A lifestyle fit for any kind of bum that couch surfed between parents, a lazy one, with chips piled high, and grades far below average, his life was just a shell of what he aspired to be. He had no drive, though, and often found himself in a rut. Constantly starting, but never finishing. Always saying he's going to be the best, but falling short in every aspect. Art, sports, math, reading, languages. All of it was a tug-of-war that he constantly lost, until he stumbled upon a scene in his father's home during the summer. He'd heard of rap, heard many songs, but music never interested him - no. He thought it was '' this, and '' that, 'I don't give a ' kind of that wound them up in jail, an unsavory life ... Until he found the compositions. Listening to just the bass line, the harmonies, following the tracks and getting a spark he'd never felt. Rapping came afterwards. Rapping was the plateau that he had to step up on, and damn, was he good at it. He'd signed on in Seoul after extensive music theory classes, going from dawn till dusk, practicing, writing, the words in his head easily becoming lyrics that would flow from his mouth with the hints of sin on his tongue. Everything else melted away, but he knew to continue, he had to feel that drive everywhere. It's astounding how dreams make the soul stronger, grades skyrocketing, creativity flowing. He still lacked in sports, but at least he got off his to participate in soccer, or basketball. At the age of 18, he was finally in, debuting, being referred to as a 'Genius', when really, it was just the dreamer inside of him that had finally woken up. Glossed up, decked out, Suga reigns in a leather chair and lyrical compositions, going through with trainees to create that composition of - not their talent - but their life. How the hell can someone be a trainee if they have no drive? He may seem like an , but his heart is in the right place. determination