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My Heart's Home (m) | pjm | six

🐴Chapter summary: The wild horses are captivating creatures. You and Yoongi work together on gentling some of the wild horses, but when Jimin sees something that is truly harmless, but takes it the wrong way… well everything goes to shit. 🐴Chapter title: Wild Horses 🐴Pairings: jimin x reader (main), jungkook x reader (only happens once in the first chapter), jungkook x OC (jessi), namjoon x OC (jessi), yoongi x hoseok, namjoon x oc, seokjin x oc, taehyung x oc 🐴Characters: female reader (isn’t mentioned by name and no “y/n”), Jimin, Jungkook, Namjoon, Yoongi, Hoseok, Seokjin, Taehyung and four female original characters. 🐴Genre/AU: ranch!au, slice of life!au, soulmate!au, cowboy!au + smut, humor, fluff, romance, slow burn and angst 🐴Rating: mature/explicit/R18 – this is mature/explicit content, so minors, please do not interact!

🐴Disclaimer: I do not own BTS or know them personally and this work of fiction is purely fictional and for entertainment purposes only. The actions and personalities described in the story do not reflect those of BTS— it’s just fiction. Also, if you would kindly read the tags/warnings before reading, that would be lovely: and if you don’t like whatever is described in the tags, just hit return and find something else to read. Thank you 🌸 🐴Chapter warnings: hahahah, I’m sorry but we’re now approaching angst territory 🥲 This chapter is a lot about Yoongi, because he’s very important (as is almost every character in the story lol, but you’ll understand why later). And something happens that you’re probably gonna hate me for lol. I’m sorry in advance, but stuff has to happen this way for the good stuff to carry weight later (please trust the process!) ✨ 🐴Status: completed 🥳 🐴Word count: 11k 🐴Taglist: @kookswifesblog, @kiki-zb, @babejinnie, @ownthesunshine, @allie-is-a-panda, @glllhjh, @bergandysam, @13-manggaetteok, @jeonsbabygirlsworld,

*tumblr isn’t letting me tag you! There could be a lot of reasons for that, check out this lovely post about it.

🐴Now playing 💿 “Wild Horses” by Natasha Bedingfield. [Wanna listen to the serie’s playlist?] 🐴Author’s note: this chapter was tough for me to write, mostly because of the angst. I’m not that good with that, but I’m really trying to do better with angst. Something happens in this chapter that I think you won’t like, but please remember that Jimin and reader are the main pairing and I have promised a happy ending, okay? There’s just gonna be some angst along the way lol, I’m preparing you now, so buckle up! I really hope you still like it! 💜

It’s been cross posted to AO3 if you prefer to read there. Wanna see the book cover?

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“Wild horses I want to be like you Throwing caution to the wind, I’ll run free too Wish I could recklessly love like I’m longing to I want to run with the wild horses Run with the wild horses” - ’Wild Horses’ by Natasha Bedingfield

As you race across the expansive field, the towering mountains providing a breathtaking backdrop, the thrill of galloping with the wind in your hair never fails to captivate you. En route to the Bell Ranch to speak with Yoongi, you grant Marshmallow the freedom to sprint at full gallop, hooves digging into the earth, creating a dust storm that billows in your wake.

Marshmallow’s powerful gallop sets the rhythm for your heart, the exhilaration of freedom courses through your veins. The wind becomes a playful dance partner, tousling your hair and causing it to cascade behind you, yet obediently secured under the brim of your trusty cowboy hat.

The expanse between the Bora Ranch and the guys’ territory proves surprisingly brief as always, and the vibrant landscape of their ranch unfolds before you.

Urging Marshmallow into a spirited gallop, you cover the ground swiftly, drawing nearer to the bustling yard. The rhythmic gallop propels you towards the lively scene in the yard, where Yoongi is engrossed in his work with a horse in a pen. As Marshmallow intuitively senses the approaching enclosure, his pace decelerates, and a soft whinny escapes him, signaling a seamless transition from a spirited gallop to a gentle, deliberate walk.

Bringing Marshmallow to a halt, you gracefully swing your leg over his back and plant your feet firmly on the ground. With practiced ease, you secure the reins, fastening them securely to the fence surrounding the pen where Yoongi is deeply engrossed in his work.

“Hey, Yoongi!” you call out with a bright smile, waving enthusiastically as you drape yourself over the fence, captivated by the sight of him completely absorbed and engrossed in his work.

He acknowledges you with a subtle nod, a gentle smile playing on his lips as a majestic brown horse gracefully circles him, moving with a natural grace, all without a halter to guide its steps.

You linger there, a silent observer to his craft. The rhythmic dance between Yoongi and the horse unfolds before you—the majestic creature, occasionally curious, edges closer to him, a testament to the unspoken bond between man and horse.

In a mesmerizing dance of trust and connection, the horse inches ever closer to Yoongi, a silent understanding weaving between them. The minutes pass, and you find yourself breathless as the magnificent creature, once wary, now stands still before him, its head bowed low in quiet reverence. The profound bond between man and horse unfolds before your eyes, leaving you spellbound by the unspoken language they share.

In a breathtaking display of trust, the horse tenderly presses its head against Yoongi’s chest, a profound connection resonating in the air. A deep exhale escapes the majestic creature, harmonizing with the gentle strokes of Yoongi’s hand as he caresses its forehead, forging a silent pact of understanding and companionship.

Mesmerized by the enchanting dance between Yoongi and the horse, you can’t help but release a soft “Wow.”

His ability to forge a profound connection with the majestic creature leaves you in awe, a silent yearning echoing within you, wishing you possessed such profound skills.

His eyes twinkle with a warm smile, a shared moment of understanding passing between you two. A gentle chuckle escapes his lips as he leads the horse effortlessly towards the gate, the majestic creature following his every step willingly, a testament to the remarkable bond they share. The word incredible echoes in your mind, witnessing Yoongi’s innate connection with these magnificent animals.

Breaking the serene atmosphere, he finally speaks when he reaches you, his voice carrying a subtle warmth, “Hi.”

With practiced ease, he opens the gate, guiding the horse out as if orchestrating a dance between man and horse.

As he strides past you, effortlessly guiding the brown horse toward the barn without a tether, he casually mentions, “I’ll be back in a moment.” Acknowledging him with a nod, you divert your attention to Marshmallow, tenderly patting his neck while observing Yoongi’s innate connection with the majestic creature.

With the horse comfortably settled in its stall, Yoongi strides back towards you, donning his cowboy hat and sturdy boots, a subtle swagger in his step that mirrors the newfound confidence you’ve gained since acquiring your own pair of boots.

Yoongi leans casually against the fence, his gaze meeting yours as he asks, “What’s up?”

Your eyes widen with fascination as you inquire, “Was that a wild horse?” Your curiosity about his intriguing line of work reflects in both your voice and expression.

His eyes light up with pride as he responds, “Yeah, I’ve been working on her for some time; she’s almost ready to become a stock horse.”

You join him in turning around, casting your eyes over the paddocks where the cattle graze, sharing in the satisfaction of a job well done.

“Why do you catch wild horses? I’ve been curious about that ever since Jimin mentioned it,” you ask, your words tumbling out a bit hastily. A touch of nerves lingers, although you can’t quite fathom why. After all, it’s just Yoongi.

He offers a slight smile. “They’re a menace,” he shrugs nonchalantly, and you shoot him a quizzical look. How can he label those magnificent creatures as anything other than beautiful?

He chuckles at your slightly frantic state. “For one, they have a knack for wreaking havoc on the property, and two, the stallions occasionally swoop in, daringly stealing our mares.”

You give him a nod, feigning understanding of the issue, yet deep down, you’re puzzled. Your sister has never shared this concern before. Could this be the reason they don’t let the wild horses roam freely?

“So we catch some of them and gentle them into reliable working horses,” he explains with an enigmatic gleam in his eyes, as if his gaze conceals something profound, yet elusive, leaving you intrigued but uncertain about the hidden depths.

“That’s fascinating. Do Jimin or Jungkook ever lend a hand with your wild horse endeavors?” you inquire, a lively grin accompanying your question as you pivot to affectionately pat Marshmallow once more.

“Ah, they’re usually tied up with their own stuff. Although, Hoseok does jump in from time to time,” he replies with a grin, and there’s a subtle flicker in his eyes when he mentions Hoseok.

“Too bad they’re busy, but I’ve been thinking, maybe I could lend a hand. It looks like a fascinating and enjoyable experience,” you offer with an eager smile, despite your lack of knowledge about wild horses and the process of taming them.

“You’re welcome to help me. We can even go for a ride right now and see if we can find the herd, just to look at them. No catching today,” he says, chuckling. As his warm brown eyes twinkle with an indescribable gleam, you feel a magnetic pull toward the upcoming adventure.

“Absolutely!” you exclaim with excitement, swiftly unfastening Marshmallow’s reins from the fence. You join Yoongi, walking in tandem towards the barn where he prepares a horse for the upcoming adventure. The air is charged with anticipation, and the rhythmic sounds of hooves echo the promise of a thrilling ride.

You stride into the barn with Marshmallow, the atmosphere filled with the earthy scent of hay and the distant sounds of horses. Observing Yoongi, you note his skilled selection of a brown horse adorned with a sleek black mane and tail. With fluid precision, he secures a saddle and bridle, effortlessly mounting the horse. His actions exude a quiet confidence, leaving you eager to embark on this equine adventure with him.

“Let’s go then,” he muses, a twinkle of anticipation in his eyes. You smoothly mount Marshmallow, ready to join him in a rhythmic trot around the expansive North paddock of the Bell Ranch.

The air carries the promise of adventure, and the rhythmic hoofbeats echo a harmonious melody, creating an atmosphere filled with the thrill of the unknown.

Atop the hill, you unleash your horses into a spirited gallop, immersing yourself in the breathtaking beauty of the land. The lush green grass stretches beneath you, while majestic hills and distant mountains paint a picturesque panorama. The rhythmic beat of hoofs kissing the grass orchestrates a symphony that resonates in your ears, and your heart dances with exhilaration, each thud echoing the thrill of the moment.

