#collectively they can name ~3 members of bts

[minghaosmilfshirt]

no context, Jungkook Spaghetti🍝

[pennyellee]

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐆𝐍𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐅𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐈 | 𝐉𝐉𝐊 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐁 𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐔 pairings: heartthrob!jk, yandere!jk x fashion employee f!reader genre: dark romance, smut, porn with plot, 90s word count: 14K beta read by @chaoticpuff17 (ily) masterlist

summary: You, a determined fashion designer, find yourself entangled in a collaboration with the irresistibly charming and egotistic heartthrob, Jeon Jungkook. Will this partnership remain strictly professional, or will he make the lines blur?

warnings: minors dni 18+ | sexual tension, emotional distress, teasing, fingering, unprotected sex, jk is selfish af, jk is delulu, oral (fem receiving), forced oral (m receiving) spanking, squirting, cum swallowing, creampie, yandere behaviour, obsessive behaviour, choking, rough sex, pussy pounding, bruises, manipulation, gaslighting, strong language, oppressiveness

disclaimer: this story is purely fictional, it does not depict real-life events or involve any actual members of BTS. This story will contain strong language, explicit content, obsessive behaviour, alcohol drinking, illegal activities, oppressiveness, which we do not condone.

author's note: so as I said in the preview, this did not go as planned but I really enjoyed writing this to the point that I might do a part 2, perhaps 3, but we'll see about that. JK is delulu af here and the reader does not think through everything. For those who did not read preview and came upon this just now - originally what i wanted to build around was how Rachel Green from Friends was offered a job at Louis Vuitton but it was in Paris and Ross did not want her to go - that was supposed to be the whole plot (with slight changes ofc), well and somehow it went a bit darker than i intended so instead of rom-com, i'd rather listed it as dark romance and yandere. Hope you'll enjoy it! Love, always.

1996

“He said what now?!” The sentence burst out of you with a high-pitched tone, nearly causing your latte to spill all over your pristine white blouse and grey blazer. Not exactly the ideal way to kick off a new month, you mused as your friend dropped the bombshell about a certain someone.

“That you’re the future mother of his children,” said your friend, an amused smirk playing on her face. “I seriously don’t know how you can still resist him, girl.” But resist him, you did.

Jeon Jungkook was undoubtedly one of the most sought-after and sexiest heartthrobs of the decade, possessed the best face card in the industry and carried the biggest ego in all of New York City. You could vividly recall the day he strolled inside of your office with the head of your department. A cocky, playful grin plastered on his face the moment his eyes landed on you.

Right from the very beginning, you made it crystal clear to Jungkook that your relationship would be strictly professional during your collaboration on the Calvin Klein project. He was given his own collection of men’s wear, and the job to work with him fell upon you.

You knew that this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for you to elevate your standing within the fashion circle. Jeon Jungkook’s fame was immense, and your name would be signed on the collection too. It’s not like you are head over heels that your name would be associated specifically with Jeon Jungkook, but you understood right away that this could put you on the radar. Your boss had even hinted at the possibility of a higher position within the department.

He constantly teased you, flirted shamelessly, and crossed boundaries by touching you as if you were his girlfriend. It was wildly inappropriate, especially given that the two of you had never even gone out for a work dinner or lunch alone. There were always other people from the team, and yet he always managed to find a way to sit right next to you. But it seems Jungkook was still living in an illusion where you were his girlfriend.

Your gaze shifted to the majestic Twin Towers, standing proudly in the distance, as you let out an annoyed puff of air.

“He’s ridiculous,” you finally declared.

“Or cute,” countered your friend, opposing your viewpoint. She found this pseudo-relationship with Jungkook amusing, but a small part of her secretly wished you’d just give in and go out with him. It was quite some time since you were in a relationship, and Jeon Jungkook would definitely be a nice catch. You were not interested. Or you tried to persuade others that you aren’t.

“No, ridiculous,” you retorted again, lips pursed, and brows furrowed.

“Oh, come on, give him a chance finally!!” she exclaimed.

“Absolutely not! He’s egoistic, manipulative, a cocky little bastard with damn good hair,” you said, your tone rising as you reached your final proclamation, which had simply slipped out of your mind that way.

“See? One good thing — good hair. Marry him,” she laughed it off.

“Now you’re being ridiculous, and I’m going to be late for work.” You said while dusting your black skirt, grabbing your purse, and leaving a few bucks for the coffee. The song on the radio stopped your departure for a moment, listening to the familiar voice coming from it, you rolled your eyes.

“That’s a clear sign, Y/N. Give it a chance!” she called after you, and you couldn’t help but throw a side eye her way, though a small smile tugged at the corners of your lips nonetheless.

As the day passed, you found yourself increasingly entangled in the whirlwind of meetings, fittings, and photoshoots with an ever-present Jungkook. The photoshoots, in particular, became a source of both frustration and amusement. However today, a bigger problem surfaced.

“Why’s he half-naked, Lucy?!” You hissed at your assistant. Normally, you are very kind and respectful to everyone, but Jungkook had managed to irk you the moment you stepped into your office, finding him already seated in your chair with that smirk you despised. Bringing a coffee for you, which you never drink, or donuts that you always share with the department - not eating one yourself.

Jungkook, adorned in the latest Calvin Klein designs you two had meticulously crafted together, claimed a personal touch of his persona— at least, that’s how he described it. He looked effortlessly handsome, the camera adoring him, but what grated on your nerves was that his attention was solely focused on teasing you.

“We also have shirts, why is he not wearing one?!” You continued, expressing your disagreement to what was before you. What angered you even more was that you could not stop staring at his abs.

“We shot with shirts earlier. They said the underwear and jeans will appear more artistic if his V line and abs—”

“Alright! Alright!” You stopped her in mid-sentence. You didn’t want to look that way nor you didn’t want to admit that showcasing his V-line would enhance the aesthetics of the jeans. Therefore, you took a deep breath and walked towards the refreshments, you were in need of a second cup of coffee.

You heard the photographer call for a break, but you were focused on calming yourself with a steaming cup of coffee. Despite your irritation, you couldn’t deny that he looked breath-taking in the outfits you had designed, and it infuriated you.

Suddenly, two arms were laid flat on the table’s surface, caging you in between. You could imagine his devilish grin. He did this way too often, whether it was his fingers lightly tracing your arm or tucking a loose strand of your hair behind your ear, looking intently into your eyes until you were fighting yourself to not get lost in his Bambi eyes.

“We’re almost done for today,” he whispered seductively into your right ear, his lips almost touching it. Your breath stammered.

“And yet you did not learn a single thing about professionalism or work ethic.” You bit sarcastically, turning slowly to face him.

Jungkook’s grin only widened at your remark, and you couldn’t decide whether you were infuriated or slightly flustered by his audacity. He leaned in even closer, his breath grazing your ear as he spoke in a low, husky tone.

“Tutor me then, in bedroom — preferably” he suggested, his lips still dangerously close to the shell of your ear.

“I don’t think so. You’re beyond help,” you shot back, trying to assert control over the situation. His proximity was distracting, and you couldn’t afford to let him undermine the fact that you were in charge.

Jungkook continued to hover over you, the photographer calling for everyone to regroup for the next set of shots. You seized the opportunity to escape his magnetic pull, smoothly slipping out from between the table and his arms, deciding to escape to your humble office, seeking solace in the calmness it provided.

It wasn’t long before the shoot officially ended, and you knew damn well, that the man wouldn’t leave you alone. The door creaked open, and you turned to find Jungkook leaning against the frame, that infernal smirk still etched onto his face.

“We did a good job, why don’t we celebrate it over at my place, baby?” he complimented, but there was an undertone of something else in his voice. You overlooked his physique and leaned back in your chair, narrowing your eyes, making a clicking sound with your tongue.

“Jungkook, again, this was a professional collaboration. Nothing more,” you asserted, emphasising each word. If you did not say this sentence at least a hundred times you don’t know. He never takes it seriously; it appears as he is still trying to hammer his way into your guarded heart.

He pushed himself off the doorframe and sauntered closer. “We’ll see about that,” he said, leaving you with a cryptic grin as he exited your office. The only thing you could do is sigh.

Before you went to continue working, you heard how Jungkook’s voice echoed from the hallway.

“I bet I can change your mind, sweetheart!”

You rolled your eyes, muttering under your breath.

“Not a chance.”

The denim collection with Jungkook was taking shape, and the buzz surrounding the collaboration grew with each passing day. A success, your boss was much more than pleased.

This success, however, meant even more for you. You were on cloud nine, basking in the glory of your hard work and the prospect of a ground-breaking partnership. Totally, forgetting to play unreachable when it came to the clinging boy who starred in this iconic collaboration. And that must have given him a false hope, perhaps a narrative in which you were his girl.

You were sitting in your office when you hung up the telephone after speaking with the vice president of Guess that contacted you earlier last week, offering you a part in a project for their brand, in Los Angeles. A dream come true for you. Leaving this place, after years of building your career from scratch, felt overwhelming. You loved working under Klein, yet it was time for you to take it higher. Your boss did not offer you a new position, and therefore, you did not hesitate to take the job opportunity and elevate yourself in fashion ranks.

It was an offer too tempting to resist, and you found yourself diving headfirst into the project, not even looking at the door when someone stepped in without knocking.

“You may leave the reception reports on the table, Lucy,” you said once feeling a presence in your office, not raising your eyesight from your computer, writing the prompts for the project Guess wants you to lead. Your twelve days’ notice already printed out, ready to be signed by your boss. You planned to stop by his office after you would finish writing the draft and sending it to the Guess team together with the copy of your portfolio that you needed to make before you leave.

When there were no reports left on your table after a good long minute, you looked up.

“You can’t just leave.” he said, standing tall in the frame of the door, stepping inside once you finally gave him your attention. You could sense a hint of desperation and anger in his voice.

You raised your brows at him. How does he know? The mere thought of you leaving for LA, leaving him behind, was enough to make him confess the depth of his feelings.

You leaned to the leather armchair and listened to him closely.

“What are you talking about Jungkook?” His eyes betrayed a mix of anxiety and vulnerability as he blurted out his fears.

“What about us? What about everything we’ve built together?” He stepped closer to your desk, looking directly to your eyes. You were taken aback by the raw emotion in his words. The air in the room thickened.

The once-confident man now stood vulnerable before you, stripped of the bravado that had defined him. And you were utterly confused and surprised how delusional this man is.

“What are you even saying, Jungkook?” you questioned, your tone a mix of confusion and frustration.

“You can’t leave me!” He raised his voice an octave higher.

“Calm your tits. I’m a grown-up woman. I can do what I want.” You sassed back at him, tired of this made up situation-ship in his head. He scoffed, a bitter smile playing on his lips.

“We’ve built something special, and I can’t watch it crumble because of some job offer!” He continued his rampage. You took a moment to breathe his words in, closing your eyes and counting to ten to calm yourself.

“Jungkook, I appreciate your honesty, but I can’t give you what you’re asking for.” This caught him by surprise. Instead of screaming at him, you chose to play the I’ll stay calm and professional card.

His eyes widened in disbelief, a mix of confusion and hurt clouding his features. “What do you mean?”

Choosing your words carefully, you said: “I genuinely value this project we worked on together, but it’s time for us to part our ways.” To fool him was your goal.

Jungkook’s shoulders slumped, the weight of your words settling upon him. “Who are you lying to, Y/N?” His words shocked you.

“I’m not lying Jungkook, I’m telling you the truth to your face, as you were too stubborn to hear it before.” You stood up from your chair, moving to lean on the front of your desk, to show him he cannot get to you.

The room fell into a heavy silence as Jungkook looked deep into your eyes, searching for the truth in your words.

“So, it’s all about the career for you? You’re willing to sacrifice everything else, including us?” Your jaw clenched, but you maintained your composed façade and with flaring nostrils and clenched teeth, you spoke.

“There is no us, Jungkook. Get it into your head already!” So much for being calm. The room crackled with tension as the argument reached an impasse. Jungkook shook his head, a mixture of disbelief and frustration.

“I can’t believe you’re throwing away what we have because of some job.” Your eyes widened even more and the fact he would not listen boiled your blood.

“Do I need to spell it out for you? I’m not your girlfriend! I was never your girlfriend, and I will never be your girlfriend!”

But Jungkook wasn’t ready to accept defeat. His frustration reached a boiling point too, and without warning, he grabbed you by the shoulders, pulling you into an intense, angry kiss. It was a clash of emotions, a tumultuous blend of passion and anger that fuelled the fiery exchange.

Your initial instinct was to resist, to push him away, but the intensity of the kiss ignited a different kind of fire within you. His lips moved fiercely against yours, gripping your ass in his hands, making you moan to his lips. Your hands found their way to his hair, fingers threading through the dishevelled locks as the kiss deepened, your frustration causing to tug them. He growled from pleasure at the sensation.

It was a collision of lips and tongues, a heated exchange that spoke volumes without a single word. Once his hands disappeared under your skirt and the heat intensified, a sudden surge of clarity washed over you, breaking the intoxicating spell.

With a forceful push, you broke away from the kiss, creating a space between you and Jungkook. You locked eyes with him, your chest heaving as you struggled to regain control of the situation.

“I need you to leave,” you stated, your voice cutting through the lingering tension, you leaned against the desk, your heart still racing from the intensity of the moment.

Jungkook, still caught in the haze of desire, tried to close the distance again, but you held up a hand, halting his advance.

“Leave!” You growled, turning your back to him. You didn’t want him to see your face anymore, because soon enough, tears would break from your eyes. You’re overwhelmed.

A loud bang of the door signalled that he finally understood and left. Breaking down with tears streaming down your cheeks you gasped for air. Tears blurred your vision as you struggled to regain composure.

You’ve counted to ten again, wiping your tears. You felt taken advantage of. He went too far this time. But this was only the beginning of his tremulous and wicked plan he had for you.

You packed your purse, ready to leave your office, you just needed to grab your work portfolio that you needed to send over to Guess. But the space it always inhabited, on the conference table, was empty. And you had one lucky guess who the thief was. “Fucking bastard.”

In the days that followed, the chaos in your personal and professional life escalated. The stolen portfolio, a representation of your work, became a haunting absence. As if the life source of your hard work was cut down.

Determined to salvage what remained of your career, you began the arduous task of recreating it. But time was not on your side, and as you delved into the meticulous process, news of your termination from Calvin Klein reached you like a punch to the gut.

The phone call was impersonal, a cold voice delivering the news of your dismissal as if reading from a script. Some Jack from the HR department spoke to you, someone you have never ever seen in the building whatsoever. Your boss did not even pick up the call when you wanted to ask what made them push the decision to let you go. You certainly did not deserve this after years of working for the brand. The reasons were vague and you knew this had to source from someone powerful. In simple terms, someone snitched that you’re planning to leave.

As the reality of unemployment settled in, you clung to the remnants of optimism that lingered, but even that proved elusive.

You were hundred percent sure that he is trying to sabotage your whole life when the call from Guess, a reason you did not fight for your position at Klein’s delivered another blow.

Their decision not to collaborate with you crushed the remnants of optimism that clung to your spirit. The dream that had seemed within reach now slipped through your fingers, leaving you in a free fall of uncertainty.

They hadn’t even granted you the courtesy of waiting for your portfolio, even though it wouldn’t be what they expected. Whatever oral agreement had been in place disintegrated. So here you are — jobless.

All this left you reeling with disbelief. The career you had meticulously built, the dreams that had taken years to nurture, all unravelling at the seams. The pain was visceral, a mix of frustration, anger, and a profound sense of betrayal.

You were certain that Jeon Jungkook himself was pulling the strings behind the scenes. And you hated him for it, needed to confront him and say that shit with your chest right to his face— he can go fuck himself. Set the record straight once you’re there.

