#Agust d spoilers

[sailoryooons]

Some more views from last night I will never recover 🥺 I took like no photos cause I was 👁️👁️ locked in so bad

[sev-ille]

"With the two of us, the world is nothing scary."

[weakherodiaries]

Weak Hero: Ep 258 Reaction

SPOILERS ALERT

"The memories I can't even remember, let's bring them all out one by one. The best choice. Next, is the second-best choice. Then, the third-best choice. Things I didn't want to happen. Things outta my control...." -"AMYGDALA," -Agust D.

So the harrowing tale of Baekjin (Donald)'s traumatizing past continues. His teachers and peers abused him because of his poverty and because of their envy and greed. He kept getting the best grades even though they bullied him for not being able to purchase the uniform, for looking shabby and dirty. They even kicked him out from the classroom during a classmate's birthday celebration to mop the floor and take out the trash, to massage his homeroom teacher's foot, and to get beaten up.

The homeroom teacher wrote bad reports about Baekjin's behavior to his scholarship provider. Then he gave Baekjin leftover foods like it was something Baekjin should be grateful for, and the poor kid ate it alone hungrily.

Last but not least, a rich kid (his class representative)'s mom came to school and little Baekjin was summoned in front of her and the teachers, being accused for dishonesty in the exam. When in fact the mother was the one who bribed the homeroom teacher with an expensive watch to ensure that her son got the questions in advance and got the best grades.

How dare they. These incompetent adults.

But the saddest thing to me is the reason why eventually Baekjin will get his tattoos and turn into gang life and crimes: he saw his stepdad getting beaten up by a tattooed thug.

So the current fearsome Baekjin is the person he created out of the desire to be someone whom his scary stepdad is scared of. And in doing so, he is feared by everyone else instead.

[borahaerhy]

AHH THAT LAST ONE WOULD'VE LITERALLY KILLED ME

Hi, i saw min yoongi and min yoongi saw me 🥺🥺

(This is only some)

[fushiglow]

i saw this fa and immediately thought of over the threshold!! tsumiki would totally be so loved by the audience on produce ahahah (and ofc by her family ❤️) if tsumiki was in this story, what would that look like? :D

i also wanted to ask about the audience’s reaction to satoru dedicating a song to suguru at his concert!!! as someone who is in kpop fandoms (which is also why this fic is so dear to me, the parallels with the challenges and pressures they face;;) i can just imagine all the takes fans would immediately have about the whole thing AHAHA also makes me go aww that suguru couldn’t fully enjoy the performance but sksjddj i loved the angst sm

i also have sm questions about satoru’s past but that’s spoilers LOL and i love learning alongside suguru about the layers satoru has… there’s so much to unpack i’m so excited to see how both stsg’s pasts unfold…!! including megumi and gojo’s past AAAAA their bond in every universe is really everything to meeeee and gojo being a support for the next generation criiiies *plays snooze by agust d* AND CHOSO AND GETO? what went onnnnnnnnn i also did not get the sugar-ooh until geto did and it was such a fun revelation my jaw literally DROPPED LOOOOL

i find the way you write stsg so so fascinating too how they bring out different sides to each other like when satoru speaks quieter and sincerely and suguru (and us readers) is hit with realizing again and again that there’s so much he doesn’t know and hasn’t figured out yet about satoru which makes this even more compelling [big heart] ah i love this fic so much and i’m so happy to have found your writing (i will never ever ever ever get over rivers crossed mountains scaled omg) and am veryyyyy much looking forward to what comes next for them!!!

also so sorry this was long and a mix of questions and comments skdkdk for future reference do u prefer these via tumblr or ao3?

OHHHH I love you so much for dropping this in my inbox 😭

So, Tsumiki is definitely present in the Threshold universe! Gojo didn't mention her by name when he was telling Megumi's story, but when he said Megumi didn't want the Zen'in fortune because he's "stubborn as hell", he was talking about Tsumiki.

It's a parallel to canon basically. The Zen'in — obsessed with bloodlines as they are — seriously underestimated the strength of the Fushiguro siblings' bond when they refused to factor Tsumiki into their discussions with Megumi. Hence, he followed Gojo into music rather than rely on their dirty money. That's why the Zen'in blame Gojo, even though it's really just because Megumi's a spiteful little so-and-so! 😏

Because of the parallels with canon, Megumi would try to keep Tsumiki away from the toxicity of the music industry as much as possible — hence why she wasn't at the album launch. However, I like to think that her career is adjacent to Megumi's in some capacity! As much as I love writing about the Fushiguro siblings' relationship with Gojo, the inclusion of that story served more to give Suguru a look into the real Gojo Satoru, so she's unlikely to feature in this fic. I think continuing their story would require a sequel — which I'm not even gonna think about until Threshold is finished... I'm not, I'm not thinking about it!

As for Gojo's dedication at the concert, he spoke in Japanese so Suguru would understand him, so most of the audience wouldn't have known what he was saying immediately. However, I'm sure the online reactions once the videos were translated and passed around were very interesting! Having said that, it's hard to communicate the nuances of the Japanese language in an English language fic. To most English speakers, "this was the first song I played for them" seems like a deliberate omission of gender, but that's not the case in Japanese. So, I imagined Gojo using his native tongue very responsibly in that moment, sticking to language that sounds purely professional — but that wouldn't stop fans from speculating 👀

I'm not planning to explore Gojo's past in *too* much detail because it's mostly his present and his future that are relevant to the story. Meanwhile, it's Suguru with the big fat question mark over his past... 🫠 So, if you want to ask questions, go ahead and I will simply avoid sharing spoilers! As for where to ask questions, Tumblr lends itself to longer answers so if you enjoyed this response, probably best to ask here! However, AO3 comments feed my body and soul so feel free to leave those too... It's whatever you prefer really 🥰

Megumi and Gojo's relationship is everything to me tooooo, no one can stop me from shoehorning it into every damn fic I write! So happy you're enjoying SatoSugu's dynamic in this story — and that you enjoyed Rivers Crossed so much! Thank you so so much for all your kind words, and your interest in the fic! I loved answering this soooo much ♥

[jmdbjk]

Mid-year recalibration

It's been a year since Festa Dinner 2022. A LOT HAS HAPPENED SINCE THEN.

And on January 1, 2023, I posted my "predictions" for the year. "Predictions" in quotes because most everything I write is sort of slightly unserious, not to be taken TOO seriously, begs for you to please use your common sense... also I haz a little sarcasm dripping here and there when I express my thoughts. Drip, drip.

So let's see the status of my "predictions":

Solo albums... wellll, I sort of got that right, Jimin's FACE was released before Yoongi's D-Day. We're still waiting for Tae and Jungkook. RM keeps putting off enlistment to work on new music. I'm gonna have to drag him by the ear to training camp... get yer ass in there so you can come back sooner than later!! But we did get to see him for Festa and I'm thankful for that.

New prediction: Jungkook comes through with a chart topper that doesn't involve a collab.

Speaking of Tae, I said he'd do more acting before music and though it's not really acting, he's been in a few reality TV shows: "In the Soop: Friendcation" and "Jinny's Kitchen." There are rumors he was spotted on the set of a K-drama and now possibly he was in Spain for a movie...or was that for an upcoming solo MV? Surely he'll have at least a little bit of music before he enlists? Honestly, I wouldn't mind seeing him actually acting in a drama... we wait.

New prediction: Piano bar listening party for his solo release.

Military enlistment... wow so far I've struck out. Joon is still hanging around. Yoongi has extended his world tour (which I'm happy to say I've been to a concert). And HOBI IS ALREADY ENLISTED....

