3 year later
Bts Weirdos
Hobi: Holy shit our comback was so goo
Kook: I stil believe were even idols!!!! Let alone in a group together sksksksks
Jiminie: YAY!!! I cant believe it, this is amazing
Jin: Guys im just as happy as you but hurry up, were meant to be going to our new dorm in a min and ur still flapping about in your comback clothes
Kook: Sry Hyung
Jiminie: We'll hurry up
Hobi: Do you ever just wonder where Yoongi is these days
TaeTae: Lets hope he's happy, Kook said he said he'd be back sooo
Joon: He'll be back, i bet he's watching us on that stage, getting ready to surpise us
Jin: Ofc he is, now cmon and get ur asses in this van before i kick u where the sun dont shine
Hobi: Sry Hyung, coming Hyung
Jiminie: Sry, we'll be quick
Joon: Aish kids
Yoongi was indeed watched them on the stage, he was standing on the street watching them through a random store window, he was incredibly proud of them all, they'd come so far, from their debut stage to now, in a span of only 3 years, Jiminlooked happy, he had a healthy body, Hobi was dancing his heart out, Joon was rapping like his life depended on it, and they were singing amazingly, they all look so happy, if only he could be like them, happy and loving life.
Yoongi sighed, if only he was doing that well. He hadn't been able to see BamBam for a while, he was currently on an European tour with the rest of him band, Got7. He had met and become really good friends with the rest of the band, they were all amazing and kind people, he was esspecially close to Yugyeom, after BamBam obvously. Therefore he was quite lonely these days, he was still an underground rapper, he was gaining alot of popularity on Instagram and twitter, having about 2.8 mil followers on each. And places where he rapped on a regualar basis, was always packed when it got out he'd be rapping their, people straining their ears to hear from far away So infact he was doing really quite well, but that didn't mean he was happy, but he got through it, he always did, he could get through anything, he knew he could, he got through 14 years of living in a hell hole, lived on the streets for years, he could get through anything, he was stronger than he'd ever been.
He had bought a run down apartment in the backstreets of Seoul, a couple of mohts prior of Got7 leaving, so atleast he had a place to live, it wasn't much, a small kitchen, living room combo, a seperate bathroom and bedroom and a suprisingly beautiful veiw off the balcony. It wasn't much but it was home, it was better than being in Busan with an abusive father or moving back to his birht place, Dague where his father could find him, it was better than that and that was all that matter to him.
His old friends had looked so happy up there, so much happier than before when he was with them, he knew photoshop exsisted but he knew those smiles were real, that they were happy, they didn't need him, he knew that now, well he always knew it deep down , he just didn't want to admit it, he lied to himself constantly, but he had decided he wouldn't lie to himself anymore, never, even if he didn't want t face the truth he would, lies are for the weak, they cant handle the truth, and he wasn't weak, he would never be weak, so he wouldn't lie to himslef, he'd face the truth no matter what.
Yoongi made his way to where he was going to rap that night, as usual he barely registered the cheers and yells, however he did register the beat filling his veins, like the music was apart of him, the music began to pick up, his breath filling the area through the speakers, his mind was on the rap, the music, letting his deep voice, deepened by the cigaretts, flow with the music, he began with an almost uncertain word, gaining confidences as he went on, emotions pouring into the rap continuously, sadness, anger, jelousy, uncertainty, it all contribuated in some way or another, finishing with a bang, he walked confidently off the stage, holding his head high, leaving the place immediately, well after collecting the money he'd earned obviously, he hated staying too long after he's done.
He made his way to the local bar, workers used to his appearence and getting his usual drink prepared, placing it infront of him, not spilling a drop.
(A/n Okay but how do people I'm the bar do this like????) Yoongi chugged the drink, pulling his phone out, glancing at his tattooed hands. He had many tattoos now, but they all had a meaning, some had deeper meaning than others, some had obvious meanings. He didn't get them for the hell of it, he wanted them to remind him of things, he wanted them to have meanings, not some stupid thing that has no meaning, it was like music, he didn't like music that had no meaning, deep or not, he wanted it to have a meaning, he didn't like pointless lyrics. Having the tattoos didn't hurt, neither did neither did the multiple pericings he had got, he was numb now, like emotions, feelings had just left him, well except for when he performed, thats where he released the emotions he didn't realise he had, he didn't feel anything anymore.
He felt someone tap his shoulder. He didn't bother turning around before repling in his usual dry tone
"If my father has done something i dont give a shit" He replied emotionless.
"I'm the owner of Big Hit Ent" The man continued, ignoring his reply while handing him a buisness card. Yoongi took it confused, turing in over in his tattooed hands, his many rings occasionly catching on the edges.
"I saw you rapping, that was really something.....how do you feel about becoming an Idol?"
