"1 week. 1 week and these shits are over"
Jimin said as he wrote his answers on the book
"Why didn't you just do that last night?" Yoongi ask taking out his one earphone in his ears
"I got drunk." Jimin says simply and kept his book
The sky was mixed with orange and blue colors, the cold breeze made the two shiver, the quietness in the alley made them calm, the chirping of each bird they pass by rung in their ears
It was amazingly peaceful.
"Plans for summer?" Jimin ask looking at the road where cars barely pass at.
"Parents are taking me to daegu with my grandfather. And you?" He answered
"Wow, you actually agreed to your parents. Well I don't know maybe find someone to play with again?" Jimin chuckles bitterly
"Its my grandfather, as if I have a choice. Also don't make your new target kill herself okay?" Yoongi joke and chuckle
They both entered the school. There weren't much people because they were one hour early
"Whatever." Jimin rolled his eyes and walk away
"And where are you going asshole?" Yoongi shouts luckily only the guard heard it
"hell, see you" jimin laughs and ran off to who knows where
Yoongi shook his head and started to walk to the private studio
It was his studio that the school gave him.
He drop his bag on the chair and took out his black notebook putting on the headphones
And so, he starts rapping
"The Last by Agust D"
On the other side of the famous idol rapper
Stands my weak self, it’s a bit dangerous
Depression, OCD
They keep coming back again from time to time
Hell no perhaps that might be my true self
Damn huh feeling estranged in reality
The conflict with ideal, my head hurts
Around the age of 18, I developed social anxiety
Right, that was when my mind was gradually polluted
At times I’m scared of myself too
Thanks to the depression that takes over me
And all my self hatred
Min Yoongi is dead already (I killed him)
Comparing my dead passion with others
It’s now a part of my daily life
On the first visit to psychiatric ward
My parents came up with me
We listened to the consultation together
My parents said they don’t truly understand me
I don’t understand myself well either
Then who would understand?
Friends? Or you? Nobody knows me well
The doctor asks me if I've (censored)
I answered without any hesitation that I have
Habitual saying uh
I don’t give a shit I don’t give a fuck
All those words uh
Those words are said to hide my weak self
Those days I wish I could erase
Right, that performance day
Which I don’t remember very well
The day I confronted myself
When I hid inside the bathroom
Because I was scared of people
