#and seungri really was aware

[dearweirdme]

https://www.tumblr.com/dearweirdme/751116613458247680/have-you-watched-the-burning-sun-doc-im?source=share

Diff anon here:

I understand how anon feels. And although I still believe bangtan are good people, I don't pretend that I know them or that I can't be wrong about them. If even people that we do know it's impossible to know they completely, imagine celebrities that we never met?

I think fandoms, in general, feed a very positive image of the idols which also helps to mask red flags. Like I said, I still think that they are all good people, but I try to not be too biases about them and not censor myself when something that I find weird, something that they said or did, happenes. It's not to feed negativity or to promote a witch hunt, just to be more realist about who they are.

Until now, the things that they did were not deal breaks to me, and certainly nothing is not even closer than the burning sun scandal, but a few things made me uncomfortable and I started to be more aware.

Hi anon!

For some reason I get a lot of strength in my belief of BTS members being good eggs because of the way they function as a group. One thing I have seen about Big Bang and Seungri is that he wasn’t connected to the other members very well and that they were quite critical of him. In hindsight, maybe that already pointed to something (though I did not follow them at all, so I can’t really speak to how that all played out in reality. But to me the way all members speak ao highly and full of respect about each other really counts as something.

At the same time.. it is very good to be realistic about not knowing them and to realize that they are just people. There’s things I don’t like about them (the continuous mention of dieting dor instance.. it’s harmful imo), but I try to put that in context and realize that they too are a victim of a society that put that way of thinking about being skinny into their minds. I think what’s important is to always remember that Idols/celebs are flawed too… and to realize that there’s boundaries to keep in check with what we accept as normal flaws or flaws that become crimes.

[reflections-in-a-critical-eye]

That's Jimin×Taeyang Collab rumor got both fandoms crying lmao

I hope it's true tho... he was someone jimin had looked upto and I would love to see both main dancers to a choreo song !!

And considering jimin was the only member invited to Bigbang docu screening back in time he must be close with T and the rest

Also saw this and I hope its true🤞

https://twitter.com/itboypop/status/1601041173979615232?t=7w5eY-_OlY0EEGaT_eYbGQ&s=19

Anon 2

Really don’t know how to feel about it. This group makes my skin crawl. You can’t tell me the others didn’t know what Seungri was doing. I know Jimin is a fan and seemed in good relationship with these men. I always side eyed him because of it, but because he stopped interacting publicly at least with them I thought he is no longer associates himself with them. Just to see this.

Alright, this needs to be unpacked.

As far as I know, only Seungri was convicted for what he did, so why would the people that are associated with him, including coworkers such as Taeyang, be judged? Especially since he hasn't done anything of the sort? Because if we are to apply this logic, then we should judge a lot more people which once again, puts us in the position of the moral inquisition, as if we're all morally superior. Which I guess it's easy when we do this in internet discourse. This is not on the same scale and situation, but as much as I personally side-eye Bogum and his religious extremism, I don't actually believe that in association, Tae is exactly like that. Or if he is, those views did not rise to the surface. But ultimately, regardless of who they are, what they do, I can't stop you or make you change your mind because it's your choice and right to do so, but I'm perfectly aware how these stances came to be in online spaces. So I don't agree with it, but I get it. Also, no one sent me any similar complaints when Taeyang was at Hobi's listening party and how him and RM took a photo together. Or how Hobi clearly hangs out with groups that G-Dragon is part of. Was the moral police on vacation back then? Lastly, just because someone is not seen in public with another person, doesn't mean they can't have any sort of relationship. It could be simply professional.

My advice to anyone who hates or dislikes artists because somehow they wronged BTS in Army's views, to prepare themselves to either adapt, or stop with the imaginary conflicts. Because it's ridiculous and pathetic to bring out something that happened in 2015-2016, when in present day, BTS has no fucking issue. Army fighting with VIP and vice versa is dumb fandom drama, but hating group members and calling them irrelevant, fossils, bad singers, etc., while Jimin and Taeyang clearly want to work together if this rumor has any truth to it. So, what the actual fuck?

And now to answer the first anon, I am excited. Seeing the fandoms crying is annoying, but also satisfying because clearly they have no say in this, but they keep acting stupid. Let them cry, I really hope the collab is real and is happening. I was so tired of the Chris Martins and the Charlie Puths, that this one might be a breath of fresh air. Similar to what Yoongi did with Psy, which was clearly a successful collab. We know Jimin was a fan of Taeyang since his rookie days and for those who say that Taeyang needs Jimin to be relevant and to get some attention, is clearly an army that doesn't know their kpop history because for them kpop is only BTS.

And in doing that, they fail to understand how huge this thing is. And if they could leave their hate aside, they would see that Taeyang and Jimin can be such a good match vocally. They have the range and it could result in something really good. Either a ballad, or a song for fucking. I hope it's the latter, but I'll take anything, lol. And if they do only one live performance, I'll be happy. I really want to see them both on a stage, with or without a choreo. Rookie Jimin could only dream of this. And now it's (possibly) happening.

And if all this is nothing but a rumor, at least we get to entertain the idea for a few days.

[boricuacherry-blog]

A data forensics company worker was retrieving data from a broken phone. The phone belonged to a suspect that was being questioned by police. He was able to retrieve all of the data, but he got an abrupt call from police that his services were not needed anymore, and to just return the phone. But after retrieving all of that data and inevitably seeing the scours of messages running down his screen, he felt uneasy. There, in front of him, was proof of sex crimes against drugged and unconscious women, over 200,000 text messages and pictures that outright showed the selling of women as commodities - without their awareness or consent.

While the tech employee was verifying the data was being recovered, what he saw were videos of women unconscious women being sexually assaulted. There were prices under these women. People were exchanging crude messages joking about sexually assaulting the women, who were unaware what was happening to them.

He was shocked to see that he recognized the contacts in the retrieved phone - they were famous Korean pop idols.

Even high-up police commissioners were exposed to be VIP clients of this sex trafficking ring. The tech employee had just discovered a sex trafficking ring run by celebrities, officials and no one could help him, because everyone at the top was seemingly dirty.

But he would make a copy of every single text message and shine a light on what was really going on at Burning Sun Nightclub, a club Kpop star Seungri owned, and which was really just a front for sex trafficking - clubgoers were being drugged in drinks given by their bartenders, then sold to the highest bidder to be sexually assaulted - leaving the club goers with huge gaps in their memory and videos circulating of them without their knowledge - and trauma, not understanding what had happened to them, and feeling they wouldn't be believed. And after being assaulted with no knowledge, the club would then put a price on them and try to lure them back in to be assaulted again.

The nightclub was also attached to a hotel on the upper floor.

This case gained attention in 2018, but many are surprised at the lenient sentence given to Seungri [as well as the others involved], who was heavily involved in facilitating these sexual assaults.

Picture: Chavanos Rattakul, a Thai foreigner, also involved in sexually assaulting women

The allegations of the sex crimes also added to the country's epidemic of what is called molka, a Korean word for the online distribution of nonconsensual sexual videos taken of women.

A comment from a social media user:

Another user shared that girls were being drugged by bartenders in a club called Club Aura and other clubs in Hongdae. A user also said they were drugged in Zen Bar.

[j-a-nuary]

Date Roulette: Jiyong

Monday

Intro Week Start

Seungri Week Start

Daesung Week Start

Taeyang Week Start

Seunghyun Week Start

Previous

Next

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Most likely due to spending most of the previous day napping, I found myself waking up before dawn. I felt better. Somewhat. I wasn't about to hit the gym or run a marathon, but my headache had downgraded from migraine to vague annoyance, and my stomach was feeling just normal enough for me to feel like I was starving.

I shambled into the kitchen and started opening cabinets blindly.

"Go sit, I'll make breakfast."

I turned towards the sleep-roughened voice to see Jiyong making his way to the kitchen from the living room.

It was a version of him that I hadn't seen in weeks. Hair sticking up at odd angles, pajama pants wrinkled from sleep, and a smattering of tattoos on display under an unbuttoned matching top.

I had wondered before what the assorted letters stood for. Initials from exes? Family members? Artists? I was sure there were interviews somewhere that would answer the question, but I didn't particularly care enough to look them up. Or to ask about them.

"Did you sleep in the living room?"

He hummed his answer, nodding as he sleepily joined me in the kitchen.

Both of us having bare feet reminded me exactly how much taller I was than him.

He took advantage of it. Having reached my side, he looped his arms around my waist, shuffling to stand behind me. He laid his head against my neck, just barely tall enough to hook his chin on top of my shoulder.

"I wanted to be nearby if you needed anything."

I nodded, stretching my hand upwards to pull down "my" mug. The movement elongated my torso just enough that his chin slipped from its position.

"Let me help," he mumble-whined. His voice was muffled, and I felt his lips moving against the cloth of my own sleep shirt. "Go sit. I'll do this."

"I'm not crippled," I protested.

He seemed content, for the moment, to simply cling onto my back as I turned the kettle on and waited.

"Ji."

He hummed again, causing a vibration to run from my back to my chest.

"You're being clingy."

His hum this time was closer to another whine. Clearly, he didn't want to move. His hands dropped anyway, and he took a few steps backward to lean against the countertop opposite from where my tea was steeping.

"You should use the medicine one," he said, eyeing my mug.

I shrugged, "I'm okay now." Turning to mirror his own position, I lifted my mug and let the steam soothe over my face. "Besides, it tastes really fucking bad."

Jiyong watched me sip my tea. If not for the last month spent with the boys - and the assorted cameras - I would have been tempted to look away. But I was getting used to constant observation now.

