You were born in the center of Rome, just like the star on the top of the Christmas tree. Your glory, wealth, fame and wealth are just passing clouds, and everything is meaningless.
So, you chose a seed yourself.
There is nothing special about this seed, except that it is slightly whiter than the others. It feels round but a little smaller, obviously due to malnutrition.
You looked at him with some curiosity, planning to raise it and see what flowers it would bloom.
This cultivation lasted nine years.
Nine years
You are his family, friend, brother, psychiatrist, and you have played all the male roles for his ten and twenty generations.
You understand that he needs sunshine, rain and dew, unconditional understanding, controlled discipline and exclusive and unchanging love.
You will hold him when he is down, kiss him when he cries, punish him when he makes a mistake, and catch him when he falls.
You spent nine years together, so when the tenth year was coming, you chose to leave.
You helped him quit pain, smoking, drinking, and finally you helped him quit yourself.
He was crying hard, and you finally taught him the last lesson - everyone leaves, and he can't avoid it.
So, don't trust anyone, just accept it and move forward.
I'll look at you.
The protagonist is of mixed American and Korean descent, and is the manager of bts. The ending is undecided, and there is no guarantee that it will be he.
Intention: The boy will eventually become the king