#he is a model the world is hobis stage !!!

[bigbuffjoonie]

SEOKJIN PLEASE LMAO

I ran out of tag space I’m so sorry in advance but I just wanted to say I love that their names are Dark Hobi and Evil Yoongi lmao bc that also means in canon either they call themselves that or the heroes call them that and either way is so funny to me 😂

Versus | MYG, JHS - Chapter Two

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader x Hoseok

Genre: smut, fluff, angst, crack, enemies to lovers, Villains!AU

Rating: M (18+)

Warnings: weapons - daggers & laser gauntlets, swearing, mentions of blood, fighting (superhero workout-style), masturbation (m), allusion to shower sex

Word Count: 2.7k

Disclaimer: NSFW, obviously I don’t own BTS - they just inspire me

Summary: Supervillain exes Yoongi and Hoseok are sick and tired of having their plans for world domination wrecked by you, aka Vitality, the world’s most powerful superhero. When fellow villain Jimin suggests a little competition to see who can bring you to your knees, they both eagerly accept. Now the battle is on as both men engage you in fight after fight to see who will conquer you first. Will you finally defeat these two, or will they destroy you - and possibly take each other out in the process?

A/N: The challenge has been accepted, now it's time to establish the rules! And introduce a few other key players. Also, uh, gird yourselves, here comes the angst. Just a little!

Unbeta’d as usual. I’d love to know what you think - my inbox is always open! 💕

Chapter One ✨ Series Masterlist ✨ Chapter Three

CHAPTER TWO - THE RULES OF ENGAGEMENT

Hobi stalks angrily through his lair. Struts, actually. Not intentionally. It’s just how he walks, like the world’s his runway. Helps that he’s usually dressed to kill, both literally and figuratively. 

At the moment, he’s striding towards his weapons room wearing a stunning embroidered Louis Vuitton suit that has all of his henchmen doing double takes, and not just because of the splattered blood staining the luxe threads.

The life of a henchman is hard, as one constantly risks bodily injury time and time again for one’s leader, but working for someone who looks like that helps to soften the blows a bit. 

Hobi glares into the retinal scanner outside the weapons depot and the doors slide open as it recognizes his chestnut orbs. It also recognizes his glare. 

“Rough day, daddy?” a robotic voice purrs overhead. 

“Yes, Jin, today was shit,” Hobi declares as he returns his laser gauntlets to their place in his vast arsenal. “And I thought I told you not to call me that?”

“Sorry, sir,” the integrated A.I. system replies. Hobi rolls his eyes in annoyance. Perhaps it was a mistake giving the Synthetic Electronic Optimum Knowledge Jung Intelligence Network aka S.E.O.K.J.I.N. (Jin for short) sentience. The first thing it did upon rebooting was declare its undying devotion to Hobi. Which means an endless stream of ridiculous terms of endearment. Or pet names. Or worse.

Hobi’s starting to fear he’s going to grind his teeth into dust.

“Want to tell me all about it?” Jin inquires, automatically opening the vault door to Hobi’s inner sanctum.

“Not particularly.” He’d rather not rehash his day. It was painful enough living through it. 

Of course, Jin is undaunted. “Did the meeting at Jimin’s not go well?”

Hobi’s lithe fingers work the knot in his tie, loosening it until he’s able to tug the thin strip of fabric from his neck. “It was fine. Productive. We nailed down the rules of engagement for Jimin’s contest.” 

The terms of the challenge are concise and clear:

No outside help

No teaming up

The competition ends when Vitality draws her last breath. The man responsible wins.

The first rule is the most important. No outside help means neither can ask for assistance from any other villains, including Jimin, who must remain an impartial observer, as he so haughtily put it. The only exception is the allowance for both to continue to use Jimin’s power disrupters. 

Jimin originally decreed that the disrupters were banned, but swiftly reversed course and said they could use them since they already had them. The meeting then paused so Jungkook could apply some bandages to Jimin before he bled out all over his newly-cleaned rug.

As far as Hobi is concerned, rule two is completely unnecessary. Moving on. 

The final rule is mainly a technicality, making sure everyone understands the goal here. Once that annoying little superhero is gone, the victor will be declared. And to the victor go the spoils. Namely, a straight line to world domination, and the knowledge that they’re the superior villain, second to none. 

“That doesn’t sound very upsetting,” Jin muses. “Is it because Yoongi was there again?”

At the mention of his ex’s name, Hobi snarls. “No. I can handle seeing him.” He continues to strip, frowning at the sight of his ruined suit. Once he’s completely bare, he wanders through his bedroom to his en suite for a shower. 

“Then I guess I just don’t know what’s got you so mad, kitten.” 

Hobi presses a finger to the pinched spot between his dark brows, rubbing soothingly. The bathroom door opens. “I’m going to shower. If Jimin calls, tell him to expect a dry cleaning bill tomorrow.” 

He sighs wearily as the door closes behind him. There are no cameras in this room, so Jin is blind to what goes on in here. Not because Hobi is shy. Quite the opposite, actually. But he needs one room in the underground lair he calls home where he can go to be totally and completely alone.

Tucked away at the bottom of his vanity is a picture frame. He pulls it out, gently running his thumb over the photo inside. Bad idea. Too many conflicting emotions swirl through his already disquieted mind. He tilts the frame away and catches his reflection in the fingerprint-coated glass. The man gazing back at him struggles to maintain his cool demeanor. He turns away.

Warm water pours from the rainfall showerhead, filling the room with steam. Hobi stands directly underneath the stream, still adrift, until one particular feeling bubbles to the surface, and he strokes himself until he’s shuddering, his release washing away without a trace. When he exits the bathroom later, towel slung low over his hips, his expression is calm once again, betraying no sign of the maelstrom within.

THOCK

Taehyung strolls down the quiet hallway of the mansion. 

THOCK

He pauses outside the study, strands of his bright blue locks falling in his eyes as tips his head, listening. 

THOCK

With a grimace, he twists the doorknob. “Yoongi-hyung.” 

“Taehyung-ah,” Yoongi responds cordially, before flinging another dagger. 

THOCK

The blade lands directly in the middle of a face.

“Didn’t know you were back already.” 

Yoongi doesn’t reply as he saunters across the room. With a violent yank, he jerks the dagger out of the nose where it’s embedded, and grabs the other six that form a perfect circle around it, leaving only the one at the top that pins the portrait in place. 

“Meeting ended early,” he finally states. He removes his striped suit jacket, hanging it primly over the back of a chair before resuming his position several paces in front of the wall. “Jimin fell ill.” 

Taehyung notes the dried blood still clinging to one of the blade handles. “What did he want this time? Did he finally figure out the bug with the power disrupters?”

“Of course not. No, he wanted us to go over the rules for his stupid little competition.” 

THOCK

“And you didn’t like his suggestions?” Taehyung gestures to the dirty dagger. “Hence the blood?” 

Yoongi pauses mid-throw to inspect the handle of his blade. “Oh, we had a little disagreement, you could say. But Jimin eventually came around to our point of view, and I agreed to all of his terms. As did Hoseok.” 

THOCK

Ah, of course. Hoseok-hyung was there again. No wonder the wall was currently under attack by Yoongi’s blades. Taehyung tries to remember where he’d put the spackle after Yoongi’s last assault on the drywall.

THOCK

As another dagger whizzes by, within millimeters of Taehyung’s unconcerned face (he knows his hyung never misses), he tries not to think about what happened when Yoongi and Hoseok split. Taehyung had never seen Yoongi on a rampage like that before. So many blades. So much blood. As much as he adores his hyung, that’s a side of Yoongi he hopes to never see again. 

“So… what are the rules?”

“No outside help.” 

THOCK

“Even from me?” Taehyung pouts at the thought of not being allowed to help his hyung vanquish his enemy. His entire life is devoted to Yoongi, after hyung saved him. He gave Taehyung a purpose and something solid to cling to when the cruel winds of fate tried to tear him apart. 

In other words, Yoongi’s his rock. 

“No outside help from other supervillains. You’re not on the outside. You’re in my inner circle.” 

Taehyung beams proudly, boxy smile lighting up his handsome features.

“The other rules are simply formalities. No teaming up.” Yoongi laughs dryly. “As if that would fucking happen. I’d rather die than ask Hoseok for help, and I’m quite sure the feeling is mutual.” 

THOCK

“And the challenge is over once Vitality is dead.” 

“Okay. Those all make sense, to me.” Taehyung treads lightly. “So… just letting off some steam, then?” 

THOCK

“A little. But I’m also brainstorming. You know the blades help me think.”

Right. Taehyung remembers when Yoongi was preparing for the Tokyo maneuver. What a horribly stressful time that had been. Yoongi spent so many nights strategizing that Taehyung had ended up replacing an entire section of the wall. Spackle only goes so far. 

“Strategizing how you’ll take Vitality out?”  

“Yes. But I’m planning so much more than that.” He tosses a dagger straight above his head. Taehyung watches it flip a few times before Yoongi effortlessly plucks it out of the air, pinching it by the blade. The smile he flashes chills Taehyung to the bone. “I’m going to take them both out.” 

THOCK

The hilt quivers with the force of Yoongi’s throw, dagger buried once again dead center in Hoseok’s face.

“Harder!” A grunt falls from Namjoon’s panting mouth at your command. “Come on, Joon, give it to me!” 

“Can’t…don’t…wanna hurt you.” 

You scoff, rolling your eyes. “I’m not gonna break, Joon. Fucking stop holding back!”

Namjoon obeys, throwing his next punch with more oomph. Still, you easily dodge the blow, sliding beneath his outstretched arm and landing a jab to his gut. 

“Jesus, if you punch like this on your next mission, you’re never going to win! You gonna need me to come fight all your battles for you?”

Your goading works. The yellow haze surrounding Namjoon shimmers as he spins into a roundhouse kick. As his large foot connects with your torso, you let out a pained “OOF!” and fly across the mat, landing square on your back. All the wind in your lungs leaves your body in one loud whoosh. 

Namjoon hovers over you, hands on his knees as he catches his breath. “You okay?”

Weakly, you flash a thumbs up. 

“Okay, I think that’s enough sparring for today,” Namjoon clucks his tongue. 

“‘M fine. Just gonna… lay here… for a while.”  

Your teammate flops down next to you and rolls into his cool-down stretches. “I know what you’re doing, by the way.”

“Trying to breathe?”

“You know what I mean.” 

Of course Joon sees right through you. He’s your best friend on the team. The two of you have clicked since the day Doc brought you to the company. His hulking frame and frankly mind-boggling strength run counter to his sweet, quiet nature. A gentle giant if ever there was one. But he’s an astute motherfucker, much to your displeasure

“You don’t have to punish yourself for Dark Hobi and Evil Yoongi both escaping again. That’s not on you. Once we capture our targets and turn them over to the containment teams, it’s on them to keep them imprisoned.” 

Obviously, you know this. But it doesn’t do anything to calm the anger still roiling in your chest. How many times are you going to have to defeat those two before they’re captured for good? 

It’d be so much easier if you could just take them directly to The Hole, where all the villains found guilty of crimes against humanity are taken and locked away for eternity. But no. You know the rules - find the target, take them down, turn them over to containment. They’ll be brought to justice by the company’s tribunal, who judge whether a villain is fit to be rehabilitated and reenter society or sent to The Hole forever. 

Justice. What does that word mean, anyway? Why does the company get to decide their fates? You’re the one with the power. 

You know better than to mention these thoughts to Namjoon as he reaches for his toes, loosening his hamstrings. He’ll just recite the same annoying phrases again and again–we’re not above the system, we work for it. No one is meant to be judge, jury, and executioner all in one. It’s not right. 

Except… it sure seems like the company is all three. Why does it get to decide what’s right?

These questions are above your pay grade. Which, admittedly, is pretty high. 

“I’m not punishing myself,” you finally reply, grinning. “I just prefer to spar with someone worthy. No one else here can really give me a workout like you can. Being friends with the strongest man in the world has to have some sort of perks, you know?” 

“Besides literally bench pressing you?” He winks. “Like the other night?”

You stare off into the distance. “Ah, yes, that was a magical evening. The day I discovered I have a size kink. You really made my head go brrrr, you know that?” 

Namjoon frowns. “Sometimes I think we speak two different languages.” 

“Whatever. Help me stretch my thighs, will you? They’ve felt really tight since we got off the treadmills.” Lying on your back, you lift both knees to your chest. Namjoon nods, kneeling by your ass. He grabs one of your ankles and extends the leg, then presses your thigh into your torso. 

It’s a terribly intimate position, but neither of you flush, both deeply familiar with the other’s body by now. It’s hard as fuck to date as a superhero. Practically impossible, really, with the crazy schedules and the always lurking paparazzi, not to mention the groupies–the cape clingers, as the company calls them. So the two of you have an arrangement. Purely physical. 

“I heard the search for Hobi’s lair isn’t going well,” Namjoon murmurs, his thick fingers digging into your flesh as he switches legs. He is unfortunately correct, which you already know without hearing whatever gossip he’s about to drop. “Doc said the presentation to the shareholders last month kinda skirted around the scout’s report.” 

Over the years, Dark Hobi has completely managed to elude your company’s ability to locate his base of operations, despite the fact that you’re pretty sure his weapons cache alone must be the size of Texas. Whatever he is using for security is clearly more sophisticated than anything the company has, a fact that absolutely drives the CEO mad. He wants to be the one with the best toys. 

“I’m telling you, he’s got an underwater base. It’s the only thing that makes sense,” you mutter back, making a face at Hyunjin when he walks by and whistles suggestively at the two of you. “Oh, fuck off, Jinnie, you know you wish you were the cream filling in this delicious whoopie pie right now.” 

Hyunjin just laughs, but Namjoon rolls his eyes. ”Whoopie pie?”

“I don’t know, I’m hungry.”  

Namjoon releases your legs and begins to stretch his own. “Anyway… he said the meeting was pretty cut and dry, the usual facts and figures, not much new. Oh, I guess there was some sort of weird Geiger spike the other night out in Busan but when the teams combed the area it came from, they didn’t find anything.”

“Busan? Who do we suspect is in Busan these days?”

“No one new that we know of. Just Jimin.” He snorts and you both begin to cackle. 

“Fuck, could you imagine if that guy got his hands on nuclear weapons? Probably blow himself up immediately.” As far as villains went, Jimin aka Mr. Machiavelli is less of a threat to mankind than Dark Hobi or Evil Yoongi than he is to himself. And he isn’t some sort of amazing tactician who keeps slipping through your fingers–no, you’ve defeated him plenty of times. The only reason he isn’t currently in containment is because he has an uncanny knack for charming the guards into letting him go. 

With a yawn, Namjoon stands, offering you his hand. “Probably. Come on, I need a shower.” 

”And that requires me?”

“Yes. You blew off your steam, now I gotta blow off mine.” 

Namjoon tugs you into the communal changing area where your other teammates are milling about and you giggle as he helps you shuck your gym clothes in front of an eye-rolling Hyunjin. “Stop gawking, Jinnie, haven’t you ever seen two people about to fuck before?”

Bang Chan runs into the shower area, blue aura blazing. “Vi, we just got word that Dark Hobi’s been spotted off the coast of Jeju Island. Doc wants you ready to mobilize in ten.” 

You sigh. Just another day’s work. “Ten minutes? Fine.” Taking Namjoon’s hand, you lead him into one of the shower stalls. “Come on, thunder thighs, show me what you can do in five.”

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[silent-raven13]

The Star and the Waiter

(AU: Hobie is a Punk Star coming into a Puerto Rican restaurant and happens to meet a certain cute waiter, Miles! No Spider-man/super powers in this world)

"You fuckers been Ace!" Hobie finished the last song with a big bang having his electric guitar smashing on stage before he jump on to the crowd. The Spider-band kept playing their music while their lead singer stage dive.

The audience cheers out loud a mixtures of joy shrills, screams and tears. They tries to touch every part of the punker, while he sticks his devil horn hand sign in the air.

After another successful concert, the manager of the famous Spider-band got all the members back on the tour bus, "Fucking nice work, guys! Another best show! Ya'll are trending on all social media! Fucking beautiful! Hobie, I could kiss you man!"

Hobie walks in the tour bus with a big grin on his face, "Oh yeah? Never knew you find me attractive, Bruce?"

"Pfft, easy fucker. Figure of speech. Anyway, best way to end the tour. Tomorrow ya'll can rest." The manager chuckles.

Riri, the bass player finally rested on the couch, "Fucking finally! I'm so fucking tired!"

"For real!" Karl, the second guitarist.

"Ugh, I'm so sore!" Mattea groans being so exhausted. "I just want to sleep." She landed on Riri being exhausted.

"Fuck Mattea! Warn a gal!" The dark skinned bass player grunts.

Hobie stood wiping off the kiss marks from his face after they dealt with the VIP fans. There were so many girls than the last time. The popularity of the punk band had grown faster in the last year.

Honestly, Hobie didn't expect his band to made it into fame. Hell, he became one of the most popular, eye candy lead singer around! Anyone would want him. Model agencies, make-up companies, other artists wanting to collab- hell, he even got rich influencers and high class people wanting to pay him to be in a "relationship" with him for the publicity.

No, he's not like that. Maybe that's why his band are so famous. They are the real deal! They never back down on what they believe in. Hobie always doing what he wants and no one can stop him. He is rawr to the core, he never believe in consistency, Chaos, no labels, staying true to his own words got him the fame he needs.

Let's not forget, his looks too! This handsome lad has all the women squealing at his feet. They would faint at the spot. "Hah, crazy you made out with that mum." Karl commented.

"Oh yeah, she was so proud about using her son's college fund to get here." Riri laughs, "Well, everyone wants to fuck Hobie Brown, right?"

Mattea laughs, "For real. Remember that popular celebrity send him a letter begging to be his girlfriend and she was willing to pay him."

"Expensive ass whore." Karl nudges his best friend, "Right, man. You turned down a multi-billion dollar relationship! You'll be set. I heard rich girls like that only into NFL or NBA players, especially black guys."

"That's so true. Didn't her sister marry a basketball player and then, divorce within the week?" Mattea asked, "I say stay away."

"For real, rich white girls like that only cares about flaunting their riches and you know how they love using black men for their sick twisted desire for a mix child. It's all shit." Riri let Mattea lay on her lap while they talk.

"Well, Hobie Brown is never going to be involved with transplants! I prefer the real thing in a person." He walks to sit on a lazy boy, his leather pants made a squeak sound. The lead singer wore all black with a spike battle leather vest jacket, leather black pants with three belts wrapped around his waist, buckled thick combat boots. The sexiest look for the singer, his heavy boots made sounds for every step.

"Hahaha, and that's why you got stalkers. That rich girl didn't take no so lightly." Mattea laughs, "She did a whole story on her social media."

"That's her problem." Hobie chuckles, "Anyway, I'm a bit famish. Is there any food?"

"We got leftovers, dude." Karl checks the fridge to find burgers, tacos, all sorts of leftovers. "I'm sure half of them are spoiled because this fridge stinks!"

"Unless you want leftover old Chinese?" Mattea hums.

"Eck, I'll go grab a bite." Hobie snorted, deciding to get his wallet and smartphone.

"Whoa. Whoa. Hobie," His manager stops his, "Your not going out, again! Last time you did, you got shitfaced and had an all out brawl!"

"Pfft, not my fault a couple of blokes wanted to fight." Hobie remembers he went to a pub to drink and ended up kisses some of these men's girlfriends or dates- Whatever it was. They wanted to fight him so he gladly fought them. That was a trend, all over social media.

Luckily, his fans and most people were on his side. Since it wasn't his fault those women didn't admit they were in relationships. Everyone loses their minds over a Star!

"Let him go, Bruce. Hobie can take care of himself. Besides, we're done with the tour." Riri was on her Smartphone seeing their concert was trending all over on TikTok.

"Hah, yeah. And we go back home tomorrow. So, let's just chill." Karl hums, "Anyway, I'ma order some pizza."

"Oh I'll take a stuffed cheesy crust with pepperoni." Mattea shouted.

Hobie was done with junk food, being on the damn road only got them eating junk. They had only beer, too. He wanted something different, something home-made? He wasn't sure. All he knows he's sick of these take out and expensive dishes that aren't good.

"Bro, you better hurry and get something to eat. Just because it's New York, doesn't mean some restaurants closes later." Riri hums.

"Yeah. Yeah, I'll be quick, besides I know where to look." He waves his hands away, "I'll be fine, pops." He left with a grin on his face toward his manager.

"Fucking Hobie..." Bruce groans being stressed out, "Send me your location, kid!"

"Fine. Fine!" Hobie rolled his eyes before leaving out of his tour bus, he saw how much the crowd died down. Checking his phone, he saw it was nine... shame, his band could've gone longer, but fucking Bruce warns them to follow the schedule.

Anyway, he saw an interesting spot when his tour bus pass through the city. It looked homey, warm with an interesting art wall on the side. Whoever are the owners of the restaurant, they were smart enough to have an artist to create such a beautiful artwork. Shame Hobie wasn't able to admire it long, since his tour bus speed up. He did remember the name... Morales' Kitchen.

"Hmm," He realized he needs to look it up to see what to order. Pulling up his expensive smart phone, he found the restaurant is Puerto Rican basis. It looked appealing and the reviews shows positive reviews.

Reviewers:

BunnyFox: OMG I loved coming here since I was a kid! Best Puerto Rican FOOD EVER!!!

ShyGuy23: Man, this place is soo good. If you want to taste Puerto Rico, it tastes just like home! I missed my mom's cooking, so this comes close to it.

PuertoRicanGirlie: BEST PUERTO RICAN PLACE EVA!

And it went on with that. Many recommended the traditional plate which contain tostones, arroz con habichuelas (rice and beans), and a choice of chicken, pork, or beef. Many recommended pork or chicken with a side of salad. He'll probably get that, he never had Puerto Rican food.

Now, this might come a surprised from the Punk-Star with his family descendants of Jamaican and Haitian ancestry, he always loves trying Caribbean food. By now, he would've tried Puerto Rican, but nope. So far, he had Mexican and Dominican food as far as he knows.

Well there's a first time for everything.

He chuckles at his own thoughts, he never thought he would say that, again. The nineteen year old had been through every sexual, adventurous experience so his first times were long gone.

Walking in the slight cold night of the city, he pulled out his cigarette to smoke. His wicks bounces from every step he takes, enjoying his walk.

Ahh, this is nice.

