Good morning, my.

5. My one and only

Namjoon promised to help Min Yoongi and quickly left. He knew that there was nothing he could do since they were under government control.
Min Yoongi had his share of insecurities and precariousness, but he was also rational. He was the team's brain, and everyone knew his intellect was unmatched.
Everyone was shocked by Min Yoongi's emotional behavior towards Jeong Yeon-soo.

That's why,
I could understand Kim Namjoon, I could understand Jeong Yeonsu.
But emotionally, I couldn't understand it.

If you leave like that. If you protect me like that.
How on earth can you protect yourself?
A guide can survive without a sentinel, but a sentinel cannot survive without the guide's power.
They may not know the pain, but they react sensitively to even the smallest things, and their pain is several times greater than that of others. No matter how accustomed to being hurt, without guidance, their short lives would end only in painful death. For them, there was no such thing as a comfortable death.

I shed tears for you so easily. It seems so insignificant to see you so helpless and foolish.
He could find her. It wasn't something he couldn't figure out with his mind. But on the other hand, Min Yoongi was afraid of the gaze she would give him if he went to see her. He was afraid that Yeonsoo would dislike him. He was even more worried about the damage he would suffer. To leave his settled place, to escape the government's gaze, was to take a huge risk. And there was nothing Min Yoongi could do for her, who had left to protect that one person.
Min Yoongi, a guide everyone needs and a man with excellent fighting skills, was once called an emotionless machine. He holds onto his heart for just one love and sheds large tears.

In a battle where everyone was young, the ending was that even Min Yoongi's meticulous strategy would lead to their annihilation.
In the war with other people with superpowers who were forced to participate, he appeared like a comet and saved Min Yoongi and his teammates who were almost killed by the enemy's abilities.

The sparks flew.

He, who belonged nowhere, was a flower and a flame to us. He was hope. He was salvation and eternity.

It was an old memory that flashed before my eyes like a revolving lantern in tears.
When will you come back my love?





I fought with my life on the line. That's how I survived.
It may be a past trauma that cannot be called a memory.
Too much time has passed to comfort those young children.






Busan branch. Everyone returned and took a breather. It was a mission that might seem easy to some.
Is it true that all life is a comedy when seen from afar, and a tragedy when seen up close?
It was a tragedy. There were still many people who were sick. The war wasn't over, and many people died.

"I'm the type of person who naturally loses guiding skills more slowly than others, so please take care of you and the others first."

Looking at Jimin approaching, he shook his head as if to indicate that he didn't need to come. Jimin nodded as if he understood, turned around, and went back to another patient.
It was innate. It didn't die easily. It survived, rebelling against the Sentinels' fate.

The Busan branch, operating under Jimin's command, was flawless. Occasionally, buildings might collapse during battles, but this place was unscathed.

I guess there must be someone with psychokinesis.
When the incident occurred at Gimhae International Airport a few years ago, Min Yoongi said that there was no one there, but was there a new manifestation?

Anyway, I would be grateful if even one more person could help. With the change in government, the government was so focused on protecting Seoul that it neglected to care for the provinces.

The sun sank into the water, and night swallowed up the sky.
We sat down and ate normally. Park Jimin was in front of us. Maybe because he was in front of us, no one else came around.


"Are people afraid of you?"

"Yeah... I think so."


Jimin shrugged. He stuffed the warm, stir-fried pork into his mouth. Suddenly, he remembered how he didn't eat properly. He'd once dragged him by the collar to a restaurant for failing to eat properly. He'd even fought with Min Yoongi about it.


'I told you to eat!'

'Oh, you can just eat whatever you want!'


It was clear how much of a headache Namjoon must have been having watching these two bickering.
There was Min Yoongi, who always won when we fought, and who would put food in his mouth while grumbling.
Min Yoongi, who was so proud of himself, hid his favorite tteokbokki from me even though it was served. I remember his face turning bright red when I told him that later because I teased him so much.


"That's right, our Jimin. He's fast and kind, so why are people afraid of him?"

"No one would think that way except you, senior."


He chuckled strangely in the middle of a crowded restaurant.






After three months of this same routine, Min Yoongi packed his bags.
The first month was spent believing they would return. The second month was spent gathering information. The third month was spent strategizing.
Min Yoongi was that kind of person.
I will do the best I can.
Whether it's a mountain village or a seaside village, I will find it no matter what.
Even if he hates me, I will follow in his footsteps.

Enemy attacks on the capital were frequent. This was true not only in Seoul but also in various other key locations, including Busan and Incheon.
Gangwon's mountains were burned, Jeolla-do's farmland was charred, and train stations were bombed. The only safe place was Busan, home to the infamous Park Ji-min. I met him when I went to provide assistance in the terrorist attack at Gimhae International Airport.

Busan was the most likely location. That's what I believed. It was the farthest reachable via the current highway, the last to be noticed by the incompetent government, which insisted the problem would be solved by simply protecting Seoul. And yet, because it was a major city, information was readily available.

And there before him was the blue sea he loved.

Min Yoongi's intuition had a pretty high accuracy rate.
Let's leave. This gray city. Let's get away from this place where the rain has been falling for so long.

When we meet again, shall we run away to Gapado?
In spring, I'll see rapeseed flowers and green barley. In summer, I'll play along the beach. In fall, I'll take photos amidst the pink muhly grass. In winter, I'll eat your favorite sweet potatoes and tangerines, and just like that, I'll spend the four seasons.

Why were we given this power? Would we have been better off if we had met each other as nothing? Could we have loved you without the fear of death?


how is it,

how is it?

When I find you, won't you hold my hand?










You came rushing in like an irresistible wave and disappeared ashenly.