Whatever he was thinking by ruining your career will force you to do, he better fix it before you’ll sing to the media about his bunny smile and kind heart being all fake. The line had been crossed, and he would face the consequences of pushing you to the brink. Or so you thought it would go how your brain delusional thought it through.

Hence, with a heavy heart and a determination to confront the chaos head-on, you stood before the front door of his infamous penthouse. Emotions swirling within you like a tempest.

With a deep breath, you knocked, the sound echoing through the quiet hallway. The door swung open, revealing Jungkook’s bunny smile reaching his eyes.

“Well, well well, are we ready to talk like adults, pretty?” He mocked this whole situation because he knew this would end up in his favour, nonetheless.

He moved back to let you in, and you stepped into his apartment, a mixture of anger and desperation in your gaze.

“I know you took it,” you said, crossing your arms on your breasts. The heels of your black leather boots echoed in the apartment when you turned to face him.

“Took your breath away by that heated kiss, sexy, certainly. Otherwise, I did not take anything.” Jungkook scoffed, crossing his arms defensively. The tension in the room was palpable as you square your shoulders, refusing to back down. You blinked twice at his cheesiness. The tip of your tongue moved to rest on the bottom of your upper teeth, your smile spreading on your face. The chuckle came out of you so naturally, laughing at his ridiculously ridiculous behaviour.

“Don’t play dumb, I know it was all you. You malicious sabotaging petty boy—” You retorted, articulation perfectly clear while the words laced with underlying frustration and anger.

He sighed, weariness settling over him. “You think I stole your portfolio to sabotage your career? You’re giving me too much credit, love.” Here he comes.

“I said nothing about my portfolio, Jungkook.” You said playing with his name on your tongue. A tense silence hung in the air as he considered your words, clicking his tongue, clearly annoyed and you were just getting started.

“I managed to figure that out. A drink? —” He offered, shrugging her statements of like snow in summer whilst he moved to the small bar that was a part of his spacious living room.

“I don’t want a drink, Jungkook. I want it back now,” you replied, your tone cutting through the casual offer. The anger in your gaze intensified, fuelled by the frustration of dealing with his nonchalant attitude.

“Let’s talk, baby.” He gestured towards the living room, as if trying to usher you into a more comfortable setting for the impending confrontation. He knew this was just a little shower, the real storm was still far away, giving him space to prepare.

As you moved, you could not help but notice the contrast between your demeanour and his. While your arms were still crossed defensively, his posture exuded a calm confidence that irked you further.

You took a seat on the edge of the sofa, not willing to fully settle into the illusion of camaraderie. Jungkook, on the other hand, sprawled onto a nearby chair, the picture of nonchalance.

“I need that portfolio to get a job because a certain someone has to be bitchy and sabotage my whole career because his big ass ego cannot take rejection. Give it to me,” you fired off, your words sharp and accusatory. He leaned back in the chair, smirking.

“Those are very bold words, Y/N. I would prefer to think of it as a wake-up call for you, not sabotage.” Your incredulous glare only intensified.

“Are you fucking serious Jungkook? A wake up call? You’ve just jeopardised everything I’ve worked for, and you’re calling this a wake up call?”

He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, his gaze locked onto yours.

“I can get you a better job.”

You scoffed. The audacity of his response fuelled the simmering anger within you.

“You can’t get a shit, so give it back to me, and I’ll be on my way,” you requested.

Jungkook’s smirk remained, an infuriating mix of arrogance and nonchalance.

“No,” he said, smiling. Your hands clenched into fists at your sides, the frustration reaching a boiling point. He leaned back, seemingly unperturbed by your rising anger.

“What do you mean no?!” you shot back, your voice sharp.

“You were about to make a decision that would have consequences beyond your imagination. I had to intervene.”

“What the fuck are you on again?” Jungkook’s gaze remained fixed on you, the intensity of his stare almost unnerving while your voice went an octave higher. Your frustration reached its peak, and you stood up, pacing the room as you ranted. You were breathing heavily, trying to calm yourself.

You needed that portfolio, it was a collection of years of a work and your best work to be specific. The lousy new version won’t get you a job at no high-profile fashion brand and you cannot afford to go lower than your last position.

“Alright—” You said defeated, turning yourself to face him again, you put off your black leather jacket and fixed your low ponytail, slumping back to his sofa. Spreading your arms on the backrest and cross your legs.

Jungkook took a moment to breathe in the sight before him; he was throbbing for you.

“—what do you want?” you asked. He leaned back further into the chair, putting his masculine tattooed arms to rest on the back of his head, showing his abs from under the white tank top he is wearing.

“What do I want?” he mused, as if contemplating the question but he already knew.

“Spill it out.” You barked and he chuckled at your eagerness. He got up from his seat and dangerously slowly walked towards you.

When he reached you, both of his arms pressed to the leather of the sofa inches from you, caging your body. Your breath stammered as you looked at him towering over you, the golden chain around his neck hanging.

“Firstly, I want you to be my good girl, apologise for being a brat the other day and admit there is an “us”. Secondly—” he whispered seductively, closing the approximate distance while doing so. He was right in your face, looking over at your lips evidently, he was controlling himself to not attack them. He invaded your personal space. The sudden shift in atmosphere left you breathless, and you could feel the heat radiating between you.

You squared your shoulders, refusing to succumb to the intoxicating energy he exuded. “I won’t apologise for any shit, now secondly?” You said while trying to hold your horses. You hate to admit your pussy was clenching and leaking under his gaze. He was attractive, and no one could deny that.

His fingers grazed your cheek gently, a teasing touch that sent a jolt of electricity through your body. You swallowed hard, trying to maintain a semblance of composure.

“I want these feisty little plump lips wrapped around my thick cock—” you pushed him away from you once you heard his words. Grabbing your jacket and storming your way out to the door, angry with yourself that you let it go this far.

“You walk out that door, and you’re done in this city, fuck even the whole continent if I want,” Jungkook declared, his tone heavy with a sense of entitlement. The words hung in the air, a threat laced with possessiveness that sent a chill down your spine.

“You’re bluffing.” His eyes darkened, a storm brewing in their depths.

“You’re underestimating the consequences, Y/N. I’ll snap my fingers, and you won’t get a job. Anywhere.” A bitter laugh escaped your lips. You did not believe him one bit, determined to try harder at the job hunting.

“You’ve already done enough. You can’t do worse.” You scoffed, the absurdity of his demands pushing you further away. He stepped closer, the air thick with tension.

“You’re not leaving, Y/N. Either you’ll be my good girl and apologise, or all it will take is one phone call.” As you reached for the doorknob, he grabbed your arm with a force that bordered on aggression.

“I am my own woman, Jungkook.” Your eyes flashed with determination as you wrenched your arm free, emphasising every word of the sentence you just uttered.

With that, you swung the door open and stormed out, leaving Jungkook’s apartment and the tumultuous mess behind. The city lights greeted you outside, a stark contrast to the suffocating atmosphere within.

Your telephone remained eerily silent, devoid of the calls and opportunities that once filled it with promise. Jungkook’s vindictiveness had effectively severed the threads connecting you to your professional life, leaving you adrift in a sea of uncertainties.

A tear escaped your eye as you clutched the piece of paper you fetched out of your mailbox — an eviction notice. You had fallen behind on rent, pleading with your landlord for more time, promising to pay in full for two months once you secured a job. But that ended up not happening, and that’s how you find yourself sitting in a messy apartment full of half packed boxes, no job, little money left, and a bottle of cheap wine.

Moving in with friends or seeking refuge with your parents was not an option. They never supported your dreams enough to provide for you in such dire circumstances, especially at your age. Unmarried, jobless, and on the brink of homelessness, you felt trapped.

Despite your efforts to secure another job, including poorly recreating parts of your portfolio, rejections piled up, and the search for a new apartment proved equally futile. Not like you could afford it anyway.

The city that once held promise now felt like a maze of closed doors and dead ends. The mere thought of dialling his number sent a shiver down your spine, a conflicting mix of pride and necessity wrestling within you.

You drank the last of your wine, hiccupped, and cried. With only twenty-four hours to vacate your flat for the new tenant to come in. The friends you once thought you could rely on were facing their own struggles, unable to provide the sanctuary you so desperately needed. You had nowhere to go apart to his clutches if you of course did not want to freeze to death in the bustling city. It confused you how it came to having no other option.

Taking a deep breath, you dialled his number, each ring echoing the surrender of your independence. The telephone rang in your trembling hand. As the call connected, a heavy silence hung in the air and you desperately tried to calm your breathing.

“Jeon speaking,” his voice crackled through the phone. You were shaking in cold sweat, your eyes blood red from crying and alcohol clouded your mind enough to call him.

“Hello?” you heard his voice speak again, and another sob left your lips. The lump in your throat made it difficult to speak, but you pushed through the discomfort.

“I-I’m sorry.” The man on the other line smirked, seemingly thrilled to hear your voice. The next sentence you uttered, however, was even sweeter music to his ears.

“I need you.”

You heard his car park in front of your building the next morning. The boxes were long gone on their way to the heart of Manhattan where Jungkook’s penthouse awaited. It was only you and your suitcase with only necessities packed inside. The reality of the situation hit you as you looked around at the empty apartment. The purple walls, once full of pictures from trips with your friends, were now bare. The fridge stripped of silly magnets you liked to collect, stood empty. Nothing left.

Taking a deep breath, you gripped the handle of your suitcase with a sense of resignation. You glanced out of the window on your way out, finding Jungkook casually leaning against his shiny black Jaguar, smiling directly at you. Closing your eyes, you mentally said goodbye to your small apartment.

Your hair, lazily put into a hair clip when you woke up, had a few stray strands escaping, framing your face that still showed signs of swelling from crying all night.

As you stepped out into the hallway, the door closing behind you, the weight of the suitcase in your hand served as a physical reminder of the choice you had made. Is this really your only option?

The sound of Jungkook’s footsteps echoed in the corridor, approaching closer with each passing second. He ran up the stairs just as you were locking the door. His gummy smile met your gaze, a clear expression of his happiness. The heartthrob had finally gotten you where he wanted you all along.

He was dressed in a denim jacket and jeans from the collection you worked on. As if he was intent on reminding you of something. His long curly locks were gone, replaced by a short mullet.

You, on the other hand, did not feel to dress classy and elegant as you usually did. You swapped heels for a pair of white sneakers, a tight designer skirt for simple blue boyfriend jeans and your upper body was covered by a white shirt layered with a pink shirt you loosely tight on your waist, leaving the buttons half open.

“Baby?” he called out. You must’ve zoned out, as now he was holding your suitcase in his hand, ready to leave.

“M’sorry, I was in my head,” you apologised. You didn’t want to upset him by negatively reacting to the pet name even though you irked to tell him you’re not his baby.

He smiled softly, putting the suitcase down, walking over to you. He caressed your cheek, leaning in for a kiss. Turning your face, he landed his lips on your other cheek. The man chuckled and put the freed strands of your hair behind your ear. “Don’t worry. I got you now.”

The drive to Jungkook’s penthouse was filled with an uncomfortable silence as the city lights passed by in a dizzying display.

“Welcome home!” The words hung in the air, the irony not lost on you. This was far from a home; it was a gilded cage you succumbed to. You did not answer him. You couldn’t bring yourself to do so.

He was saying something about a closet, but your mind totally spaced out looking at the boxes that you packed hours prior, casually sitting in his living room.

“Baby?” You looked at him, eyes wide when you realised you were not listening to him again.

“Do you want to start unpacking or should we head out for brunch first?” He approached you. Jungkook did not stop smiling since he pulled his car in front of your building.

Unpacking felt like an acceptance of this new reality, while brunch felt like an attempt to hold onto some semblance of normalcy.

“I... I think we should talk,” you finally managed to say, your voice carrying the uncertainty that lingered within. Jungkook’s smile wavered for a moment, but he quickly masked it.

You couldn’t ignore the fact that your life had taken a sharp turn, and the unfamiliar surroundings only intensified the sense of displacement. Jungkook threw himself at his sofa just where you were sitting months prior. He motioned with his hand, silently ordering you to sit.

“I promise not to bother you long. I just need you to get me off the blacklist so I can get a job. I can’t be tied to you indefinitely.” You spoke softly, careful to not anger him just yet. You knew he wouldn’t appreciate the direction this conversation was heading, but you needed to set the record straight. This was temporary, at least in your mind.

Jungkook’s expression shifted, a subtle tension in his features. He sighed. Leaning forward, Jungkook grabbed the remote control of the HiFi that was standing proud, setting it on, and whence the soft tones of Isaak’s “Wicked Game” resonated the penthouse, you could not help but raise an eyebrow.

He petted his knee, a silent invitation. You were not stupid to not understand what he wants, yet you opted to sit next to him instead of where he wanted you.

“Maybe we got lost in translation, love.” He spoke leaning closer to you. The music seemed to underscore the unspoken tension in the room.

“You won’t leave me, baby. I’ll keep you so satisfied and happy; you won’t even want to go.” He whispered to your ear. The atmosphere became charged with a palpable desire. His proximity sent a shiver down your spine, a conflicting mix of temptation and resistance.

“You can’t keep me here against my will, Jungkook,” you asserted, maintaining a thin thread of defiance. Yet, the allure of his touch lingered in the air, clouding your better judgement.

“Try me, love. I’ve got ways to make you stay,” he countered, his tone dripping with confidence.

It took all you have in you to stand up and storm to the large windows that provided a magnificent view of Manhattan. This time, however, he was right behind you.

You heard him growl. He was angry, and he proved so once you found yourself pinned to the large window, your back facing him. He attacked your neck right away, bruising every single inch. His hand roamed over your breast, squeezing them to the point you had to moan. The situation escalated rather quickly, your resistance made him press you to his back even harder.

“I’m so tired of your running,” he groaned into your neck. You put your hands on the glass trying to push yourself away and give yourself space to free from his grasp, but he has put a majority of his weight on you. You can feel his growing pulsating bulge on your heart-shaped bottom.

“Maybe I should show you, who you belong to, princess.” He cupped your sex through your pants, and you whimpered from the sensation. You knew this was utterly wrong; you should not react to his touch this way, but you couldn’t help to notice the wetness pooling in between your legs once he continues to attack your neck with his soft plump lips.

“Jungkook-” You tried to resist, but his hand was already done with unbuttoning your jeans, sliding right down to your core. Your panties were sticky, your head was spinning, and the part of a window was getting foggy right next to your mouth from your hot breath.

“I’m gonna fuck you so good.” He pulled his hand out of your pants for a second to wet his fingers and put them right back on the little bud that was waiting to be touched. He pressed his fingertips on your clit, circling it painfully slow. The heartthrob rutted his hips into your ass, looking for a friction, making you move your hips towards his hand. He chuckled to your ear.

“If you want that job, baby, why don’t you deserve it first?” you could sense a little hint of mockery in his voice. The pulsating beats of the music seemed to echo the rhythm of his movements. Now slow and calculated.

As the song reached its crescendo, his finger entered your vibrating heat. “Hm?” He pried, his finger moving in and out in punishingly slow, drawing silent moans from you when he brushed up the right spot.

“W-what do you want?” You stammered out of yourself.

“You. All of you of course.” Jungkook replied in a heartbeat. Your heart raced and your head was clouded by the pleasure he was providing. Moving his finger slightly faster, you found yourself bowing forward, your body wanted him to reach deeper.

“Please—” you whimpered when he slowed down the tempo again.

“Give me an answer baby, will you be my good girl?” Now it was your mind that raced, grappling with the implications of his question while squeezing your walls around his finger.

