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 Reste belle chérie.

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Author note- i'm asking you not to swear to anyone in fiction.

Yoongi was lying all alone in his room.

There was a great deal of unpleasure and quite a lot of anger in him that took his breath away and stole his breath away from his lungs. He rubbed his face with his hand. He was at a deadlock end and it gave him a headache, drank the antibiotic at the tip of his head one more time, not counting how many.

He had thought of every way to make his wish come true. He turned right in thought, turned left. He couldn't make it. From the age of fifteen he had waited for his twenty-fifth and With a newly updated law, all his plans were ruined.

'The newly regulated law for addicts' he corrected himself.

He straightened up, staring into his pale room, illuminated only by moonlight. In a large place, there was a closet directly opposite and a bathroom to the left.

'I wish,' he said to himself. 'If it were as clear as that room my mind would be.' But there was nothing he could do, he couldn't get out of it if he didn't think, he couldn't sleep from headaches if he thought.

He could hear her mother walking around in her kitchen. He was probably sorting the dishes left over from the night in the dishwasher, humming one of her favorite songs to himself.

throwing himself back again, he fell hard on the bed. He had to find something, but the rule was clear;

Anyone who was not married was not to be drafted into the military. The reason is that a person who knows the family bond well also has a good bond with the military.

'What nonsense,' he said grumpily. His eyes were wandering on the newly painted milky-white ceiling. 'Why should I commit myself to someone?'

However, only a second later, he patted his face hard with his hands. He wanted to become a soldier, to get into the military station. He could only forgive himself if he could do something for the country. He hated what he had gone through in the past, he was disgusted with himself and disgusted with his body.

He started using drugs at the age of fifteen, and his body was addicted to drugs until he was twenty-one. However, he had been sober for two years, freeing himself from all the poison of drugs by clearing himself from drugs for the goal he set for himself when he was younger.

He was only grateful to himself for that.He wrapped his left hand around himself and touched the elbow of his right arm thoughtfully. Although the needle marks had passed, the pain was still there. The redness in his eyes was gone, the whites of his eyes were now visible. Within two years, he had gained weight, was able to smile and talk as before.

He laughed the most with the paper he received when he applied to the military.

He had been accepted, but he had to be married and go to the town where he would be appointed. If he did not accept, he thought that he would return to the old days, to his miserable life, with the fear that swept inside him.

His nervous breakdowns at night, go crazy for find drugs, to keep an eye on his family's money , his hatred of the sun, and her no longer being himself. The times when he lost all his friends and family, when his bones were too weak to count, those times when he even hated water. He thought of them all.

He could never come back. He couldn't go back to the dark years in that sick room, where he was struggling in bed for a dose of drugs with his hands and arms tied, going crazy and trying to attack and kill anyone who came his way.

With instant decision, he got up and went downstairs, entered the kitchen with the squeaks left by his feet on the luxurious parquet. He was wearing shabby and grayish clothes, his mother, on the other hand, was humming her melody while cleaning as she expected.

"Mother," he said quietly, so as not to be startled. "Shall we talk?""Baby, what happened?" He sat down, pulling the chair out of the corner of the table, and pulling it out of his mother's hand, he put it in the other chair. "Are you hungry?"

"No, I made a decision about my incoming application papers." With his deep breath his shoulders had moved. "I want to get married."

"Oh, all right..." His mother smiled and kissed his cheek. "Is there anyone you want?"

"It can be whoever you want, okay? But I have a few conditions." Pulling the jug on the table, he poured the water into the glass next to him and drank it in a few sips. "Let's be quiet. A man. I don't want a woman."

He trembled with hatred, remembering that he had started taking drugs at the insistence of his lover, who was fifteen years old. "It's definitely not going to be a woman. He might just be someone who can move away from his family. Only on paper if possible." The moment he felt that her mother would refuse, he kept silent and raised her hand and rubbed her hair on her mother's shoulder. She was the only woman he loved and was grateful for.

The only person even was. Even his father did not look at his face at that time, his mother took care of him for the sake of whitening his hair. "Don't object, all I want from now on is to be a soldier and lead a comfortable life in that town."

he talked to her and stroked her hair until he felt that his mother was convinced.

"Well, I have someone in mind. Mr. Park's son, Jimin. He's only twenty-two, I saw him picture recently. He's so cute and tiny." Even though he wanted to roll his eyes, he continued to listen to his mother without disrespect. "I think his parents are stuck on money, they will be relieved if the burden of his young son goes over them. And it's not just that, the boy is very beautiful, very respectful. Your aunt visited it when she went to Busan. She said she loved him like a son, you know, that naughty woman who doesn't even like her own children."

His mother, laughing, pushed the jug forward in front of them and continued. "Honestly, his parents didn't show very nice behavior towards their children either. Jimin will be good to you," and he straightened up. "Now go to sleep, I'll talk to his family in the morning. This is gonna be good for all of us."

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Yoongi threw the package containing his camouflage on the back seat and examined his paper. His mother called the family of the boy, whom she called Jimin, and they talked. The fact that everything was settled, nothing went wrong, made him laugh deeply.

He took a deep breath of peace, looking at the confirmation paper. In a few days, the man he was going to marry would come, and they would leave as soon as they got married. His home was a distant town from now on.

He would have been assigned to a military station as a contract commander and become a commander after a final seal of approval. Now he would go to that town, first handing over the paper, then flying to his home by plane. He was going to take care of the approval work there, arrange his house, go back to Seoul and make the wedding where he had an appointment with the man he was going to marry and go with him for a long time.

A very long time, into a future he doesn't know.

"On ne voit bien qu'avec le coeur. L'essentiel est invisible pour les yeux."
- Antoine de Saint-Exupery -