Hobie isn't gonna lie, he so far hates being famous. He didn't think their whole life would be on watch.

Figures

In a capitalistic world, only Corporate Greedy, big evil money hungry businesses like the music Industries would leech the blood out of their artists. Do this or don't do this. Hobie thought if he can go back in time to prevent his seventeen year old self to sign his soul away from the contract... would he? Maybe. So far, he hated the constant fans budding in his personal lives, annoying blokes challenging him as they act he never threw hands.

It's funny how the PR teams always work overtime to fix his imagine for the sake of their record labels. There always something with them. That's why he lash out so much the last year, yet his soul takers still try to force him into this mold. A mold of being a basic Poster- HIM A POP STAR?

He would rather eat glass off the subway station floor. Or they try to make him be a rapper or join a Hip Hop reality television show to make a career out of it. They always say, Punk is never forever. Hobie conquer on that, he and his band worked too damn hard to stay true to themselves.

He threaten his bosses that he will make sure he's not going down a fight. There was many "scandals" like nudes, sex videos, drug use, and all to remain trendy and down right fucking true to himself. Controversy can be a powerful weapon, inconsistency is him! All the videos of him kissing men, women, none-binaries- ALL OF IT! He wouldn't care, he never believe in labels and believe in his voice.

His inky eyes saw a poster about Saving Gaza being torn or written. "Hmmm," He knew one of the main reasons to be famous was the amount of power his voice is.

The Punk Star took a photo of the poster, then posted on his Social Media with massive words, "SAVE PALESTINE! FUCK GENOCIDE!" He put the watermelon logo, Palestine flag and rock hand sign.

He's never one to back down for what's right. As he put his Smartphone in his pocket, his phone started to blast with notification of massive people liking, comments good or bad. A smirk on his face knowing the haters will write him a lot of slurs, curse words, but he didn't care. He laughs at them. His voice is POWERFUL!

Now, his record label... his bosses might not take it, too lightly. He didn't care. They got nothing on him and his band.

Then, a savory smell of tomatoes, garlic and cilantro tickled his nose. Huh, I'm here already? He saw the restaurant seeing the warm color scheme of brown, yellow and red. There was a massive Puerto Rican Flag next to the name of the place.

Hobie slowly walks to the mural at the most badass piece. It's a massive mural of black and brown people showing Empowerment with their hands raised into a fist, some figures had face covers wrapped around their mouths with different country flags. A lot of Latin American flags, especially Caribbean flags. There was an abstract city with so many small indication of past racist and discrimination history. What Hobie loves the most about the mural was the massive words that spread on the top, 'We are the People! We have the Power!'

"Fuckin' hardcore." Hobie decided to take multiple photos of the mural. He loves art like this. Art about empowerment in the black and brown community. People of color works on politics, installations about Capitalism ruining this damn world. He looks at the graffiti signature... "MGM?"

Maybe he can find the name on his social media. Hobie can already tell he's going to be a massive fan. The artists already checked off from his list on the art works: Empowerment, check! Representing POC, check! Different from the basic art, CHECK!

His stomach growls, "I should eat." He said to himself, he went to the front door to find the place closed at midnight. "Nice."

When he enters the shop, he saw a very homey restaurant. The walls painted of beautiful scenery of Puerto Rico with people dancing, food, and instruments. The lights were warm, the shades of brown and tiles brick color gave it a very mom and pop restaurant. There was a bar and television up high on the corner next to the bar and other places. So far it's empty.

The punker's inky eyes look down at the Wait list; so far a decent amount people came by through out the day. Then he hears someone coming out of the back of the kitchen, it sounded like two people speaking Spanish.

The person walking out the kitchen to the main floor, his footsteps light which got Hobie to glance up. When he did, he never thought he saw someone so beautiful in his life.

The hostess smiles at him, "Hello, welcome! Is it just you?" His eyes are colored of Honey brown with big doe like eyes.

Hobie had to take a moment to analyze such a beautiful man. He had a tapered short afro with a fade on the sides and zig-zag design on the side. His ears are pierced, nose wide and plump lips with such shimmer warm brown skin tone. Oh shit, Hobie was awestruck.

"Um.. Umm, yeah. Just me." Only a few words came out of his mouth. He wanted to stare at this Host, he had such a beautiful smile it felt like sunshine sending warm kisses.

The host nodded, "Okay, come with me. You want booth or a regular table?" He asked going to the side of the desk to take out a menu.

"Booth." The Punker's voice low like a mumble.

"Okay, I'm Miles by the way. I'll be your waiter." He turns to Hobie with a soft smile.

Miles...

Such a cute name for a cute lad. Hobie stares at Miles' behind seeing his rear, nicely thick. The young waiter had a basic white and black waiter outfit, the collar white sleeves rolled up showing off his left arm with tattoos.

A sleeve tattoo ain't too shabby.

Hobie couldn't tell what it looks like, but he can tell it looks unfinished from the elbow to the wrist. Then he saw Miles showing him a booth in the middle. "Here's the menu, for now do you care for water or your ready to order a drink?"

"I'll have a water, luv." Hobie casually said being a flirtatious, he sat in the booth looking at the menu.

"Okay. I'll give you a few minutes." He let out another smile. Hobie study those big beautiful plump lips, they were moisturized looks like chapstick.

Miles happily went to get a glass of water for the punker. Damn, he's so cute... Hobie didn't look at the menu but had his eyes on the waiter this whole time.

When Miles came back to place a glass water, "Ar-are you ready?"

"Hmph?" Hobie looking stupid.

"To order?" His waiter arched his eyebrow.

"Oh, um... actually." Hobie felt a bit embarrassed for wasting time. Staring at Miles got him feeling like a little lad. "What's your popular dish? Or what you recommend?"

"We have the traditional plate; it got rice and beans, tostones, salad, and choice of meat. I prefer pollo guisado." Miles flips the menu to show the poplar dish being serve, "But if you want something more meat, pernil with a side of tostones. These are our popular dishes for..." He eyed on Hobie, "new customers."

"Heh, because my accent, mate?" Hobie did have a thick cockney accent.

"Hahaha, pretty much, man. Unless you tried Puerto Rican food." Miles giggles.

Damn, even his giggles are cute.

Hobie felt his cheeks warm. If he can turn pink, he would. "No, luv. Never."

"Then I say pick the first one." He gave another smile this time his eyes seem to be gleaming at the punker.

"Alright, the first one. The way you said it. I'm not into pork..." He casually said.

"Okay, coming up." Miles wrote it down, then took the menu. "Any drinks besides water?"

"I would say beer but I'm underage." Hobie chuckles.

Miles' blink a couple of times being surprised, "What? Really!"

"Yup, I'm nineteen years old. I know I don't look like it." Hobie chuckles.

"Oh wow, you do look like you would be around twenty one. Awe, too bad, man. Can't serve you alcohol if you're underage." Miles look side to side with a small whisper, "Don't worry, I'm nineteen, too!" Then winks at him.

Hobie blinks at couple of times, he felt his mouth dry. "Really?"

"What? I look too young?"

"Nah, your tattoos gave it away." The punker said as he took a sip of water.

Miles arched his eyebrow with those Amber eyes gleaming at the punker like enchanted gems. "Oh yeah, how do you know I didn't get when I was sixteen?" He gave an amusing grin.

"You look like a good lad who follow the rules. Something about you seems like the type to never take risk." Hobie grins at him.

"Hahaha, well you're right I do follow the rules but I wouldn't say I don't take risks." Miles winks at him being flirty.

Oh, he's flirting with me?

Hobie felt stupid for giving a weak response, "Hah, risk taker?" He added, "What kind of risk you take?"

"Well, this tattoo." He lift his left arm showing his sleeve, "Not an easy project."

"What is it about?"

"Many stuff. I design the tattoo myself and went to a tattoo artist to do it." He got closer to show a beautiful collage works of graffiti characters, stars, clouds, sun and moon, and florals. A lot of Sunflowers.

"Bloody hell, mate. You design this? This looks fucking amazing. Maybe I should ask you to design me-self a tat." Hobie admires the work. "I got a spot empty at my right side."

"Nah, you wouldn't want a design from me." Miles chuckles in amusement.

"Come on, Miles. I'm being for real. Look, to show how of honest man I am," Hobie pulls out his Smartphone letting all his accessories from his clothes clank and click together, "give me your social."

"Wow, showing social. You're pretty forward, huh?" Miles giggles feeling his cheeks warm by the punker.

Then the other teenager realized he's basically demanding Miles' social. "Ah, my bad, mate."

"No! No-no," Miles chuckles, "It's cool man. Look let me give you my social. But don't be too surprised about my selfies." He gave a mischievous smirk.

Hobie felt the color from his face drain being replaced by a warm shade of red being so damn bashful. Luckily his dark skin tone didn't reveal anything, but maybe his wide eyes did and the way his mouth slight hang open. "Huh?" He could only say then handed his phone to Miles.

The waiter happily gave him his social, "Here's my art account... it's also my personal account." He hums giving some indication about himself.

Hobie took his phone back to look through, "MGM? Wait, are you the lad that did the mural outside?"

"Yeah, that's me." He admits holding the menu close to his chest.

"Mate, that's a fucking fantastic piece. It's bloody powerful!" Hobie said to him being so impressed. Miles is cute, and an artist! So far, he's peaking more of his interest.

"Awe, you're making me blush, man." Miles giggles with one hand hiding his shy smile.

Cute.

"Mijo, ya esta!" The two stop hearing a woman's voice from the kitchen.

"Oh your dish is ready. I'll get it." Miles said as he went over to put the menu away and rush into the kitchen.

Hobie had time to look through Miles' social, he found out the teenager likes to read comics, watch cartoons and anime, and cosplay. He had photos of Anime-Con or Comic conventions. His mouth watered when he saw photos of the cute waiter cross dressing, some with complete makeup with a beautiful design wigs.

He's very talented...

Then, what got Hobie very hype was a photo of Miles having two hip tattoos, showing them off with his sweats low enough his happy trail showings, and if any more probably show more than just hair. Sharply inhaling as he saw Miles wearing a crop top with some booty shorts. He's not afraid of being himself that's for sure.

Hobie really likes that, even seeing Miles' at Pride Parade with a group of friends. They were huddle together wearing the skimpiest of outfits. Miles wearing fishnets with bright yellow top with sunflower ankle jeans and converse shows. He certainly knows how to dress colorful, too.

"OKay, here's your meal. Enjoy." Miles came by with a massive plate of food to set down. Those golden honey brown shines over at the punker looking through his phone. "Enjoying my pics?"

"Hmph? Oh um..." Hobie quickly set his phone down seeing the massive plate filled with rice and beans, chicken smothered with a special tomato sauce, hot tostones and salad. "This looks delicious." He sniffs the delicious aroma of Puerto Rica spices like garlic, tomato, cilantro, and so on. With such deepen scent, it reminded him of his mother's Caribbean spices.

"Thank you. Hopefully your'll like it." Miles nodded with a soft smile on his face, "Enjoy your meal. If you need anything I'll be over there." He pointed by the host desk to wait.

Hobie pouted for the moment, then quickly grab Miles' wrist which cause the waiter to look surprised. "Sorry, luv. Um..." Damn, normal Hobie is such a charmer, he can flirt his way through anything or anyone, but Miles sure left his tongue tied. "How about you sit here? I'm curious about your art."

"Well," He took a moment, "I would but-" Hobie being desperate, he let his hand go, "There's no one here, darling. Come, sit by me, Sunflower."

That looks like it worked because the nineteen year old gave a shy almost flustered smile. "Sure, normally it's not busy around this time anyway. My dad will be fine with me talking to our customers." He sat across the punker with his face resting on both his hands, "Demi lo, Papí. Cómo te llamas?"

Ohh, he speaks Spanish, too. Did he call me, Papí? Maybe I can...

"Mi nombre es Hobie." He finally answered as he took his fork to dig into his dish.

Miles' smile widen showing his teeth, his eyes seem to sparkle. "You know, Spanish?"

"I know about five languages."

"Wow, look at you. I only know English and Spanish." Miles giggles being impressed.

He will be the death of me.

"I'm a bit choppy with Korean."

"Oh wow, you know Korean? I know a lil bit, my best friend is Korean." Miles explained, "I wouldn't put it on my list. What else?"

"Let see, Patios, Haitian Creole, French, Spanish, English, Korean, Chinese, a bit of Japanese.... and I'm trying to learn Sawhili and Arabic." He counted with his fingers as he took a bite of his meal.

"Dude, that's more than five languages." Miles giggles having his eyes on the punker who's eyes widen after taking the first bite.

"I mean, English and Japanese don't count." Hobie said while chewing.

"It's still more than five."

"I know a little Swahili and Arabic." Hobie hums, "Not on the list like someone mentions."

"Hehe, still six, Hobie." Miles giggles with amusement.

"I don't believe inconsistency."

"Really? So you mix your info a lot?"

"Yup!" Hobie got a piece of chicken then let out a satisfying sound, "Mmm, this is fucking good, mate. Finally something good! Tastes like home."

"Good, huh?" Miles grins widely.

"Good? This is bloody amazing. I tried a lot of stuff before and this," He nodded with approval, "Tastes the fucking cake."

"I'm glad. I'll let the chef know." Miles hums happily, "So, Hobie... where ya from, man? You got a British accent and what's Hobie short for?"

Hobie grins widely, "Hobart and I come from good ole' London, luv."

"Hmm, Hobart? I never heard a name like that before. It's kinda foreign."

"Haha, not many have this name."

"But it is cute," Miles saw the way the punker look at him, "Hobie. That's a cute nickname."

"Not cute, mate. I'm dangerous." Hobie chuckles, "Look at me."

"Then what should I say? Handsome? Dangerous? Sexy?" Miles flirted being more bold.

"Sexy? I do like the sound of that." Hobie slowly chews with his eyes on his waiter.

"Hahaha, I prefer cute." Miles gave a smug smile, "Your cute."

"Stop, mate. Ya makin' me blush." He wasn't lying.

"Awe, that's cute." He laughs.

Hobie snorted before eating slowly. He wonders if Miles knows who he is. "So, Miles. What's does MGM mean?"

"Miles Gonzalo Morales. That's my full name." He answered rather quickly. "MGM keeps it fast and neat."

"And your works?"

"Mostly the struggle in living in New York, black and brown empowerment. Sometimes about my sexuality, or how we're often silence. You're lucky you got to see this painting. It's fairly new. Last one, I did a Free Palestine and- Oh Boy, the amount of hate we got. I mean, the tagging and pure hateful groups were making threats." Miles winced, "I don't think I'm strong enough for that kind of stuff... it's pretty scary."

"Fucking nazis. Nothing terrible happened?" Hobie asked.

"Thank god nothing did. My dad use to be a the Chief of Police so many cops respect him and we got lucky with that sort of protection." Miles rubs his neck about his latest work, "I know, it's risk making works like that. So this time I play it safe now with murals for empowerment and aesthetics for this place, but my personally gallery works I go crazy."

"You got a gallery?"

"Eh, it's a small one not far from here, but I do make works here and there." Miles shrugs, "It's my passion."

"Good, you should keep it that way. Trust me, nothing beats creativity, bruv." He took another spoonful, to his surprised he was eating the plate clean. Normally, he'll take a few bites and leave the rest for his friends. Never much of eater, but this meal was too damn good.

Thanks for the advice, man." Miles nodded.

"Also, how did your pops work in a place like this? You say he was a pig?" Hobie commented.

Miles noticed the insult for cops, it makes sense. Nobody likes cops in this day and age, especially with all the shit they been doing. "He retired early from an incident and uses the money to built this place. It's actually my mom's dream, so that food you're eating is from my mami." Miles hums.

"Well, your mom cooking is perfection." Hobie took a bite of a tostones with a loud crunch sound, "Mmm, normally I don't eat much."

"I can see, your very skinny."

"But my height balances out, Sunflower." Hobie added.

"Yeah, you're very tall and this is from someone who's six' two"."

"Ah, I'm six'five"." Hobie chuckles at Miles' expression, he couldn't believe it.

"Dude, you're so tall. I think my uncle is the tallest in my family and you passed him." Miles said being in shock.

"I'm always been the tallest around my family." Hobie added as he lift his glass of water.

"Oh let me get you a refill." Miles got up.

"Oi, um... what about a soda pop, luv? Anything Puerto Rican drinks?" Hobie asked.

"We have Good Ole' Kola, it's a popular Puerto Rican soda." Miles said.

"One please, Sunflower."

"Coming right up." Miles went over to the bar to get a freshly cold can, "Say, why do you call me, Sunflower?"

"Your tattoos and your social." The other teenager said seeing Miles handing him a cold can of soda, he opens it hearing the hissed sound from the soda. "Does it offend you, Miles?"

Miles sat back down with his head shaking, "No, it's actually my favorite flower."

"Really?" Hobie could use that. "Why?"

"You know that Post Malone song called Sunflower?" Miles asked.

Hobie took a moment, "Maybe... not into pop."

"Well, that's one of my favorite song, and I like how pretty Sunflower looks. They always make me smile." Miles leans over to rest his face on one hand, "And fun fact, when there's no light or sunshine, they turned to each for energy. Isn't that cute, hm?"

Hobie sips his soda giving a nod, "So you're saying I'm a Sunflower since I'm cute?" He flirted back having to give a slight grin.

"Hmmm, I wouldn't say you look like a Sunflower. Maybe a Moonflower." Miles hums, "My second favorite flower." His honey eyes seem to glisten at him.

This lead the singer awestruck almost too flustered, he never felt like this in years. He didn't know what to say instead he shove rice and beans into his mouth. "Did you know Moonflowers only open at night and closes during the day?"

"No, I didn't know it existed."

"Maybe I should call you, Moonflower since you call me, Sunflower." Miles seems to be very interested in him.

"Oh yeah? Heh, nobody ever called me something nice like a flower."

"First time for everything." Miles added, "So, what got you coming here so late?"

"Oh... um... I was in that concert not too far from here?"

"Oh I heard some punk band, right?" Miles asked being clueless, "That place was packed! What's the band called... Spider Punk? Spider... hmm, Spider Band!"

"That's the one." Hobie nodded, "Listen to them?"

"Nah, I heard one song from them and it was their latest single." Miles shrugs, "I'm very into hip/hop, rap, R&B, Reggaeton, um... hmm a lil bit of pop. My little sister seems to like the song, it got her to sleep through it."

"Oh cool, she's a Spider-head?"

"Hahaha, she likes chaos." He play with hands together, "She's two."

Hobie never laughs so loud, "What, mate? You're pulling my leg?"

"I'm serious. One time I played a song and she started to sleep through it. I dunno I guess it's her Puerto Rican side loving loud music."

"Well, I'm honored a two year old sprog loves m- punk music." Hobie added, "Though, I hate labeling it punk."

"Oh, your that kind of punker? Hate labels?"

"I don't believe in them. I hate the AM and I hate the PM." The punker shoves the rest of his meals into his mouth then wipe his hands with a napkin. Man, he should've ate slow to keep talking to Miles, but the food was so good. "Never believed sticking to one thing."

"That's punk of you." Miles giggles, "Sorry, terrible joke."

"It's fine. I'll let it pass since this food- Mwah, chef kiss." Hobie kisses his two fingers together into the okay hand sign.

"Awe, good thing, too. I don't wanna piss you off." The waiter saw the plate being so clean, not a crumble left behind. "My mom would be so happy to see this plate so clean."

"It was so good, I want a second one to go."

"I can make the order if you want?"

"Please, do." The punker being very polite with him, never did he become so polite to people he's attractive.

"Alright. It'll take a few minutes." Miles got up to pick up the dirty dishes and utensils, the he went back to the kitchen to submit the order. Hobie nervously sat up straight then he sniff his breath wondering if it smell bad.

Smells like cigarettes... shit.

When Miles come back, all he did was giggle to himself while holding a dessert, "You got my mom super happy. She told me to give some tembleque."

"What now?"

"It's coconut pudding. It's really good." Miles places it in front of Hobie with a spoon next to it. "Trust me, you'll want to lick the plate."

"That's kind of your mum to give me a free dessert." He never experience such kindness before.

"Don't worry about it. She does it all the time when a customer being sweet and cleans off the plate." Miles winks at him, again.

"Can you tell her, thank you. I appreciate it." Hobie got a spoon to try the dessert, "Mmm, this is amazing." He mumbles with awed.

Miles could only smile at him, "You know, I really think you're cute." Slowly sway his upper body being a little shy to say.

That caught off the punker, he nearly choked on his pudding, The had to drink his soda then let out a low, "Wha?"

"I think you're cute. Your eyes grew wide like a kid. It's cute." Miles shrugs as he went back to sit down.

"Um... thanks." Hobie didn't know how to react.

"Oh sorry, didn't mean to weird you right." Miles frowned for the moment seeing how the punker looked uncomfortable. "Oh great, Miles. You thought you met someone else that's into the same team. I'm so sorry if-" Hobie quickly said, "No! Nono! I'm just- I was told many things but not cute. Sorry, for being weird about it, Sunflower."

"Oh, so you're gay?" Miles asked, "Sorry if that comes off rude. Normally, straight guys give me that look."

"Haha," Hobie sat back with a low deep chuckles, "Remember I don't believe in labels, luv. I play all the teams. I believe in connection."

"Oh very pansexual." Miles teased a bit.

"Maybe. Never consistent. Also I jump around with multiple partners."

"Ah, I'm bi-sexual and monogamous. To be honest, I don't like share my partners." Miles shrugs, "But that's just mean. Whatever float your boat, y'know?"

"Don't like sharing, huh? I'm into that." Hobie smirks widely at him this time being bold.

"Oh yeah?" Miles' eyes gleaming, his left leg shakes from being a bit nervous.

Hobie nodded with his hand placed on Miles' hand, "Yeah." His thumb gently massage into Miles' soft hand, it felt so tender. Miles couldn't help but let out a boyish giggle.

When the punker finished his dessert, Miles placed him the bill and brought out the take out.

"Say, this is a little heavy?" Hobie noticed two containers.

"I left you a slice of cake. Maybe you'll like it." Miles' voice went to a whisper, "Shh, don't tell my dad." Hobie let out a low chuckle.

"Cheeky minx."

"Shh. Anyway will that be cash or card?" He asked placing the plastic bag with take-out in it.

"Card, Sunflower. Maybe next time, I can DM you?"

"Sure. Anytime."