“Maybe you need a little more convincing, hm?” He softly bit your earlobe whilst inserting his second finger into your heat, making you moan louder than before. You pressed your forehead onto the glass and looked down at his hand in between your legs. The sight made your pussy clench even harder. A small tear escaped your eye, you are overwhelmed, and the pleasure is clouding your sound judgement.

“What will it be, baby?” His fingers finally raised the tempo, and your eyesight was getting blurry, biting your lip from the sensation.

“Fuck—” you nibbed at your bottom lip a bit harder, trying to fight with yourself. But you couldn’t. He was playing a game, and he was winning this round.

“Yes!” you screamed louder than you intended when he hit the sweet spot, making you see stars. You did not necessarily want to agree. It was more of a reaction to how good his fingers feel inside of you. But Jungkook’s interpretation did not align with yours.

What you did not expect is the sudden feel of emptiness once his fingers abdicated its place. You protested with an unpleasant whine of frustration.

He spun you to face him, being quick enough to grab you below your ass, illocutionary forcing you to jump up. Jungkook leaned in to kiss you while he navigated the apartment blindly, right to the master bedroom.

Now you were feeling thrown. Literally. Your body bounced a little while Jungkook stood at the foot of his king sized bed adorned in black sheets. You could smell his expensive cologne on them. He was very eager to continue what you started.

His shirt was long gone and so were his pants when he was pulling down yours, alongside with your through-and-through wet panties. He very quickly inhabited his head in between your legs. Licking all the dirty juice your pussy was producing.

You could not help but to bury your fingers into his hair, slightly tugging on it once he decided to abuse your clit, sucking on it, his piercing cold against your skin. You were starting to feel the knot inside your lower belly, moaning and panting out loud.

“I’m gonna!—” you breathed out heavily. Squeezing your eyes shut, feeling the heat rushing your body.

“Not yet,” said the heartthrob, parting away from you. You shot your eyes open to look at him towering over you, his briefs thrown away somewhere in the room, and his pride leaning proudly against his abdomen, angry and red. The perfect opposite of soft. You gulped down. He was definitely not lying when he suggested he is thick.

The heartthrob helped you get rid of the rest of your clothes, bending down to lay a single kiss right above your clit, maintaining eye contact with you all the time. Sticking his tongue out yet again, making a straight wet line up your belly, ending at the valley between your breasts.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” He groaned, squeezing your tits while pumping his dick, he could not take it anymore.

He spread your legs further, making space for him to fit right in. Your walls are trembling from excitement, especially when he presses the length of his cock to your lips, coating himself in your juices.

“Condo—” you went to say when his lips silenced you in a hard passionate kiss. He moaned to your mouth, pressing the tip of his cock to your entrance, stretching you open. You pressed your hands to his chest, parting away from him. He looked at you with confusion and you repeated yourself.

“Condom, Guk,” you said, using the nickname in an attempt to soften his hard features. Something told you that you might have just pissed him off. The heartthrob sighed and involuntarily got up, walking all the way to the bathroom, giving you a million-dollar view of his ass. Your gaze then shifted to his muscular shoulders, involuntarily admiring his impressive physique. You couldn’t deny he was hot as hell.

Your nipples were perky from the thrill that your body was going through. It was quite some time since the last you got laid. Maybe that’s why it took him minimum effort to turn you into a whiny, needy little bitch.

You heard the light switch going off in the bathroom, and the man himself appearing in the doorframe with the little shiny square in his hands. Tearing it open, he returned to sit on his knees on the bed while sliding the condom on.

He grabbed your legs under your knees with one swift movement, sliding you closer to him. One hand aiming his cock to your entrance the other finding its place on your throat, holding it with the right pressure to elevate your pleasure. Pushing all the way through, you whimpered loudly at the intrusion. He was big, and you felt like you’re going to explode. The heat rushed through you like a momentary fever.

The heartthrob could not wait for you to adjust to his size, and he started to snap his hips into you in a punishing tempo, making your body bounce up at every thrust and clench your eyes shut tightly. Loud moans coming out of you.

“You take me so well, baby.” He whispered into your ear seductively, panting and groaning from the pleasure. He was on cloud nine, finally having the woman he longed for quite some time.

“Got me waiting for this pussy almost the whole damn year.” You met his hungry gaze, your moaning synchronised with his. He crushed his lips to yours one more time before thrusting his cock in and out of your heat faster and deeper.

You bit down on his lip, him groaning at the sensation, slapping your ass in the heat of the moment.

“This pussy was fucking designed for me.” He claimed you.

He was hitting all the right places, making you squeeze your eyes shut again. He upheld his promise to fuck you good. You can regret this after, now it’s not the time.

“M’wanna pound this pretty ass too.” He pulled out of you, turning you to lay on your belly, slapping the already reddened skin before setting you on all fours, ass up. He did not hesitate to rut inside of you again, feeling him all the way in your stomach, you screamed his name.

“Jungkook!” his thrusts set a brutal pace that you were not sure if you’ll survive. Their moans continued to echo in the room.

“You belong to me.” He growled, pounding your pussy, the sound of skin slapping was audible ten times louder than usual. The knot in your lower belly appeared again, got you moaning uncontrollably.

Jungkook sensed that your climax was near and went to rub your clit with the desire to make you cum all over him while getting himself off with you.

“Guk—” you choked on your words, your legs and hands were trembling, tears springing out of your eyes. You desperately needed to cum.

“I know, baby.” He kissed the arch of your back, making his hand and hips move even faster, hitting your cervix. If this is heaven, you don’t want to leave.

“I-I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum!” You shouted, feeling the knot untying itself rather quickly. Jungkook growled right to your ear. He was close too, dangerously close.

“Baby!” He whimpered, feeling the tension rising.

Your juice splashed the sheets as you squirted all over his cock, crying, the orgasm hitting you way too hard. Jungkook’s hips did not stop while he chased his own release, complimenting you, your body, and how you are such a good girl while doing so. With a loud moan and one last deep thrust, he came in you, holding you still while he emptied himself. The warmth of his release felt too authentic, but you were too fucked out to notice.

As you were also too fucked out to notice the empty abandoned condom laying on the ground.

“I love you so much baby—”

It was getting dark outside when you woke up, your head pounding as you looked over your naked body and evident ache in between your legs. The sheer curtains that are covering the floor to ceiling windows, once airy and light, now filter the early evening light into a soft, diffused glow, creating a cosy atmosphere. You cuddled the soft sheets that were wrapped around your lower body, thinking that you could sleep some more.

But when you heard the muted notes of En Vogue’s Whatta Man blasting somewhere in the penthouse, any hopes of serenity were shattered. A curse slipped through your lips as the reality of your surroundings hit you.

“Fuck,” you muttered through your teeth, the small fists pounding against the bed. To muffle the scream of mixed emotions, you seized a leopard-patterned pillow, pressing it against your face.

You had willingly let this happen, all for the pursuit of a damn book and damn fucking job and your damn fucking career. But why was it so precious, you might ask? Your portfolio wasn’t just a collection of pages bound together; it was a culmination of dreams, aspirations, and relentless hard work. Each design you made over the years, a carefully curated piece of your artistic vision, held a piece of your soul.

The portfolio was your identity as a designer, a visual storyteller who poured emotions, creativity, and skill into each piece of clothing. It was something you presented yourself with, and you believed it held the power to open doors. It got you your first adult job after you spent two years in the big apple on your own, dreaming big while washing dishes behind the counter.

And it got you the second job of your early fashion career, a higher position than sales assistant, the head designer at the men’s wear division at Calvin Klein. You were aiming to become the head of the department when a better offer came your way, from Guess.

The project they offered you to be a part of was a kind of interview to get through and sit as the executive director of the women’s department. You were thrilled to accept as you always wanted to design for your gender.

And he fucked it up. So, you have to excuse yourself by letting your guard down, giving him a chance to sway you. You are doing this for you and your career.

You sat on the bed, eyeing the modern bedroom that screamed his name as did the smell of the room. Just like you remembered before you blacked out from all the pleasure he forced upon you.

Sighing, you moved your sore naked body to the edge of the bed. A black leather armchair caught your eye, a clean set of underwear laid out on it, burning under your gaze. You gulped down. This was your mess after all. You let him come too close—extremely close, judging by the recurring ache between your legs.

“Fuck it, it’s fine.” You’d manage somehow, or at least, that’s how you decided to play along with his nonsensical fantasy and possessive behaviour.

You tiptoed down the penthouse, searching for the devil. You knew you were going the right way when the music grew louder. Peeking from the narrow hallway into the living room, he was nowhere in sight. Only the RCA telly with MTV on indicated that he must’ve been there.

The sizzling sound of something cooking and a pleasant aroma hit your ears and nose. He was in the kitchen, cooking. Jeon Jungkook was in the kitchen, cooking. A certain degree of domesticity welcomed you as you stepped into the all-blue kitchen. His kitchen was way nicer than yours, you noted. Large cabinets, the island full of food ingredients he was preparing. Your gaze lingered as your eyes traced his masculine, naked back, tattoos shouting at you. Your knees felt weak at the sight, your body reacting to him as if he were the alpha wolf.

You couldn’t help but bite your lip. He was swaying his hips to the rhythm of the song. Even from this point of view, you could tell he is in a very good mood. It seemed like he was glowing.

You leaned against the arch, contemplating whether to make your presence known or observe from the shadows. Before you could decide, he turned around, planning to cut the vegetables, his eyes locking onto yours immediately. Bunny smile plastered on his face, reaching his ears — a juxtaposition to how anxious you looked in his big shirt.

Quickly circling the kitchen island, he reached you in a matter of seconds. The heartthrob was beaming with happiness seeing you in his kitchen, in his shirt, barefoot, face raw, and all his. At least, that was his perspective after he finally got you where he wanted you.

“Baby!” He squeaked happily, pulling you by your wrists. The movement causes your petite frame to collide with his naked torso. Jungkook did not let you speak even if you wanted to, instead he pulled you even closer, pressing his lips to yours. You yelped, surprised by the unexpected collision. The vulnerability you felt in his presence only heightened as he claimed you, his happiness seemingly derived from having you exactly where he wanted—vulnerable and dependent on him.

The kiss lingered for a moment, and as Jungkook pulled back, his eyes locked onto yours again, gleaming with an unspoken mischief you could not decipher. He seemed to revel in the flustered state he had induced, and a cocky grin played on his lips.

“Morning, beautiful,” he whispered, his warm breath grazing your ear as he finally released your wrists, pecking your lips softly again. The shirt you wore clung to your form.

“It’s almost five pm.” You muttered back after you gave the digital clock on the stove a glance. He laughed it off, not replying.

“How do you like your steak?” he asked, his tone casual as if the passionate kiss hadn’t just occurred.

“M-medium rare,” you stammered, still processing the sudden turn of events. He chuckled, the sound resonating in the cosy kitchen as he came back to the stove to resume cooking, what you assumed is your dinner. Your stomach growled loudly when the delicious smell hit your nostrils, loudly. Jungkook even looked your way, encouraging you to take whatever you wanted from the fridge that was next to him, until dinner was ready.

You looked at the silver double-door fridge, and suddenly, your hunger vanished. Those were your magnets that were on your fridge just hours prior. He went through your boxes and unpacked them. The world was spinning, and your stomach was dangerously twisting.

He noticed the change in your expression, the playfulness in his eyes fading as he followed your gaze to the fridge.

“Something wrong, baby?” he inquired. You swallowed hard, attempting to mask the unease that threatened to bubble to the surface.

“No, nothing,” you replied, forcing a tight smile. His attention returned to the stove, the sizzling sounds and savoury aroma filling the kitchen. The clock on the stove continued its indifferent march towards evening. But your mind stopped.

“I-I think—” you stammered, it was hard for you to speak when there was an evident lump in your throat that wanted to emerge to the surface.

“Baby?” he raised a brow at you, letting everything he was doing to approach you again. You gulped down, trying to breathe it out.

“I think... I need—,” you tried, the words escaping in a breathy whisper. Jungkook’s expression shifted from curiosity to concern as he stepped closer. That got you even more anxious and a quick escape was a way you opted.

Your legs carried you back to the room where you knew a bathroom would be near. You heard him calling your name, but he did not run to get you. He must have thought that you’re trying to run again, but when he saw you going the way the master bedroom is, he did not push it.

You slumped right to your knees, emptying your already empty stomach into the toilet. Tears stringed from your eyes. Before you could calm or clean yourself the door creaked open, and Jungkook’s concerned voice seeped into the bathroom.

“Oh my god! Are you okay baby?” He hovered in the doorway, uncertainty flickering in his eyes. You didn’t have the strength to respond, only offering a weak nod as you continued to empty the contents of your stomach.

His footsteps approached, and you could feel him kneeling beside you, one hand tentatively rubbing your back.

“Easy, baby. Easy,” he murmured softly.

After a moment, the nausea subsided, and you leaned back against the cool porcelain, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. Jungkook remained by your side, a true concern readable in his eyes.

As you caught your breath, you couldn’t help but notice the familiar objects around the bathroom. Toothbrush, hairbrush, all your makeup and even your pyjamas, had found a place alongside Jungkook’s in the bathroom. He was blurring the lines between your lives.

Glancing at yourself in the mirror, you winced at the sight of prominent hickeys and bite marks adorning your neck. You caught Jungkook’s worrying gaze but did not pay attention to it longer than you needed to.

“When was the last time you ate properly, baby?” he asked, caressing the small of your back, kissing the top of your head. You touched the tender skin on your neck, a mix of shame and regret settling in the pit of your stomach.

You knew very well that this wasn’t a doing of the lack of nutrition within your body but it did stop you to think for a second. When was the last time you had a proper meal and not a cheap ramen noodles from a convenience store near your building? You did not recall, so you rather opted to shrug your shoulders and reach for your toothbrush that could have melted under your gaze at this point.

“Why don’t you freshen up, and I’m going to finish dinner.” He sighed and kissed your temple. You’ve let him. He has done worse. As he left the bathroom, you couldn’t shake the feeling of being exposed—physically, emotionally, and now even in your most private spaces. Your eyes lingered back on the assortment of makeup and personal items neatly arranged beside his.

Brushing your teeth never felt so foreign and unnatural. Your eyes darted around his room after you finished, and that’s when you noticed what you did not when you woke up —a closet, half-filled with your clothes. Neatly folded, hanged right beside his. Even your jewellery was sorted by the type of metal. Your shoes, your skirts, dresses, everything. He had seamlessly integrated your wardrobe into his, as if signalling an intention far beyond a temporary stay.

Then all your pictures scattered on the walls as you walked down the corridor back to the heartthrob who swayed you here. Feeling the unease building in your stomach again.

Jungkook stood by the table, a knowing smile playing on his lips as he watched you approach. His eyes flickered with a mixture of amusement and possession. This all seemed like a stage for a performance you hadn’t signed up for.

The steak, perfectly cooked to your liking, accompanied by a side of vegetables. The spread looked delectable, and your stomach rumbled again, reminding you that you hadn’t had a proper meal in days. The scent of the meal teased your senses.

As you picked at your food, a question lingered in the back of your mind—how had it come to this? Have you really had no choice but him? Was this worth the trouble? Perhaps.

Your parents would think of you as a failure if you returned home. and your pride did not allow you to pick up your old job and be a girl for everything. You worked in the fashion industry and you were willing to do anything to maintain it.

“Are you listening to me, baby?” Jungkook broke the stream of your consciousness, his voice soft yet insistent. You hummed in response but your ears could not pick precise words that left his mouth.

“There’s Grammys next week, do you have any design for the red carpet so we could match—”

“What about the job?” You interrupted him, setting your fork down, staring at him viciously.

“So the Grammys—” he tried to continue without replying to you but you were having none of it.

“So the job, Jungkook.” You said through clenched teeth one more time. You weren’t about to let him sidestep the conversation about your career.

