18 years...

18 years old me...

"I hope there will be no pressure, and I will work and make music with a more peaceful mind. Because what you are doing now is what you want to do. There are still some people in this world who cannot do what they love, so I hope you can cherish it. If you invest more actively with enthusiasm, you may encounter difficulties and obstacles in the process, but if you still maintain this sincere heart, it will be fine!"

——What kind of person are you?

"Me? Well... I hope you are a more open and better you at this time, you who have been able to face and deal with your own problems, and you who will say 'love' to yourself."

In addition to the Hong Kong concert, the concert in Southeast Asia came to an end. When I returned to Korea, the lyrics and music sent to Sister Duohui had received feedback, and there were still some parts that might need to be revised.

When I came back from CJ, Brother Namjoon was still looking at his computer in the lounge, typing and writing something with a serious expression.

"Brother still there?"

"Well! How's it going over there?"

Brother Namjoon looked up at me, then looked down at the computer again.

"My sister still needs to revise the lyrics. The arrangement is almost done. There are still some things to discuss about the ending, but I'm going to Hong Kong tomorrow..."

I sat on the sofa opposite, looked over my head, and the whole text was in English.

"Hiss—eyes hurt!"

Brother Namjoon couldn't laugh or cry.

"Yeah—your mother tongue!"

Then turn the computer around.

"Help me see if there is anything I can add."

"Oh well."

I read it from the beginning to the end, and found that Namjoon had the official answers to the questions he would face when he was preparing to go to the billboard and the preparation standards, and some questions were still tricky.

"Are these all my brother's own thoughts?"

"Oh!"

Namjoon nodded.

"How about it?"

"It's very complete. I can think of brother writing. I'll go back tonight and ask. When will I send it to brother?"

"Then it's hard work for you."

I patted Brother Namjoon on the shoulder and gave him a thumbs up.

"Brother take it easy, you can do your best."

Since the billboard awards ceremony that we confirmed to attend, except for JTBC, almost everyone is categorically not optimistic that we will be able to win the award. It feels like we are back to 14 or 15.

To be honest, I don’t know how to face these doubts anymore. If it’s in South Korea, I can take it as a joke, but this is an awards ceremony in the United States. We are still holding on to whether we can win the award. Doubt, but what should be prepared still needs to be prepared. I hope our efforts will have good results.

Coming out of Hong Kong Airport, we went to the hotel for dinner immediately. We were so hungry, Shuozhen was still muttering about what we should eat when we came to China.

"Ha...I want to finish eating quickly and go to bed now."

I put the plate on the table, pulled out a pair of disposable chopsticks from one side, and looked at the camera with a speechless smile.

"I really don't like the air in the plane, but I still have to eat."

"We go back to the hotel at night and have to exercise before we can sleep..."

Jungkook looked up from the plate of food and gave a critical blow.

"understood……"

After a night of rest, after the rehearsal in the morning, it was the rehearsal in front of more than 500 fans in the afternoon. When I came back from the bathroom, before I opened the door, Brother Seokjin yelled dissatisfiedly.

"Ah! Chocolate—"

Along with the sudden burst of laughter from Jungkook and Ho Seok, Seokjin continued to complain.

"Ah—why! I thought it was a mushroom—"

I pushed open the door, getting used to this kind of scene, and opened a bowl of instant noodles to eat on my own, so I have enough food and clothing by myself, and there will be no weird things in it.

"Eating ramen?"

I sipped the last mouthful of ramen, glanced at Taehyung, and pointed to the table over there, with several buckets of ramen on it.

"Oh! After eating, I can make it myself, there are more."

"No, just give me some soup."

Brother Taehyung stared straight at the ramen soup in my bucket, with such a look on his face, how could he not agree.

"it is good……"

"Brother! Drink mine!"

Jungkook picked up his cup noodle and put it between me and Taehyung hyung.

"You're all cold!"

Taehyung took a look at Jungkook, took my cup noodles and drank it. Seeing this, Jungkook put down his noodles with an unhappy expression, glanced at me, and muttered.

"Mo...my temperature is just right, why drink something so hot..."

I raised my eyebrows, what happened to Jungkook...

"Hey—we're done eating, let's go and digest."

Ho Seok stood up and looked at me.

"Ok."

I nodded and stood up, then looked at Jungkook who was lying on the side full of food.

"Together?"

Jungkook shook his head.

"No."

"Then let's go."

Ho Seok made a sign to go out.

"Uh-huh!"

He Ho Seok-hyung left the waiting room, we wandered around the huge venue for half a circle, chatting without saying a word, not far away Namjoon hyung was still being interviewed, Jimin hyung and Yoon Ki hyung were sitting on the stage on the rest.

"Brother! Something is wrong with Jungkook..."

I still couldn't help it, Jungkook was a little weird, this feeling has been there since the beginning of the year, but intermittently, sometimes Jungkook is normal, but sometimes it's weird.

"Really? I don't think..."

Brother Haoxi looked over suspiciously, Yaoyao nodded.

"Is it because you have been under a lot of pressure recently and are too sensitive?"

I pursed my lips, and I also know that I have been under a lot of pressure recently...

"Maybe……"

Putting this idea aside for the time being, our Hong Kong show starts at 7pm, and when the penultimate stage ends, Nam Joon has to use the railing to go down.

"We need to decide quickly!"

Brother Namjoon's condition is more serious than imagined, he can't stand up properly anymore, Brother Sejin is already looking at me, no need to say more, I replied.

"I can do it."

"I can!"

Brother Namjoon sat there with his back to me, while moving the ice pack to calm the muscles, he also emphasized that he could do it.

"There are two more songs, I have to go up."

Brother Namjoon insisted that he could go up, and I looked at Teacher Sun Chengde and several medical staff around.

"Then you take a break for 2 minutes and check the situation."

After listening to the doctor's words, I was relieved. Since the doctor said so, maybe the situation is not too bad, so I followed other staff members to prepare for the stage.

"Kim Namjoon! Kim Seokjin! Min Yoonki! Jung Hoseok! Park Jimin! Kim Taehyung! Yoon Sungjoo! Jungkook! BTS!"

I walked behind, and Namjoon was limping forward supported by two backup dancers. I heard the cheers from the fans outside. I suddenly understood Jungkook’s persistence in Chile. Now Namjoon Brother's insistence.

I want to meet every ARMY...

I want to remember every Ami...

Want to listen to every moment, every second of Ami's voice...