😭

So 3 strikes I'm out because obviously their enlistment timing is unpredictable. Right now I'm just hoping that by May 2024 (yes almost a year from now) they'll all be in so we can have a New Year group reunion on Dec. 31, 2025. Of course, I hope they go much sooner though it kills me to know we have to watch them enlist again and again.

My other predictions were hit and miss:

Yoongi did cut his hair so I was wrong about that. Also sad. I loved his long hair. And this NBA ambassadorship came outta left field. The D-Day world tour was the bomb he dropped on us, his big project. Oh well, guess there won't be any tangerine soju coming from his non-existent citrus orchards. Ha!

Hobi DID release more music, On the Street, and it WAS a collab with J. Cole. AND he became fashion ambassador for his fave: Louis Vuitton. God I miss him so much. Instagram is so quiet without him. Everything is so quiet without him.

We finally got PJM1 and it has a name now, FACE and Like Crazy has broken records. Jimin as an artist has broken records as we knew he would and he is still making music. And he's travelling the world being a Dior and Tiffany ambassador and snatching everyone's wig, eating everyone alive and just being Jimin. His constant happy smile has been the most meaningful thing to me this year. I'm so thrilled he is happy.

Jungkook... the Bunkoo has stumped me. The Calvin Klein contract is amazing. His spontaneous lives have been wonderful. Cooking for us has been awesome. None of that could have been predicted. He's the sweetest king of spoilers and support for Jimin's stuff. I also did not predict I would love him even more this year. But here we are.

NOT ON THE PREDICTION RADAR WHATSOEVER:

Jimin on a Fast & Furious franchise soundtrack collab. I NEED MORE JIMIN!

Tae and Jennie "soft" revealing their relationship publicly. Like WHAT? But they did that.

Also blonde Tae... I never thought we'd see a blonde Tannie again.

Attending a Suga/Agust D concert and meeting up with Army friends I met on the internet. HIGHLIGHT OF THE YEAR!

[I can't believe I saw Yoongi in real life. This close.]

2023 is already half way over. I have no idea what will happen this second half of 2023. It's a mystery.

As much as I am reveling in having so much to look forward to every day and every week, and as much as I wish this didn't have to happen...I (selfishly) really want them to get enlisted so they can be back together as soon as possible in 2025 (at any point in 2025). The first time I see them together in 2025, I am going to cry with relief. However I am always the first to say BE CAREFUL WHAT YOU WISH FOR so I know I shouldn't even been saying any of that...

Anyway...

I guess at the end of December, I will be looking back and saying "well, who would have thought THAT would happen?" More of "not on the prediction radar." By December, Jin will only have six months left. Time is flying faster than I thought it would when back on June 13, 2022. After that heartbreaking Festa dinner, we were staring down a bleak two and a half years of being Bangtan-less....well that didn't happen did it?

[aricastmblr]

suga weverse live sale jimin  20230427

Suga D-Day UBS Day 2 (lodijoeningles)

army, you slay

yg-Vi a Jimin hoy, vino a ver el concierto. 

yg- Jimin vino a verme al backstage y también volvió conmigo, íbamos en el mismo coche.

jm-Ah, pero estoy sin maquillaje. 

 yg-Está bien. 

 jm- Cierto, ARMY ha visto todo lo que hay para ver.

jm- ¡¡Para ser honesto estuviste increíble!! 

 jm- ¡Escuchar las canciones de hyung en vivo suenan muy bien! 

jm- Así que están Agust D y Suga...

yg- Son tres. Esto podría ser un spoiler, pero hay tres. 

jm- Ah, claro, debería preguntarte más tarde después de que esto termine

yg- Creo que lo que viste es correcto. 

yg- Estaba tocando la tercera cuerda cuando se rompió la cuarta cuerda de la guitarra. 

 jm- Pensé que la habías roto porque vine jajaja. (Al concierto)

yg- Por lo general, no se rompe fácilmente, yo estaba como... necesito tocar pero...

jm-Te veías tan divertido cuando estabas nervioso.

yg- Se suponía que iba a ser acústico pero terminó siendo eléctrico (porque le dieron una guitarra eléctrica cuando se rompió la cuerda de la guitarra). 

jm- Fue muy divertido porque estabas afinando la guitarra y de repente se rompió ajá. 

yg- Jimin, tienes que hacer otro álbum.

yg- Tienes que lanzar otro álbum o dos y luego ir de gira... necesitas más canciones para hacer una hoja de setlist, esta es mi setlist de 7 años jaja 

jm- ¡No se sintió tan largo!

jm- Cuando saliste a hacer Shadow con tu atuendo grité un poco de verdad. 

 yg-Así es...

jm-Cantaste bien. 

 yg- Practiqué mucho

jm-La versión 'Life Goes On' era una versión que conocía antes, así que fue agradable escucharla de nuevo.

yg-Tener otro miembro aquí, en backstage, se sintió como (si) Bangtan (estuviera aquí)

yg-Se sintió familiar venir al lugar ya que hemos venido aquí antes.

jm- Sí, fue un lugar que se sintió familiar.

yg-Viendo el concierto, ¿No quieres presentarte también?

jm- Realmente quiero, por supuesto, porque ha pasado tanto tiempo desde la última vez que lo hice con los miembros.

 yg-Así que hagamos Tony Montana 

jm-Está bien así que me iré *sale del encuadre* lo dijiste tanto que los fanáticos pensaron que lo haremos. (Ah, espera, iré a buscar un poco de agua.)

yg- No pero tienes que hacerlo una vez

jm-Aha bueno, sería un honor hacerlo.

yg- Esta vez, la audiencia ladraba.

yg a jm- ¿Escuchaste eso? Cómo ladraba el público

jm-¿Así como woo woo woo woo? *imita los ladridos*

 yg- Sí, así. No sé por qué empezaron a hacer eso. 

jm- Eso nunca había pasado antes en nuestros conciertos. 

yg- Sí, empezaron a hacer eso el segundo día. Fue divertido. 

yg-  estoy cansado ahora y necesito descansar, adiós a todos~ jimin ríe Diviértete, adiós~ y se despiden.   

[youngke]

friends! just to reiterate that i would love to avoid yoongi tour spoilers for AS LONG AS POSSIBLE so if y’all could please tag posts with something i can mute (d-day tour, agust d tour, yoongi tour, whatever it may be) that would be greatly appreciated <3 THANK YOU!

[magical-glimpse]

I haven’t been surprised like that in a long time 

It’s always spoilers or leaks but the surprise feature was like…… and especially the lyrics/context of the song it was definitely a moment in pop culture 

I’d say the unexpected jaw dropping shock alone makes this the best solo debut of bts

I disagree, this is pretty in line with the western industry, but the song in itself isn't that jaw-dropping to me.I was surprised by the sexiness of it all because usually idols can be a bit muzzled about it by their companies and PR teams, but this is in line with jk's personality, the evolution of his image, and in general bts's career goal of expanding to the west.

In terms of music quality, I find the others' album release have been better.JITB was extremely well constructed and the storytelling was great and very well thought.RM's album had a very interesting expression of RM's musical style, and had both emotional and metaphorical complexity (which seems to be what he strives for).D-Day was a nice conclusion and a proof of growth from the last two Agust D albums, and he visibly worked on his vocal and dance for.I heard the shows were great as well.Set me Free Pt.2 was also surprising to me, because the instrumental layering was powerful.If we were only going by jaw dropping power, i would do

1.JITB ( especially Arson) 2.Set me Free PT.2 3.Seven

They did play on our expectations for the title "Seven" though, i think they did it on purpose.