He sighed, the corners of his mouth twitching with a momentary annoyance. The room crackled with tension, the unspoken power dynamics unravelling before you.

“You’ve been a very good girl so far—” he lifted the handkerchief he had on his lap and placed it on top of the table next to his glass of red wine.

“Why do you have to misbehave now.” His attempt to redirect the conversation towards your behaviour only fuelled your frustration.

“I’m not misbehaving, Jungkook,” you shot back, your voice sharp and unyielding. “I need to know about the job. I need to know that you’re actually doing something concrete to help me, not just playing puppeteer with my life.”

“There’s an opening at Givenchy, and Prada or Dior but—” your eyes were full of false hope.

“—until I can be sure you won’t leave me the second you get the new job. You won’t go to any interview.” He leaned back, a predatory gleam in his eyes, as if enjoying the power play.

Your mind raced, torn between ambition and self-respect. You had worked tirelessly to establish yourself, and the taste of success was within reach. Yet, the cost demanded by Jungkook was steep—an indefinite surrender of your autonomy.

“That’s not what we agreed upon—” You whined out, anxiety clutching your insights in tight grip.

“Oh but we did baby.” He answered swiftly, smiling sweetly.

“I—” you wanted to protest, but he was quick to dismiss any argument you wanted to come up with.

“I said I want you, and you agreed, baby. You can’t take it back.”

“What does that even mean?!” You whined out.

“That I won’t let you slip through my fingers again. You belong here with me, and you better learn your place or prepare for a farewell with the magnificent fashion world of yours.” The ultimatum echoed in your mind as his gaze was trying to make you submit. Jungkook’s possessiveness loomed over you, a suffocating force that sought to confine your wings.

“You can’t force me,” words slipped past your lips, a proclamation of your refusal to succumb to his dominance.

“You underestimate the lengths I’ll go to keep you, Y/N,” he retorted, his voice low and laced with a dangerous edge.

“You’re sick.” You spat out at him, standing up to leave when he grabbed you and held you tight. You were looking up at his face, seemingly angry with your words. His eyes darkened, a fleeting moment of anger crossing his features.

“Aren’t you a bit ungrateful, my love?” he seethed, his voice a low growl. The possessive tone sent shivers down your spine, but you refused to cower under his gaze.

“I’m providing you with shelter, food, money and most of all my love.”

“It’s sick, Jungkook. This isn’t love,” you shot back, your voice unwavering. He leaned in, his face inches from yours, his grip unyielding. He scoffed, a bitter smile playing on his lips.

“You’re testing my patience, Y/N. You’re mine,” he retorted quickly, not letting you go. You wanted to protest, to tell him to fuck off, and even worse things, but he was not finished.

“Think with your pretty little head, won’t you?—” you glared at him, defiance burning in your eyes.

“—you can live like a princess, you can have your dream position and on top of that a loving significant other — me.” The seconds felt like an eternity, the weight of his possessiveness pressing down on you.

“What is success for when you cannot share the joy with someone you love.” He whispered, a sinister undertone in his words. You had a feeling he’s not only talking about you. You had to think, and you had to think quickly.

“You’re asking me to give up my autonomy, Jungkook.” You shot back, your voice unwavering. He scoffed, the air heavy with tension.

“You’re too stubborn for your own good, Y/N. You need me—” He chuckled, a condescending tone lacing his voice.

“—what were you gonna do if you didn’t come to me? Hm? Your mami and papi who are disappointed in you or your fake friends who did not bat an eye to try and help you out?—” You turned your face away from him, not wanting to let his words affect you.

“—I helped you. I am here for you!” He shook you, still holding a tight grip on you.

“All I’m asking in return is you to give yourself to me.” With a defiant push, you broke free from his grasp, leaving him seething in frustration. Covering your face with your palms, you sobbed.

“Love and loyalty is not that big of a price when you think about it.”

“You promise?” you choked out through your tears. You were tired, exhausted to the bone, and this was taking a bigger toll on you than you would expect. You wanted to trick him and instead he tricked you. But you needed to play by his rules to win in the game he started. His eyes softened momentarily, a twisted form of concern flickering in his gaze.

“I promise, baby,” he murmured, his tone almost soothing. The fire has ceased for now. Or so you thought. Despite the fragile promise, you couldn’t shake off the feeling that you were dancing on the edge of a precipice, held by the strings he so skilfully pulled. But the stakes were high, and you couldn’t afford to falter. You had no shelter, almost no money and no one to turn to. For now. You promised yourself, this is temporary. You will find a way out of this arrangement.

You finished your dinner. He insisted. You stripped naked while he was drawing the bath. He again insisted. The penthouse, filled with music and the fragrance of expensive candles. You allowed yourself to be led, like a puppet, your exhaustion overshadowing your instincts. As you sat there in the hot water, vulnerable, he wiped away your tears.

The water lapping against your skin is like an ominous reminder of the depths you found yourself in. Jungkook’s hands traced patterns on your back.

Jungkook, seemingly attuned to your exhaustion, wiped away your tears, the gesture carrying a strange mixture of care and control.

“It’s all gonna feel better once you accept it.” Said he, right to your ear, sending shivers down your naked body. You pressed your legs to your chest to hide yourself, a futile attempt at preserving some semblance of privacy, even though he had seen it all.

“I cannot grasp why you would do this to me, Jungkook,” you sobbed, letting him hold you against his chest.

“I did it for us, baby.” His hands firmly gripped yours now, making them stop hugging your knees. The heartthrob wanted you to relax in his presence. A laughable request considering the circumstances that led you here.

“Stop being delusional. There is no us.” You finally let him move your hands only for you to grab the frame of the bathtub and attempt to pull yourself up and away from him. He did not fancy this attempt of yours, and he let you know that by grabbing a large portion of your hair, dragging you back.

Your body slammed to his naked torso with a loud slap caused by the wet skin on skin contact. It took your breath away for a good minute.

“You didn’t seem to argue about it earlier today when my cock was hitting all-the-right-places, making you squirt, hmm?” Said the raven haired man, still holding your hair in his fist. He did not intend to hurt you, no, it was not as painful as the whole humiliating scenery and the fact you could not break free of him. He’s putting an example of what will happen once you stop behaving again. Putting you in your place — that’s what he called it.

“Matter of fact, Imma show you again that there’s us baby, until you realise it yourself.”

Trying to wiggle out of his grasp, you whimpered every time you pulled your hair back to make you stay still. And as if he changed his mind, your body was pulled out of the warm water, letting your hair go, making you fall down to the bright rug on the floor of the bathroom. Soaking it wet you looked up to him towering over your shivering physique.

“It was about time for you to show me how you are grateful to be my good girl—” he stepped closer. You did not want to look at him, knowing well what he is talking about.

“Open up baby—” you shook your head, pulling away from him and his hard member that he was holding just inches away from your face. You felt it meet your cheek and immediately retrieved yourself again which made him even more frustrated. His cock was painfully hard, and you were not cooperating.

The tattooed hand in your hair pulled you right back, his eyes bore to yours with a hard stare, and you swear they got even darker. His other hand was clutching your jaw, harder and harder until you involuntarily opened your mouth wide enough.

Taking the chance right away, he slipped his thick and hard manhood into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat. He hissed at how your teeth slightly scraped his dick. You choked on it, but he was unfazed by it, continuing to thrust into your throat, making tears fall down your cheeks.

“I knew you could be my good girl.” He groaned, praising you with each of his hard thrusts into your mouth. Your breathing was shallow, and you tried to get as much air as you could. He was moaning loudly, the wet sounds of his cock slipping in and out of your mouth, covered by your saliva made him even more aroused and hungry for you.

“You just need a bit of a re-education.” He was getting lost in the pleasure your mouth was providing him, and you were deprived of the air you needed. Your hand hit his pelvis when you thought you’re going to pass out soon.

“Just a moment more, baby. I know you can take it.” He said through gritted teeth. Jungkook was panting loudly, mixing it with loud moans of your name.

“Fuck, Y/N. You’re my heaven.” Your nails were scratching his abdomen, trying to break free, but his hold was too strong. You were drooling all over his cock, and your hand started to spin from the lack of oxygen and how quickly your head was bobbing.

He was getting dangerously close and his sloppy movements reflected that. He managed to pull one last thrust before he was cumming down your throat. He was letting his dick soften, pressed on your tongue while the hot semen was springing out of his tip.

“Swallow.”

The night wore on, shadows dancing on the walls as you lay there, pressed to his chest, his hand limply laying on your hip, contemplating the surreal turn you took.

If anything arose in you during the intercourse you wish you would wipe out of your mind, it was a determination to break free from the suffocating grasp of the penthouse.

Jungkook laid beside you, his breathing steady, a façade of tranquillity painted on his features. As he drifted into a seemingly serene slumber, you waited for the right moment to seize the opportunity.

When you were certain he was deeply asleep, you carefully extricated yourself from his embrace, a shiver running down your spine as you tiptoed through the room.

The moon cast a pale glow through the sheer curtains, guiding your movements as you tiptoed across the room. Your hand grasped the cold doorknob, the soft creaking of the door threatened to betray your escape. Your body frozen in time, your pupils shaking, fearing what happens if he wakes up. You wait a minute to make sure he is not coming to drag you back before you open the door in one swift movement.

You rethought the tasks you listed in your plan. Find the portfolio and get the fuck out as quick as possible. Everything else is replaceable for you. The mindset that the portfolio is the only key to all your problems, remained.

The adrenaline surged through your veins, the pulse of your heart echoing in the quiet hallway you walked through to get to the front of the penthouse.

He never took you upstairs, therefore you assumed that’s where he must’ve hidden it.

You approached the staircase, the carpet soft beneath your feet. The air seemed to grow heavier with every ascending step. The possibility of him waking up was not zero.

As you reached the upper level, you noticed the subtle shift in the ambiance. The hallway, adorned with pieces of art that whispered tales of luxury, and all his awards he won during his career, displayed to show his success. You passed several open doors, a home recording studio in one of them, be ridden of what you were looking for.

The hallway led you towards a set of double doors. That must be it. The doors creaked open, your gaze scanning for any sign of your portfolio. Your eyes flickering between the meticulously arranged accolades and the sprawling desk. He must be using this room as his office.

The seconds stretched into minutes, the urgency escalating with each passing heartbeat. You began with the drawers of the glass table, trying to be as quiet as possible. You cannot afford to cause commotion.

Anxiety wrapped around you, a vice tightening with every passing moment. You went through the library too, looked under every surface, you could not find it.

With a deep breath, you steadied yourself. There must be another place he could have hidden it. Your eyes fell upon the stack of papers, leaning your head to the side you examined the tabloid underneath with your face on it.

You fished it out in mere seconds, eyeing it unbelievably. If you were on the cover of a tabloid you would for sure know that. But you were not aware that your face appeared in Star magazine, right beside Jungkook. “Jungkook’s Mysterious Muse Revealed!” the headline screamed at you.

It was not only you after all. Society has convinced Jungkook that you two are sort of an item. A clandestine affair, a narrative spun by the society, linking your name with Jungkook’s in a tale of intrigue.

It was dated right when you started working on Klein’s campaign, back in April. It is almost the end of November now, and this is the first time you’re seeing this. You couldn’t fathom how deeply the web had been woven around you. The urgency of the situation intensified, and you combed through every conceivable hiding spot.

A sudden noise from downstairs snapped your attention. Fear gripped you, and your heart raced. Did he wake up? The urgency of the situation intensified, and you felt the weight of the clock ticking against you.

You sobbed and when you went to rub your eyes, they fell upon the other room diagonally from the one you were searching now. The doors were slightly ajar and you could see soft shades of colours within. In a last-ditch effort you marched towards it.

But ever stepping inside you regretted. The whole scenery that was revealed once you opened the door swiftly caught your breath in your throat.

The soft shades of colours painted a haunting picture—a baby room, unfinished and untouched by time. The sight startled you, sending a shiver down your spine. This can’t be.

“No..” You whispered to yourself, panicking. Your hands found their place in your hair. He is one delusional man. There is no other explanation, he is sick in the head if he thinks he is going to baby trap you.

A sense of dread overwhelmed you, and in your shock, you stumbled over something on the floor, hitting your head in the process. You groaned from the pain, forgetting that this commotion must have been loud enough for Jungkook to wake up.

As you rolled to the side, your eyes widened in disbelief. The portfolio was taped to the bottom of a cabinet. Without a second thought, you ripped it free, the sound echoing in the quiet room.

The rain outside intensified, a symphony of droplets against the windows. With the portfolio clutched in your hands, you ran down the stairs, right to the front door you prayed would not be locked. Would he be that careless? Yes. The degree of his mental instability was enough for him to believe that you are his and you would not think of running. He cut off every single option you had.

First, by making sure that your former employer would get to know you’re planning to leave the brand, enough for them to let you go. Second, he successfully obtained your portfolio that you were stupid enough to not make a copy of, which resulted in not meeting the deadline with Guess and losing that job opportunity too.

Third, he did not expect you to not stay the first you went to his penthouse but he was determined to go to extremes. So, every single fashion brand that had department stores in New York and in the rest of the world, backlisted you. No job application you sent, assistant buyer, a visibly lower position to what you had at Klein, would be turned down.

Fourth, make sure your landlord has already a tenant replacing you, ready to pay double for your apartment if they can move in as soon as possible.

That you’re alienated from your parents played his cards right and he never wished anything bad upon someone else, but how he thanked God that your friends have either too small apartments for another person to live in or they were struggling even more than you were. But lucky for you. He was right there, waiting for your call.

The handle felt too cold in your hand once you pushed the front door open merging the distance to the elevators, you were madly pushing the down button.

The seconds felt like an eternity as you waited for the elevator. Your breaths came in short, erratic bursts, mirroring the frenetic pace of your heart. Quickly stepping inside the metal box you heard it.

“Y/N?!” Your heart skipped a beat at the sound of his voice. His eyes momentarily locked with yours. You were clutching your portfolio to your chest, the other hand pressing the close button, praying it will close faster.

He must have heard you running down the stairs, or perhaps when you tripped and fell. You even forgot that you’ve hurt yourself. The adrenaline was overshadowing the pain.

“Come back right now!” He was mad, that much you could tell.

With the last determined push, you closed the door on him, severing the visual link between you. Letting out a relieving breath, you knew that this is far from being over. The elevator descended, carrying you away from the penthouse.

He cannot make it all the way down in time before you’ll disappear from the area. You prayed, he would not.

The lobby welcomed you as the doors opened, the room blurred as you stormed towards the exit, your heart pounding in rhythm with the rain. You burst into the rain-soaked night. Clutching the book tightly, a surge of triumph coursed through your veins.

The cold drops pelted against your skin. The relentless downpour soaking your clothes and hair. Running towards the street, you waved at the cars, hoping a taxi would stop.

It took a minute for some yellow car to appear at the curb, not wasting time, you ran towards it.

A smile appeared on your face after a long time. You did not know where you’re going, nor what you’re going to do next but Jungkook was never supposed to be your option and now you got the chance to choose differently or not? This is your second chance, and you’re willing to take it.

Your hand touched the handle of the yellow vehicle, opening the door and planning to leap inside as quickly as possible.

A strong tattooed hand closed abruptly. You gulped down an enormous lump in your throat, almost not breathing. How could this happen? It was mere minutes. Did he run the stairs? Did you take too long to catch a cab? Should you just run as far as possible?

Every single thing you could have done differently would not change the outcome it seems. And every single thing worked out in his favour, again.

His palm pressed on the taxi door firm, you could not open it anymore nor he would let you hop in the front seat. Your heart pounded in your chest, the tension and fear to face him was killing you. The portfolio now felt like a burden, if you make peace with losing it and your career, would you avoid this?

You could feel his eyes burning holes to the back of your head.

