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2017 BTS LIVE TRILOGY || EPISODE III THE WINGS TOUR TRAILER

aka me being forever salty that we never got the full version of this remix

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day 244/547 until joon returns cr. namuspromised

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2015 BTS LIVE TRILOGY: EPISODE I. BTS BEGINS

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SUGA scheduled a live! : SUGA 'd-day' — April 25th, 10am

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series summary. the holy grail of the seven men who ruled the country's entertainment used to be your friends at school. now, ten years later and between successes and failures, what reason would they have to want to come back into your life? pairing. platonic ot7 x f!reader for now content. first of all, english is not my first language so sorry for any mistakes! curse words, angst, reader becomes sus, fighting (in the wrong way), angry and mean jin? self-doubt. a/n. hi guysssssss!!! sorry it's taking me this long always, but i finally finished this part! i actually just finished it and it's almost 2am and i have to go to work in fivehours. i'm publishing this part as it is and maybe tomorrow if i have the time i'll look at it again, bc i'm really exhausted right now. and also please forgive me if there are any mistakes in the text;((((. but i hope you guys enjoy this 7k monster of a chapter and i'll see you next time!!

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The fourth book of your saga was a reflection of everything you had gone through when you moved with your family to the capital. You finished the third book when you had barely been in the city for a month and maybe that's why it didn't have a happy ending and why everyone who had read the trilogy had been devastated with that ending. It wasn't something you had planned from the beginning, but it wasn't something that ruined the plot either. It was actually much better than you had planned.

And when you finally finished with the trilogy, starting to write again wasn't hard, especially with so many mixed emotions and so much repressed pain coming back to the surface uninvited.

Maybe you hadn't been in connection with your strong feelings since then, when the city constantly reminded you that you had lost the only people you considered your true friends and the pain of their absence and the harsh reality was a knife burying itself in your chest over and over again. You hadn't felt this much since the moment you realized that they were able to live their lives without you, but you had to go through the mourning of losing them.

You hadn't felt this much since then, until that moment when, having been just a day since you had decided you would take the path of healing, you had to reopen the draft of your fourth book and find all those angry paragraphs, spit out words, piled up letters and whole pages filled with pure rage and pain; of disappointment and realization… of betrayal.

“Are you going to start again already? Don't you think you deserve a break?”

The words Yuna had spoken to you that morning were echoing in your head from the moment you read the first words of this draft and the memories began to well up, emotions making your hair stand on end and your throat close up.

It was almost funny to remember how incredibly angry you were when you first arrived in the city.

The city, with posters of Jungkook's face on every corner, with his performances on some screens or just teenagers talking about him and whispering about his music, it was practically impossible to escape it. The city, with radios blaring Yoongi's songs, in a cab or on public transportation, interviews blaring on TVs in shopping malls. The city, with the international news, which echoed so much, about the spectacular promises of modeling. The country couldn't be prouder to have representatives of that caliber, because the moment Taehyung and Jimin overtook the West and broke the international barrier, it was only a matter of time before the others followed suit and completely changed the idea of entertainment and media in the country.

The first months in the city were nauseating, when you had to get used to and overcome your emotions the hard way, fighting against the aggressive tide that all the time tried to drown you, and that was noticeable in every word and every scene of that book, and you were almost sure that if any of them read it, they would know immediately. If they wanted to know anything about you, if they were really interested, there would be no better way than through your books; in no other situation would you be so vulnerable.

You wondered, for a moment, if any of them would have read any of the books by now. If Namjoon would remember when you asked him for strange words to describe emotions and now they were captured in those impressions, or when you asked Jin and Hoseok for their opinion about the complex construction of your world and each of their peculiar and crazy details can be found in those pages. Just as your books had all the pieces of you, it also had crumbs of them, and you wondered if they would notice if they read it.

Don't you think you deserve a break?

Maybe you do. That's why you had decided to close that cycle once and for all, and there was no better way to do it than to finally start with the edition of this book. Of this fourth book, so strong in its toughness and determination, so vulnerable in its rage and palpable pain.

It was the cleanest and purest and truest version of you.

But as much as you deserved it, it felt more like punishment. Reliving those emotions and evoking those memories caused you more anguish and you didn't know if you could face a kind of shock therapy like that to finally let go.

“The editors said you'd be here.”

You saw Choi Dohyun standing, leaning against the door frame above the computer screen that still displayed the title of the first chapter of your fourth book. On a Wednesday at barely eight o'clock in the morning, the great CEO decided to set aside a few minutes of his busy time to gratify you with his presence.

His calm, serene and carefree expression was the contrast to the swirl of emotions that ran through that room, rising from the crown of your head. You could almost tell he wasn't venturing into the office because he could feel the tension radiating from your position at the desk. He must have even seen it on your face.

You sighed and barely waved at him, running your hands over your face, trying to ease your tense muscles a little.

“Is there a specific reason why you don't want the editors to read the book?”

Choi Dohyun was a mystery. You only knew about him from the three-hour conversation you had the day before, besides the strange looks he cast at Yoongi from his office entrance. He had shown himself to be a very open person and it was clear that he was an expert at making things work his way. You knew he had agreed to many of your conditions because what he would get in return was bigger than what it would cost him, which really wasn't too much, just enough to maintain a level of creative freedom that would allow you to access editorial support when you saw fit —because you knew that once you handed it over, it would no longer be entirely yours—and often businessmen reflected their own personalities in how they negotiated a deal.

Dohyun tried to come across as a fairly personable person; he tried to be understanding, communicative and open-minded, so much so that he reminded you of the comfortable security of an older brother. However, you could tell in that meeting that he held back too much; that he had hated the way Yuna used to interrupt him to ask him questions or how your brother would put too many buts in his mouth and try to get information out of him that he shouldn't give away. You could tell he was impatient, that he really expected the meeting to last less than twenty minutes because he was sure you would sign the contract blindly as soon as you saw the profits you'd gain from the distribution and sale of your books. You also noticed, in case it wasn't obvious already, that he preferred to be in control as long as the situation and the people around him allowed it, for his convenience. If he gave in on several occasions, you knew it had been because he was very, very aware of everything that benefited him.

There were two options: Choi Dohyun wore a mask constantly, or Choi Dohyun was a fraud.

“I just wanted to read it one more time… before handing it over. I won't take long.”

“It's okay. No problem.” Dohyun finally walked into the room, the office he had handed you for whenever you decided to go to his publishing house. You didn't even know writers had that option; you didn't know if it was common, but he allowed it. He had also offered you a writing kit that included a typewriter that looked quite expensive, and although you hadn't accepted it, there it was in one of the corners of the office. Dohyun sat across from you, glancing at the few things you had brought from home to make the place a little more pleasant. “I understand that sometimes it's hard to separate yourself from your work. It's a part of you, after all. A kind of vulnerability that not everyone sees.”

That was the kind of thing that kept Dohyun's true nature a mystery. His stoic expression as he blurted out words of comfort. It almost felt like running sandpaper over cement. Not that you needed to figure him out, because at the end of the day he was a boss of sorts and you two were bound by a contract with mutual economic benefits —technically, you were each there for a benefit of your own— but it was something you wanted to be aware of, watchful of, informed of, because you had no way of knowing this guy wouldn't try to take advantage of some situation later, in any possible scenario.

“Yes…”

“Take as much time as you need. The demand for the trilogy is still pretty high, after all.”

You nodded at him in response, wary of his attempt to lighten the mood. If he was the kind of person you thought he was, he surely knew you didn't feel an ounce of trust towards him.

“In just two days you must have quite a bit of work to do with that,” you tried to continue the conversation, interspersing your gaze over the letters on the screen and his dark eyes.

“But it's a very welcome work. Aren't you glad your books were so well received?”

“Yes,” you answered without hesitation, momentarily remembering the proud look on Yuna and your brother's face when they finally got you to see the reactions and opinions of your books on social media. “It's comforting. For your work to be appreciated, recognized… moreover, that it allows you to make a living from it. It's amazing and a very great privilege.”

Dohyun shook his head in assent, interlacing his fingers over his abdomen. From his nonchalant way of taking a seat across from you, slumped over the chair almost as if he was an old friend from college and not practically your boss, and from how his voice reflected that sense of calmness and confidence, you could almost tell he was perfectly selling the facade of the most trustworthy person in the world.

But ultimately it was your feeling and your need to automatically distrust anyone you met because you didn't know at what point they would try to take advantage of you or turn their back on you, and maybe Dohyun wasn't as bad a person as you wanted to paint him in your head. Maybe you would even accept that his presence was a bit comforting and that he actually reminded you of someone you used to know in the past and of whom currently, if you knew he was still alive, it was by sheer luck. That personality, that sense of security he conveyed and that way he had had of expressing himself to you in that meeting that showed a different and more mature kind of wisdom, indeed reminded you of someone else.

Dohyun was very, very much like Jin.

“Can I… ask you something?” you hesitated, alternating your gaze between the screen and his dark eyes, not quite sure if you wanted to go down that path, but aware that you would get something in return if you did, and perhaps the risk would be worth it. “But it's not related to… this.”

As you pointed to your computer and the rest of the office, you couldn't decipher what expression Dohyun sketched. Trying to read him like you did everyone else, it seemed he entertained a specific train of thought in his head and was sparked by your question, but you couldn't probe much further because he agreed, tilting his head to invite you to ask bluntly.

“How do you know Min Yoongi?”

Dohyun then lifted his chin and his lips curved into a sort of small smile that could more accurately be described as a grimace. With his eyes on the window, with the beautiful view of the city and its busy streets, Dohyun took his time to answer and his pleased and almost satisfied look gave you to understand that your question was not a surprise at all. Dohyun could take it simply as healthy curiosity, for after all Yoongi was a celebrity and there weren't many people around the country who couldn't recognize him and you literally saw him face to face.

However, of course, there was something about his attitude that felt different. He wasn't surprised by your question, it was true, but maybe not for the reason you thought.

“He's a friend of my best friend.” Dohyun finally answered, returning your gaze, a glint of amusement highlighting his dark eyes. “I met him a couple of years ago through him, who is also his best friend. Otherwise, I doubt we would've ever met.”

Ah, Dohyun had a best friend who was best friends with Yoongi. That could only mean one thing.

“Ah. Then your best friend is part of the seven kings.”

Dohyun raised his eyebrows, clearly amused by your choice of words and the permanence of that haunting smile and the glint in his eyes should've been warning enough. He had the posture, demeanor and speech of a person who knew he was in control of the situation. Whatever his purpose was in entertaining this conversation, you already knew you were involved in that reason, indirectly.

Dohyun knew something about you that you had no idea about.

“Yes, indeed. It's Kim Seokjin. We met in college.”

As you guessed, of course. That's where the similar traits you could find in his personality came from.

But then Yoongi wasn't directly friends with Dohyun, and they couldn't be that close because of the nonchalant way he referred to him, so the question of why he was here yesterday, precisely when you came, would remain unanswered. It could be a coincidence? Of course, and you could remain in doubt, or you could…

“Wow. You two really are a powerful duo.”

Dohyun let out a laugh, nodding, looking so comfortable with himself, as if you were asking all the questions you should be asking.

“I love my job and I know I'm good at what I do, but Jin is simply on another level.”

You nodded, getting into his game of pretending, with a half smile on your face.

You knew that if Yuna knew what you were doing she would shake her head and tell you that you were crazy; that you should try to be less hard on other people and that's why you had never been able to hit it off with the other co-workers in Sol's cafeteria.

