[Bulletproof BTS] RE:suming

With the progress of playing songs, the comments about plagiarism became more and more popular. I even saw EXO fans cut out their own words and attacked me out of context through the computer in the production room, saying that I mocked my seniors for being old, and then threw all kinds of dirty words water.

The company began to teach us some courses on how to answer these questions. If the invitation on the variety show can be replaced by brothers, let them go. If not, let me talk less and give more reactions. With a sigh of relief, I can have time to write lyrics and music, and soak in the production room.

"Star Lord, look at this!"

"Ok?"

Oh, put down the takeaway in your hand, and take the tablet in Namjoon's hand, it's a demo.

"It's kind of sad... just this part?"

"Hey, record a section first, and if you can, continue to make it."

Brother Namjoon nodded and pulled up his backpack.

"Let's go to the studio and record this part!"

"me?"

I pointed to myself, as the lead singer and producer, I spent more time with Nam Joon, Ho Seok, and Yoon Ki, and sometimes participated in the demo recording of each other's produced songs.

"Well! What's the matter? Inconvenient?"

"no!"

I shook my head.

"Well, I think a purer voice would be better, but my voice is not suitable, how about letting Jungkook sing?"

"Jungkook?"

Brother Namjoon looked suspiciously in his eyes, so I nodded.

"It's not because I don't want to sing, hyung, Jungkook is also the lead singer, I just think he's more suitable than me."

"Then I'll be looking for Jungkook some other day, let's listen to you first today."

Namjoon thought about it.

"Just so I have others."

"Ah...that's it!"

I nodded.

"By the way, where's Brother Yunqi? I also finished a section, and I want to ask Brother Yunqi to record the rap part."

"Brother seems to have an appointment with relatives today, let's talk to brother when he comes back."

"A dear friend?"

Brother Namjoon shifted his gaze.

"Ok!"

"Brother Yunqi is a bit different recently, brother should pay more attention!"

Brother Yunqi feels that his condition is not right recently, and he has repeated symptoms, and he is too busy to pay attention to it. If that relative can help Brother Yunqi, it will be the best of both worlds.

"I know! I'm the captain!"

Brother Namjoon embraced me and walked to the production room, thinking it was just two or three clips, but Brother Namjoon dug out more than a dozen of these clips from the computer and asked me to record them all, it was too productive.

"Brother, you want to buy me a snack!"

I took a sip of the water Namjoon handed me, and stared at him who was smiling shyly.

"Got it, just when we go back, I'll buy it for you, okay?"

"Alright!"

Brother Nan Jun packed up his things, then he took me to leave the company, and Brother Hao Fan came to meet him in the corridor, and I said hello to Brother Nan Jun.

"Brother, hello!"

Brother Hao Fan looked at us.

"Hmm! Ready to go back?"

"Hey!"

"By the way, Moon, the company picked up a solo itinerary for you."

I was taken aback for a moment, my personal itinerary was already taken for granted, why did Brother Hao Fan get so excited all of a sudden?Good ratings, but difficult to deal with?

"It's the MC of Music Bank, signed 8 issues, about two months."

I let go of my nervousness. To be honest, it's not that I can't handle that kind of difficult situation, but people are creatures that seek advantages and avoid disadvantages. If they can choose, they will naturally not consider it.

"Hey, I see. When will it start? Let me know when the time comes. Actually, I can't remember if I tell me now."

"A fixed MC for two months!"

Brother Namjoon stepped in and patted my shoulder, a little speechless.

"How can you not remember this?!"

"Hey...Brother, I can't remember it all the time. I almost forgot a signing event before, didn't I?"

"Ah! Then you hurry up and remember!"

Brother Hao Fan nodded my head with a bit of resentment.

"Why? Don't you have brothers? I just need to follow them?"

I stuck in the middle and pulled Hao Fan's arm and Nam Joon's arm.

"Don't I have so many brothers who love me? Brothers will remind me, right? I really can't remember! Worrying about university studies every day is enough to make people sad, brothers, can you bear it?"

"Ah! Don't be like this...how long are you going to act like a spoiled child!"

"Brothers don't like it?"

"Like it! Let's do it!"

I refused Hao Fan's drive, and there was no one on the road at night. It's rare that I don't have to pretend today, so Brother Namjoon and I walked back, passing by the convenience store and secretly buying some food.

Coming out of the convenience store, Brother Namjoon was holding a bag in his hand, and I was hugging the unpacked potato chips, feeding them while eating, the moon was bright and the stars were sparse, I had nothing to say, but it was surprisingly comfortable.

"Star Lord!"

"Hey?!"

I was surprised to see Brother Hao Fan who silently appeared out of the car window, and Brother Sejin who was driving inside, and I reacted and immediately stuffed the potato chips in my hand to Brother Namjoon.

"Brother bought it for me!"

"Ah... Star Lord! You can't do this!"

Brother Namjoon was holding the potato chips in his hand, nervous and majestic, he didn't know what to do with the big bag of potato chips.

"Star Lord, are you going to do this? Last year you stuffed ice cream into Namjoon's pocket, pretending I didn't see it?"

Brother Hao Fan spoke quietly.

"Ugh?!"

I was surprised, Brother Hao Fan actually remembered this matter of Chen Zhima and rotten millet?

"Stand still, both of you."

Brother Hao Fan went to open the door of the co-pilot, not knowing what to do, I quietly stuck out my tongue at Brother Nan Jun, in exchange for a helpless look from the other party.

"Crack!"

As soon as the flashing light passed, Brother Namjoon was also shocked.

"Brother, what are you doing?"

"You take it back to the dormitory and write about your current feelings."

"Do you want to write this too?"

I was looking at Brother Hao Fan’s phone. I was lazy today, so I directly grabbed Brother Namjoon’s windbreaker. The trousers were still Brother Taehyung’s wide-leg pants. On my feet were my own sneakers, with nondescript...

And I don’t understand why the company asks us to write essays, every time after participating in an event or after shooting, we will mention why a member writes a little text...

"Write it! Namjoon wants to write too!"

Namjoon, who was used to being asked to write about his feelings from time to time, nodded unsurprisingly.

"Hey..."

"By the way, give me snacks!"

"Hey..."

I looked at the bag in Namjoon's hand, and the unpacked potato chips.

"Do you want this too?"

"Of course, you'll eat it all, and you'll be a pig tomorrow! You know?"

Brother Haofan snatched the potato chips from Brother Namjoon’s arms, and started to eat them by himself. In the quiet night, the sound of clicking was very loud. I smacked my lips silently, and stared silently at Brother Haofan who was approaching Fang Shihe’s PD belly.

"Even if you look at it that way, I won't give it to you."

Brother Hao Fan patted my head, then turned to look at Brother Namjoon.

"Get in the car and take you back home."

"Hey..."