“I will not go back.” You said, voice resolute, but inside you were shaking. You could feel his hot breath on your cold skin, similarly you could feel his body pressing to your back. Once he reached your ear, you felt his lips mere inches from it, whispering.

“You will.”

I N T E R L O G U E 

Jungkook settled into the plush leather chair after he finished carefully unpacking all your belongings, believing he is helping you to settle down. His fingers deftly dialled his mother’s number. As the phone rang, he gazed out over the city lights sprawling beneath him, a realm he had conquered with ruthless determination.

His new song, obviously written about you, was an enormous hit, granting him another Grammy nomination. But what was his success for when he did not have his love to share it with?

He smiled to himself, he got you. After long months of chasing you, then giving you the space you needed to realise he is your best shot in this world, you’re finally where you belong. Next to him.

The familiar voice of his mother greeted him, warm and comforting.

“Eomma—” Jungkook said, his tone affectionate.

“Jungkook, dear! How is my baby?” His mother’s voice held a blend of joy and concern.

“I’m doing well, Eomma. I have some news to share,” he said, his eyes glancing toward the bedroom where Y/N lay, unaware of the conversation taking place.

“Oh? Do tell,” his mother replied, anticipation evident in her voice. Jungkook leaned back, a subtle smile playing on his lips.

“Y/N moved in.” His mother’s delight was palpable through the phone. Jungkook let her know the very moment he stepped into your office that he is very much interested in you. That he met the special one he wants to grow old with.

As he spoke, he subtly weaved a narrative of love and destiny, carefully crafting the tale of their supposed connection. His mother listened attentively, hanging onto every word.

“Are you going to propose over Christmas like you wanted, Kookie?” His mother gasped with excitement. Jungkook glanced at the bedroom once more, satisfaction settling within him. The diamond ring well hidden deep inside of the closet. But that’s given and final in his mind, there’s something more he selfishly wants. Not only will it make sure you won’t be able to leave him any more, it will give you reason to grow to love him back. After all, he would be the only person who you can grow old with.

“We’re trying for a baby, Eomma.”

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✴Jamie's Idol Profile✴

✴Basics✴

Group: Enhypen Stage Name: Jamie Birth Name: Jamie Jong Chinese Name: Jong Jun (琼均) Korean Name: Jang Jung-Hwa (장정화) Nicknames: Jam, Jams, Jimmy, Bunny, Ducky Position: Rapper, Dancer, Vocalist Birthday: December 4th, 2001 Zodiacs: Sagittarius/Snake Birth Place: Boston, Massachusetts Ethnicity: Chinese Nationality: Chinese American Languages:

English (native) Chinese (fluent) Korean (fluent) Spanish (semi-fluent) Japanese (learning)

Family: Mother, Father (deceased), 2 older sisters Instagram: N/A

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✴Physical✴

Height: 183cm (6’0) Weight: 63.5kg (140 lbs) Blood Type: O Body Modifications: Both earlobes are pierced Face Claim: NCT Chenle Dance Model: Former Astro's Rocky  [x] [x] [x] Rap and Vocal Model: Seventeen's The8 [x] [x] [x] [x]

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✴Personality✴

MBTI: ISFP Positive Traits: Fun loving, courageous, very optimistic, funny, curious, understanding, and caring. Negative Traits: EXTREMELY clumsy, can be a bit hot tempered, extremely stubborn, and extremely impatient. Strengths: Charming, sensitive to others, extremely passionate, has a lot of energy even when exhausted, and always wants to go on adventures. Weaknesses: Extremely competitive, can be impulsive and unpredictable at times, easily stressed and over stimulated, and he's a prefectionist 3 Words He Would Use to Describe Himself: Confident, energetic, and perfectionist 3 Words Engene Would Use to Describe Him: Charming, funny, and clumsy 3 Words ENHYPEN Would Use to Describe Him: Funny, a bit cold, and confident

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✴Statics✴

Vocals: ★★★★★★★★☆☆ (8.5/10) Rap: ★★★★★★★★☆☆ (8/10) Dance: ★★★★★★★★★★ (10/10) Acting: ★★★★★☆☆☆☆☆ (5/10) Songwriting: ★★★★★★☆☆☆☆ (6/10) Producing: ★★★★★★★☆☆☆ (7/10) Stage Presence: ★★★★★★★★★☆ (9/10) Choreography: ★★★★★★★★☆☆ (8/10) Variety: ★★★★★★☆☆☆☆ (6.5/10) Total: 68/100 Special Stat (Flexibility): ★★★★★★★★★★ (10/10) Special Stat (Photography): ★★★★★★★★★★ (10/10)

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✴Career Information✴

Stage Name: Jamie Agency(s): Bighit/HYBE Entertainment Training Period: 2016-2020 (4 years) Group: Enhypen Debut Date: November 30th, 2020 Position(s): Rapper, Dancer, Vocalist Representative Emoji: 🦝 Mic Color: Pink Individual Fandom: N/A

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✴Simplified Romance✴

Sexual Orientation: Straight Ideal Type: “I don’t have one, sorry. I just haven’t really thought about dating, I just want to focus on bettering myself as an idol and as a person.” Relationship Status: Single

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✴Trivia✴

When he was 5 his family moved to South Korea due to his father finding better work out there.

Jamie actually trained with TXT and is very close with all the members of TXT and he often refers to them as his brothers.

Sometimes fans joke that he is more a part of TXT than he is a part of Enhypen.

He really enjoys playing competitive video games and he’s very good at every game he touches.

He can come off as cold and harsh at times, because of this sometimes it’s hard for him to make friends.

He has two cats and a dog to help with his high stress levels.

He LOVES horror movies and games.

Jamie likes to randomly do freestyle dancing.

Fans say it’s always hard to tell when he’s truly exhausted because he never shows it.

He enjoys doing girl group dances.

Jamie is a big fan of BTS and his biases are Suga and JHope.

If he wasn’t an idol he’d probably travel for a living and do photography.

Jamie collects crystals.

Jamie suffers from really bad insomnia.

[likedbyuarmyhope]

I’ve been a BTS fan since 2015-2016 (I forget) I’m so thankful I left TWITTER (I refuse to ever call it by it’s new name) 3 years ago (I was thinking of leaving even a year before that) back then you could already see the utter shīt show it was becoming. It started becoming an embarrassment to call myself an Army (not because of BTS but the behavior of the fandom). Tumblr is a relatively smaller platform for the fandom mostly older fans so it was never that bad here. Unfortunately the cesspool Army is finding its way here and fūcking it up now. I’m hoping we can all collectively come together (the ones with actual brain cells and common sense) to get rid of these ašs hats. I’m not about to let them ruin it here too like they have literally EVERY SINGLE PLATFORM there is. Sadly the toxic ones are the loudest and ruin everything. Everything we spent YEARS putting together and requesting has gone up in flames because of them. And like you said they definitely do not care they don’t listen to the members, they don’t read things, they don’t watch actual things with them having serious conversations, it’s all superficial and shallow with them. Pardon my language but they’re all fake as fūck using BTS to just boost their egos to say OMG my group paved the way OMG MY group did this and that. They’re like hipsters (derogatory). I miss the early days those were more peaceful and real and easier to take down all the toxic fans. I feel like when BTS says Army they mean the non-toxic ones especially when they’ve spoken about how the Armies they love are respectful and don’t step over their boundaries and “fans” would know that if they actually paid attention to what the members themselves have said with their own mouths. One of them literally had a whole video on how they should behave and be kind and respectful and they didn’t f——ing listen! So disappointed but not surprised.

honestly yeah. pretty much all of this. like i said there's always been issues with certain factions of armys being bigots, at least ever since i joined the fandom in 2017, but i feel like around 2020-21 when there was a massive influx of new fans (who didn't know anything about kpop or the context surrounding bts's entire history, weren't there for some of the most pivotal moments in bts's career and who only know about what bts experienced in both the korean and western music industries through passed down stories from other people who weren't there) is when it all truly went to shit. since then you really can't escape it and the last few months with the insane backlash to the hybe boycott and really the entire fucking scooter braun situation have exposed the absolute ugliest sides of these people. but there definitely is a not-insignificant number of pre-2020 armys who are like this too, there's a ton of factors that have gone into the enabling of morally reprehensible behavior in this fandom over the years and it would take all day to list them out

[daechwitatamic]

When did you become ARMY? and has Tae always been your bias?

AH, hello! You'd like my villain origin story, hm?

I guess I'll use a read more because I'm cursed by the inability to EVER shut up.

So back in 2020-2021 someone that I've been friends with for over 10 years and follow on tumblr became army. She was posting tons and tons of giftsets and vids every day as she began to work her way through the content. I didn't pay much attention at first but as the moths passed I somehow eventually started playing a little game with myself called "Is Jungkook in this/Can you find Jungkook" because that was her bias at the time and I only knew his name.

Somehow this expanded to one or two other members (I wanna say Jimin and Joon?) and it was just my private little game with myself when she would post.

I can tell you the exact moment I actually paid attention - she posted gifs of this moment:

I remember DISTINCTLY sitting up like wait, they're actually good/talented???

We got to the point where Dynamite was out and I'll be honest, I didn't really like it and I still don't. But after this moment I thought okay maybe I'm missing something.

So the summer of 2021 I dm'ed her and said, "Hey, want to rec me some BTS songs? My playlist feels stale."

She sent me Mic Drop (steve's version lol), Fake Love, and Truth Untold and I loved all three (they still remain among my top faves!). I asked for a few more. So on it went until I'd listened to the whole discography lol. Eventually she sent me like a list of their discography and I would watch the lyric video that lights up who's singing so I could 1) know what the lyrics were about and 2) kind of learn their voices. If I liked a song when I listened to the lyric video, I threw it in a giant playlist on Spotify. I ended up with uhhhhhhhh a lot of songs lol.

I also watched Run BTS from episode one all the way through during that summer. I watched Bon Voyage 1, 3, and 4 and watched 2 together with her later in the fall.

We went together to PTD LA (I flew from the east coast lol someone save jo) that December and saw Coldtan :')

The following March I started reading and writing ff and made this account :')

Anyway, was Taehyung my first bias - yes!! The first moment I was like "oh THAT ONE" was she had sent me a compilation of Taehyung saying insane shit with a straight face and I got to "that's the eyeliner" and had to pause to collect myself because him!!!!!!!!!!!!! Then I also saw a gif from this moment (hi maggie lol) and I remember being like WAIT HOLLUP WHO IS THAT? ONE OF THE MEMBERS LOOKS LIKE THAT? WHO IS IT? and it was cemented. I alsoooooo remember DISTINCTLY losing my shit the first time I listened to Singularity because HIS VOICE!!!!! HIS VOICE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! DEEPER THAN THE OCEAN IS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I WANT TO DROWN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! anyway ahem we're all normal here.

However it was MAYBE only two weeks after Taehyung claimed me that I dm'ed her again like, "Why does my brain suddenly love Suga?" and she was like "I was waiting for that" and for the majority of my army time I have really considered myself a double-bias, at times feeling like maybe I was a Yoongi-ult but these days the taehyung chokehold is stronger, I'm afraid. At PTD LA Yoongi came to our corner of the stage in a leather jacket during soundcheck and I'm telling u I ascended I was not on this planet anymore i did not breathe air until he was gone again afjheaiufqiughijg

THEN of course Mr. Kim Namjoon had to absolute wreck my shit in the Indigo era and took over my entire existence SIGH.

So, idk. These days I feel like a Tae-ult with Yoongi wrecker and Joon wrecker-wrecker? But ot7 are soooo special and wonderful and amazing, like truly the universe aligned to take these seven more extraordinary humans and put them together!! Like?! they're so special, i love them a lot fr :')

ANYWAY did you learn to never ask me anything because I will talk until I die?! love you anon have a wonderful fridayyyyyyyy <3

[shinestarhwaa]

QUERENCIA - DONNA'S INTRODUCTION

The Members:

Dorm arrangement:

Room 1: Iris & Mila

Room 2: Lynn & Zora

Room 3: Hwayoung & Gayoung

Official colours: Dark blue, silver, black

Fandom Name: Starlight

Debut date: February 13th 2023

Their style is refreshing and they pull off every concept they do

(truly like their seniors Ateez) ♡

Their full profiles:

Stage Name: Iris

Birth Name: Choi Iseul (I-Seul)

Nickname: Izzy, Dewy (I-Seul means morning dew)

Position: Leader, lead vocalist, visual

Birthday: January 20th 2001

Zodiac Sign: Capricorn

Nationality: Korean

Hometown: Incheon, South Korea

Height: 168cm

Blood Type: B

MBTI: INFJ

Some facts:

She has 1 older sister (1999-line)

She is afraid of heights

Her role model is BoA

She auditioned with the song Halo by Beyoncé

She enjoys watching anime

She is allergic to kiwi

She and her sister own a dog called Pippa (the dog lives with her sister

She lost her parents when she was 18

Speaks Korean, English and Japanese

She loves knitting and crafting

She trained for 2 years

Stage Name: Lynn

Birth Name: Evelyn Park

Nickname: Eve, Evi, Blondie

Position: Main rapper, lead dancer

Birthday: August 3rd 2002

Zodiac Sign: Leo

Nationality: Korean-American

Hometown: New York, USA

Height: 164cm

Blood Type: A

MBTI: ESFJ

Some facts:

She has no siblings

She is afraid of birds

She is good at songwriting and composing

Plays guitar and piano

She has a fine line tattoo of a flower on her hip

She loves binge watching series

She is a big fan of Girls Generation

She auditioned with the song Black Widow by Iggy Azalea & Rita Ora

Speaks Korean and English

She loves cats and has a family cat who lives with her parents (Mimi)

She has trained for 1 year

Stage Name: Zora

Birth Name: Zora Anurak

Nickname: Zozo

Position: Lead rapper, main dancer

Birthday: August 31st 2002

Zodiac Sign: Virgo

Nationality: Thai

Hometown: Bangkok, Thailand

Height: 170cm

Blood Type: A

MBTI: ISFJ

Some facts:

She has 2 twin-brothers (2000 line)

She dislikes coffee and matcha

She is a big fan of GOT7

She loves going to concerts

She auditioned with the song Kiss Me More by Doja Cat

Plays piano and violin

She is very strong physically

Her mother taught her how to dance when she was young

Speaks Korean, Thai and English

She loves fruit and cakes

She has trained for 1 year

Stage Name: Mila

Birth Name: Park Minji

Nickname: Minnie, Minmin

Position: Main vocalist, dancer

Birthday: May 1st 2003

Zodiac Sign: Taurus

Nationality: Korean

Hometown: Seoul, South Korea

Height: 165cm

Blood Type: O

MBTI: INTJ

Some facts:

She has 1 younger sister (2006 line)

She is afraid of bugs and spiders

Her role model is Ariana Grande

She auditioned with the song Breathin' by Ariana Grande

She has been singing since she was 6

Speaks Korean, English and Japanese

She loves collecting jewelry and perfumes

She is left handed

She has her drivers license

She loves make-up and does eyeliner tutorials on Tiktok

She has trained for 2 years

Stage Name: Hwayoung

Birth Name: Kim Hwayoung (Hwa-Young)

Nickname: Bloom, Kkochi (Flower)

Position: Lead vocalist, main dancer

Birthday: July 11th 2003

Zodiac Sign: Cancer

Nationality: Korean

Hometown: Seoul, South Korea

Height: 169cm

Blood Type: AB

MBTI: ISFJ

Some facts:

She has 1 older sister (2000 line)

She is afraid of heights

She is a fan of BTS

She auditioned with the song Butter by BTS

She comes from a wealthy family

Speaks Korean and English

She wants to be an actor too

She loves K-Drama's and her favourite actor is Rowoon

Loves gold and silver

She can whistle really well

She has trained for 2 years

Stage Name: Gayoung

Birth Name: Song Gayoung (Ga-Young)

Nickname: Ducky, Gaya

Position: Main vocalist, dancer, maknae

Birthday: October 14th 2003

Zodiac Sign: Libra

Nationality: Korean

Hometown: Daejeon, South Korea

Height: 167cm

Blood Type: B

MBTI: ENTP

Some facts:

She has 2 older brothers (1998&2001 line)

She lost her younger sister (2007 line) to illness when she was 13

She has a black belt in Taekwondo

Her role model is Little Mix

She auditioned with the song Black Magic by Little Mix

She often plays animal crossing

She likes to read books and poetry

Speaks Korean, English and Mandarin

She is very interested in fashion

She loves to work out and walk in nature

She has trained for 2 years

For more info/questions about Donna's members don't be afraid to reach out to me and ask!! :) (or comment below!!!)

