Min Yoongi | D

Min Yoongi is a genius. He's a wonderful producer who knows how to create masterpieces of the universe that heal people's souls. He's also a member of BTS. And a rapper. A brilliant rapper.

He's currently working on a new solo album. He's practically never home, although everything is kept in perfect order there, since I was also his roommate. Yoongi and I have been friends since high school, when he found out that rap and hip-hop music had collaborators. That's how Yoongi told me all his secrets. Our connection was on the verge of a peaceful one, because over so many years of friendship, we learned to listen to each other through music. We were connected by music. Although Yoongi has long considered me the center, he confidently and coldly-sarcastically jokes about it, although inside he is healing. Now he's been sitting in the studio for three days and hasn't come out. I collected some money and went to his studio. While walking down the hallway, I heard Yoongi hitting the keyboard and cursing loudly. I went up and knocked quietly. - Yoongi... it's me, open the door.