My heart wasn’t aching for the fact that we had to go on our separate ways; it was screaming agony to the fact that I was hurting Yoongi in the process of finding my own peace. Could it be called love? I didn’t even know anything about love anymore. Scratch that; I had probably stopped relying on my own understanding of most of the abstract things I knew. People say, the more you grow, the less people you would trust. They forgot to  mention that you would eventually stop trusting your

This is how you found Suga of BTS. Or more like, how he found himself.