[eoieopda]

damn, people are so sad at times. bullying, throwing hate for no reason to people who have been nothing but nice to everyone, and putting them under a fire while bring anonymous themselves 99% of the time.

tumblr used to be such a comfort but that comfort is being replaced by anxiety, slowly. and i am sorry you had to go through part of that.

i’ve definitely gotten some p gross anonymous hobgoblins in my inbox, but i’m more concerned about the deteriorating vibes on this site from a general standpoint (primarily as an observer.) i do appreciate the concern, though! 💕

i shall engage in discourse under the cut because no one has solicited my take here. then, i will step off my soapbox and resume my usual thottin’ and boppin’ because being here with my silly little moots, feeding my silly little delusions is supposed 👏🏻 to 👏🏻 be 👏🏻 healing 👏🏻

cw: general reference to anonymous allegation of anti-asian/anti-korean racism in a fanfic (truly not discussed in any detail whatsoever because that’s not actually even the point here); discussion of anon hate & “cancel culture.”

protect your peace, y’all!

disclaimer: the bulk of the anon messages i’ve seen this week focus on allegations of anti-asian racism, specifically a scene in a fanfic where a bts member experiences racism & xenophobia in america. this anon crusade was the straw that broke the camel’s back (it’s me, i’m the camel) but it is absolutely not the only example of the problem here. as a reminder, things i am: a korean immigrant who lives in america. things i am not: a mouthpiece for 1) POC as a collective, non-white whole; 2) asians; 3) koreans; 4) korean immigrants; 5) korean immigrants in america; 6) immigrants, anywhere. literally *any* thought you see on this blog is me speaking my individual mind on my own, individual behalf.

i’ll start off by saying that i don’t have an issue with people going to creators and saying, “you did this thing, and i think it was harmful for xyz reason.” i don’t have an issue with people doing that anonymously, either. this kind of interaction isn’t inherently toxic.

for example, in january (i think?) i discovered jackson wang, thought he was a babe, and dug his music. i wrote a drabble that featured him. shortly thereafter, i got an anon message that (essentially) asked why i would post a drabble about him because he was problematic.

the short version of that answer is that i didn’t know anything about what the anon was referring to. however, because this person brought the issue to my attention, discourse ensued and i did learn about it. ultimately, i came to agree with the original anon that he was not a person i wanted featured on my blog/in my content. the lesson was learned; the drabble was deleted; and things were resolved (in that i got no additional anon messages about this, etc.)

unfortunately, that situation appears to be a statistical anomaly. now, there are hate blogs focused on bts content creators (which is exactly as stupid as it sounds.) i won’t say the name of the blog because i think it’s like a “bloody mary” situation and i do not wish to summon that buffoonery and goonery into my space, now or ever.

i would just….. really, really like a mission statement to explain what the hell the purpose of these blogs and anonymous crusades is supposed to be.

it’s clearly not to meaningfully address conflict and promote changed behavior because the anonymous bombardment continues even after targeted users begin taking accountability & remedial measures. and if that’s supposed to be the goal, i can’t wrap my brain around why no one on those blogs is permitting that process to occur.

so, if no space/time is given for anything constructive to happen, the only purpose i can identify for these blogs is to ceaselessly criticize people whether or not it’s constructive — regardless of the target’s response — until the person they’ve set their sights on feels so beaten down that they ultimately leave the platform.

i’m serious — what does that solve? who does that help?

definitely not the marginalized groups these anons are purporting to advocate for because, from where i’m sitting, this kind of anon swarming just muddies the message and exacerbates the problem.

no one is going to want to try harder or know better if this is what they’re met with, even when they try to respond in good faith. no one in the relevant, marginalized group benefits, either, because someone that could evolve as an ally just got fucking clobbered.

*if you’re in that marginalized group and you disagree with the anons, you’re an “apologist,” “ass-eater,” etc. so, it seems that not all of our voices matter? what was that about speaking over POC (specifically, in this instance, asians)? 🤔

like, do these anons actually want people to learn/change, or do they want a public execution? those things are mutually exclusive.

since the latter is what their ham-fisted tactics result in, i think that was always the goal. and i hate that. i don’t think that makes anything better — for anyone.

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BMT! 🧵 here, loving the conversations right now, especially the input from needle (I don't seem to have this emoji on desktop). I thought I would answer/maybe clarify your two anon questions and then send another post in a bit wrt what needle and you were discussing about brands, longevity, conservatism in fashion, because I have a LOT of thoughts on the subject.

Re: What does a brand ambassador actually do? Answer: not all that much. You hit the nail on the head that we'll see him in Dior for most, but not all, of his public engagements, especially red carpets and more formal events. (As an aside, being brand ambassadors means that some members might actually go to the met gala this year, but their styling is going to be so boring. So close to getting what I want and yet so far.) As far as casual wear goes, there are likely contract stipulations but in reality what that means is that Dior has likely given him dozens of pieces, an entire wardrobe's worth, and they will expect him to work them in as a significant proportion of his casual wear. I also expect at least one ad campaign. He will have absolutely no creative input, which is unfortunate but that's not what this means anymore. You mentioned Hepburn and Givenchy and Denevue and YSL. The days of that kind of close-tie artist and muse are over. They MAY design some custom pieces for him to wear to carpets, which will definitely include his/his team's input (and this will come down to how much he personally cares and how much he trusts his team to dress him well). He absolutely has say over what he /specifically/ wears, within reason, but Jimin isn't going to be exchanging emails about plans for the S/S '24 collection, if that makes sense?

For a more practical example, just look at how LV worked with and dressed BTS as a whole throughout 2021/2022. That's how this is going to play out. @/stylish_bts and @/bangtanstyling are good accounts to follow on twitter if anyone wants to get a sense for what the members are wearing and when. These brand contracts are not exclusivity deals.

Re: Hobi at 3 shows and Jimin exclusively at Dior.

Absolutely not. Jimin is in Paris as a guest of Dior, which means that Dior isn't going to be pleased to see him hanging out at the Margiela show (which is unfortunate, I thought it was fun). Wild to me that people don't understand that.

I'd like to dig a little deeper into Hoseok's appearances though, because there's some nuance going on here that I think most people missed. I do think Hoseok has signed his own brand deal, but it hasn't started yet. I'm praying it's not LV, but I think it might be. I also think it's a shorter/more casual contract like Yoongi's is with Valentino for the simple reason that I fully expect the entire hyung line to be enlisted before the year is out.

Hoseok at Dior was VERY surprising to me. I mentioned in an earlier post that I think it was relatively last minute (not so last minute like he got to Paris and was invited after, but I think Jimin's name has been on the books for at least half a year). I also think his presence there was because of a direct request from Jimin/Jimin's management on his behalf. And I'm sure Dior jumped at the chance. One Bangtan member is a multimillion dollar contract, but getting a second one almost for free? And all the engagement that will come with? Easy decision. I think people miss how nervous Jimin can get (see: UN talk) so I'm glad he had that support with him. It was also made very clear throughout that the brand deal was Jimin's and that Hoseok was just putting in an appearance.

The third show that Hoseok went to was Hermes (forgive me fashion gods I do not have the patience to copy-paste accents on my english keyboard). And this spoke sooo many volumes that definitely went over most people's heads. Hermes doesn't do brand ambassadors. It doesn't do celeb endorsements. It doesn't do anything to make its brand approachable or easy to buy from. That's their entire business model. Their status is so far up in the clouds that it's almost unreachable by human hands. They make Chanel look normal. Hoseok being invited was a big deal. And it makes me laugh at solos who are trying to leverage one brand against another against engagement against whatever. The BTS members, all of them, are an advertiser's wet dream. Their engagement numbers are off the charts. But back to Hermes, his appearance was just that, an appearance. Everyone who knows, knows that they're not going to actually sign him. Because that's not what they do.

So we got Hoseok at LV (invited, advertised), Dior (clearly marked as not The Brand Ambassador Just Some Guy Hanging Out), and at Hermes (Who Will Not Sign Him Ever). Makes that fashion week look a little more different from an invitation standpoint, no?

God this is so long I'm sorry.

I did a quick twitter search to see what posts are going around about Hobi at Hermes (I didn't keep up with it) and I don't understand these fans. It only takes a few minutes to do a google search. Not everyone has to know the ins and outs of every fashion house, but damn, it is embarrasing. Talking about being brand ambassador or shareholder? What are they smoking? This reminded me when I took a course at some point on antrepreneurship and business and I made a presentation on Hermes. Yeah, it's in its own category. I don't really agree with their methods to maintain their status and exclusivity, but it works nonetheless.

I agree with you, the hyung line which is going to enlist this year will get a short-term deal most likely, just as we see with Yoongi. I too wish Hobi wouldn't get paired with LV, but they also make it sort of obvious that they're going in that direction. I know they made the announcement for Jackson Wang in the meantime. As to the maknae line, I guess Tae and Jungkook might have a similar deal as Jimin. And it's already closed. W Korea wrote that they started the work for the issue with Jimin back in July, so the Dior deal most likely is in that timeframe as well. And being announced now not only coordinates with FW, but also with Jimin releasing his album and the start of a promotional schedule. It's the entire package. I'm curious what will end up being the favorable time for the other two.

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PROJECT BD

SCHEDULE RESTRICTIONS: for reference as to whether your muse is eligible for this event, please click over HERE.

On JANUARY 29, screen directory ROH JIHAE has proudly contacted herself the actors for her next movie, BLACK BANQUET. while confirming to each their role, she also shares that filming is scheduled to last from MARC 11 to MAY 24. the first cast metting and script reading will be on FEBRUARY 19.

starting that day, MAIN and LEAD cast members are fully liberated from their usual schedules to prepare full time for the movie, except for prior engagements. 

ROLES

based on the headcanon posts in the previous part of the casting call, this is a list of who will be having what role:

AHN YEIN: BAE HANA ( LEAD ROLE )

BAEK SEONA: KIM BITNA ( MAIN ROLE )

LEE HYUNSOO: RYU JISUNG ( LEAD ROLE )

MOON JINO: IM CHANHEE ( GUEST ROLE )

SHIN JIEUN: SHIN SUNGKYUNG  ( MAIN ROLE )

YOO HAEMIN: LEE YUNSU ( GUEST ROLE )

ZHENG LEO: CAI XIAOKANG ‘KANG’ ( LEAD ROLE )

congratulations to all of them for their roles ! if you are curious to know the basic details of their characters and storyline, you can check it over here on this DOCUMENT (tba) !

REQUIREMENTS 1

the success of the movie depends on its script but also on its cast members. for all posts related to this, please us the hashtag lgc:blackbanquet.

ADLIB SCENE: write a 300+ word solo or a 4 replies ( minimum 8 lines; 2 posts per mun ) thread with another actor in the movie (main, lead or guest) about your character(s) filming a completely script free scene for +6 POINTS TO DISTRIBUTE ANYWHERE ! ** can be done up to two times **

COMMENTARY: write a 300+ word headcanon post OR a solo explaining the muse’s thoughts about their character, acting, strengths, and weaknesses as an actor so far. the reflection will be done as a meeting with one of the acting coaches after filming has completely wrapped up +7 POINTS PERFORMANCE or ACTING !

to validate your skill points and collect your notoriety points, please submit the following form ONCE on the points blog before MAY 25, 2024 11:59 EDT.

MUSE NAME ∙ BLACK BANQUET BTS - ADLIB SCENE: +6 ( skill points distribution ) [ LINK ] (** can be claimed 2 times ** ) - COMMENTARY: +7 ( performance, acting ) [ LINK ]

REQUIREMENTS 2

you have until MAY 25 to fulfill the following requirements depending on your type of role:

MAINS: a set of either two replies (8 lines) OR one solo (300 words) and one reply for 5 WEEKS. of the total 10 posts, 5 have to be about the drama (either on set, during rehearsal, etc). each set will give you 4 ACTING and 8 NOTORIETY POINTS.

LEADS: a set of either two replies (8 lines) OR one solo (300 words) and one reply for 3 WEEKS. of the total 6 posts, 3 have to be about the drama (either on set, during rehearsal, etc). each set will give you 3 ACTING and 6 NOTORIETY POINTS.

GUESTS: a set of either two replies (8 lines) OR one solo (300 words) and one reply ONCE. BOTH have to about the drama (either on set, during rehearsal, etc). the set will give you 2 ACTING and 4 NOTORIETY POINTS. 

for the MAINS and LEADS, please keep in mind that we base the weeks similar to how we do activity checks. this means that if you post on JANUARY 30 and FEBRUARY 1, that will count as 2 posts for the week of JANUARY 28 ( after the activity check/7PM EDT ) through FEBRUARY 4 at 6:59PM EDT. however, if you posted on FEBRUARY 4 after the activity check ( ex. at 10PM EDT ), that will count for the following week ( FEBRUARY 4 - FEBRUARY 11 ). ideally, the best way to keep track of this is to assume that you have 2 REPLIES to do for each week instead of one ! you can also skip certain weeks so they do NOT need to be consecutive ( ex. meeting the reqs in weeks 1, 3, 7 for lead ).

use the hashtag lgc:blackbanquet make sure to submit your points before MAY 25, 11:59 EST to the points blog , you may send the points WEEKLY:

TITLE: MUSE NAME · BLACK BANQUET (SET #) - 2 REPLIES or 1 SOLO/REPLY : +2/3/4 acting + 4/6/8 notoriety [ LINK 1 ] [ LINK 2 ]

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My Favorite K-Pop Albums as a Newbie K-Pop Stan 

Some of My Fave K-Pop Albums as a New K-Pop Fan

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Jay B: Be Yourself

If you don’t know by now, I’m an Ahgase. I have a strong love for these seven men who may never know me. Their songs however, have quickly found a space in my heart. Especially their Leader’s songs, Lim Jaebeom, otherwise known as Jay B or Def. His voice carries so much R&B that when my Caribbean mother heard him, she immediately joked that he was a black man in a past life. His vocals in all of his Solos and with Got7 songs satisfy my eardrums all the time. 

So, when I learned that he was releasing a Solo Album in late 2022, I just had to listen to it! The album named, Be Yourself was a collection of Soul, Hip Hop paired with sensual vocals. Jay B himself has said, “I want my fans to be comforted by it.” Boy, did it comfort. Actually, for a whole month I, alongside my mother listened to the Album over and over, just vibing to the funk, old school R&B vibes it gave me. Only to realize we had yet to look up any translations for the songs.

I was so engrossed in the music that I didn’t look for any meaning behind it. When I could literally feel the meaning. The Mini Album has a total of six songs and the Title Track ‘Go Up' has over 3 Million Views on Youtube. This was hands down one of my most loved Albums in K-Pop to date. If you’d like to get 10% Off when buying your Jay B’s Be Yourself or Seasonal Hiatus Album from Daebak Company, use my code UREIGN.