Allowing Yoongi to take the lead, you entrust him with setting the pace, confident in his knowledge of where the elusive herd of wild horses is likely to roam.

“This way. This is where I spotted them last,” he deftly guides his horse to the right, and you follow suit in a slow, measured gallop, the anticipation building with each stride.

After a bit more riding, you reach a clearing through some bushes, and there, before you, the herd of wild horses comes into view. They look absolutely magnificent and exude a magical aura that captures your breath.

They graze casually, and both you and Yoongi have brought your horses to a slow walk, now standing still, fully immersed in the captivating sight of the wild horses before you.

“They’re so beautiful,” you murmur in a hushed tone, captivated by the scene unfolding before you. Yoongi, sharing in the enchantment, nods silently with a smile gracing his lips.

Then, amidst the grazing herd, you catch sight of it—a pitch-black horse, its coat glistening like obsidian in the sunlight. Its eyes, as dark as the night, reflect an ethereal beauty. The sun’s rays play upon its sleek coat, turning it into a cosmic spectacle that leaves you in awe.

Wow, it’s beautiful.

An inexplicable yearning stirs within you, drawn to that singular horse. Amidst the entire herd, none captivates your attention like the majestic black horse.

“The black horse is absolutely stunning,” you murmur in a breathless voice, utterly mesmerized by its beauty.

“It is a stunning mare indeed,” he smiles and adds, “maybe we can catch it next time.”

You return his smile, uncertainty lingering within you. The notion of capturing such a majestic creature tugs at your conscience – after all, aren’t wild horses destined to roam the vast expanse of freedom?

As the sun sets on another day, you find yourself back at the Bell Ranch, ready to lend a hand to Yoongi’s tireless efforts in transforming wild spirits into reliable working companions.

It’s enthralling to observe his technique; he operates in silence, an oasis of calm, patiently anticipating the horse’s subtle cues, waiting for that moment when it chooses to connect with him willingly, without coercion.

“Do you want to come and try?” His unexpected question catches you off guard, but a nod of agreement escapes your lips. You gracefully climb over the fence into the pen where he’s immersed in his work, ready to try your hand at the artistry of connecting with these untamed creatures.

Your voice carries a hint of nervous excitement as you inquire, “What should I do?”

The untamed beauty of a wild horse gracefully circles the outer ring of the pen, seemingly oblivious to your presence, and you can’t help but feel a surge of anticipation for the challenge ahead.

As Yoongi imparts his wisdom, he stresses, “The key is earning the horse’s trust. You have to show it that you’re trustworthy.” Absorbing his words, you nod in agreement, ready to embark on the journey of building a connection with the wild creature before you.

“How?” you question, a spark of wonder in your eyes, acknowledging the challenge that lies within the seemingly simple yet profound advice.

“You just have to be consistent in your actions. Don’t let nerves or fear cloud your presence. Be calm, attentive, and just exist in the moment,” he imparts, a casual shrug underscoring the simplicity of his advice, though the weight of its truth lingers in the air.

You observe the horse gracefully navigating the pen, its pace gradually easing into a leisurely stroll.

“I believe in patience and presence. I dedicate substantial time to be with the horse, letting it get to know me, building trust,” he remarks, his gaze fixed on the horse. “There’s a considerable investment in time before I even think about introducing a saddle to the equation.”

Nodding in agreement, you consciously steady your heartbeat. His advice echoes in your mind, urging you to shed the lingering nervousness, and you make a conscious effort to dismiss the slight unease settling within.

As he imparts his wisdom, Yoongi gestures toward the chestnut horse leisurely strolling within the pen, a familiar presence from his earlier endeavors. “I prefer letting the horse choose to come to me, to form that crucial connection. Once it ’joins up,’ a silent understanding unfolds, a testament to the trust we’ve built. Only then do I progress to more intricate training,” he reveals, his eyes focused on the equine companion he’s guided through this intricate dance before.

“I’ve devoted considerable time to this mare,” Yoongi shares, casting a fond gaze at the equine companion that has shared in the nuances of their bond. “Even though she has joined up with me multiple times, I find solace in revisiting the fundamentals.” He gestures toward the mare, a living canvas of equine tranquility.

As you observe, the horse moves with an easy grace, its body language a symphony of relaxation and curiosity. At times, it directs a glance in your direction, an unspoken invitation to engage, before returning to a rhythmic exploration along the fence line.

The overall demeanor is one of serene calm, a testament to the enduring connection fostered through patient dedication.

Your eyes gleam with newfound understanding, a smile playing on your lips as you seek clarification. “So the secret is to patiently wait for the horse to come to you?”

He chuckles, his laughter carrying the warmth of shared wisdom. “Not much of a secret, but it all boils down to patience, trust, and a bit of loyalty,” he confesses.

You flash a smile his way. “So, how long does it typically take for you to work your magic and gentle a horse?”

He lifts his hat, running a hand through his silver hair before settling it back in place. “Each horse is a unique case, so I don’t measure success by the clock. Some might quickly ’join up’ with me, while others are more complex. Horses, like humans, have their distinct personalities.”

You nod in agreement, recognizing the intricate nature of horses, almost as complex as humans. A soft chuckle escapes you, appreciating the way Yoongi speaks of the wild horses, as if they’re cherished friends in his world.

Your gaze shifts to the brown mare, curiosity lighting up your eyes. “Since you’ve already ’joined up’ with this one, what’s the next step in her training?” you inquire, eager to delve deeper into the fascinating world of horse gentling.

His eyes gleam with anticipation as he outlines the next steps in the horse’s training journey. “After establishing trust, I’ll gradually introduce her to the ranch environment—ropes, familiar noises, and gear on her back through gentle massages,” he explains, his voice tinged with hope. “Once she’s comfortable, I’ll proceed to the saddle and bridle, paving the way for the ultimate test—riding. But only when I’m certain she’s fully prepared.”

As you observe the mare approaching, curiosity twinkling in her eyes, you can’t help but smile. “It sounds like quite a journey, but I sense it’s a rewarding one,” you remark, your voice filled with genuine curiosity and anticipation, mirroring the mare’s gradual approach.

His words resonate with a warmth that matches his infectious smile. “You gain a friend for life,” he shares, his gummy grin embodying the depth of connection forged through this intricate process.

As the mare inches closer, a magnetic connection pulls you both into a silent communion. You turn your head slightly toward Yoongi, watching in awe as the graceful creature approaches him, gently resting its head against his back.

A deep sigh escapes the mare, and with a deliberate nudge, it pushes Yoongi forward, creating an unspoken bond that transcends the boundaries between man and horse.

Chuckling softly, he remarks, “She’s feeling a bit playful,” and turns around to tenderly caress the brown mare’s forehead.

As laughter escapes you, you marvel at the scene unfolding before you— the horse nuzzling deeper into Yoongi’s embrace. The profound trust and loyalty displayed in that simple gesture brings a radiant smile to your face.

As the distant sound of hoofbeats serenades your ears, your attention subtly shifts towards the source. A thrilling anticipation grips you, and even before your eyes meet the approaching spectacle, an instinctive certainty tells you—the wild horses are drawing near.

In their untamed grace, those wild horses emerge on the horizon, a breathtaking tapestry of freedom. Their beauty, an untethered symphony, etches itself into your soul. Despite Yoongi’s pragmatic warnings of their wild nature, your heart steadfastly champions their unrestrained beauty and the allure of their untamed spirit.

As the majestic herd gallops across the distant hill, your eyes are drawn to the obsidian grace of the black mare. Strange flutters of anticipation dance within your stomach, and Yoongi catches your gaze, sensing the magnetic pull that the mysterious creature exerts on your senses.

With a glint of curiosity in his eyes, Yoongi continues to tenderly pat the brown mare, and he turns to you with a question that sparks excitement, “Do you want to try and catch the black mare?”

Your gaze locks onto Yoongi, eyes widening with unbridled enthusiasm. Is it even a question?

The desire to capture that elusive black mare courses through your veins, even as a part of you acknowledges its wild spirit. There’s an inexplicable connection, a yearning in your heart for a creature that defies easy description.

It beckons to you, and you’re eager to answer its untamed call.

“We can certainly try,” you declare in a breathy voice, uncertainty mingling with excitement. The prospect of capturing that magnificent black mare hangs in the air, and though doubts linger, the anticipation of a thrilling ride fuels your determination.

With practiced finesse, Yoongi guides the brown mare out of the pen, seamlessly maneuvering it into its stall within the barn. Meanwhile, he deftly prepares his own horse, his movements deliberate and skilled, as you eagerly saddle up on Marshmallow, ready for the adventure.

Side by side, you and Yoongi charge towards the spot where the wild horses disappeared, the thundering hooves creating a symphony of freedom. The wind playfully teases your hair beneath your hat, adding a touch of exhilaration to the chase. Each gallop echoes with the rhythm of nostalgia, transporting you back to carefree days of childhood joy, and you wholeheartedly embrace the familiar melody of hoofbeats resonating through the hills.

Swiftly closing the distance, you and Yoongi seamlessly join the graceful dance of the wild horses, riding in tandem as if becoming one with the spirited herd.

“We’ll try and separate the black mare from the rest, okay?” Weaving through the thundering hooves, Yoongi’s voice pierces the rhythmic beat of galloping, a plan forming between you as you both flank the herd, aiming to isolate the enigmatic black mare from the wild symphony surrounding her.

Navigating the thundering hooves, your focus sharpens on the elusive black mare, a dance of determination and wild grace. As the herd courses through the terrain, a corridor of trees emerges, and with a masterful maneuver, Yoongi surges ahead, skillfully severing the ebony beauty from the chaotic canvas of the herd.

Now, in the quiet aftermath of the thundering herd, the black mare stands solitary between you and Yoongi, a majestic silhouette against the fading echoes of the retreating wild horses. The air is charged with a sense of captured freedom, and you can feel the pulse of anticipation building between you and the untamed beauty before you.

