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Agust D - AMYGDALA

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Agust D ‘AMYGDALA’ MV & Jacket Shoot Sketch - BTS (방탄소년단)

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[BTS] 드디어 올것이 왔군

[BTS] Something is finally here.

아하!

Hi-A!

(T/N: Stands for ‘Hi ARMY,’ which is how Bangbell always starts these posts.)

뮤비 촬영현장

The music video set

거울 셀카 다시 장발병이 돈다… 막내이모 닮음

Mirror selfie The long hair fever is going around again… Looking like my youngest aunt

민트 캔디입니다.

These are mint candies.

신발 자랑

Showing off my shoes

잘나와서 찍어봄

Taking a picture since this turned out well

신발자랑2

Showing off my shoes 2

세트장 고양이한테 긁힘 세게 긁힘

Got scratched by a cat on set It scratched me pretty bad

신발자랑 3

Showing off my shoes 3

셀카 연습을 좀 해야겠다 윤기야 어쩜 구도 표정이 한결같니…

Yoongi-yah you need to practice taking selfies How can your expression be so consistent…

신발자랑4

Showing off my shoes 4

31살에 교복이라니…

Can’t believe I’m wearing a school uniform at 31 years old…

장난전화 하지마세요

Don’t make a prank call

장난 전화 하지마세요 2

Don’t make a prank call 2

신발 자랑 5

Showing off my shoes 5

셀카 연습좀 하자 윤기야 제발

Let’s practice taking selfies, Yoongi-yah, please

헬멧 자랑

Showing off my helmet

살수차는 차갑다…

The sprinkler is cold…

어휴 아저씨 여기서 주무시면 안돼요 일어나세요

Ah sir, you can’t sleep here. Wake up

헬멧 자랑 2

Showing off my helmet 2

얘이름은 G입니다

Their name is G

발자랑

Showing off my feet

발자랑2

Showing off my feet 2

���순한척

Pretending to be innocent

올빽쓰

Exposed forehead

웃지마라

Don’t smile

안무는 힘들다.

The choreography is hard.

신발자랑 6이냐 7이냐

Is this 6 or 7 for showing off my shoes

드디어 그날 입니다.

It’s finally the day.

첫 믹스테잎이 16년도임

The first mixtape was in 2016

요건 좀 잘나왔네

This one came out pretty well

싸이월드 하두리 갬성샷

A sentimental Cyworld* webcam shot (T/N: A social network system used in South Korea.)

저게 다 내 돈이였으면…

I wish all of that was my money…

이건 왜 찍었지..?

Why did I take a picture of this..?

먼지 청소 한번 해야겠네

I need to clean up first

이건 좀 탐났어

I kind of want this

거울 신문지로 한번 닦아야겠다

I need to wipe this mirror with some newspaper

이거 맛있드라구

This was really good

불씬은 항상 뜨겁다구

Embers are always hot

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Agust D ‘Amygdala’ MV & Jacket Shoot Sketch

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D-Day - the series

Track 4 - Amygdala

[dustyfanwastaken]

“From the ashes of pain and scars, bloom.”

- M.H

Reference:

“What didn’t kill me only made me stronger and I begin to bloom like a lotus flower once again”

-Amygdala by Agust D

[bisexualnamjoonie]

representing trauma as being split in two, the part that’s suffering at the same time the loudest, most violent, but also the one who’s locked and stuck in time, replaying times and times again what happened and not being able to move forward. and the you that could have been, the one who’s not scared, or the one who’s scar has healed, not being able to open the door despite trying again and again and again. fuck.

[chaoticpuff17]

Amygdala

Master list

Chapter 1 named oc x mafia yoongi

“Sir?” Minwhan asked hesitantly, seeing how perfectly still his boss was. 