I wasn't particularly aware of my expression at that moment, focusing more on not burning my tongue than governing my features. Whatever it was must have seemed bad to Jiyong though.

"I'm sorry," he mumbled looking down.

I felt my brows dip as I considered this.

"What for?"

"I shouldn't touch you that much yet," he kept his eyes cast down as he spoke. "I should have asked first."

He wasn't wrong. But I had just enough of that disoriented feeling from yesterday lingering that I couldn't find it in myself to care.

I opened my mouth, unsure of what to say. Should I forgive him? Tell him to do better in the future? I was so tired of the strange circles we kept drawing around each other. Why did we do that? We both kept to the edges of each other's personalities, as if the other would explode at any sudden movement.

I decided to light a fuse.

"Do you love me?"

I had expected him to jolt. To choke on air. To get nervous in some way because obviously he couldn't just admit it yet.

Jiyong jettisoned himself from the counter and stepped closer. The smile on his face was calm, almost serene. For some reason it unnerved me.

He lifted a hand to cup my cheek.

"I thought you had forgotten," he spoke in a voice that reminded me that the sun still hadn't risen. Not just quiet, but soft. Conspiratorial.

"Forgotten what?"

"All the blessings you could have," he leaned closer, head tilting to run his nose against my neck. "You just need to let me make everything perfect."

"Ji," I shivered, not knowing how to feel about the sensation of his skin on mine being so familiar.

"I love you more than any other."

His thumb slid upwards, running softly over my bottom lip. Anyone with an ounce of sense could tell where this was going.

I wedged my hand between us, pushing him away and out of my space.

"It's just a question Ji," I turned away from him, pretending to go through the cupboards again, "not a confession."

I heard a small huff behind me, but when he spoke up again he didn't sound angry or upset.

"Go sit," he was using that soft voice again, "I'll make breakfast."

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Seunghyun joined us just as Jiyong was placing a plate in front of me. It was a rolled omelet style thing, cut into bite sized circles somewhat reminiscent of gimbap.

"Oh, excuse me," Seunghyun's fingers dipped towards the plate, only to be met with a flat whack of the spatula that Jiyong still held.

"I didn't make that for you," Jiyong chided him. "Give me a couple minutes and I'll make you some too."

Seunghyun rolled his eyes, but retracted his hand. Taking a seat next to me, he pulled out his phone and started scrolling through what looked like emails. Every once in a while he'd swipe his way to another app to read some headline or other.

It was all very typical, down to the way his free hand seemed to oh so naturally find itself tucked over the curve of my leg. It rested just above where my knee bent outwards, forced into an odd angle by the fact that I was using my foot as a cushion. Every once in a while, his thumb would twitch and then smooth over the exposed skin.

Naturally. Normally. Without ado.

Jiyong cleared his throat.

Seunghyun and I both raised our heads - him from his screen, me from my plate.

Jiyong's eyes were trained on the angle of Seunghyun's arm, his hand itself hidden from Jiyong's sight by the edge of the breakfast bar.

"Ah," Seunghyun laughed, "that's right." He turned to face me, lifting his hand from my leg. It left a cold spot in its place - the absence of his body heat feeling stranger than its presence had.

"You're no longer mine."

He said it with that conniving smile that I was now so used to. I couldn't quite tell if he was teasing me or Jiyong.

"I never was," I responded with my own dry smile.

Jiyong barely muffled a laugh as he placed a plate in front of Seunghyun.

"You wound me, baby," Seunghyun whined, giving a dramatic show of pressing his hand to his chest.

I shook my head, returning my attention to my breakfast.

In my periphery, I saw Seunghyun lift the plate that Jiyong had set out for him. I felt, more than I saw, him stand up next to me.

Mouth full of egg, I couldn't speak when I felt his hand rest on the back of my neck. I let him tilt me towards him as he pressed his lips against my temple.

"I'll see you later," he took an extra moment to fix my hair, "my baby."

I didn't need to look up to know that Jiyong was frowning. I looked up anyway.

Jiyong glared daggers at Seunghyun as he left the room.

"Ji-yah," I called his attention back to me.

His sour expression remained when he looked back towards me. I decided that, for now at least, I didn't want to argue.

"What are we going to do today?"

His expression changed to one of surprise, before settling into a vague smile.

"Do you like boats?"

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Back in America, I had friends. Obviously. But I had a specific subset of friends who did a specific job that had specific… rules.

Sex workers. OF girlies. Discord Kittens. Sugar babies. Escorts. Whatever you wanted to call them, I had known a few.

Thus, I knew that one of the major rules was this: Do Not Get On The Boat.

However…

Chul looked a little green around the gills. I put a hand on his shoulder, patting it softly. I hoped it would be a comforting gesture, rather than making his seasickness worse.

He offered me a queasy smile, but didn't seem to trust his mouth to open without incident.

With all the staff around, I felt safe enough. Even if my biggest cheerleader so far was being betrayed by his own inner ear, I knew that Jiyong wasn't stupid. Not completely, anyway.

"What do you think?" Jiyong handed me a glass filled with ice, bubbles, and mint leaves.

Accepting the drink, I tried a sip while trying to think of what to say.

"Oh…" I grimaced at the bitterness, no doubt from the club soda.

"The boat is nice," I wiggled my glass slightly, "the mojito could use some more… something."

"I'll fix it."

He took the glass back and circled back around to the on deck bar. He poked around a bit, lifting bottles and smelling stoppers.

"So," I leaned on the bar like a patron in an actual establishment, "are we going somewhere specific? Or are we just having a day on a boat?"

"Well," Jiyong poured a bit of something into my drink and stirred it, "that's up to you."

He handed the glass over with a smile.

"Really?" I took it but held off on trying it again for now, "how so?"

"I had this big thing planned," Jiyong ducked under the bar, once again digging through bottles. "I was going to take you down to Jeju, rent a house for a few days."

He stood back up and started mixing a drink much darker than my own.

"But then we had our disagreement," he frowned, pausing his explanation to shake his drink vigorously. After a few seconds, he whacked the shaker against his palm to loosen it.

"It made me realize that I was perhaps being a bit much."

I hummed in agreement. He had been a bit much. More than a bit. He had dove in head first, without even checking what depth the water was.

"How does that lead us to today?"

He strained his drink into a rocks glass, and lifted it with a small smile.

"Well," he paused to taste the beverage he had just put so much effort into. Nodding with satisfaction, he joined me on the outside of the bar table.

He settled his glass on the table, and leaned into my space just a bit more than usual.

"I figured that the sea might still be relaxing for you. Clear air, no distractions," he gestured vaguely towards the water, "it's peaceful."

I scoffed slightly. He wasn't wrong, but he still had that self-congratulatory air about him.

Still… I had forgotten how fun our flirtations had been.

"You're losing the thread Ji."

I lifted my glass and tried it again. It was slightly better, though still noticeably bitter. The bitterness was somewhat hidden under the chlorophyll hints of mint now. I decided I could live with it.

"Right. Okay," Jiyong moved minutely closer, "here are the three options I've thought of - though feel free to add your own ideas."

I raised a brow, nodding for him to continue.

"We return to the house tonight."

"A safe option."

"Of course," he nodded, "and I'd understand completely if that's what you want to do."

"What else?" I pushed.

"We could stay on the boat tonight."

I tilted my head, not missing the way his eyes fell to my neck briefly.

"Could we really?"

That cock-sure smile fell back into place on his features.

"Of course we could. I can show you around the different quarters in a bit if you like."

"I'll take it into consideration," I nodded, "what's the third option?"

"We could spend the night in Jangbongdo."

I had a vague awareness of the island. At the very least, I recognized the name as being one of the islands near Incheon. Beyond that, I didn't know much else.

"Let's stay on the boat."

Jiyong smiled brightly. For a moment I thought he was going to lean in even closer, but instead he took a step back. Spinning on his heel, he did a full 360 until he was facing me again. He held a hand out towards me, waiting for me to take it.

"What?"

He waggled his hand, playfully egging me on.

"What?" I asked again. Lifting my glass to bring it with me, I stepped towards him. He took a half step back.

"Jiyah…"

"I said I'd show you the quarters," his smile widened, his cheeks nearly swallowing his eyes now, "didn't I?"

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Part of the tour included the on-deck hot tub, which naturally led to the both of us lounging in the water with the jets on and the heat set just high enough that the water wasn't chilled.

"You've been on boats before."

I let my head tilt to look at Jiyong, "hmm?"

"You do that thing," he seemed to be focusing on trying to create a miniature fountain using his hands as a tube, "one hand for yourself, one hand for the boat."

"Mm," I settled my head back again, closing my eyes against the rays of the sub. "One of my closest friends in high school was a fishing boy."

"Are you still friends?"

It sounded like a genuine question, for once. A question about a man that wasn't laced with jealousy.

I still prickled for a moment. Taking an extra second to relax, I reminded myself that - in this case - Jiyong truly didn't know the sore spot he was poking at.

"Well…"

"Ah," I felt his hand land on my knee under the water, "forget I asked."

I opened my eyes and sat up, tilting my head to give him a quizzical look.

"What do you mean?"

"You had that voice…" Jiyong shrugged, looking a little sheepish as he trailed off.

I squinted, shaking my head slightly to emphasize the questioning angle.

He took a deep breath, holding the tip of his tongue between his teeth.

"The voice that you use when you talk about something awful."

I hummed again. What was there to say to that? He was probably right.

I felt his hand again, this time on my arm.

"Unless talking about it helps," his eyes flicked between mine, "I just don't want to force you to talk about something that might be painful."