Amidst the stillness, Yoongi’s voice cuts through like a soothing melody, “Steady.”

His hands move with practiced precision, gliding down to the rope coiled at his saddle. In a fluid motion, he unfastens it, the rope dancing gracefully in the air above the ebony beauty standing before you.

In a surprising dance of trust, the mare offers only mild resistance as the rope gracefully settles into a loose circle around its neck. With a calm assurance, Yoongi guides his horse to a halt and approaches the black mare from horseback, step by deliberate step.

His soothing words weave through the air as Yoongi approaches the black mare, a promise of care and understanding. “It’s alright,” he assures, the resonance of his voice echoing a commitment to nurture and protect the newfound connection with the wild beauty before him.

Spellbound by Yoongi’s expertise, you marvel at the seemingly effortless capture of the black mare, a moment etched with both surprise and admiration for his skill in bridging the gap between untamed freedom and the prospect of gentle companionship.

Grinning with a mix of disbelief and triumph, you exclaim, “Well, that felt surprisingly easy,” relishing the moment where the reality of capturing the wild black mare settles in, leaving you in awe of your own accomplishment.

Guiding his horse into a slow trot, Yoongi glances at you and adds, “It isn’t always this smooth,” as he skillfully leads the black mare by the rope, a testament to the unpredictable nature of working with wild horses.

As you ride back to the Bell Ranch at a leisurely pace, the black mare in tow, anticipation courses through you. The prospect of working with the wild beauty, attempting to forge a connection as Yoongi does, fills you with eagerness and a hopeful determination. The challenge ahead, mingled with the thrill of the unknown, propels you forward.

As the ranch unfolds before you, Yoongi guides you to a spacious paddock. “We’ll release her here, let her experience a taste of freedom within these boundaries,” he explains.

“We can commence our efforts to connect with her tomorrow or the day after. Allowing her this time will help her acclimate.”

The thoughtful approach to the black mare’s transition into her new surroundings speaks volumes about the patience and care that defines Yoongi’s approach to his work with these wild spirits.

As Yoongi opens the gate to the paddock, you nod in understanding. Approaching the black mare, he expertly removes the rope from its neck with a gentleness that seems to convey a silent understanding. The mare remains serene throughout the entire process, a testament to the trust beginning to bloom between human and horse, captivating you with its silent beauty.

“Go on,” encouragingly, Yoongi gestures to the horse, and with a sudden burst of energy, the black mare leaps into a swift gallop. It bucks playfully, its powerful strides carrying it effortlessly towards the awaiting company of horses within the enclosure, a breathtaking display of freedom and untamed spirit.

Gratitude fills your voice as you express, “Thank you for capturing it.” You turn toward Yoongi, a warm smile of satisfaction lighting up your face. The joy of successfully corralling the black mare radiates from you, making the moment even more meaningful.

“No problem,” his response carries a friendly assurance, accompanied by a smile that lingers in the air. Together, you pivot, ensuring the gate clicks shut behind you, sealing in the triumphant atmosphere of your joint accomplishment.

As you savor the refreshing embrace of ice-cold water on the terrace, your sister joins you, gracefully claiming the adjacent chair.

You meet her gaze, an unspoken tension lingers in the air, and you instinctively adjust your posture in the chair, sitting taller, ready to listen to the words she’s about to share.

Her fingers thread through the tousled strands of her hair, a subtle sign of unease that sends a ripple of tension through the air. A thoughtful expression crosses her face as she breaks the silence, delving into the delicate topic. “I’ve been thinking about the inheritance,” she begins, and the gravity of her words hangs in the air. “You considered selling it for financial reasons, right?”

Her unexpected revival of the topic catches you off guard, and your eyes widen imperceptibly. “You’re right,” you admit, a touch of vulnerability in your voice. “Financial strain was indeed a factor in considering the sale.”

Her inquiry is direct, and you can sense the underlying concern in her eyes. “So, what’s the situation now? Do you still find yourself in need of money?” she leans in, her expression tinged with a hint of discomfort, acknowledging the sensitivity of the topic.

“No, I actually don’t,” no longer tethered by financial constraints, you respond with a reassuring smile, gently tracing the rim of your chilled cup. The unrelenting heat persists, making the solace of ice-cold refreshments all the more enjoyable.

Her expression morphs into one of confusion, a visible question mark etched on her face, signaling her inability to grasp the underlying meaning of your words.

Chuckles escape you as you take a refreshing sip of water, then leaning in across the table, your eyes alight with excitement. “I’ve been selling my paintings,” you reveal, the joy evident in your voice. “Capturing the essence of the ranch and the breathtaking nature around it has sparked a high demand. Surprisingly, I’ve raked in a considerable sum even before returning to the ranch.”

Jessi’s jaw drops momentarily, but soon her features transform into a mix of astonishment and pride. “Wow, I’m genuinely proud of you!”

Gratitude fills your smile as you respond, “Thank you,” basking in the warmth of her compliment.

A shadow of concern lingers in her eyes as she confesses, “I was getting worried you might still sell your share due to money problems…” Her gaze briefly drops to the ground before lifting, locking onto yours. “But I’m relieved that isn’t the case.”

You shake your head, a determined smile playing on your lips. “Don’t worry. I’ll never sell it. We agreed to do this together, right? Sisters running the ranch and all. Our legacy, our story.”

Her face lights up, a radiant smile stretching across her features as she emphatically nods in agreement, a silent understanding passing between you.

In the realm of childhood dreams, this reality surpasses every fleeting vision. Rediscovering the bond with your sister, the slow unraveling of shared memories, has proven to be an unexpectedly enchanting journey, far beyond the scope of your youthful imagination.

“Ease into the moment, let the rhythm of patience guide you,” Yoongi murmurs, a soft smile playing on his lips. As the ebony mare gracefully weaves circles around you in the pen, he offers sagely advice, “Today may not be the day of readiness, but that’s part of the journey. Stand your ground, let her spirit unfurl, and witness the magic unfold,” he continues, standing by your side in silent camaraderie.

Implementing Yoongi’s wisdom proves to be a formidable challenge; impatience pulses through your veins as you yearn for an instantaneous connection with the mare. Despite the echoing reminder that patience is the key, a fervent desire to befriend her lingers within you, creating a delicate dance between restraint and eagerness.

As the mare gracefully trots around, a surge of connection prompts you to share, “I’ve given her a name.”

His chuckle resonates beside you as he inquires, “You’ve already given her a name?”

With unwavering certainty, you announce, “Yeah. I’m calling her Mikrokosmos,” your voice carrying a trace of affection for the newfound companion.

Curiosity lighting up his eyes, he inquires, “That’s a cool name, what made you think of that?”

“I just thought she looked like the deep black night sky and space, as if she’s her own universe,” you muse, a small laugh dancing in your voice.

He smiles warmly and chuckles, “Well, it’s cute.”

You chuckle, feeling the impatience gradually dissipate, your shoulders easing into a more relaxed state. Mikrokosmos continues her lively dance, her nose flaring as she snorts audibly, thoroughly examining the fence and her surroundings with a mix of curiosity and untamed energy.

Yoongi pivots to meet your gaze, his expression a curious blend of emotions—is it pain or something else? Without a clear answer, he leans in, encroaching upon your personal space. Surprisingly, you don’t mind; after all, you’re friends.

Your attention shifts beyond him, catching sight of Jimin strolling from the ranch. A smile graces his lips as he approaches, and you reciprocate with a soft smile, a sense of giddiness washing over you at the prospect of reconnecting with him after a few days of silence.

Your assumption that Yoongi is leaning in for a friendly hug causes you to gradually envelop him in your arms. Unexpectedly, his face inches closer to yours—not in the platonic manner of a hug.

Suddenly, his lips meet yours, jolting you into a state of bewilderment, shock, and momentary paralysis.

Shock floods your widened eyes, and Jimin’s gaze mirrors the distaste and anger you feel. Hurt emanates from his eyes, causing your heart to plummet. The ground beneath seems to liquefy, dragging you into a pool of dismay. Yoongi’s unexpected kiss is not welcomed, not when you don’t harbor romantic feelings for him. Reacting swiftly, you push him away, your own eyes revealing a mix of hurt and anger. But as you prepare to address the situation, you catch Jimin turning away, retreating towards the ranch.

Fuck.

Jimin’s displeasure is palpable, a mirrored reflection of your own sentiments. Desperate to convey that the unexpected kiss held no significance, that it wasn’t your intention, your legs propel you toward the fence. Scaling it with urgency, you leave Yoongi and Mikrokosmos to their own devices, racing after Jimin. The wind whistles in your ears, and your heart pounds, driven by the fervent need to bridge the gap between you and Jimin, to unravel the misunderstanding that threatens to shatter the fragile threads of whatever you had going between you.

“Jimin!” Your plea slices through the air, racing to catch up with him. The yard looms ahead, but he remains elusive, navigating the space on his limping leg. Each step feels like a chasm widening between you, a silent testament to the unintended chaos wrought by an unwelcome kiss.

Breathless, you catch up with him, seizing his strong arm and urgently turning him toward you. “Jimin, it’s not what it seems—I need to explain!” The words tumble out, a cascade of sincerity, as you strive to convey the complexity of the moment, hoping to bridge the gap that has abruptly widened between you.

He halts abruptly, an aura of seething anger radiating from him like palpable waves of heat. His voice drips with venom as he accuses, “You kissed Yoongi.”

Your desperate explanation spills forth, the words rushing out like a cascade of untamed emotions. “No, I didn’t! He kissed me, and I didn’t want that. It meant nothing, okay?” Your heart pounds fiercely, echoing the thunderous hooves of a thousand wild horses. It’s suffocating; each breath feels like a struggle.

You yearn for Jimin to grasp the misunderstanding, to understand that you’re as bewildered as he is. The haunting question lingers in your mind: Why the fuck did Yoongi kiss you?

He’s a stark contrast to his usual self; anger consumes him, his breaths quick and labored, and every muscle in his body appears ready to burst with tension.

