Short story collection

[Yoongi/Hyundai] Dear My Friend 3

[⚠️Warning Caution⚠️]

This content is written in homage to Suga's second mixtape, "Dear My Friend" and several characters.

Contains scenes of profanity and drug addiction.
(Those who are uncomfortable, please cut off your hands in advance)

We are expecting a 10-part series. Most of the content is already complete.


*All stories come from the author's head.
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©️ Earthquake in my head (2022))

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Dear My Friend 3


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Yoon-ki and I were originally friends from our hometown. We were close friends who made music together and often cried out, "Let's change this shitty world together," and "Let's change the absurdity of the world and my miserable life." After we turned twenty, we would often have a drink and share each other's ambitions.

But my ambition was misguided.

After Yoon-gi passed the audition and came up to Seoul,
I followed him and came up to Seoul to make some money.

But whether it was music or anything else, I was just chasing money.I had lost my initial resolve and was crawling at the bottom.


How on earth do people make money...?


I am not a normal person who works hard and earns money steadily.big Oriental medicineI was caught up in the false belief that I had to do it.

I was chasing after older brothers I met by chance at a drinking party.
In the end, I ended up touching something I shouldn't have touched.


The first time I saw people on drugs, I felt sick.

A strange smell, and people with open eyes
Like the dead jellyfish corpses washed up on the beach
It was lying on the floor.


People who pay a lot of money to get medicine...


Those people somehow managed to make money, such as by borrowing money as much as they could, and then sold drugs.

Is this really that good...?



After coming up to Seoul,

I lived a difficult life, tottering around without a single place to rest comfortably.I was curious if it would really work, so I decided to try the medicine.

that Next time, I want to forget reality, once, twice...


And then, at some point, I too was rolling around among them like one of the corpses.


Then, I was suddenly dragged away for the first time by the police who suddenly appeared.


I didn't know anything about being a lawyer or anything and I had no one to help me.
Eventually, I had to contact my parents, with whom I had not been in contact for a while.

My parents, who came from the countryside and had no ties to Seoul, ended up contacting Yun-gi.

Yoongi came running right away.

He visited me in prison every week until I finished my trial and served my sentence.


"Hey, Emma! Well, a person can fall once... Cheer up!"


It turned out to be untrue later,
He got there by public transportation.

I thought the company would always give me a ride in a car or something since I debuted...I just thought he was a pretty and lucky guy...

You were still diligently pursuing what you felt you had to do, regardless of the odds. I was completely unaware of this. Perhaps I was simply turning a blind eye.
 
If you think about it, you probably couldn't tell anyone what good there was to going to prison...
It must not have been easy to get there since it was so far away...

You came every week.


Even though you guys were so dedicated,

I was leaving the prison on that cold day after serving my full sentence.
I still couldn't come to my senses even after eating the warm tofu you brought.

I was working like a dog, doing manual labor and earning money, but I thought it was impossible.I chased after my brothers again.

Because life is a mess

Even the texts and calls you sent asking how you were doing despite your busy schedule
I couldn't even reply.

If you run around chasing your brothers and get money, you can do drugs
I was living a life that was a real mess.