BTS' ADDICTION

Ch.1 Daily Myung

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Ch.1
Setting: 2019

      Jang Myung is a quiet twenty year old, who is rather short. He was bullied in school for this reason, along with finishing college at the age of eighteen, being left-handed, and his visual looks. At a whopping 5'6 1/2 and being about 110 lbs, he was easy to be picked on. This led to his depression and anorexia. He was told he was "the ugliest creature on earth" exessivly in school and it didn't help that he was alone in the world and lived in the same apartment building as his predators.
      Music is the only thing that keeps him alive, mentally and physically. He is always found listening to or composing music or playing it on a piano. His stage name is Park Taejoon because it includes members of BTS' name's. At the last minute, he chose it while listening to BTS, so that explains it. He earns $13 an hour from his piano concerts. He is seriously musically gifted, but not recongnised that much. Possibly because of that fact that he is scared to show his face, as he always wears a black medical mask when he plays.
       On the way to his concert at a cinema in Seoul, he forgets his jacket because of his rushing. Even though he lives three blocks away from the event, he managed to lose track of time while listening to BTS and reading a book on Fredric Chopin, one of his #1 inspirations. He instantaneously puts on his suit and grabes his black metical mask and speeds down the apartment building. As he starts runing through the commonly crowded streets, he acidentally bumps into a brown haired male who seemed to be about three inches taller than him and knocks over his wallet and keys from his hand. Conveniently enough, all ten keys came off the ring. (Sarcasm)
      "Hey! Watch it!" The person raises his voice and scolds annoyed.
      "So s-sorry!" Myung replies while rapidly bowing to the irritated man.
Then, he dropped to the ground to pick up the man's things. Once he was done picking up the dropped objects to return, he looked into the strangers eyes. They locked eyes and Myung bowed and apologized, to him and his associates. As quickly as Myung apologized, he was running once more.
       "Yoongi-hyung! Did you see how panicked he looked? You were so mean!" Jimin stated as Yoongi rolled his eyes.
      "Whatever, brat. Could you guys hurry up, I don't want to be late. It's my birthday and we are going to be late to the only thing I have been lookjng forward to, besides sleeping, for the whole month!" Yoongi complains.
Yoongi secretly felt bad, though he wouldn't want to break his rude exterior in public.
       "That kid was so beautiful. His eyes were breathtaking, yet broken." Yoongi thought.
      "Yoongi isn't wrong, we will be late if you three don't hurry up. The pianist is going to play Motzart, and it is said that "Motzart makes babies smarter" so maybe that can help you three." Namjoon burns.
     "Oooooooooohhhhhh!!!!!!" The hyung line eggs on Namjoon as the maknaes are shushed.
     Myung is now a block away from the concert hall. Good thing was that he didn't run into anyone else so far. As he entered and signed in at the cinema, his anxious feeling came as they always did before he put himself out into the world, during his job. He entered the bathroom for male performers, and looked at himself in the mirror.
      "You ugly ass piece of shit. How loathsome can you get? How the fuck did you stumble in here? Every other performer in the world is one thousand times better than you! The though that you really think that you could ever be a respectable musician is nauseating." Myung mumbles to himself as he unconsciously scrapes open his recent, self-inflicted injuries on his right arm (Guess you could call them cutting-edge HAHAHA ok ill stop).
He shakes his head and his soft jet black hair moves along. After that, he starts to clean his arms. Little does he know, another man has entered and he is staring wide-eyed at his arms. Seokjin stares while having a horrible flash back to when Yoongi had these problems.
      "It's that boy, who ran into Yoongi on the street. Jimin was right he is broken." Jin assumes and assumes correctly.
Myung notices Jin's presence and locks eyes for a second, gasps, and scurries past Jin.
      "Wow, he looks so divine! His eyes are that of an angel!" Jin concludes.
Myung rushes to his waiting area so he could pull his thoughts together.
       "Did I freaking run into Min Yoongi from the greatest group on the planet? Was he with the other members? Why don't I pay attention to notice things? Did they come to MY PERSONAL PERFORMANCE?!?!?!!? Did Kim Seokjin see my cuts? Is he discusted? Do they hate me? Don't kid yourself they don't know you! They probably acidentally came in. Why was Jin in the performer bathroom?" Myung rambles in his head.
Myung shoves his hands into the pockets of his black blazer. Feeling something in there, he pull out his darkly colored mask. As he was putting it on, a stage person came over and told him that there were 5 minutes until he were to start. Myung thence took off his mask. The performance was to last two hours with an intermission in the middle and interview at the end.
He stupidly goes into the halls and wanders for a minute and goes into what he believes is an empty balcony overviewing the stage. Little does he know, his favourite band's members are currently resided here.
      "Yoongi-hyung, you said this guy was really good right?" Hoseok asks
      "That's right. Park Taejoon is the greatest pianist of the age. You can tell he is very passionate and talented." Yoongi replies as everyone else smiles.

End of Ch.1
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