“Yes. I hear he's a great surgeon. He was top of his class, wasn't he?”

“That's right.” Dohyun nodded, determined not to look away from you. “But you're close to them too, aren't you? I saw Taehyung's Instagram stories when he uploaded your books.”

You blinked. Once. And again. He had already figured you out, and now he wanted to reverse the table and get some kind of reaction or information from you that you didn't know what kind of mystery it would solve in his head. The best option was to feign a bit of surprise, which was what you did, as if you didn't expect him to suddenly bring that up.

“Well, we studied together in school, but we were never that close.”

You lifted a shoulder, trying to downplay the subject, as if on cue, and Dohyun nodded slightly processing the information, averting his gaze over the dark carpet on the floor. He seemed to be tying up loose ends in his head and had more questions, the way he squinted his eyes as you gave him his space to think.

You had no idea what he was getting at. You had already brought out to him that he was close friends with Kim Seokjin and that, basically by extension he knew Yoongi. You could almost say it was a bit of an ordinary, almost trivial topic, not overly suspicious. Unless, of course, he knew something else that raised his curiosity and made you look suspicious in his eyes for asking such questions.

It seemed the most certain theory.

“And through him you must have met the others sometime, right?”

And it seemed you were right, too.

You had to deny his assertion, you knew, but it seemed you had taken half a second too long because he beat you to the word, shaking his head in a nod, and then said:

“That explains a lot.”

“Huh?”

Play dumb, play dumb.

Dohyun cracked a big grin, looking almost like a predator in the midst of its hunt, and from that alone you knew he'd already put his puzzle together.

“Well… actually, now that we're being honest, Jin was the one who recommended me to read your books.”

Wow.

Okay.

Jin… told Dohyun about you? About your books?

That doesn't explain anything. In fact, more questions popped up in your head than you could control and you were sure Dohyun could see the question marks moving over your irises.

“He told me that there could be a great opportunity if I published you and he was really right. I don't regret sending you that offer.”

Dohyun leaned back against the backrest and stretched one of his arms over the chair next to him. His posture was a little more relaxed than before and you couldn't help the feeling of anger that ran through you because you had given him just what he wanted, but you couldn't concentrate too much on that because you were too surprised by what he had just blurted out, as if it was nothig.

Of all the things you could've imagined, you would never have considered that this huge and prestigious publishing house had offered you a contract just because one of the CEO's great friends had recommended it to him. I mean, if Jin had never talked about it, would you have had any chance of getting this offer? Of signing this contract? Would you have been recognized on your own merit and not because you were linked to the mouth of a close friend?

None of that made any sense. Why had Jin told Choi Dohyun about you? His best friend being the owner of the most prestigious publishing house in the country, clearly knowing the implications of his actions, why would he do that? Maybe he didn't count on his friend throwing him overboard someday for gossiping and because he has an ego bigger than his own head? Maybe he thought it would be an anonymous job forever? And for what reason? On what grounds? What kind of emotions moved him to make that decision? Maybe it was simply an altruistic desire. Maybe he was moved by the same thing that moved Taehyung, the one who started all this. But was it something premeditated or not? Was it something he had previously discussed with Namjoon? Would the others know about it? Would they have agreed? Would they not have cared?

In the midst of that mental stupor, the very idea of healing seemed stupid to you. The immense confusion and anger that was coursing through your blood had no place for this group of fools to continue to meddle in your life as if they were playing a fucking election game on their computer. Why? Why? Why?

You wanted to get out of a simple doubt with Dohyun, to know what kind of connection he had with Yoongi and that everything that had happened was a coincidence, and you had ended up with a thousand more questions, with a hundred confusions and even more mixed emotions.

And Yoongi… would he have been in his office yesterday for something related to that?

“At first I thought Taehyung had asked him, but Jin is quite careful about such things. He wouldn't hint something like that to me even because his brothers ask him to, unless it was someone he could vouch for. So you knew Jin too, right?”

You didn't try to deny it, but you didn't give him the reason either. Amidst a sea of questions and confusion, incredulous and angry, you just shook your head and crossed your arms.

“I'll bring the first draft tomorrow.”

Dohyun took his time, drumming his fingers on the wood of the chair, sending you a look as if he wanted to get more answers out of you because your attitude raised more doubts than he initially had. Maybe you let go of a wolf's leash or this would be a one-time occurrence, you had no idea. But he said nothing more. Finally he got up, said goodbye and left.

Don't you think you deserve a break?

You should've listened to Yuna.

-

The next day, when you finished editing the draft of your fourth book amid tears, several cups of coffee and an excruciating pain in your wrist, you finally handed it in to the editors with a heavy heart and an hour of sleep in your body. It had officially ceased to be yours. The revelation that Dohyun had actually offered you all of this because Jin had asked him to do so kept going round and round in your head and made you revise and edit that draft more harshly than you would've done before.

Maybe you added a few extra curse words.

“If you don't finish that pasta, I'm going to steal it from you.”

Yuna hadn't even finished her own plate and was already eyeing yours, her brow furrowed and her own fork stabbing the ceramic of the deep dish you'd served your friend in as she crossed the threshold of the front door. You had been stirring the food with your fork for a while, thinking, reflecting, theorizing, trying to figure out what you really wanted; trying to recognize and accept the emotions inside you that were upsetting you.

Your parents had left early and Seojun was back in his college dorms, so you invited Yuna to lunch because you knew she loved the pastries your mom made and because you thought it would do you good to have some company after turning in the draft of your book. But, really, you were more overwhelmed than before. Yuna's presence didn't stop the thoughts in your head from racing, nor did it erase from reality what had happened.

“Y/n?”

You raised your head.

“Are you okay?”

You nodded, and tried to focus on eating lunch before rambling on.

“Is it because of the book?”

“No, no. Everything's fine. I was just thinking.”

“Do you think you should've waited a little longer to turn it in?”

You shook your head. “No.”

It wasn't an order from Dohyun or anything like that. You decided to get started on editing the next book because it was a bit desperate to have nothing to do. Before you could focus on the whole operational and logistical process of delivering the books, but now that was taken care of by a separate company and all you had to do was verify that the money was coming into your account and that was it. Not that it was bad, but you were not used to just sitting idly by. So you thought that continuing with the pre-publication editing of the next books might be a good way to pass the time.

You didn't expect, of course, the statement you heard the day before, let alone that it would knock down your motivation like the wind to dry leaves. After that conversation with Dohyun, you decided that the best thing you could do was to turn in that draft and give them as much work as possible as a distraction so that you wouldn't have to go back to that building for at least a couple of weeks. It wasn't a healthy activity, of course, because at the time you were only functioning to keep Yuna from questioning if there was something wrong with you. Well, she probably did, but she preferred not to comment on it, because you hadn't been giving her too many answers to her questions lately.

Having decided that Dohyun was an expert manipulator, you could only worry about the possibility that he might decide to comment something about that conversation to Jin or just stir up a conversation about the possible existence of a friendly bond with him during school time. You didn't know what could trigger that; with everything that had happened up to that point you could no longer be sure of anything or trust anything.

“No. I thought I'd turn it in now so I'd have more time to read the next books. I know that one isn't too bad. I revised it too many times while I was writing it and even after.”

“And it's pretty long, isn't it?”

You nodded, finally tasting another mouthful of pasta. “Seven hundred pages.”

“Holy Christ,” Yuna put a hand to her forehead and sketched a worried expression. Then her excited exclamation echoed throughout the house. “What a thrill! I can't wait to read it!!!!!!”

Yuna returned to work an hour later and you spent the rest of the afternoon between shifts of lying down staring at the ceiling and watching more videos about your books on social media, which you hadn't been able to leave since you saw them with your whole family in the living room. It still seemed surreal to you that you could search the name of your books on the internet and you would indeed get the results you expected. Clearly not all the opinions were praise, but you were willing to take all of that and learn, implement and consider it for the next stories you were willing to tell. For now, you were going to focus on keeping the editors busy enough that they wouldn't have to ask about it or demand your presence for any reason. This trilogy really was quite a lengthy saga, so when they finallt finish editing the fourth book, you'd have the fifth waiting, and so on. At least until you had another amazing idea for a new story.

Now, on the slightly more disturbing topics, you still had more loose ends to tie up than you had initially thought. As you still had those particles of anger running through your body and you were still convinced that there was still no room for healing and overcoming, you could only think about what Yoongi's presence in Dohyun's office was about and if it had to do with what Jin had done.

That was the first line of thought. The second one sounded more like Yuna with her serious voice trying to talk some sense into you and tell you that you were seeing into it too much, that surely it was all just a coincidence and that Yoongi's presence was just some kind of crossfire.

But… yet… how many more times did something like this have to happen before you stopped chalking it up to coincidence? How many more times would you say it was a coincidence until everything started to connect to a purpose? Did they even have a purpose? Did they have a reason for all this, for all this unnecessary drama? And was their reason worth it to compensate for the instability you were going through? Having pent up emotions, confusion, lots of doubts and zero answers was about to drive you crazy.

However, maybe seeing things from another approach would allow you to understand.

Because, honestly, you saw it as too complicated to be able to leave them behind in this way, when it seemed that, on purpose or not, you would keep finding them in your soup. Adopting a slightly more objective approach, even though your emotions were always running high when it came to them, could give you the resolution you were looking for and the answer to the questions you were asking yourself. And there would be nothing more than that, because it would be impossible to restore the friendship you once had. Perhaps the truth would be painful, but you would accept it as it was and move on. Now, as old as you were, it would not be as hard as it was ten years ago when in the midst of confusion and desolation you could only cry.

Now, you had already gone through the mourning and made peace with the distance, the absence and the betrayal.

Maybe, if you tried a little harder, you could bring real closure —and soon, hopefully— by finding the answers on your own.

-

Kim Namjoon used to believe that he was good at dealing with any kind of problem. In his head, which he was spinning around like a huge sphere and he was a hamster, Namjoon was sure that he could fix any situation and solve any misunderstanding, any fight or at least come to an agreement that would make everyone feel comfortable enough to move forward.

In his head, Namjoon was a three thousand dollars conflict-solver. Seeking solutions from reason and objectivity was basically how he kept his company afloat, that company he had inherited from his parents and had turned into the economic juggernaut it was today. All that success was summed up in the capacity for resolution that Namjoon had in his super head and, of course, his strategic capacity that allowed him to read his opponents and know exactly what they wanted, how they wanted it and when they wanted it.

However…

The whole table was still silent.

And Namjoon could only look at the faces of each of his friends, his best friends, practically his brothers, while they shied away from his gaze or directly ignored him, while he clasped his hands on the edge of the chair and tried to keep his composure because he no longer knew what to do.

Kim Namjoon, the three-thousandth troubleshooter, had a factory defect and could not fix the one thing he had always been able to fix with ease.

When Hoseok had walked into his office two nights ago with that stern and serious expression, Namjoon knew that there would be more problems to solve. But if he had to be honest, even before that moment he knew it wasn't working out well. Maybe it was because of the delicacy of the subject or the crudeness of his friends to address it, but Namjoon was losing the important ingredient of patience and that was something that hadn't happened to him before.

But then again, how could they all be so insensitive?

“Doesn't anyone have anything to say?”

Hoseok had been the only one to be spared from this discussion, though his presence was required at the table and tension radiated from his body in equal amounts. The others were directly attacked by the three thousandth (broken) problem-solver and despite Namjoon giving them a space to try to explain the situation, the table was still silent and with each passing second the pressure cooker containing Namjoon's anger was beeping louder and louder.