I am waiting for a full album release to have a full opinion, but this single alone does not make it the best BTS solo debut in my opinion.

[svt-rosalie]

i feel like rosie being the feature on snooze by agust d instead of woosung would be like the perfect feature.

snooze being yoongi's letter of advice and comfort to his juniors while his favourite junior and basically little sister sings the chorus

it’s the fact that i had it in my head that rosie’s usually does all the singing for female vocals in yoongi’s songs 😭😭 like she’s the backup vocals in seesaw, she featured in so far away instead of suran.

and spoiler alert one of the songs in rosie’s album is EIGHT. prod & ft, suga

so like it’s meant to be for rosie to feature in snooze to be honest 🤷🏼‍♀️ i don’t make the rules

[dollfaceksj]

Chapter 8 is goooooooolddddd🔥🔥🔥🔥 so worth waiting for. Yoongi finally confessing his thoughts and feelings is everything, he's fucking adorable. And hot, so hot.

And plotwists in this chapter, Yoongi flipping her over on the desk 😳 Namjoon catching them 😳 Yoongi saying they have plans like this after the party😳😳😳

How is schemin' almost at the end🥲🥲🥲 thank you for writing this❤️‍🔥

I'm usually not into stories like this, but this is written so beautifully, you can't help but want more. And mr. Agust D, I will be a brat for you and you can [REDACTED].

I hope everyone on tumblr reads schemin'!!!!!

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spoiler alert!

im so glad u liked it! yes schemin’ is coming to an end but i have a lot of other things up my sleeve so dont leave just yet <3

thank u so much for the kind words <3333 means so much :(

🩵🍀

[seoul-italybts]

[✎ ITA] Billboard : SUGA dei BTS Torna Come Agust D per Parlare di Solitudine, Umanità ed Accettazione | 07.04.23⠸

Billboard __Intervista__ 07 04 2023

Suga dei BTS Torna Come Agust D per Parlare di Solitudine, Umanità ed Accettazione ___ Twitter

Mancano poche ore al rilascio di “People Pt.2”, il tuo comeback ufficiale nei panni di Agust D prima dell'uscita dell'album D-Day. Hai forse un approccio e disposizione mentale diversi quando fai musica sotto lo pseudonimo Agust D, da solista, o come SUGA dei BTS?

SUGA: Sono tutti progetti musicali ad opera dell'individuo chiamato Min Yoongi. Quindi, no, non ho una qualche disposizione mentale particolare a seconda dei diversi alter-ego — ma possiamo dire che lo scopo di tali progetti è diverso. L'obiettivo di fondo, però, resta quello di far ascoltare la mia musica a più persone possibile. “People Pt.2” è nata tenendo conto delle possibili reazioni di pubblico alla musica di Agust D, ed è per questo che abbiamo chiesto ad IU di partecipare. Rilasciare questo progetto a nome di Agust D è stata un po' una sfida. Sono un po' preoccupato.

Ovviamente, “People Pt.2” (feat. IU) è una continuazione di “People”, dalla tua mixtape D-2. Quale aspetto è stato più importante e prezioso nel continuare questa narrazione insieme ad IU?

SUGA: Credo questa sia una storia che ognuno potrà apprezzare a modo suo: all'inizio, il titolo non era “People Pt.2”. Se devo essere sincero, “People”, contenuta in D-2, è la mia canzone preferita — ed abbiamo lavorato a “People Pt.2” già tre anni fa. Quando ho rilasciato il mio album fotografico [Photo-Folio : Wholly or Whole Me], la BigHit vi ha inserito uno spoiler, pubblicando un assaggio della versione guida [demo] del nuovo singolo.

Ma, ad ogni modo, la traccia era già conclusa quando stavo lavorando a D-2 e, tra me e me, pensavo: “Oh, dovrei rilasciarla, forse è ora di rilasciarla”. Ma poi abbiamo avuto i comeback di “Dynamite” e “Butter”, quindi non ne ho avuto modo.

Il titolo originale era “Sara (사라)”, senza la consonante coreana “M (ㅁ)” — c'è solo una consonante di differenza rispetto a “saram (사람)”, che in coreano significa “People / gente”.

A seconda della consonante che si aggiunge alla fine, 'sara (사라)' può diventare “saram

(사람 )”, 'people / gente' o “sarang (사랑 )”, vale a dire 'amore'. In pratica, sta a chi ascolta scegliere quale consonante aggiungere alla fine di “sara” (사라). Quando ho fatto ascoltare la canzone agli amici, alcuni vi sentivano “sal-ah (살아)” che, in coreano, significa un concetto simile a “vita / esistenza”, quindi ho pensato, “Così non va, non si capisce” e, in conclusione, abbiamo optato per il titolo “People”. Inoltre, qualcuno mi chiama Au-gust D, altrə A-gust D, ma il nome giusto è Agust D. Quindi, sa, la gente interpreta un po' come vuole il mio nome d'arte e, per questo progetto, dovevamo sincronizzare le due identità, SUGA e Agust D. Il brano segue un po' quel connubio. Avevo bisogno di un ponte che collegasse la mia mixtape a quest'album solista. Perché il collegamento funzionasse, ho dovuto rendere questa traccia una canzone molto pop. Il video musicale non è niente di eclatante — e, in tutto ciò, la partecipazione di IU è stata fondamentale. E poi credo che questo sia un genere che mi riesce piuttosto bene, questo tipo di canzoni più pop.

Quindi c'è questo collegamento tra le due canzoni, ma i temi ed il testo sono molto diversi, giusto? “People” è piuttosto introspettiva e parla del giudizio altrui, mentre “People Pt.2” sembra più concentrata sulle relazioni e sulla lotta con la solitudine. Secondo te, quali sono le differenze principali tra le due?

SUGA: In passato — ed è una cosa che ripeto in ogni intervista —, ho sempre pensato che stare insieme, nella società odierna, sia un po' come stare da soli. Parlo sempre della solitudine, quando vengo intervistato ma, sfortunatamente, l'argomento non guadagna sempre la versione finale dell'articolo. E non è una cosa che riguarda solo me, abbiamo tutti questa solitudine interiore che ci accompagna fino alla morte. Per quanto preso da una relazione tu possa essere, per quanto tu possa stare in mezzo alla gente, quanti amici tu possa avere o quanto spesso vedi la tua famiglia, hai sempre quel senso di solitudine dentro.

Tre anni fa, quindi, sono partito dalla parola chiave “solitudine” e direi che non c'è poi tanta differenza: tuttə quantə soffriamo e ci angosciamo. Vale lo stesso per me. Che si tratti dei BTS, di SUGA, di Min Yoongi o di Agust D, anche io mi porto sempre dentro quella solitudine. Magari la gente penserà io non abbia alcuna preoccupazione o non soffra mai, ma sono emozioni che provo anche io. Sto cercando di trovare un modo per sconfiggerle e superarle.

Il messaggio contenuto in quest'album non conclude o spiega nulla per certo, non è un punto netto. Potrebbe sempre ancora esserci una “Parte 3”, in futuro. Per ora, ciò che volevo trasmettere è “Cerchiamo di non odiarci l'un l'altrə. Dobbiamo trovare un punto d'intesa.”

Mi piace — e anche nel trailer del documentario Road to D-Day, c'è una scena in cui dici che hai spesso considerato di abbandonare la musica. Ma quando unisci le forze con il prossimo, senti di poter continuare e divertirti nel farlo. Anche questo fa parte delle tematiche trattate in “People Pt.2”?