J-Hope (BTS)- Jack in the Box 

It really should not come as a surprise to many that this Album is on my list. I’ve loved Hobi’s solos and his rap flow since I heard him on BTS Rapline’s song, Outro: Tear as I first really got into BTS in January 2022. His duality and tone stood out a lot to me and while he deserves to lead the Title of the Best 3rd Gen Dancer, he should also be given some credit as he’s one of the Best Rappers in the K-Pop Industry. 

On Sunday 31st of July 2022, J-Hope performed his debut Solo Album, Jack in a Box at Lollapalooza, for one hundred thousand attendees after fearing Armys or Music lovers wouldn’t attend. This performance was it for me. I was hooked on Hobi after this, he outshone legendary music artists that day and his performance resembled that of the King of Pop, Michael Jackson.

His Album, Jack in the Box no longer carried the bright colors that symbolized J-Hope, known as the Sunshine of BTS. Donning dark grunge, hip hop, R&B roots, while addressing some deep topics such as his future and society. With ten tracks on the Album and endless five-star reviews, this Album will be engrained into my head and forever change the Music Industry as a whole.

As of January 2023, Daebak company has sold out J-Hope’s Jack in the Box Merch. However, AK-Pop has Hope in a Box and Jack in a Box Merch for up to 40% off using my Link to purchase!

GOT7: 2022 Album

I got into GOT7 before I stanned BTS. I was only listening to Jin’s Solo’s at the time and was hesitant to get into BTS because I had heard all sorts of horror stories about BTS stans, the Army. Being an Army myself and engaging online, I can see that most are welcoming and understanding people. So Got7 was the first group I listened to officially, because I knew Jinyoung from the Drama, The Devil’s Judge. 

Got7's 2022 Album is one of my fave from them, because of how happy and loving the Album feels. Learning that their Leader, Jaebeom fought for them to own their Name and then to self produce an Album that included songs written by the members. The Title Track, NANANA and Performance Video have over 50 Million Views on Youtube. The songs, Don’t Leave me Alone and You Don’t Care about me have a special space in my heart. 

The album has 6 songs, giving you a feel-good vibe, while being dedicated to the Fans. This was the first K-Pop Comeback I have ever experienced and it was so fun, a memory to forever cherish as it really helped me through some tough times. You guys can listen to the album here or Order Got7 Merch and Solo Albums using my code UREIGN on Daebak link!

Stray Kids: NoEasy

Second to Got7 was Stray Kids. I don’t remember fully how I found them, but I think it’s the usual way. Through God’s Menu and Felix's voice. Which I listened to for a whole week before looking for more information on Stray Kids. As I said, I was afraid of getting into K-Pop because of all the rumors. But Felix’s voice really just dragged me in. Although God’s Menu isn’t on the NoEasy Album, It’s still one of the Best K-Pop Songs to date. Afterward, I finally searched more on their discography and listened to NoEasy. 

With 14 Tracks that include a mixture of 3Racha madness, Pop, Rock and more, they easily dragged me into being a Stay. NoEasy holds some of my absolute favorite K-Pop songs to date, such as; Cheese, Sorry I Love You and Wolfgang to name a few. The whole Album is a no-skip, much like all the albums on this list. It always manages to make me motivated while working and has broken all my expectations of K-Pop.

The Title Song, Thunderous has crossed 250 Million Views on Youtube and the Album has won Performance of the Year 2021 and Best Album at the Golden Disc Awards 2022. Get 10% Off your NoEasy, In Life, or other Stray Kids Albums or Merch when ordering from Daebak with my code UREIGN.

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KPOP SOTD #3 | Super - Seventeen

22/06/23

Good aftermorning everyone! I recently broke my gaming headphones aaa. Oh well, I have other headphones but they aren't gaming headphones but they somehow sound so much more better lol.

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RANDON SEVENTEEN FACTS! (facts from kprofiles!)

S.coups starred in After School Blue’s “Wonder Boy” MV, and NU’EST’s “Face” MV.

Between dating someone older or younger, Jeonghan prefers someone older because he needs someone to take care of him.

Joshua loves anime, especially One Piece, Naruto, & Bleach.

Many Chinese students love Kpop and that’s how Jun became curious about it and moved to Korea.

Hoshi likes to collect bizarre photos of the members. He deleted most of them in case he loses his phone. He says he has the most bizarre photos of DK.

Wonwoo said if he could create a new unit, he’d want to be in it with Seungkwan, Mingyu, Hoshi, DK and Dino and he would name it ‘Comics’.

Woozi was supposed to debut in TEMPEST along S.coups, but the group disbanded pre-debut.

DK’s ideal type is a girl with long dark hair, has aegyo, and has long slender legs.

Mingyu is friends with BTS’s Jungkook, GOT7’s Bambam & Yugyeom, NCT’s Jaehyun, Astro’s Cha Eunwoo (a.k.a. ’97 line).

The meaning behind The8's name is that when the 8 is laid down, the infinite sign appears. Many Chinese people like number 8.

Seungkwan was offered to join JYP but he rejected the offer.

Vernon competed in “Show Me The Money 4” but got eliminated on the Third Round.

Dino's parents are dancers. His father opened up a dance class and thought taught him how to dance.

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QOTD

What dish do you want to try in the future?

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LOTD

"I love my team, I love my crew We already made it this far I love my team, I love my crew We can keep running forever more I love my team, I love my crew We already made it this high I love my team, it’s all thanks to you Feels like I turned into SONOGONG" - SEUNGKWAN/JEONGHAN/HOSHI/DK

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Hello and welcome to Truth Untold - the BTS hurt and/or comfort fic exchange! The purpose of the exchange is to explore hurt/comfort, hurt no comfort, and whump!character tropes in fanfic. The exchange places no limitations on content that can be explored in the exchange but participants are encouraged to set their limitations in their signups.

This is an anonymous exchange, meaning that fics will be revealed with the authors’ names once all fics have been posted.

Please note we are aligned with AO3's guidelines on age / consent to access explicit content.

To learn more about our schedule, rules, and FAQ, please click on the read more!

You can also find us at Twitter and on our AO3.

SCHEDULE

Signups Open: January 6th, 2023 Signups Close: January 31st, 2023 Assignments Sent: February 7th, 2023 Check-In: April 7th, 2023* (minimum of 750 words) Drop-out Deadline: May 31st, 2023 (last date to leave the fic fest) Final Deadline: June 9th, 2023* (minimum of 2,000 words) Posting Begins: June 12th, 2023 Posting Ends: June 16th, 2023 Author Reveals: June 18th, 2023

*All deadlines are due at 11:59PM Pago Pago Time (GMT-11).

HOW TO JOIN

1. Fill out the Google Form 2. Sign up via the AO3 Collection 3. [Optional] Follow us on Twitter to stay in the loop

RULES

AO3 ACCOUNT Truth Untold will be hosted on AO3 exclusively and as such it is required that participants have an AO3 account. If you do not have an AO3 account, you may request one directly from AO3 or contact the mods so that we may invite you.

WORD COUNT 2,000 words minimum requirement

PAIRINGS All BTS pairings are welcome. You must be willing to offer and write at least three different BTS-member only pairings. Crossover pairings/otps are also accepted but BTS/reader fics are not.

RESTRICTIONS AND EXPECTATIONS The mods expect everyone to adhere to AO3’s Terms of Service with regard to age and content.

This is an anonymous fic exchange so please do not reveal what you are writing or who you are writing for until after author reveals.

You must submit a completed fic. WIPs/ongoing fics will not be accepted nor will the first chapter of a multi-chapter fic.

PROMPTS Please write all prompts using character A + character B formatting. When appropriate, you may suggest which character you'd like as the “whump” and/or which character you'd like as the one “comforting" the whump.

You must provide a minimum of 3 prompts.

Please be mindful when prompting and give your recipient something to work with that isn't too general or too specific.

OFFER You will be asked to provide an offer so that the mods know what you are willing to write (and what you’re not).

You must be willing to write a minimum of 3 pairings.

Please be as descriptive as you need to be here so that the mods can pair you with appropriate prompts.

SQUICKS, DNWs, AND TRIGGERS You must clearly define what your squicks, do-not-wants (DNWs), and triggers are as they relate to this exchange. This applies to your prompts and offer.

Likewise, writers must tag their work appropriately. If mods find a fic that has not been tagged correctly, we will ask you to fix it. Failure to fix improper tagging will result in a ban for the next round of this fic fest and your fic will be removed from the exchange.

CHECK-IN Your check-in will be due on April 7th, 2023 at 11:59 PM Pago Pago time. At this time, we expect you to email us a minimum of 750 words of your fic. If you do not submit your check-in, we’ll assume you have dropped out.

PLAGIARISM Plagiarism is not tolerated and will result in a permanent ban from all future rounds of this fest and removal of your fic from this exchange.

FAQ

WHAT IS A FIC EXCHANGE? See this handy wiki on fic exchanges for a detailed definition!

TL;DR, everyone who signs up for this exchange will be writing a fic for another exchange member and will receive a fic from anoother exchange member. It’s a great way to challenge yourself – it’s also a great way to have someone else write a fic for you that you might’ve been daydreaming about 😉

WHAT IS THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN HURT/COMFORT, HURT NO COMFORT, ANGST, ETC?

Angst Angst is an umbrella term that refers to generally tragic situations and themes, and can encompass a variety of things which are intended to provoke the feeling of unrest and uncertainty in readers.

Content Examples Fics about things like illness, homophobia, depression, character death, cheating, unrequited love, miscommunication

Hurt/Comfort Hurt/comfort generally refers to stories where one character experiences negative physical or psychological circumstances actively imposed on them by another character; they are then cared for (by that character or a different one). The character in suffering is sometimes called a "whump." Fanlore offers a more detailed explanation if you’re interested.

Content Examples Rape recovery, trauma, physical pain, sexual harassment, emotional distress, battering, verbal or physical abuse, bullying, torture, unrequited love, kidnapping

Hurt No Comfort Basically what it says on the tin. In hurt no comfort stories, the hurt!character does not receive comfort. These stories typically do not have happy endings.

WHAT IS A WHUMP? The whump in a hurt and/or comfort fic is the character who is being placed through physical or mental anguish and is in danger or needs comforting. They are often the only character in the fic being hurt, or at least hurt more than other parties.

WHAT IF I DON’T LIKE MY PROMPTS? If you struggle with the prompts that are assigned to you, you must reach out to the mods. We’ll be happy to workshop them with you and can reach out to your recipient to see if they can offer any more prompts. We will not reassign prompts unless there’s no clear way forward.

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WHAT IF I NEED TO DROP OUT? Please think very carefully before signing up for this exchange. Dropouts are difficult to navigate in exchange-style fests, as we’ll need to find a pinch hitter to replace you so that everyone participating receives a fic. However, if you absolutely must drop-out, please shoot us an email and let us know. The deadline to drop out from the fest is May 31st, 2023. If you drop out after this deadline, you’ll be blacklisted from future rounds of the fest.

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Unique Gifts for K-Pop Fans: What to Find in a Kpop Gift Shop

K-Pop fans are among the most passionate and dedicated audiences worldwide, and finding the perfect gift to celebrate their love for their favorite idols can be both exciting and challenging.

K-Pop gift shops, stocked with unique merchandise, make it easy to find a variety of items that capture the vibrant essence of the genre.

From collectible albums to light sticks and photobooks, here’s a guide to some of the most coveted gifts for K-Pop fans that can be found in a Kpop and KDrama shop. Hence read the following article till the end to know more about what to choose a kpop light sticks or a AESPA CD player

7 Gifts for K-Pop Fans: What to Find in a Kpop Gift Shop

1. Kpop Light Sticks: More Than Just a Concert Essential

One of the most iconic items every K-Pop fan dreams of owning is a light stick. Unlike regular concert merchandise, Kpop light sticks are customized for each group, featuring unique colors and designs that represent the fandom.

For example, BLACKPINK’s hammer-shaped light stick and BTS’s globe-shaped Army Bomb are instantly recognizable worldwide. These light sticks create a spectacular sight at concerts, where they light up in synchronization with the music, enhancing the experience.

As a gift, a light stick is not only functional but also a deeply meaningful symbol of belonging to a fandom.

2. K-Pop Albums with Exclusive Photobooks and DVDs

K-Pop albums are more than just CDs—they’re complete collectible packages filled with exclusive content like photobooks, posters, and even special photo cards of group members.

Albums often come in multiple versions, each featuring unique artwork and inserts, making them especially appealing to fans who love to collect different editions.

Look for items like Kpop DVDs and photobook collections that include behind-the-scenes footage and high-quality images, providing fans with an up-close glimpse of their favorite idols.

Photobooks are often designed as keepsakes, showcasing beautifully shot images that are unique to each album. Fans of groups like BTS, Stray Kids, and SEVENTEEN will appreciate the attention to detail and quality that goes into each album release.

3. Korean Drama Photobook Albums: For Fans of K-Pop and K-Drama

For fans who love both K-Pop and K-Dramas, a Korean drama photobook album is the perfect gift. These photobooks typically feature popular dramas, with high-quality stills from the show, character profiles, and exclusive content about the storyline.

A good example is a photobook album from the hit series “Crash Landing on You” or “Goblin,” where fans can relive iconic moments from the show through stunning photography.

These photobooks are often created with the same level of quality and creativity as K-Pop albums, providing a great way for fans to commemorate their favorite dramas and actors.

4. An Aespa CD Player: Vintage Appeal with a Modern Twist

A unique and trendy gift option for K-Pop fans is an Aespa CD player. This portable CD player is more than just a music player—it’s a stylish piece of memorabilia for fans of the popular girl group Aespa.

The CD player’s design often incorporates group branding, giving it a collectible feel. In an era dominated by digital music, a CD player is a nod to the classic ways of enjoying music, and it pairs perfectly with physical K-Pop albums, allowing fans to listen to their favorite songs in a nostalgic way.

The Aespa CD player is perfect for both old-school music lovers and fans looking for a practical way to enjoy their growing CD collections.

5. Posters, Apparel, and Accessories: Everyday Items with a K-Pop Twist

K-Pop fans love to express their dedication through everyday items like posters, apparel, and accessories. Kpop and KDrama shops often carry a wide variety of apparel featuring popular group logos, lyrics, and symbols.

Hoodies, T-shirts, and hats with favorite group names are popular choices, allowing fans to show their support in a fashionable way. Posters of iconic groups and individual idols add a personal touch to any room, making them a great addition to a fan’s collection.

Accessories such as phone cases, tote bags, and keychains are also popular, featuring vibrant designs inspired by album art or music video concepts. These items are perfect for fans who want to keep a piece of K-Pop close by in their daily lives.

6. Photocards and Limited-Edition Collectibles: A Treasure Trove for Fans

Photocards are a signature item in K-Pop culture, included as surprises in albums and other merchandise. Fans often trade photocards to collect all members from a group, making these collectibles highly sought-after.

Some K-Pop gift shops offer rare and limited-edition photocards, which can be a great gift for dedicated fans who want to complete their collection.

Additionally, limited-edition collectibles like signed posters, exclusive clothing items, and collaboration merchandise (like makeup or fashion lines launched with popular K-Pop idols) are unique finds that will thrill any fan.

7. Subscription Boxes: The Gift That Keeps on Giving

For fans who love a bit of everything, a K-Pop subscription box is a fantastic option. Subscription boxes typically contain a mix of merchandise, including posters, photocards, keychains, and even mini light sticks.

Each box is curated with new releases and themed items, offering fans a surprise selection of merchandise every month. This is an excellent way to keep fans engaged and excited, as they get to discover new items and exclusive content regularly.

Conclusion

Shopping for a K-Pop fan can be an enjoyable experience with the diverse selection of gifts available at a Kpop and KDrama shop.

