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Saturday, 10:28pm

Who ever you may be, a reader, researcher, a friend, or even my own self- Hello. If you don't already know, my name is Yoongi, Min Yoongi. Currently, I'm debating if I should be writing about this or not, but if I'm being honest, the more these events linger inside of my mind, I'm sure the quicker I'm going to turn mentally crazy. But firstly, before I start writing and looking back at these last couple of sinful days, I'd have to give you a brief explanation on what has happened before. You could say, a short backstory about us.

Jung Hoseok, Park Jimin, Kim Seokjin, Kim Taehyung, Jeon Jungkook, and Kim Namjoon were the closest of friends I've ever had, maybe even the only friends I've had. They were almost like family. Actually- let me restate. They were family.

All seven of us had what every average person would want in their social life. Huge hang out sessions, loud and enjoyable parties which where the whole neighborhood was invited and under-aged drinking was involved, studying our already overworked asses off in high-school, and even sharing a decent sized dorm in university, even though some of us didn't go to the same university- or never even went in the first place. However, we still lived together, and I swear- I don't regret any second of it.

All I'm trying to get at is that we were perfect. The most cohesive group of all time. Well, at least that's what I thought at the moment.

However, like most things in this chaotic of a world, things changed. Of course they would change, most things do anyway. This though, this was not what I was expecting at all.

I didn't expect it to go so deep- so dark, this quickly in my life. I admit, I was expecting it to change in about ten some years from now, but now.. It was too quick. We were too young for this. He was too young for this.

Now, let's start from the very beginning, shall we? The day where I introduced myself to the group– well, most of the group that is. I don't quite remember each specific detail of the encounter, probably because of the huge year gap between now and then (about fourteen years ago). Though it is slightly blurry for me, I'll try my best to explain it as specifically I can.

It was the beginning of year five, or fourth grade as some of you say, and I was the new kid. I don't have much of an epic or angsty reason on why I've transferred from my own school to this one. My family just thought it would be a smart decision to move because of some funding issues we were surely going to fix; spoiler alert, we did later on.

Anyways, as cliché as it sounds, I was scared. Scared of the new environment I've entered. Scared of the new joyful people I've encountered. Scared of making myself look like a fool. Just terrified.

I remembered that it was lunch period when it all began. A time where most of the students were the loudest they could ever be, sitting with their friends and maybe even gossiping about literally anything there was to gossip about. As I was beginning to eat my lunch, which I'm more than a hundred percent sure that my mom made, two boys who've I think I've seen before in my class, start walking towards me.

I remember being nervous about the boys who seem to be getting closer and closer to me. I know what you're thinking, 'Min Yoongi having even the slightest anxiety? That can't be!' That's right, I'm not the same who I once was. I was once the shy type. The type to only open up to the people who seem to deserve my trust.

Although I don't remember their exact facial features from many years back, I do recall the important parts of the conversation they've made with me.

One of them spoke first, greeting themselves- it was obvious that he was the more outgoing one out of the two because of his bright smile that was compared to the other's. But not long, the other classmate- which was way less enthusiastic as the other, did too.

"What's up, sandwich boy," I specifically remember him saying entertainingly. Emphasizing that I in fact, was eating a sandwich that day and not a cup of ramen my present self would usually now go for. The other boy who seemed like he was forced into coming over to me, raised his hand and signaled a small wave at me. I waved back at him and to the other right after.

We talked for a bit, smiled, maybe even laughed. The brighter one almost even getting carried away with the conversation until the shyer one poked him in the side. It seemed like the talkative boy then remembered what he was originally going to say. He turned around and pointed to three other boys who were sitting at another table, which all of them waved at me- almost in sync. Of course, I waved back nicely and the shyer one surprisingly spoke up after that. He asked me if I'd like to join their small group. They even told me that I looked like I'd perfectly fit in to the rest of them.

My younger self didn't know how to act. Obviously, it would be nice to have friends in my new school life. Maybe even have friends overall. But then again, I've always been the type to be lonesome. Always an only child, always sitting alone, always being alone, but maybe this time it would be different. I agreed to join; theorizing that hopefully this year of my life would be a change. And I'm happy that my young, stupid self picked the decision. It was probably the biggest and best-est chance I've ever taken since now.

Before you know it, I was dragged into the table with the rest of the boys. Everything was happening so fast, I don't even know what was going on. Quickly, each member introduced themselves to me, one by one. The enthusiastic boy who greeted me first was named Jung Hoseok while his shy companion who came along was Park Jimin. Then another boy named Jeon Jungkook greeted me, he seemed the youngest out of them all, and I sort of envied that from him. Even though we were very young to begin with. A charismatic one by the name of Kim Seokjin later joined the introducing. And finally, the last person at the table, Kim Taehyung, who seemed like a very laid back and easy guy.

Now, you may be thinking, 'aren't you missing someone?' You're completely right; Kim Namjoon. Namjoon entered and joined the group last actually, we all first met him in grade six, or seventh grade for the weird ones; two years right after I joined. But his story is for another time.

Anyways, that's how us, the family, met. Though there are many factors I haven't told you about during our lives, I'm sure I'll bring them up later in this mess of a journal I'm writing.

For now, I'm ending this log here. I'll begin to explain the real reason why I'm making this in the next one. So, goodnight whoever you may be. Hopefully I survive tomorrow.

~Min Yoongi, 25