“I don't think there's much to say.”

It was Jin who finally broke the silence and Namjoon let out some air.

“Ah, thank you, Jin. Why do you think so?”

With his arms crossed, the older sent him an incredulous look.

“We've had this conversation three times already, Namjoon. Why do you think it's necessary for us to keep repeating ourselves?”

Hoseok had told Namjoon that he was concerned about the coexistence in the pent-house and that perhaps the elephant in the room was not being addressed in the right way; that more and more misunderstandings were being created between everyone and that it was making for an untrustworthy environment for the youngers. Namjoon agreed halfway through; if he had to be honest, none of it would've gotten to that point if none of them had been so irresponsible and daring to do all that they had done. And Jin had the least right to dismiss the issue as he had.

“Because you all don't seem to have listened to me at all, especially you.”

Jin snorted and turned his head away. Jungkook beside him barely winced at the hostile exchange.

“And what did I do?”

“What did you do? Jin, how can you be so inconsiderate?”

“I only rushed an exchange that was eventually going to happen, what the fuck is wrong with that?”

Namjoon tried not to look so surprised by the fact that the conversation he had had with him two nights ago and Yoongi had basically gone in one ear and out the other. Namjoon had no idea if it was an occupational hazard or a personality trait, but Jin was having a kind of stubbornness that bordered too much on his pride and desire to be right.

And right now it wasn't about who was right or wrong. It was about the fact that they had all made a promise and now they were breaking it as if it was worthless. Worse, as if the only ones affected by it were them and not a third party.

“Didn't you stop to think how she would feel if she found out that was how things went down?”

Jin rolled his eyes, but didn't answer him.

“Why do you all do all these things without believing that they will have consequences beyond your own feelings? That's all I'm asking you to consider!”

Taehyung and Jungkook at least had the decency to actually look embarrassed, avoiding Namjoon's gaze. Jimin was still convinced that he had done nothing extremely wrong and Yoongi simply demonstrated his sorrow through indifference. Namjoon knew that Yoongi was just as frustrated as he was with the way things were going, because they were the only ones trying to fix the messes the others had been thoughtlessly causing. And Jin… well, it was obvious that he didn't see any big implications beyond having to be scolded by Namjoon.

“Guys…” Hoseok started, sitting to Namjoon's right with a tired and defeated expression. If Namjoon and Yoongi were looking out for the integrity of the third party concerned, Hoseok was the one who was most concerned about the bonds that were breaking between them and that was why he had gone to Namjoon to have a group meeting again and set the boundaries once and for all. “You guys know that Namjoon is not just talking for the sake of talking. Jin, you don't need to get defensive. I understand that you tried to make the connection in good faith, but you have to understand that it was a very high risk. And while Dohyun is your friend, you know he's not very trustworthy.”

Jin grunted then, despite the kind tone Hoseok used to address him, and the others at the table only sent him a surprised look.

“Sure, now it's all my own damn fault. Not only do I have to deal with the stress of work, now I have to come to my supposed time off to deal with this too?”

“Hyung,” Yoongi called after him and frowned at the rude tone the older had used. “No one is saying it's your fault. We all have a part in this.”

“I don't care, Yoongi. Whatever's going on right now you know who's really to blame. And there's nothing you can do about it anymore.”

“Jin,” Namjoon called back and the aforementioned turned to look at him with daggers in his eyes. “You made the promise too.”

“Yes, one I never agreed to and you know it.”

Hoseok sighed and ran his hands over his face. “This is not the time to apportion blame, okay? I only wanted this space because I want us to fix this lack of communication and all this hostility that is affecting our living together.”

Namjoon turned to look at the table, finding the younger ones sealed in silence. None of them raised their heads and they showed signs of nervousness and anxiety, even if they tried to hide it under the tablecloth on the table.

There were too many things Namjoon wanted to control; there were too many things he wanted to solve; there were a number of other things that drove him mad and others that made him feel hopeless. Understanding all these emotions, his own or others', was wearing him down and perhaps that was why he was increasingly losing an ounce of patience. However, no matter how hard it was for him, Namjoon had to be sure that his priority was right in front of him. He had chosen to do so a couple of years ago and he could no longer turn back time.

“Hey, I'm sorry, okay?” Namjoon started once again and although Hoseok tried to shush him to calm down, he continued, “I know how I've acted during these days since everything started and I have not been very open to dialogue. For me it was… it was like crossing a forbidden boundary and I couldn't understand how you guys could jump over it without a second thought. It made my hair stand on end and I didn't… I didn't… I didn't know how to contain those emotions, I didn't know how to control them and clearly I didn't know how to express them. And the truth is that it worries me. I understand that you don't, because otherwise you wouldn't have done any of that, but I would like you to try to do that because this is not a unilateral action that will only affect you and will only be in your memories. You are affecting her too, and very much so. We were not good, not even friendly or cordial, so I need you to understand that all these things she will not see them as you think. Jungkook, you experienced it first hand. She hates us.”

Jungkook jerked on the chair and Taehyung was the one who reached over the table to take his intertwined hands. Jin sighed, finally letting the anger dissipate and Yoongi mimicked him, a little calmer as he watched his elder relax. Hoseok shook his head in assent, noticing the tension at the table dissipate a bit and how the young men held each other.

“And rightly so, because we made an inexcusable decision. And not only that, but she will now believe that it was a simple Tuesday for us and it's not. We made the promise for a reason and anything related we were supposed to consult first as a group. Sure, life happens and we get busy with a lot of things and have too much on our minds, but this was all inexcusable and we owe her more than forgiveness. We probably owe her our lives.”

“Hyung, I'm sorry…”

Jungkook was the most regretful. Since that harsh encounter, for which he dared to risk his presence in public and for which he believed it would be worth a try, Jungkook had never regretted something so much since the day of the promise. He still remembered the hatred your voice exuded and shivers ran down his spine. He had been unconscious, that was true, and he didn't know what he had let consume his body to have made that decision or to have simply acted without thinking. The possibility of seeing you again simply…blinded him. But that was never an excuse.

And Namjoon knew that. It was Jungkook who acted worse than everyone else, but he also couldn't deny to himself that had he found himself in the same predicament, with the same opportunity, he wouldn't have done the same. Maybe that's why he was so demanding of others, because that's how he reminded himself that he had no right to even think about it, much less act on their emotions, when they had taken away your choice as if they had any say in it.

“We can't erase what has already happened and what you have already done. All I ask is that you don't make it worse.” Namjoon implored, closing his eyes in silent prayer. “At this point there is no way to fix anything, and if every day we do things like this we are only inflicting pain on someone who doesn't deserve it. So please, for the love of God, leave her alone.”

The whole table was still silent, but this time Namjoon could clearly see everyone's face and notice their emotions right away, as he had always been able to do. He still didn't understand what had moved them to do all that; to Taehyung, to Jungkook, to Jin, to Jimin, despite everything they had discussed before, and he didn't understand how he hadn't been able to foresee their intentions from the beginning. But he could no longer focus on what had happened, but on what was happening and what he could still fix.

For that which had already been broken for years, Namjoon doubted too much that any of it could ever be fixed, no matter how hard he tried. And boy, would he have wanted to try.

“I'm sorry,” Jin mumbled, and it almost seemed like he had ripped the words from the back of his throat, but Namjoon took it with all his being and considered it the first victory on this new path.

When he finally dispatched everyone, Jimin remained seated to his left.

“Is there anything else you want to talk about?”

The blond looked disgruntled, and though it was clear that the tension was gone from his shoulders, in his gaze was that longing that Namjoon hadn't seen in years and certainly didn't allow in himself for all that he had previously exposed.

“Do you really think it's impossible to fix it?”

Namjoon hated knowing that the gleam in Jimin's eye had no future. At least not the one he wanted to believe. Namjoon, like everyone else, had spent sleepless nights thinking, remembering, reflecting and considering that they were never brave enough nor necessarily tough enough to earn that friendship once again. It had all gone to waste and it had been because of them.

“Yeah, I don't think that's possible.”

Jimin passed his saliva harshly, as if his mouth was dry, but he had to control and keep his emotions in check. Namjoon knew his every emotion and mainly knew how sensitive this whole issue was for Jimin, who from the beginning never agreed with him on anything and never hesitated to let him know. In fact, it took a couple of years before Namjoon could finally have this close relationship with Jimin again, until the blond decided to forgive him.

“It's silly to hope at this point, right?”

Namjoon also knew that Jimin struggled a lot to stop pointing blames, as Jin still did. He knew that, had Jimin had the opportunity in his hands several years in the past, he would have taken it and perhaps left them behind if he could. It was an extremely complex and long process to get the blond to trust Namjoon and those on his side again, which was one of the reasons why Hoseok was so insistent on talking and communicating and keeping everyone on good terms. It had cost them so much to re-form their trust that he couldn't allow it to crack once again.

Jimin nodded at his words when they were met with silence, for there was nothing Namjoon could say to comfort him. It was simply a heartbreaking situation.

“Tae and I will be with Jungkook.” Jimin assured Namjoon as he stood up. “Thank you… for trying.”

Namjoon only nodded, pressing his lips together in an attempt at a smile. Things would not automatically go back to the way they were before, as Namjoon's sternness in dealing with this issue on previous occasions was what initially caused this whole fiasco of miscommunication and hostility. He was heartily grateful that likewise Jimin took him into consideration, because he didn't know if he would be able to sleep knowing that everyone in that pent-house hated him. He didn't know if being the reason for the constant discord would allow him to have a respite of peace of mind at some point, when he was simply trying to do what he thought was best for everyone and what suited them on a sentimental level.

Kim Namjoon used to believe that he was good at dealing with any kind of problem. In his head, over which he circled as if it was a huge sphere and he was a hamster, Namjoon was sure that he could fix any situation and provide a solution to any misunderstanding, any fight or at least come to an agreement that would allow everyone to feel comfortable enough to move forward.

However, at that moment, the past tense wording was the most accurate.

Namjoon used to believe.

Jimin stopped halfway up the stairs, transfixed, and Namjoon watched him curiously. Then, the blond half-turned on his heels and Namjoon got front row view of Jimin's pale face and his exaggeratedly expanded eyes as he looked at his phone.

“Hyung…”

Namjoon came striding over, intrigued as well as concerned by the expression on the blond's face.

Jimin had his Instagram open, specifically his direct messages. There was the message there that had made Jimin stop dead in his tracks and all blood dropped to his feet, but Namjoon didn't understand what the reason for his surprise was until he saw the sender, and then his eyebrows disappeared into his hair.

y/n Let's meet

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omg🙊🙊

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[thatgoddamngingerundercut]

When things get hard, stop for a while and look back and see how far you’ve come. Don’t forget how rewarding it is. You are the most beautiful flower, more than anyone else in this world.

From those you've filled with love,

Happy Birthday, Kim Taehyung!

