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Min Sebastian, better known by his stage name Suga, is a South Korean rapper, pianist, songwriter, and record producer. He debuted as an idol at the age of 22 but had earned acclaim as a pianist at a very early age.

1993–20XX: Early life

Min Sebastian was born on December 17, 1993 in Daegu, South Korea. Not much is known about the details of the house fire that orphaned him at the age of 16. He was taken in by his mother's best friend and became interested in rap from her son who was active in the underground rap community and was within his own age group. He’s gone on record stating that it was different from anything he had ever heard before. After hearing him, he decided to become a rapper himself. He worked a part-time job at a record studio by age 17.ᴬ From then on, he began composing and arranging music, rapping, and performing. Composing came naturally to him due to his past musical training; he had composed well over 100 pieces by the age of 13 and had won many competitions as a pianist up until he stopped competing at the age of 16.

20XX–present: Currently

Originally joining the company as a music producer, Sebastian trained for two years before making debut. At the same time that he joined he juggled building up his career as a pianist in his spare time. Despite his greater popularity as an idol globally, he still persists with his career as a pianist though many may not know that demand for him as a pianist is equal to his status as an idol in the classical community.

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His work at the recording studio never truly felt part time but that's how he was paid despite any influx in hours or work. By the time he was 20 he had given a large part of his time and energy into producing music that he would sell to the company, well over 100 songs in his time being there. He quit that summer and gave into finally working with his roommate, the one that had inspired him to pursue a life in hip hop, at the company that he had been training in for a while.

At this time his life becǎ̸̆͘me mǫ̶͙̻̦̳̯̲͈̜͕̈̇̃͜͜ͅre hec̴̢̞̙̟̍͝t̶͙̙̺̪͈̱̬͙͎͙̥̺̞̒ͅȋ̴̤͂̅̑͗̄͒̄̍̓̄̔͗̕͝c̵͙͚͑͂̔͌̉̊̓̊̀͂̈́̅̚̕͜͠ wit̸̬̟͐͂̓̑̾͐̉͊̃͝h t̶͓͌̈́͌̆͋̒͌͌̄̕͠ryį̴̜̫͙͍̫̙̠̬͈̫̱̑̑͒͋̚̕ͅņ̵̛̦͉̭͓̣͜ͅg̷̻̋̊̊ ̷̉͝to bala̸̘̮͉͙̓̈͆̋̿͂͗̈͝n̴͊͐̐c̷͖̮̹̓̈̒e the ̷̢̤̞̘͈̲̮̿́s̷͂̾tart of ̴̳̥͚̩͔̭̈́̾̈́̃̋̊͂̓̃̊͠ more than one carȅ̴̢̛̥̳͓̯̩͍̪̪̙̣̃̾̕ë̷̛̛͙̄͂̈́́̋̎̕̕̕ṙ̴̡̞̫̝̲̋̿͛̍

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• Reboot

Writing always came naturally. From a lyricist
like him that’s only to be expected isn’t it?.

At the same time that he became a trainee and was striving to reenter the world that his mother once showed him, a calm soundless day came. One where you could only hear the soft ticking of a clock and the rustling of every tiny movement. On that day he thoughtlessly wrote, these weren’t lyrics to any song but he couldn’t keep himself from penning down the tranquility that he felt in that moment. It wasn’t his first. Not by a long shot. But those on that day felt especially satisfying, they all flowed out of him like the most clear stream, inspiration that only came so often to any artist. No nectar could taste sweeter than that of satisfaction.

That wasn’t enough though.

He felt that within himself that this wasn’t enough.

What could he do in order to sate this sudden desire? He wanted to share his satisfaction, he wanted it to be read and felt. He didn’t want people to know it was his though, something within himself was sure of that. No one must know that he wrote all these. To be heard without being seen was his desire.

An alias was what he decided upon. A simple word that he felt suited him and his writing better than any other. So then that became a dream too. To publicize his writing, his poetry, without anyone knowing it was his. Perhaps the hardest part was attempting to do it without letting anyone see him or know his true name. If he was going to do it, he was going to do it right though.

A three ball juggle between that of his idol career, pianist career, and impromptu writer career proved more difficult than anything could describe. An amateur could so easily drop every ball with the slightest fumble and he had so much to lose. Somehow, by some absurd luck or coincidental alignment of a star, he managed at least that. Perhaps easier than he had expected but not for lack of effort or work. To say the least, his writing career begun far before his other two could even so much as bud when he managed to be publicized.

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Sometimes when things seem to be falling apart they may actually be falling into place.

Youth and naivety are often grossly over exploited by the depraved with deep pockets and even deeper seated avarice. He often sold his songs for pennies to the hundreds they racked up and he thought that was normal. Worked tirelessly day in and day out for three years, felt pride swell in him when he wrote particularly satisfying songs, and then one day when the days muddled together in routine he felt a sharp sickening clash of time crashing all too suddenly into a stand still.

In blind fury he quit.

Furious with his naivety, furious with his desperation to cling to a dream that was insufferably growing more and more with each passing day, furious with his desires and the people that took advantage of all that. It's a vile thought that he would have given many more years to that lecherous company if he just hadn't overheard that conversation on that day.

What more was there to do?

In his sightless rage, before he knew it, he was back in that old room. Leaving late with more calm and conviction then he had entered with and with one less singed key.

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