Here I go again, Yoongi's apartment. I keep on coming here on his holiday. Well, you can say that I'm much way freer than him. Of course! While I do my work, I only need to sit down, face the laptop's screen and start to write some story or translating something. Yeah, I'm oh-so-diligent writer and translator. While him? He's much way busier than me. Well...you can say that he's one of those famous underground rappers with his friends.

Yeah...that lazy bunny like person who really love to lay down in every inch of place you visit is now still don’t open the door, yet. I guess he's really tired of his tight underground schedule that won’t ever enough for a day.

To: Gi Min Yoon
June 21st, 07:08 AM
MIN YOON GI. R u still on your bed? Shld i just break down ur door 'till the other can see what r u doin' everyday?? 
Get ur lazy- from that bed up.

A minute, two minutes, threeㅡ ten minutes. I think, he really didn’t move an inch from his oh-so-lovely bed. I try to hold on, inhale and exhale before I break down his door for the second time.

Repeatedly, pushing his bell like hell who's that crazy girl who'd break down someone's apartment. Well if that happen, I can easily say, "Hi, I'm his cousin. Nice to meet you, I'm here to meet him this afternoon but he didn’t allow me to come. Sorry for all of those noisiness." The truth is I'm not his cousin yet his sister. Gonna tell you later who am I. Lol nah. It simply, I'm his ultimate best friend who  almost always come on Sunday.

To: Gi Min Yoon
June 21st, 07:20 AM
MIN YOON ING GI.

To: Gi Min Yoon
June 21st, 07:21 AM
MIN

To: Gi Min Yoon
June 21st, 07:22 AM
YOON

To: Gi Min Yoon
June 21st, 07:23 AM
GI

I'm about to type down other word to him before some words suddenly slide up from the button. Showing a new message from the chatroom.

From: Gi Min Yoon
June 21st, 07:23AM
930309

His passcode. Push the digits down on the panel and i punch the 'enter' button or you can say it's the 'please open the door' button. The door opens, revealing the oh-so-neat apartment room.

Yeah, his apartment. An underground rapper's apartment. Well...once you enter it you're gonna find those things in every inch. Start with those unwashed clothes, some cups of ramen, everything.

These things I usually do on Sunday, for more specific, do on Sunday, on Yoongi's apartment. Yeah, a girl who also the one who cleans up the mess he made. How nice am I for being his best friend since we were on the kindergarten.

Want to know the our first met story? Well...it’s as simple as duck.

That time I was just strolling around the backyard of my old kindergarten when I saw a boy laying under the cup house. I thought he was playing hide and seek so I didn’t move an inch toward him. But like ham I can read the situation, there's no one around. He was all alone like a lazy bun who didn’t want to have a friend. With the moon power, I walked toward him and knock the cup house. Guess what? He was sleeping there. With his mouth mumbling some words, a fast speaking method. Or maybe, he was not sleeping.

"Hey. What are you doing?" My tiny mouth asked him first. "Hey. Are you also from this place?" It was my curiosity that pushed me into an oh-so-cute friendship with him.

"I'm doing rap like my brother. My name is Yoongi." He answered, with his name as the bonus. His smile was like sugar. It was sweet and somehow cute. His eyes made a half-round line like both of his eyes were smiling as sweet as his smile. "Yoongi means shine. So later, I'm gonna shining like the brightest diamond." What a childish imagination, isn't it?

"Whoaaa!!! Your name have a great greatㅡ greattt meaning!!! My name is Jiae. J I A E." I told him my name and that was our first met thingy.

Yeah, he was right. He's now shining like diamond. The lightings are all on him while he’s mumbling some words to make some sentences. He's strolling around the stage like there's no tomorrow. With the name Suga. "Ya Jiae-ya. Why your brother must have some kind ofㅡ that kind of rap technique I never understand? Can't he teach me as well??" A loud voice from one room near the bathroom woke me up from my daydream. "Ya Jiae-ya, is that you right? Ya." He keeps shouting from there like it has some distances between the bedroom and the center-room.

"Shut up Yoongi. I'm here trying to make some foods cause I know both of us are hungry." I start to open his refrigerator to search something we can eat. Yeah, I found some kimchi(s), eggs, and some banana milk.

A simple fried egg-kimchi is done in one second. The second thing i do is, take two cups of banana milk and deliver it to his room.

A bang caused by my feet make him jumped a bit from his bed. Squishing his eyes and back to his first position. Laying down with handphone laying on his stomach. "Want to eat or nah?" I ask him while munching my food. He doesn’t answer any words, just rolling around like a child on the grass-field. "Min ing Yoon to the Gi. Hear me or nah?"

He did hear me. But didn’t answer me. Just rolling closer to me who sit in the bed's outskirt. He just open up his mouth like a baby who wants some food. I put the plate on the table next to the bed and chop the food with fork. Give the fork to him andㅡ my body is flying toward his side. Neck on his bicep, the one with fork hand in his side. His free take the fork and eat the food. "What are youㅡ" but he pretends like he's sleeping with his biceps almost like hugging my neck. "ㅡdoing?"

"What perfume did you wear? Why it's almost always smell good." He's mumbling some words, but loud enough for me to heard it. "Are you take over from your brother about you fashion style?" He asks, once again. But with his eyes closed. Like he's mumbling some words on his sleep.

Maybe he did it with some magic sparkles. He did make me sleepy on his arm. But wait, he's not even myㅡ "Just be mine already Jiae-ya."