"It's not…" I cut myself off, thinking if it would true to say it wasn't painful. After a second, I knew the perfect qualifier. "It's not painful anymore."

Jiyong hummed, an understanding sort of noise, and slipped to a seat closer to my own.

"Would it help?"

Once again, some quiet part of my brain marveled at how naturally he closed the space between us.

"Would what help?"

I caught him. I clearly saw his eyes dip down to my lips once… twice…

He licked his own lips before speaking.

"Talking…"

Thrice.

"I don't want to force you to talk…"

Fource? Is that anything? A fourth time.

"But I don't want to force you to not talk either."

Ironic.

The word floated through my brain, but I didn't pay attention to it.

Instead I leaned just slightly forward.

The instant my lips touched his, he let himself go. For a moment, it was clear he didn't know what to do with himself. One hand circled around my wrist, the other started up towards my face but seemed to get lost.

I made the decision for him.

Pushing myself off of my seat, I planted myself in his lap. Taking his still lost hand, I pulled it to my waist.

Somehow, the most annoying thing was how quickly his hesitation disappeared. As if he had never doubted that we would end up back like this. Fucker.

His fingers danced up my back, gently pulling me closer to him. It had the, most likely unintentional, side effect of making me straighten up.

To say that he smiled up at me would not be incorrect, but there was something else. He was relaxed, in a way I hadn't seen for a while.

"My love," the words came out in a breathy sound, "I've missed you."

I blinked, feeling the telltale sting of tears prickling my waterline. This wasn't right. I knew that I didn't really like Jiyong, he just… knew how to get under my skin.

"I shouldn't have kissed you."

He frowned, looking hurt and confused. His hold on me tightened for a moment before he let his hands fall back down, into the water and down to just rest on my thighs.

I started glancing around, self conscious.

"Jagi," he groaned, "why are you crying? Who are you looking for?"

I pulled away from him, sliding back into my previous seat. I was so thankful that he didn't resist my retreat.

"Where's Chul?"

Jiyong's expression hardened for a split second before he shrugged, "I'm not sure."

I started pushing myself up, out of the water.

He moved towards me, obvious and slow.

"Do you really feel nothing for me, jagi?"

I froze, water lapping around my thighs.

"I can't talk about this right now."

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Someone had packed me an overnight bag. Obviously, the idea of sleeping away from the house hadn't been a complete surprise to the staff. It sat on the queen sized mattress of the quarters I had picked, right where I left it after fishing out my swimming suit just a few hours earlier.

If not for the vague sense of being off-balance and constantly shifting, the room was indiscernible from a mid-range room at a hotel. Well, save for the bed not being a king. I made my way to the shower, eager to rinse the scent of chlorine off of my skin and out of my hair.

I showered quickly, feeling some sort of embarrassment at using fresh water like this while on a boat. I knew the concern didn't really make sense, but it was there nonetheless.

Once finished, I dug through the little bag to find something to wear.

Thankfully, whoever had packed it knew a bit about being on the water. The sun was setting as I tugged a sweatshirt on.

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Returning above deck revealed Jiyong to be lounging on the water resistant cushions that lined an area I had mentally dubbed "the living room".

He wasn't exactly sprawled, but he was somehow taking up more space than seemed logical. He grinned easily when he spotted me, picking up an ashtray that I suspected was made of actual crystal so that I could sit down.

I took the offered seat, glad that - at least for now - the wind was sweeping the wisp of smoke away from me.

"You're like a cat with nicotine addiction."

Jiyong laid his cigarette to rest in the flashy ashtray. Turning his full attention towards me, he pulled both of my legs across his lap.

"Does it bother you?" His hands started carefully pressing into the flesh of my calves in an absent minded massage.

"No, you're okay."

One hand lifted, retrieving the tobacco from its perch. After a deep drag, he returned it to the tray so he could use both hands on my legs again.

"I'd quit if you asked me to," he murmured.

I watched him, propping my head up on one hand as I sat sideways on the couch-like structure.

"I wouldn't ask," I admitted, "I don't think quitting because of someone else works as well."

"Why's that?" He kept his attention on my legs as he spoke.

"Because it makes you feel bitter. 'I have to do this thing because of you' doesn't feel the same as 'I am doing this because I want to', you know?"

He hummed, hands slowly working their way from ankle to knee before switching to the other leg.

"You sound like you're speaking from experience."

My turn to hum.

His hands felt nice. Warm and smooth, applying a pleasant pressure. I slid back, letting myself stretch out on the slightly plastic feeling cushions to relax.

His hands paused, and I managed to catch a slight sound in his throat.

I pushed myself up, propping myself on my elbows to look at him.

"What?"

He shook his head, hands starting their work again.

"Tell me, Jiya," I pressed.

"Jagi…" he sighed, sounding like I was putting him through some sort of torture, "don't make me say it. I am only a man."

I tilted my head, brain working for a moment before it hit me.

"Gosh," I decided to tease him, "your hair must grow pretty fast."

Jiyong flashed a smile, his hands not so subtly moving higher on my legs.

"It grows faster when I spend time with you."

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Dinner was a thankfully simple affair. I had sort of grown accustomed to the background radiation of wealth with the boys around, but if the meal had been extravagant I knew I would have likely been forced into another surreal fugue state.

The meal was interrupted only when Jiyong asked if I felt alright. I admitted that a slight headache was building behind my eyes, so I asked if he happened to have any ibuprofen or anything with him. He nodded, and quickly slipped below-deck. 

When he returned, he handed me two small pills.

After the food had been finished and cleared away, Jiyong and I found ourselves back in the open air lounging area. He disappeared once again. On his return, he greeted me with a steaming cup of deep red tea. It smelled spicy and sweet. Homey. I accepted it easily.

"I thought you'd be making cocktails again," I teased Jiyong lightly.

"You shouldn't drink if you're taking medications."

I nodded before tasting the tea. It tasted like masala chai, but lacked any sort of milk. It wasn't bad.

"I forget how much you look out for me." I placed the tea cup on the back ledge of the seat. Turning to face Jiyong a bit more directly, I tucked my legs underneath myself. "Am I fun to watch?"

Jiyong smiled into his cup, glancing up to meet my eye for a second before looking back down. He was being more shy than I had seen him before.

"I could watch you all day," he quietly answered. He fiddled with the cup in his hands, switching which fingers gripped the handle. "You're my favorite thing to watch."

A chuckle pushed itself out of me, causing a not at all flattering nasal sound to escape. I slapped a hand over my face.

"Cute."

I lowered my hand enough to glare at Jiyong.

"You sound like a stalker," I mumbled through my hand.

He laughed, shaking his head and leaning back.

"It's not like that," he protested, "it's not like I follow you. But if you are around, then I like watching you."

After composing myself, including retucking my legs and retrieving my tea, I decided to stay on topic.

"Is that why you always ask where I am?" I lifted the cup but paused before drinking to tack on, "it seems like that's always the first thing you ask me when you text or call."

Jiyong sighed, but didn't seem actually bothered by the conversation. If I had to guess, I'd say he might have been relieved to get a chance to explain himself.

"I just want to know if you're around," he started, "if you're in the house then I can just talk to you in person."

"What about when you call? When you know I'm out?" I pressed.

He licked his lips, tilting his head slightly before answering.

"I guess I'm just curious. I want to know everything about you all the time," he shrugged, as if that was enough of an excuse.

"But that's controlling, isn't it?"

"How so?" He put his coffee down, hands activating as he spoke, "I'm not telling you 'don't go there' or 'don't see that person', right? I just want to know that you're safe and happy," he shrugged, "no matter where you are."

That sounded awfully… reasonable. At least in comparison with what I had thought Jiyong's opinions were.

"There's still pressure though. If I…" I pursed my lips, trying to come up with a good example, "go out to lunch with Zico, right? You've told me you don't like him, so I have this feeling over me of 'Ah, this is going to be an argument later,' you know?"

"No no no no no," he shook his head and waved his hands, protesting with his whole body. "That's just how I feel about Zico. If it's someone else, I don't mind. And I already know that you don't care what I think. I couldn't be controlling with you even if I tried."

I squinted at him. The way he said "tried" instead of "wanted" rubbed me the wrong way, but I didn't think pointing that out would actually be productive at all.

"Okay, what if I was the type of person who would say, 'oh, oppa doesn't like you so I can't be friends with you'?" The discussion was beginning to feel silly to me, but I still pressed on. "Would you tell me to make up my own mind? Or would you be happy that I was just doing what you wanted?"

Jiyong blinked, mouth slightly agape. His brow dipped, then softened, then dipped again. I thought for sure he would start protesting, or at least pointing out that that wasn't how I am, so what did it matter?

"Is that why you pulled away?" His voice was smaller than I expected, "because you think I want to control you?"

A stone weight of guilt landed in my stomach, at the same time that a wave of softness came over me. Was I really sitting here projecting my fears on him? Had I been feeling so self righteous about it too?

"I…" I paused to think this out. I was pretty sure I had been onto something, but I didn't want to sound too accusatory. "I just want to know what sort of person you are."

He leaned forward, sliding closer. As smoothly as he always did, he managed to get both his and my cups placed out of the way so that he could take my hands into his. Earnesty was writ across his features.

"Jagiya," he shuffled forward a bit more, his knee now pressing up against my leg, "I like that I can't control you. I like that you make friends with everyone, even if I don't like them. I would never tell you to stop meeting with someone."