SUGA: È un argomento un po' delicato. Io ho iniziato a fare musica e a scrivere canzoni quando avevo 11 o 12 anni. Ho sempre e solo fatto musica, per tutti questi anni, e ora ne ho 30. Non è stato facile scrivere “People Pt.2”, e neppure l'album in generale, ma non c'è nessuno che conosca o capisca appieno cosa significa tutto questo per me, com'è stato. Anche se per più di metà della mia esistenza ho solo sempre lavorato con la musica, quando abbiamo debuttato nella scena K-pop, eravamo in questo strano limbo in cui non venivamo considerati né artisti né idol. Gli artisti con cui sono in confidenza sanno che sono serio, che nutro una passione sincera per la musica e che sono una persona autentica. Il documentario è nato dal desiderio di catturare e mostrare al pubblico questo lato di me ed il processo che vi sta dietro. È nato con l'intento di presentare SUGA in qualità di produttore e cantautore, ma, alla fine, è diventato più un resoconto del processo di creazione dell'album. Ho cercato di includervi quanto più possibile il mio lato più umano e quotidiano, ma visto che sono un idol, un K-idol, molte scene sono state tagliate; di base, c'erano molte più parti relative al mio lato più autentico, alcune davvero ottime, ma non sono state incluse nel prodotto finale.

Quindi sia il documentario che “People Pt.2”, fondamentalmente, sono un modo per mostrare il lato più umano e naturale di Min Yoongi. Volevo semplicemente ribadire che anche io sono una persona normale. Anche io sono umano.

Allora, ne dovrai rilasciare una tua “versione integrale”, prima o poi. Mentre aspettiamo l'uscita di D-Day e del documentario, vorrei congratularmi con te per il rilascio ufficiale a livello globale di D-2 e Agust D, questa settimana. Finalmente la mia canzone preferita, “Agust D” con il sample di “It’s a Man’s Man’s Man’s World”, è disponibile sulle piattaforme streaming. Precedentemente, hai menzionato come J. Cole abbia dato il via libera per l'uso ufficiale di un suo sample per “Born Singer” dei BTS; che cosa puoi dirci rispetto al campionamento della traccia di James Brown?

SUGA: Ho rilasciato Agust D quando ero molto giovane, quindi, quando la riascolto ora, mi rendo veramente conto di quanto fossi ancora immaturo — ascoltando con attenzione, è facile notare quanto il rap sia disordinato, ma, allora, volevo provare un sacco di cose diverse. È tutto decisamente troppo compresso e rapido. Ma avendo scritto tanta altra musica, e molto

più varia, credo la gente solitamente apprezzi maggiormente i brani più recenti, rispetto a

quelli di allora. Credo il pubblico stia iniziando ad avvicinarsi e ad apprezzare quelle tracce solo ora.

Dato che l'artista originale (James Brown) non è più in vita, credo sia stata la sua famiglia a darci l'ok (per il sample). Stesso processo di “Born Sinner” — e non so come sia stato per l'altra parte, ma è filato tutto molto liscio e con molta trasparenza. Personalmente, voglio considerarlo come un riconoscimento della mia arte in quanto musicista – sotto ognuna delle mie identità: SUGA dei BTS, Min Yoongi, il produttore SUGA e Agust D. Però non mi illudo certo che questo significhi che anche il vasto pubblico mi abbia accettato, perché il mio non è un tipo di musica poi così popolare. Ma, ad ogni modo, oserei dire che, quanto meno, le cose stanno iniziando a cambiare e che stiamo ottenendo i primi riconoscimenti in quanto artisti e musicisti.

⠸ ita : © Seoul_ItalyBTS ⠸ 

[weakherodiaries]

Weak Hero: Ep 257 Reaction

SPOILERS ALERT

TW: abuse

The chapter is Baekjin (Donald)'s backstory, which I guess would go on for several more chapters.

My heart hurts. My head hurts. I never thought I would pity you so much, Baekjin. As expected he was an abused kid through and through. Society let him down, school system let him down, the government let him down. His only shelter was his sick mom. Nobody wanted this kid, so he decided to wage a war against the world and made a name for himself, hmm?

I wish Baekjin told someone about this story so that he doesn't self-medicate and doesn't shut himself out. And I hope it's not too late now.

[no-jiminprotested]

Simply beautiful. A heartwarming read. Didn't realise the time while reading this. I'm just on the first chapter but I love every single interaction between every single character already.

CAUTION: There might be spoilers as you read on. I'm just sharing my thoughts on the story but you're free to ignore the rest of my post if you plan on reading the story and don't want anything spoiled. Good day! Happy reading!💗

The moment between Yoongi and Haneul won my heart💗

Also I love the protagonist. She's a wonderful and honest woman. I love how the author showed almost all shades of her in just one chapter. She is portrayed as a human, and not some ethereal character.

The bond between Joon and the protagonist is also cute. I LOVE it how Yoongi actually thought she and Joon were a thing. And I must admit, my heart flipped at the last sentence.

Love & Lullabies | Part 1

Pairing: Min Yoongi x female Reader

Summary: What begins as a simple favor for your best friend Namjoon soon pulls you into the rhythms of Yoongi’s life—afternoons spent caring for his son, late nights filled with candid conversations, and a connection neither of you thought you needed. You’re just fresh out of a long-term relationship with an ex who didn’t want a family with you, so did you really just stumble into a life you’ve always dreamed of? (Thank god Namjoon isn’t the only one who’s clumsy.)

Alternatively: It’s 2025 and BTS is prepping for their comeback. All members seem to have gained muscle weight from their time at camp. But Min Yoongi has gained a different kind of weight—an 8-pound baby and a fuck-load of responsibility. (Thank god you’re there to help him.)

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Smut, idol!au, Acquaintances to Lovers, Reader is Namjoon’s bestie

Warnings: Yoongi is a DILF (!!!) That’s it.

Chapter warnings: A lot of mood and scene setting—just vibe with it, MC is in her sad girl era, hints of depression and anxiety, masturbation, Yoongi is a new dad y’all he is tireddd af

Word count: almost 6k

Posting date: November 12, 2024

Notes: This is inspired by an ask/prompt sent by @yoongznme. Enjoy, my lovelies~ 💕🫶🏼

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Masterlist

Namjoon leans back in his seat, sporting an all-too-familiar, slightly conspiratorial glint in his eyes. Hmm. You know that look. 

It's the same one he had when he "casually" set you up to tutor one of his trainee friends in English—the one you let slip was kinda cute. Or when he signed you up to perform with one of his rapper friends in that underground club in Hongdae. Sure, you knew every word of the chorus to eminem’s Stan, but you were not a fucking singer. 

You still did it, though. Both times. 

Namjoon’s especially notorious for volunteering you to do things he insists are "right up your alley." There’s a fire in his eyes when he starts talking about one of his ideas, and before you know it, you're swept up in his vision, already picturing yourself right there beside him, doing something you’d never consider on your own.

Namjoon has been your best friend since forever and for reasons you can’t explain, saying no to him has always been impossible.

Right. It’s definitely that. It’s definitely not because in those two prior instances mentioned, both friends of his are actually the same guy. The one you had an almost crippling crush on over a decade ago. (You’re sooo over it, though. Trust.)

When Namjoon leaned in, you were already bracing yourself.

“So, you know Yoongi, right?”

You blink, pause, and slowly shake your head. It has taken years, but today is the day you tell him, “No.”