“What did you just say?” Yoongi’s tone was low and each word articulated in a dangerously slow way, his eyes narrowed and his mouth set in a grim line that promised swift and terrible retribution should the answer to his question be less than agreeable. “What did you just say?” He repeated after a moment when Minhwan had failed to answer, each word practically spat from his mouth. 

“The woman, the foreigner, caught in the altercation, her name was Margot Brooks.” 

The poor man stumbled over his words unsure what this information had caused such a reaction from his boss. The only reason something so insignificant had been brought up to him in the first place was because the woman was foreign and no one wanted to deal with the hassle the police would make if she brought it to them. There wasn’t much the police would actually do, but they’d put on a show to save face, and that would be a hassle for everyone involved. 

“Was she injured?”

“A little- a little bruised, I think.” He replied, stumbling over his words still reeling from the unusual reaction, and the intensity with which his boss was looking at him. “But overall I don’t think she was harmed, maybe a little shaken.” 

“I’m going to Yongsan-gu.” His boss announced, abruptly standing from his desk and shrugging on his jacket. 

“Sir?” 

“Send me the address.” 

——-

“I’m fine.” Margot assured, trying to push away the elderly man who continued to fuss over her despite the fact that she was fine, a little bruised, but fine. “You really don’t have to worry about me.” 

“Of course I do.” Tae-il huffed, taking the tray of empty dishes away from her. “And you worked all day! You don’t need to come help an old man.” 

“Someone needs to help until Maria is released from the hospital.” She reminded him gently, as she took the tray back, carrying it to the kitchen. “Besides, I like helping. It makes me feel useful.” She flashed him a grin, disappearing into the kitchen and ignoring the way her hip ached from the bruise that was firmly settled there. It was a lovely souvenir from when she had been shoved into a table the night before.

The way that Tae-il’s brow scrunched up in concern didn’t escape her. She was well aware of how much the old man loved his wife, and she was also aware of how heavily the medical expenses weighed on his mind. She suspected that they had to do with their visit from what she could only describe as a couple of thugs the night before. 

Three men had unceremoniously barged their way into the little noodle shop the night before, overturning tables, pushing her into one when she tried to stop them, and demanding their payment from Tae-il. Unfortunately, the old man had nothing to give them, and they had left with promises to return and threats about what would happen if he didn’t have their money the next time they did. 

She’d tried to ask about it. She really had, but Tae-il refused to talk about it. She suspected it was because he was too ashamed about what had happened, but this was the kind of problem that she didn’t think would go away on its own. Her thoughts weren’t really the ones that mattered here though. What mattered was what Tae-il was willing to do, and so far he was unwilling to talk about what had happened or to contact the authorities. The most that she could do was help put things back in order and help around the restaurant as much as she could even if Tae-il was insistent she didn’t need to. 

Margot had known Tae-il and Maria for years. They were old friends from her college days when she had been studying abroad. The older couple had no children of their own, and with Maria being an expat herself, they were very sympathetic and more than willing to take in a nervous college student struggling to survive in a new place on her own. They had become her self-proclaimed guardians, and when she’d returned to Korea to teach, they had insisted that she come stay with them instead of getting housing through the school as she had planned to do. 

She had just started sweeping the floors when the bell over the door sounded, informing her that a new customer had entered the space. 

She raised her head and began to sound off a polite greeting, but the words died in her throat as she saw who was walking in.

There were two men who looked quite similar to the ones who had caused so much chaos the night before and behind them entered a man dressed impeccably in a suit. This she had to assume was someone with more authority in the nonsense that Tae-il had gotten them mixed up in. 

“Yah!” She shouted, gripping the handle of the broom firmly. “We already told you we don’t have your money.” 

“Ma’am.” The two men bowed politely, making way for their boss who was staring at her with an expression that was completely indiscernible to them and that Margot simply wasn’t paying attention to as she brandished the broom in front of her almost like a weapon.

“Out!” she ordered, sweeping the broom and the subsequent dust from the floor towards them. 