Hobie pulls out his black card which got Miles tilting his head to the side. He never seen a black card before. Aren't those for rich people? Anyway, he went ahead charging the card and placing it back on the table with two receipt and pen. Miles went to clean up the tables getting ready for closing time.

Before Miles went over to pick up the receipt from Hobie's table, "Miles, mi vida. Can you help me?"

"Sure, mami." He pouted over to Hobie, seeing the punker is going to leave soon.

Hobie could only give him a small smile, watching his Sunflower go to the back of the kitchen. He thought about waiting for him until his manager is blowing up his phone like crazy.

Bruce: Where are you asshole? Get your ass back to the bus.

Hobie: 🖕🏿 fuck off. I'm busy here.

Bruce: Hobie.

Hobie: 🙄 fine. I'll be there soon.

He cursed himself at his manager. Fucking Bruce. Always ruining his game. The punker went into his wallet pulling out a wad of cash, then leaving Miles a wonderful tip.

Hopefully we'll meet again.

Just like the wind, Hobie was gone from the restaurant. With beautiful thoughts of his Sunflower and hoping for the next time to meet... maybe go on date.

When Miles came back after helping his mom put somethings away in the fridge, he rushes to the main floor to find no one around. He pouted, slowly going over to the receipt. To his shock he saw a five hundred dollar tip. "What?" He almost chokes on his gasp.

Then his hand saw the receipt with Hobie's number and note.

See you later, Sunflower 😉

Hobie's number: xxx-xxx-xxxx

Text me when you want to hang, luv. I'm open this week.

The teenager put the number into his smart phone never feeling so bashful.

Miles felt his cheeks warm, "Wow..." For the first time, his heart was beating so fast and palms were sweaty. To think this cutie Punker would give him, his number. Who is this Hobie Brown? And how he got so much money? Miles' curiosity is getting to him, maybe that's why he found the punker so attractive. He's so mysterious, sweet, beautiful like a Moonflower.

He wants Hobie Brown.

[taehyungfirst]

I know I know....but can you imagine what Tae could achieve if his company promoted him in the west? I mean the man blew up the internet on the regular just by setting foot on US soil.

You cannot tell me this isn't intentional. A company as money hungry as BH doesn't just give up potential profit unless it conflicts with their larger plans.

To be clear, I don't think it's necessarily competition for JK or even JM. They are doing totally different things with their music and their approach. Do I think BH wants JK as the sole global star? Absolutely. I think they give JM a bit of western exposure because 1) they don't see it as competition and 2) it supports the Official Ship. I think Tae complicates that both in his unwillingness to toe the company line and the natural gravitational pull he has as a soloist and with JK (and honestly even with JM). It's JKK Goes West.

I also don't think they know what to do with Tae's approach. JK is classic pop star. They pull out all the 90s/00s influences. JM is classic K-pop. Tae is full body gold sequins in a cave in Spain. Or he's Peter Pan on his magical mystery ship. Or he's staging the biggest, queerest make out in London. It's why he continues to go outside of the BH inner circle and create his own team to realize his vision. But at the end of the day, promo still comes back to the company and it limits him.

BH (specifically BPD) is profoundly limited in approach and creativity. They are stuck in these old models and can't think how they could (and should want to) promote multiple artists on different, individual tracks.

I still think it’s because of his individual contract. I know I bring this up weekly, but seeing how things are, it’s just obvious that something is up. When the drop of a song with an independent artist is ten times smoother of when the company of the biggest group in the world drops it instead, you know there is something fundamentally wrong in there.

I don’t think it has to do with genre, Jm is not exactly pure pop, and Taehyung does R&B, which is a wildly popular genre (even though the fandom wanna convince you it’s not). Yg got good promo too guys, like Yg got insanely good promo, Nj had a chance there too, Hobi as well, Sj performed with Coldplay, they all had something except for him. It’s mind blowing for me.

[stormblessed95]

3. Otherwise, I just wanted to say hello and get my anticipation for Joonie's album and Hobi's performance next week. I would be very happy if you want to share your thoughts about Indigo with the world. And how would you interpret the lyric to "Dreamers"? JKs performance was really amazing! Have a great day/evening/night 🤗

I'll definitely be more than happy to talk about Indigo when it drops and talk about Hobi once again killing his solo stage and this time at MAMA when that happens too!

I don't think there is too much to analyze here honestly. It's a fairly straightforward song about chasing your dreams. Lyrics above. I think that can apply to many things though. The world cup football players accomplishing and fighting for their dream to win the world cup. Jungkook and BTS who have always had an underlying theme of how its good and important to never give up on your dreams and look at what he is accomplishing now! And I think it could also be a representation of a message of hope, respect and encouragement to people fighting for respect and for their lives in countries that diminish them. The Qatari singer he collabed with is Fahad Al Kubaisi, who along with being a singer, record producer and model, is a human rights activist for his country of Qatar. Fighting to make his peoples lives better in their country with how many are being mistreated. And it's something that is clearly very important to him. And so JK collabing with him says something too I think. It's a really sweet, fun and uplifting song with a good but simple message. I enjoyed it. I enjoyed the performance even more!!

Thank you for the ask 💜💜💜

[urdinosaurs]

Ok. Ok.

Here's my 3am idea:

Mary Janes band. But the members are all Hobie variants. They're all simply concept-art-Hobies.

So main-Hobie (our Hobie) introduces his new girl to his band.

All this obviously ends with groupsex.

╰┈➤ ❝ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐑 ❞ | 𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐄 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍

PROMPT: when hobie takes an interest in you and brings you backstage after his concert to fuck you silly, you're interrupted by the other members of the band, who seem keen on joining in on the fun

WARNINGS: afab reader, voyeurism, exhibition, unprotected p in v, nipple play, blow job, throat fucking, cum eating, not a fivesome bc they aren’t all fucking at once, more like a threesome, anal fingering, anal sex, double penetration, degradation, praise kink, a bit of aftercare, this is the filthiest thing I've ever written, 7.7k wc (my longest post ever)

A/N: ily bc the concept art of hobie's band members was what i was going for in my last post. i gave them names to differentiate, so i hope you don’t mind. i've been working on this for two months, there's just so much in here that i've never written, so it took a long fucking time to finish this. idk why i hyped this up as much as i did in this post. it's not that good

It wasn't supposed to end like this. Brought to a Mary Jane's show by your friend who adored them was supposed to be a good way to reconnect after your busy lives separated one another and see the band they've been raving about for months.

Not this. Not Hobie fucking Brown, the guitarist with a captivating presence, rocking out in his own little spot on stage, noticing you. Not him handing you his guitar pick at the end of the show with a sloppy, sharpie heart on it, telling you to meet him afterwards with a sly grin.

Not this waiting for him after the show, your heart in your throat, only for him to find you and reignite the flame of lust you previously held.

Not any of this. Yet here you are, allowing his wiry arm to drape across your shoulders like it's the most natural thing in the world. Pulled backstage with the pick tucked in your pocket, you remained in a state of awe at him, taking in the way he walked to how lankly he is up close. It's hard not to with his height and tight-fitting patched pants, dressed with belts to accentuate his long torso. He's the pinochle of beauty, a model for the standard, and you're having trouble doing anything other than gawking.

It's how you end up bent over an old sofa, fingers scraping the worn fabric as your hips buck with the force of his thrusts.

"First time 'ere? Never seen a pretty 'hing like you before," he grunts, hands wandering from your love handles to your ass, kneading the flesh in his palm before pushing you further into the side of the sofa.

"Yeah-" you're cut off with a whine, slumping into the armrest digging into your ribcage. "F-friend brought me."

He whistles, his chest rumbling with a soft chuckle. "Lucky me 'hen, yeah? First punk show?"

His cock feels too heavy inside you to respond, so you shakily nod instead.

"Qui'e 'he welcome, innit? Ge''in' fucked by the guitarist on your first night. Unless you do 'his often? Do you le' every guy you meet wi'h a guitar dick you down, luv?" The low baritone of his voice is cocky and, oh so sure, patronizing tone teetering off into something more curious. Perhaps testing your motive? You're not sure, but amid your sex-filled haze, it adds to his charm.

Shaking your head, stars explode behind your eyelids when he slows his thrusts, leaning over you, his lips a hair's breadth away from the shell of your ear. "Well, don'' I feel special? Wha''s your name, huh?"

Gasping for breath on a particularly rough thrust, you have to scavenge your vocabulary to find the words to eventually tell him. Grinning, his pelvis grinds against your clit roughly, causing another wave of pleasure to crash over you, vocally too. His lips brush your neck, his nose nudging a spot behind your ear as he murmurs. "Name's Hobie."

You nod frantically, and his head tilts, lips trailing down the column of your throat. "You know me? Thought ya' said i''s your first time?"

His curiosity is authentic, slowing to an almost stop as he waits for a response. "My friend talks about you a lot, and y-your--" You try to distract yourself from how much he fills and stretches you, how the humid skin sticks to yours while you gather your scattered thoughts. "--Reputation is infamous at protests."

He stills, leaning back as his hand glides up and down your side while putting the pieces of your story together, gathering more of the puzzle that you are.

"You go to protests?" Genuine excitement coats his speech like a kid in a candy store, and you wish you could turn around to see that shift in him as he takes you for something more than he initially thought. A drawn-out whine vibrates your vocal cords as you wiggle your hips, earning a comforting rub to encourage patience.

"Didn't 'ake ya for a punk."

"Don't like the label."

His chuckle reverberates through his ribcage, amused. "'f course, ya' don't. Too cool for it, aye?"

Finding the strength to mewl, your toes curl as you try to move your pelvis back into him to gain friction in your pulsating pussy, but his fingers dig into the fat of your hips, unamused by your antics.

"Careful now, impatien' girls don't get wha' they want, do 'hey?" He warns, the underlying threat is not lost on you. The question is apparently not rhetorical because his hand strikes your ass with a loud slap, not enough to be uncomfortably painful but enough to leave your skin stinging. The precarious control of strength he seems to show suggests there's more power hidden in his angular frame than what you first picked him for, and the thought alone sends pleasurable butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

"I asked you a question, didn't I? Or 'ave you gone 'at cock dumb already?" His condescending fills you with the urge to prove him wrong, and you shake your head, something akin to a 'no' formed on your lips. Much to your dismay, he arrogantly smirks like he proved himself right, and his next words are said in a complacent simper, "'ts okay, luv. Didn't say it was a bad thing, I don't mind my whores a little dumb."

And with that, he slams back into you with a burst of energy, sending you reeling forward as he resumes his punishing pace, yanking you back and forth and reaching new points of dangerous thrill in the bruising grind of his hips.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck" he repeatedly moans, hands fumbling to tilt your abdomen upwards to ram you further down his cock obscenely. The breath is punched out of you, and you choke on the inhale, tears beading your waterline at the intensity of it all. You can't remember the last time someone pounded you with reckless abandon, filled you to the brink where nothing but their dick has clouded your mind. You don't think anyone ever will, and maybe that's the point. Of his groupies, of his fans, nobody will ever be like Hobie Brown.

Suddenly, the sound of voices grows closer, and you freeze underneath him, your head whipping around to face him. The makings of an orgasm dissipate the longer your full attention is captured by the people outside. Hobie, however, remains calm, maintaining a steady rhythm despite the jingle in the door knob. His eyes soften, and his grip loosens to give you a silent out without any form of judgment. 

But he knows you. 

You've only been in his presence for two and a half hours, yet he knows what you will choose; your unspoken limits and boundaries are like it's the most obvious thing in the world. It should mess with you how he already knows your next move before you make it, how inhuman his sense of perception is, and still, you find yourself saving the Nancy Drew within you for another time. Throwing caution to the wind, you embrace him with blind faith just as the door creaks open and voices filter in. 

"And so I said to the cunt, he better have…" They stop all at once. The only sound besides the buzzing silence is Hobie's lazy thrusts in the wet squelch of your pussy, loud enough to make you cringe. "Didn't realize you were here, mate, my bad."

Yet they don't make a single move to leave. Instead, they stare at the back of your head where you're facing away from them, down to the curve of your figure, and then their eyes drop to your shorts somewhere beside the chair and trace the stretch of your legs until they stop where you two are connected. 

"Nah, i''s alright, we're just ge''in' acquainted, is all." Hobie reaches down, his hand sliding over the apex of your thighs and reaching around the front, where his fingers ghost over your clit after being neglected for so long. You jump in surprise, grinding into his fingers, searching for more of the sweet rapture burning its way to your toes.

The chuckle, whether from Hobie or the men in the doorway, blends in with the static in your ears, and the next second, he moves past the bundle of nerves to the wetness leaking from your stuffed hole. Gathering the excess with his fingers, he brings it to the light, running his tongue over the digits, humming in delight and practically purring, "I think she likes me."

One of them sucks in a breath, and with your head craned the other way, you can't tell who. "Reckon, she's up for somethin' more?"

Well, that's the question, wasn't it? Whether or not you wanted to take the plunge into unknown territory, relinquish your control to the four men burning holes in the back of your head, unable to stray from the alluring promise of pleasure. 

"What do ya think, luv? Think you can 'ake it like a big girl?"

Your cunt drools around him. The answer is embarrassingly easy. Maneuvering your head to the side to face the other men, you look at them, and they're looking at you and sharing the same expression: desire. A notable bulge strains their pants the longer they stand motionless, their chests rising and falling in an uneven pattern. They're more attractive than you remember, the situation and proximity alone adding to the sexual appeal they chase with ease. 

In the name of all things holy, you pray there not be a God or deity staring down upon you, weighing your slipping soul like the Christians tell you he is. Being condemned for sins of such great pleasure has little importance in your sexual appetite, damning you if you do or don't seize the opportunity in the name of the powers that be.

"Yes, please."

In the blink of an eye, they're on you, hands brushing and running across your skin in virgin admiration. "Shhhittt, man, she's beautiful." Someone's fingers hold your jaw, moving your head around in laudation and inspection, whistling. 

"'ear 'ha,' swee'hear'? Pre''ies' girl I've seen in a long while."

"Definitely," the other agrees, tracing your exposed skin with a single finger. "You're somethin' special all righ'." 

A smile unwillingly breaks across your face at the praise. Warm and sentimental feelings churning in your chest the longer they shower you with it. The one closest to your head catches your reaction and laughs, lifting your chin with a single finger. "You like tha,' don't you? I didn't realize you 'ad such a good girl on your mitts, 'obes."

It's impossible to see Hobie's reaction, but you guess it's something akin to pride when he adds, "Even be''er pussy, mate."

There's a hum, and you feel his hands tickle your spine. "Then you might wanna give us space, yeah?" He, the other guitarist, points out chunky red and blue headphones hanging around his neck. "Y'know…since you haven't made her cum yet."

Hobie still lodged deep inside your guts, twitches and not in a sexually aroused way or im-almost-cumming kind of way, it's an irritation prickling at his skin, raising the hairs on his arm kind of feeling.

"Oh yeah?" he challenges, hands tightening over your body. 

"Mhm, if you give me a chance I'll have her begging in no time." 

For a second, there's silence, then his lips quirk into a mischievous grin, spreading across his face and reaching to his eyes that light up. Hobie leans in, eyes locked on the man in front of you but addressing you all the same, his tone low and amused. "What do ya' say, sweets, hmm?"

It's disguised as playful, but you know what he's confirming, and you clench around him, swallowing the lump in your throat as a breathless form of agreement forms on the wet muscle licking your lips. It's hard to believe that just a few hours ago, the thought of fucking someone you just met would be off-putting, wrong even. Yet, with the right push and pull, here you are, letting these men have free reign over every ounce of desire coursing through you. 

Selling your soul to the devil never felt so good. 

Hobie, still throbbing inside you, tugs on your walls as he pulls out, drawing a low gripe contorted by your outcry. A ring of white collects at the base, and he taps his tip on your clit before stepping to the side. His hand glides underneath your shirt, tender fingers stretching out across your spine to console you and calm down the emotions he's pulled to the surface. "Shh, I know, you're feelin' all empty without ol' 'obie yo fill tha' greedy hole ov yours, but don't worry yer pretty head sweets, you won'' be empty for long."

And with that, he takes a step back, and the rest surround you like predators. Multitudes of arms reach to caress your skin, running lines of admiration down and across your body. Now more at ease around them, you find your shirt comes off easily, with four hands aiding you in the process, the others hungrily diving at your torso for a taste of forbidden flesh. 

To your left, Hobie stands there, his cock hard and bare between his legs while he watches the scene unfold before him. You rip your gaze away from him just as a pair of hands cup your tits and pulls you back into his chest, your spine arched and your ass hitting the rough denim. 

"Prettiest li''le thing ion ever see, ain't that right?" The man behind you purrs in your ear, tilting his head to slot it in the juncture of your neck innocently. "I'm going to take right care ov ya', darling." 

Thick, calloused fingers squeeze your breasts like a bra, enclosing them in his broad palm. Classifying yourself as flustered would be an understatement as you feel your face heat up, your body trembling with barely contained excitement. "Fuck– please."

You can feel his smirk against your neck, letting his lips linger in a kiss until his hands retract and the distinct sound of a zipper fills in the gaps. The cold air against your now bare nipples makes them harden, but not before another set of hands replaces them, fondling your cleavage with a skilled hand.

The bassist's fingers roll your nipples, earning a choked sigh as the singer behind you slaps his leaking shaft against your ass, precum dribbling onto your skin. He rubs himself over your slit teasingly, groaning at the feeling of your combined juices. The bassist, Glen, even pulls on your tits with a filthy grin, feeding off your reactions and the yelp you emit like a starving man. 

Calem, the singer, guides himself through your folds and hums in approval. "Hobie's fuckin' lucky he found you first. I wouldn't share a lick of this delicious cunt with them if it were me." 

The chunky locs framing his face swing as he shakes his head, the rest tucked behind his ear, lines his length with your pussy, slamming in a single devastating thrust. Your torso slumps against the couch, unintelligible noises singing from your mouth while you adjust to the size. He's big, much more than you anticipated, and although the girth isn't the same as Hobie's, it's damn near close. 

"Mother fuckin'– Mary mother of Christ, how are you this tight?" Calem hisses, short jerks comparable to thrusts testing and teasing your limits. The taste alone of what's in store for you has added wetness coating his shaft, and not wasting another second, he starts a steady rhythm, building up momentum and speed with each jab. Moans intermingle with your cries, and his hand's fumble to find your waist in an effort you believe to steady himself rather than you. 

Though you were initially unsure about the idea, hesitant even to allow others access to such a sacred place, you've found that letting go, trusting in Hobie and those by extension, feels good. Chemistry crackles like a live wire between you and the five other people in this room, temptation leading you into unspoken territories of newly found trust. There's no pleasing others or expectations here, just carnal lust spiking the blood rush to your brain. Worries of the world outside melt away, giving you the taste of life without inhibition under circumstances you can see yourself getting addicted to, all because of Hobie. 

The others, the names you try to remember, stand in some combination to the side and out of your peripheral. Glen, who was playing with your nipples earlier, has pulled himself out of his pants, experimentally giving himself a couple of tugs as he watches the wanton display. Sid, the backup guitarist and vocalist, does the same, though the way his hands linger in your hair, you have an inkling of where he wants to use you. 

Use. It's such an odd thought to let someone manipulate your body and control you without restraint or care for their pleasure. An idea that you're starting to come to terms with the longer you are surrounded by them and the electrifying energy that follows. 

"You think that mouth is as good as her other holes?" The question shouldn't surprise you, nor should the vulgarity of it. Still, your head inclines towards Sid, running his hands over your scalp. "Dunno if the slut can handle it."

Your eyes widen, and you shake your head yes frantically before you can comprehend what you're doing, so eager to prove, to serve. A smirk returns your enthusiasm, his pupils dancing with something sinful. Chuckles reward your resolve to please them, but you're too honed in on his hand's increasing pressure on your skull to feel embarrassed. Then his fingers grip your hair and pull in one sudden motion, your neck straining in an awkward position until he kneels on the sofa, his cock bobbing a couple of inches from your face.

From this angle, your backside is spread out further on the armrest, and coincidentally it allows Calem's dick to curve and prod even deeper inside your belly than you thought possible. Cries flow like an endless stream of water from your raw throat, the sensitivity increasing tenfold and threatening to draw tears from how good it feels. No one has ever taken the time to learn the right pull and press to scramble your thoughts and turn everything you knew about sex upside down, but now you're sure there's no way you can go back after this. 

"Pretty girl," he croons, "Bet you would do just about anything, huh?" Sid's lack of accent surprises you, though you don't dwell on it, and a tug redirects your attention to his imposing figure like a misbehaved puppy. "That's what I thought. Now be a big girl and open up wide."

Calem has slowed to a manageable speed, more languid than before, set on watching the scene unfold in front of him. Your lips part to accommodate as much of him as possible. Sid grins, lip piercing, stretching with it as he guides the tip to your outstretched tongue, tapping the bulbous head leaking precum on your taste buds. The saltiness and his musk swarm your head, the weight of it on your tongue and the silky smooth skin leaves you deliriously euphoric. 

He glides himself in carefully, opting for you to decide how much you can take before he pushes your limits, and you've gotta admit, he's more attentive than you gave him credit for. When his cock hits the back of your throat, and a suppressed gag tightens your esophagus around him, he quickly loosens his clasp. Taking him at your own pace, you bob your head up and down his shaft, slacking your jaw further the closer you reach the base in a more controlled manner.

The wet heat of your mouth invites a twitch of his leg, and he yanks you down to his base, your nose buried in his public bone where short, prickly hair from when he last shaved scratches your skin. Gagging obscenely and earning a low, throaty groan from the recipient, you shut your eyes to better focus on each inhale while adjusting to breathing through your nose. 

"Dirty girl. Taking two cocks at once like a proper slut. Just a bunch of holes for us, right?" Sid harshly spits, fucking your throat with the vengeance and aggression of primal need. Calem picks up speed to match the tempo of the man in front of you, prodding at your nerve endings, sparking with sex, and the reality of the situation settles in. Your hands scramble to his thighs, anchoring yourself as Sid fucks your mouth, leaking drool with an intensity you've never experienced before. Calem has no trouble setting a ruthless pace, kissing your cervix at an angle that has your back arching and your toes pointing. 

"Keep doing that, gorgeous, yeah– fuck! You love it, don't you? Being filled on both ends like a fuckin' cum slut." A mewl scratches at your throat in response, vibrating your vocal cords in an apparently satisfactory one by his choked moan. It's ruthless and degrading being tossed around, but then the thrill, the rush of submission, has you rethinking everything you know about the word. 