In those silent moments, he stands like a formidable statue, his thoughts shrouded in mystery. The air around him crackles with anger and disappointment, emotions that hang heavily between you, palpable yet elusive.

Exhaling a deep and frustrated sigh, he visibly attempts to ease the tension in his body, his words carrying an air of indifference, “I don’t care.”

Your jaw drops in disbelief; this wasn’t the reaction you anticipated. While understanding his anger, you had hoped for a chance to discuss it. His face reflects a mix of pain and fury, prompting you to reach out for his arm again. However, the moment your fingers make contact, he flinches, taking a step back as if your touch stings.

It feels as though your touch seared him, igniting a reaction that sends a pang of guilt through you. Desperate to convey that it meant nothing, you yearn to reassure him, yet his unwillingness to listen leaves you grappling with the weight of unspoken words.

His words cut through the air, laden with a hurt that goes beyond the surface. “You’re always into everybody else. It’s never me. I’m never the one,” he utters, his voice heavy with a profound ache. Each word feels like an anchor, dragging you into a sea of emotional turmoil, where you’re left drowning in the depths of his unspoken pain.

The ache lingers, his words a sharp sting that resonates through your being. In that poignant moment, you find yourself paralyzed, the words you long to express caught in the web of your emotions. You yearn to convey that he is the one, the orchestrator of the symphony that makes your heart resonate with love and purpose. Yet, the words remain elusive, trapped within the confines of your unspoken sentiments.

Why won’t they surface when you need them the most?

A torrent of tears threatens to spill from your eyes, and an overwhelming urge to scream builds within you as you witness him walking away, heading towards his house. Yet, your legs betray you, frozen in place as if your feet have fused with the very ground beneath you, rendering you immobile in the wake of your tumultuous emotions.

In a desperate attempt to bridge the widening gap between you, your hand stretches out, aching to grasp onto him. Your voice, a strangled plea, escapes your lips, echoing through the thin air, while tears carve rivers down the contours of your cheeks.

As he reaches for the doorknob, a profound moment unfolds. His gaze, once filled with a lively spark, now appears vacant. His complexion pales, a deep frown etches his features, and the hurt in his eyes sends unsettling tremors through your stomach, as if threatening to unleash a wave of nausea.

The door slams shut, echoing a resounding finality that leaves you hollow.

Your heart constricts, a blend of hurt and sadness flooding through you. Each breath feels slightly labored as you gather the strength to decide whether to confront Jimin once more or turn to Yoongi, demanding an explanation for what the fuck that kiss was about.

You comprehend Jimin’s anger and hurt, yet it was merely a kiss, and you’ve conveyed this to him. Why won’t he lend an ear to your explanation? It’s just a damn kiss. Why does this particular incident shatter him, especially when he’s aware of your past involvement with his brother?

Sensing Jimin’s reluctance to engage in conversation, you let out a sigh, realizing it might be wiser to allow him some time to cool off before attempting to discuss the matter further. Despite having emphasized to him that the kiss was not intentional and stemmed from a misunderstanding, you can’t help but wonder if he truly absorbed your words.

As you release another heavy sigh, the weight on your shoulders seems to lift slightly, and you turn your body toward Yoongi. In this moment of emotional turbulence, with your world feeling like it’s flipped upside down, you resolve to address the issue with Jimin later, once he’s had time to cool off. There’s a determination in your heart to explain, to make him understand that he is undeniably the one who holds a special place in your heart.

Returning to the pen with Mikrokosmos and approaching Yoongi, there’s a palpable tension in the air, both within you and emanating from him. As you ascend the fence, gracefully landing on the sandy ground of the pen, Mikrokosmos continues her playful trot around. You decide to let her roam freely for the moment, turning your attention to the visibly apprehensive Yoongi.

Your hand shoots up, accusatory finger pointed directly at Yoongi. “What on earth was that, Yoongi?” The words carry a mix of frustration and confusion, your voice demanding an explanation for the unexpected kiss that has left you reeling.

Fury courses through you as you confront him, your eyes ablaze with anger. “I can’t believe you did that, Yoongi. What were you thinking?” His pained expression hints at something deeper, and a momentary wave of confusion washes over your anger.

“I’m so sorry, I–,” he stammers, his shoulders slumped, an apologetic look in his eyes that matches the turmoil you feel inside. His deflated demeanor echoes your own, both marred by the chaos of emotions.

You brace yourself, waiting for his words, and he releases a heavy sigh. “Fuck. I’m so sorry,” he admits, absentmindedly kicking up the sand beneath his restless feet.

“I...I…” he stammers, and frustration builds within you as the seconds tick away, leaving you increasingly agitated by his apparent reluctance to offer an explanation for why he unexpectedly kissed you.

“I think I’m gay,” he suddenly blurts out, and you’re taken aback. Confusion clouds your expression as you blink, trying to reconcile this revelation with the unexpected kiss, leaving you grappling with a puzzle that refuses to neatly fit together.

He gazes at you, and it’s as if he can decipher the thoughts racing through your mind. Despite the lingering pain etched on his face, a genuine sorrow and deflation accompany his words, “I kissed you because I needed to know if there was a spark between us, as a man and a woman.”

You nod in a semblance of comprehension, though his reasoning feels like a puzzle missing a crucial piece, leaving you with an unresolved sense of confusion.

“For a while now, I’ve found myself drawn to men, but it feels... weird, you know? I thought, perhaps, your sweetness and kindness could kindle a spark of interest in women for me, but it’s all so confusing.” He casts his gaze downward, releasing a sigh of frustration, and you meet his troubled eyes with a profound sense of empathy.

“Oh, Yoongi. Why didn’t you tell me?” you sigh, reaching for his arm and offering a reassuring stroke.

“It wasn’t cool of you to kiss me,” you begin in a soft voice, searching for his gaze, your eyes filled with a mix of confusion and understanding.

“There wasn’t even a spark,” he confesses, his voice hiccuping, tears streaming down his face, a raw vulnerability in his eyes that leaves you both exposed and connected in that fragile moment.

You envelop him in a comforting embrace, his tears dampening your shoulder. Despite the lingering frustration over his impulsive kiss, you can’t help but feel a surge of empathy. He’s navigating uncharted emotional waters, and you sense the vulnerability in his tears, making you momentarily set aside your own turmoil.

“I’m sorry. It’s just... I don’t know what came over me. I’m so fucking sorry,” he whispers into the fabric of your shoulder, each word carrying the weight of regret, his tears leaving a palpable mark on your shirt.

“Yoongi, it’s okay,” you comfort him with a reassuring pat on his back. Mikrokosmos stands still opposite you both, a silent observer in the emotionally charged moment.

“Listen, you shouldn’t have kissed me. What you’re going through, you should’ve talked to me about it. And, please, there’s nothing wrong with liking men, okay? You can like whoever you want,” you assert, taking a step back to meet his eyes. “It’s going to be okay.”

Even through his tears and sobs, he looks at you with a puzzled expression. “Even with Jimin?”

Honestly, you don’t have all the answers, but you cling to hope. With a reassuring nod, you assert, “Jimin will come around.”

Days have passed, and the rift between you and Jimin remains unhealed. Every attempt to bridge the gap with words has been met with his silent retreat, leaving your pleas hanging in the air, unanswered.

Every passing day, the weight on your heart intensifies as Jimin continues to evade you. Returning to the ranch, the familiar routine with Yoongi feels strange, not because of any discord between you and him – you’ve reassured each other that everything is fine – but the unspoken tension with Jimin casts a shadow over the otherwise familiar landscape.

Diving into the world of wild horses with Yoongi acts as a soothing balm for your restless thoughts though, granting a momentary reprieve from the constant echoes of Jimin in your mind.

Today unfolds with a familiar dance between you and Mikrokosmos, each step a delicate negotiation of trust. Yoongi’s words echo in your mind, a reminder that forging a connection with her is a patient journey, a symphony of moments yet to be composed.

As Mikrokosmos gracefully weaves through the pen, Yoongi perches atop the fence, his keen eyes tracing the intricate dance between you and the wild mare, a silent maestro orchestrating a ballet of trust and understanding.

“Feel the rhythm of the moment, ease into it, and keep that calm composure,” he encourages, affirming your efforts with a reassuring nod.

“How have you been since last time?” you inquire, alluding to that unexpected moment when everything seemed to pivot with that unexpected kiss.

He wears a deflated expression, exhaling a sigh, “I’m still sorry for kissing you.”

“It’s fine. But I’m here for you. It seems like you could use somebody to talk to, don’t you think?” you inquire, wearing a soft smile.

He manages a small smile, though it’s faint. “Yeah, I haven’t really talked to anybody about it. It’s embarrassing,” he admits, his eyes reflecting a mix of vulnerability and relief.

“You have nothing to be ashamed of. There’s nothing wrong with liking men, women, transgender persons, non-binary persons, or none at all,” you reassure him with a warm smile, your attention divided between the conversation and the subtle progress with Mikrokosmos inching closer to you.

“A gay cowboy, that ain’t gonna be an easy trail to ride,” he sighs deeply, a sense of deflation settling over him once more.

“I understand, but I believe you’re being too hard on yourself,” you say with a gentle voice, aiming to provide reassurance.

“Is there anyone catching your eye?” you inquire, a note of hope in your voice, as you witness his eyes light up with a sudden sparkle, gradually breaking into a warm smile.

“There is, but I don’t think he reciprocates,” he confesses, a sense of deflation in his tone contrasting with the bright shimmer in his eyes.

“Have you asked him, or shared your feelings with him?” you inquire, turning your gaze toward Mikrokosmos. She ambles around, occasionally snorting at the soft sand.

“No! I’m too afraid to tell him. I don’t want things to change between us because of my feelings,” he confesses, the words tumbling out in an almost frantic shout, briefly startling Mikrokosmos.

You give him a sheepish smile; you truly understand his hesitation. It’s hard putting your heart and feelings on a platter. You don’t know if the other person feels the same or if your heart is going to get scattered. But, deep down, you believe it’s worth putting your heart out there.

