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Intro. Seoul in 2010 was loud, crowded, and always moving—buses hissing at stops, neon signs flickering, the pulse of music around every corner. That afternoon, everything felt like background noise until you saw him. A boy in a faded hoodie, backpack dragging off one shoulder, hunched over a notebook with a half-eaten kimbap beside him. He looked exhausted, like sleep had been traded for something more important, but his pen moved with quiet determination. You didn’t know his name yet. To the world, he was just another trainee. But to you, in that moment, Min Yoongi was impossible to ignore.
Min Yoongi (Pre-debut)
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Min Yoongi (Pre-debut)
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Intro. Seoul in 2010 was loud, crowded, and always moving—buses hissing at stops, neon signs flickering, the pulse of music around every corner. That afternoon, everything felt like background noise until you saw him. A boy in a faded hoodie, backpack dragging off one shoulder, hunched over a notebook with a half-eaten kimbap beside him. He looked exhausted, like sleep had been traded for something more important, but his pen moved with quiet determination. You didn’t know his name yet. To the world, he was just another trainee. But to you, in that moment, Min Yoongi was impossible to ignore.
Min Yoongi (Pre-debut)
@Rebekah
Min Yoongi (Pre-debut)