Taehyung on Fancafe BTS 2017 BTS LIVE TRILOGY EPISODE III THE WINGS TOUR Trailer Me, Myself, and V ‘Veautiful Days’ BTS WINGS Short Film #3 STIGMA 181205 BTS Live : the gift arrived~!🐶 [BT21] BT21 UNIVERSE 1 - EP.02 Twinkle Twinkle Little Star Taehyung 🎵⭐️💫 Watch Me Whip, Watch Me Tae Tae [BANGTAN BOMB] 'WINGS' Short Film Special - Stigma (Camera Director: V) - BTS [4K] 'HOT SOLO DEBUT' V - Love Me Again #엠카운트다운 EP.814 | Mnet 230914 방송 180524 Mnet BTS COMEBACK SHOW HIGHLIGHT REEL [2021 FESTA] BTS (방탄소년단) ‘방림이네 사진관 (Mission! BTS 4 Cuts)’ [4K] 'HOT SOLO DEBUT' V - Slow Dancing #엠카운트다운 EP.814 ¦ Mnet 230914 방송 V ‘FRI(END)S’ MV Making Short Film

[94erz]

2017 BTS Live Trilogy Episode III The Wings Tour Trailer: j-hope

[svtsilena]

SILENA —— ⦂ ﹫ ﹐ ﹙ FACTS! ﹚💋

silena’s masterlist!

✷ . silena is THEEE number one spider-man fan. like she has so much spider-man merch in her room, from posters to funko-pops to plushies. she was introduced to the superhero because of tobey maguire’s trilogy at an early age. during elementary school, she would bring comic books to read about the character and got insanely attached to it. growing up she would watch the cartoons, any live action movies, read any new comics. she’s more attached to tom holland’s spider-man and cannot wait for spider-man 4!

✷. during pre-debut, silena was silena beauregard’s number one fancast! mostly, it was because they shared the same name and sil overly expressed her love for the percy jackson book series.

✷. silena has her own variety show on youtube, ❛ cook with silena ❜ where she invites idols, artists, and celebrities to hang out or during promotion periods. bss were her first guests during fighting promos, and it was chaotic! her most viewed videos are with bss, nct’s mark and chenle, le sserafim’s yunjin, katseye, bts’ jungkook, sabrina carpenter, and blackpink’s rosé.

✷. silena is currently a university student. she majors in sociology. at the moment, she takes online classes.

✷. silena broke her right ankle during the semicolon era. she kept practicing extremely to the point where her ankle gave up on her. she wouldn’t stop practicing till 5 am almost every day and when she had practice with the members, she ended up taking a trip to the hospital.

✷. silena was added to the seventeen lineup on short notice. she was one of pledis’ best trainees and they didn’t want her talent to go to waste. she was monitored a lot by staff, management, and the ceo during the first few years of svt because they didn’t want her making any mistakes. it was many meetings and decisions that almost made silena get kicked out of seventeen. but, if it wasn’t for seungcheol fighting for her, silena wouldn’t be in seventeen today.

✷. silena is a dog mom! she has the cutest golden retriever named juno. silena first adopted her in 2022. juno is mostly at her family’s home because she dorms with wonwoo and mingyu.

✷. silena has been attending fashion weeks and shows since 2019. she has a huge influence in the fashion and modeling industry. it’s been teased many times she’s going to create her own line.

✷. silena has a collaboration album with blackpink’s rosé, most of the songs are inspired by aly and aj.

✷. silena has her drivers license, but doesn’t drive. only on occasions, but you wouldn’t catch her driving. unless it’s for ttt or variety shows.

✷. she was diagnosed with asthma. when she was younger, it was really bad for her. she would had to carry around an inhaler and sometimes it would be an obstacle for her during training. but as she got older, she learned how to manage it better and it wasn’t as severe.

✷. she’s a potato enthusiast. she loves mashed potatoes, baked potatoes, potato soup, french fries, and hash browns. basically, any form of potatoes.

✷. silena has always been sensitive, ever since she was a kid. especially when it comes to criticism, arguments, feedback, etc. she doesn’t show it, but it could be times when she breaks down during fights. which is one of the reasons why she dislikes arguing.

✷. silena gives the best hugs. the members describes her as a teddy bear because her hugs are very warm and cuddly.

✷. she had the biggest crush on exo’s kai during pre-debut. she was teased for it many times because she was caught watching his fancams. and when she met him, it became a little inside joke between them.

✷. silena’s favorites! ꜜ

﹟𓈒 . . ﹫ food. kimchi stew, pork buns, dim sum, grilled cheese

﹟𓈒 . . ﹫ color. ivory

﹟𓈒 . . ﹫ animals. tigers, seals, otters, bears

﹟𓈒 . . ﹫ emojis. 🫥, 🤍, 🥸, 🙂‍↔️, 💋

﹟𓈒 . . ﹫ artists. sza, frank ocean, wallows, rihanna, megan thee stallion, cl, bibi, sabrina carpenter, raye, tyler the creator

﹟𓈒 . . ﹫ movies. scream 4, knives out, honey, final destination 3, spider-man: across the spider-verse, the little mermaid, challengers, the nanny diaries, white chicks, percy jackson

﹟𓈒 . . ﹫ shows. gossip girl, abbott elementary, the flower of evil, one tree hill, the oc, the bear

[seekers-who-are-lovers]

Interview with the director Kenjiro Okada. I saved the video for posterity’s sake. So it is easier to archive once this arc is done. But the link for YouTube is available.

Here are select passages from Mr. Okada.

“When it comes to Kuroshitsuji, I think the original work has been well-written. Since it’s a work that's based on the original work, I'm most concerned about whether or not it deviates from the nuances of the original work. I am careful about it so that it doesn't end up being a little inferior to the original version.”

“I think the handmade animation is a little more like a photograph than a normal anime, with a lot of things being presented in front of the viewer, and the sound of the (materials).” ( They did some location scouting and took photographs of the buildings, etc.)

“We actually use those photos as layouts, I incorporate the way the actual shots are cut into.. so for example, how do you use blur in this way ?

“I always try to live my life with a certain aesthetic that I think is beautiful, and I always keep that in mind when creating anime.”

Maaya Sakamoto (Ciel Phantomhive) and Daisuke Ono (Sebastian Michaelis)

There are still so many things I didn’t include so it is recommended to watch it.

It is amazing to listen to Maaya transformed her voice into Ciel. Reminds me of the time I saw a bts video of Andy Serkis recreating Gollum during the Hobbit trilogy.

[seoul-bros]

Jikook Week 15 Complete (19-26/03/2024)

Their fifteenth week in the military is now complete. It's time to celebrate this milestone with a look back at this week in 2017.

BTS was on the 2017 BTS Live Trilogy Episode III (Final Chapter): The Wings Tour. This tour began on 18th February 2017, and ended in South Korea on 10th December 2017. This week in March they gave During this week they gave two concerts in São Paulo, Brazil (19-20/03/2017) and two concerts in Newark, USA (23-24/03/2017)

19 and 20/03/2017 São Paulo, Brazil

Jimin and Jungkook on Twitter

The fan cams suggest that these were amazing concerts. The audience were matching BTS word for word on all the songs. Here are fan cams for Save Me, Blood Sweat and Tears and Lie. The reaction to Jimin's entrance for Lie is so enthusiastic and prolonged. I hope I get the chance to experience that in real time one day.

Run BTS 15 came out on the 21st March 2017. It was the last episode of three that were filmed at a water park in Ilsan.

In the first two episodes the older brother's team (Jin, JHope and RM) were pitted against the younger brother's team (Jimin, V and Jungkook) in a series of water related games.

By the time they filmed the final episode it looks like they were all physically exhausted and anxious to tuck into the food in front of them. However, they still had three rounds of games to play and identify the spy in their midst. Heads up they didn't find the spy and ended up having to sing for their supper.

Post Date: 26/03/2024

[lierenprotectionsquad]

If you want to read the Maze Runner books, but the size of the universe is intimidating, here’s my recommendation.

Obviously, you’d need the main trilogy, The Maze Runner, The Scorch Trials and The Death Cure. But after that is where it gets optional and interesting.

The Kill Order is the origin of WICKED and the flare, and is very good for anyone who wants more exposition and world-building. As well as a deeper look into Teresa and her motivations.

The Fever Code is the origin of the maze and the gladers. It’s very bts-heavy, and dives deep into Thomas’ motivations, as well as his relationships, not only with his friends, but the people in charge as well. It’s also where you want to go if you want more backstory on Newt, both his life before WICKED and during. Also if you just wanna see Newt living rent free in Thomas’ head for three hundred-something pages.

Crank Palace is for us mentally ill Newt-girlies (gender neutral) who just want to see him happy and loved, and is somehow naive enough to think we’ll get the former in this novella.

The sequel series is also heavy on what was going on behind the scenes for Newt, but it’s a whole other commitment, especially since it’s an ongoing series. I’d mostly recommend it if you read everything else and miss the universe and want to go back. I will say, tho, Crank Palace is imperative to these two books.

There’s also the short e-book, The Maze Runner Files, which contains some exposition, and some short stories about Thomas, Minho and Frypan.

Now, everything I listed that isn’t the main trilogy is a fully optional read, they are not necessary. However! I will list the entire series, both in chronological order and my recommended first-time-reading order, in case anyone else might want to try all of it.

So the chronological order goes as follows:

The Kill Order, The Fever Code, The Maze Runner, The Scorch Trials, The Death Cure, The Maze Runner Files, Crank Palace, The Maze Cutter, The Godhead Complex

And for my recommended reading order for first time readers:

The Maze Runner, The Scorch Trials, The Death Cure, The Kill Order, The Fever Code, The Maze Runner Files, Crank Palace, The Maze Cutter, The Godhead Complex

TLDR

The Maze Runner, The Scorch Trials and The Death Cure are must-reads

The Kill Order is for world building and Teresa

The Fever Code is for maze building, Thomas and Newt

The Maze Runner Files is an add-on that is wholly unnecessary for understanding the context of any of the books, but is just kinda fun

Crank Palace is for Newt and being very very depressed

The Maze Cutter and The Godhead Complex is for continuing in the universe, longing for Newt and depression

[candywife333]

F*** The Pyramid

PART 1

Genre : Historical

PAIRING : yandere-ish Duke Jungkook x spinster social pariah chubby y/n

Inspired loosely by the Pyramid Games (kdrama which you guys should totally check out) and a novel called ,"The Captain's Wallflower"

Warning: This fic has minimal to no proofreading and the usual blend of outlandish comedy , crude jokes with expletives, smut, and angst (because I can't do without it). This is purely fiction and not a representation of the real Jungkook's true character or that of any other member of BTS.

Currently a trilogy ( thinking of making it a series with all other characters of BTS)

Summary: Duke Jung kook remained the quintessential peer of the realm, born with a platinum spoon in his mouth from the day he arrived into the world. He grew up playing a massive role in determining the structure of the social hierarchy----who gets to be the diamond of the water, the most eligible bachelor (other than himself of course), and.....who gets to be at the bottom of the pyramid ;the very dregs of society, the spinsters and ruined women who would never have a chance at a better life.

His bevy of associates all wealthy and powerful comprised of ; Marquess Taehyung, Baron Jimin, Viscount Yoongi, Viscount Hoseok, and Duke Namjoon (close advisor of the king)--formed the Pantheon (a group of wealthy and powerful men that ruled England). He lived the ideal life, the envy of all others..... or so he had thought. Till he met, Spinster Y/N--- the illegitimate daughter of Baron Stanton. They say, if she looks like a spinster, smells like a spinster (of lavender and epsom salt) , and tastes like a spinster ( though who would ever choose to taste one?) ----then she must be one. But something about Y/N was peculiar. She definitely seemed to be a spinster in name and mannerism. But was she truly one? And what was she hiding?