“Margot?” The man in the suit spoke her name, calling her attention to him. The way he said it was odd though. It held something halfway between wild hope and disbelief.

“Didn’t you hear me?” She asked sharply. “Out!” 

“Margot.”  

He stepped forward, taking in the sight of her. The years had changed her. Of course they had. He couldn't expect her to be unchanged in all this time, but it was still her. 

Her hair was a little darker. It wasn’t as long anymore, but her eyes were the same. They were the same honeyed brown they had been then, still hidden behind a pair of glasses. They were different glasses now, but they still slipped down her nose in the way they did then. 

She eyed him warily, broom still held in front of her as if she were going to whack him with it at any given moment, but the gears were working in her head as he got closer. She was taking him in, examining him just as he had examined her, and he let her, watching with predatory grace as she put the pieces together.

“Yoongi?” she asked after a moment, recognition softening her features into surprise and disbelief instead of the open hostility she had been showing. “Min Yoongi?” 

“Margot.” his face lit up in a gummy grin as she let the broom fall, her hands going to cover her mouth and her eyes widened in shock. 

“Oh my god!” 

All at once she threw herself at him, knocking them both back as he fought for a moment to keep his balance, arms locked around her as he kept them both steady. 

“I can’t believe it’s you!” she cried, arms wrapped tightly around his neck. His hold was no less tight as he kept her pressed to him, relishing the feel of her in his arms. 

How many years had it been? Six? Seven? It had been far too long, but she was here now. She was here in his arms, and that was what mattered. 

She pulled back, eyes scanning his features as she fired off a rapid series of questions. “Oh my god! How long has it been? How have you been? What have you been up to these days? You look great!” 

“One question at a time.” he chuckled in the face of her enthusiasm, holding her a little tighter and prompting her to return the hug once more.

“I missed you.” she breathed out, face pressed into the juncture between his shoulder and neck.

“I missed you too.” he admitted softly.

They stayed like that for a minute, both of them basking in the reunion until she let go.

“Come! Sit! Tell me all about life!” 

She pushed him towards a table, the men he entered with completely forgotten in her excitement to see her old friend again.

Yoongi obediently sat down, watching with amusement as she darted into the kitchen.

“Have you eaten?” she called over her shoulder, already grabbing something for them both to drink. “Uncle makes the best jajangmyeon. You remember Uncle Tae-il right?” She asked, emerging with two bowls of noodles on a try and a carafe of water with two glasses.  

“I can’t believe this place is still here.” he admitted, smiling politely at the old man who was eyeing him warily from the kitchen, more worried for Margot than he was for his restaurant. 

They shared a look, and Yoongi understood then that Jung Tae-il was not his ally in this matter at all. The older man knew exactly what Yoongi did these days, and based on his sour expression, he didn’t want Yoongi anywhere near his business or Margot. 

“You always did make the best noodles, ahjussi.” he called with a dangerous grin, daring the other man to say anything as he enjoyed his reunion with Margot. 

“I know.” Margot sat down with a pleased smile. “I was so happy when I got back and Maria and Tae-il were still here. They were even kind enough to let me have the third floor apartment.” 

“How long have you been back?” he asked, picking up his chopsticks.

She thought for a moment, picking up her own chopsticks. “Around two years now?” She estimated. “Is that about right, Uncle?” 

Tae-il made a noncommittal noise from the kitchen, still keeping a wary eye on the interaction. 

Two years, Yoongi pondered. Two years and he hadn’t known she was here. Two years and she hadn’t reached out to him. She’d been within reach, and he hadn’t known.

“You should have reached out.” He scolded gently, and she blushed sheepishly.

“I would have,” she began hesitantly, “but we parted on such bad terms, and when I finally worked up the courage to do it, your number wasn’t in service anymore. I didn’t have any way to contact you.” 

He couldn’t fault her for that. His number had probably changed multiple times since they had parted, but it still burned him that she’d been here, within reach, for two years and he hadn’t even known. 