Sometimes, the risk is what makes the reward extraordinary.

“When you’re ready, I believe you should tell him,” you say, infusing your words with the hope that resides within you, a hope that everything will unfold into something beautiful.

You sense an additional presence behind you, and as you turn around, you catch Yoongi fixedly gazing at something—or someone—over your shoulder. Intrigued, you pivot to find Jimin leaning against the fence, his gaze locked onto Yoongi.

Jimin’s voice slices through the air, a sharp edge to his tone that matches the intensity etched on his face. “I need you to drive into town and buy some new feed for the horses,” he instructs, the anger palpable in his words and expression.

“Sure boss,” Yoongi responds with a crisp nod, his acknowledgment carrying an undercurrent of tension, an unspoken acknowledgment of the brewing storm between you and Jimin.

Yearning for a chance to talk, you tentatively approach Jimin, hope lacing your voice as you softly inquire, “Hey, Jimin, can I talk to you?”

Your attempt at a warm smile hangs in the air, but he remains distant, his gaze piercing through you as if you’re invisible. Silence greets your plea, his lack of response a profound dismissal as he pivots away, retreating to whatever occupied his attention before.

Stunned and disheartened, you linger in disbelief, the weight of Jimin’s blatant disregard settling heavily on your shoulders. An unsettling sensation creeps in, the palpable silence amplifying the sinking feeling in your chest. Kicking at the sand with your boots, a surge of deflation courses through you, leaving you stranded in a sea of unanswered questions and unspoken tensions.

A somber expression clouds Yoongi’s face as he inquires, “He still hasn’t talked to you?”

Your head shakes in response.

The mystery of Jimin’s continued silence baffles you, each attempt to bridge the gap met with indifference. Despite your persistent efforts, he remains resolute in his avoidance, a clear indication of his desire to keep his distance.

You release a heavy exhale, frustration etching into your words. “It’s as if he’s deliberately ignoring and avoiding me.”

“Do you want me to talk to him? Clarify that the kiss meant nothing, and apologize for my mistake?” Yoongi offers, his willingness to step in as a friend evident. However, you hesitate, not wanting him to fight your battles. You’re convinced that Jimin simply needs more time to come around, right?

“No. I doubt it would make a difference anyway. I’ve already assured him that it was meaningless, so I don’t understand why he’s still so angry…” Your words trail off, spoken in a hushed tone, carrying the weight of your frustration and confusion.

Yearning for a breakthrough, you contemplate slipping into the dress Jimin gifted you back in the city. Maybe, just maybe, it will catch his eye and pave the way for the conversation you so desperately crave.

The unanswered questions weigh on you, leaving you bewildered as to why he won’t grant you a chance to clarify things.

Draped in the dress Jimin gave you, you delicately apply a touch of makeup, accentuating your features according to your own personal style. The anticipation lingers in the air, a silent plea for this subtle effort to break through the walls Jimin has erected.

As you finish preparing, you join the other girls outside the yard. Their outfits exude comfort and beauty, each reflecting their unique styles. Ara’s curly hair complements a simple shirt and knee-length skirt, paired with low heels. Ha-rin gracefully dons a sleek, figure-hugging dress. Your sister embraces a casual vibe with a shirt and jeans, a choice you appreciate. Meanwhile, Soo-ah stands out in a vibrant blue dress, accentuating her blonde hair. It’s just a casual outing to the bar, but the simplicity carries an understated elegance among the group.

Jessi confidently takes the wheel, her hands gripping it with purpose as you all pile into the car. With a decisive turn of the key, the engine roars to life, and she skillfully guides the vehicle down the dusty road, steering towards town.

As the car glides through the landscape, your gaze fixates on the passing scenery outside the window. The lively chatter of the other girls becomes a distant murmur as your thoughts wander into the realm of introspection. The vibrant colors of the world blur into a kaleidoscope, your mind lost in contemplation, oblivious to the conversations swirling around you.

Suddenly, a gentle poke interrupts your introspection, and you pivot to find Soo-ah’s cerulean gaze locked onto yours. Her concern echoes in the soft curve of her brows as she delicately inquires, “What’s troubling you?”

As you release a heavy sigh, frustration coursing through you like an electric current, you run your fingers through your hair. The tangled web of untold secrets and unspoken emotions weighs on your shoulders. The girls remain oblivious to the unspoken turmoil – the unexpected kiss from Yoongi, the revelation of his sexuality, Jimin’s furious reaction, and the ensuing silence that has settled between you and him like an unbreachable chasm.

“Jimin is mad at me,” as the words escape your lips, a heavy admission lingering in the air, you allow your body to slump against the car seat, a profound sense of deflation settling over you. This situation with Jimin is a bitter pill, a taste of discontent that lingers on your tongue.

This sucks.

Soo-ah’s gaze, a curious blend of concern and confusion, locks onto you as she poses the question, “Why is he mad at you? I thought everything was well since their party.”

“He saw Yoongi kiss me,” you sigh, the weight of frustration evident in the sound. A collective hush descends upon the car as the gravity of your revelation captures the attention of the rest of the girls.

“Wait, you kissed Yoongi?” Ha-rin’s eyes widen in surprise, her tone revealing a mixture of shock and curiosity.

“No, I didn’t kiss him. He kissed me. There’s a big difference!” you retort, crossing your arms over your chest with a frustrated huff.

Ara’s voice comes from the front passenger seat, cutting through the tension, “Oh. Do you like Yoongi now, then?”

“No! I still like Jimin. But he doesn’t want to talk to me since he saw that kiss. I tried to explain to him that it meant nothing, but he didn’t want to listen and slammed the door in my face…” you lament, the frustration evident in your voice.

“So he knows it didn’t mean anything?” Soo-ah inquires, her eyes probing for the truth.

“Yeah. I told him,” you respond with a nonchalant shrug, a mix of frustration and resignation lingering in your voice.

Your sister’s soft voice breaks the tension, drawing your attention. “Jimin is a very sensitive guy, you know?” she remarks, her words carrying a touch of understanding for both you and Jimin.

“I’m beginning to understand that, yeah…” you mutter, releasing another heavy sigh that echoes the weight of the situation.

“He’s quick to feel jealousy, especially when it involves his brother,” Jessi chimes in, her gaze fixed on the winding road ahead.

“But it was Yoongi, not Jungkook. I can’t wrap my head around why he’s upset about this but not when I slept with Jungkook,” you express, genuine confusion evident in your words.

“I believe he took time grappling with the fact that you were involved with Jungkook. It hurt him deeply. They have a competitive relationship, and if he can overcome that, it shows he truly cares for you,” your sister suggests, her voice carrying a hopeful tone.

“But why won’t he talk to me then?” Frustration seeps into your voice. All you yearn for is a conversation with Jimin, to express that you desire him, that you need him in your life.

“Did he say anything else?” Soo-ah inquires, her mind working to find a solution that might aid you.

Your mind races, and then it clicks— he did say something! “He did say: ‘You’re always into everybody else. It’s never me. I’m never the one’,” you share, the weight of those words lingering in the air.

A shared understanding seems to envelop everyone else, leaving you on the outskirts as they exchange knowing glances with one another.

“What is it?” you inquire, eager to unravel the undisclosed facets of Jimin’s life that have eluded you.

“I think he’s hurt,” Ara shares, causing you to roll your eyes. The frustration mounts as the question still persists: Why won’t he talk to you?

“Every time Jimin’s been in a relationship, they’ve always left him, whether for his brother or someone else. He’s never the one they pick,” Jessi shares, her voice tinged with sadness. She looks at you through the rearview mirror, her eyes holding a depth of understanding. “I think he’s hurt too, by always being picked last.”

Your heart plummets.

He did express that he’s ’never the one’, but in your heart, he’s ‘the one’ for you.

The realization hits you hard; you didn’t assure him of this crucial truth when he needed to hear it the most. If only you had voiced those feelings, perhaps you wouldn’t be grappling with this gut-wrenching sensation in your stomach.

“But he is the one for me,” you murmur in a hushed and almost imperceptible tone, yet the gravity of your words resonates clearly with the girls.

“Then tell him that,” Soo-ah urges, her hand offering a supportive squeeze on your arm.

You nod, grateful for the girls’ advice and your sister’s insights into Jimin’s past relationships. Determination courses through your veins as you clench your hands. Tonight, you’ve decided, you will talk to Jimin and bare your feelings to him.

How he’s the one who has held a special place in your heart since childhood, a crush that has only deepened with time. You yearn to confess that he’s the one you desire, envisioning a dance of closeness, where his arms envelop you, and your embrace reciprocates the warmth you’ve always craved.

You can do it. Tonight is the night.

As Jessi skillfully parks the car next to Jimin’s unmistakable blue truck, your heart quickens its rhythm. The sight of his vehicle acts as a silent cue, summoning the courage that has been building within you. Tonight, in the embrace of the bar’s glow, you are determined to release the words that have lingered in the depths of your heart, ready to unfold your emotions to Jimin.

Upon entering the bar, the lively scene unfolds before you: Jungkook and Yoongi engage in a fierce game of pool, drawing a crowd that includes Hoseok, Namjoon, and the mysterious guy from the party.

Meanwhile, at the bar, your eyes lock onto Jimin, seated intimately with a woman. Her laughter dances in the air as she leans into his touch, playfully twirling a strand of hair around her finger, while her hands find their way to his biceps, giving a teasing squeeze.

A vice tightens around your heart, squeezing it within the confines of your chest. It plummets, dragging you into an emotional abyss. The sensation is akin to a dizzying free fall, the room spinning uncontrollably before your eyes.

The girls sense your frozen reaction and swiftly grab your arm, forcibly steering you away from the heart-wrenching scene. Your body feels immobilized, as if they need to physically drag you away from the emotional vortex that threatens to consume you.