I was a little surprised by how swiftly the fire of argument had left me. Maybe it was the way he was looking at me, like an abandoned puppy that had followed its owner when they moved to another town. He was so cute. It was getting hard to feel anything but a sort of goofy happiness towards this somewhat sad mess of a man.

"But," I frowned, leaning back against the back of the sofa, "you get so jealous."

"I know jagi," he pouted. He moved to relax next to me, head in hand and elbow on the backrest so he could keep looking at me. "I really do. But that's for me to deal with. Seeing you live a life that makes you happy is the most important thing to me."

I tilted my head as I looked up at him. His eye dropped to my neck, then bobbed back upwards to my jaw, lips, and then eyes. Once our eyes met again I knew that he knew I had seen where his attention had been, but he didn't seem embarrassed at being caught.

"What if I'm happy with someone else?"

Against any possible prediction I could have made, he smiled before tilting in a bit closer.

"Then they've tricked you my love."

Something about that made me giggle. Maybe the magnitude of his self-assuredness. Perhaps the switch to English, as if that would make his point clearer. I didn't know. All I knew was that he was smiling at me as I fought through a fit of laughter.

"Jagiya," he softly called me back into the present.

I hummed, letting him know I was listening.

"Can I touch you?"

I pushed myself to sit up, no longer slouched under his gaze.

"What do you mean?"

He let himself fall deeper into the cushions, holding both arms out in the universal gesture of asking for a hug.

I laughed, only once this time, and situated myself into his arms.

Maybe I was being weak willed. Maybe I was giving in too easily. Maybe a lot of things. But I did like cuddling with Jiyong. I knew that he and I had similar styles in that way. The sort of just… existing while touching style. It was nice.

We laid there, on the thing that was somehow both sofa and structural support for the boat, for a while. I watched clouds slip over the stars and slice of moon above us. Jiyong seemed content with playing with the strings of my sweatshirt.

I felt good. Relaxed. In almost no time, I was drifting to sleep.

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"Come on jagiya."

I was pulled somewhat upright. I fought the tiredness that had settled over me, winning just enough to be able to stand.

I wobbled, suddenly remembering that I was on a boat.

"Here we go."

Jiyong looped an arm around my back, taking my hand in his to direct me below decks. Eventually the passage was too narrow, so he moved in front of me. He directed both of my hands onto his shoulders as he led me down the stairs.

"Careful."

My mouth felt gross. Dry and sticky. I let him lead me without answering his bits of direction.

"In here, right?"

He led me into the room I had chosen.

Directing me to sit on my bed, he nipped into the tiny bathroom for a moment. He returned with a cup of water. He placed it into my hands before kneeling down in front of me.

"Drink that for me, jagi."

I obeyed easily enough. My mouth did feel awful, and arguing for argument's sake wasn't really on my radar at that moment.

Jiyong was untying my shoes, loosening them up enough to slip them off. I couldn't help but be reminded of him doing the opposite.

"What are you going to do about Seungri?"

Jiyong froze, my second shoe half off of my foot.

After a second, he resumed his work. Once the shoe was off he sat back on his heels and looked up at me.

"What do you want me to do?"

He was gazing up at me with an intensity that I maybe should have been used to by now. I shrugged, casting my eyes down to where his fists were clenching onto the bedspread to either side of my legs. His knuckles shone white. I reached down and picked up one of his hands, carefully peeling his fingers away from his palm.

"I don't know," I admitted. "It can't be nothing. He'll hurt someone else."

I laced my fingers between his and tugged at him.

Jiyong knelt up, proximity propelling him to press his body between my legs. I pulled his arm around my waist.

It was, at least partially, the memory of what happened. I wanted to be comforted, and he was there.

Luckily, he took the hint and wrapped his free arm around me as well. He slouched, pressing his cheek against my chest and nodded.

"I'll make sure."

I combed my fingers through his hair, both of us silent for a moment.

"I'm sorry," I whispered.

Jiyong moved back slightly, looking up at me again.

"What?" His brow creased, and his eyes were wide. "Why should you be sorry?"

I shrugged, "for bringing it up."

His hands lifted from my body to cup my face. Thumbs smoothed over my cheeks as he shook his head.

"Jagiya, you should never be sorry for talking to me. Don't hide the things that trouble you from me," he stretched upwards, slightly pulling me to meet him. He pressed his lips against my forehead, before meeting my gaze again. "Okay?"

I nodded.

"As for Seungri… you'll neve-"

"Let's not talk about him now," I interrupted him.

Jiyong nodded, silently acquiescing as he would sometimes do.

I found that one of my hands had traveled from his hair to the collar of his shirt. Convenient.

Slipping forward on the mattress edge, I was aware of just how much he was aware of how close we were. I wasn't planning on exactly doing anything about that, but I still leaned closer and kissed him.

It felt nice. It usually did feel nice to kiss Jiyong. Just like it felt nice when he gently lifted my sweatshirt off of me. When he tucked his hands under my knees. When he lifted me and pushed me back further onto the bed. When he supported himself on his elbows over me. The press of his lips against my neck and shoulder was nice.

"Ji…"

He hummed, not pausing from kissing me.

"Let's try not to argue this week."

He shifted, moving to lay next to me instead of on me. Propping his head on his hand, he looked down at me.

"Is this your way of asking me to leave?"

I shook my head.

"You can stay," I lifted a hand to tap against his chest, "but this is about as far as this will go."

He smiled, tension that was barely noticeable before leaving his features. He worked one arm under me and layed fully on his back. Pulling me towards himself, his free arm tugged my own to lay across his body.

"That's fine jagi. I'm satisfied as long as you're satisfied."

[beautifulpersonpeach]

Ask on Lizzo and Supporting Problematic Faves (Repost)

Anonymous: Hello BPP!!! I saw an ask mentioning Big Bang and you also commented in one of your asks that you don't care about Lizzo being problematic. I'm curious what you think about "separating art from the artist"?

I'm still in the fence on it, as I'm quick to drop artists when they do something questionable and I usually lose any enjoyment I have for their music. But as an Army, I feel like I'm hypocritical because I'm aware that the boys aren't entirely clean either, mistakes were made, stuff happened, but I still thoroughly enjoy their music too. I guess what I'm asking is, where do we draw the line?

Because even thinking of possibly monetarily supporting an artist like Chris Brown makes me recoil, idols who have had bullying scandals also make me eek because who knows if they've really changed? Sometimes I wonder if BTS is as good hearted (in a reasonable, human, way) as we think they are, but since we have plenty of evidence that they are, I want to believe in good faith that it's true. Worrying about it would drive me crazy but my brain can't help it, haha!

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Hi Anon,

First of all, I think there’s a fair amount of false equivalences going on here and honestly, in a lot of discourse around certain artists. It would never occur to me to place BigBang’s Seungri who was convicted for what are basically sex crimes, and Chris Brown who was convicted for domestic violence and assault, in the same sentence within any context with Lizzo who appropriated Asian culture in a photoshoot where the entire direction of that set was by LaChappelle who himself came under little to no fire, and the well known music magazine it was in, Rolling Stone, was also unscathed.

In my opinion it shows an absolutist mindset seen in hyper-religious people who believe all sin is equally bad. When of course, I think that’s nonsense.

So I guess, I’m not the sort of person to stop being interested in an artist the minute I see something I don’t like because I never approach artists expecting perfection. They’re real human beings with all the vices and virtues available to them. And I’ve said this about BTS in several places on my blog. There’s no hard and fast rule as we’re all different and can tolerate different things. Usually, for me, criminal actions are a hard pass. Nothing BTS has been accused of, even in theory or in rumors, comes even close to any of that, obviously.

There are several idols already toeing that line though, but BTS isn’t one of them, at least so far. And by the way, I honestly don’t believe those people who claim to be blindsided when unsavory/criminal news comes out about their idols because in almost every case it should’ve been plausible because of how those idols behaved. BTS is a bit different from most other k-pop idols or groups for a few reasons. The first is that (at least before COVID), they were always being filmed or moving between locations for touring. They’d be recording material for their new albums while on tour and were at some point functioning on less than 3 hours of sleep because of how busy they were. And were almost always together. Like k-pop stans used to make fun of BTS for always being together, saying that they had no life outside of BTS. It was unlikely to even catch them in compromising situations, so nobody was surprised that it was during their first ever long vacation in summer 2019, that we got ‘scandals’ for the first time from the group.

Another reason is the consistency of reports from people who work with them for the first time, those who have worked with them for years, people who are their peers and competitors, people of all races who have consistently vouched for how the boys behave in their personal dealings with them. It will be weird AF if a bullying scandal comes out for Jimin for example who even before BTS blew up, had almost every report from his old school comment positively on his character. There’s already a track record with BTS that has been corroborated from everyone from random fans and non-fans to even their own competitors. Of course it’s always possible we learn tomorrow that Taehyung is a pimp and Namjoon is a drug dealer. If that happens, I’ll rethink what I know of them now.

Something to always remember with BTS is that they are men, born and raised in a hierarchal, homophobic and patriarchal society. Over the course of their career I’ve noticed some of the members’ behaviors and professed beliefs become more progressive, but we never really know what they’re like. All that said, so far, there’s been no need to separate artist from art for me, in the case of BTS.

You’ll draw your line at a place that makes sense to you, and I’ll draw mine in a place that makes sense to me, which for now hovers somewhere around physical violence and/or criminal activities.