Everyone else watches, and that could be the most terrifying part because they aren't just watching; they're observing, regarding, and examining. You can see it in their eyes as they pump their hard dick with precum as their lube like they're preparing to be next. Glen, Ramone, Hobie, all ridden with jealousy and a yearning to be inside of you instead of him who is, and honestly, it's fucking hot.

Sid bullies his cock down your crowded windpipe, a groan hitched in his. He grows more frantic the closer he is to his release. Tears burn your eyes, and drool dribbles down the corner of your mouth, surely adding to a sight that could only be described as pornographic. 

The coiled knot of pleasure in your gut twists, the onset of a climax finally in reach. The first tears break and stream down your flushed cheeks, creating tracks in which they have fallen. Calem notices this, his hand fumbling around your sweaty bodies to the spot between your legs. 

"Yeah, yeah. Using you so well and you just can't get enough-" he grunts, a strangled and strained sound "–shit! Let go, f'me."

He pinches your clit between his middle and ring finger, and the world spins like a top, blackness dancing at the corners of your vision as an orgasm tears through your shaking limbs. Ropes of his ejection fill up your twitching pussy, liquid euphoria rushing through your veins and suffocating your brain with an unspeakable sense of bliss. It takes a second to register Sid pulling out and a stream of cum painting your face, as well as the noises of satisfaction that follow. 

Calem sags against your bent-over figure, your lungs clawing for air during the comedown of such an intense release. 

"Didn't do too much of a number on you, did I?" Sid, who has been uncharacteristically quiet since his orgasm, murmurs softly, his bracelets jangling as he reaches over to run a careful hand down the side of your face in assurance. 

"No…it was good, really good." He smiles at that and flicks his fingers over your cheek. Eyebrows raised, your face furrows in confusion before he brings his hand to eye level, letting you see the milky white substance gathered at his fingertips. He taps them to your lips, a silent question to which you abide and open your mouth obediently, closing around his digits. Seemingly satisfied, he lets you suck the cum off his fingers, only retracting his hand when you've licked them clean. 

"Good girl."

Sid brushes the back of his hand on your face to wipe the tears from earlier. Leaning into the innocent touch of another, you close your eyes to savor this bit of contact you don't often feel. However, it doesn't last long, and he taps your cheek in a goodbye, leaving the rest of his essence to dry on your skin, heading towards the leather recliner nearest you. An empty longing builds a lump in your raw throat, one you quickly shove down. 

"Think you can 'ake ano'her?" For a moment, you blink dumbly at him, taking a couple seconds to understand the meaning of his words, and when you do, you whip your head around, your jaw loose. The drummer Ramone's, whose spiky red streaked hair and wild makeup that demands attention, smug question leaves your tongue feeling heavy in your mouth, the idea turning you on more than you would like to admit. 

"Fuck man, you can 'ave her, 'm done for the night," Calem shakes his head, stripped headband damp with sweat, ignores the vulgar sound of your joined bodies to pull out. His lips barely touch your ear when he whispers, "You did amazing, darling." 

He stands to his full height, and the air is pulled from you when he does while you lie limply on the couch, Calem flopping into a bean bag chair. 

"Mhm," Ramone pulls you back by your hips, the rough material of his pants scratching your skin. "Can'' get over how pretty ov a sight 'his is."

The arousal from before returns slowly, dripping over your skin like honey as you're awakened underneath his touch. "Please." Pathetically, your toes curl to keep you patient, though it's running out faster than you can make sense of. 

"There's no need to worry. You'll get a fill," Glen pipes in, taking a step forward. Your eyes widen, taking in the towering men with smirks so wide they could devour you. 

"Now…" Ramone trails off, smoothing his hand adorned with rings over your backside before dipping to your crack and applying a slight pressure to your asshole. "Question is... you goin' to let me take you the way I wanna?" 

Oh. You weren't expecting that. 

The silence left in the wake of his question has Ramone pausing, his following statement softer. "Say 'he word, and 'his stops."

Despite how daunting the reality of the situation is, you were never much of a quitter. 

"It's just… I've never…" You're unable to close your legs with Ramone in between them, but if you could, you would. Humiliation creeps up the back of your neck, and you cringe away at the uneasy tension you've created. An apology hovers over the tip of your tongue, but before you can get the words out, warm laughter soothes your flustered expression. 

"Can'' imagine someone as lovely as ya' hasn't, but I can 'ake care of you. If 'at's wha'chu want," he offers without rebuttal, and really, the notion is appealing. You've seen it only on porn, and until now, it's been a festering fantasy you've stuffed away, motivated by the assumption guys didn't like that kind of thing. The prep and time spent to achieve a pleasurable experience turned most men away, or so you've heard, but seeing how wide his smile stretches and the anticipation in his dark pupils only solidifies what you want. 

"Just go slow, please." Your voice is weaker than you would have liked, meaker, and he bends forward to press a kiss to your spine in what you can only imagine as gratitude. He jesters behind him for something, and a moment later, a plastic lid flicks open.

"Don'' go''a worry abou' a 'hing, princesss." Ramone preps your ass with practice ease, his fingers making quick work of stretching you out, squirts of cold lube coating your insides. He must do this a lot, you think mindlessly to yourself while a crook of his fingers inside you has you arching back deliriously into him. He adds more the more you loosen up around him, twisting and scissoring your entrance to encourage it to relax further around his ministrations. He grins, patting your backside when he deems you ready, peaking around to check your face for reassurance. "Ready?"

By now, any reservations you harbored have dissolved, your pursed hole winking at him while you adjust to the newfound emptiness. Only you catch movement out of the corner of your eye, the flash of black clothing and jewelry adorning dark skin, before a voice speaks up, one you quickly identify as Glen. "Before ya' do… think I squeeze in and fuck that pretty pussy of yours, dove?"

Surprise overtakes your features, your mouth gaping at the idea. You've just about slutted yourself out to the whole band, and with Ramone behind you, who doesn't seem keen on waiting to share you. Meaning…

"A-At the same time?" you squeak, raising your eyebrows in shock, horizontal wrinkles appearing across your forehead. 

"What else?" he shrugs, unperturbed by your shock or thinly veiled hesitation. It's not that you're opposed to it, just the unknowing and unfamiliarity of such an act has you overthinking every possibility. Your mind works on overdrive, your thinly veiled fear forcing you to swallow the wad of spit congealed in your throat, searching the pattern on the couch for an answer. "We'll go slow," he adds, sensing your anxiety. "If it's too much, we can stop."

Well, when you put it like that…

"Slow," you establish, glancing up at him for confirmation. 

His lips twitch in the ghost of a smile. "That's my girl."

You release the breath you didn't know you were holding, the praise like a warm, bubbly consistency to provoke a specific neurological response while he unbuckles his belt, the sound of metal clinking filling the buzzing silence.

"Upsy-daisy now, let's ge' ya' in a more comfortable position." Ramone doesn't protest when Glen helps you out of your precarious position, standing by when your wobbly legs threaten to give out on you. He lies on the couch first, guiding you by your hips until you're settled on top of him, your head nestled in the crook of his warm neck. Ramone follows behind, kneeling on the cushions with his dick in hand, stroking himself while Glen guides the tip of his own flushed head to your dripping entrance. His thickness pops through with barely any resistance, and you both moan in unison.

The feeling of being crowded to the brim again is more familiar than you would have ever thought. Glen starts without inhibition, grabbing your bent legs and tugging them further upwards to spread out your sensitive cunt. Your nose nudges his collarbone, crying out with each rotation of his hips, his shirt bunching around your fingers. It doesn't stop there when Ramone prods your asshole once more, and you gasp, unconsciously clenching hard around them both. You've been full before, first crammed with dick meat by Hobie, then Calem, and now Glen, yet this is entirely new. 

"Ready?" he asks once more, and this time you're more unsure than before. If you had trouble taking one, how were two supposed to fit? Still, your reply gives away the lingering anxiety about exploring something new. "As I'll ever be."

"I'll go slow," he reminds you, watching your head bounce in a yes, your thoughts too scattered to form a verbal reply. Carefully, he unhurriedly pops through the ring of tight muscle, the lube he generously applied, making it easy to ease himself through your previously virgin hole. "Gorgeous fuckin ass. She's just strangling me, is that it?" Being referred to by your sex shouldn't make the apex of your thighs ache like it does or a whimper to escape your parted lips so easily. The stretch is overwhelming, so much so you forget to breathe until your lungs scream and you're panting indignantly.

"Breathe," he urges, a palm settling over your back while you get accustomed to the burn and fullness like no other. You gasp, tears pricking your eyes at the unfathomable stretch. You can feel every twitch and throb, every vein and pulse shooting up his cockhead to mix his pre with lube. His lip is tucked between his teeth the longer he waits for you to get used to the sensation, your stuttering breaths evening out into a normal rhythm.

"I'm goin' 'o move now." He announces, and his pelvis slams into your ass the next second. You're propelled forward, sliding up Glen's body as Ramone sets a brutal and unforgiving tempo. Ramone's dog tags clink above you with every impale, and the sound of skin slapping rings in your ears, filthy in every way possible, especially when Glen thrusts gather speed again. 

There's a threshold you must have crossed, some otherworldly body taking hold of every sense and multiplying it times ten. It's inexplicable, the fullness, the weight of their cocks, and the synchronicity they move with that you were sure would be impossible to feel. But now, experiencing such a thing, having your brain turn to mush, and any form of self-preservation literally fucked out of you. You're unsure if you could ever come down from the high or even want to. 

"Fillin' ya up so good, ya can barely think." Ramone grunts, spreading your cheeks to get a better look. He leans forward and spits directly on his moving cock, saliva joining the profane mixture. You're zoned out, perfectly content to let them use you as they please. 

"Fuckin' trippy to feel you while I'm dickin' 'er down," Glen notes, grabbing fist fulls of your thigh. "Bet if it's weird for me, you're probably goin' mental, dove. Ain't that it?" 

Shaking your head is the best response you can think of, weakly moving your hips back and forth while moaning into his skin. Glen's cock shoves and scrapes at your inner walls; already raw from your first encounter, you'll be marked with bruises for days. Although, guessing by the people around you, you're sure they won't mind. 

"Yeah, you like tha'? Like my mates using you like a fuckin' toy?" Hobie interjects, his voice whipping your head to meet his hungry gaze. His dark pupils have been engulfed by the black of his irises, dewy skin glowing under the yellow fluorescent lights. The sight alone is filthy, his hand rapidly jerking at length, emitting a wet sound from the copious amount of precum.

The action is similar to those behind him: Calem and Sid, who do the same. You catch the moment Sid notices your gaze because he swipes his hand over the tip and arches beautifully in his rapture. They're all watching you like a prize to be had, Hobie most of all, whose movements are fast and sloppy, and you can't take your eyes off it. 

"So good," you slur, so far removed from any thought process to give an intelligent response. You hope those two words will encapsulate what your scrambled mind can't.

"I be'… you're bein' fucked better than most whores." Grabbing your chin, he focuses your previously unfocused eyes on him. "Where's your manners, luv?"

"Thank you," you sob, your eyelids squeezing shut to relieve the burn behind them, but it's too late, and you're crying for the second time tonight. With makeup surely ruined and your appearance messy and unkempt, you have no modesty left to lose. That luxury has been stripped away from you like the clothes now lying in a crumpled mess. 

"Not to me." He clicks his tongue in annoyance. "To my mates makin' sure you won't be able to walk out of 'ere."

Forcing your neck back, you stare at the upside-down image of Ramone, sweaty and crumpled features finding yours. 

"Thank– you." A hiccup interrupts you, but he shrugs it off, taking it in stride. 

"My pleasure." His behavior is playful, merging with something wicked that captures his bright and alive facial features, gleaming with a lust for life. 

"Now him. The bloke makin' sure your insatiable pussy is stuffed." Your head is thrown forward, staring uncomfortably close into the eyes of Glen, but before you can express your gratitude, he says, "I know." And kisses you.

His lips are soft, experienced, and filled with a hunger he chases with his tongue. You long for it, the raw feeling and taste of another, the emotions spilled in the simple touch of your lips, yet you're ripped away by Hobie manhandling your hair. 

"Ah, ah, ah," he tuts disapprovingly, pulling and twisting your swollen nipple roughly. Yelping in pain, his vision hardened, fixed on the space you and Glen were in. "I didn't say ya could do that." 

"'M sorry," Tears slip freely down your face, the vulnerable head state you seem to have fallen into, making you more susceptible to insecurity. The rational part of your mind is baffled by the meekness that has come forth, the apologies and insecurity you've never embodied before now dictating your actions, and maybe if you had reached this type of submissiveness before, you would recognize it or the jealousy steaming off Hobie in waves in anger.

Alas, you don't, but Hobie does, and he softens, rubbing circles along the back of your neck. "Awww, so cum drunk, all you can do is babble, huh?"

He nods his head along with what he's saying before adding, "I bet." Hobie steps back to his spot, fingers finding his cock with ease. Jerking in sharp bursts from the force of their thrusts, the side of your face presses into Glen's chest, short punctures of moans and whines escaping. Being fucked by just Glen was one thing, but having two at once was another. The fullness you feel is borderline painful. 

Hobie fucks his fist with even more vigor, pushing the limits of his own body by staving off another orgasm, determined to reach the edge with you. 

Their dicks push out parts of your belly, the faint outline of them showing through your skin in a lecherous way. Strings of slimy release break and connect you to them through every pull-out and thrust back in. Your full-on crying, the pressure, the stimulation borderline too much heaved a choked-out breath from you.

"'s too much, too much," you sob, clinging to Glen like a lifeline while Ramone pumps into your gummy sensitive spots like he owns the part of your body, determined to show you that no one can do it better than him. 

"Givin' it to ya so good, your fuckin' cryin' on i', Jesus," he hisses, grabbing a handful of your ass and squeezing it roughly. Each of them jackhammered into your holes like their life depended on it, adding to the lewd symphony they were orchestrating in the snap of their hips, pelvis against pelvis, a chase for the impeding edge you're dangling off of. 

"Gonna cum, gonna cum, gonna cum," Glen chants like a mantra, his vision tunneling on making you both taste sweet release. Ramone wasn't any better while you writhed underneath him, the stimulation of his mushroom tip brushing previously untouched areas proving a greater reward than you could have imagined. 

"Where?" Ramone growls, breaking you from your trance, and for the first time, you notice a phantom sensation in your throat, as if their thrusts reached your lungs, violating you from the inside out. You can feel them everywhere, the places they reach, yet you crave more of the fullness, needing everything they can give you like nothing before. You're not sure how you do it, but amidst the haze, you sob a ruined cry of "Inside," and it's all either of them needs. 

All at once, Glen's sticky body stutters, sheathing himself entirely inside, chest Heaving as bursts of his seed fill you with a filthy moan. His mouth parts in a silent cry, broken sounds of pleasure auditable through the ringing in your ears and the obscene sounds that follow your apex. You can feel Ramones eyes watching your creamy entrance spit out bits of Glen’s cum and finish inside you at the pace of an erratic animal. His absurd amount of spend is plugged into your contracting, velvety walls.

Soreness fills your joints with lead, resigning yourself to lay on him while you regain your lost oxygen. You lose yourself in the aftershocks, the feeling in your limbs slowly coming back while Ramone pulls out. 

"There ya go, atta girl, good girl. You did so well for us, gave us the night of our lives." Glen cooes, and Ramone returns with a rag to clean you up, his deliberate movements making sure to clean any traces of his cum painted on your face, along with the mess between your thighs. 

Wearily, you find Hobie's gaze and drop your sight to his hand, covered in a drippy white substance. He seems almost embarrassed as he cleans himself up with a handkerchief, refusing to meet your eye until he tucks himself back into his jeans. You glance at him for a moment longer, intent on deciphering his behavior before you take in the rest of the room, the mystery of Hobie lost on you. 

The yellow-tinted lights cast a sheen around the room, the faint thump of the bass from the stage reverberating through the poster-stained walls. Old recliners and bean bags surround the couch, and a coffee table overflowing with belongings like weed that hangs in the air like smoke. The lived-in feeling it brings is not lost on you or the familiarity of which they share it. 

"Good as new," Ramone proudly announces, kissing the top of your head and patting your back. Somehow you manage to stand and pull your clothes on despite the boos he receives from Sid. You dare to examine the splotchy bruises starting to take shape around your hips, between your thighs, and decorating your chest. However, the band is happy to shower you with praises and compliments, all in a somewhat smug mood after seeing their impact on your body. Not that you mind it. You like knowing you matter, at least to these people. 

Each of them begins to find some contraband to help themselves to while making it abundantly clear you are welcome back anytime. It's meant to be reassuring, but it doesn't explain how it soothes a deep ache inside you, a quell to the torn voice picking apart everything about yourself. Going through the motions in a haze, you're having trouble registering what had just occurred.

You enjoyed it, but now you're left, a hollow and empty shell doused in dry sweat and bruises, and you don't know how you're supposed to feel. The post-orgasmic high has worn off, leaving you detached from your body in an odd separated state. Refusing to cry over these conflicting emotions, you thank them, though they seem more keen on thanking you. 

Ramone doesn't seem bothered by how you subtly grasp his arm to support your unsteady legs. Hobie was right. You can barely stand without feeling the ache they all left behind. You awkwardly manage your way to the door, saying the last of your goodbyes before coming face to face with the man who started it all. 

"Um, thank you." Lip caught between your teeth, and you tried formulating some makeshift plan. The tension lingers, the unasked question of what's next hanging in the air like a dark cloud. What was supposed to be a one-time thing, sex with an attractive band member, had spiraled into something uncontrollable and unpredictable in mere minutes.

The attraction still hovers in the space between you. Despite everything, you still wanted him the moment he stepped on stage, and while you thought you knew even a fraction of what was racing around his busy mind, his behavior and motives remain an unsolved clue. He's unlike anyone you've ever met before, and you long to assemble the pieces and figure out who he is under all the makeup, piercings, and rockstar persona. And the longer you stand here, the more the opportunity slips away. Hobie notices the tension in your shoulders and places his hand over it, lip piercing and stretching with his mouth.

"You're 'he one who did all 'he work. No need to thank me." He grins, his hands cupping your face to keep you from looking away in the embarrassment burning your cheeks. 

"I'm not…" You start, and you're about to dismiss your line of thought; so sure, he wouldn't want to hear it, but his fingers apply a bit more pressure to egg you on. "I didn't really do anything. Just glad I was worth your time, is all."

He doesn't take your shrug well, the slope of your frown, or your sagging posture because his expression loses its laid-back demeanor and goes cold. "You always were." 

His lips collide with yours hard, devouring you, your taste, every curve that forms the smile he loves so intensely. You reciprocate, trying to replicate the same passion you feel for him in the messy mesh of your mouths feeding off each other's reactions, but he pulls away, panting and wild before going back in before you can even catch your breath. 

This is what you were missing, you think. All this time, you two fit together easily, and a feeling you quickly ignore rises to your chest the longer you indulge in this. You know Hobie doesn't want more than sex, more than just one night, doesn't want you the same way you find yourself needing him. You can't expect more when there is none, but that doesn't matter right now. 

His tongue flickers against your mouth in an invitation, pushing past your lips greedily when you whine into the spontaneous make-out session neither of you can get enough of. His wet muscle explores your mouth, dancing with your tongue in a way that has you melting into him, intoxicated and delirious with the lack of air. 

Soon, however, you're forced to remove yourself when your lungs burn and scream for air. You try not to choke on air as you catch your breath, your head spinning all the while. Your hand smooths down his collarbone, dipping underneath his shirt, and instead of finding thin, a latex sort of material hugs him like a glove.

You frown, tugging a bit of his collar down in one swift movement, revealing red and the edges of a white spider web. Hobie's hand gently encloses yours, and you whip your head up, mouth agape, staring at him with the utmost astonishment. Your fingers tremble and clench harder around the fabric. His behavior, his unreal senses, and his affinity for reading people all fall in the explanation of the conclusion right in front of you. 

TAGLIST: @alicefallsintotherabbithole

Hobie's Spiderman. 

if you've made it this far, this is my official announcement that part 2 of this drabble is in the works and will not be another drabble (it's gonna be a true fivesome unlike this)

[beautiful-songbird]

The Joys of Parenting

Last updated: August 22nd, 2023

Key: fluff-♡ | angst-♤ | tw-♢ | suggestive-♧

Timeline

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OT7

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Water Park Adventures [♡] 1k - The girls take their kids to the newly opened water park.

Seven Roads to Home [♡,♤] 372 - Esme, Nubia, Zelda, Rosaelia, Jasmine, Yuna, and Astrid take a trip around Europe for a month, not just for the sights, but to get to know each other better as a group.

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Entries: 8

Testing the Waters [♡] 1.2k - Jasmine’s best friend, Olivia, needs someone to go with her to Sydney for the BTS concert. Jasmine agrees to go, not knowing who any of the guys are. That is, until she realizes something.

White Christmas [♡] 1.5k - Jin and Jasmine spend their first Christmas together since high school, and Jasmine is excited to see snow on Christmas for the first time ever.

A Distant Proposal [♡,♤] 1.6k - A surprise visit from a man Jasmine thought was long gone from her life sends her emotions spiraling, and Jin makes an announcement a little too soon.

The Dream Wedding [♡] 3.1k - The day that Jin and Jasmine have dreamed of for years is finally here, and it's just as magical as they expected it to be.

A Simple Man [♡] 1.3k - Jasmine is thrilled to finally have the life of her dreams, and she and Jin reminisce on the past

Taking the Stage [♡] 0.9k - Jin and Jasmine bring Namu to one of the concerts, and Namu decides it's his time to shine.

Detangled and Steaky [♡] 0.8k - Jasmine wakes up on Valentine’s Day to realize she forgot to fix her son’s hair the night before.

Saturday Shopping [♡] 0.8k - Jin’s two youngest have gotten into an argument over the TV, and Jin decides the way to remedy it is a shopping trip and some time in the kitchen together.

Meet the characters

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Entries: 12

Headed to Floor Nine [♡,♤] 1k- Yoongi’s had a long week in New York with the UN, but what happens when he gets stuck in an elevator with a stranger?

Dresses Go Best With Sneakers [♡] 1.3k - Yoongi and Rosaelia are finally getting a chance to spend time together, but they have to get crafty with disguises so they won't be recognized.