“The fuck? What do you mean no?” He replies, already looking hella amused. “I haven’t even said anything.”

Your face feels like a furnace, but you grit and steady your voice. “Whatever it is, the answer is no.”

He lets out a hum, shifting in his seat, and you get the sense he’s working up to something. 

You sip your coffee, keeping your eyes on him. He gives you an exaggerated shrug, dimples deepening as he lets his shoulder sag. 

God you’re literally already about to break. 

“Fuck. Joon. Spit it out.”

He nods triumphantly, “Ok, there’s something I thought I’d run by you first, before he hears about it.”

The words hang in the air, and you raise an eyebrow. “Joon. What are you getting me into?”

Namjoon chuckles softly as he folds his hands on the table. “So… Yoongi has a son. A baby, actually.” He pauses, watching for your reaction. 

Woah. Someone has fuckboi Min Yoongi all locked down?! Huh. You never saw that coming.

You let that sink in, surprise filling the quiet space between you. “I… didn’t know he had a kid.”

“Not many people do,” Namjoon admits. “Only those close to him know. Yoongi’s a great dad, but his caretaker recently left, and now he’s scrambling to balance his schedule and take care of his son.”

“And his wife?”

Namjoon sighs, gives you a look that means he’s about to say something confidential. “There’s no wife.”

“Baby mama?”

“Out of the picture.”

You let out a small breath, absorbing everything you just heard. You already had an idea of where this is leading up to, but you want it said explicitly. “So what exactly are you asking me?”

Namjoon nods, eyes hopeful. “Look, I know this is a big ask. I’m putting this out there because you’re one of the best with kids I know. And Yoongi—well, he’s pretty wary about letting new people get close to his son.”

You take another sip of your latte as he prattles on.

“While you’re still getting your bearings back, maybe you could take over the caretaker job, even part time?” Namjoon scratches the back of his neck, grinning sheepishly as he says your name. “I just thought you might consider it. You’d be doing us both a favor. Yoongi really needs help, and I’d trust you more than anyone with this.”

You sit back, letting Namjoon’s words settle. Namjoon knows exactly what he’s asking—knows exactly how hard it is for you to refuse when he gives you that puppy dog look, especially when he’s throwing Yoongi into the mix. Honestly, you hate how you're apparently still soft for him even after all these years.

Namjoon also knows your current situation. Does he not realize it’s a bit unfair to ask this of you right now? Not when you're still picking up the pieces after your breakup with your long-term boyfriend. Not when you need time to heal. Not when you literally uprooted your life and just moved back to Seoul a month ago.

But somehow, you can’t shake the curiosity. What would it even be like to see Yoongi as a dad? To get a glimpse of this whole other life he’s got now?

It’s probably a terrible idea. 

Yeah, no. You don’t need this right now. Money isn’t tight. And you need to focus on… 

You take a slow breath, mentally tracing the edges of this mess. There are a hundred reasons to say no, and only one reason you’d even consider saying yes. And because it’s for Yoongi… damn, maybe that’s reason enough.

The next time you see Yoongi, it’s at HYBE’s massive rehearsal space. Namjoon had invited you to watch the group practice—innocent enough, though you know it’s also his way of nudging you toward the job. Joon thinks he’s subtle, but you know his plans are, more often than not, clunky as hell.

You settle in one corner, holding on to your half-finished iced Americano. A few staff are scattered around the studio, there was another girl (maybe a member’s girlfriend, you’re not sure), but it’s mostly empty. The boys are warming up, stretching or chatting, and you wave to Jungkook and Taehyung before finding yourself glancing toward Yoongi.

Wearing an all black outfit and a baseball cap, he’s standing off to the side, arms full with a fussy baby, and a bassinet stroller in front of him. The boy can’t be more than a few months shy of his first birthday. He’s close to tears, twisting and squirming, while Yoongi, visibly flustered, tries to hand him a toy, then a bottle, then anything he can find. Nothing works. Soon, the baby’s fuss turns into a full-on tantrum.

Oh, damn. Poor Yoongi. 

He drops the bottle, spilling milk across the floor just as the stroller, half-locked, rolls a few feet away. He lunges for it, fumbling as the baby’s wailing intensifies, tiny fists flailing in frustration. Yoongi’s eyes dart around, panicked, while a couple of female staff start toward him, hands outstretched. But he waves them off, his face set in a mix of fierce determination and mild desperation as he rocks and hushes the baby.

It honestly hurts to watch the scene unfold. You almost want to do something.

Namjoon starts clearing people out, Jimin dims the studio lights, and Seokjin picks up the spilled bottle, wiping down the floor. Hobi taps a white noise track on his phone, placing it near the stroller. Your heart warms at how effortlessly everyone pitches in, their movements so practiced it’s obvious they’ve done this before. But it makes you wonder just how many rehearsals have paused for these moments. It’s probably why Namjoon wants to help find a solution, a.k.a you.

You meet your best friend’s gaze and he cocks his head toward the door, signaling for you to file out with the others, but your feet take you somewhere else entirely.

“Is he okay?” you ask, approaching Yoongi.

Yoongi doesn’t hear you at first, too focused on calming his son. His face is etched with exhaustion and something fragile, an uncharacteristic crack in his calm. He finally glances up, half-exasperated. To your mild relief, a look of recognition crosses his face, before he replies, “Yeah, he’s—he’s usually not this fussy.”

You watch him struggle for a bit, then, before you can second-guess, you step forward. “Do you mind if I try?”

Yoongi hesitates, studying you like he’s weighing the decision to trust you with his son. His eyes flick towards Namjoon who was standing by the door, before it goes back to you. After a tense pause, he nods, handing the baby over.

You hold the little boy, shifting him gently away from the mirrors and bright lights, rocking him slowly and humming an old lullaby you used to sing for your preschoolers. Gradually, his cries quiet down, his tiny head resting against your shoulder as he begins to relax, fingers curling around the fabric of your shirt. Within minutes, he’s fast asleep.

When you glance up, Yoongi is watching, his face unreadable. There’s relief, yes, but also a quiet wonder, an almost surprised gratitude. 

“I owe you,” he murmurs, a softness in his voice you hadn’t expected.

“‘S ok,” you say, quietly, careful not to wake the baby.

The two of you stand there, his eyes on you for just a beat too long, and if you didn’t have the baby to ground you, you feel like you just might float.

“Thank you,” he says, tone soft and sincere.

From across the room, Namjoon watches, his eyes mirroring the same gratitude.

The call from Yoongi comes unexpectedly one evening, just after dinner. You don’t recognize the number, then again you don’t have a lot of +82s yet since you just moved back after many years of being in the States. The last thing you expect is to hear Yoongi’s voice on the other end of the line.

“Hey, it’s…Min Yoongi,” he starts, voice a little rough.

“Oh, hi.”

There’s a short silence, and then he clears his throat. “Namjoonie mentioned you uh might… be interested in helping with my son.”

You feel a strange flutter, both at the fact that Yoongi is talking to you, and at the fact that he’s asking something so personal. “Uh, yeah. I can help out.”

The pause is long enough that you imagine him somewhere, shifting uncomfortably. “I know it’s a lot to ask,” he finally says, sounding almost apologetic. “I don’t want to… impose or anything. But it would help. A lot.”

“Okay.”

“Thank you,” You hear Yoongi release a sigh of relief. Then he says the next phrase in a rush, “I know you are overqualified for this, so uh please let me compensate you with your salary as a teacher in America.”