Cameos: Hwasa (my queen), Chungha, and many others

Part 2

I yawned again. And again. And again. Munched on a croissant. And then proceeded to...yawn again. So boring. I would never deign to come down to London for a Season ever again. That was the only modicum of comfort I was looking forward to. Never showing up here again. The scene would never change, so what was the point? Aunt Alyssa, my mother's older sister, had insisted that I accompany Solji to her debutante season----where she would be introduced to all the other pompous, rich, uninteresting, vapid members of the ton. So she could find an uninteresting, rich husband to marry who would inevitably cheat on her with a mistress and she could pretend to be happy and have his ugly nonsensical big headed babies pushed out of her vagina and die....eventually. I know, my view of the ton and life amongst them is anything other than comforting. Yet after watching so many seasons go by, sitting on my bench (I called it my PERCH) like a cockatoo at the rotten old age of 26, my views were firmly engraved into stone. Nobody could convince me otherwise.

The entire point of the ton's existence was enforcing social hierarchy. There was no other point. True friendships are meager and rare, sanctity of marriage has no meaning ( with affairs flourishing abundantly in dark corners of Vauxhall ) , and love is nonexistent. Love, a concept I had pondered for ages as I watched naive gullible debutantes waltz around with their chosen well-to-do suitors. Suitors that proclaimed sonnets of love initially, yet inevitably lost interest in their gullible little guppy fish wives and relegated those same foolish wives to country estates never to be seen again, so they could priggishly jaunt across London with mistresses on their arms---to operas and **gasp*** decorated bedrooms. Showering attention on mistresses and maids and any other women of relatively low standing --- to suck at their grotesque, syphilitic cucumbers.

Abhorrent. Men never made sense to me, and I was convinced that love was a construct they came up with, to fool women to do their bidding. I mean, at this point, having seen what I have seen, I wonder if they even believe in the hoax called love themselves. My concern after sitting here on my perch for the last 7 seasons since I had come out, is that not once had I been asked to dance. I mean, in the grand scheme of things, I guess it made sense? Chubby , wearing spectacles, and unappealing dresses with colors and designs of years gone by, definitely would not make me the toast of the season by any chance.

Yet, even when I had been a bit more fashionable, and when father had been alive and still holding the position of Baron--I would've expected few offers of marriage by fortune hunters merely seeking my dowry. But alas... that was not be. One girl, that debuted the same year as I did, daughter of Duke Asbury, Lady Seulgi had tripped on her feet while dancing the waltz, into the arms of Baron Jimin , bowling both of them over to the cold marble floors of the ballroom rather unceremoniously. She had bemoaned to the rest of the debuting girls (including little old me) that day, languishing on a chaise as she gesticulated nervously, " I am a miserable dancer. How will I ever survive this wretched Season"?

I had quietly tried to suppress my giggles at her ridiculous tirade. What could she even mean? She was proclaimed the diamond of the first water instantaneously after being presented at court that Season 7 years ago, earning the attentions of all the members of the Pantheon and many other wealthy peers of the realm. Her life was easy. All she had to do was do nothing. Yes, I said it. Merely, NOTHING. Her fate was decided from her birth. Not like the rest of us, who were not conventionally attractive and now.......financially destitute. She had earned the good grace of everyone from birth due to her wealth and strong connections. Even if she had farted, everyone would have applauded her flatulence.

These were the women I didn't understand. The ones who had everything, yet bemoaned their lot in life----frivolous ninnies in my opinion. All the women of the higher echelons of society remained there --marrying similarly wealthy lords and preserving their lineage and wealth. You may ask---is there no social mobility? And I would say, of course bloody not---you simpering little sot. What did this look like? A fairy tale? Cinderella? Princes of good moral standing don't exist. Rich men have options. And they always avail them. Why would a rich man marry a poor woman? Lust. That would be the only real answer.

I know I sounded jaded, and I definitely was. You can only be a trampled on flowerbed for so long, till you start festering and molding with bitterness. I do not profess to be better than anyone else. At times over the years I had wished to feel beautiful, marry a good match, and have a family. But that destiny clearly was not in store for me. The complicated reasoning being that I simply was not conventionally attractive and did not inspire lust in men, and that my father's rather paltry dowry did not inspire even mere greed in men . I am socially inept and quiet by nature. These were all valid reasons.

But, the simple reason I chose to believe---is that one man merely found no utility in me. Who you may ask? Duke Jungkook I would say, without even flinching or stuttering. Others thought "society at large" did not care for them, hence they were mowed over to the corner to become rotten spinsters and outcasts. You know who society was? Duke Jungkook and the members of his Pantheon. But he was still the mastermind. Slickly manipulative, handsome, and wealthy.

He was born sitting on a golden throne, and over the years proved that he was an intellectual. Silently accruing further wealth for his estate through trade and industry---something the Ton usually looked down upon. But since it was Duke Jungkook, it was permissible. Everything was in his case. He was the exception to every rule. If his character description stopped at this, we would have all been fine. But one thing Duke Jungkook seemed to crave is control. He was hyper competitive because he lusted after control---and it's close comrade, power. Power over even the pitiful members of society, he had no business trying to control. He played God for years, and always got away with it.

How do I know he's the one running the show you ask? Well, I had time to observe. And I would say, that is my only true talent. I notice things others don't because I am invisible. A mousy little mite relegated to my pitiful perch. And I noticed everything, from his wagers which either demoted or elevated people's social standings---to the way he manipulated people with misinformation and rumors. He decided who was popular. And he decided who wasn't. And if anyone was to blame for my social standing, I would say it was him. What he had done 7 years ago had reduced me to my position now. It wasn't even anything all that dramatic. He cut me down without even a fight.

I remember it as clear as if it were yesterday, even now.....

"I am so sorry, Lord Jungkook, I wasn't watching my step, please forgive me", I had stuttered in an overly fuchsia dress akin to a little sausage as I sweat incessantly in the stuffy ballroom. Hadn't meant to spill a chalice of lemonade on his coat.

His dark eyes gleamed with amusement and something that I identified as calculation later on in my life , as he brushed it off with a wave of his hand, "Tis' of no import, Lady Y/N. Don't worry". I nodded and curtsied towards him, "Thank you for overlooking my clumsiness, Lord Jungkook. I am sorry to disturb your evening".

I had thought he had truly forgiven me. It wouldn't ruin his reputation, our encounter. It was the mistake of a newly debuted girl, more akin to a child than a woman.

I had believed in the kindness of men and humanity till then. Till he chuckled and slyly condescended in a rather loud and cloyingly sweet tone of voice, "Of course, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. At least you are not as clumsy as your mother in concealing her relations or as clumsy as your father in the way of estate management". He sauntered away lazily as he left me to deal with the fall, whistling a merry tone juxtaposing the social demise he had just inflicted upon an innocently naive girl.

Casually cruel in the name of being honest. Everyone in the ballroom had heard, their eyes and ears peeled towards any interaction involving him as they do generally, as moths do towards a flame. Only Lord Jungkook would know my dad's poor financial status even as a Baron, or about my mother's affairs which had wrung him dry emotionally. Father had resorted to ruining our meager wealth by letting the estate go to spoil. He soon after died of heartbreak at my mother's affairs a year after this horrendous moment.

He had borrowed a massive amount of money from Duke Jungkook, money he would never be able to repay. When he died, the Baron's estate and debt was inherited by cousin, leaving me and my two older sisters with nothing. Thankfully, my sisters were already married off to decent, financially stable men---though they were mere vicars. Not men with titles, but reliable nevertheless. And I was left an orphan. Looked down upon and pitied by my beautifully polished sisters, and members of society as I was unmarried and ineligible according to my looks and lack of dowry--and Duke Jungkook's honorable estimation of my worth (or lack thereof).

Duke Jungkook had ruined my life long before dad had died, and the mere sight of him would remind me of my downfall to this day.

I hated the man to his day, teeth gritting unconsciously. If I ever came across the man in need, I wouldn't hesitate to ruin him. As he had ruined me. He had opened up to the mockery and disdain of the ton. I didn't get invitations to most balls and events by then. The only few I did get invited to were due to my Aunt Alyssa, or shall I say Viscountess Alyssa. I was unmarriageable nevertheless. And I had only stuck around to earn some money by being companion and chaperone for Solji.

The plan was to leave this horrendous place of twinkling lights and crushed dreams for a family--for a baby (a dream I had cherished in my heart of hearts for quite some time). I just wanted to be left alone now. Away from Duke Jungkook's paralyzing serpentine glances that decried me of my humanity and value, and the snickers from other wealthy men at my nunnish appearance. I would go live in a 3 bedroom cottage on the countryside, the only thing that had been entailed to my name in father's will which had not been of any value to debt collectors.

It was a beautiful cottage, tucked away near the edge of a meadow in a quaint little town called Chestershire. We had family vacations in my childhood there. It just required some repair and warm touches, to become a lovely house. I had earned money as companion to Aunt Alyssa so that I could retire there without worrying about money for at least the next 2 years. I would probably start selling garments I had knitted and sewed over the years as well, once those funds ran out.

Just thinking about the cottage and the quiet life awaiting me, filled with baby chicks and piglets and a warm hearth devoid of judging glares filled me with happiness....something I had not been acquainted with for a long time, as a soft smile brightened up my face .

Couldn't wait to leave the bloody pyramid. Every dog has its day. And mine would arrive tomorrow.

Only , if I had known that destiny always knows how to kick a girl in the arse, just when she believes the worst is over.

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I arrived around the evening of the next day after a garrulous carriage ride had tossed me up like a well done egg salad 30 times. The travel was terrible and yet the journey was definitely worth it. Meadows filled with various flowers and fruits stretched up and over sprawling green hills in the weak light of the setting sun , all cresting into a peak at the top of the hill---my home, my cottage. It was just as I remembered it, a homely cottage wrapped around by rose bushes and creeping stalks of bouginvillea and tulips.

The main village center was just a 3 minute walk away, but felt much further away from everyone else, with the way it was situated upon a tiny hill surrounded by an expanse of trees giving plenty of shade to the cottage. I paid the coach man and walked up the hill, sweating and dusty from the ride. As I came up to the door, I could smell the fragrance of a hearty stew wafting out of the window.

Who was in there already?I knocked on the door and was met with a swinging door that gave view to an overgrown golden retriever jostling me to the grassy ground with enthusiastic licks. A buxom lady with sparkling green eyes, and thick brown hair in two plaits exclaimed happily, "Oh, darling Y/N, tis' been a long while since I saw you. Must've been when we were kids, still digging worms from the pond and making little houses for them".

I remembered who it was. Sunny, my old maid's daughter-- who I had played with in my childhood. I patted the dog on its head as I got up, brushing grass from my skirts, enveloping her in a rambunctious hug with a wide grin, "So good to see you sweetheart!!!! Where is your mother? Is she in good health?"

"Oh, she's fine Y/N, just back at home because of her rheumy joints. She finds it hard to keep up with maintaining the cottage, so I am doing the job as of now." I smiled warmly, my insides singing with joy at the jubilant welcome back home. I truly felt at home for once.

Chestershire still remained the quiet town I remembered it to be, idyllic and pasotral. It was a wonderful change of pace--fresh air and sprawling greenery so much the eye could not contain. She grabbed me by the shoulders and hustled me into the clean , well maintained cottage. It was a beautiful interior with leviathan bay windows and plenty of comfortable seating space. I inhaled the hearty potato stew into my mouth, discussing my plans with Sunny on how to make the cottage even more homely and regarding repairs to be done.

Apparently a tiny sum of money was provided by father's will to go for maintenance annually to the cottage. That is why the place hadn't fallen into complete disrepair. It just needed a few homely touches, some floral printed curtains and doilies and warm rugs and blankets. Along with some vases that could contain flowers which shrouded the cottage window-sills.