The Ambience of Rain [♡,♧] 1.4k - Yoongi and Rosaelia finally get a night alone in her apartment after making their relationship official.

I Miss You [♡,♤] 0.7k - Yoongi gets a call from his drunk girlfriend who has to tell him she misses him.

Who Are You Attracted To? [♡,♤] 1k - Mutually drunk, Yoongi and Rosaelia finally talk about their sexualities.

Not a Replacement [♤/♡/♢] 3.5k - After the death of their first baby, Yoongi and Rosaelia don't plan to try again. That is, until one of their friends offers to carry their baby for them. This doesn't stop Rosaelia from worrying about the outcome, though.

The Benefits of Co-Sleeping [♡] 0.4k - Yoongi is tired of waking up in the middle of the night to his daughter crying, so he decides to keep her in his bed at night.

A Day Out with Appa [♡] 1k - Yoongi takes on his daddy duties to keep Isabella occupied in New York City. There’s nothing like a day with his little girl.

A Rainy Movie Day [♡] 0.8k - Yoongi and Isabella have a fun day together while Rosaelia is at work.

Valentine Baby [♡] 0.6k - Yoongi and Rosaelia welcome their newborn the night before Valentine’s Day.

Friday Fears [♡] 1k - Yoongi’s hyper daughter, Isabella, wants nothing more than to model for her mother’s clothing line.

The Trials of a Jealous Heart [♡,♤] 1.6k - Yoongi’s daughter, Isabella, is feeling jealous of her best friend, Hyeon. When she doesn’t deal with it in the right way, will her friendship be lost forever?

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Entries: 7

Operation: Get Hobi a Girlfriend / Pt. 2 [♡,♤] 2.3k - Hobi had a run-in with a girl in the hallway before their performance. He makes it his goal to find her again.

Moonboat [♡] 1.2k - Hobi takes Yuna to Lotte World for a date.

Trust the News [♡] 1.3k - Hybe is in shambles after Hobi and Yuna’s relationship gets leaked, but Yuna isn’t as worried as she should be.

A Kiss Under the Moon [♡] 1.8k - Yuna plans a special early birthday celebration for Hobi, and perhaps she has more than one surprise in store for him.

The Valentine Scrapbook [♡] 1.3k - Yuna and the girls join Hobi for Valentine’s Day lunch, and they present him with a gift that will keep giving for years to come.

Thursday Training [♡] 1k - Hobi’s second daughter, Haeju, is very interested in becoming a trainee, so he takes her to the studio to show her the real life of a trainee.

A Charitable Christmas Eve [♡] 1.1k - Hobi throws a charity event for Christmas with the help of his four older kids.

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Entries: 7

The Diner Down the Street [♡,♤] 1k - Esme is intrigued by the man who frequents the diner she works at. Maybe dating him wouldn't be so bad.

Valentine - The King of Heartbreak [♤,♡] 0.9k - Esme and Namjoon get to spend Valentine’s Day together, but it doesn’t go entirely as planned.

One More Chance [♡,♤] 1k - Namjoon is dreading their trip to England, as it reminds him of his ex-girlfriend. But the last thing he expected was to run into her.

Wedding Kisses [♡] 1.6k - Namjoon and Esme are finally tying the knot, but Esme has no maid of honor. It seems her sister got the memo.

Wednesday Whining [♡] 1k - Namjoon’s two oldest daughters are fighting again, so he decides an afternoon with his girls is needed.

Skateboarding Mishaps [♡] 0.7k - Beatrix wants to go skateboarding, and Esme insists Elise escort her sister. The trip doesn’t go entirely as planned.

January Sky [♡] 1k - The Kim girls spend the day together as they wait to meet their little brother.

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Entries: 8

Something’s Fishy / Pt. 2 [♡,♤] 3.5k - Nubia’s best friend, Eva, sets her up on a date. When her date stands her up, a catastrophe happens and a stranger pays for her meal. Turns out, insisting on paying him back would have more consequences than she thought.

A Karaoke Kiss [♡] 1.5k - Jimin invites Nubia out for a day on the town, but the last thing Nubia expected was to realize she was in love with him.

The Taste of Home [♡] 1.6k - Nubia finds herself distraught as she realizes the people she once considered friends were not really her friends, but thankfully, a group of real friends is there to help lift her up.

Snowy Cat Café [♡] 1k - Jimin and Nubia go on a date to the cat café.

Red-Stained Hands [♡] 4k - Nubia, despite once dreading her wedding day, finds much joy in the days leading up to her wedding and even the entire day itself.

A Tiny Bundle [♡] 0.5k - Baby Eunseo is born, and her older brother, Donam, is curious about the new baby.

Chocolate and Roses [♡] 0.5k - Nubia takes Donam and Eunseo Valentine’s Day shopping.

Tuesday Tears [♡] 1.1k - Nubia is exhausted taking care of a newborn by herself, so Jimin stays home for a day to take care of their baby.

Ummi and the Babies [♡] 0.9k - Nubia spends a day with her two youngest children.

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Entries: 30

I Think I Could Love You [♡,♤] 1.6k - Tae goes on a search after a girl catches his eye at an award show. Little does he know, finding her will be a bit easier than he thought.

A Long, Long Dream [♡,♤] 3.2k - Zelda's life has been flipped upside down all because of one man at an award show, but maybe this is some sort of elaborate dream, because there's no way the pieces could fall into place this easily.

First Time Tears [♡] 1k - Tae is excited to finally get an afternoon with his girlfriend, but when he finds her in tears, he's unsure what to do.

Your Touch [♡] 1.1k - Hugs are usually unenjoyable for Zelda, but this one isn’t.

A Birthday Wish [♤,♡] 3.1k - Tae takes Zelda to her hometown for her birthday, but angst ensues when an old friend of Zelda's stirs the water.

Chicago Dreams [♡,♤] 0.7k - When Tae gets a call at 4 am, the last thing he expects it to be is his girlfriend calling to tell him that their relationship has been discovered by the press.

A Boyfriend for Christmas [♡] 1.3k - Zelda goes home for the holidays with the anticipation of Tae being there too. But when his schedule gets rearranged, their plans take a turn for the worse.

A Room for Two [♡] 1.5k - Tae and Zelda spend a night in Las Vegas together, and maybe having separate hotel rooms is overrated.

Shades of Pink and Purple [♡,♧] 1.2k - Zelda wakes up in Tae’s hotel room after accidentally falling asleep there; fluff ensues.

A Modeling Break [♡] 1.3k - Tae and Zelda spend a few nights in Paris together for Paris Fashion Week; flirting ensues.

Stupid, Crazy in Love with You [♤,♡] 4.1k - When Zelda realizes just how much fame marrying Tae will come with, she decides they need to take a break.

Wedding Day Worries [♡] 0.9k - Early mornings aren’t Zelda’s thing, but that won’t stop her from having the best wedding day ever.

Where's My Razor? [♡] 0.7k - Tae and Zelda spend an afternoon in their hotel, teasing each other on what they'll do for the rest of their honeymoon.

Smoke and Mirrors [♤,♡,♧] 2.3k - Tae and Zelda have a long overdue conversation after she finds him smoking.

Losing the Nerve [♡] 1.2k - Zelda is reflecting on insults she got during her time practicing to be a model. Tae notices.

Pretty Girl [♡,♤,♧] 2.8k - Zelda's stuggling with liking herself again, and Tae makes it his personal mission to make her feel better. Cue twenty minutes of him just loving on her.

Pampered and Jet Lagged [♡] 0.7k - Tae gets home from work after a long day to find that his wife has prepared a night of pampering for him.

Hello There, Little One [♡] 0.6k - Tae enjoys a few moments with his infant son.

Sweet Sleep [♡] 0.8k - Tae comes home from work to find his wife in tears and his two-month-old wailing. Can he help them both get the rest they need?

Sleep, Love [♡] 0.5k - Tae and Zelda settle into bed after a long day and coo over their sleeping four-month-old.

Don't You Love the Rain? [♡] 1.7k - The Kims take a trip to California to see Zelda's family, and Zelda and Zoro enjoy some time together in the rain.

Patsa and Bed [♡] 1k - Zelda must take a stealth mission to the convenience store. Will she make it without getting caught by paparazzi?

Ice It [♡] 1.2k - Zoro is teething, and his parents can’t figure out what to do to make him feel better.

Big Brother [♡] 1k - As Tae and Zelda greet their new arrival, there's a little boy who's even more excited than they are to meet the new baby.

Crunchy Dumplings [♡] 0.7k - With a new baby in the house, Tae and Zelda's parents both come for a visit. However, troubles occur when Hyeon's dumplings are cooked differently than she's used to.

Little Memories [♡] 1.6k - Zoro is the sun in Hyeon's sky. But when his smile disappears, she'll do anything to bring it back.

Happy Vaeetilnn Days [♡] 0.7k - Tae leaves a Valentine’s Day message for Zelda and the kids.

Bedtime Blues [♡] 1.9k - Tae and Zelda have quite the night taking care of their three youngest kids.

Monday Madness [♡] 1.4k - It’s Monday morning, and as always, it’s a bit crazy in the Kim household.

Welcome Home [♡/♤/♢] 2.7k - Zelda and Tae have wanted to adopt for years, but the timing never seemed right. That is until one day, Zelda’s niece, Luna, calls her with a request.

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Entries: 8

Spill the Coffee [♡] 1k - Astrid spills her coffee all over a guy while rushing out of the cafe. Little does she know, he’s not any ordinary guy.

An Unlikely Date [♡] 1.1k - Astrid is greeted by a mysterious guy in her bakery one morning, but he's not as mysterious as she thought he was.

Can You Keep a Secret? [♡] 3k - Astrid hasn't had time to work on any music lately because of her busy life, but when she returns, she finds a message from one of her biggest fans, and their conversation sparks a collaboration between the two of them.

Gelato and Long Bread [♡] 0.5k - The Jeons take a Valentine’s Day trip to the Eiffel Tower.

Double Trouble [♡] 1k - Jungkook comes home early from work to find his two nine-month-olds cranky from teething and his wife beyond exhausted.

Sunday Swimmers [♡] 1.2k - Sunday is relaxation day for the Jeons, but Jiwoo would rather go swimming than watch a game of soccer with his dad and sisters.

Mud Pies [♡] 0.6k - Jungkook spends an evening with his two daughters.

A Special Layer Cake [♡] 0.7k - Jungkook and Astrid throw their third gender reveal party, but their announcement has more than one surprise.

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The Kids’ Stories

The Strings of My Heart [♡,♤] 91.8k - Zoro’s moved to sunny California for college to escape from the life of fame for a little while. But when he loses his violin case in the second week of school, he’s sure his college experience has just gone up in flames. What will he do when, despite all odds, his case is returned to him?

All the Colors of my Heart [♡,♤] 1.6k - Bora and Bada take on middle school with the help of their closest friends, Jinsu and Dal. But middle school turns out to be more dramatic than their older brother had once told them.

[behind-the-screen-of-bangtan]

Jack In The Box

Release date: 15 July 2022

Official page

Teaser, Visual Teaser, Teaser Photo 2

Tracklist

Episode of the album cover shoot sketch

Naver post with behind pictures

Stories on BTS’ Instagram

j-hope’s Instagram posts: Open a box, listening party

Check out what's in Jack In The Box (VLive, now reposted on Weverse) (Instagram post)

Album interview

Official Youtube playlist

Merch

[IU's Palette] j-hope In The Palette (With j-hope) Ep.14

Bangtan bomb:

j-hope 'Jack In The Box' Listening Party Event Sketch (W Korea pictures: part 1, part 2, part 3)

Oufits and accessories: suit for the cover from Tailorable, suit for the live from Tailorable

According to a press release, the album show “j-hope’s aspirations to break the mold and grow further. The album represents j-hope’s own musical personality and vision as an artist.“ (src)

People noticed that there is a jack in the box on the cover of Blue Side (cr. #1, #2, #3).

The cover was made in collaboration with KAWS. Hobi posted about it on his Instagram, here.

j-hope performed some tracks of this album as well as others of his solo songs during the 2022 edition of the Lollapalooza festival (Todays’ Bangtan tweet, Naver post, Weverse Magazine article). Videos of the performance are available in the official Youtube playlist for Jack In The Box. Jimin came to support hobi for this big performance (Instagram post).

Tracklist

You can find an introduction of each song, in Korean, here.

Intro

Lyrics

Visualizer

Pandora’s box

Lyrics

Doolsetbangtan’s translation and notes

Visualizer

In episode 4 of the Bring The Soul documentary, j-hope explained the origin of his stage name, that’s partly inspired by the myth. There’s also a nod to it in his verse from “Wishing on a star” Korean version (cr.).

MORE

Lyrics

Doolsetbangtan’s translation and notes

Colin’s notes and translation

Producer: Basstracks

@notoriousknj noticed the mixing gives the impression j-hope is in a box while the listener is outside

STOP (세상에 나쁜 사람은 없다) (there are no bad people in the world)

Lyrics

Doolsetbangtan’s translation and notes

Visualizer

The title is probably a reference to a book by Won Jaehun, mentioned by j-hope during his birthday vlive in 2021 (src)

= (Equal Sign)

Lyrics

Doolsetbangtan’s translation and notes

Visualizer

Producer: Scoop Deville

Music Box : Reflection

Visualizer

What if...

Lyrics

Doolsetbangtan’s translation and notes

Visualizer

Safety Zone

Lyrics

Doolsetbangtan’s translation and notes

Visualizer

Future

Lyrics

Doolsetbangtan’s translation and notes

Visualizer

방화 (Arson)

Lyrics

Doolsetbangtan’s translation and notes

Visualizer

MORE

Release date: 1 July 2022

Announcement

Concept Photo 1, Concept Photo 2

Themed Graphic Video

Episode

MV Photo Sketch

j-hope’s Instagram posts: MORE ?, Concept Photo 1, Concept Photo 2, #4, #shoutout, I got MORE

Outfits and accessories: elements identified by Bangtan Style, tweets from BangtanStyling, 99PERCENTIS’ Instagram post (#1, #2)

@jungkswift found parallels between the MV and the movie Fight Club.

The office set appears to be filled with document templates such as this one:

Another one seems to be referencing a police station (cr.)

There are several details in the Concept Photo 2. On the garage set, there’s a poster with “Help me discover my inner piece” written on it.

The radio cassette in the background is a rare model that was sold in Korea under the name 대호, meaning a loud cry (src). It has a lot of words written on it, including:

Cool here

Rad

Look Look

CRP

1Team

14

Crazy

Steam it

Over over

Allow me to spin

RD

FM AM

Mob. Molo**

Mess!!

D.O.C

Temp

Steady steady

In front of the radio cassette, there’s a can of umber Cansol paint. Despite the name, it’s from Matsuda, a Japanese company selling paint.

V makes a cameo in the MV at 2:17, like he did in “Daydream” MV.

방화 (Arson)

Release date: 15 July 2022

Concept Photo 1, Concept Photo 2

Teaser

Themed Graphic Video

Episode

MV Photo Sketch

Other version: Arson (Rock ver.)

j-hope’s Instagram posts: Burn and Done, I burned it all, concept photo 1, concept photo 2, #5, post from the official Instagram account, 

Outfits and accessories: custom handmade combinaison by 99percentis (Instagram #1, #2, #3)

The MV was filmed at the Yi sun-sun Bridge Pier in Gwangyang (cr.).

The signboards show different nods to j-hope:

Done: in reference to the lyrics

Uarmyhope 94: hobi’s Instagram profile and his birth year

Hope

Neuron, the crew in which j-hope was before debuting as BTS, made a choreography for the song (post #1, #2, video) and posted it on hobi’s birthday.

j-hope IN THE BOX

Teaser Poster

Official Photo 1

Teaser Trailer

Main Poster

Official Photo 2

Main Trailer

Videos on Disney+ Youtube channel

Highlight: j-hope's daily life

Commentary (trailer)

NME: “Five things we learned from ‘J-hope In The Box’, the new documentary about the BTS star”

Jack In The Box (HOPE Edition)

Release date: 18 August 2023

Official page

Announcement

Album details

Concept photo

3D Animation Film

Jacket Photo Sketch

Episode of the Jacket Shoot Sketch

Unboxing Video with: RM, SUGA, Jimin, V, Jung Kook

Thanks to (eng)

Outfits and accessories

A special album to commemorate Jack In The Box’s first anniversary, in physical form this time. It features new pictures and live versions of songs from j-hope’s performance at Lollapalooza.

As people noticed thanks to the files’ metadata, the concept photo for this version was probably made at the same time as the pictures for the original album.

Promotion

Press conference

Weverse Magazine: “Human, j-hope, a review of ‘Jack In The Box’”

Weverse Magazine: “Here’s how j-hope pays respect to hip hop”

Rolling Stones: “‘J-Hope Isn’t Limited to Bright Things’: The BTS Star Breaks Down His Full-Length Solo Debut”

NME: “J-Hope – ‘Jack in The Box’ review: bright BTS rapper delves into darkness on sublime solo album”

Consequence: “j-hope Is Stepping Outside the Box ” (interview)

Consequence: “With Jack in the Box, j-hope Isn’t Afraid to Embrace the Darkness”

TeenVogue: “J-Hope’s “Jack in the Box” Explores Fire Grounded in Hope”

MMTG EP.277

[honeyedhoseok]

8th MEMEBR OF BTS

• STAGE NAME: Kim Yvonne (김 이본)

• BIRTH NAME: Park Chanelle

• BIRTHDAY: December 31st, 1995

• HEIGHT: 5"9

• PROFESSION: K-pop Idol

• GROUP: BTS

• LABEL: Big Hit

• POSITION: Lead Vocalist, Visual,Sub-rapper, writer, producer.

• DEBUT DATE: June 13th, 2013

• FACE CLAIM: seunghwibaby on ig

• VOICE CLAIM: Madison Beer+Ariana Grande. Rap voice claim: Lisa (BP)

EXTRA INFO ABOUT KIM YVONNE

• NICKNAMES: vonnie, nellie, baby, Big Hit's princess

• TALENTS: can play drums, electric guitar and piano.

• HIDDEN TALENTS: can hold her breath for 4 minutes, is very felixible, excellent at volleyball and basketball.

• LOVE LIFE: is currently single, has 4 exes.

• SUBLINGS: 1 twin brother, Park Jongin.

• SEXUALITY: she's bisexual

• AESTHETIC: femme fatale

• HER PERSONALITY: she's the sweetest little thing ever. everyone's first impression of her was 'bubbly, adorable and sweet'. she's extremely selfless and is constantly putting others before herself in any situation even if she's at a disadvantage. very smart, a little introverted. can be really quite or really loud, no in-between. can seem cold on the outside but she's the warmest person on the inside. broken gen z humor. clingy baby, loves skinship.

• was diagnosed with ADHD Inattentive was she was 13, anxiety and depression when she was 19.

• is unsecure about her looks

• fake maknae

• has three awards on her solo project

• her voice is on the deep side but she can go really high

• MUSIC GENRE: loves pop, RnB and Trap.

• PETS: two chow chow dogs, Oliver and Sirius Black.

• TATTOOS: A sun and a Cresent on her hand, a cloud on her middle finger and ARMY'S shield on her ring finger, 'kookie'on her wrist, a heart in her palm, and a ⁷ behind her ear

• PIERCINGS: three on each ear, nose piercing.

• SOLO PROJECTS: 'Selenophilia' three singles and 10 songs in total.

'Venus Records' two singles and 9 songs in total

CELEBRITY CRUSHES:

• People Crushing On KYV:

• Jackson Wang (GOT7), Wooyoung and Seonghwa (ATEEZ), GRAY and Jay Park (AOMG), Jennie Kim (BLACKPINK), Chan and Han (STRAY KIDS), KAI (EXO).

• Crushes KYV has:

• Seonghwa (ATEEZ), Wonho, Jay Park, Hwasa (MAMAMOO), Jennie Kim (BLACKPINK), Madison Beer, Yeonjun (TXT).

A GUIDE TO THE SHIPS: withing BTS

VONJOON/RAPVON

• 45% family, 55% romance

• fourth biggest ship in K-pop.

• she's his baby, you can't convince me otherwise.

• she looks up to namjoon alot.

• king and queen of destruction

• writing duo

• calling eachother 'honey' platonically

• too many inside jokes

• can be annoying, because who ever is around them WILL third wheel.

• "BTS and the world third wheeling joon and vonnie for 25 minutes straight" videos

• back massages because carrying the music industry is painful

• they trust eachother so much

• will always spill to eachother about their worries.

• the respect is through the roof

• love for days

• vonjoon/ rapvon stans are either rock hard or soft af

• HUGS

• this man is a giant and the hight difference is just enough for him to scoop her up in his arms and squeeze the life out of her.

• they can carry smart conversations most of the time, but not all the time

• "joon, what's the difference between horses and donkeys?"

• "°_°"

• "deadass"

• wholesome relationship :)

SEOKVON/ VONJIN

• 70% family, 30% romance

• will babie her, he must babie her.

• he's so protective of his wittle vonnie

• is always checking up on her.

• he thinks she's the most precious angel in the world that need to be rocked to sleep and fed every couple of hours.

• gives everyone normal cups, but Yvonne get a sippy cup with sunflower prints on it.

• THEY LOUD AS HELL OH MY GOD

• one can spot their shenanigans from a mile away.

• a lot of "Jin and von being chaotic neutral" for an hour straight videos

• he taught her how to fish

• cooking buddies

• making cookies at 3 in the morning

• crackhead energy that fills up a tank

• will shamelessly stock up tampons and pads for her

• THE LOVE IS CONTAGIOUS

• INFECTIOUS LOVE

• sibling fights for no reason

• seokvon/vonjin stans are the softest ever

• wholesome babies

MINVON/ VONGI

• 65% family, 35% romance

• IS VERY VERY PROTECTIVE OF HER.

• has the biggest soft spot for her

• he's her little meow meow

• they go fishing together (w/ Jin)

• she has the passcode to his studio

• PRODUCER DUO

• the amount of unreleased tracks is insane.

• he pretends he doesn't like her hugs, but in reality he instantly melts in her arms.

• the only person he'll let cuddle him.