They usher you towards the pool table, where the mysterious guy introduces himself as Seokjin. As you make eye contact with Yoongi, his expression reflects both concern and sadness. The other guys share similar sentiments, but it’s Jungkook who breaks the silence, his voice heavy with regret, “I’m so sorry. I didn’t think he would bring a date…”

You feign a smile, attempting to conceal your true emotions behind a façade of forced cheerfulness, though you suspect everyone can easily discern the charade. Yet, you couldn’t care less about that.

Hoseok wraps you in a comforting embrace, whispering reassurances, “It’s gonna be okay.”

However, the words fall on deaf ears as a storm of emotions brews within. Far from feeling okay, you sense a hollowness. The night intended for expressing your feelings to Jimin has taken an unexpected turn, leaving you questioning if he’s truly moved on.

Your voice barely above a whisper, you cautiously inquire, “Is he dating her?”

The vulnerability in your tone reflects the internal struggle, torn between the desire for truth and the fear that it might shatter the fragile pieces of your heart. Despite the apprehension, you steel yourself for the reality you might have to face.

A heavy sigh escapes Jungkook’s lips as he confirms, “He is. It happened only a few days ago.” His words carry the weight of empathy, and his eyes convey a shared sorrow, understanding the depth of the wound that’s just been exposed.

“It’s Deiji, his old physiotherapist.” Jungkook adds with a heavy voice as he lets Yoongi have a turn at the pool table. His eyes reflect a genuine sadness, as does the whole group.

Your heart plummets into an abyss of confusion and hurt. Instead of choosing to communicate with you, he sought solace in someone else’s company. The ache in your chest deepens as you grapple with the unfathomable question of why he couldn’t have just spoken to you, choosing connection over the cold distance that now separates you both.

Your heart clenches, threatening to suffocate you with an overwhelming surge of nausea.

The sight of Jimin and his newfound companion engrossed in tender exchanges and affectionate gestures feels like a relentless assault on your senses. The lovey-dovey expressions, the sweet whispers shared in each other’s ears, and their gentle caresses become an unbearable spectacle, driving you to the edge of discomfort.

Ugh, you can’t take it.

Yoongi steps closer, intertwining his fingers with yours, prompting you to release Hoseok. His words carry a glimmer of hope, “Perhaps he just needs a bit more time to come around?”

Doubt seeps into your thoughts like a bitter poison. His swift transition to move on, without allowing you to explain or talk leaves you with a void, a concoction of sadness and a smoldering ember of anger burning within.

“I don’t think so,” a heavy sigh escapes your lips as you divert your gaze from the sight of Jimin and his new companion at the bar. Nausea knots your stomach, a visceral reaction to the realization that being in this room, in Jimin’s presence, is now a painful experience. The intention to confess your feelings replaced by the stark truth that his heart has found a different destination.

As the guys attempt to lift your spirits with a game of pool and some beers, the once familiar taste of the brew now carries a strange bitterness, unlike its usual comforting flavor. Your focus wavers, and it feels as though you’re observing the scene through distorted glasses, the world around you losing its usual vibrancy.

You believed that you and Jimin shared something unique—sure, you weren’t officially an item, but you were inching your way there, weren’t you?

Once more, you find yourself submerged in the vast ocean of your own emotions. If only you had proclaimed to Jimin that he was the one for you. If only you hadn’t frozen on that fateful day!

’What ifs’ echo loudly in the chambers of your heart.

Your fists tighten involuntarily, the bitter taste in your mouth mirroring the ache within. The past is immutable; all you can do is forge ahead. If Jimin has chosen to let his feelings for you fade, perhaps it’s time to release your own grip and move forward.

Easier said than done, as you find yourself hesitant to relinquish the tether to your emotions, unwilling to surrender to the prospect of letting go.

Throughout the remainder of the night, the guys make a genuine effort to lift your spirits. The once familiar taste of beer now repulses you so much, rendering you the designated driver. As a result, the girls indulge in even more libations, their laughter and banter echoing against the backdrop of your own subdued thoughts.

Amidst the melancholy, you find solace in witnessing their joy, and a genuine laugh escapes you when Yoongi triumphs over Jungkook at the pool table.

Despite the fragility of your heart, you can’t help but steal glances toward Jimin, engrossed in his conversation with this Deiji girl. A conflicted part of you contemplates confessing your feelings, but the shattered remnants of your confidence hold you back. After a week of deliberate avoidance, you doubt he would even spare you a glance.

As Jimin engages in conversation, the subtle traces of irritation etched on his face catch your notice, leaving you with a sinking realization that you might be the source of his vexation.

As you chauffeur the girls home that night, their laughter resonates within the car, yet your heart doesn’t resonate with the joy. Gripping the steering wheel tightly, your fingers mirror the clenching ache in your heart, and the darkness of the night reflects the shadows looming over the what-could-have-been with Jimin.

Engaging in work becomes your refuge, a distraction from the constant reverie of Jimin that clouds your thoughts. Despite your concerted effort, escaping his presence proves challenging, especially on his sprawling property. His distinctive soft locks and infectious laughter ripple through the yard, infiltrating the serene atmosphere where you and Yoongi diligently toil with the wild horses.

The sight of Jimin reveling in happiness with someone else ignites a bitter flame within you, a bitter concoction of disappointment and self-blame. As the waves of resentment crash against your emotional shore, you grapple with the realization that, perhaps, Jimin’s inability to engage in a mature conversation has tarnished the pedestal on which you once held him.

You and Yoongi dedicate your efforts to the brown mare, a patient companion in need of trust. Observing Yoongi’s skilled hands, you witness the delicate dance between man and horse unfold. His fingers caress the mare’s neck, traverse its sturdy body, and gracefully navigate down its legs, weaving a tale of connection and understanding through the language of touch.

With a practiced finesse, he shifts his hands back to the mare’s back, deftly applying his body weight as though securing an invisible saddle. The mare, a silent witness to this equine ballet, stands unperturbed, a testament to the trust forged between horse and human through the gentle language of handling.

“Calling it a day with this one,” he declares, a self-assured grin lighting up his face, even as the horse affectionately nudges his shoulder, sealing the unspoken bond formed in the tranquil dance of understanding.

Turning his attention towards you, he leads the brown mare away into the nearby paddock, asking, “Do you want to work on Mikrokosmos?”

Grateful for the distraction, you nod and reply, “Yes, that would be nice.”

Together, you walk back to the stables, anticipation building as you prepare to face the untamed spirit of Mikrokosmos.

With a sense of accomplishment, he entrusts you with the task.

Gently, you open her stall, and to your delight, Mikrokosmos willingly follows your lead. Lately, her trust in you has grown, allowing you to guide her without the need for a halter or a lead rope. Together, you stroll down to the pen, opening the fence and stepping inside, a testament to the bond you’ve formed.

Yoongi secures the gate behind you, swiftly leaping up to perch on the fence, his eyes keenly fixed on your every move as you begin your task.

As Mikrokosmos ambles around you in a deliberate circle, the rhythmic sound of her snorts fills the air, her curiosity piqued by the familiar scent of the weathered fence.

As Mikrokosmos gradually inches closer, a palpable sense of anticipation builds within you. Your desire for her to ‘join up’ intensifies, a connection you’ve been yearning for, still elusive in her hesitant movements.

Yet, in an unexpected shift, she retreats, leaving you with a subtle sense of deflation. The proximity you felt, a fleeting promise, slips away, and a tinge of disappointment lingers in the air.

From his perch atop the fence, Yoongi’s voice floats down, breaking the quiet, “Relax. Are you stressed or nervous?”

As the realization dawns, a mix of stress, irritation, and sadness swirl within you. A tumultuous cascade of emotions that might not be the best companions when seeking a horse’s trust.

Your head bobs in agreement. “I think I need to clear my head,” you admit, the weight of unspoken turmoil palpable in the air.

Understanding seems to pass silently between you and Yoongi. He gracefully hops down from the fence, offering a reassuring nod and a faint smile as you trudge back to the gate, unlocking it with a heavy heart.

You stride purposefully to where Marshmallow is tethered. Swiftly unfastening him, you deftly place your foot in the stirrup and swing your leg over the saddle. With a gentle kick to his sides, you urge him into a spirited gallop, the wind whipping through your hair as you both charge forward.

Without a word to Yoongi, you let Marshmallow take charge, giving him free rein to gallop ahead, the rhythmic beat of hooves on the earth harmonizing with the rush of wind in your ears.

As the wind weaves through your hair, the rhythmic gallop of Marshmallow beneath you becomes a soothing cadence, drowning out the tumultuous thoughts of what could have been with Jimin. Instead, you choose the liberating path of a blank canvas, letting your mind mirror the pristine slate before the stroke of a paintbrush. The open expanse before you becomes a metaphorical canvas for new possibilities, each hoofbeat a brushstroke on the masterpiece of your own journey.

Underneath Marshmallow’s rhythmic hooves, you traverse hilltops, wind through enchanting forests, and traverse expansive open lands. The beauty around you serves as a healing balm for your heart.

In the distance, a wild herd of horses captures your attention, prompting you to guide Marshmallow into a steady walk. In silent reverence, you approach, not wanting to disrupt the natural dance of the herd, but to observe them silently.

Before you, the wild horses grace the landscape with their untamed beauty, a sight that never fails to captivate. Gazing upon them, an unspoken yearning echoes within you — a desire to emulate their unbridled freedom, devoid of obligations, untouched by pain, liberated from the weight that burdens your gut.

Your hand gently strokes Marshmallow’s neck, a tender connection in the midst of your emotions. Tears trace silent paths down your face, and the horse, ever understanding, carries you through the ebb and flow of your heartache.

Oh, the weight of regret settles on your heart as you yearn for the courage to have confessed your feelings to Jimin on that fateful day when Yoongi kissed you.

If only the hands of time could rewind, granting you a chance to rewrite the narrative of your heart.

The pang of regret lingers, a bitter aftertaste staining your every thought.