“Tae-il and Maria didn’t know how to reach you either. I think we all assumed you went home to Daegu after school finished.” 

But Tae-il clearly knew better, Yoongi thought to himself. The man had reached out to Yoongi’s organization for a loan that he couldn’t seem to pay back. If he had wanted, he could have told Margot that he was in the city. 

“What brought you back to Korea?” he asked after a minute, eyes fixed on her intently. 

“I came to work.” she shrugged. “I missed it here so I got a job teaching English. What about you? What have you been up to all these years? You really are looking great, Yoongi.” 

He smiled crookedly. “I’ve been doing this and that. I’ve got my own business these days.” 

“Really? Doing what?” 

“A couple different things.” he hedged, not wanting to give too much away. “But I want to hear more about you.” 

“Same old same old. I don’t think I’ve changed all that much.” 

Yoongi disagreed. She was the same, and yet he could tell that there were things about her that were different and not just about her appearance. Six years was a long time to be apart. 

“I’m teaching English at a local school, which is exhausting, but it’s good. I really enjoy the kids.” Her smile was a little more subdued now, but still bright. 

“What grades are you teaching?” He asked, cocking his head to the side as he waited for her answer. He wanted to know everything that he’d missed in their time apart. 

“I’m teaching the little ones, six to ten year olds. You know?” 

“You always were good with kids.” He chuckled, shooting her another crooked grin. 

“They drive me batty, but I love them.” 

They continued in this way for a while, asking questions and sharing answers back and forth even after they’d finished their meal. Tae-il continued to keep a close eye on them, clearly anxious for when Yoongi and his men, who had taken a seat away from Margot and Yoongi were sitting waiting for their boss to make a move and more than a little bemused by what they were seeing.

The two had settled into old rhythms as they talked, like the fight that had occurred just before she’d left had never happened. It was as if the six years they’d been apart were washed away, and they were right back where they left off, thick as thieves. 

“I should let you go.” Margot said after a while, standing to collect both of their bowls, as well as the empty carafe and cups. “It’s getting late, and I don’t want to take up your whole evening.” 

“You can take my evenings anytime.” 

She narrowed her eyes at him playfully but didn’t say anything as she returned the dishes to the kitchen where Tae-il was anxiously waiting for her. 

“Margot,” he began, practically wringing his hands. “I think they should go. That young man… that young man is trouble.” 

She looked at him confused. “It’s just Yoongi, Uncle. You remember him from when I was here for college right?” 

He shook his head anxiously. “That is not the same boy you knew. The best thing is to get him out of here and forget the whole conversation ever happened.” 

She was going to argue, but seeing how anxious Tae-il was gave her pause. “I’ll see him out, Uncle.” 

He shot her a grateful smile and returned to what he had been doing before she entered, keeping a watchful eye on her as she went back out.

As she entered the main space again, she saw the two men from earlier talking with Yoongi in hushed tones. Yoongi’s expression set into a grim line she wasn’t familiar with. 

“But, boss, aren’t we here about the money?” One of them asked, and Margot’s blood ran cold. 

“Shut your fucking mouth.” Yoongi snapped, his eyes narrowed dangerously. “Be grateful that I didn’t skin you and those other fuckers alive for what happened last night. You’re lucky she isn’t injured.” 

The bruise on her hip seemed to throb in time with his words as the realization of what he was saying sunk in like a stone settling in the pit of her stomach. 

“Boss?” She asked, her voice both confused and indignant. She stepped back, breaking away from his hold. “Those men worked for you?” 

“Margot…” Yoongi shot up from the table, eyes wide as he looked at her. He took a step forward, reaching for her, but she took a step back, reaching down for the broom propped against the wall. 

She took another step back, holding the broom in front of her as a weapon once more. 

“You’re the one who sent those guys here last night?” She demanded the hurt and confusion clear on her face as she stared at him.