Originally posted: March 25th, 2022 12:22pm

[topconfessions]

You are so real for saying the thing about the main reason TOP was chosen for the dearmoon crew. Im not throwing shade. It is was it is. The man doesnt get enough credit for his networking skill. Dare I say he is naturally better at the game than most people would think. Everything about his personality just magically aligns to create this image of warm-on-the-inside cool guy which is already appealing to most people, which I believe he really is but to a much more exaggerated degree in the case of stage image. The thing is, people expect him to be this wild card so even its just him loosen up a bit its already a game changer. He effortlessly charms everyone that way. I think he definitely awares of this power and knows how to use it well. And thats just the tip of the iceberg. Unlike SR, TOP is lucky his main interest is arts. Artist circle has always been full of elites and old money. These guys know how to keep their things behind the curtain. And idk if most fans are aware it, unlike what TOPs trying to do give off that aloof vibe, he care a great deal of what others thing of him. With dearmoon, he definitely has good intentions but it seems lacking self-awareness the way he put it as “for greater cause”, especially when we also have a space-dedicated youtuber on the same crew. Tbh the way I see it, dearmoon is a space business trip lol. TOP just happen to tick all the boxes they have in terms of needing someone with big social influence.

Thank you so much! yes, I had to keep it a 100 and call it for what it is. If top never knew that billionaire or made a close friendship he would never ever be a part of something like this cause technically if we're following merits it should be GD instead of him but TOP is more cultured, wordly and sopthsticated than everyone else in BB by default cause he expanded his interests in mature and lucrative things that he knew would keep him paid for life and elevated. His networking through the art and high art industry paid dividends for him and I'm a little upset for GD not reaching that level himself....He really doesn't get enough credit but at the same time, TOP is seen as so cool and smart that nobody feels the need to credit or praise him cause it's innate and he got it like that LOL.

Yes, exactly. You get what I am saying, TOP picked a lucrative and highly esteemed hobby that has done more for him than he has done for it, but top gives the illusion he has done a lot for the industry. Seungri got wrapped up in the maknae curse of not outgrowing his idol and agency duties of picking activites and business ventures where you yourself have to work overtime to exert physical involvement and be the hype for your product. Seungri played checkers and TOP Played chess, you don't see top involving himself in activities and deals that require him being in public pandering, putting in a lot of work and literal socializing to make his projects a hit like the aori ramen (I may have gotten the name wrong) or burning sun. Burning sun was the worse investment SR ever made and he had to over involve himself in it and overexert himself meanwhile TOP, I mean this nicely, picks hobbies he can be physically lazy in that he already has great interest in that is easy to finnesse if you know what you're doing. what top does despite his immense passion for it, is no different than what a typical tumblr user who loves art just as much as him does. He just incorporates it into his personal and professional life with consistency and the aura of being a master at what he knows.

Also, yes, top knows what he's doing. TOP has excessive spending habits and loves a lavish lifestyle now. He knew and knows he needs an interest / side career that can keep that lucrative income in his pocket. Art is old money and new money combined, the most powerful people in the world are invested in art or have some inclination to it. Seungri took a carrie bradshaw ignorant route and involved himself with ventures that don't pay at all and don't keep your money long, sigh. Good for top though. honestly, if I ever dated an older man or someone of means, I would rush straight to the art scene and snag a man LOL. Sothebys auction house baby, here I come. I'm still waiting for him to do more work with Sothebys but it seems on a stand still and a one time thing back then. TOP needs to get his wine into another business that sells all sorts of wine and not just be a self seller of it, he's too big for that. Also, although it's criminal, you can launder and store money through expensive paintings so we never know if top is the tax evading type to do that.

another thing: I think top avoids relationships at least that serious and mature like the plague cause he knows he wouldn't have the freedom and room to be fully focused on the art world and his wine if he was with someone. this sounds mean but dating is like being a parent to an adult you are having sexual / romantic relations with. I know thats a weird analogy but it is. Especially with top dating the younger girls. it's a responsibility and you can't really rise in the art world with a hanger on unless it's a woman who has her own wealth and interests or is from the same industry.

Basically. He fit what they were looking for and he had great influence but wasn't TOO overhyped or like craze worthy i.e a bts guy that would have distracted from the mission itself. The billionaire chose well in picking top. Yeah, this is honestly just a pleasure cruise and space business trip for experimenting. It's not for any charitable cause or specfic Nasa research, you know how top is, he has to verbally elevate things to make it grander than what it is LOL.

goodluck to top and I hope he has fun this will breathe new life into him for sure. He will accomplish something many humans never have. This is what he needed to rehab and repair his image. Once he does this space mission he will no doubt have the weed scandal 100% behind him especially if he can capitalize off of it more. I hope he continues working on that album too.

[keehomania]

Also 2nd question. Who is Jay Park? I though he was just a rapper who got clowned for the way he dances to Enhypen songs.

this is the funniest rhing ever im creasing oh my god. jay park was born in seattle but he's obviously korean. he was originally in the band 2pm (2008) they were a big hit back then alongside suju, shinee, 2ne1, etc. needless to say, he was kicked out of the band after he left korea, from what i remember. all because he signed a contract with another music label while he was still under jyp. fans weren't aware of this reason and proceeded to come up with rumors: getting a trainee pregnant, abusing other members, having sex with jokwon (2am), dealing drugs, laundering money, and pissing on stage. none of these are true lol. the issues really started when knetizens leaked his old myspace comments where he jokingly said that “korea is gay/koreans are gay.” that was when the real shitshow started and korea as a whole turned on him. he has since apologized for that. he created his own record label, “aomg”, in 2013. following his myspace drama, he defended an artist by the name of darko for wearing dreads, he himself also wore dreads, compared listening to kpop to cultural appropriation, compared himself to Allah swt. (astagfiruallah) in his song “mukkbang”, and made a rape joke on vine about 10 years ago. with that being said, he has apologized and grown over the years. regarding his current career, i'd say he's doing fine. he hasn't been wearing durags or mocking religion and that's definitely an improvement ig. nobody is obligated to defend or forgive or even support him, but my point was that a lot of idols have said some uneducated things, and it's important to hold them accountable, but i've seen people compare jay park to seungri and taeil which is just insane to me. then again, i'm not black so i have absolutely no say in the situation regarding him wearing durags, dreadlocks and so on, so it really varies from person to person.

[confusedfangirl13]

I feel like a fucking idiot 

[exo-s-victory-lap]

I'm not quite sure how to phrase this but I think that for idols who debut and get famous young its actually good for them to have a minor and non career ending scandal. Like to get big while you're still a kid and never have a scandal either means that you were able to hold yourself on an inhumanly tight leash before your brain was finished forming or that people covered up everything you did. I don't think either leads to very functional adults in the long run. Having the scandal and learning how to move on from it teaches them that scandals aren't the end of the world and that as long as you grow and learn you'll be fine. But having the scandal in the first place teaches you that you WILL be made accountable for your actions and that money and fame won't excuse you.

[bangriseyo]

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[metaangelz]

who read the latest news on burning sun..

[khhkpopfashion]

Hey guys,

It‘s not like i‘ve been active on here, but i‘m not going to post anymore at all.

For the past 1-2 years half the artists i used to like and post here turned out to be terrible people. Be it Kris Wu being a rapist, Seungri (bigbang in general tbh), everything about bitchass Jay Park, Jackson & Lay being big supporters of the CCP, other idols bullying people to the point they become suicidal, saying or doing racist things again and again, having no regard for anyone‘s culture, the sexism from male idols and the new addition: showing support for isra€l for no reason at all.

I‘m aware the people i did post weren‘t unproblematic at all (my biases were namjoon n i really liked jooheon too lmao). i think there‘s no unproblematic group or person out there, but kpop has reached the point where at least once a week yet another idol or artist fucks up so bad you look at them differently. I personally don‘t want to be part of this anymore even if i never was someone to really idolize or stan anyone.

insha'Allah one day you guys are going to be freed from the shackles of kpop too.

[yoongsisbae]

My Current BTS Fic Recs (1)

There are times when I read a story and just have to stop and be like...this is free? This author isn’t a professional? I don’t believe it. These are those times:

He wonders sometimes if you truly knew the effect you had on him as his lips ghost over your skin with the briefest of touches. He wants to drown in you. This is the only place he’s ever felt safe. You exhale a shaky breath that sounds a lot like his name. He pushes your hair over your shoulder allowing his lips to roam your decliotage freely. There’s not a part of your body he hasn’t kissed, he thinks. He laves his way up your throat and meets your awaiting mouth. He can taste your strawberry lip balm, a taste he will forever associate with you. Yoongi x reader F2L hurt comfort by @hollyxqx

Yoongi’s story is so heartbreaking, you feel for him, but you also feel for y/n, because she deserves more. The moments when they are lost in their own little world are beautiful and then the harsh reality of the world around them crashes down. I love this story and I hope they get their happy ending!

He leaves behind his shoulder that beautiful vision and walks into the kitchen, hit once again by the reality: he is scattered everywhere, in your house. He is in those furin he bought you during his last tour in Japan, now swinging in the breeze above your window; he is in those cans of his favorite beer next to the fridge, he is in the table set for two, and in the photographs he took while on tour and that you hung on your walls. Idol!Yoongi x reader fluff one shot by @inkofyoongi

This is so domestic and sweet and hot, this Yoongi is so cute, I was cheering him on the whole way. Vale’s writing style is just my favorite to read.

He held you under the waves, he filled your lungs with water. He surrounded you, in his embrace, you were already dead, what was the point in trying to breathe? Yandere!Namjoon x reader drabble by @jiminiesfavouritecolourisblue

THERE IS NO WAY THIS IS YOUR FIRST TIME WRITING NAH I DON’T BELIEVE IT. This short drabble is perfect in every way, the buildup in so few words, the tone, the ending, the desperation...

