I sing with the boys in the garage, the loud music hit my ears and I laugh with them, holding a screwdriver in my hand..everyone around here came from his own town, maybe a broken childhood or past trauma.. Yet the small garage in busan was always full of life..

The summer breeze was hitting hard, everyone were shirtless, Namjoon, Yoongi, Taehyung and I, I was wearing a black jeans and nothing on my tanned, muscular torso, .. All together, sweating, laughing, and getting tanned sometimes, sunglasses on my nose and a thin necklace around my thick neck, two black bracelets around my thick wrists.. I rise my sunglasses, seeing a black car coming over.. A guy coming out.. A city boy.. Great..