You feel your face flush. Thank god this was not a video call. Seems you’re as uncomfortable as he is talking about money, though it is a necessary evil. “Oh, no, please Yoongi. You don’t have to. Joonie’s my bestfriend and you’re his brother. I can just help until you can find a more permanent solution.”

Thankfully, he doesn’t argue with you on this. You hear a puff of breath before he says. “Alright. Thank you.”

And just like that, you’re set. He gives you the address, and you’re left wondering for the rest of the night how you’ll manage this strange new gig.

The first day you arrive at Yoongi’s apartment in Hannam-dong, you’re a bundle of nerves, unsure what to expect. 

After you ring the bell, the door opens to reveal Yoongi with his usual reserved expression, a piece of muslin cloth draped on one shoulder.

“Hi,” he says simply, stepping aside to let you in.

You offer him a smile. “Hey.”

He closes the door behind you as you step inside. You look around, taking everything in.

The apartment is spacious but cozy, with a warmth that speaks of careful design—minimalistic furniture in muted colors, shelves lined with books and vinyl records, a few baby toys strewn around the living room. Homey.

This is the first time you get to really see Yoongi. The brief encounter at the rehearsal studio didn’t afford you the chance to appreciate how time has treated him. 

Seeing him after six years, he’s both the same and somehow different. He has always had that calm confidence—a steady, grounded energy that feels both nostalgic and new. His usually colorful hair, now in its natural hue, casually frames his face. He wears a simple white tee and you can tell the noodle arms are gone. His shoulders are much broader, arms stronger than how you remember him. The silver earrings are still there, subtle reminders of his edginess, softened by time.

But beneath it all, there’s a layer of, hmm… exhaustion, you guess? A shadow under his eyes, faint lines hinting at the weight of sleepless nights. His lips are chapped, there’s a tiny red bump on his chin. He’s a new dad, he hasn’t prioritized himself for a while. Still, his face carries a tenderness in the fatigue, like he’s tired, but happy.

“He’s napping right now,” Yoongi clears his throat, motioning toward a small crib by the window, where his son is sleeping peacefully, bundled in soft blankets. 

“You haven’t told me his name.”

“Haneul.”

“That’s beautiful,” you reply, and Yoongi nods, almost shy.

He hesitates, glancing down as if gathering his thoughts. Then he says your name. “I… um, I didn’t know how this would go. His last caretaker was actually my aunt, but she got sick and had to go back home.”

“I’m really sorry to hear that.”

He nods, “But after seeing how he calmed down with you… I think he’ll be alright.”

He gives you a tour of his apartment, the baby monitor clipped in his jean pocket. His place is modern, spacious, baby-proofed. There are pictures that line the walls of the hallway linking the nursery, his studio, guest room, guest bath, and the masters.

You spend some time going through Haneul’s things—familiarizing yourself with the layout of the nursery. He shows you where the baby food and snacks are. Talks about his favorite toys and activities. 

While he downloads the 101 on Haneul, the one thing you were curious to know was, where is his birth mom? You obviously don’t want to be a prick so you swallow the question down. Maybe you’ll find out in the future. But for now, you just need to know where the baby wipes are.

For the first few days that you come over, Yoongi keeps close, hovering just within earshot as you ease into the cadence of his son’s needs. He’s there with his arms folded, watching as you handle Haneul, a cautious yet respectful distance. You get it though. You’re a virtual stranger he just let into his home and his son’s life. Who wouldn’t be guarded?

You quickly notice that Haneul has a sweet temperament, but has a bit of a sensitive side. He doesn’t take to loud sounds, so you keep your voice low and movements gentle, singing him lullabies and nursery rhymes under your breath while Yoongi quietly observes, even if he pretends to be engrossed with something else.

On your third day, Yoongi has to leave to attend an important meeting at HYBE. He’s been pacing by the door, making sure his son is settled before he goes, even though you’re right there, holding the baby with practiced ease.

“Are you sure you’re… good with this?” he asks, his brow furrowed, as if still convincing himself to leave.

You give him a reassuring smile. “Go. I got him. He’ll be fine.”

He hesitates one last time, eyes fixed on you, and then he finally gives a small nod. “Okay. I’ll be back soon.”

As soon as the door closes, you’re left with the quiet hum of the apartment and a very awake, very curious baby in your arms. You spend the next hour rocking him and singing songs, amazed at how easily he settles, almost as if he’s known you longer than a few days.

After his nap, you take a video of the babbling Haneul enjoying his yogurt gems and send it to Yoongi. He replies almost immediately with a smiley emoji and a curt: cute.

Yoongi returns around dinnertime right as you’ve settled the baby down in his bed. He steps inside the nursery quietly, watching as you tuck the blanket around his son. When you look up, he’s standing there, holding two cups of steaming liquid.

“I, uh… thought you might want some tea,” he says, looking slightly awkward but endearing.

“Always.” You take the mug with a grateful smile. “How was your meeting?”

“Could’ve been an email,” He shrugs and stuffs the empty hand inside his pocket.

You grin as you take a sip, remembering how you’ve always enjoyed his dry sense of humor, in the rare occasions you hung out in the past. Ooh, this tea is… your favorite.

“Silver moon?” you asked.

He nodded, “There’s a TWG shop that just opened near the office. Namjoonie might have mentioned it was your favorite, so.”

Your ears warm up just as well as your throat as you savor another drink.

“How was Haneul? Did he give you a hard time?”

“Not at all,” you shake your head, looking over to the little angel. “I’ve had a lot of practice, you know.”

“I can’t imagine handling a whole classroom full of them,” he says, looking at you with a mix of admiration and amusement. “One’s hard enough.”

“You’re lucky to have him,” you reply wistfully, suddenly feeling a tug at your heartstrings. ‘What I would give…’ you almost utter out loud.

The thing is, you actually do, without realizing it. Unbeknownst to you, Yoongi files the thought away, a subject he might bring up one day—when the time comes that he thinks you trust him, too.

The days blur into a steady rhythm. You arrive in some afternoons, not really everyday, only when Yoongi needs the extra hand at home or if he needs to leave the house for a day of rehearsals. You both establish that this is merely a favor so he doesn’t treat you like you’re at his every beck and call. Usually it starts with a short message in Kakao, and if you’re free, he would send a car to pick you up. Your meals are always ready, delivered on the dot. Conveniences are always within your reach—your favorite tea, extra clothes in case there are food or poop blow-outs, etc. The cleaning lady that goes thrice a week, Mrs. Kwon sometimes keeps you company and assists you with anything.

As you help take care of his baby, you feel that he’s looked out for you, too. Which is nice.

On days that he is working from home, Yoongi brings his work into the living room, just to be nearby during playtime with you and Haneul. 

One evening, when his son falls asleep in your arms after a particularly fussy day, Yoongi glances up from his laptop and leans back in his chair, a tired but grateful smile breaking through.

“He’s really taken to you,” he observes, sounding almost as if he’s admitting it to himself.

You smile, feeling a strange warmth at his words. “I think he’s just a really sweet kid, Yoongi. He’s easy to love.”

The smile he gives you after that is probably the gummiest one you’ve ever seen. 

A few weeks pass, and a subtle partnership has started forming between you, like you’re both slowly finding a rhythm in the chaos of caring for Haneul.

Bath time becomes a kind of unspoken relay: you gather the towel and clothes, while Yoongi preps the tub, testing the water with careful fingers. There’s a brief exchange of glances—no need for words, just a nod as you pass off Haneul, who’s already giggling happily.