“Please what?” Taehyung asked, low in his throat, and at that point you finally realized that the asshole had been egging you on since the very beginning. But you weren’t in a position to argue. Taehyung was well aware, of course, which only meant one thing. He wanted to hear you beg. Taehyung x reader college AU one-shot pwp by @smasmashin

Taehyung is devastating in this. I might as well be a puddle on the floor. Smash's smut is unmatched! Unparalleled! Other words that start with un and end with SmashisoneofthebestwritersIknow.

Your body unfurling like the petals of a flower beneath him, spilling your nectar into his throat and coating his teeth that tugs on your folds. Mafia!Jungkook x reader one-shot dubcon/noncon by @cosmostae

I can't get over their writing, I really can't, it's just too good. Want a truly sadistic mafia man, no you don't, but you can let this mafia JK destroy your life instead.

Yoongi felt a little light headed as all of the blood from his brain seemed to rush to his cock.  He loved watching you pull down that smug veneer and tease an orgasm out of that prick Seungri.  But this… watching TOP use you, being polite and respectful, but essentially using you as a tool to get himself off, being a hole to dump his cum into, was amazing. Yoongi x reader angst cuckold hero origin story by @noona-la-la-la

I have never in my life imagined I would like the idea of cuckolding until this story, I am now a believer, at least when it comes to Yoongi! This has the perfect amount of angst and smut. Everything the characters go through all the pain and confusion, the mistakes and revelations to get to this moment...it’s still one of my favorite Yoongi stories ever. I’ve read it way too many times I lost count at this point.

I highly highly recommend these stories and authors 💜💜💜

[gdsplay]

I’m so glad seungri has been charged! OT4!

can I ask what you meant when you said that the other members try go steer him and warn him about his behaviour?

I reblogged a post regarding it earlier today. The member’s told Seungri a long time ago that he didn’t like his choice of friends outside of BigBang, they stated they received bad vibes from the group. They’ve constantly called him out for years on his behavior explaining to why it’s wrong for him to act out in a certain. In 2012 with his first alleged sex scandal the members were livid with him. Even Taeyang and Daesung commented how they were not pleased with how Seungri treats women.

They were always on his back trying to steer him in the right direction for the better but he just did not care the slightest to change. I just know he’s regretting it now.

Watch their 2017 welcome edition. Watch any concert from Made era. Hajimari no sayonara is a really good one to view. They really didn’t hold back their feelings with him. It’s all delivered in a joking value but it’s quite obvious it was meant than used for laughter.

Gdragon has always had his battles with Seungri, he dissed him in his one song middle fingers up. Seungri also tried to convince the members to let him use their social media accounts to promote his business. That was quickly dropped and put to an end. Why do you think you never saw any of the active members on social media ever promote him? Even album wise they didn’t. Seungri was so obsessed with Gd’s popularity and fame he thrived off of it and wanted to be like him. Why do you think Seungri pushed Nyongtory so hard? Fans paid attention to him for once and hyped him up. Anything for attention and fortune.

He traveled to one of Daesung’s Japan showings, pretending he came to cheer him on when that was exactly the opposite. Daesung was well aware of Seungris antics and he called him out right in stage. He’s goal of storming into Daesung’s concert was to promote his new Aori ramen restaurant opening in that city.

The member’s have tried to help him but Seungri never cared and was to caught up in the hustle. They were aware he would somehow screw up but never the depths of how. Knowing nothing about burning sun or what he was really up to this has to be the biggest slap in the face for them.

The member’s have also said during the years that Seungri stopped hanging out with them, going on birthday dinners, and once Taeyang spoke up and said that Seungri was the only member that never sat down once to meet Hyorin, someone so special and important to Taeyang that his own ‘’brother’’ couldn’t take time out of his busy illegal schedule and meet the love of his life. Vips do not care and are too worried defending Seungri when he couldn’t careless about bigbang or fans.

[j-a-nuary]

Date Roulette: Seunghyun

Sunday

Intro Week Start

Seungri Week Start

Daesung Week Start

Taeyang Week Start

Previous

Next

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I'm putting a dubcon warning on this. In as much as explicitly asking for it can be dubious. It will make sense when you get to it.

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The battle against guilt and self-judgment had started the night before, and continued on through the morning after. Somewhat.

Luckily, we had a show to shoot, with plans and everything. I was not left to my own devices for too long, and we were busy enough to force the deeply seeded thoughts of shame out from my mind.

It started, as a fair number of my mornings had, with my phone ringer going off at a god awful hour.

"Unless this is Chul, fuck off."

"And since it is me?"

I groaned, heavily working myself into a somewhat upright position. Switching over to the speakerphone, I laid my phone on the bed and started patting around for my glasses.

"I guess I'll listen. What's up?"

"You know how we interviewed you about two times and then never did again?"

I nearly poked myself in the eye with the arm of my glasses. "They want an interview?"

"They want an interview," he confirmed.

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"What sort of relationship were you seeking to build when you first came here?"

I sat somewhat cross-legged on the sofa. Resting an arm against the armrest, I leaned my head into my palm as I thought over the question.

The fact that it was phrased in a leading manner could not be denied. But I could perhaps play with word meanings.

"Just a brief fan meeting type, I suppose. I had no idea what to expect."

They had chosen a female staff member to ask the questions. I wondered briefly what sort of market research had led to that decision. Perhaps they simply felt that there was too much testosterone in general on the show. Or was she supposed to put me at ease? Fulfilling some notion about women gossiping together.

"Right," she seemed hesitant. The fact that I had come in blind should have been common knowledge by now, but she still seemed surprised by my answer. "After you were made aware though, did you start holding any expectations for the members?"

I took a deep breath, trying not to squint at her. She wasn't the one that came up with these questions. Probably.

Actually she might have been. How was I to know? I pursed my lips and clicked my teeth before answering.

"Not really? I just had this thought of 'let's put on a good show and then move on', you know?"

"You didn't think that they would develop feelings?" She pressed, "or that you would?"

I sighed, straightening up and letting my hand drop. Trying to let out some of my building anxiety, I started tapping my fingers against the armrest.

"Yes and no. If you push people together, something will develop. It could be bad or good, and it can change."

She looked like she was going to ask another question, but I forged ahead.

"But having cameras, there's an urge to perform. There's no way of knowing if anything is real, even when it's happening to you in real time."

"You've had some time without cameras with the members, right?"

"Yes," I nodded. There was no point in denying it.

"Do they act differently? With no audience?"

"Yes and no," I chuckled to myself, knowing that the producers were probably tired of answers like that. "It depends on the person."

"Who acts the most the same?"

I tilted my head, pursing my lips as I considered this.

"Should I rank them?" I asked. I lifted a hand, holding it flat at my eye level. "From the same," I lowered my hand to mid-chest height, "to the most different?"

I nodded. Furrowing my brow, I worked through how much I could say without it getting cut.

"Seunghyun is the same. Maybe a little kinder off camera, but we joke the same, and he's probably the person I have the least concern about acting."

"You feel that he's genuine," the producer offered.

I thought about it for a second, then laughed again.

"I guess I do. Which is strange considering that at first I thought he…" I paused, raising a hand to my mouth. "Can I swear?"

She shook her head slightly.

Lowering my hand, I sighed. Cooking my head, I clicked my teeth.

"I may have misjudged him at first."

She nodded, a small smile briefly gracing her features.

"Who is next?"

"Daesung," I said simply, "without a doubt. Actually maybe he should be first?" I made a show of thinking it over, filling time. "Him and Seunghyun are tied for first I think. Both of them are…" I trailed off.

What were they? Honest? I didn't exactly have any reason to doubt that. Genuine? Maybe.

"There's not a lot of acting there," I finished. It felt inadequate, but somehow the most honest description.

"And next?"

"Jiyong and Taeyang are similar as well. Or," I checked myself, "at a similar level anyway. They each have the same amount of change on and off camera, but in different ways."

"How so?"

"Taeyang is kinder than I first thought. After we discussed our differences, it was easier for us to get along."

"And Jiyong?"

"Jiyong is…"

I glanced around the room, and across into the kitchen. None of the boys were in sight. Leaning forward slightly, I lowered my voice.

"He won't see this, right? Before airing?"

The woman looked a little surprised.

"I don't…" she looked around, checking with the other staff members.

Chul interceded.

"No, he won't."

"Ah," I nodded, settling back into my seat, "in that case: Jiyong is very intense. He's very charming on camera, but at times he's a bit…"

Could I say what I wanted to say? Would it just be cut? I glanced at Chul. He gave me one of his perky little nods that always seemed like encouragement. I tried to school my expressions, muting myself as much as I could manage without going completely blank.

"Jiyong is very possessive off camera. I don't think he considered that there would be any real competition from the others."

My interviewer stared at me. Her mouth opened and closed a few times. I decided to keep talking, to cover time and give her a chance to catch up.

"Of course I spoke to him about it. He agreed to back off for a while, which has turned into him not speaking to me at all unless I start the conversation."

She appeared even further behind.

"Saying it out loud like that, I've only just realized how childish it sounds."

Chul was hiding a grin behind a coffee cup that I highly suspected was empty.

Someone cleared their throat. It seemed to spur the woman into gear.

"Seungri is the most different, then?"

I felt my eyelids flutter as I tried not to think about the night I had ended up sleeping in Zico's studio. Then, I was barely conscious of my body at all.

"Of course," I paused, trying to remember how my hands and arms worked. I managed to cross them in front of my body, wrapping myself in a sort of empty hug.