• deep convos

• stargazing

• sharing bandanas

• not a lot of skinship

• keeping eachother entertained during award shows

• WIGGLY YOONGI DANCE TOGETHER

• gummy smiles :')

• minvon/vongi stans are soft and well fed

• playing basketball together

• armys making "suga and yvonne being babies" compilation videos

• they're the type of duo who you be in a room doing literally whatever and someone you'd walk in, stare at them and slowing retreat thinking they just walked into some cult activities

• silently take care of eachother

• smallest acts of intimacy

• tiny babies

JUNGVONNIE/VONHOPE/HOVI

• 50% family, 50%romance

• team chaos

• THE ULTIMATE DANCE DUO OH MY GOD

• doing the weirdest things ever without questioning it

• compliments that turn into, "no u, no u, NO I SAID YOU"

• he's secretly her favourite

• yvonne and hobi are basically what its like to mix gummy bears, skittles, rainbow belts and honey. SWEETNESS AND HAPPINESS AND SUNSHINE ALL AROUND UWU

• THE VOLUME IS ASTRONOMICAL

• but like thank god one of them has an iq above 6

• the amount of "hobi and voni being rays of sunshine" for 30 minutes straight videos is insane

• Comfort Inn ™

• CUDDLES

• she will cling to him as if he's the last human alive.

• they're in their own universe almost all the time

• jungvonnie/vonhope/hovi stan are so soft if they see a video of hobi and voni laughing they will cry

• loveliest relationship

TAEVON/ 2V/ VONHYUNG

• 20% family, 80% romance

• third biggest ship in K-pop

• they get a little too hot on stage

• she's his favourite person

• she makes him feel so safe

• the walking memes

• GUCCI EVERYWHERE

• being weird together

• always teamed up in any situation

• DEEP VOICE DUO

• dog parents

• yeontan, Oliver and Sirius are literal siblings

• coffee 'dates'

• actual fashion icons

• king and queen of resting bitch faces

• skinship at its finest

• a new dating rumor every other day it's not even shocking at this point

• they are always taking naps somewhere, can be backstage, can during an award show, can be during practice, doesn't matter. naps.

• they're always there for eachother, mentally and physically.

• "tae and vonnie being adorable for 10 minutes straight" videos

• t r u s t

• are always playing with each others hair

• taevon/2V/vonhyung stans are either hardcore af or soft af

• sweetest relationship

( i can't add a jimin gif due to a limit in submitting)

JIVON/VONMIN/2PARK

• 2% family, 98% romance

• biggest ship in K-pop

• they're always together no matter what

• skinship to the literal max

• holding hands, cheek kisses, cuddling, hugs, sitting on each other's laps, all of it.

• matching hair colours.

• they're either being the tiniest babies together or everyone's OTP, no in between.

• 'power couple' at award shows, matching outfits, dance solos, harmonizing together, they got it.

• all over eachother on stage, as if no one is watching.

• Yvonne 'platonically' calls jimin baby, but he blushes everytime.

• him calling her noona

• they don't give the army the chance to breath, because they are never here to play

• they have the most iconic lines that genuinely sound like fake subs

• que the "jimin and yvonne being a married couple for 20 minutes straight" videos

• they are either really chill or hella energetic

• the jivon/vonmin/2park stans are probably the hardest stans in the fandom.

• sweethearts :')

( I can't add a jungkook gif)

VONKOOK/ JEONVONNIE

• 10% family, 90% romance.

• second biggest ship in K-pop

• golden maknaes

• vocal duo

• "_____ hyung won't scold us"

• they're banana milk addicts

• poutty bunnies

• she's literally kookie's role model

• he always has his head on her shoulder

• they have several matching tattoos (a heart on their palms, he has 'vonnie' on his wrist and she has 'kookie' her wrist, and a '⁷' behind their ears).

• they're always covering songs together

• crackhead energy is through the roof

• they are the chaotic good/evil

• hands all over eachother all the time

• on stage

• during practice

• on vlives

• awards shows, whatever

• fancams of their solo performances always tend to go viral

• whenever they're are in the same room, just know something is going to get spoiled. always.

• king and queen of highnotes

• "jungkook and yvonne being BTS' babies" videos

• they (+tae) are rapline's biggest fans

• the weird drunkies

• they are always eating something, can be ramen, can be an unpeeled banana, you never know.

the vonkook/jeonvonnie stans are the most confused turned on stans ever, but they are quite well fed.

( lmao I hope u liked this)

[sugaxela]

AN ACCIDENTAL FIC REC LIST

So.. I’m a lurker who reads a lot of fics and I get annoyed when I can’t relocate my fave ones. I started making this list of my faves mostly for myself but then figured I’d share it...

I’m Yoongi biased and gravitate towards angst fics so it’s mostly that but there’s fics for every member tossed in here. Some of these are pretty popular so you might have seen a few. 

Also, I realized I need to read more Jin, Jimin, and Hoseok fics so if you have recommendations let me know!

Once again it’s a LOT of angst so I would just like to say... CRYING IS GOOD FOR U.

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KSJ

Start Anew - @gukyi

Seokjin x Reader. Angst. Summary: it’s been five years since you left your hometown, vowing never to return, but a simple invitation to a christmas party and a yearning to know whether or not you’re truly over the heartbreak you left behind has you wondering if, maybe, the christmas spirit and promise of a new beginning can change your mind.

No Limit - @sailorbellewrites

Seokjin x Reader. Fluff. Summary: you and jungkook don’t even look alike. how was seokjin supposed to know you were off limits?

Lovely Little Mess - @guksheart

Seokjin x Reader. Fluff, smut. Summary: telling seokjin of your pregnancy should not be so daunting, but you hide it  as long as you can—at least until you are sitting with him in a bathtub and the secret comes spilling out. 

No Parking - @jungshookz

Seokjin x Reader. Fluff. Summary: “to the asswipe who owns this mini cooper - do you know how to read signs? this is a no-parking zone. no. parking. zone. that means you are not allowed to park in this zone. DO NOT park here.” (also I made up the title bc it doesn’t have one)

MYG

Seasons Change - @taetaesbaebaepsae

Yoongi x Reader. Angst. Summary: Min Yoongi and you, through the seasons, break up and come back together. Nobody said love was easy.

I’ll Float Away - @ppersonna

Yoongi x Reader. Angst. Summary: years after the breakup, yoongi, a successful award-winning rapper with an unhealthy addiction, finds your wedding invite on Facebook.

Memory Lane - @hayjeon

Yoongi x Reader. Fluff. Summary: grumpy husband yoongi au aka lots of fluff (mentions of sex)

Do It Again - @kimnjss

Yoongi x Reader. Angst. Summary: months after deciding to end their three year long relationship, a sex tape hits the internet. fans go wild speculating that rap star, min yoongi and aspiring model, yn are the stars. old feelings arise as the couple try to figure out a way out of this.

Cuddles and Kittycats - @dinoyoongi

Yoongi x Reader. Fluff, angst. Summary: After a night of drinking, you go to Yoongi’s dorm for some quality cuddles. Unfortunately, you’ve forgotten that you are currently giving him the silent treatment.

Overstayed Welcome - @kkaep-jjjang

Yoongi x Reader - Fluff, smut. Summary: Y/N decides to get over her crush by getting under someone else. Sounds fool proof right? Wrong.

Ghosted - @bloomsuga

Yoongi x Reader. SM AU. Summary: your new roommate is everything you could ask for: quiet, never makes messes, a killer dry sense of humor... and oh yeah—he’s dead.

Wildest Moments - @joonbird

Yoongi x Reader. Angst. Summary: “Min Yoongi is forbidden territory. And although you both know better, the two of you just can’t seem to stay apart.”

Romance is Dead - @dinoyoongi

Yoongi x Reader. Angst, fluff. Summary: You try to surprise Yoongi with a night full of romance but he manages to ruin all of your plans.

Fools Rush In - @sailorbellewrites

Yoongi x Reader. Drabble series. Summary: min yoongi, music executive and perpetual bachelor, marries a las vegas stripper he’s only known for six months. chaos ensues.

Pretend - @gimmesumsuga

Yoongi x Reader. Angst. Summary: “You know what they say: the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else, right?” 

Aquiver - @floralseokjin

Yoongi x Reader. Idol AU. Summary: Yoongi can’t remember the last time he was able to successfully bring himself to the point of orgasm, then Namjoon gives him a business card advertising ‘Healing Hands’, and that’s where he meets you; pretty and innocent looking, who gets paid to provide hand jobs for a living…

Hidden Stars - @jungblue

Yoongi x Reader, Jungkook x Reader. Angst. Summary: It started out simple, but when your feelings start to grow for the idol who isn’t allowed to date, things get complicated.

Talk To Me - @btsrpp

Yoongi x Reader. Fluff, angstyish. No summary. But it involves a silent treatment.

No Title - @jungxk

Yoongi x Widow!Reader. Angst. No summary.

JHS

Hobi’s Girl - @v-hope

Hoseok x Reader. SM Au. Summary: after attending a bts concert and very clearly catching one of the members’ attention, you can’t help but get flooded with hate comments once people find your twitter account. who would’ve thought that would be the reason jung hoseok would find his concert girl, too.

Bloom - @jungxk

Hoseok x Reader. Smut. Summary: you’ve always had a crush on hobi and he’s always handled that gently. what he can’t handle is you now, nine years later. 

Blue Side - @minyoongone

Hoseok x Reader. SM AU. Summary: when you get a text from a heartbroken boy who you mistake for your ex

KNJ

Confirm or Deny - @dinoyoongi

Namjoon x Reader. Angst. Summary: You’re a member of the rising group FRNZEE. You’ve been dating Namjoon for years when Dispatch releases an article exposing your relationship. Your company confirms the relationship. Big Hit denies it.

You’ve Got That - @mikrksmos

Namjoon x Reader. Angst. Summary: After making a life-changing decision for your career, you’re unsure of how exactly to bring it up to your boyfriend after your relationship and communication has not really been in sync. Namjoon is ready to take this relationship to the next stage, and he is sure that what he needs to ask you will be the solution to all the problems you have been having. Both know this next move is the right idea, but are unaware of how parallel those ideas really are.

Duck and Cover - @versigny

Namjoon x Reader. Fluff. Summary: There were two things you never dreamed would become your biggest worries with your new job: Kim Namjoon, and that god damn camera.

Inked - @1997jk

Namjoon x Reader. heavy angst, slow burn, soulmate au. (no summary).

Try Me - @jjkfire

Namjoon x Reader. Fluff. Summary: You wanted nothing more than to leave behind your old self when you graduated from high school and moved on to college to play rugby but when you see your high school classmate, resident fuckboy and captain, Kim Namjoon, at the rugby department orientation, you feel like everything might fall apart.

Stitches - @glassbangtan

Namjoon x Reader. Angst. Summary: People always said getting married at a young age was a mistake - could they have been right?

All In - @kookiesjoonies

Namjoon x Reader. SM AU. Summary: you aren’t usually one to give out your number to strangers (let alone customers), but after you start talking to Namjoon and getting to know him, you decide that there’s no way you’re going to let him leave without it. however, he fails to mention that he’s one of the most popular rappers in South Korea. and it just so happens that one of your best friends ends up with an extra ticket to one of his shows. 

PJM

Come Home to Me Darling - @roses-ruby

Jimin x Reader. Angst. Summary: Jimin cheats and you try to make him stay. But whatever you do, it’s never enough.

Attention and Care - @your-daily-biaswrecking

Jimin x Reader. Fluff, angstish. Summary: Jimin must be the only person in the world who complains about his girlfriend not complaining... When Amy doesn't pester him to come home early (like the rest of the members) he starts thinking she might not care for him as much.

Daisies - @silverlightqueen

Jimin x Reader. SM AU. Summary: You’ve had a long-running feud with fellow idol Park Jimin, saving all the anger and bitterness for the yearly award shows and shooting each other a few dirty looks, not bowing when you walk past each other, or just generally throwing shade. After one particularly obvious encounter between the two of you, the fans start to notice, just in time for The Rose Tour!

Doubt - @heartkook

Jimin x Reader. Fluff, angst. Summary: Jimin gets jealous of your relationship with Jungkook, and needs reassuring that he’s the only one you love.

KTH

Of Lace and Lust - @hobidreams

Taehyung x Reader. Smut. Summary: friendship rule number one: don’t imagine how amazing your best friend’s cock would feel inside you. except that’s all you can think about after accidentally discovering taehyung’s kink for panties. specifically, the lacy ones you’re so fond of wearing. 

Queen Cobra - @fantasybangtan

Taehyung x Reader. Gang AU. Summary: when your boss offers the chance to take down the nation’s most lucrative gang from the inside out, you know you’ll do it no matter what the cost… even if that means entering an arranged marriage with the kingpin himself.

See You - @gimmesumsuga

Taehyung x Reader. Smut. Summary: The one where Taehyung notices you at a concert, and can't help but want to see you again.

Who Cares? - @floralseokjin

Taehyung x OC. Angst. Summary: what happens when Taehyung falls for someone who’s already taken? Can he control his feelings or will they take over and render him powerless? In the end is it all her fault or his…?

Color of Your Shirt - @firebettercallnct

Taehyung x Reader. SM AU. Summary: when you're close to your soulmate your shirt changes to their favorite color. yn hates taehyung's favorite color.

JJK

Comfort Inn Ending - @joonbird

Jungkook x Reader. Angst. Summary: “It was you who Jungkook gave his heart to- that is, until the day you broke it. And it is you now, hoping that some faultlines can be repaired, and that some broken hearts can be put back together again.”

After I Left You - @latetaektalk

Jungkook x Reader. Angst. Summary: “when you decided to meet up with taehyung for dinner to reconnect, you didn’t expect to see jungkook, your ex, on a date with his current girlfriend and not to mention, end up fake dating taehyung.”

Rattled - @gukslut

Jungkook x Reader. Genre: Single dad AU, Angst, Healing, E2L, F2L, Smut. (no summary)

Risk It - @kookiesjoonies

Jungkook x Reader. Sm Au. Summary: a drunken text ends with you wrapped up in the arms of your ex-boyfriend. aka the man that you dumped two years prior, after he refused to marry you. suddenly, all of the feelings that you’d seemingly had buried come rushing back up to the surface, and you’re not sure how long you can ignore them.

Damn the Delivery Boy - @deerguk

Jungkook x Reader. Fluff. Summary: Jeon Jeongguk is a computer science major working as a pizza delivery boy, and you are an uninspired published author who has just started an art degree. When you realise that the delivery boy is your old high school crush, he keeps coming back, but with more to offer than just puff pastry and vegetarian supreme. Though little did he know that he would end up giving you something much more that flips both of your worlds completely upside down in the form of two blue lines and nine months.

One Thing Right - @hobios

Jungkook x Reader. Angst, fluff. Summary: desperate to get your ailing mother into the best care possible, you ask your childhood friend turned enemy to marry you for his health insurance benefits. the only problem is it’s illegal. and he’s the sheriff. and you swore to hate him since the day he broke your best friend’s heart.

Hidden Stars - @jungblue

Jungkook x Reader, Yoongi x Reader. Angst. Summary: It started out simple, but when your feelings start to grow for the idol who isn’t allowed to date, things get complicated. 

Tamped - @chimoona

Jungkook x Reader. Smut, fluff. Summary: You and your business partner/best friend Jin have struggled to find good help to run your coffee shop. Employee after employee, it just never worked out. However, Jungkook is determined to impress and deliver. He wants this more than ever, and it always feels good to want something. To need, well, that’s even better.

Strawberry Kisses - @kimnjss

Jungkook x Reader. SM AU. Summary: an online dating app pairs him with the perfect girl. the two quickly start falling for each other and when things are getting good, he finds out she’s his best friend’s little sister.

Crush - @jungxk

Jungkook x Reader. Fluff, light angst. No summary, amnesiac jk.

Look Alive - @jamaisjoons

Jungkook x Reader. Angst. Summary: a year after you and jungkook break up, the two of you meet at your brother’s party.

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I got a lot of these from some fic rec master lists.

Here’s a namjoon angst master list by @bts-ficrecs

Also this bts fic rec list by @platinumjeon

An infidelity list by @hellreads

Fic-Recs by @joonapeach

Top fics compilation by @xjoonchildx

There’s more but I’ll add those when I find them, and I’ll either update this list or make a new one when I have enough new fics.

[jamaiskookie]

first of all, thank you to everyone who participated, and i apologise to anyone who’s recs didn’t come out, i tried my best to include all the asks + messages i got. special thanks to all the incredible authors on this list as well. here’s the full fic rec masterlist for minnie’s fic rec week! enjoy! fic rec tags for specific recs

KIM SEOKJIN

;club zombie by @floralseokjin

✂︎ oneshot 17.1k; smut, angst

Kim Seokjin controls the underground of Seoul. No one would dare cross him. That’s how most of the world goes these days. You wouldn’t want to get on the wrong side of a zombie now, would you? However, you don’t quite see it like that. Spending most nights dancing at the club he owns, you catch his eye. It’s never the wrong side if you’re underneath him, right…?

Foreverland by @jimlingss

✂︎ oneshot [peterpan!AU] 15.2k; fluff, angst

Just because you’re nineteen doesn’t mean you aren’t still a CHILD! So why does everyone want you to grow up so badly?! Is it so wrong to not want to work? To get married?! And for heaven’s sake, you’ll wed anyone but boring Namjoon! Little do you know, a certain fairy boy’s about to grant your wish and whisk you far away from this nightmare.

MIN YOONGI

do it again by @kimnjss 

✂︎ social media series; fluff, angst, smut

months after deciding to end their three year long relationship, a sex tape hits the internet. fans go wild speculating that rap star, min yoongi and aspiring model, yn are the stars. old feelings arise as the couple try to figure out a way out of this.

Punch Drunk by @joonbird

✂︎ oneshot,soon to be series 33k; angst, smut

Min Yoongi talks with his fists, and the only language he knows is one of anger and pain. He’s damaged, untouchable, a boxing underdog with something to prove. You are the sister of Yoongi’s rival - Jeon Jungkook, the number one elite boxer in your prefecture - and as Yoongi soon discovers, you are also his one and only weakness.

JUNG HOSEOK

Just Practice by @lamourche

✂︎ oneshot 12.5k; smut, fluff

The second time you hook up with Jung Hoseok, he doesn’t remember the first time.  You’re surprised.  It was only a few weeks ago, and you were in a broom closet. That has to be different, right? (Well, not really, you’ll learn.)

Hobi’s Girl by @v-hope

✂︎ social media series; fluff, crack, angst

after attending a bts concert and very clearly catching one of the members’ attention, you can’t help but get flooded with hate comments once people find your twitter account. who would’ve thought that would be the reason jung hoseok would find his concert girl, too.

KIM NAMJOON

the interpretation of dreams by @ppersonna 

✂︎ oneshot 13.8k; smut, fluff

he’s the man of your dreams, the an you’ve spent over 6 years pining over.  and he’s also your Ph.D. mentor and in charge of your very future.

Anonymous by @bloomsuga​

✂︎ social media series; fluff, crack, smut, angst

searching for inspiration, a chart-topping rapper who keeps his identity hidden from the public, going by the stage name RM, stumbles upon you singing in a coffee shop and finds his new muse in your voice. he makes you an offer to collab with one catch: you can’t see his face.

PARK JIMIN

balletteacher!jiminiverse by @jungshookz

✂︎ drabble 3.6k; fluff

“and take those goddamn leg warmers off.”

Into The Wilderness by @gukyi

✂︎ oneshot 27k; angst, fluff, comedy

alright, so last summer’s camp was… disastrous. from the murky green showers to the wasps nests, it was all-around a bad time. but none of those things could be quite as catastrophic as the end-of-camp counselor campfire, when you told park jimin that you were in love with him. and if telling him was terrible, then seeing him again this summer, one year after your fruitless confession, just might be the death of you.

honey, i’m home by @yoongs-jeontae​ 

✂︎ written series; strangers to lovers, fluff, smut

a strange man enters your apartment unbeknownst to you. although your introduction was unconventional, you grow fond of one another and your relationship develops.

KIM TAEHYUNG

The Holi-Date by @kpopfanfictrash 

✂︎ oneshot 40.5k; fluff, smut, angst

When your ex-boyfriend becomes engaged to his new girlfriend at your annual Holiday party, you admittedly are not in the best place. Which explains why you down six shots of alcohol, enthusiastically drop it low on the dance floor and – oh, yeah – tell everyone you are also dating someone. The only problem? You are obviously not. Good thing your neighbor happens to be cute and in need of a ride to work every morning.

the point of no return by @illneverrecover

✂︎ oneshot 10.8k; fluff, humour, smut

Just when your evening out has gone to complete shit, you stumble - quite literally - into the cutest man walking the cutest dog, who manages to turn it all around. Or, alternatively - how drunkenly losing your debit card on your quest for nachos lands you the best lay of your life.

JEON JUNGKOOK

reverse by @softjeonggoo

✂︎ social media series; fluff, crack

you’re a rising idol has probably the rowdiest, crackheaded fanbase. what happens when you stumble across a cute fanboy’s twitter account?

the coffee shop contract by @gukyi

✂︎ oneshot 18k; fluff

apparently, having an instagram profile with a different girl in every picture is reason enough for your friends to strike up a deal where they’ll pay you to have a relationship. well, jeon jungkook’s no good at relationships, but a fake relationship isn’t a real relationship. is it?

(my own) masterlist // asks

[thoughts-on-bangtan]

This is gonna sound dumb. I'm a JKer, but Vmin is making my head spin. Do you think it's possible both JK and Tae are in love with JM? Tokyo video, hints of living together, the way JK looks at JM like he's his world. The way Tae looks at JM like he's his world. The songs Tae wrote. SN confirmed what I already suspected. It's about JM. The tension JK & Tae had and JM being the one to lie to JK/set up them talking seems sus. Its making me wonder if JM is in the middle. Vmin's wrecking my ship LOL

One thing I want to get out of the way right away is this—this is the last time we’ll answer a question that concerns another ship. Our blog is supposed to be about vmin, namjin and BTS as group, and while we are all for everyone shipping whatever they like, I’d prefer to not talk about other ships on our blog. Not because we don’t like them, we don’t, but because the only ship we see as having true potential to be real is vmin, and perhaps namjin, and that’s it. Therefore, there isn’t really a point for us to talk about other ships in a romantic sense at all. If someone would like for me to talk about JinKook, for example, I’d gladly do it (I adore their bond and dynamic) so long as it isn’t meant as the romantic ship but the friendship between those two.