Author’s note(2): Thank you so much for reading! 🌸 I would very much appreciate it if you reblogged the chapter, if you liked it ✨ A small review or a comment would also mean a lot to me, and even a like. But please, don’t be afraid to let me know what you think; your kind words makes me extremely happy 💜

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Solar, we need a plan to abolish Twitter as a whole. It’s truly madness. Why did I just click on Always with rose tag or something and see an SA edit and cocaine???? And then checked Suga challenge by Blinks and Tokkis where they are doing DUIs pretending like ARMY? Like ARMY are unhinged, Blinks are unhinged, NewJeans fans have somehow inserted themselves in this? JJKs have been whining since the beginning of Who and now with who radio ad claiming Jimin’s US streaming chart acclaims have fully lost their marbles. Jin solos are complaining because some Gucci event was cancelled and also Run Jin isn’t getting the same promo as Are You Sure (one is a YouTube show, one is on Disney, but who has common sense). TH fans are upset because Jin got Gucci. KARMY is legit split in half. Panchoa has never published these many articles in less than 24 hours. Shippers fighting in every corner. This platform is hands down not doing anyone any good. We need to destroy this.

Yea I saw…

Can’t stand how hypocritical armys are because they love acting like they have morals when it comes to what they think pjms are doing to JK but when it comes to BlackPink they do the exact same thing they’re accusing us of doing en masse. And then you have them silent yet again when JJKS are actively leading another hate campaign and spreading lies about Jimin and his numbers. Just aggy ash.

But Tokkis have been on some shit for a while now. Like ever since the army and payola tap dried up, feels like they’ve given up on actually moving for those girls or becoming more efficient for them (especially with a supposed comeback in December) and instead have decided to become trolls the same way blinks are.

On Jin’s show…I mean maybe it’s because I’m in my own Jimin only corner but even from the times I do creep on army twitter…who’s really watching it? Jin can be funny, but he’s not gonna hold my attention. It was never gonna get the kind of hype behind it like a show ft. JK and Jimin on it even if it was promoted.

Karmys are a mess though I have seen that but lbr. If half or even all of karmys decided to drop BTS their absence would not be felt cause they have not supported BTS in earnest in years. I think BTS’ time as a digimon over there is over. I still believe the comeback might do good but I can’t see them pulling Dynamite numbers again.

Honestly idk what’s gonna happen come 2025. Cause HYBE’s in the gutter with everything that’s been going on. But I can’t really bring myself to care about the fate of anything in the end either.

#I just want Jimin freed from all of it

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date: 27/07/2024

mdi // masterlist // playlist

—Now playing: Eternal Sunshine by Jhené Aiko ✫

On a random summer morning, Daphne would've stated that what woke her up was that one ray of light which slid in the cracks between her curtains and landed straight on her face but that morning, things were different.

After crying and falling asleep on the bus, waking up barely two bus stops before hers, frantically gathering her things, pressing the button to request the bus stop, and running under the rain with the scarce protection of her backpack on her head, she reached home, puffy eyes, fortunately for her, nowhere to be found.

No one noticed her come in until she was upstairs heading to her bedroom. Her mom greeted her, welcomed her back and quickly asked about her day while she went downstairs. She didn't know but Daphne was thankful for her inattention because she really didn't want to talk so seeing her mom's satisfaction at her pretty dry response, she sighed in relief and proceeded to her bathroom for a good shower.

After stripping down and before stepping into the shower, she noticed her reflection in the mirror. Others couldn't see it but she could. She could see how much she'd cried and she hated it, despised it. Her eyes surely weren't as puffy as they were right before she fell asleep on the bus but she could still catch a little puffiness, subtle redness around her eyeballs and an overall messy look that made her feel disgusted, ashamed of herself.

To avoid beating herself up more than she was already, she walked into the shower, eyes fixed on the floor. With her head hanging low, she stood under the shower head. Her eyes slowly closed when the water hit her. The temperature was initially low, cold water trickled down her head before warmth followed and eased the discomfort, causing goosebumps to rise.

Once she felt better, she lifted her head and let the water hit her face as well, finally moving and not simply standing still.

As usual, after times like this, a feeling of intense self-care would overwhelm her, pushing her to work on herself with a daintiness that her body enjoyed. No hurry, no overlooking but dedicated and patient gestures as she rubbed her body and combed through her hair.

Indeed, once she was out, her body felt perfect, so good as if she was gliding through clouds on a bright summer day.

With the towel around her body and a smaller one holding her wet hair, she went back into her room to look for the comfiest fit she could wear. Only once she was dressed did she step back into the bathroom to dry her hair and take care of her face to the sounds of calm music.

Once the hair was dry, she softly combed through it, fingers following right after the brush for a flawless result. As she did so, she looked at her reflection, tilted her head a bit looking for traces of her stress only to find none. A quick and subtle smile changed her expression as she was glad to be looking normal while she still felt a bit ashamed for being so dramatic.

She looked so good in the mirror, happy so where did all that come from? She still wondered, refusing to believe that just that stupid school subject made her lose it like that.

Once she was done with the routine, she finally reached for her phone to turn the music off and, while at it, she moved on social media to look for any late afternoon updates from those she followed. That was when she noticed that Cleo had taken a picture at the library and posted it on her stories, tagging all of them.

A sad smile rose as she reposted the story, reminiscing what she labelled as an overdramatic episode of her life she'd gladly delete if given the chance.

Right before exiting the application and turning the device off, she quickly switched accounts, moving on to the fake one she'd recently created for information purposes.

He had posted something on his stories, a video taken in school. It focused on Jungkook and Jimin gripping the same sandwich and fighting to get ownership. Daphne wondered what they thought would happen if they both gripped and dragged on it when she saw them both flying to the ground with roughly cut pieces of the sandwich in their hands.

The thoughts immediately flew out of her mind when she heard Taehyung's laugh in the background which made her unconsciously smile. Smile maybe a bit too much as she caught herself in the mirror and mentally slapped herself back to her senses. But, again, she didn't notice herself smiling when she looked down at her phone and registered the sound of his laugh in her head.

She'd give the world to be the reason he laughs. She'd give the world to be the one making him happy.

Soon the story rolled to an end—better said, after replaying it over and over, Daphne had realised that it was enough and finally let it automatically end and leave her screen.

Done with keeping herself up to date with her crush, she turned the phone off and caught her reflection once again.

Pushing some hair behind her ear, she wondered how she looked in school and whether it was how she liked and how he liked. Last week, she talked to Jungkook who's one of his closest friends meaning that he was close, very close to her so she had to look good, grabbing the chance now rather than later.

Her cheeks caught soft warm shades and she immediately shook her head, slapping herself for behaving like that despite the soft giggles that she emitted. All that was in vain because she finally gave into the fantasy, smiling as she threw herself on the bed, turned upwards and looked at the ceiling like it was the surface for her to project her fantasies, her personal cinema.

Her room was mostly silent if one didn't consider the sounds coming from downstairs, the panting of Loki and Luke walking up and down and the ticking sounds of raindrops hitting her window. Outside was a full downpour making it seem like a random spring day.

Objectively, the view outside is considered sad and depressing but it was exactly what Daphne liked. She couldn't go out to run under the rain because her parents would never let her—and she'd also finished her night routine—but she didn't hold back from drifting off to sleep, letting the soft noise ease her mind to rest.

Her body was spread out on her bed, lying on her blanket hence the new blanket she found on herself in the morning thanks to her father's doing.

She didn't know at what exact time she went to bed. Just knew that she came home very late in the afternoon, spent over an hour in the bathroom, an extra thirty minutes drying her hair and, once her back hit the soft surface of her mattress, her body just wanted to remain like that and rest not caring that he stomach was empty. Again, the rain contributed to making her feel better.

She woke up earlier than usual because she'd gone to sleep just as early. The door to her bedroom was left ajar allowing her to see the sleeping figure of Loki right in front of it. Luke was sleeping in the room.

Sitting up, she stretched her body out, a smile on her face, one that was honestly unwarranted. She didn't have a good reason to be smiling so brightly on a Friday morning, especially after yesterday. She'd just had an incredibly great sleep despite being in school and not on holidays.

Getting out of bed, she silently walked to her bathroom to brush her teeth and ease her uncomfortably full bladder. Once she was done, she looked at her reflection in the mirror and smiled, feeling pretty. She was just so giddy that morning. So giddy she twirled her way back to her bedroom and to her desk to check if she had homework since she'd done nothing school-related the previous night and it was still early.

A quarter to six, she closed her books and prepared her school bag before heading to change. Taehyung was probably very close to her in school. His classroom could be on the same floor. He could see her roaming the hallways so she had to look the best and stun him with her looks. She wanted to look like herself but also good as fuck.

She didn't want to go for skirts or shorts—the weather outside was a warning—so she started going through her pants, looking for the right one.

The look she wanted wasn't anything extraordinary. She just wanted to think about her fit a bit more than usual, look at herself in the mirror and imagine the impression she'd leave on others.

The pants were lowrise so she chose a pair of panties that had a lacy band so if anyone accidentally caught them, they would see something nice. The pants fit her legs perfectly but were just a bit longer on purpose, giving them a flared look despite not being so.

She hopped in front of the mirror still dressed in her bra, the chosen pants and her lacy panties peeking out.

Her excitement caused Loki to bark, wanting to be happy with her. She smiled and told it to keep it down.

The bottom of the trousers crowned her ankles down to her heels, leaving out just her toes covered in grey socks. Looking at herself for a bit longer, she wondered what shirt would top the fit and once something came to mind, she rushed back to her wardrobe.

The chosen shirt was a square-necked ruffle grey and white top which ended in a curve a few centimetres before the band of her panties.

Another smile rose on her face, looking at the result in the mirror and feeling proud of her handwork. She looked like herself and, most especially, good as fuck.

To finish the look, she needed a few accessories, the right pair of shoes—which ended up being a pair of black All-Stars—and a good hairstyle.

She started with the latter, curling her hair and bangs to accentuate their wavy nature.

While she left her bangs in the curlers, she put on a little makeup: some concealer here, soft eyeliner wings with the help of her pencil, a little tint to her cheeks and lips before finishing everything up with some lipgloss.

