The Story Of Yoongi - 789 Words

Yoongi groaned as a popup box, which had popped up at least twice in the last hour, once again politely asked if Yoongi was ready to upload his files. He sighed and closed his eyes, allowing himself to sink further into his desk chair, muttering something along the lines of just fucking do it already. Sure, his files were ready, they’d been ready for a few weeks now (aside from minor tweaks), but was he ready? Was Yoongi, or anyone for that matter, ever really ready to upload pieces of their life’s story to the internet, where upon which it could be viewed (or in this case, heard) and critiqued by potentially billions? Yes, this had been in the making for a while (four years to be exact, Yoongi was counting). But was he sure, was he†¦show more content†¦Besides, the fans were waiting. The fans- A.R.M.Y. -, how would they receive it? Would they shower him with praises? Sympathize with him? Slander him? (Probably not, but when in the embrace of overwhelming anxie ty, one considers all outcomes, regardless of probability.) After all, he talks about some pretty serious stuff. Stuff people don’t really talk about; especially in Korea (he loved his home, but everywhere had its faults). So, that was one reason, and pretty good one at that, to just abandon the whole thing and move on. But, come on, who gives to shits about social norms? (Answer: Everybody. At least on a subconscious level, just a little bit. Don’t try arguing.) On the other hand, though, there are other people, some of them fans, experiencing the same thoughts and feelings he himself was consumed by not so long ago (maybe not exactly, but still), and they needed to know it was okay. Maybe not normal, but okay. And, of course, there was A.R.M.Y., they should know. Well, maybe they shouldn’t, but Yoongi was going to tell them, because he’d been working on this for too goddamn long to just drop it (and, of course, he was in a generally, though not always, much better mental state). Yoongi’s phone sounded and the popup returned. This time though, instead of hovering over the ‘YES’ button for a few seconds before hurriedly clicking ‘NO’ (or sometimes closing the window all together), he paused and picked up his phone. He had a