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Min Yoongi. The name he was given. His identity for the rest of his life. Hearing your name so many times over makes it seem so casual and not like your identity, who you literally are in this world until you die and long after, if you’re remembered.
He’s not sure when typical adolescent thoughts that everyone else his age had turned to harsh critiques on absolutely everything he did. How he looked, how he talked, how every single person he encounters in a day perceived him.
It’s kind of sad to think about when his carefree life transitioned to one dulled by dark self hatred.
But you life doesn’t stop moving just because you’re sad, and anxious. You grow up, dream new dreams, and make new friends.
High school led him to his one true love, music. What was finally the key to happiness and a purpose, or so he hoped it was. More than anything it was an escape, it was a way to live when he didn’t really want to most of the time.
And like always time moves on, and he makes probably the best choice of his entire life.
He joins a boy group (definitely not what he envisioned himself doing as a career) but it makes him the happiest he’s felt in a long, long time.
He’s met six other guys that he actually feels safe and comfortable with. They make him feel like he belongs, like he has a purpose and god is it such a rush.
BTS is home no matter what happens. How much time passes. Min Yoongi has a purpose his name means something to himself. And he’s not scared of the burden that time used to place on his shoulders.
He welcomes it.