"He seemed playful and fun at first. On camera." My voice sounded dull, even to my own ears. "We don't acknowledge each other off camera."

"Why is that?"

I glanced at the woman, only to see the curiosity on her face. For a second, I hated her for asking about this. I wanted to lash out, to physically remove her, and the rest of the staff, from my presence.

Instead I lifted my eye to stare down the camera.

"Because I'll never forgive him."

I could hear her begin to ask another question, but my body was moving. I didn't have a clear idea of where I was going. I just needed to be anywhere but here. Anywhere that I wouldn't be surrounded by people just doing their jobs and picking at a barely scabbed over wound. Because that's all she was doing. Her job. Ask questions, dig into the real dynamics of what could loosely be called my relationships with the boys. She didn't know what she was digging at.

Unless she did. Unless they all did. Which, really, wasn't too much of a stretch. Chul knew. Maybe not precise details, but he knew something. Why wouldn't the others?

"Luna! Hey!"

A hand landed on my arm. I jerked away roughly.

"Wait, I… sorry. Are you okay?"

I turned to face the person who had caught up with me.

"I can't do this oppa."

He looked surprised, clearly caught off guard by the title.

"You," he took a deep breath, "you don't have to."

He held a hand out towards me. Instead of taking it, I wrapped my arms around him. It was unfortunate for him, but he'd have to deal with it.

"It" being me. My tears. My makeup, running and ruining his shirt. My body, shaking and shuddering as I mumbled through my hands and the cloth of his shirt. My body, sagging against him as I lost the energy and will to hold myself upright.

"Jagi…" he settled his arms around my body, "my jagi. You're okay."

I cried. I sobbed. I was by no means a screamer, so instead I wailed. I caused a damn scene. I was vaguely aware that he had lowered the both of us to the ground. Him, kneeling and rocking me slowly. Me, for once not even pretending to have my shit together.

Jiyong's hands soothed over my back and hair. I could feel his lips on my forehead, moving as he kept talking.

"I know jagi. It's been so hard. I know. You'll be okay. I've got you."

He really did. Despite our lack of communication over the last little while, he was really showing up in the moment. He wasn't trying to shush me. He wasn't trying to whisk me away from cameras, staff, or even just the odd passer-by.

Not that I was aware of that at the moment. I wasn't even aware that we were on the front lawn of the house. The only things I really knew at that point were tears and arms and a soft voice.

"I've got you. It's going to be okay Jagi. You'll be alright. Let it out. My jagi."

I couldn't even remember how I had gotten here, or why I had started crying. My brain was nothing but fog, hurt, and that strange urge to make everyone near me know. The need to be heard. I was upset and I needed to make it someone else's problem for a while.

My chest hurt. I became aware of a strangling noise.

"Jagi? Jagi I need you to breathe. Take a breath with me, okay?"

Oh. The noise is me.

Jiyong repositioned his hold on me. He gripped my arms, making me meet his eyes.

"Come on now," he nodded, "take a breath in with me Jagi."

He exaggerated his inhale, raising his head and expanding his chest. I mimicked him.

"Good, good jagi. Okay now out."

He exaggerated that as well, collapsing inwards slightly. Again, I followed his example.

"Okay. You're doing so well, jagi. Can you stand up for me?"

I shook my head, vision blurring with a fresh wave of tears.

"That's okay jagi. We can just stay here and breathe for a while."

My shoulders heaved forward, another wail forcing itself out of me.

=====

I didn't know how much time had passed. I didn't know how many people had come and gone. I wasn't even really aware of moving. Standing up, walking back inside with Jiyong's arm clasped tightly around my waist to guide me… that had happened to someone else. I hadn't witnessed that.

"Baby sips, baby sips…"

Jiyong held a cup to my lips. An herbal-ish scent rose from the green/brown tinted water inside it. I grimaced, but did as he said.

It tasted bitter and faintly spicy. Medicinal.

"What is it?"

My throat felt sore. Raw. Ragged from crying for who knows how long.

"It's just to help you relax," he set the cup next to me, "I know it doesn't taste great."

My eyes hurt as well. Similar to having a migraine, and there was a sort of green haze settling behind anything that moved.

I squeezed my eyes shut.

"Tired," I mumbled.

"I know jagi," Jiyong's hand rubbed over my arm softly, "but you need to rehydrate."

There was a faint electric humming next to me.

The fridge.

I leaned against it, realizing that I had been brought to the kitchen. For a moment, I vaguely wondered if it had been Seunghyun who had placed me to sit on the counter.

No, I thought, he wouldn't leave me like this.

Was that true? I didn't know. It seemed true. Especially given the back and forth between him and Jiyong.

"Just take another sip for me jagi."

I groaned, but let the weight of the cup part my lips. I was so tired, and my head hurt so much. I felt vaguely nauseous as well.

Dehydration, my mind supplied as explanation.

The tea might have tasted bad, but Jiyong was right. I needed to drink.

"You're doing so well jagi," I felt him brush my hair out of my face, "I'm sorry."

I tried peeking my eyes open, but quickly shut them again at the strain my eyes immediately felt.

"Why?"

"I didn't do a good job taking care of you, did I?"

I frowned.

"Not a baby."

"I know jagi," he conceded, "I know you can take care of yourself."

He was speaking softly, but it was still too loud.

Maybe I really did have a migraine coming on.

"Ji…" I frowned, but quickly stopped as even that felt bad.

"Yes jagi?"

"Can you get me ibuprofen?"

"Hmm," he sounded like he was truly thinking it over, "I think I only have paracetamol."

I would have sighed, but knew that even that might send another round of pain between my eyes.

"Don't care. Anything. My head…"

I felt his fingers press to my forehead, causing me to flinch. The reaction was partially from the pain, but mostly from surprise.

"Okay. I'll be right back. Will you be alright on your own jagi?"

I hummed an agreement, focusing now on just pressing my head against the cool metal of the fridge.

An idea forced itself through the headache.

"Wait!" I grit my teeth and wrenched my eyes open, "where are the others?"

Jiyong frowned, taking a few steps backward to return to his spot in front of me.

"They went ahead to the group outing. Though," he reached up and again gently brushed my hair back from my face, "I think we ought to cancel for today jagi."

I slowly nodded, letting my eyes shut again.

"Sorry."

"Don't apologize. You've done nothing wrong."

=====

My headache still hadn't dissipated by the time the rest of the boys returned to the house.

It was surprising, the way that Jiyong kept an eye on me. Maybe it shouldn’t have been though.

He set his laptop up on my vanity table, quietly working while I laid in the darkened space trying to will myself into getting better.

Any time I moved he'd move to kneel on the floor next to my bed, petting my hair back. Or he would sit next to me, offering me assistance in sitting up and drinking either water or more of that herbal tea.

After two cups, I refused the tea.

"It's so gross," I complained.

"I know jagi," he agreed, "but it really will make everything better."

"I don't care," I rolled away from him, curling up facing away, "I just want water right now."

I heard him sigh, followed by the quiet clatter of the teacup being placed back onto its saucer. A moment later, his fingers softly looped my hair away from my face. I could feel the bed shift as he leaned closer.

"My jagi… so stubborn…"

Silence.

And then.

"I'll be right back."

The bed flexed back into position as he stood. I could tell that I had been left alone. The pain in my head, and the ache in my eyes, made it impossible for me to check my phone for the time. I had no idea how long I was alone, but it couldn't have been much more than fifteen minutes.

My solitude was interrupted by quiet arguing outside my door.

"She's not feeling well…"

"What's the difference between you checking in on her, and me doing it?"

"She's probably asleep."

"So I'll just poke my head in. In and out, silent. Just let me by, Jiyong."

I could recognize the voice now, working it out slowly through the miasma of pain.

"Dae?" I called out.

The voices went silent.

I rolled towards the door and called again.

"Daesung?"

The door slowly opened, letting a small sliver of light into the room.

"Yes, pet?"

"Come here."

I blinked a few times, clearing my sight as he approached.

He sat on the bed next to me, hand slipping into mine.

"Do you need anything, pet?"

Jiyong stood behind him, placing a glass of water on the bedside table.

"Lay with me."

Daesung carefully took a place next to me, laying on top of the covers that currently encased me.

I wriggled until I was able to loop my arm across his body. Settling my head into the crook of his shoulder, I sighed, letting my eyes close again.

"You should drink some water jagi."

I opened my eyes again. Jiyong stood next to the bed still. His face was impassive. The neutral expression of someone hiding their emotions.

"Later," I closed my eyes again, "just want to sleep for a bit."

"Of course jagi," even his voice sounded blank now, "I'll leave you to it."

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"Please stop squirming like that, pet."

Daesung's voice was low in my ear, more of a mumbling whine than anything else.

I blinked, waking up for what seemed like the hundredth time that day. Thankfully, my headache had finally faded. But I still felt tired, like I had just gotten over a particularly nasty flu.

I found myself on my side, still using Daesung's arm as a pillow. Daesung himself was settled behind me, his other arm draped protectively over my side and around my body.

"Hot," I whined.

"Okay," he was still mumbling, "I got it."

His arm that was holding me against his body started working the blanket off of me. Given our position, it mostly ended up wedged between us.

"Is that better?"

"Mm."

Against his request of a moment ago, I started squirming in earnest. Slowly, groggily, I worked myself to face him. Catching him by some amount of surprise, I managed to push him onto his back and situate myself atop him. Burying my face in his neck, I promptly went still.

He wasn't soft. Not exactly. But his body felt comfortable enough under mine.

"Permission to flirt?" His hands ran up and down my back, sometimes moving in soothing circles, sometimes gingerly sweeping along my spine.

