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This article is fiction. It has nothing to do with reality.
Min Yoongi dropped his cigarette to the floor and stomped on it to extinguish the flame, and I was able to breathe much more comfortably.
โBut why is the damban bleeding?โ
โItโs just that Iโm bleeding because Iโm empty.โ
โWhat does that matter?โ
When I made a face that said I didn't understand, Yoongi snickered.
Touch your neck area.
โYou may not understand.โ
โWell, Iโll try to understand.โ
โI would appreciate it if you could do that.โ
โBut smoking is bad for your health.โ
I come up next to Yoongi and say.
โSo, I hope you donโt spread it.โ
โThen Iโll try not to avoid it.โ
โNo, I didnโt force you...โ
Let me speak as if I were sorry,
โIโm doing it because I want to. So, donโt you feel bad?โ
I looked at Min Yoongi and smiled.
"okay!"
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As I was talking with Min Yoongi, it was lunchtime.
Min Yoongi and I headed to the cafeteria to eat lunch.
When I reached the first floor, I met Kim Seok-jin.
โWhat, why are you two here together?โ
โOh, I met you on the rooftop.โ
โFor something like that, it doesnโt smell like cigarettes?โ
โBecause Yena told me to turn it off.โ
Kim Seok-jin looked at me as if he was watching me closely, then looked at Yoon-gi again.
โSo, you two want to have lunch?โ
โWell, he said he doesnโt have anyone to eat with.โ
โOkay.โ
Seokjin hit Yoongi's shoulder a couple of times and left.
โAre you two not on good terms?โ
I nodded and said to Yoongi's question.
โA lot.โ
โNow that I think about it, we both have the same surname, Kim...โ
I nodded again, and Yoongi scratched his head awkwardly.
โWell, it doesnโt matter if he hates you unilaterally.โ
โOkay. Letโs go get something to eat.โ
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Min Yoongi and I ate ice cream after dinner
I took them one by one and went back up to the rooftop.
Min Yoongi habitually tried to smoke a cigarette
He looked at me and said, "Oh no," and put the cigarette back in.
Looking at that luster, I thought deeply and then cracked open a lollipop.
โHere. Eat this.โ
After saying thank you, Yoon-ki bit into a lollipop instead of a cigarette.
At that moment, the rooftop door opened and Kim Namjoon came in.
He was on the phone
โYes, Father.โ
The person I was talking to was Yena and my father.
I hid behind the desk with Min Yoongi in tow and listened to his conversation in silence.
โYes, it failed.โ
I listened quietly and it seemed like I could hear it little by little.
โWhy did that fail!โ
"sorry."
โSomehow I have to get Kim Ye-naโฆโ
"All right."
Kim Namjoon dropped his cell phone to the floor and stepped on it.
The cell phone was shattered into pieces.
And then he leisurely left the rooftop.
I ran to where my phone was shattered into pieces.
I tried to turn on my phone, but it seemed like the motherboard was dead.
I tried tapping on my phone, but the screen shards just tore at my hand.
โYena! Put your phone down.โ
Min Yoongi grabbed my wrist and made me drop my phone.
โLet go of this! I need to hear what you said...!โ
โI told you to listen on purpose.โ
โWh...what?โ
When I looked at him, he spoke with an expression that looked like he was about to cry.
โKim Namjoon and I made eye contact.
And then he dropped his phone and stepped on it.โ
Min Yoongi lowered his head and I said.
โBecause I want to live.โ
Min Yoongi raised his head at my words.
โI wanted to live, so I tried to listen.โ
I said, crushing the broken shards of my phone again.
โAnd at this point, I think Iโm done with acting.โ
Min Yoongi and I stood up and looked at the opposite side where we were standing and said
There, I could see a smiling Kim Namjoon.