The only reason I’m replying to this, and a second mildly “similar” ask, is because it, in a way, plays into what I recently said about JK here. That’s it. So, now that that’s out of the way, the actual reply:

Let’s put it like this—it doesn’t sound dumb, necessarily, and the fact that as someone who ships a different pair you can still acknowledge that perhaps another might be true, that shows that you see things much more realistically than some others do. But, at the same time, I can’t agree with your statement, not because I don’t like your ship (quite honestly your ship has never even for a second made me go “huh?”) but because it would create an awful situation within the maknaes and I don’t think there’s any kind of hint for that. At least not in a romantic sense.

A while ago Admin 2 wrote a reply in which they argued that JK might simply be a vmin ally, as in that he helps them shield their private life and relationship from prying eyes because he loves his hyungs and all three of them know that the two main maknae ships are powerful “tools”. Here, again, it’s important to differentiate between ships and the real-life bonds between the members.

More below the cut because, as always, this got very long:

Do I think JK is in love with Jimin, or has been at any point in time, romantically? No.

From all the arguments you’ve mentioned, the one that stuck out to me the most was “he looks at JM like he’s his world”, which might simply be a shipper bias. We all have that. But I especially think it happens a lot with JK. While I’ll admit he does look at Jimin with deep admiration, it’s also true that he does the exact same thing with Namjoon and Seokjin, as examples. It’s very hard to properly read someone’s eyes and body language in general and do so without a bias (especially a confirmation bias). I actually wrote a post on that a while ago.

And yes, I would make the exact same argument for vmin (and namjin) as well. While yes, there are instances where we see what some have lovingly dubbed ‘Taehyungie’s Jimin smile’ or ‘Jimin’s TaeTae smile’, I don’t take any of those as “proof” or arguments for why I think vmin might be real. We have a plethora of other far stronger and more convincing arguments, so using different looks and expressions in one or the other members eyes, to me, is a bit pointless. Just look at the way Namjoon sometimes stands off to the side and looks at all the members with this deep love and pride. Does that mean he’s in love with all of them? No, of course not. Or the way Tae might look at Hobi or Yoongi. Does that mean he’s in love with them as well? No.

(The pictures of JK looking at Tae and Jimin in the blue suit, as far as I’m aware, were at the same award show. The last picture of JK on the right is him looking lovingly at ARMY, does that mean he’s in love with all of us as well? No.)

Unfortunately a loving expression doesn’t come with a precise label of “this is a loving gaze for a person I admire deeply” and “this is a loving gaze for a person I’m in love with”, so while we can identify their expressions as something related to “love”, everything else is us projecting and speculating. At the end of the day all the members deeply love and admire each other and have moments where they look at each other like they’ve hung the stars in the sky.

So, while these moments and pictures of JK looking “lovingly” at Jimin or Tae, or Tae looking “lovingly” at Jimin, or Jimin looking “lovingly” at JK or Tae, are very cute and lovely, they don’t really represent any kind of evidence for the presence of romantic feelings, even more so when those pictures are taken when another member sings or is saying something.

Placing Jimin as “the one in the middle” would cause drama that I quite honestly think has never been an issue within BTS in such a manner. One thing that I think all members value insanely, because otherwise the group would’ve long stopped working and fallen apart (and not just come close to it for different, unrelated reasons), is communication. Yes, it’s something they had to learn over time and haven’t always been great at, but with something as big as this, they would have to do it, especially if two members would’ve realized they’re in love with the same member. To me, and I don’t want this to sound mean or like I’m belittling your feelings/thoughts, this simply sounds like something straight out of a YA novel or teen drama on TV, or one of those manipulative, agenda driven videos on YouTube.

“The tension JK & Tae had and JM being the one to lie to JK/set up them talking seems sus. Its making me wonder if JM is in the middle.” This I think is a bit of a misinterpretation on your part, which I totally get, there were a million ways in which people interpreted this moment and perhaps I shouldn’t position myself as ultimate unbiased judge, but, well, you asked for my opinion so…The way I see it is that, if we believe Tae’s and JK’s words like we should, then it makes sense that JK might’ve been a bit apprehensive about the conversation with Tae, which would’ve called for the ‘need’ to involve Jimin (after all we know that Tae asked Jimin to help him) and have him “trick” JK. But, what I think is much more likely, is that it was simply staged in such a manner for entertainment purposes. I highly doubt Tae and JK didn’t discuss wanting to have this conversation for the cameras sometime beforehand but maybe they simply hadn’t decided on when to do it, so Tae used the chance on that evening to do it. But honestly that’s basically speculations on my part, and everyone else’s.

I don’t believe for a second that the conversation in ITS was the real, proper one JK and Tae had about this topic, because that would simply be way too personal and a breech their own privacy. Much more I think it was simply a conversation set up in order to communicate the situation between JK and Tae to us, show that while they had these awkward parts between them they still want to make an effort to “fix” things, and that they are still getting along no problem. Which they obviously do. That is the most important part for me in all of it, the fact that they felt comfortable enough to share this with us, to face the uproar I’m sure they were aware it would cause within certain parts of the fandom, and yet…they still did it.

The whole scene of involving Jimin might’ve simply been for theatrics and to make it more interesting to watch (and offer for a great episode cliffhanger) and also to loosen up the atmosphere a little.

One thing though I’ve found very curious since the time when the episode aired was the question of why Jimin and Seokjin remained close by and played with a ball in the dark, of all things. But I’ll never know the answer beyond theories and that’s fine. The bottom line is that Jimin didn’t act as “the one in the middle of a love triangle” but more as a third party who has a strong friendship with JK (thus it was clear that JK would listen and follow him outside) and who’s soulmates with Tae (thus it makes sense that he would help him arrange that conversation and help him get rid of his nervousness). Admin 2’s theory is that Jimin was nearby as support for Tae and Seokjin as support for JK, since we know they share a close and deep bond as well.

As for the “living together hints”, which rely mostly (if not entirely) on the car sharing argument, I spoke about it here and here, and GCF Tokyo. Well. I know that one is used as crown argument but if we apply the same logic, I’ve seen applied to it, then we could also say that GCF Osaka was JK’s “couple vlog” for vmin, since they were the main focus in that video. We could say that GCF Helsinki was him hinting at the band falling apart/breaking up since the song was a sad one seemingly talking about a relationship coming to an end and each party going a different way, one taking the ocean and one the desert. Others claim that GCF are J*k*ok specific because Jimin is the main model, but that’s something JK himself has negated at least twice to my knowledge.

Personally, GCF Tokyo has been in late 2017 while we have 2021 now. It was a moment in time where, according to some, vmin were “d*ad” and J*k*ok on the rise, but we know the former isn’t true. It was a hard time for everyone, a challenging one, and curiously enough, a few months after the Tokyo trip, Tae began working on Happy Christmas, a duet for himself and Jimin that’s very much romantic sounding and was likely meant as gift for Jimin. If he knew JK was into Jimin romantically, that his feelings might be reciprocated, that Tokyo was a romantic trip, I think there is absolutely no way he (Tae) would’ve done that.

So, all in all, while you, anon, can think whatever you like and what you think is likely, this is my opinion which can be summed up easily as: vmin are vmin and JK is their close friend, but there have never been romantic feelings from JK toward Jimin, while it seems that there are a lot of (requited) romantic feelings from Tae toward Jimin.

Admin 2 has a theory, and perhaps it’s delulu and unsubstantiated, but they want to share it anyway: We know that when Tae started filming Hwarang and the Wooga squad was formed, Tae spent quite a bit of time with them. Perhaps that has a kind of loose correlation with the timing of the Dumpling Incident and their 4am meeting at the park and all the implications of what meaning it truly might’ve had for Tae and Jimin, that he saw spending time with his Wooga squad as a form of “”escape””. The Tokyo trip was simply a gift from JK to Jimin that was meant as a kind of cheer up gesture for Jimin. I don’t think it was their romantic/intimate trip, as so many try to show it as such, because if it were so, we wouldn’t have heard so much about it because we know Jimin is a very private person. Also, if it were such an intimate thing, why would they have created so much around it in form of videos and even interviews, a whole PR thing? Shippers, of course, created this entire mythos out of their trip, a whole fantasy.

Let’s be real, some of the stories and theories being shared by some about the trip are not only impossibly unrealistic but also insane and stupid at times, since they contain twisted “facts”, agenda-based interpretations and things that are simply impossible, like them supposedly having gotten married during that trip. In a country that doesn’t have same sex marriage. Just to return to a country that, also, does not have same sex marriage. As idols.

If Jimin and JK would’ve wanted to go on a romantic, intimate couples’ trip together, I’m 100% sure we would’ve never found out about it. Easy as that.

Lastly, the way these questions are set up and thought out, this whole thing about drama and jealousy and love triangles, they sound like stereotypical “teenage girl” thinking, classic by the book like YA books and teen movies marketed toward girls. Which isn’t meant as shade against you or teenage girls, but there’s a difference between how boys act and how girls do, how of course boys and men also cause drama but it’s a different kind of drama, while this whole jealousy thing is more of a girl thing. It’s part of nearly every plot written by and for girls. And if you notice, most of those YT videos are built upon this scheme, and why is that? Because mostly girls watch it and they’re made by girls/women.

I, just like Admin 1, think that if Tae realized that there’s something romantic between JK and Jimin, Tae would’ve immediately stopped with all the romantic songs, the picture, and everything else. But instead vmin progressed the way they did, and we are where we are today.

The second ask we got is this one and it might be the first time Admin 1 truly got angry and went on a rant:

From anon: Its kinda obvious Vmin use JK to get to each other. No doubt they all have a special bond, but I noticed in one vid, JM slaps JK's ass, but turns and smiles smugly at V and V smiles, but when JM walks off, the smile fades and V tilts his head and gives JM a go to hell look. lol. V grabs JK to sing to him, but V's not looking at JK, his eyes are glued to JM. When JM walks off, V just leaves JK standing there. Jikooks cooking live V calls. JM knows V's watching and nuzzles JK's neck. Kinda obvious

Let me be frank for a moment—this is completely bizarre to me, nasty and stupid. I’m sorry. I know it makes for fantastic drama, it fuels analysis videos (which brings in clicks and thus more revenue), but IF this were at any point in time real, do you really think BTS would still be BTS today? Do you really think the members would be as close as they are today? Do you really believe something as ridiculous as this happening in real life would fly? That Namjoon, as leader, as well as their managers and team, would allow for something like this to happen? And perhaps that last question might sound weird to you, but it’s true.

Also “I noticed in one vid” this fascinates me, and also confirms everything I need to know about this ask—I know where theories like this come from and I think I’ve made my stance on it clear in a previous reply, but I’ll repeat it one more time: analysis, theory and compilation videos are manipulative, inherently biased and agenda pushing and, in most cases, have zero connection to real life. They create bizarre scenarios and theories that push ideas of jealousy, betrayal, and powerplay because that’s what brings in the clicks, because people love drama, because that means things are happening and that’s exciting. But, with a band as big, kind, humble, and beautiful as BTS? That’s rude, disgusting, and presents the members as the exact opposite of who they are as people.

Things that happen on stage are, in many cases, preplanned “fan service” meant to entertain the audience. A split-second facial expression or supposed “mean eyes” between members are usually a bias reading or might simply have a completely unrelated cause, depend on the angle you watch the moment from, and a billion other factors that have nothing to do with drama, jealousy or any such nonsense.

Presenting the maknaes, and especially Tae and Jimin, the way you do, do you know what that would make them? Abusers. It would mean they abuse their position of seniority over JK and use him for sick games, knowing that age hierarchy wise he wouldn’t be able to “defend” himself quite the way same age friends would between each other, or an older member. It presents Tae and Jimin as evil, nearly vile, and toxic, like they see JK only as a toy to be used for some kind of game between each other, and that is truly disgusting and uncalled for.

Also, all of this erases JKs autonomy and place in the band, as artist and human, and presents him as just a toy to be used and played with, which again is the same thing shippers also do with him. I have a whole post about it. Read it and maybe think about everything you just said again and why you did so.

I don’t know what the point of this ask was, but for future reference—we will never answer such an ask again and I will not allow such ideas any kind of space on this blog.

That’s all.

Admin 2: Everything that happens on stage during concerts is more or less preplanned by the members. We know that vmin love roleplaying. I’ve noticed that in their interactions on stage they occasionally also use some elements of their roleplays. I wouldn’t be surprised (I think I know which video you are talking about, I’ve seen it) that what’s shown in that video is one of those typical vmin moments/behaviors. Especially if the video you mean is the one I’m thinking about is the same video that ends with JK standing between Jimin and Tae and while they bow, he brings Tae’s and Jimin’s hands together, which would mean there are no hard feelings at all and that JK is consciously involved in it all.

We should also remember that Tae interacts and does fanservice with him, so why do people not suspect that Tae also uses Jin for his “games” with Jimin? Or when Jimin does something with Namjoon, that he does that in order to make Tae jealous? Because we know it’s all planned and done on purpose for fans and there is no space or reason for anyone to do jealous or “use” another member for anything like what you suggested.

If there really were a reason for Jimin and Tae to want to make each other jealous or anything else, it wouldn’t happen in places where we see it, wouldn’t be happening on stage during a BTS concert since it would threaten their image. What happens on stage has no correlation with their private life, as in, that you don’t take your issues on stage.

Think about Burn The Stage and the conflict between Tae and Jin. Namjoon at the time wasn’t mad at Tae for bringing up the issue, he was merely mad because he’d done so just before going on stage, meaning that hurt feelings would go on stage with them and it could interfere with their performance and interactions. Knowing that, would Jimin and Tae do what you claim they did? No. If they interact and do things with JK on stage, none of it is meant as a way to “get at” another member or to create jealousy, it’s simply entertainment, fanservice, things meant to get a reaction out of the crowd. They are professionals. And such behavior has no space on a stage during a professional concert carried out by artists who are professions.

[imagine-a-life-like-this]

I Love You? (P.JM)

Warnings : none really, but this one is sad. hoseok gets heartbroken, i’m sorry

Word Count : 1936

Synopsis : in a world where you can only see colours if someone who loves you looks at you, she looks at her boyfriend with love but the colours she once saw, faded to black and white. after meeting her friend’s best friend, she can see the colours of the world again and moves on from the one who broke her heart ... or does she?

“Jimin.” I whispered as I looked into his eyes, begging in my mind for this to be a glitch. He smiled at me and tucked some hair behind my ears.

           “Yes, my love?” A tear slipped from my eye and he quickly wiped it away as concern took over his features. “What’s wrong?” He cupped my face, making me look at him as I told him I couldn’t see colours. He was speechless as he removed his hands and turned away from me.

           “Please tell me it’s a glitch!” I cried, reaching out for him. “Jimin, please.” He turned around to face me again, tears now filling his eyes. I could feel my heart breaking as he shook his head.

           “I’m sorry, Y/N.” I slung my purse over my shoulder and left his dorm without another word. I wish it was just as easy for me as it was for him to fall out of love.

 6 Months Later

                   At first I didn’t want to believe he had really fallen out of love with me, but with Taehyung, a guy I met in my photography class, by my side, things got easier. When I see Jimin around, I avoid looking at him, not wanting him to see the colours I miss so dearly.

           “Are you still coming with me to Hoseok’s performance tonight?” Tae asked me, sliding into the seat across from me, making me look up from my books.

           “I wouldn’t miss it.” Soon after getting close to Taehyung, he introduced me to his best friend, Jung Hoseok, a dance major. Him and I seemed to click immediately and the 3 of us became an inseparable group.

           Taehyung picked me up from my dorm like the gentleman he is and the two of us headed to the dance building. Butterflies started picking up when we entered the doors, memories hitting me in the face. All the times I skipped through these doors, flowers in my hands to give to my dancer boyfriend. All the times I would sneak into his practices because I loved watching him dance. All the times he would model for me for my projects. It call came flooding back the second I stepped foot through those doors.

           “You okay?” Taehyung placed his hand on my lower back as he looked at me with concern. I nodded with a smile. “Let’s go grab our seats then.” He didn’t press the issue further, and for that I’m so thankful.

           I looked at the stage in awe as Hoseok danced, absolutely taking my breath away. As he bowed to the applause, he scanned the crowd and his eyes met mine and for the brief second they met, I could swear the world lit up with colours. It wasn’t until Tae was grabbing my hand and pulling me out of my seat and dragging me backstage that I snapped out of my trance.

           “Hobi!” I yelled as I ran into his arms and congratulated him. He chuckled and wrapped his arms around me tightly. When we pulled away and our eyes met, I could see the pretty blue his shirt was. My heart picked up pace as I stared at him, a smile tugging at my lips. I couldn’t help myself as I quickly pressed my lips to his, taking him by surprise.

           “Whoa! When was this a thing?” Tae chuckled from behind me. Hoseok’s cheeks blushed a pretty pink.

           “Right now.” He said, his eyes not leaving mine and I just nodded. It’s like we were in our own little world until someone called his name as they clapped him on his shoulder.

           “You killed it out there, hyung.” My eyes met those of the man I’ve been avoiding since our breakup 6 months ago. I could see as his eyes widened at the realization that not only was I there, but I was still absolutely, irrevocably in love with him. We both looked away as if it was a crime to even look at each other.

           “Hoseok, we have reservations we can’t miss.” Tae spoke up, his eyes not leaving Jimin who was slowly walking away. Hoseok seemed confused but obliged nonetheless and followed Tae and I out of the dance building. “So now that you two are dating, does that mean I’m going to be third wheeling all the time?” Hoseok and I both chuckled.

           “Please, we all know I’m the true third wheel when it comes to you two.” I countered, slipping my hand into Hoseok’s. He looked down at me with a smile.

 One Year Later

           “Y/N! Hurry up!” I chuckled to myself as I grabbed the tray of snacks I put together and headed into the living room of my apartment. I placed the tray on the table and took a seat next to Hoseok.

           “What are we watching?” I asked as I shoved some popcorn into my mouth.

           “The Conjuring!” Jimin exclaimed. It was hard at first to let him into our little friend group, but the longer I was with Hoseok, the less I could avoid Jimin so him joining us happened naturally. Tae was the most opposed at first, being the one who held me as I sobbed, but he seems to fit in with us so well.

           “Oh come on, you know how scared Hobi gets.” I whined, earning a playful slap from my boyfriend. Tae and Jimin burst out laughing as Hobi angrily pouted at me. “I’m sorry, baby.” I kissed his cute pout as Tae pressed play.

           After the movie ended, I got up to get more drinks before we started the second movie. Jimin got up as well to help me grab drinks. I grabbed the drinks from the fridge and passed them back to him. “That should do.” I said, standing up straight and turning around. My eyes met Jimin’s, and the black and white world seemed to fade slightly. I could see the slight blush of his cheeks and the red stripes on his shirt. The world seemed to stop as we stood silently in the kitchen. I quickly snapped out of it, grabbing a couple of the drinks, and rushing back into the living room.

           The next day, Hobi and I went out to celebrate our one-year anniversary. We both got dressed up and headed out for the reservations he had made. His smile was just as bright and beautiful as usual, but I couldn’t stop thinking about what last night meant.

           It wasn’t until we were sitting in his car outside of my apartment after dinner that I spoke up. “I know, Hobi.” Tears welled up in my eyes.

           “What are you talking about?” I turned my head to look at him, taking in all the colours of his face and the world behind him.

           “What colour is my dress?” I could see the realization flash in his eyes. “I tried; you know. I really did. You’re so handsome and amazing. So sweet even if I don’t deserve it. How could I not love you?” I faced forward again as the tears fell.

           “I thought if I convinced you I could see colours with you, I could make you fall in love with me.” His voice was so soft. It was so jarring compared to the lively, loud Hobi I’m used to.

           “You’re going to meet a girl who won’t need convincing. She’s just going to love you and you’ll be able to see all the beautiful colours you’ve allowed me to see.” I turned to look at him again, reaching up to wipe a tear that was falling. “I wish I could always see colours when I look at you because you’re like the sunshine, lighting up my dark world. But that’s selfish of me.” I went to open the door to leave, but he asked a question that stopped me before I could.

           “It’s always going to be Jimin, isn’t it? Even though he fell out of love with you and broke you, he’s always going to be the one you love, right?” I knew he already knew the answer, I could tell by the look on his face.

           “I’m sorry.” Was all I could say before I got out of his car.

           The days seemed to go by slower without Hoseok by my side. Taehyung tried to juggle his time between us, but I sent him to Hoseok. He needed a friend more than I did. He’s the one who fell in love with a girl who couldn’t move on from heartbreak.

           “I haven’t seen you in the dance building lately.” Jimin plopped down in the seat across from me. “You also haven’t been with Hoseok or Taehyung lately.” I looked up from my books and met Jimin’s eyes, expecting to see black and white, but I was shocked to see the faded colours again.

           “Hoseok and I broke up.” Was all I said before going back to studying. From that day, Jimin made it his mission to make sure I wasn’t alone. He walked me to class and made me laugh when I was sad. We partied together on the weekends and ate out a lot during the week. He spent a lot of nights crashed on my couch. So many in fact that he started leaving things around. It brought me back to the days we were in love.

           “Please come to my performance!” Jimin whined, looking at me with his puppy dog eyes that I just couldn’t say no to. My heart was so confused with the faded colours I saw whenever I looked at him. I knew he knew I was still in love with him. I used my love for him to my advantage though. He could see colours I couldn’t and helped me with my projects. I’m so grateful I let him back in.

           “Okay fine!”

           The night came for his performance, and I found myself in a flower shop, asking for the same bouquet I used to always get him. I met Tae inside who softly smiled at me, asking if I’d like a seat buddy. Before the show started, he asked a million questions about Jimin and I. “I can’t believe you still love him.” He chuckled as he shook his head.

           “I can’t believe it either.” I said as the lights dimmed, and the show began. I could feel the hearts in my eyes as Jimin danced around the stage like an angel. Our eyes met, and the colours seemed a bit brighter than before, but still were still faded. It wasn’t until Hoseok took the stage and broke the hearts of every audience member with his emotional dance that I saw the colours in all their intensity. I could see his sad smile when he bowed, his eyes on me.

           I followed Tae backstage, but this time he called out for Hoseok while I made my way to Jimin who’s back was turned to me. “Got some time for your biggest fan?” I joked, holding the flowers out as he turned around and met my eyes. In that moment I could see the pale blue ribbon tying the colourful bouquet together. I could see the pink blush painting his cheeks. I could see the pale pink of his lips. In that moment, I could see all the colours in all of their intensity just like when we were dating.

           “For you, always.” He practically whispered as he cupped my face and kissed me with the same amount of love and passion we used to have. In that moment he fell in love with me again.