Snack time turns into a ritualized watch party. You set out the applesauce and crackers for Haneul, and Yoongi brings a bag of chips and his laptop over to the living room, joining you and Haneul for yet another episode of Miss Rachel. Occasionally, he’ll mutter a sarcastic comment under his breath, trying (and failing) to disguise the fact that he’s memorized the songs, too. (And in English, no less!)

There was one particular afternoon that you walk in on the father and son having a heartwarming exchange.

Haneul, who’s wobbling on his unsteady little legs, is reaching eagerly for a stuffed tiger Yoongi is holding just out of reach.

“Oh, no, no, no—you gotta work for this,” Yoongi teases, eyebrows raised dramatically. He moves the tiger side to side, adding a low, exaggerated growl that makes Haneul squeal with laughter. Yoongi leans fully into the act, growling and making faces, finally swooping Haneul up with a playful roar, both of them dissolving into laughter.

You can’t help but laugh along with them, your heart catching slightly at the sight. The way his eyes crinkle in genuine amusement, his mouth relaxed into a wide gummy grin. And you’re startled by how… soft he looks, how fucking attractive he is when he’s like this. When his usual quiet intensity is replaced by this playfulness, by this open warmth. It hits you somewhere deep, a warm, fuzzy feeling in your chest that you can’t quite ignore.

Yoongi catches you watching, his smile faltering for a moment, but he holds your gaze. His expression shifts, something curious reflecting in his eyes as if he’s wondering what you’re thinking, but he doesn’t ask. Instead, he swallows a lump in his throat, cheeks dusting a faint pink as he looks down, bashful.

You force yourself to glance away, feeling warmth creep up your neck. For the first time, you’re struck by an awareness of him that wasn’t there before, and it lingers, even as you turn back to whatever it was you were supposed to be doing. The image of his smile, his laughter—it all stays with you, stirring something you can’t quite put a name to.

And just like that, you’re settling into this role in the life of the Min men—something you know is temporary, but is infinitely meaningful.

When you’re not in Yoongi’s apartment, your own place feels strangely foreign.

God, you hate it here. You can’t even bring yourself to call it home—it’s just a room with white walls, half-opened moving boxes, a stack of unread books Joonie gave you, a mattress on the floor, and a fridge with a single egg. It’s quiet. Too quiet. You could fix the place up—it’s not like you can’t afford a bed frame or groceries—but for some reason, you’re punishing yourself. Like this is the way someone like you—unwanted and rejected—ought to live.

Nothing in this flat tethers you to it, and maybe that’s why you prefer being out.

You’re afraid your heart is stuck somewhere in limbo, somewhere between Seoul and LA. Maybe it’s still floating above the clouds on that flight back. You don’t know when it’ll come down, but you hope it’s soon.

Tonight, you’re restless, tossing and turning in your makeshift bed, replaying fragments of your old life—a love that once felt solid, a future that had once felt certain. Your mind drifts to those last conversations with Jiyong, your ex, the ones where he shut down every hope you had for a family, making you wonder if wanting more was somehow wrong.

You probably deserve it, though. You want a family, but you can barely cook for yourself. What do you hope to feed a child—takeout? Junk food? It’s laughable. You can’t even make a home feel like one. Jiyong probably got tired of you because you’re useless at it.

Stop. You close your eyes, focus on your breathing, try to still your mind. 1, 2, 3…

Some nights, you especially hate yourself. Tonight is one of them.

You need to call Namjoon. He can usually talk you down, ease the self-loathing. You ring him three times, but each time, you get his voicemail. Fuck. Maybe he’s out, maybe he’s getting laid. Good for him, honestly.

But that might actually work. You rummage through one of your boxes and find the one purple bullet that’s gotten you through plenty of spirals. With a flick, the vibrator buzzes to life, and you slip it beneath your panties, pressing it right against your clit. You’re not in the mood to drag this out—you want release, quick and easy, something to take the edge off.

At first, your limbs relax as that familiar tingle begins, little sparks shooting from your core, teasing you with hints of pleasure. You keep at it, determined, but after a few minutes, the sensations stall. It’s like your body’s stuck, lingering on the edge without tipping over, leaving you stranded and more frustrated than when you started. You decide to cut your losses.

Maybe a shower. Maybe you can pop by the GS25 down the block for a bottle of soju.

But then your phone pings. It’s Yoongi.

Your tummy suddenly feels funny.

You immediately swipe up and read the string of messages that has popped on your Kakao.

Yoongi: Hey so I found this in Haneul’s crib Yoongi: image.jpg  Yoongi: u got this for him? he is lowkey obsessed. Yoongi: But WTF is it? 

You cackle. Loud and hearty. A sound you didn’t think you were capable of on a shitty night like this.

You: A capybara! Look it up! Yoongi: Oh Yoongi: never heard of it You: They’re cute Yoongi: ? You: Don't be mean You: Haneul and I love bora Yoongi: ?? You: thats her name Yoongi: noted

That night, the Kakao thread becomes your lifeline. Yoongi asks about your next visit, what you had for dinner, and when you say goodnight he sends back a grainy selca of him and a sleeping Haneul with Bora. The photo brings unexpected joy, something to remind you that you aren’t as alone as it sometimes feels. Finally, you succumb to slumber, clutching your phone to your chest, thoughts of Yoongi and Haneul floating in your dreams.

After that, you become more and more aware that Yoongi’s place has become a sanctuary. There’s Haneul’s bright laughter, the way his tiny fingers curl around yours, and the sound of Yoongi’s soft, steady voice, creating a background that somehow starts to feel comforting. With them, you’re too busy to dwell on the past or the ache left behind by someone else’s rejection. Instead, you’re present, stable.

And it’s in those moments—when you’re reading Haneul a story or soothing him to sleep—that you feel a glimmer of something you’d thought you’d lost: hope. The simple act of holding him, soothing him through his small struggles… It’s healing in a way you can’t quite put into words, as if this little boy is slowly fusing pieces of your heart you’d almost forgotten were broken.

And Yoongi—he’s part of it, too. His presence, his quiet strength, the way he’s trusted you with something so precious. 

You know this is just a phase, that this isn’t your life, but a part of you can’t help but imagine what it would be like if it were. To be here, day after day, with this little family that’s somehow found its way into your heart.

You’re still healing, still putting yourself back together, but this—this feels like the start of something you could believe in again.

What you couldn’t believe though was the email from your building administrator with an acknowledgment receipt for next quarter’s rent payment—all settled. You haven’t made the deposit yet, how come it’s saying it’s been paid for already?

You pace your room staring at the email from your phone as if it holds all the answers. 

What is happening? Who paid for this? You didn’t sign up for some sugar baby service… 

Wait. Something clicks in your brain. Suga. Baby.

Your first instinct is to call Namjoon, meddler extrordinaire. He picks up on the second ring, sounding annoyingly chipper.

“‘Sup, buttercup?” he asks.

“Don’t act cute, Joonie,” you warn. “Did you know about this?”

There’s a pause. “About what, exactly?”

“Yoongi,” you say, practically hissing his name. “He paid my rent, didn’t he? Three months’ worth. How did he even know where I live?”

Namjoon lets out a hum, his tone maddeningly calm. “Ah. That.”

“Yes. That. Care to explain?”

“Look,” Namjoon says, unbothered. “Yoongi asked, so I gave him your address. He said you refused his offer, but still he wanted to pay you back somehow.”

“But Joon! It’s too much—” You pause, scrambling for the right words. “How did he even get a hold of the landlord and settle all this without my knowledge?”

Namjoon chuckles, which only makes you more annoyed. “Yoongi hyung is an influential guy, you know. If he wants something, he’ll fuckin’ find a way. Just take it, okay? You’re helping him, he’s helping you. It’s fair.”