"Hm?" I was comfortable. Perhaps for the first time today.

"Just to say one thing my pet, then I'll let you get back to sleep," he paused, fingers tracing over my skin where my shirt had ridden up, "or whatever it is you're doing."

I could live with that.

"Permission granted."

"My pet is so lenient to me," he sighed.

"One thing," I prompted him.

"It's a bit…" he trailed off.

I knew what he was getting at. Nuzzling into his neck even further I encouraged him to keep going.

"Tell pet."

"I feel bad," he started, "but having you like this…"

He paused, taking a moment to run his hands back under my shirt.

"Having you put me where you want me, talking in my ear…"

His fingers pressed into my back, slowly working at my muscles.

"Pet, you turn me on so badly."

I groaned, perhaps exaggerating how nice his hands felt, before responding.

"Are you hard for me Dae?"

I felt his hips buck slightly, but I was positioned too high on his body for it to do much of anything for either of us.

"How could I not be? With my pretty kitty crawling on top of me like this?"

I stayed quiet for a moment. The kitty part was new, but I wasn't exactly opposed to it. Daesung had already proven, twice now, how compatible we could be.

But where was the fun in just going along so easily?

"Dae~!" I whined, rubbing my face against his neck, "I'm si~ck."

He heaved another sigh, twisting his head to try to look at me.

"I know, pet. I'm awful, aren't I? Here you're having such a bad day and all I can think of is how good I want to make you feel."

I pulled away slightly, allowing our eyes to meet.

He really was so pretty. How hadn't I noticed in the beginning?

"Will you forgive me?" He pouted around the words.

Nodding slightly, I pressed my lips against his.

"I want you Dae," I whispered the words against his mouth, not quite wanting to break away yet. "Can I have you?"

He let out something between a sigh and a groan. His body seemed to deflate slightly under me.

"Are you sure? I know you're not feeling well."

I took his bottom lip between my teeth for a moment before kissing him again. Digging my hands into his hair, I prolonged the kiss a bit longer than absolutely necessary. Finally pulling away, I tried to sound as pathetic and needy as I could. It wasn't a difficult feat, considering how my day had gone so far.

"Please Dae," I nuzzled myself back against his neck so that the next words were whined directly into his ear.

"Won't you make your pet feel better?"

=====

I grinned down at Daesung. His brow was tense, and I could see the faintest sliver of teeth that had been whitened to within an inch of their life gripping at his lower lip.

"Kitty, huh?"

Daesung groaned, though that may have been just as much due to my refusal to move as it had to do with the question.

"Yes," he breathed the word out. His hands rubbed up and down my thighs, as if he were using the feeling to stop himself from moving.

I tightened a specific muscle group.

"Please," he managed to choke out through another groan.

"Please what?" I teased.

He lifted his hands, reaching towards my face. Intercepting his hands, I placed them on my chest, over my shirt.

This drew another pout from him.

"Be nice to me, won't you, pet?”

I grinned down at him, still not moving.

“I think I’m being very nice to you.” I leaned down, drawing a hissing sound from him as he drew a sharp breath between his teeth. “I’m letting you feel me,” I pecked his lips, “and I’m barely making any jokes about the kitty thing.” I nuzzled back into place, tucking my face away in his neck.

Slowly, I could feel him relax under me. His resistance morphing into passivity over a few moments. Eventually, hands once again drawing patterns on my back under my shirt, he spoke up again.

“Do you not like it?”

“Hmm?”

“Pretty kitty,” he murmured, “should I not call you that?”

“I don’t mind Dae.”

He was so warm. Not an overbearing heat, like the blankets had been before. A comforting warmth that only truly comes from human contact.

“But do you like it? I won’t say it if you don’t like it.”

My eyes were shut. Despite the somewhat compromising position we were in - him with his pants and underwear simply undone and moved out of the way, me with my own clothing simply pushed aside - I was so comfortable that I was having a hard time keeping myself awake.

“I like you Daesung. I don’t care what you call me, as long as it’s not mean.”

=====

When I next woke up, it was from Daesung untangling our bodies.

I groaned, but didn't stop him. Rolling onto my back, I frowned at the faintly returning headache that was threatening to take up residence behind my eyes once again.

"Where're you going?"

Daesung leaned over me, softly running his nose against my cheek.

"I have to go get myself decent, pet. The others are making dinner."

He shifted, slowly moving further and further away.

There was something I was forgetting. I was sure of it. Mentally running down what happened so far today, I grabbed Daesung's wrist.

"Is production mad?"

He paused, then returned to the bed. Pressing his lips against my temple, he answered my question with a question.

"Why would they be mad?"

"It's group day," I mumbled, "I assume there was some event planned."

Daesung relaxed his weight onto the mattress a bit more, giving in completely to what seemed to be his inherent need to cuddle.

"Your health comes first."

=====

Approximately half an hour later, I was sat on one of the kitchen stools. Resting my head against the counter, I watched as Seunghyun carefully plated some food.

"Here," he placed the painstakingly prepared plate next to me, "you need to eat."

Not moving from my spot, I frowned. I didn't want to remove my face from the cool granite, but he was probably right.

"Baby," Seunghyun spoke softly, "I won't let you starve yourself over this."

Groaning, I hauled myself up until I was sitting at least close to straight. "I'm not starving myself," I grumbled, "I just still feel sick."

"Here," Jiyong approached from where he had been quietly shuffling around the kitchen behind Seunghyun, "try to at least drink some tea, jagi."

I accepted the cup from him, noting that he had used the mug that was unofficially mine. "Thanks Ji."

I sipped the tea. It had the spicy bitter tang from earlier, but it was obvious he had mixed whatever herbal medicine it was with my regular tea. Still, I grimaced.

Seunghyun frowned. "What kind of tea is that?"

Jiyong said a name in what sounded like Chinese, explaining that it was supposed to be good for stress.

I forced myself to take another sip before starting on the asparagus that sat on the plate Seunghyun had served me.

The boys kept up a quiet conversation, carefully avoiding talking about what had happened that morning.

I was vaguely aware of the others moving in and out of the kitchen as I did my best impression of eating. Daesung paused as he passed me, passing a quick skim of his hand along my arm in what seemed like a soothing gesture. I hummed at him and pushed the food around my plate.

It wasn't that the food was bad, and I was hungry - there was just that slowly building headache that made moving my jaw feel like torture in slow motion.

=====

"Baby."

I looked up, managing to meet Seunghyun's eye for about half a second before letting my eyes shut again. Somehow the countertop was simultaneously the single most, and least, comfortable thing to sleep on.

I groaned out a questioning tone, hoping that would pass for a good enough response.

"Do you want to see a doctor?"

I pushed myself upwards. Halting once I reached something that could generously be called "sitting up", I blinked and slowly shook my head.

"I jus' needa sleep," I slurred, feeling too tired to live.

He squinted slightly, but nodded. Circling around the breakfast bar, he held an arm out. Waving his hand, he gestured me towards him.

"Come on," he said quietly, "let's get you back to bed."

I let him pull me off of my chair, and under his arm. As gently as I think he knew how, he directed me down the hall and towards my room.

“This is so dramatic,” I complained, watching him open my door, “I just had a bad day.”

“I know baby,” he nodded as he directed me to sit down, “but it was pretty bad. Here,” he knelt in front of me, drawing one of my feet into his hands. First one, then the other, he removed my slippers. He took the extra time to carefully arrange them next to my bed before looking back up at me.

“Let me take care of you.”

I held his gaze for a moment that stretched out too long. The world tilted slightly, and he stood as it did. Bent at the waist, his hands guided me down to the pillow as I let exhaustion take over once again.

“Hyunnie.”

“I’ve got you.”

“Stay with me.”

[topconfessions]

I may be in the minority on this but I kinda feel bad for Seungri. I mean its not like hiring a prostitute is really that out of the norm for business people and the wealthy even in Korea. He just happened to not have enough wealth and power to brush his misdeeds under the rug.

Hiring a prostitute is the norm for EVERY businessman and wealthy ALLOVER THE WORLD, especially in the west in america and in Korea. I hate to say it, but him being an idol killed that hustle and put a massive stain on that. a lot of fans of idol music are kids, teens, immature young adults and grown adults who either somehow don't know how these industries work or somewhat know but want to be outraged anyway. It doesn't make it right or okay, but it is what it is. it only becomes an issue if there are women who are hurt who did not consent or knowingly were aware of what was about to transpire. Yep.

This is why I side eye bigbang for giving him the abrupt cold shoulder. Is it cause what he did was shitty or is it cause they had to deal with the blowback of it and it trickles down on them? I'm just realistic about it, if they had all the power or protection they would be participating too.

TOP is on the dearmoon team due to connections and nothing but connections period. He networked well like Seungri, but better than Seungri and quietly, he lucked out majorly by befriending the right people like the billionaire. I'm happy for TOP and it's a huge amazing opportunity that will actually rehab his image (we know top is truly passionate about this and isnt it for superficial things, but it's just the truth of the matter) but that's the thing. Seungri didn't get lucky to cross paths with a highly esteemed billionaire who did him a favor and included him in something like this. It gives me hope that if Seungri gets out he will get lucky or make smart decisions and change his social group enough to make a solid connection or friend like top did that can help repair his image and set him straight.

At the end of the day burning sun had more severe allegations and it all came together in a way to present Seungri as a pimp. I won't give definite opinions but to me he's a participant but more so a face of the operation while the others behind it pulled the heavy lifting of the nasty deeds.

just pray for him.