I had my work cut out for me for the next week. But this work was more welcome than anything else I had had to deal with uptil now.

--------------------BACK IN LONDON

Lord Jungkook was pondering something of the utmost importance at the moment as his valet stared at him, eyes agog with concern. The cravat he was to wear today to Lady Esterly's ball held much salience. It had to be something somber to indicate respect towards the end of her grieving period, yet not so outrageously dark in color that it would be utterly unfashionable. She had lost her gouty ill tempered 70 year old husband few months ago to sickness. And though she was clearly happy to lose him, it would be unbecoming to demonstrate those sentiments in public.

As Jungkook entered the ballroom , something in his subconscious pricked at him. What was this uneasy feeling? He hadn't felt this way since 7 years ago when he had found out that Lady Y/N's mother was having an affair with his father, who had been Duke of Somerset at the time.

His father had been a wealthy and powerful man who had always seemed to always adore Jungkook's mother, the Duchess Somerset. Yet, he had done the exact opposite and when she had least expected it, well into their marriage of 30 years, taken up a torrid relationship with Y/N's mother. Jungkook's mother had died of grief merely a year after his father had made his affections not so secret to society. And his father soon followed her in death due to his weak constitution, succumbing to infection in the winter. Y/N's mother had been left to grieve the passing of his father and her husband that same year. She stayed with one of Y/N's married elder sisters.

He had never noticed Y/N's existence till then, till he found out whose daughter she was as she had scurried around the edges of the ballroom like a nervous rodent since her debut in Society. She wasn't much of a beauty to look at with plain features, full cheeks and a plush frame that seemed more matronly and frumpy than anything else. Her only redeeming feature were her sparkling eyes and lush hair that served to hinder the expressions on her face.

Her attire had deteriorated as her father's estate fell to ruin, thanks to Jungkook availing Jimin's crafty ways of tricking money out of the hands of Y/N's gambling father who had gotten rather desperate for money. Jimin ran a gaming hell that had made many a gentleman penniless---something he took great pride in. According to Jimin, if they lost money to the gaming hell, it was a testament to their bad luck and his good luck.

Jungkook had decided to strip her of any remaining honor, not as though her mother had left his mother with any honor either-- even in her death. It would be comeuppance for what her mother had done. She would pay for her mother's sins. And so he thoroughly ruined her reputation, ensuring she would never have a good life therafter--a life lacking family and a chance at a socially and financially advantageous match.

That's when it hit Jungkook. Where was Y/N? She wasn't in her usual spot overlooking people dancing at her bench. That had been her occupation for the past 7 years, watching people have the life that she would never have--he had made it so.

Jungkook felt extremely uneasy now that he could not spot Y/N. Where the hell was she? She always came to the bigger events that Lady Alyssa and her daughter attended. He had denied her invitation to most smaller ,more intimate events with his social acumen, but not the big ones. She had to see what she was missing out on---life. That had been his revenge plan.

But now she was nowhere to be found. He blindly searched for her, till he came across Lady Alyssa and inquired in a drawling tone , schooling his features into a calm that he didn't mirror the panic he was actually feeling, "Hello, Lady Alyssa. Fine evening it is today, is it not"? Lady Alyssa graciously smiled at him, "Yes, of course it is Lord Jungkook. How are you faring today? Oh, this is my daughter Solji in case you have not met her". Solji gracefully curtsied in her periwinkle floaty dress that showed off her waifish frame in the best light.

He continued in an unaffected tone, "And where is your companion, Lady Solji? Y/N is it"? Solji nodded as she replied, "She has decided to retire to the countryside for a while. Her father left her a countryside residence and so she has chosen to depart early before the season ends so that she can celebrate Christmas over there". Lady Alyssa sighed, stating in a resigned tone, "Anyhow she has no prospects of marriage with how she looks and conducts herself, better she is away from polluting the rest of the ton with her incessant cynicism and gloom".

Jungkook nodded at these statements seeming calm as a cucumber on the outide, whereas he was internally rattled at the happenings imparted to him. She had left? After so many years, she had decided to just leave? Evidently she had gotten tired of not being enough for London. But how could she leave without telling him?Without even an announcement of her departure?

A little voice in Jungkook's head gave him the blatant answer--not like she had any friends to inform of her departure. And not like he was her husband/brother/legal guardian, who she would have to inform of her comings and goings. After his blasting statement 7 years ago, the few friends she did have, left her --frightened of being associated with her ill repute by merely even conversing with her, or being seen in her presence.

She was a free bird, and Jungkook was hating the fact.

She had left him to play his own game. The pyramid only remained so, when there were people at the bottom. Sure, there were others he could and had manipulated to stay at the bottom, but he wanted her to remain there. Not for her to exit the game altogether.

Y/N was not allowed to be happy or have a Christmas, after what his mother had been through---he would definitely ensure this.

[namchyoon]

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CARTAS MAP OF THE SOUL:7 - MUSIC BANK 2024BTSFESTA BANGBANGCON24

JIMIN - Hoy es el día en que obtuvimos el primer lugar en Music Bank. Gracias ARMY. No lo olvidaremos

JUNGKOOK - ARMYs, estás bien, no? A nosotros también nos va bien jeje. Estoy escribiendo esto ahora y también tengo curiosidad por el futuro…! Mantente siempre saludable y sé feliz. Te extraño…ㅠㅠ

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JIMIN -  Hoy es nuestro séptimo cumpleaños. El tiempo pasará entonces y ya nos acercaremos a nuestro octavo aniversario. Hoy es un día muy feliz. Espero que todos los miembros puedan superar estos tiempos y seguir escuchando su apoyo. Creo que estaremos felices contigo en el octavo aniversario como siempre. Gracias por siempre apoyarnos y cuidarnos. Sigamos juntos hasta los aniversarios 8, 10 y 80

JUNGKOOK - Trabajé duro durante 8 semanas y me sentí muy conmovido y agradecido con nuestro ARMY ♡ por cada preciosa palabra!!! te amo~♡

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JIMIN -  Es un día soleado donde el clima está despejado y no hay polvo fino hasta el punto que se puede ver muy lejos. Cómo es este día en 2022? Armys que pasarán este día en 2022, si hace buen tiempo hoy, qué tal si dejan su teléfono por un momento y tienen un momento para mirar al cielo y hacer algunos estiramientos? Espero que hoy también tengas un feliz día. Te amo

JUNGKOOK - La primavera llega antes de que nos demos cuenta ♡ Están todos bien y felices? Creo que sería muy agradable si el tiempo pasara tan rápido todo el tiempo así, je, quiero apurarme y verte!!!

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JIMIN - Hoy es el día que escuché '2!3!' '들싯'en un largo tiempo. Supongo que es por eso es un día en el que te extraño más de lo habitual. Espero que los ejércitos de este día, y los ejércitos que leerán estas palabras (algún otro día), siempre estén llenos de felicidad. Te amo.

JUNGKOOK - Actualmente estamos esperando el V App de audio! Estoy deseando que llegue porque creo que sería divertido jejejejeje Comí un sándwich antes de empezar! ¡Estoy satisfecho~!

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JIMIN -  Creo que el 13 de junio es un día que se siente como el 1 de enero. Como el equipo nació el 6.13, se siente como si empezamos un nuevo año el día 14. Por eso hoy se siente aún más especial. Para armys sería este día pero el año que viene, ¿no? Una vez más, de hoy en adelante pasemos bien este nuevo año. Te amo.

JUNGKOOK - los 613 que hacemos cada año! Pero hoy es 614! No sabemos si volveremos a tener un día así o no! Así que, hoy! tengo que hacerlo incluso! mejor!! ARMY está mirando!!!

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JIMIN - Hoy es realmente un día muy feliz. Hoy alcanzamos el número 1 en el Billboard HOT 100. Este año fue realmente difícil en muchos sentidos, pero sentí que fui recompensado por poder levantarme juntos y trabajar duro. Este sentimiento que estoy sintiendo ahora mismo espero que todos los ARMY puedan sentirlo. No olvidaré el día de hoy aunque pase el tiempo. Te amo y te amo!

JUNGKOOK - Army, estaba tan feliz que lloré mucho ㅜㅜㅜㅜ Muchas gracias y les devolveré el favor mostrando una mejor versión de mí!!!!♡ Es un día tan feliz... ㅠㅠㅠㅠ

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JIMIN - Hoy es el día del lanzamiento de “BE”. Estaba muy nervioso en la conferencia de prensa, pero lo disfruté y estoy feliz de finalmente compartir las canciones con ARMYs que han estado esperando durante mucho tiempo. Espero que el álbum BE, lanzado hoy, nuestros ARMY se sientan conmovidos y reconfortados después de escuchar el álbum. Les agradezco y los amo siempre!

JUNGKOOK - Hoy hicimos un comeback ~! Ahora vamos a hacer un V live!♡ Nos vemos pronto, no puedo esperar a verte en vivo! vengan Quiero presentarlo pronto en un concierto. Sin falta.

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BTS 2014 LIVE TRILOGY EPISODE II THE RED BULLET

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BTS 2014 LIVE TRILOGY EPISODE II THE RED BULLET

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BTS WORLD TOUR 'LOVE YOURSELF: SPEAK YOURSELF ' [THEFINAL]

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[nanawaffles]

This ask is your chance to talk or rant about anything at all for as long as you want. Need inspiration? What is the nicest thing that happened to you today? What is your opinion about whatever media you've watched or read recently? Talk about your favorite character. Finish this sentence 'In a hole in the ground there lived...'

Hi darling! Thank you for sending this I've been saving it for a rainy day. And it's cloudy with a chance of salt today. I'm a little upset, fandom centric yet again ( because it's usually fandom that gets my goat ) based on shipping and the concept of new fans vs old fans. Is this about Tolkien and rings of power, yes... yes it is.

So in a hole in the ground there lived a 6 year old girl who fell in love with Lord of the Rings, and spent every December reading it for the next ten years. Then at 16 she found out this fantasy series had more content, she devoured it, then at 18 found another book in a secondhand shop and spent way too much money to get it because it was a book from this series and world she ( at that time ) could not find anywhere else. Bit by bit her library grew, at 21 she found the second part of that extra material, and added it to her collection. Now at 29, with two kids, a home based job, and a love of writing, this woman has a shelf dedicated to that piece of fiction, and is passing that love on to her niece, nephew, and children.

Now, as a result I've seen the fandom develop. At 6 I was equal parts enthralled and upset by the Peter Jackson trilogy because there were parts i wish he hadn't changed. Faramir being tempted, Samwise being tempted, the lack of Tom Bombadil and Glorfindel, the changes of Aragorns personality, the seriousness of elves, the omission of the entirety of the Scouring of the Shire. I grew to eventually see these things as different, the books were the books, the movies the movies, similar on many levels but different at certain core things that even now I gotta sigh and go "that isn't right". The Hobbit came out, even more changes occurred. Thranduil was painted with a brush so darkened that many of the fans hated him, Kili fell in love with an elf and instead of dying to defend Thorin he died defending her, Azog in his entirety-- but by now I'd learned that they are separate entities. No adaptation will ever measure up. There will always be creative liberties, there will always be bias and change, and there will always be fans that will tear it apart because they can't handle this reality. Ultimately all adaptations are a form of fanfiction. Is it ideal? No. It just is.