“Margot, I can explain.” He tried, but she was having none of it, pushing the broom at him menacingly to keep him back. 

“Don’t.” she hissed, tears welling up in her eyes. “Is that the business you run? You terrorize old men and women? You extort money from them?” With every sentence her voice rose in pitch, hysteria rising along with bile in her throat.

“Margot…”

“Get out!” she shouted, pushing the broom at him again. “Get out! Get out! Get out!” 

With every yell she pushed him closer and closer towards the door, and with every push Yoongi’s temper rose. He’d only just gotten her back. She was finally within reach again, and now she was trying to push him away? He wasn’t going to accept that lying down.

“Margot,” He growled, grabbing the handle of the broom and wrenching the wretched thing away from her. “Let me explain. This isn’t what it seems.” 

She scrambled a couple steps back, trying to put some distance between them. “I think it’s exactly what it seems like.” 

“I’m still your Yoongi, Margot.” he tried to plead, schooling his features into something soft, something gentle despite his rising frustration.

“The Yoongi I knew didn’t terrorize people,” she spat, venom on her tongue despite the tears welling in her eyes still. “Or extort them for money.”

“Get out.” she ordered, softly now but sternly. 

“Margot…” 

“Out!” she whispered fiercely. “Before I call the police.” When he didn’t move she took one step forward and then another until they were toe to toe. “Out!” she ordered shoving him back with both hands against his chest. “Out!” 

They continued in this way with Margot pushing him back and Yoongi allowing her to do so while his men watched on flabbergasted as he did until they got to the door. It was at that point that Yoongi grabbed her hands, stopping her from shoving him again, and stared down at her with an indiscernible expression. 

“You’re upset now.” he conceded, gently squeezing her hands in his where they were still resting against his chest. “We’ll talk when you’ve calmed down, yeah?” 

Keeping both of her wrists secured in one of his hands, he gently brushed some hair out of her face, watching silently as the tears started to fall, but Yoongi knew better than most that these were frustrated tears, angry tears. There was no use trying to explain to her now, not when she was like this. 

“Get the fuck out.” she hissed, wrenching her hands away from him and taking a few steps and clutching her hands to her chest as though she had been burned. 

“Tae-il nim!” he called, looking over her head towards where the older man was watching the interaction anxiously. “Say hi to the missus for me, yeah?” 

All the color drained from Tae-il’s face, and the heat rose in Margot’s cheeks as her fury rose, but before she could say anything, Yoongi had already turned to go, motioning in a lackadaisical way for his men to follow behind as if this had been all been normal, casual even. 

Tae-il and Margot watched as they all drove away, not saying a word until they were out of sight and they were both sure they weren’t coming back. 

Slowly, Margot turned to her old friend, the grief and horror caused by the revelation written across her face. “What are we going to do?”

Part two

[urmingirl]

I got goosebumps watching this part ❤️‍🩹

[amaterasou]

my amygdala

[cubemanmileys]

amygdala

[reina0sin0corona]

Agust D ‘AMYGDALA’ MV & Jacket Shoot Sketch - BTS (방탄소년단)

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[KOR/ENG LYRICS] AMYGDALA by Agust D

I don’t know your name

I don’t know your name

I don’t know your name

요즘 기분은 어때 How do you feel these days?

I don’t know your name (your name, your name)

기억들로 여행 Travelling through my memories

지우고픈 일들 Things I want to erase

요즘 기분은 어때 (어때 어때) How do you feel these days? (how do you feel, how do you feel)

1993 (1993)

내가 태어난 달 (내가 태어난 달) The month that I was born (the month that I was born)

엄마 심장의 수술 수술 수술 Mom’s heart surgery, surgery, surgery

별의별 일이 많았지 (별의별 일이 많았지) All sorts of things happened (all sorts of things happened)

뭐가 이리 다사다난한지 (뭐가 이리 다사다난한지) Why were there so many ups and downs? (why were there so many ups and downs?)

