¢нє¢кιиg σff υитιℓ ι мαкє ιт // male 8th member of BTS //

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тнιѕ вooĸ нaѕ ѕlowly worĸed ιтѕ way ғroм вeιng proғeѕѕιonal тo - welcoмe тo тнe aυтнor вeιng a мeмe and ι'м ĸιnda oĸ wιтн ιт вυт тoтally noт . wнoopѕ - ι мean, looĸ! an angle!
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'With your light touches, I forget the reality' - BTS 'butterfly'
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I sat down at the wooden desk in our expensive studio. Even though their was a bunch of space, I was still sat upon Yoongi lap like the young child I was. "well, we're here"
He brushed the dyed blond hair out of my eyes. "Where's here?"
"Where we won't have to starve anymore. Those desperate times. You know, you remember. Where we would become frustrated in interviews and think that we weren't doing enough." I looked up at him and he looked down at me with lustful eyes. "What now?"
Concerned washed over his face. "What now? What do you mean, 'what now'?"
"What do we do when we're done? Will our friendship diminish? Where will I go? Where will we go? Will we all change? Will we still persuade music?"
"Those my friend" he gave me a big hug. "Those are what are songs are about. I will try to be with you for all my life, but your going to be on your own one day. Your only going to be with you."
"On m-my own?"
"Exactly"
"No one with me?"
"No one"
"Not even you all?"
"Nope. Well all be gone"
"B-b-But!" I started to bawl. "I don't want y-y-you-ah! I don't want you all to leaveeeeee!"
"What I'm saying is" he gives me a small smile as he whipped away one of my tears.

"That your going to find out yourself"

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Thank you all for reading this story and sadly, it has come to an end. This was an honor and exciting experience to write. I thank you all for being here with me and, 'hey! You great, you! Keep going!' I purple you - Ingo