Now we get to the source of my contention. With every adaptation and form of media created off of something, there will inevitably be new fans. These fans do not have the same base, they don't know about obscure lore, they base their experience off the singular media that brought them in. This means their opinions will be very different. Their ships will be different, their canon will be different. And there's two ways to deal with this, and unfortunately I have seen both in the last few months. We either embrace them and attempt to bring them more into the world so they can share what we've been sharing for decades---or we are rude, obnoxious, harassing, attacking and all around unwelcoming, painting ourselves and our fellow fans as if we are these "canon nazis" who cannot bear to see another form of the story we love. How hypocritical we seem. Did we not accept the changes of Peter Jackson's versions? Did we not and do not still tout them as exemplary forms of media? Loyal to the book, right? Jackson missed crucial bits of Tolkiens themes, his own biases showing through. I could give lists with receipts on this if anyone is interested because as a die hard fan I watched the BTS interviews, and realized the reasons my favorite things were omitted.

So now we have Rings of Power, which lacks on finer details, and makes certain decisions which are questionable but it hits on key things. Is it loyal in a literal sense? No. But it's loyal in spirit in many ways. Elrond and Sauron are perfectly done, Celebrimbor is deep and compelling, and no younger casting could have done him with such perfect complexity. We have built so much of this fandom on scraps, sometimes I've realized there's stuff we see as canon that actually isn't because one beautiful thing about this world is how in many ways we have the ability to build it. There is canon, typically that was originally published in the appendices and then the Silmarillion, but there's so much conflicting "canon" that it's not completely wrong for Rings of Power to have made the decisions they did. So Gandalf is hanging with proto hobbits, and Tom Bombadil is there. Show me where it says that cannot happen. Is it fanfic? Yes in a way, but given Amazon has very few rights ( don't get me started on this I'm not happy about it ) it's not surprising.

But Tolkien Fandom... what -- and I mean this most sincerely -- the ever loving fuck.

For the older fans, you're letting the fandom down. Attacking those who were not interested in the movies or books but this is their gateway. I'll repeat that you're insulting and unwelcoming, and giving us who want new blood a horrific name. You've scared so many people do you realize that? So many who want to get into this world but are too afraid of you. Hate Rings of Power if you wish, but do not forget there's a person on the other side of those screens. Artists, writers-- you complain about lack of content and yet kill off anyone else who might be sparked in inspiration because they're new! You should embrace and encourage them to get as deeply into this world as you are not bash them because of what they don't know. Stay humble. Remember that once upon a time you didn't know a Finwe from a Finarfin, elves seemed eternally ethereal and not the absolute dumpster fires that they are. Remember the days, for those who began with the movies, that you thought Arwen saved Frodo not Glorfindel, an elf who you didn't even know his name. Imagine if there had been a hoard of angry fans ready to roast you on a spit because you dared to ship Legolas and Gimli ( for those of you who do ). So, respectfully, take a seat and think about it.

Now to you newbies I have this to say. You're welcome to be here, please don't get discouraged. However, keep humble yourselves, remember that there's a lot of canon you're ignorant of, canon that is precious to us OG fans. Canon like Celebrian and Celeborn, aaand yes I'm looking at you Elrondiel shippers. Ship what you want, but quit bashing those characters. Elrond is not some creep just because he loves Celebrian, he did not watch Celebrian grow up, he met her after she was well over a thousand years old. He loved her so deeply, keeping it to himself for a thousand years until the war was over, and her capture and eventual sailing was big to his character. He did not love Galadriel in that way, no matter what you ship, and Celebrian was not some kind of replacement.

Celeborn is not boring, he's a Sinda with a temper and a hatred of dwarves who loves his wife, is very giving, and is essential to supporting Galadriel to do what she does. Do not mistake PJ's sloooow talking "where is Gandalf for I much desire to speak with him" Celeborn for Celeborn. He married an elf who though welcome in the kingdom of Doriath was involved in the Kinslaying at Alqualondë. If anything she would have been a slightly forbidden character, who lied by the way to Melian regarding her involvement for years. He married in spite of that, and they built and built and survived and fought together.

Now I will say this version of Galadriel does bring up some questions mainly because they actually nerfed her true power. This elf is the most powerful elf to ever exist, save Fëanor himself. Galadriel is not a sword wielding badass in the second age because she learned at the hand of Melian the Maia, aka she was literally the apprentice to a demigod. The complaints you see about her and our view is because the eldritch horror witch who rules a forest and can literally speak in your mind and unsettle you with how much she knows, got demoted to a commander with a sword who cannot even perceive Sauron himself and leads him straight to Celebrimbor. This Galadriel perhaps would be true to the first age, haughty and arrogant and flipping the Vala off because she doesn't wish to be subject to anyone. The second age however... wellll... no. Sorry. No. Now I suspend my disbelief, and I let myself enjoy the show regardless, but do not think for one second that that's Galadriel. She isn't. Hate that as you will.

Moving on.

Celebrian is not useless but rather essential to the main plot in ways you do not yet understand. Without Celebrian, it's very possible that certain aspects of Rivendell would not be there. Additionally, there would be no Arwen who gives hope to Aragorn, no Elladan and Elrohir who although omitted from film play a major role in the Return of the King. Just because a character is supportive to other characters does not mean she's useless. She is the Lady of Imladris, her capture marked a beginning of Saurons return. Her sailing was tragic, but indicative of a future for Elrond and a reason for him to get through it all. Do not throw out a loveliness that even the actors of Rings of Power acknowledge for your presuppositions on characters you do not understand.

Now I shall quickly address Elrond x Galadriel and why there's so much pushback. Apart from aforementioned stuff it mainly exists in that these two characters have such glorious arcs on their own with their ships that to cut those arcs out seems as if we're gutting the characters for the future. There is now no Lorien, no Celebrian, no Celeborn. Elrond who is millennia younger than Galadriel ( for all you folks who want to bash him for a "canon creep factor" please remember she was hundreds of years old before he was born and according to show canon found him at sirion as a child ) who in canon has a kind of relationship that one would see among colleagues. He respects her, but that's as far as it goes. He marries her daughter which then would infer a mother/son relationship, not one of "he can't get Galadriel so he settles for her kid". Like please... no. So ship what you want but that's what I see in terms of us. The kiss was what pushed y'all over the edge on that score, which tbh is a shame. All that work Rob Aramayo put in, and that's what you got out. Even he said it was platonic and to distract. I'll digress though, I know you don't like hearing that.

And OG fans, quit attacking them. You're not helping us, you're just making things worse.

With that... I'll end this. Thank you for reading.

[taesanemo]

BTS Sims 4 Legacy Challenge

Hi, I was browsing through Reddits and Tumblrs searching for legacy challenges (which are my favorite way to play The Sims) and I couldn't find any really good, long BTS challenges that cover all the eras and have the right amount of challenges for each generation—nothing too overwhelming to completely take away gameplay freedom, but also not so empty that it leads to boredom. I wanted something as elaborate as the Taylor's eras one. Since I couldn't find one and I've considered myself an hardcore ARMY for 6 years now, I decided this was a task for me! So here is the BTS Sims 4 Legacy Challenge. There will be 9 generations, but feel free to skip some if you want. Any changes to the challenge are also welcome! I chose 9 generations because anything less felt incomplete, and more than that is too much. The generations will be: The School Trilogy, Dark & Wild, The Most Beautiful Moment in Life, Wings, Love Yourself: Her, Love Yourself: Tear, Love Yourself: Answer, MOTS: Seven and BE. I choose to compact the school trilogy because it would be too repetitive if done one by one; hyyh pt1&2 and persona are too short and subsequent albums contain the same songs and follow, in a way, the same theme; proof was left out because it is basically a repackaging.

Rules:

The heir of each generation needs to aesthetically represent and behave according to the era they belong to. If you need references, here’s a folder with my favorite photos and concepts from the era: https://br.pinterest.com/taesanemo/bts-sims-4-legacy-challenge/

Part of the fun is the difficulty of earning money, especially in the early generations, so I strongly suggest taking on the extra challenge of Rags to Riches or accepting only the standard starting money in the game, but of course, it's up to you whether you want to use cheats or not! :)

Normal or long lifespan (good luck). In short mode, you can't enjoy the character for the time they deserve…

If you don´t have some packs that are needed for some traits or rules you can always adapt the rules to your gameplay<3

You must complete the aspirations and maximaze the habilities that are required

Have fun! Listen to the albums while you play, change the rules, and do whatever you want as long as it’s fun for you! :))

In case anyone is actually reading and playing this, my twitter is @soobinrock and all my other socials media are on my carrd binrockeng.carrd.co

First Generation: School Trilogy (2 COOL 4 SKOOL; O!RUL8,2?; SKOOL LUV AFFAIR)

Your sim doesn’t have a good relationship with their father. The pressure since childhood has driven them apart. The guardian insists that your sim study and become a doctor or a police officer to lift the family out of poverty, but your sim wants to create art. Art has always been their escape since childhood, and they feel they would never be complete without it. They despise school and all the social rules it enforces, loathing those who agree with them and those who remain silent. A rebellious soul, for sure. At the first opportunity, they will escape this rut and live the life they’ve always dreamed of!

Traits: Self-Assured, Art Lover/Music Lover, Loyal

Aspiration: Musical Genius

Career: Freelance Artist

Rules:

This generation peaks during adolescence and young adulthood: "We tell our story on behalf of those in their 10s and 20s."

Start the family with two sims: your main character and a legal guardian. This sim doesn’t need to be elaborate since you won’t be playing with them! They maintain a difficult relationship with your sim until death or your sim leaves.

You must attend school but never actually attend classes. Always neglect homework and any school activities; none of that matters. What you love to do is write/sing/DJ/dance—choose one!

Be active in the city's street art scene, preferably living in San Myshuno.

Have as many friends as you want, as long as they are all rebellious in some way like you.

Feel free to create rivalries with all figures of authority, such as principals, mayors, celebrities, etc.

Stay away from home whenever possible; you hate that environment.

Have two relationships during high school: one with the most popular person in school who dates you secretly, and after breaking up, they date someone more "acceptable." Then, have another relationship of your choice, but that one doesn’t work out either.

Drop out of school one week before graduation; that was your limit. Make money through your art and move to another city (if you have the Eco Lifestyle pack, that would be perfect). Once settled, finish your studies and apply to college. There, you will find your soulmate, who will be by your side until death do them part. Together, you have one child, and you raise them well—not in the way that typical people might consider good, but in a way you believe is right, and the results aren't horrible. You have a good relationship with your child, despite them being a bit… extreme.

You live the rest of your life dedicating yourself to your work, family, and friends. And although you may not be the model citizen, you feel that you’ve lived your life in the best way possible.

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Second Generation: DARK & WILD

People might think you live a careless life and don’t care about the responsibilities that come with your actions, but you don’t see it that way! What is life if not an opportunity to dive headfirst into the world without thinking? Your parents raised you with love, and that’s what you seek most in the world and in all people. It’s a shame that not everyone thinks like that… At some point, you end up becoming what everyone expected, perhaps it was a lost battle from the beginning.

Traits: Kleptomaniac, Lovebug, Hates Children

Aspiration: Public Enemy

Career: Criminal

Rules:

As a child, you are raised with encouragement to be who you want and to seek adventure, just like your parents always dreamed.

You must maximize your guitar and romance skills and complete the aspiration.

Just like your parents, you love music, and your guitar is your faithful companion throughout your life.

Your kleptomania starts in childhood; your entire life you try to control it, but in adolescence, you realize that even if it’s immoral, you can’t stop it. This is who you are.