기억조차 안 나는 기억도 The memories that you don’t even remember

다 꺼내 보자고 하나씩 Let’s bring them out, one by one

다 꺼내 보자고 하나씩 Let’s bring them out, one by one

Oh oh (oh)

최선들의 선택 (최선들의 선택) The best choice (the best choice)

다음 차선들의 선택 (다음 차선들의 선택) And then the next best choice (and then the next best choice)

차차 선들의 선택 선택 선택 yeah The next next best choice, choice, choice, yeah

원치 않던 일들 (원치 않던 일들) Things I didn’t want to happen (things I didn’t want to happen)

내 통제 밖의 일들 (내 통제 밖의 일들) Things out of my control (things out of my control)

자 집어넣자 하나둘 Ok, let’s put them back, one and two

그래 하나둘 그래 하나둘 That’s right, one and two, that’s right, one and two

I don’t know your name (your name, your name)

기억들로 여행 (여행 여행) Travelling through my memories (travelling, travelling)

I don’t know your name (your name, your name)

자 지워보자 하나씩, 그래 하나씩 Ok, let’s erase it one by one, that’s right, one by one

My amygdala (my amygdala)

어서 나를 구해줘 어서 나를 구해줘 Hurry up and save me, hurry up and save me

My amygdala (my amygdala)

어서 나를 꺼내줘 어서 나를 꺼내줘 Hurry up and set me free, hurry up and set me free

My amygdala (my amygdala)

My amygdala (my amygdala)

이곳에서 구해줘 어서 빨리 꺼내줘 Save me from this place, hurry up and set me free now

Uh uh 그래 참 별의별 일이 많았지 Uh uh, that’s right, all sorts of things happened

Uh uh 귓가엔 엄마 심장 시계 소리 Uh uh, mom’s heartbeat, the clock’s ticking in my ear

Uh uh 전하지 못했던 내 사고 소식과 Uh uh, my accident that I couldn’t tell them about

스케줄 중에 걸려 온 전환 The phone call I got during work

아버지의 간암 소식 was the news of my father’s liver cancer

최선의 선택들이 맞았었길 I hope all the best decisions were right

그 또한 모두 지나가 버렸기에 And that too has all passed

그래서 이 수많은 고통은 날 위한 것일까 So was all of this misery meant for me?

끊임없던 시련은 날 죽이지 못했고 The neverending trials did not kill me

다시금 나는 연꽃을 피워내 I bloom into a lotus flower again

Oh oh (oh)

최선들의 선택 (최선들의 선택) The best choice (the best choice)

다음 차선들의 선택 (다음 차선들의 선택) And then the next best choice (and then the next best choice)

차차 선들의 선택 선택 선택 yeah The next next best choice, choice, choice, yeah

원치 않던 일들 (원치 않던 일들) Things I didn’t want to happen (things I didn’t want to happen)

내 통제 밖의 일들 (내 통제 밖의 일들) Things out of my control (things out of my control)

자 집어넣자 하나둘 Ok, let’s put them back, one and two

그래 하나둘 그래 하나둘 That’s right, one and two, that’s right, one and two

I don’t know your name (your name, your name)

기억들로 여행 (여행 여행) Travelling through my memories (travelling, travelling)

I don’t know your name (your name, your name)

자 지워보자 하나씩, 그래 하나씩 Ok, let’s erase it one by one, that’s right, one by one

My amygdala (my amygdala)

어서 나를 구해줘 어서 나를 구해줘 Hurry up and save me, hurry up and save me

My amygdala (my amygdala)

어서 나를 꺼내줘 어서 나를 꺼내줘 Hurry up and set me free, hurry up and set me free

My amygdala (my amygdala)

My amygdala (my amygdala)

이곳에서 구해줘 어서 빨리 꺼내줘 Save me from this place, hurry up and set me free now

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