Whether it’s an essential Kpop light stick, an exclusive Korean drama photobook album, or an eye-catching Aespa CD player, there’s no shortage of unique gifts that will make a fan’s day.

With so many options, you’re sure to find the perfect gift that celebrates their favorite idols, adds to their collection, and shows your understanding of their passion for K-Pop culture.

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BTS' JUNG KOOK’S SOLO DOCUMENTARY "JUNG KOOK: I AM STILL" HEADING TO CINEMAS WORLDWIDE SEPTEMBER 18

Rosa Gulliver of TINYGMUSIC | 14th August 2024

K-pop superstar Jung Kook of BTS is set to release a new documentary JUNG KOOK: I AM STILL coming to theatres worldwide on September 18. 

JUNG KOOK: I AM STILL chronicles Jung Kook's eight-month journey following his historic solo debut with "Seven (feat. Latto)" to his massively successful album GOLDEN. The film presents exclusive never-before-seen footage and interviews, alongside electrifying live performances that delve into the creative process, unwavering work ethic, and unique challenges faced by a global superstar. It offers viewers an intimate look into the journey behind his solo debut that showcased the pinnacle of Jung Kook’s artistry and catapulted him to a global popstar. 

With his beloved solo releases, Jung Kook has reached a slew of remarkable milestones, being touted as the ‘new pop king’ by leading media worldwide. His global smash hit “Seven (feat. Latto),” released in July 2023, landed at No. 1 on the Billboard Hot 100 and broke the record for the fastest song to reach 1 billion streams on Spotify. Following its highly-anticipated release in November 2023, GOLDEN debuted at No. 2 on the Billboard 200 and received critical acclaim worldwide, cementing his undeniable global dominance.

CEO of Trafalgar Releasing, Marc Allenby, said: “Bringing Jung Kook's story to the big screen is a testament to the power of shared experiences, and we can't wait for fans to come together and enjoy this film with fellow ARMY (BTS’ fandom)."

JUNG KOOK: I AM STILL will launch on September 18 with screenings worldwide in over 120 countries/regions. Tickets will go on sale Wednesday, August 21 at 2PM BST. Further information and ticketing details can be found at JUNGKOOK-IAMSTILL.COM. 

About Jung Kook of BTS

Jung Kook (Jeon, Jeongguk) is a South Korean singer, songwriter, and member of 21st century pop icons, BTS. Jung Kook has been proving his wide spectrum of musical talent through solo works such as “Euphoria,” “My Time” and “Still With You,” as well as collaborative singles with global artists including Lauv and Charlie Puth. Jung Kook is credited on multiple BTS tracks including the Japanese single “Your eyes tell,” “Stay” from BE, and “Run BTS” from Proof. Jung Kook also participated in singing “Dreamers,” the Official Soundtrack of FIFA World Cup Qatar 2022™, which he performed at the Opening Ceremony. In July 2023, the global popstar released his RIAA platinum-certified (as of November 2023) first solo single “Seven (feat. Latto),” which debuted atop the Billboard Hot 100 and Spotify’s ‘Top Song Global' charts, as well as at No. 3 on the UK official singles chart. He released his sophomore single “3D (feat. Jack Harlow)” in September, followed by his first solo album GOLDEN in November.

About BTS

BTS, an acronym of Bangtan Sonyeondan or “Beyond the Scene,” are a GRAMMY-nominated South Korean boyband that has been capturing the hearts of millions of fans globally since their debut in June 2013. The members of BTS are RM, Jin, SUGA, J-Hope, Jimin, V, and Jung Kook. Gaining recognition for their authentic and self-produced music, top-notch performances, and the way they interact with their fans, the band has established themselves as 21st century pop icons breaking countless world records. While imparting a positive influence through activities such as the LOVE MYSELF campaign and the UN ‘Speak Yourself’ speech, the band has mobilised millions of fans across the world (named ARMY), collected six No.1 Billboard Hot 100 singles since 2020, and performed multiple sold-out stadium shows across the world. They were also named TIME’s Entertainer of the Year 2020. BTS are 5-time GRAMMY nominees (63rd to 65th GRAMMY Awards) and have been recognised with numerous prestigious awards like the Billboard Music Awards, American Music Awards (Artist of the Year 2021) and MTV Video Music Awards.

About Trafalgar Releasing

Trafalgar Releasing, the global leader in event cinema distribution, harnesses the power of cinema to bring fans together in more than 15,000 cinemas across 132 countries.  A subsidiary of Trafalgar Entertainment, Trafalgar Releasing’s operations include production, acquisition, marketing, and distribution of live or pre-recorded content to cinemas worldwide led by an international team based in the UK, US and Germany. Featuring live concerts, music documentaries, world-class opera, award-winning theatre, and more from leading names in entertainment such as Taylor Swift, Beyoncé, BTS, Metallica, Oasis, Coldplay, Billie Eilish, the Royal Opera House and others, Trafalgar Releasing has repeatedly shattered event cinema box office records, most recently with international distribution for TAYLOR SWIFT | THE ERAS TOUR, the highest-grossing concert film of all time. Information about Trafalgar Releasing can be found at www.trafalgar-releasing.com.  

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Rise of The Phoenix

Hey everyone! Welcome to CharmedChaos!

I'm Alex, writer #3 who loves bringing your favorite characters to life in exciting and imaginative ways here at CharmedChaos. So, sit back, relax, and dive into the world of fantasy with me!

Group: BTS

Type: X Reader/X Member/N.A

Age Restriction: 13+/16+/18+/N.A

Word Count: 1k

Request Status: Requested by: {no one}

Pairing: none

Genre: selected in purple

Romance, Angst, Fluff, Drama, Comedy, Fantasy, Mystery, Thriller, Action, Adventure, Horror, Smut

Trigger Warning: talks of paralysis, major injuries to main character

Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons{outside of stated idols}, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

CHAPTER 5: THE PHOENIX RISES FROM THE ASHES

it's been months now. BTS is set for a comeback.

--

The arena hummed with excitement, a palpable energy coursing through the air as fans eagerly awaited the arrival of their beloved idols. In the backstage corridors, BTS prepared for their momentous performance, their hearts pounding with a mix of nerves and anticipation.

--

Jungkook leaned in close to his manager, their heads bowed in a private conversation amidst the chaos of the backstage area. His eyes sparkled with excitement as he shared his secret plan, a plan that would leave both his bandmates and fans speechless. The manager nodded solemnly, understanding the weight of Jungkook's decision and the importance of keeping it under wraps until the perfect moment.

--

As the lights dimmed and the opening chords echoed through the arena, the crowd erupted into thunderous applause. BTS burst onto the stage, their presence commanding, their energy infectious as they launched into their performance. The audience sang along to every word, their voices blending into a harmonious chorus that filled the air with euphoria.

--

Halfway through the concert, as the audience was caught up in the rhythm of the music, a sudden shift in atmosphere seized their attention. From the wings of the stage emerged Jungkook's wheelchair, propelled by unseen hands. Gasps of surprise rippled through the crowd as all eyes turned towards the unexpected sight.

--

With a mixture of nervousness and determination, Jungkook approached the microphone, his heart pounding in his chest. The weight of the moment hung heavy in the air as he addressed the audience, his voice trembling with emotion. "I've missed you all more than words can say," he began, his voice barely above a whisper, yet reverberating with raw emotion. "But tonight, I want to share something special with you."

--

As the anticipation reached its peak, Jungkook summoned every ounce of courage within him and pushed himself out of his wheelchair. The collective gasp that swept through the crowd was deafening, a moment frozen in time as Jungkook stood before them. Tears welled in the eyes of fans and bandmates alike as they witnessed his remarkable feat.

--

Across the stage, the members of BTS stood in awe, their eyes wide with disbelief. Tears glistened in Jimin's eyes as he watched his friend defy the odds. Yoongi, usually composed, was unable to contain his emotions, tears streaming down his face as he witnessed this. he felt relief, and so did everyone else. As Jungkook made his way towards his bandmates, the distance between them bridged by his determination, they rushed to meet him. Arms enveloped him in a tight embrace, laughter mingling with tears of joy. It was a moment of pure, unadulterated emotion.

--

For Jungkook, it was more than just a step forward. And as they stood together, bathed in the glow of love and acceptance, they knew that anything was possible. The stage was not just a platform for performance; it was a sacred space where dreams were realized and miracles happen.

--

Jungkook gazed out at the sea of fans, their unwavering support a beacon of hope in his journey of recovery. "I’m not fully back to where I was," he began, his voice steady with determination, "and it might take a while. But I promise, I will perform again. It won’t be exactly like before, but I will keep giving you everything I have. Thank you for believing in me."

The crowd erupted into thunderous applause, their cheers echoing through the stadium as Jungkook's words washed over them. Among the countless faces, Jungkook's eyes caught sight of one in particular – Hana, the ARMY member who had penned a heartfelt letter sharing her own battle with cancer and how Jungkook's presence had brought her comfort and strength during her darkest days.

With a grateful smile, Jungkook reached out to Hana, his voice filled with sincerity as he spoke directly to her and to the millions of ARMY around the world. "Hana, thank you for sharing your story with me. Your courage and resilience inspire me every day. And to all of you," he continued, his gaze sweeping over the crowd, "thank you for being my light in the darkest of times. Your love and support have been my guiding stars, and I am forever grateful."

The night drew to a close with a poignant performance of "Spring Day," the lyrics resonating deeply with everyone present. Jungkook's journey was far from over, but his spirit had proven unbreakable. His story of resilience became an inspiration, a testament to the strength of the human spirit and the power of dreams.

Epilogue:

As Jungkook's recovery continued, he found himself returning to the stage, his performances carrying a newfound depth and emotional power. Though he had to adapt his dance style, his presence remained as captivating as ever, touching the hearts of all who watched him.

BTS continued to break records and touch hearts around the globe, with Jungkook's journey adding a new chapter to their incredible story. The golden maknae had risen, like a phoenix from the ashes, stronger and more radiant than ever before. And as he looked out at the sea of fans who had stood by him through it all, he knew that together, they could overcome anything.

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Get ready for a long answer cause I plan to answer all of these!!

1 - bts, ateez, and stray kids have always been my top 3

2 - Oooh fun I love Eric Nam, crush, zion t, thama, colde, Jay Park just to name a few

3 - Well I have 3 fav groups and I have 3 bias's from those groups (now just realising this is the 3rd question) so for bts its Yoongi, Jimin, and Taehyung. For ateez its Seonghwa, Hongjoong, and Wooyoung. For stray kids its Hyunjin, Minho, and Chan.

4 - My ult of ults, main man, husband etc is the one and only Min Yoongi!

5 - My first ever bias was Yoongi and he has stuck with me ever since, husband privileges and all ahahah

6 - I got into kpop october 2019

7 - bts blood sweat and tears (if we want to disregard Psy because that was technically the first song but it didn't get me into kpop)

8 - I have way too many answers for this, aka all my bias's

9 - I don't want to answer a negative question sorry

10 - All 8 members of ateez for sure

11 - I'm a cancer so any idol who is a cancer. the only ones that come to mind right now are ateez's San and nct's Taeyong

12 - I don't even remember mine oop-

13 - I think the last photo is one of skz Changbin

14 - Now this is a fun one! I'd take BM of Kard, Changbin of stray kids, and Jay Park I just feel like they would know what to do plus their all buff so I know they won't be weak

15 - I'm a little basic and love black hair but I also love red hair

16 - I'm answering these late at night and can't be fucked coming up with a detailed answer. but I love when an idol wears leather, or button ups that are left half unbuttoned

17 - I doubt I know anything yall don't

18 - I have too many bias's to answer this

19 - I have so many but let me just name a few: fake love, blood sweat tears, hero, beautiful liar, super bowl, fear, god of music, drive, taste, bouncy, halazia, mist, replay, lotto, so many oml

20 - Didn't I just answer this?

21 - This is hard for me to naswer

22 - I love me a dark concept maybe it's dark and sexy or maybe it's dark in a different way like doctor bebe by pentagon

23-29 - I have way too many to answer these!

30-31 - YOU CAN'T MAKE ME CHOOSE BETWEEN MY ULT 3 I REFUSE

32 - Maybe Mist by ateez? or a shinee ballad?

33 - anything too cutesy (I didn't like just right by got7 or chewing gum by nct dream if that helps)

34 - Any group I started stanning I still stan but there are a few groups I don't keep up with as much as I used to like got7 but I still love and stan them

35 - deff zerobaseone Ricky is my obsession atm

36 - I kinda wanna say sf9

37 - Don't tell nobody by oneoreight

38 - Ooh ima hurt some feelings with this one and I have a few: dope by bts, very nice by seventeen, dramarama by monsta x, just right by got7, good lil boy by ateez, sticker by nct but I'm pretty sure others hate that one too

39 - Ok time for the other way around: maniac by stray kids, gruiella by ateez, hard by shinee, good boy gone bad by txt, all I can think of rn

40 - groups that aren't too crazy. yet.

41 - Sharboom by ateez

42 - moa is cute, monbeebee is fun to say, army is of course great

43-44 - no

45 - Yes i have a cute little collection

46 - no

47 - YES!!!! I have been to stray kids twice and I have also seen both Eric Nam and Woosung

48 - I wanna go to an ateez concert like sooooo bad, also bts, monsta x, txt, the rose, exo, shinee, seventeen just to name a few

49 - too hard of a question for how late at night this is

50 - kinda?

51 - oh 100% deja vu the rock remix by txt I was and still am fucking obsessed with it

52 - usually my top 3 but I have listened to alot of shinee, seventeen and txt alot this year too

53 - Idols should be allowed to have a normal life and do things like date like the people who get sad because they think they themselves have a chance with them need to touch some grass (Like I say Yoongi is my husband but I clearly know he's not my actual husband)

54 - I just love kpop so much!!!!!!!!!!!

KPOP ASK GAME

your favorite group(s)?

your favorite solo artist(s)?

who is your bias in your favorite group(s) and why?

who are your ultimate biases?

who was your very first bias?

how long have you been into kpop?

which song/group introduced you to kpop?

an idol you'd love to be friends with?

an idol you don't think you'd get along with?

an idol you think would match your freak?

idols you share the same zodic sign with?

idols you share the same mbti with?

the last photo of an idol you have saved to your camera roll?

name 3 idols you'd want to accompany you during a zombie apocalypse!

your favorite hairstyle on your bias(es)?

your bias(es)' best look(s)?

tell me 3 things about your bias(es) some people might not know about!

name 5 things your bias(es) remind(s) you of?

your all time favorite kpop songs?

your favorite songs from your favorite group(s)?

your favorite kpop albums?

your favorite concepts?

your favorite choreographies?

your favorite debuts?

your favorite music videos?

your favorite collabs?

your favorite vocalists?

your favorite dancers?

your favorite rappers?

if you could only listen to one group for the rest of your life, who would it be?

if you could only listen to one song for the rest of your life, which one would it be?

which song is playing during your funeral?

a kpop concept you don't like?

a group you're no longer a fan of?

a group you've been eyeing for a while but couldn't get into them yet?

name an underrated kpop group!

name an underrated kpop song!

a song everyone seems to like but you?

a song no one seems to like but you?

songs you would show to people who are not into kpop?

last kpop song you listened to?

a fandom name you like?

do you watch survival shows?

if yes, who's a survival show contestant you've been keeping up with ever since?

do you own any kpop albums/other merch?

do you collect photocards?

have you been to any kpop concerts?

a kpop group whose concert you MUST attend in your lifetime?

your favorite kpop songs from this year (2024)?

did you get into any new groups this year (2024)?

which kpop song do you think will be your most played song this year (2024)?

which group(s) did you listen to the most this year (2024)?

tell me your unpopular kpop opinion!

talk to me about anything kpop!