You huff, still not convinced. “It’s just… a lot, Joon. I don’t need anyone swooping in and paying my bills. And you could’ve at least warned me.”

“I get it. But you’re helping him with something really important. This is his way of saying thank you.”

You sink back into your chair, the irritation draining out of you. “Fine,” you mutter. “But if he pulls something like this again, I’m coming for your ass.”

Namjoon laughs. “Aishh. Why the hell is it my fault?”

“You’re a smart man. Figure it out.” You hang up.

You spend that afternoon at Yoongi's. He was in a rush, dashing out for some shoot as you arrive. You hear him return around seven, just as you're finishing putting Haneul to sleep. Once the baby is settled, you tiptoe out of the nursery with the baby monitor on hand, following the sounds of soft clinking and the rich aroma wafting from the kitchen.

“Hey, Yoongi,” you call out, stepping into view. “Haneul’s all tucked in. I was just gonna—”

“Stay for dinner?” Yoongi’s eyes light up, his voice gentle but hopeful as he turns, holding a pot in one hand and a wooden spoon in the other. It looks like he came straight from his shoot, his hair still styled in soft, precise waves that swoop perfectly across his cheekbones. He’s wearing the softest, oversized yellow sweater layered over a crisp white shirt, and his jeans hug him just right. But it’s his smile that really draws you in—light radiates from him, his face glowing not just from a bit of skincare, but from something more.

Goddamn. The man is looking fine as hell.

You’d planned to meet up with Namjoon tonight, but one look at Yoongi—whose eyes are too shy to hold yours as he ladles red sauce into a ceramic bowl—and you know you are absolutely staying put. Joon will understand.

“Ok, yeah, that looks really good,” you say.

“It is.” Yoongi smirks, just barely, and gestures to the fridge. “I’ll plate this up if you can grab some drinks?”

You procure a couple of beers from the chiller and set them on the dining table, shooting off a quick text to Joon afterwards.

You: Hey, raincheck? Yoongi made dinner and it looks good ngl

His response is instant.

Namjoon: You blowing me off to play house with hyung. K. I see how it is.

This asshole.

You’re about to call and give him a piece of your mind when Yoongi’s voice pulls you back. “Everything okay?”

Your gaze shifts to the plates of spaghetti he’s just set down, the aroma working wonders to sway your thoughts. “Yeah, just Joon being a pain in my ass as usual.”

“Sit.” Yoongi gestures to your chair as he settles into his.

“Wait.” You grab the baby monitor from the kitchen counter, setting it between you and Yoongi. The screen shows Haneul fast asleep, Bora tucked securely under his arm.

“There. Now we can eat.”

Yoongi nods, and the two of you dig in.

It hits you that this is actually the first time the two of you have shared a quiet dinner together like this. You were expecting Yoongi to let the silence linger, but he starts a conversation mid-way.

“I, uh, was surprised to see you back here,” he says casually, twirling a forkful of pasta.

“Me too. It was… kind of abrupt.”

He nods, not pressing, just listening. You don’t think you’re ready to talk about that so you try a joke.

“Didn’t think you’d ever see the girl who carried your performance of Stan?” you add, smirking. “I basically launched your career.”

“Carried?” He raises an eyebrow, clearly amused. “Nah, you were choking.”

“Hell no.”

“Uh-huh.” He laughs softly, shoulders bobbing. “Rewriting history….”

“Fine. I sucked. Joon totally went behind my back with that one. Not that he’s the only one who likes going behind my back,” you add pointedly, of course alluding to the matter of your paid-off rent.

Yoongi scratches the back of his neck, looking almost guilty. “Sorry for overstepping.”

“Just don’t start paying my utilities behind my back, too. Because—”

He shifts awkwardly, avoiding your gaze.

“Yoongi?”

He clears his throat. “Just your electricity. I… may have asked the landlord to include it this month.”

“Oh my god.”

“And water,” he adds quickly, eyes widening like a kid who just got caught.

“Add my Netflix subscription while you’re at it.”

“Done.”

“NO!!! You’re actually worse than Joonie,” you groan, though a smile quirks at your lips. “But, thank you:”

He nods, briefly pausing before he speaks up again, a little too flippantly. “So… you and Namjoonie—what’s the deal there?”

You blink, caught off guard. “What do you mean?”

He shrugs, looking somewhere over your shoulder. “You know what we all think? That he’s playing some kind of long game with you.”

You wrinkle your nose, laughing. “Oh god, no. Y’all are waayyy off. Namjoon’s like my brother, that’s it.”

Yoongi nods slowly, the smallest hint of a smile on his lips as he watches you.

“Everyone thinks that, huh?” you ask, leaning in, a little bolder than usual.

“Mhmm.” Yoongi gives a slow nod, as he nibbles his lower lip.

“All the members?”

“Yeah,” he says, watching you carefully.

“Including you?”

He shrugs, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips, though something shifts in his expression, like he’s trying to piece together a puzzle he didn’t know existed.

“Interesting,” you murmur, swirling your glass.

“Why?” he narrows his eyes on you, wheels turning in his head.

Maybe it’s the beer loosening you up, bubbles lifting your usual filters. You’ve always been a lightweight.

“You never wondered why Joonie suddenly set you up for English tutoring with me—just you—even though your company had a professional hired to teach everyone?”

He blinks, eyes narrowing a bit more.

“Or why I ended up singing with you at that damn club?” You laugh, leaning back.

His lips mold into a small pout, processing, but you’re already laughing.

“Joonie’s been throwing me into your orbit, Yoongi,” you say, giggling, the alcohol hitting you hard now. “And you’re telling me you never noticed?”

He looks like he’s having a full conversation with himself, his mouth opening and closing like a stunned goldfish inside a gallon bottle. All he manages is an eloquent: “shit.”

“Well, for the record,” you pause, “I thought you were cute, but it was obvious you weren’t interested. Don’t worry, though,” you say lightly, glancing down on your almost empty plate. “I’m a big girl now. It’s all in the past.”

As you stab the last meatball, you miss the way Yoongi’s gaze softens.

You have no way of knowing what’s going through his head. But if you did, you would find that he’s thinking:

If he could go back in time, he’d kick his younger self straight in the balls for not noticing, and tell him to get his head out of his ass long enough to realize this one shocking truth: 

You were not Namjoon’s girl.

And he actually had a chance with you.

Because maybe you’re right. Back then everything was about the dream—y’know, big house, big cars, big rings, and all that shit. So yeah, maybe, he wasn’t ready then.

But that doesn’t mean he isn’t now.

Notes: Oh-KKKAYYY!! How are we feeling? Anything you liked in particular in this chapter? Where is the baby mama? Do we even care atp?!

Part 2 is where things get more flirty, spicy, and all that good stuff.

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need armys to bring hobipalooza vibes for agust d tour :') do you think he'll add more dates? i dont wanna get my hopes up but i dont think they'd post it without really knowing for sure where they want to go *sigh*

the vibes will be there. it's yoongi.

and who knows. at least one city allllways gets a "due to popular demand" date addition at the last minute even though it's is always planned from the start and it's just a tactic to get people to buy tickets in a hurry before they "sell out" (which they never do, spoiler alert. there are ALWAYS tickets available). additional cities though, idk.

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I just saw the Agust D photo and I know my panties are about to be soaked this weekend when that mixtape drops... black haired Yoongi ughhhh I am whipped - just look at him damnnn 🥵🥵💦💦💦💦