BTS SMERALDO THE NOTES 1 (Edited & Translated)

Jungkook: 12 June Year 19

Everything Started from Here
Part 7

"Is the world tough for you, too?" I asked Yoongi, still shouting over the noise of the drill.

As expected, Yoongi's puzzled look told me he didn't hear me.

I screamed again. "Do you want to give up on this world, too?"

He murmured something back this time, but I couldn't make out what he'd said.

I shook my head and Yoongi yelled again.

Hoseok and taehyung looked at our mime, bursting out into laughter. We couldn't hear them laughing, but seeing their expressions was enough to assume.

The next minute, we were all looking out onto the sea and shouting our dreams. Hoseok covered his ears with both hands and opened his mouth wide. He seemed to be competing with the drilling sound, but we all still couldn't hear each other.

Each of us cried out our story, knowing it wouldn't reach anyone's ears. I was standing behind Yoongi and Seokjin at first and walked past them up to where the waves licked the shore.

All of my senses came alive. The other's voices blended in with the rush of noise the waves offered, the salty breeze winding around my fingers.

Before I knew it, I was screaming out to the sea too. Amidst the thundering drilling sound, I couldn't even hear what I was saying myself.

Then, the drilling abruptly stopped. The entire world became silent as if The noise had been cut away clean with a knife. Just like that

But our cries were not in perfect order.
Taehyung coughed hard as if he'd swallowed the wrong way while trying to close his mouth in a hurry.
Someone's voice made an absurdly high note.

The last word heard was, "..., please!" by Seokjin.

Instantly we all closed our mouths. For a fleeting second, no one moved. Then, we burst into laughter together. We held our sides and pointed at one another, canning ourselves.

"Let's take a photo here," Seokjin suggested.

We all stood in a row, with the sea behind us. Seokjin set the timer and sprinted to us before the timer went off.

Click!

This day in the sweltering heat of early summer became imprinted in our memories in this photo.

The way back was shorter than when we'd made our way to the rock. Just when we thought we were halfway, the deserted parasol appeared. Soon, we could spot the train station.

"Can I keep the photo?" I asked Seokjin.

Seokjin took the Polaroid out of his bag and wrote 'June 12' on the back.

"The dream you yelled out, it will come true," he said, handing me the photo.

I looked up at him
"Do you know what I said?"

Seokjin just tapped me on my shoulder. He didn't say anything and strode ahead.

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