01 ¦ AN INTERN & NO SIGNAL

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ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴍʏ sᴜɴ, ᴏɴᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏɴʟʏ ɪɴ ᴛʜɪs ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ

ɪ ʙʟᴏᴏᴍ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ, ʙᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴛʜɪʀsᴛʏ

- Run, BTS -

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THIRD PERSON's POV

"Kim Namjoon! Kim Seokjin! Min Yoongi! Jung Hoseok! Park Jimin! Kim Taehyung! Jeon Jungkook!"

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"Kim Namjoon! Kim Seokjin! Min Yoongi! Jung Hoseok! Park Jimin! Kim Taehyung! Jeon Jungkook!"

"BTS!"

it was packed as usual.

The vast concert halls were filled with the fan chant with every corners while excitement rose with each passing second. Rows of waves were bathed with twinkling lights that decorated the space. It was a universe built by seven boys, shared among themselves and their fandom of youth. A contrast of the world of which they seek

A single step into the auditorium, a whole sense of healing would overcome you, away from everything else that society deemed. Imagine how it'd feel once the awaited boys hit the stage. Heck, you could even hear their squeals of anticipation from the dressing room.

But little did everyone else knew, this was going to be BTS' last concert before disbanding.

They say even the calmest sea had its storm, whether it was ephemeral or everlasting. Throughout their years together, they all went through their own hardships, some even worse than the others. A tussle, big or small, against themselves that tore off a shadow who spoke ever so silently of the truth. A chunk that became so faint as it faded behind the smiles and laughter shared. 

Kim Namjoon, the leader who demanded authority.

Kim Seokjin, the oldest brother who seek only for himself.

Min Yoongi, the music genius who lost his inspiration.

Jung Hoseok, the sunshine who faked his smiles.

Park Jimin, the shadow.

Kim Taehyung, the serotonin who ruined himself.

and Jeon Jungkook, the golden maknae who lived in a lie.

BTS, a sweet start and a bitter fake end

It was all black and white. Scenes portrayed on the outside were a mere oxymoron, a paradox of contradictions that's deemed to be hidden and concealed upon the big screen, away from anyone's eyes.

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