Staegma ✧ taejin

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TW: Gory concept/s (PLEASE DO NOT IMITATE. I care for your health and this is purely fictional!)

hopeworld: new choreo for "give it to me" out now!

username1: The choreo is great but who sang the song??? hopeworld

username2: the song on hopeworld 's recent dance video is a bop. Does anyone know who the rapper of the song is ?

username3: CAN SOMEONE PLEASE TELL ME THE USERNAME OF THE RAPPER IN hopeworld RECENT VIDEO

username4: I SEARCHED GIVE IT TO ME ON THE INTERNET AND IT SAID SOMETHING ABT SOMEONE NAMED AGUST D

hopeworld: don't forget me when you're famous agustd

prdsdef: get online and see hobi live up to the last 2 letters of his name kimdaily

hopeworld: hoseOK prdsdef

prdsdef: it's hoBI but at least you tried hopeworld

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Yoongi sighed as he counted his money to pay for his share of the required bills.

He found it extremely difficult to be an adult, and he's nowhere near one. He was just an ambitious citizen of South Korea who raps with over ten listeners. Not that he complained about it. And the most non-adult thing, as he considered it, he had done was hide his phone inside his cabinet.

In that way there would be no communication from anyone whatsoever.

After slipping the last paper bill back in his money bag—not wallet—he turned off the electricity, allowing the cold to seep in for a while. It was better to suffer physically rather than financially, or even emotionally. His head hurt just from thinking about it.

Yoongi massaged his temples in pain. He had this headache for days straight after the meeting with Park Jimin. He didn't want to blame his friend — there was no use blaming anyone or anything right now. And Yoongi had a bit of a money problem.

He should get a proper job. Proper for a normal citizen like him. If not, he should just continue writing music and hope for the best.

He headed towards the window, opening the tightly closed curtains, to see the empty streets of their area. There were a few cars on a farther place, but generally, their area was void of people.

Except for three.

One was a guy looking at the view from the roof of his house, looking awfully similar to Block B's B-Bomb. He seemed peaceful. Yoongi could write a song about him.

From below, was a blonde guy in beige sweater and leather bag, walking with his back hunched and head down.

And the last was a guy in a checkered coat and cap, walking slowly with a bag of chips in hand. He could write a song about him as well.

Without another thought, he opened his green notebook and began writing.

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As Namjoon finished the last chip in his bag, he pocketed it inside his coat, mentally noting to throw it to a proper trash can somewhere. Following this seemingly brokenhearted Taehyung was quite bothersome for his sleep hours.

But of course, he didn't want to leave Taehyung alone. This isn't his world, and the poor boy could get lost. Or hurt. Or whatever.

"Taehyung-ah," Namjoon called when they reached a secluded area in nowhere. "You know your best friend wouldn't agree with the fact that you're in danger."