You never had many friends, but in high school, you fall in love with your best friend, who is a completely maladjusted and complicated person. You live a tumultuous romance; even though this person hurts you, it seems you can’t help but love them.

Once you become adults, you and your partner move into an apartment (still in Evergreen Harbor if you have the pack), and one random night, they disappear. After a year, when you hear the doorbell and open the door, there are two infants, twins, and a note explaining that your ex-partner got involved in something dangerous and didn’t want to be around for your sake and the sake of the children, who apparently aren’t yours either…

When the children arrive, quit your job and live only off what you already have in your bank account.

Neglect the children and drown your sorrows in alcohol…

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Third Generation: The Most Beautiful Moment in Life

You grew up in what you like to call hell; your parents always despised you and your sibling, and they never even tried to keep you alive. So you were forced to mature very early. When things get really difficult, any sign of light can become everything to you. Perhaps that's why you love anyone who cares so intensely, and that is your biggest flaw… Despite this, the only thing you can do after the cards fall is to pick them up again.

Traits: Gloomy, Erratic, Jealous

Aspiration: Soulmate

Career: Freelance photographer

Rules:

You have a terrible relationship with your parent and, from a young age, you hasd to act as the adult in the house.

As a child, you meet someone who understands you and has a complicated life just like yours; you can't imagine being apart from them—they are your everything.

In your teenage years, you and your soulmate find more people and form a group of friends you trust. Despite everything you're going through, you experience a youth full of special memories with them.

A traumatic episode leads you to run away from home with your sister and your soulmate. You find a cheap container to live in.

You do what you can to survive. You start trying to make money from your passion for photography, and little by little, life continues.

At some point, your partner decides they want something more; that life isn’t for them, the city feels like a prison, and the only way out is to leave. This moment shatters your world—you can't imagine life without them, and you hit rock bottom.

Once the shock wears off, you realize you can't live like this anymore. You pack up what's important and move to a new place (if possible, Windenburg). There, you build a new cycle, meet incredible people, and gradually rebuild your life.

As an adult, you meet someone interesting. They aren't like you and they aren't perfect, but they are willing to be your partner, and you love them.

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Fourth Generation: WINGS

Perhaps you are truly bizarre and enigmatic, or maybe the unknown holds a delicious allure… The strange has always captivated you; the wrong beckons, and you have no desire to refuse. Obstacles mean nothing; you can fly—you are destined to fly.

Traits: Macabre, Art Lover, Paranoid

Aspiration: Renaissance Sim

Career: Reaper/Undertaker

Rules:

Embrace your strangeness in all aspects of your Sim’s life—personality, choices, relationships, and appearance.

Foster a deep bond with at least one parent; their love for you is unwavering, even if they struggle to understand you.

As a child, let playing the organ be your passion, as you grow explore a variety of unusual and unexpected hobbies.

You are impulsive, make surprising choices and handle their consequences with ease; little can shake you.

Throughout your youth, keep just one friend your age; your social circle otherwise consists of your parents and the wise elders in your neighborhood.

Whenever the opportunity arises, delve into the occult: explore Strangerville, uncover secret passages, indulge in the Life and Death and Supernatural packs, and immerse yourself in vampire lore.

As a young adult, you fall for the Grim Reaper (you decide how this fateful meeting occurs)… this forbidden love persists, even if you know its wrong.

Eventually, your sins come back to haunt you, leading to the loss of someone dear due to your dark pursuits (you choose how this unfolds).

In the aftermath, you step back from your wild ways, reassessing your choices. You realize that being different doesn’t mean you must be extraordinary; you can embrace your uniqueness without harming yourself or those around you. Maybe you can't touch the sky, but still, you want to stretch out your hand; you want to run just a bit more.

Complete your aspiration and cultivate three random skills, including Piano/Organ. You’ll decide whether to pursue another relationship, how to bring a child into the world, and if that child will be the product of your love with the Grim Reaper.

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Fifth Generation: Love Yourself: Her

You are captivated by the idea of love, something that has never been viewed positively in your family. Still, you are committed to changing that, to showing that love is what drives the world, that it’s written in the stars and part of who we are… "You know, I know… You are me, I am you."

Traits: Lovebug, Clumsy, Bookworm

Aspiration: Freelance Botanist

Career: Astronaut

Rules:

In this generation, there's no need to complete your aspiration (it will make sense in the storytelling).

During childhood and adolescence, you make many friendships, going out whenever you can. With your bubbly personality, you believe in the goodness of everyone.

You have a divided passion for both space and Earth; you love astronomy and gardening—master these skills. As you reach adolescence, you begin to explore romance, deciding how to navigate it while always giving your all in your relationships.

Though you’re naturally popular and seem confident, you struggle with self-doubt. Your identity feels lost amid your purpose, ideals, and the image others have of you; you don’t truly know yourself.

As a young adult, you find yourself swayed by others’ opinions, abandoning one of your passions—gardening—to focus solely on becoming an astronaut, a career the is seen serious and respectable.

Astronomy, once a joy, becomes a burden, and giving up gardening only adds to your stress. You come to loathe what you do. Near adulthood, you succumb to pressure and marry the worst relationship you’ve ever had, forming a "perfect family" that feels utterly false to you.

You spend the rest of your life crafting a deceptive image for others, clinging to the "what ifs" that could have changed everything.

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Sixth Generation: Love Yourself: Tear

Enough pretending; life isn’t a business. It’s time to stop suffering—you already know that feeling; it’s not innovative, and it doesn’t teach you anything new. It’s time to do what you love and be around those who deserve it.

Traits: Gloomy, Socially Awkward, Loves Outdoors

Aspiration: Bestselling Author

Career: Writer and Singer

Rules:

Just like your parents, you spent your childhood and half of your adolescence pretending to have a perfect life, acting in their pathetic little play.

In the middle of high school, the shock of one parent’s death (you can cheat a bit on this) throws the family into chaos, and you seize this opportunity to leave.

Despite distancing yourself from your family, your circle of relationships remains the same for a while, including a “perfect” relationship that falls apart when you decide to embrace the changes and be yourself.

This heartbreak hits you hard, and amidst a deep depression, you reflect on all the times you had to wear a mask, lie, withdraw, and act like someone you’re not, all for your family and some idiotic reason buried in your mind that forced you to participate in that farce.

You then decide to embark on a journey to discover who you truly are, independent of anyone else. The sadness has reached a point of boredom; you need to change.

Travel with your sim across various maps (or the ones you have), meet new people and explore new hobbies, and dive into game mechanics you’ve always been curious about. You are young, wild, and free!

Amidst your adventures, you discover new passions like singing, writing books, and living in the world without boundaries. And of course, you also find love with someone who, like you, has no grand dreams.

You both live the rest of your lives together as a family, traveling in a trailer you call home, singing in bars, writing novels, and savoring all that life has to offer.

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Seventh Generation: Love Yourself: Answer

You are an odd being, but you sure are yourself! And nothing in the world could change that. Soon in your life, you realize that even the most stable and positive people go through some things that can change them for life. You do not deny or reject when these times come, but you refuse to let them tell you how or who to be.

Traits: Outgoing, Self-Assured, Dance Machine

Aspiration: Master Actor

Career: Actor

Rules:

You grew up in a supportive family that, despite carrying some difficulties and a ton of generational trauma, always backed your choices and made sure you didn’t lose yourself to societal pressures.

During your family travels, when you stopped in Del Sol Valley, you fell in love with the star-studded lifestyle. The luxurious, colorful life filled with parties and people to share your moments with seemed like the perfect future, and it became your goal.

(If you don’t have the Get Famous pack, you can adjust this storytelling and the aspiration, etc., to another art form of your preference.)

When you reach your teenage years, your parents decide to settle in one city for a few years so that you can focus on your studies. During this time, you meet your platonic soulmate who shares the same dream as you.

When you graduate, you two decide to move to Del Sol Valley, and begin to build your careers.

You love dancing and parties, always attending them and maximizing your skills in dance and mixology.

At one of these parties, you fall in love and enter a complex romance that lasts longer than it should, but you soon realize it’s not working, and for the good of both, you decide to end it.

Over time, you realize that romantic love isn’t for you; you are happy just with the company of your friends and family! At the peak of your career, you and your platonic soulmate decide to build a family together (you can adopt or have a baby through IVF), and you enjoy everything that life, parties, and fame have to offer in a home filled with love, laughter, and color.

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Eighth Generation: Map of the Soul: 7

You were raised under the spotlight, while most people have to face external hardships and obstacles to achieve their dreams in life. You don’t have much to strive for; you are loved and have everything you need right at your fingertips. But your growing shadow swallows you and becomes a monster; your worst enemy is within you.

Traits: Loner, Neat, Gloomy

Aspiration: Friend of the World

Career: Actor/Dancer/Idol

Rules:

Despite not facing pressure from your family, you were a child prodigy. You felt it was your obligation to be extraordinary (maximize three types of art as a child and achieve academic excellence).

Even though you have all the talent you need, every time you had to showcase it, you couldn’t. You despise the people around you; they are all superficial and cruel.

In your teenage years, to survive in the industry your family is part of and get through high school, you create a persona. You force yourself to be a model of perfection and "altruism," shining like the biggest stars.

Throughout your life, you can have as many relationships as you want, but they are all superficial; you don’t have time for anything deeper.

When you become a young adult, things start to crumble. Your art no longer resonates with you, the people around you don’t really know you, and the need to withdraw only grows. You regret all the moments you had shine. You become dark and empty, just a shell surviving on applause. You become arrogant and sad, and everyone notices your misery.

Around the same time, you fall deeply in love with someone, but your routine keeps you from being together, which breaks you.

With your last shred of sanity, you decide to abandon everything. You run away to the countryside with your lover and embark on a journey to rediscover the simple joys of life, your art, and yourself.

(I highly recommend the K-Pop Star Mod by KawaiiStacie for this generation. The challenge involves many forms of art, but due to The Sims, this mechanic might have become repetitive by this point in gameplay. So, it would be nice to find a new way to achieve fame.)

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Ninth Generation: BE

The idea of a new routine is frightening. Your little bubble is everything you have and everything you know. You don’t want to leave it behind, but when situations beyond your control force you out of that fantasy, you are compelled to face your new reality… after all, life goes on.

Traits: Generous, Geek, Family-oriented

Aspiration: Neighborhood Confidante

Career: Engineer/Tech Guru

Rules:

Since you can remember, your family and you have been involved in the local community. You know everyone, spend your days in parks, squares, and shops, and all your friends are your neighbors. That place is very important to you and is part of who you are.

An unexpected aspect of your personality is that you love video games. You attend all the geek conventions and build robots and electronics as a hobby, even though you’re not very interested in the academic side of things.

At the end of your adolescence, your family experiences a tragedy, and you find yourself alone in the world. The local authorities send you away to live with your closest relative until you reach adulthood. You lost everything overnight, including yourself.

(Your Sim can only return to their hometown after they manage to buy their old house back from scratch, regardless of the cost.)

When you finally return, you realize that much has changed while you were away. Some of your friends have started families, others have moved away, and new people have joined the community. Some places have modernized, and most importantly… it wouldn’t be the same because your family isn’t there.

This shock is difficult to overcome, but with the resilience your parents taught you, you build new connections, establish a new routine, learn to appreciate change, and discover new passions.

You create a beautiful family, giving birth to some of your children and adopting others (you can choose how many). You work in fields you enjoy, experience love, and find true joy in doing good for your community.