Synopsis
Park Jimin was a 17-year-old young man without many ambitions... his forced change of city by his parents, turned him into a rebellious boy, being led into a world of false joy, drinking, parties...
Amidst the psychological confusion, Jimin...
Jimin scribbles in his notebook what he has written and writes again...
"I'm in love with Suga Hyung"
Jimin then scribbles on the paper again and finally tears out the page...
Although it was liberating to write it down...But it wasn't enough...
So Jimin takes a deep breath and starts again...
"29/04/2015
Hi, my name is Jimin and I'm 17 years old..."
JM - Um... I guess that's how you write in a diary...
"I don't usually write, but lately I need to tell someone how I feel... it's screaming in my chest and I need to get it out...
I think I'm in love, I've known him for so long... and now that I'm feeling it, my heart races and my body trembles when I look at him...
But... I'll start from the beginning...
I live in Busan, but ever since I was a child, during the summer vacations, I've come to Seoul to visit my grandparents with my parents and younger brother...
During this time I met a group of boys who were always playing outside my grandmother's house... Jin, Nam, Hobi, Tae, little Jungkook... and him... Suga... his name was Yoongi, but nobody calls him that anymore, only I call him Yoongi sometimes... but to everyone else it was just Suga... like sugar...
Suga was picky, moody and always annoyed me when we were kids, but he was a nice, kind boy... he always made sure everyone was okay... and that was enough for us to be friends...
Over the years I grew up and stopped coming to my grandparents' house... I became a teenager and wanted to spend the summer with my friends from school... so I didn't come for a few years... so many years that I'd forgotten how good it was to be with them...
Then something bad happened... My grandfather passed away, so my parents decided that we should move to take care of my grandmother for a while...
I was so angry... I felt bad about having to leave my friends and my life in Busan so suddenly. So as soon as I arrived in Seoul I bought the hair dye that I thought would change my mood and dyed my hair orange! At the time it was an impulse choice, but I don't regret it... I really liked it and it made me feel better about the change...
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After we'd been here a while, I still hadn't gotten used to the environment, so my mother was always asking me for favors to make me move around...
One day my mother asked me to go to the market to buy some noodles and it was on that day that I met Hobi again and it was amazing that he recognized me immediately even though my hair was dyed..."