[bisexualhobi]

i get you bc I'm an actual rap fan (not just kpop hip hop) so if you come from that background you're like used to a certain style or whatever, and yoongi definitely emulates it, you can tell he grew up listening to biggie and jay and eminem. but again I know taste is subjective. if you had to rank the rapline in objective terms could you do it?

Hmmm yeah I think I kinda agree with you. I'm not sure if I'd say yoongi emulates them or even if he does it better (but then again, all korean hip hop is a literal copy of black music and culture, specially black people from the USA), but he's a favorite among hiphop lovers.

Answering your question should be short and sweet, so the objective ranking of rapline is:

Agust D

RM

J-Hope

but the long answer explains why I ranked them this way, and I went off and wrote all of this in 20 minutes so if you feel like reading it, here you go:

About Agust D, his unique production style imo is what shines through even more so than namjoon and Hoseok's. his first mixtape is raw Yoongi style. it's insane. I actually didn't think he could surpass it in D-2 but he shut me up. You can tell that man was originally going to be just bangtan's producer. He's got an ear for catchy hooks, innovative rhythm schemes and he just knows how to make a hit. it reminds me so much of young Kendrick Lamar, or Kanye in his golden age..... hell I'll admit I hadn't been as pumped listening to a rapper since I discovered Childish and Tyler the creator. His lyrics however are often just dissing, humble brag, humble brag, ambiguous reference to his sexuality, more dissing, reference to his time in bts. Which is fine!! I listen to agust d to get hyped and feel like a bad motherfucker. it does its job. If you care about speed, Yoongi beats Namjoon and Hoseok easily. He can spit bars like Eminem. He's got the speed, the flow, and it's really fucking hot.

regarding Namjoon, if you listen to RM's first mixtape though, it's very much a western rap mixtape. almost all the tracks are samples from black American rappers. what shines through in RM's rapping is his lyricism and ability to play with the verse, imagery and word play. but there's at least five of his songs that sound the same melody and production wise. However, he's also versatile, because mono is something so unlike anything you could've expected from RM after the first mixtape. I actually have a problem with mono being called a rap mixtape lmao. mono isn't rap, it's alternative hiphop mixed with lofi r&b, a very pleasant indie sound that I've only heard with Frank ocean, Kevin abstract, or Steve lacy. but still, mono is, accordingly, very monotonous in its musicality. That's why a lot of people put it on before they go to bed. it winds you down. But yeah, RM isn't as focused on the track's melody as he is in the story he tells. So I guess you could say Agust D's strength lies in his beats and melodies, while RM's is his lyrics and rhyme schemes. I'm gonna get made fun of in reddit if a screenshot of this gets spread around but I hadn't seen such a powerful, born lyricist since 2pac and Biggie. his shit is off the rocker. It makes sense that his role model is Nas, who's also known for powerful verses. Regarding his rapping style, he can be fast but he's better at playing with the cadence. His delivery is stronger than his flow, but Yoongi can match him in delivery too.

Hoseok is a very different case. man didn't even know how to rap when he joined big hit. He only listened to hip hop for his dance performances, he didn't grow up absorbing the culture the way Yoongi and Namjoon did. RM and Agust D move like you expect underground seasoned rappers to move, J-Hope moves more like a pop star. His lyrics aren't as intricate as RM's, but he still manages to paint an image in your head, he manages to get his point across while still making references to literary works such as 20,000 leagues under the sea, Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, Alice in Wonderland, and Around the World in 80 Days. Can you tell he's a literature teacher's son? People have this idea that his songs are just feel good, happy tunes, but there's much more depth than that. I think personally he's more of an r&b artist than a rapper, at least that's the way I feel it. His strength lies in his stylization of the music and composition of a track's journey. He's a dancer, ofc he knows how to make the song build tension, keeping you waiting, and then he knows exactly when to give you release. His musicality is top tier, he rivals Agust D in that aspect. But he comes up short in flow. He's not as fast or effortless as RM or Agust D when it comes to speed. He can spit bars, don't get me wrong, but his style is less about fast verses. Emotion wise he beats RM and Agust D though, because his stage presence surpasses the other two. He knows himself and he knows what his strengths and weaknesses are. He makes every song his own. I saw a meme that I think is very fitting here, this is literally Hoseok:

it's true! Yoongi can do RM and Namjoon can do Agust d, but neither of them can do Hoseok's verses. There's a performance where Namjoon and Hobi fill in Yoongi's mic drop verse, but I remember an interview where Yoongi says neither him or Namjoon could do Hoseok's verse in Outro: tear. whether that makes him better or just different I leave to your interpretation. I'll just say he stands out.

To summarize, Yoongi is better at:

✔️production ✔️flow ✔️delivery ✔️musicality

Namjoon is better at:

✔️lyricism ✔️flow ✔️delivery ✔️production

and Hoseok is better at:

✔️musicality ✔️lyricism ✔️production ✔️emotion

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What BTS Are Most Proud of About Themselves

//This is a tarot reading. Be respectful and keep in mind that my interpretation of the cards is no way 100% fact. Don't take my word or interpretations as law//

Seokjin

*7 of wands, Queen of Wands*

Seokjin is most proud of his ability to fight against the odds. He is proud of his determination and strength to complete the goals he has set for himself. He is proud of his drive for success and his royal good looks (obviously) he is proud of his outgoing personality and how comfortable he is with himself. Low-key, homeboy just really likes himself in such a good, positive and healthy way. Hes like, "Dude, I am the shit!" And he isn't wrong. After all, the person you spend the most time with is yourself... (also, peep the fire energy for our fire boi)

Yoongi

* 9 of Cups, The Empress*

This soft pisces makes my heart melt. He is most proud of his creations. He lives and breaths for the things he creates. Each song is a piece of his heart and he is proud of his wishes coming true and doing what he put his heart and soul into. He is proud that he found a way to touch, heal and guide people through hard times. He's also stoked about the material gains of his hard work. He is proud of himself for digging himself out of a shitty situation and not living in a state of need.

He just really wants everyone to be happy. Treat this boy with love and respect

Hoseok

* Ace of Pentacles, Ace of Swords, The Devil rev.*

He prides himself on his ability to come up with new ideas and ways of looking at things. He is proud of his ability to shake off things that weigh him down and is constantly creating a new perspective. He gets down on himself from time to time but is quick to remedy that and stay on top of his game.

Tbh, Hope is always hard for me to read. It's always a little confusing and I have to shuffle for a solid 10 minutes before anything comes out for him. I pulled another clarity card, 8 of wands, and it makes a little more sense. I think he, above all else, takes pride in his hope. Hope for himself, hope for others and his faith in the people around him. We all know he would and has followed the boys to the ends of the earth because of his belief/faith/hope in the members.

Moral of Hobis reading is that he is swift and hard to pin down or put in a box.

Namjoon

* 10 of Wands, King of Wands*

This is almost a little sad. Namjoon is most proud of his ability to lead and his hardworking nature but it's a self sacrificing thing that he will always push everyone up until theres no one left to push him up. I have a scene in my head that demonstrates this. Namjoon is pushing all of the members up from the ground, kinda like a little stool, to get them onto the stage (pushing them all up and supporting them so that they can reach their dreams) and after they are all standing on this little ledge thing, Joon just smiles up at them and urges them to go on, not to worry about him. But they all kneel down and reach out their hands and JK, This mother fucker, says, "Not without you.", and fuckin Yoongi says, "Never without you." And they hoist Joon up with them. I'm super emo now.

Point being Namjoon is very proud of his ability to lead and literally carry all of the burden so his found family can live freely. #Namjoonforpresident

(Also, he found the most amazing group of people he could possibly lead from ashes to world domination)

This man deserves the world.

Jimin

* Knight of Wands, Wheel of Fortune, 2 of Cups*

Jimin is so cute. He is most proud of his ability to draw people in and wrap them around his tiny little pinky. He obviously is proud of how passionate he is about what he does but I think the reason he cares so much about it is because he really values human connection. He is proud of the way he can make people feel like they are the one that Jimin is thinking about. He is proud that he can make people feel special, lucky and loved because he is really empathetic and sees us all as his close friends.

This boy

He is proud of his ability to make personal connections with anyone in his orbit.

Taehyung

* The Star, 5 of Swords rev.*

I think he is proud of his success and the way he stands out. This combo almost feels like he used to get so much shit for being weird and it fucked him up good but now people see it as a charming personality thing? If that makes sense? like, he's proud of him being himself and being successful because of it. I think he is proud that he can look back at young/past him and make peace that he is who he is and that is what literally makes him a star. He was fucking born for this.

It feels like being bullied for being tall in middle school and doing anything you can to look shorter, but then later in life you become a godess-like model and you have to go back and forgive yourself for not loving your gorgeous self.

That's the vibe I get from this and it's so pure. Protect baby bear at all costs.

Jungkook

*High Priestess, 10 of Cups*

Oh boy. Jk is proud of his intuition. It's what got him to Bighit in the first place. He has such high regard for his intuition and I bet he gets mad stomach aches when something bothers him. This boy is so proud of the community that he has around him. He is so ridiculous proud to say that he has his ARMY. To him, success and singing and dancing wouldn't bring him the same joy and elation if he couldn't share it with us. He wants us all to know that we are his motivation, his driving force. The boys are his everything. Period. He would give up every material possession if he had to just to stay with BTS and ARMY. Like he would give the shirt off of his back for any one of us. You feel? He cares so much that what he is most proud of about himself is that he attracted such amazing people into his life and I think he is in awe of it every single day. This man is humble and don't you dare for a second think that he doesn't care about us or you or BTS. He got actual tattoos that will never come off because he is so thankful to us and the members.

Jk makes me feel like a proud mom and I will fight anyone who hurts my baby.

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BTS' Map Of The Soul: Persona

I am always in a continuous state of shock and awe whenever I even begin to contemplate the in-depth philosophical, psychological, and just overall intellect these boys possess.

Not only have they used various works of literature:

Demian- Wings

The Ones Who Walk from Omelas- Spring Day

but they have also been incorporating theoretical science:

Carl Jung's 4 major archetypes

since the very beginning!

And then to use a music industry as big as K-Pop to highlight the importance of knowledge and connect everything together...

That's beautiful.

It's genius!

So let me try and break some of it down now:

Carl Gustav Jung was a famous psychiatrist and psychotherapist who once proposed the theory that everyone's personality consisted of 4 separate entities:

The Shadow

The Anima/Animus

The Persona

The Self

and it was these 4 traits, or archetypes, that were believed to be the reasoning for why we as individuals developed personalities and certain behaviors. He also theorized that when an individual recognized and experienced all 4 archetypes that it would lead to self-fulfilment. So now let's break this down even further but from BTS' viewpoint.

The Shadow

From their debut through Dark & Wild, you can see that these were more chaotic times for BTS as they were trying to let the world know who they were, yet also trying to remain genuine at the same time. It's hard thing to do because, especially when referring to K-Pop, you are told you have to look, act, and exist in a certain way. You are to be idols and to model what's most popular when it comes to societal influence. This is exactly what Carl meant when he introduced the Shadow archetype. It's known to be the darker side of ourselves; the wildness and chaotic version that we use to try to repress some of our more negative thoughts.

BTS experienced the Shadow because they debuted with this "bad-boy" imagine and basically said F the system! Although they still had their personal beliefs and stances on life, they did kind of let themselves become manipulated by others wishes. Even some of the boys have had regrets towards the way they first acted. I mean RM, then Rap Monster, openly expressed how he wanted to change his name because he felt that title no longer applied to who he was. Same for the rest of the boys. They had just started out and were naive and some easily impressionable, no one should blame them for their early days, I mean I'm sure we all have times we look back on not too fondly as well.

The Anima/Animus

Jung believed the next step after the Shadow was the Anima/Animus, which represents the feminine (Anima) side of male's unconsciousness, while the (Animus) is the masculine side for the female's. This aspect was said to bring order or balance to an individual's life. Because we live in a society that is so concerned with separating one's gender as a way to normalize behavior as a whole, it has become almost impossible for us to have said balance because it is "not acceptable"; however, it's important to have those two separations to a person's behavior because it allows us to have positive and negative aspects for each.

Imagine if you had a man who was nothing but competitive and dominating all the time, yet lacked the nurturing skills of a women when it came to showing compassion towards a child or loved ones. Then imagine on the other hand, there's a women who has all the emotional capacity yet let's herself be pushed around and stepped on because she lacks an assertive nature due to said generosity and compassion. Neither one would be able to make it long in this world because they do not possess the balance from both sides to do so.

Relating this back to BTS, you can see the Anima appearing during the Love Yourself highlight reel, although it wasn't so clear to some until now. Most ARMY or casual supporters of BTS simply thought that these girls that appeared in the video were simply some type of love interest or previous relationship they had because including girls in idol groups' videos is nothing out of the ordinary; however, knowing about the archetype Anima/Animus, I have pieced together that these girls were actually not love interests at all, but they represented the boys' feminine part of their unconsciousness.

The reason I say this is because during the HYYH era MVs, you can see the destructive nature BTS are going through. Whether it be destruction of self or of personal relationships, it's obvious that they are still experiencing the first stage, the Shadow, and in order to move past it they must recognize the next one. The girls in the video are seen when the boys are at their happiest, AKA when they are experiencing balance from the uncertainty surrounding their lives. It is here we can see the growth of each member taking place.

(Photo credit: stussyjimin on Twitter)

The Persona

After we have the Shadow and Anima/Animus we move onto the 3rd stage: the Persona. This archetype is one of the most common ones that people find themselves unable to move past.

Societal constructs yet again have a huge part to play in this because we are constantly seeking validation from others in order to appease our own self-conscious tendencies. You see, the word 'persona' in Latin literary means 'mask', which is appropriate because when we reach this archetype we often force ourselves to wear a mask so that others might accept our perceived truths over the actual ones. Whether it be at work, home, in other public situations, or even online we all make the decisions to put on that mask, contradicting our own beliefs in order to seem likeable. These decisions don't even necessarily have to be life-changing, but any minor ones also alter an individual as a whole.

You see, where the Shadow's job is to let us repress our unacceptable behaviors to appear more relatable, the Persona highlights those new changes to keep up the charade of being accepted from what others expect from us. This could more easily be known as "people-pleasing". In order to reach our next stage the most important thing to keep in mind is that we as humans are not simply a sum of our Personas and we must find our true identity within ourselves.

Again, relating this back to BTS, it reminds me of 2 different concepts: Wings and Love Yourself: Tear.

With Wings, I mostly see it in the solos because each one specifically deals with some kind of pain or sadness due to outside influences. For example, in Jungkook's BEGIN, he mentions how helpless he felt during their debut and then how much it hurt him to see his hyungs going through dark times. In Jimin's LIE, he talks about his struggles with starvation and body imagery and how listening to negativity made him spiral out of control. V's STIGMA explains how he often feels like this absent family member to his brothers because of BTS' busy schedule and his inability to be there for them. Suga's FIRST LOVE expands on his depression and how he almost gave up his dream at one point, also turning his back on his first love which is music. RM's Reflection is almost like a conversation with himself conveying his insecurities and how hard he finds it to love himself because of how he's been perceived in the past. Hobi's MAMA, although the more happier track of them all, serves as a love letter to his mom confessing his hardships as well as how much he appreciates his mom for always having his back. Then finally we have Jin's AWAKE, where he pours his heart out about feeling inadequate compared to everyone else, yet he still is going to try his hardest. The boys showed us their personal struggles and how keeping up these charades for so long would end up tearing them apart. They knew they were missing the final link.

Love Yourself: Tear can also be seen in this way. In fact, RM explained that when writing and designing the concept for one of their most popular tracks from the album, Fake Love, he was trying to communicate the fact that, in life, we constantly find ourselves trying to fill a void in order to deem ourselves as whole, and often times this can be filled with love, but that doesn't specifically have to be about relationships. "We're saying that if you're not true to yourself, your love won't last forever. The love could be person to person, it could be between me and myself,".... "It's kinda deep."

See here he means that love doesn't necessarily have to be about a physical relationship, just like the Persona doesn't just have to be about the relationship you have with others. Even if the simplified version is often seen as "people-pleasing", it can also mean, in an inadvertent way, changing yourself or donning a mask in order to fool your own mind into loving those alterations you've made personally. Learning to love yourself and acknowledging your flaws is the only way to reach the final stage.

(Photo credit: dailyhoping on Twitter)

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The Self

The 4th and final stage to achieving personal fulfillment is known as the Self. This means that after having gone through all other areas of self discovery when reaching this stage there should no longer be any traces of doubts or identity loss left.

According to Jung, the Self is most often represented by the wise man/wise woman, especially when it comes to dreams. He once said that if there was a ever a time when a person dreamed of a wise figure, then it was an indication that self fulfillment is right around the corner. This is a lose interpretation though, it doesn't necessarily have to be an old man or old woman, some even think that people who serve as mentors to an individual, regardless of age, can also fit the profile. In the case of BTS however, I do believe that Jung's original idea was more of the inspiration.

If you recall during one of the trailers for Fake Love, there was the Magic Shop where the boys went to trade in objects for others. The vendor in charge of the shop could be considered as a sort of magician, which just so happens to be another character that is said to represent the Self. So knowing that and then if you see in the video that the objects traded by each boy connects them back to previous storylines, or sticking with Jung's theory, previous archetypes that can be used to remind them of hurt, pain, and darker times. The symbolism of this exchange can be interpreted as the boys relinquishing their previous lost identities to finally take that metaphorical step and receive the solution that will finally lead them to the Self.

Actually, if you look at the next MV that follows Fake Love extended version, you will see that it is the last song from BTS' latest album Love Yourself: Answer, Epiphany. The literal definition of the word 'epiphany' means a sudden realization, revelation, or insight, which in terms of the archetype, the Self, this could be a representation of the defining moment that shows BTS finding the final path to self fulfillment and true happiness. I'm not saying they've 100% reached the very top of the pyramid, but I do think that in deciding to make this the last track on the album, they are also treating the words as a personal message to all of ARMY.

This is their genius way of letting everyone know that the only true solution to achieving that final level of a well-developed Self, you must first experience a culmination of all previous archetypes and then integrate them all alongside the last:

One must learn to express hurt and emotions (the Shadow) before they can find a balance within (the Anima/Animus) to help counteract the mask and preconceptions (the Persona) others make us develop throughout life. It is only then will we be wise (the Self) enough to find the hidden truth.

Final Thoughts:

First of all, I want to say thank you if you made it through this whole post, I know its a little long and I truly appreciate it. 💜

Secondly, I want to reiterate that none of this is to be seen as a concrete answer to BTS concepts, song meanings, or their entire creative process as a whole, this is simply my thoughts and opinions and nothing more. That being said though, I am more than open and willing to hear both your theories on the symbolism BTS uses, as well as any constructive criticism you might have concerning this post. So please feel free to leave a comment ✌

Lastly, I have one more thing to touch base on and that is the recent announcement that was the inspiration behind this post being created in the first place. It's been blowing up the internet since it was first released, but in case you might have missed it, BTS has just dropped their comeback date (April 12th!) and the title is Map of the Soul: Persona.

See because I have such an interest in psychology/philosophy and especially loved studying Jung's work, when I first saw the title, and knowing how intellectual these boys are, I couldn't help myself from thinking that this new era could possibly have ties into Jung's 4 Archetypes. This then brought me to revist everything BTS has done up until now to see if I could be right, and that's when I realized they had already tackled the theory on the down low, or at least for most people; hence why I made this post, I wanted to create this in-depth analysis to help others understand the pure genius aspects that goes into BTS' concepts.

Now with that being said, if this new era and concept truly is going to draw inspiration from Carl Jung and his theories, then the above post is nothing more than a simple a taste of what's to come. Trust me, if it's BTS we are talking about, then everything I've said pales in comparison to what their truly brilliant minds can come up with. Either way I can't wait to see what's in store!!!

Thank you again if you read this and please feel free to share or leave your own comments. I would love to hear what you guys have to say! 💜💜💜

[urdinosaurs]

since i'm not going to get this done this weekend like i had hoped, here's a teaser for next weeks fic (smut ahead). in the full fic, it may or may not include a fivesome with hobie and his band mates 🫣

edit: full fic here!!!

it wasn't supposed to end like this. brought to a mary jane show by your friend who adored them was supposed to be a good way to reconnect after your busy lives separated you and see the band they've been raving about for months.

not this. not hobie fucking brown, the guitarist with a captivating presence, rocking out in his own little spot on stage, noticing you. not him handing you his guitar pick at the end of the show with a sharpied, sloppy heart, telling you to meet him afterward with a sly grin.

not waiting for him after the show, your heart in your throat, only for him to find you and reignite the flame of lust you previously held, the low baritone of his voice cocky and oh so sure. "hope i didn't keep ya' waiting."

not any of this. yet here you are, allowing his wirey arm to drape across your shoulders like it's the most natural thing in the world, pulled backstage with the pick tucked in your pocket. you remained in a state of awe at him, taking in the way he walks to how lankly he is up close. it's hard not to with his height and tight-fitting patched pants, dressed with belts to accentuate his long torso. he's the pinochle of beauty, a model for the standard, and you're having trouble doing anything other than gawking.

it's how you end up bent over an old sofa, fingers scraping the worn fabric as your hips buck with the force of his thrusts.

"first time 'ere? never seen a pretty thing like you before," he grunts, hands wandering down from your love handles to your ass, kneading it in his palm before pushing you further into the side of the sofa.

"yeah," you're cut off with a whine, slumping into the armrest digging into your ribcage. "f-friend brought me."

he whistles, his chest rumbling with a low chuckle. "lucky me then, yeah? first punk show?"

his cock feels too heavy inside you to respond, so you nod instead.

"quite the welcome, innit? getting fucked by the guitarist on your first night. unless you do this often? do you let every guy you meet with a guitar dick you down, luv?" his patronizing tone teeters off into something more curious, perhaps testing your motive? you're not sure, but amid your sex-filled haze, it adds to his charm.

shaking your head, stars explode behind your eyelids when he slows his thrusts, leaning over you, his lips a hairsbreadth away from the shell of your ear. "well, don't i feel special? what's your name, huh?"

gasping for breath on a particularly rough thrust, you have to scavenge your vocabulary to find the words to eventually tell him. grinning, his pelvis grinds against your clit roughly, causing another wave of pleasure to crash over you, vocally too. his lips brush your neck, nose nudging a spot behind your ear as he murmurs, "name's hobie."