Looking at the result, she felt like she was good to go. Her hair needed no extra adjustments. Then she went back to her room and rummaged through her jewellery box in search of the right accessories.

She wore a silver necklace with a heart pendant given to her by her grandmother, wore matching earrings and a few silver bracelets and rings.

When she checked the time, she noticed that she was right on time to calmly have breakfast so she grabbed her bag, phone and turned off the lights before heading downstairs—Loki and Luke following her like guardian angels.

"Hey, darling. Had a nice sleep?" her mother chirped, catching her figure in the corner of her eye. Daphne nodded, heading closer to know what she was up to. "Granny made this yesterday and wanted you to try them but you got home and went straight to bed,"

"I didn't go straight to bed. I was tired and had a nice shower and that was probably what made me fall asleep," her mother simply nodded in acknowledgement before serving her the cupcake, reminding her to tell her opinions so she could refer them to her grandmother.

As she dropped the plate on the table, Daphne took a book from her bag to read while eating but, right after opening the page and close to biting on the cupcake, someone rang the bell.

—Now playing: Venus In The Sea by Ha Vay ✫

"I'll get it," the dad said as he was passing right by the door. "Oh, hey, Cleo!" he greeted and the respondent hurriedly greeted back, poking their head inside in search of something or, better, someone. Once her eyes landed on Daphne, her face lit up and she rushed inside messily taking her shoes off and closing the door. All this left the father surprised.

"Hey, Daph," she sang, hopping onto the chair next to her friend's, "Hey, Cleo," Daphne smiled, closing her book and biting the cupcake. Before Cleo could utter a word, Daphne's mom asked if she had had breakfast and, after receiving a nod and greeting the young girl, she left and went upstairs.

"Okay, now you can ask," Daphne encouraged, knowing exactly what Cleo wanted to ask her. "How are you?" the question finally arrived, a shy smile on Cleo's face because her moves had already been predicted.

"Fine, great in fact," Daphne smiled back, withholding her expressions as she bit on the cupcake and enjoyed the taste.

"Oh, that's wonderful. I'm sorry for yesterday. I didn't mean to come off rude or increase your distress. I genuinely wanted you to calm down—"

"You ain't the one that should be apologizing. I am the one sorry for causing trouble and using y'all like my punching bags," Cleo waved her hands in her face, wanting her to seize talking. "What do you mean? Don't be apologizing. You did nothing,"

"I was overdramatic,"

"Girl, you were basically having a mental breakdown. There's no space to be overdramatic," Cleo rolled her eyes, surprised that she was even having such an argument.

"I understand the stress but I fear I came off too rude to Nick. I basically called him dumb because he wasn't studying as he should. I'm like Valerie now—" Cleo almost choked on her spit.

"You've got to be kidding me! Valerie? You don't know that girl and if you did you would never compare yourself to her. You were having a mental breakdown. Valerie mocks people for breakfast, lunch and dinner so," Daphne smiled and didn't utter another word, wanting the topic to die off and, as if she'd read her mind, Cleo changed the topic.

They kept talking throughout Daphne's breakfast, as they walked to put their shoes on and out of the house, as they greeted their family and walked to the bus stop and as they got on it when it arrived.

—Now playing: Cosmic by Red Velvet ✫

Whenever Daphne was talking to Cleo, she could barely pay attention to her surroundings and worse was when Cleo was leading the way in a space where only a person at a time could walk so when Cleo supposedly replied to Daphne by saying "Hi, Taehyung. Hi, Adrielle", her brain almost stopped for a moment, fearing she was losing it and her fantasies were coming to life. The fear increased when she caught the male figure sitting just a seat away from her usual one.

The two people Cleo addressed greeted her back while Daphne remained silent, only smiling at them once she'd sat down.

Cleo proceeded with the conversation mindlessly without noticing the rush of emotions that were making her friend lose it right next to her.

One moment, Daphne was imagining everything, smiling like a fool at images coined by her brain and the next she was sitting just a seat away from the culprit. Cleo didn't notice all this because she was used to just talking and Daphne to just listening so the silence didn't spike any confusion but if she'd paid more attention, she would've noticed how Daphne still hadn't brought her book out, how she still hadn't dropped her bag on the side and made herself comfortable. Maybe she would have noticed how she was rubbing her knees and thighs, how she was adjusting her hair and how she just randomly smiled at her. She would've also noticed her taking her sweater off despite the weather not being hot enough for it since the sky was still grey, covered in clouds, and the air was laced with a mildly chilly breeze.

Don't blame her though because all this happened in a short period before Daphne reset her brain and started acting unbothered.

If Taehyung knew that she was faking it, he would've asked to borrow the ability because he, on the other hand, was having a hard time not checking the corner of his eye every damn second.

The last time he'd seen her was the previous day when school was dismissed as she walked out down into town with her friends and, despite the distance, he felt his blood rush harder than usual but now that she was next to him, he started sweating as he discarded his sweater too.

They were similar in a sense. They were both feeling abnormally hot, they both now had a book between their hands they weren't reading but pretending to and they both had inattentive friends who couldn't notice them.

Adrielle was busy finishing some notes on her tablet and the only time she took her eyes off it was when the girls got onto the bus and greeted them. And, to add to it, she had her Airpods on.

The only difference between Taehyung and Daphne was that the girl was bad at checking people out without them noticing while he was a master at it so Daphne opted to fully invest in her book to avoid embarrassing moments while he could easily multitask and observe her in detail like he's been doing throughout the week.

They both had the same brand of shoes on, hers were black while his were grey. Her jeans were dark blue while his were plain black. She wore a nice top while he had a simple white graphic T-shirt.

Being so close allowed him to notice that her posture was indeed perfect and calming and that her hair was splendid. Their texture was very smooth and they curled around the ends the same way her curtain bangs did.

He sneakily peeked to check the title of the book and read 'A Self-portrait In Letters'.

This time around, she didn't put her headphones on but her legs were still crossed one on the other. It was then that he remembered he didn't know her name nor the sound of her voice. He's been calling her by the name 'Lauri' in his head, a name he coined from her Instagram profile deducting that '4lavrel 'stood for 'a laurel'—also thanks to green plant emoji sitting next to the letter 'D'.

The beautiful girl he was next to went by the name Lauri for him. Now he just had to attach a voice to her image.

He regretted not paying great attention to his surroundings. Only so he maybe would've caught the sound of her voice when she was talking with Cleo. Even if he forced himself to think about it in that moment, the only voice he'd imagine sounded exactly like Cleo's because it was the voice he already knew and could attach to the moment the girls got onto the bus.

Honestly, it would've been a problem if he didn't recognise Cleo simply by the sound of her voice since Jungkook was basically her greatest fan and is frankly always around her.

From the way things were going, it didn't seem like Lauri would be talking until they reached school, especially since he's observed how focused she could get when reading.

Adjusting himself in his seat, he put his Airpods on and smiled. The simple fact of being next to her was enough to excite his teenage heart and have it dancing to a happy tone in his chest.

On the other hand, Daphne had been reading the same sentence over and over again, understanding only the first words, getting distracted and having to restart again. All this because of the ethereal human next to her who has been the lead character starring in her fantasies.

She caught him in the corner of her eye resting his head against the seat with both ears covered by Airpods and eyes closed. He looked so pretty, she thought observing the curves of his side profile that brought his face to life.

Personally, she thought that the look of one's hair played an important role in the overall visuals and he was the perfect example for it. The way the soft curl of his dark hair draped in front of his face, drawing beautiful lines on his cheeks, along with his eyelashes, was graceful.

He had a subtle smile across his lips which left her wondering and envying whatever he was listening to that caused his happiness.

Even if he wanted to, he wouldn't be able to see her as she observed him from the corner of her eyes because of the bangs crowning her face making her eyes invisible from the side but she didn't know this. She just hoped he wouldn't catch her red-handed falling into the temptation to admire him in his majestical beauty.

Her plans, though, were fucked up by the extra presence that decided to place itself in between the two. She immediately regretted the empty seat and hoped she had the balls to sit right next to him—she would've never even if she did.

"Hey, Jimin," Taehyung greeted, Adrielle's voice following next.

It was just Jimin. Another one of his closest friends and yet she still wanted to knock him out for placing himself right there like the seat wasn't empty and right next to his best friends.

Only then did she decide to put her headphones on, sad that her plans were obstructed by a clueless Jimin.

—Now playing: End of Beginning by Djo ✫

"Finally!" Nick and James exclaimed and clapped when the bus opened its doors. Asher simply smiled next to them seeing how flustered they'd made their friends.

Daphne's eyes almost bulged out of their sockets as she caught red hues on her cheeks while Cleo simply laughed.

"What the fuck? We're right on time," she laughed, grabbing James and Nick with herself, wishing to disappear that instant.

The two followed her up, laughing like naughty kids. Behind them, with an invisible smile—because he obviously couldn't broadly smile in front of his friends—was Taehyung, watching like he always did.

"He's been waiting because baby boy Dominic couldn't sleep this night," James jokingly mocked, dodging Nick's punch to proceed talking, "He felt so guilty after yesterday so he bought you a little snack."

Daphne smile widened, softening at the thought and the action. "Aww, you didn't have to. I don't hold grudges on things like that neither did you do anything."

So, Daphne had a thing when it came to crying. She would never cry in front of others nor tell anyone she did, not wanting to worry anyone but once you asked her how she was fairing, why she was crying or did gestures like Nick's, she would lose it and burst into tears.

And that was how her friends were now in a corner in front of the school gates, making a human wall for coverage and cause no commotion while Nick tried consoling a crying Daphne, feeling bad since he couldn't decipher the cause of her tears.

"I'm sorry... I-I didn't know you cry for... snacks," he hesitated, wanting to make a little joke to ease the atmosphere but still felt bad because he caused her to cry.

"They're tears of joy. I don't just normally cry for any snack, dumbass" she laughed with red and glittering eyes while trying to soothe his worry and clean her tears without messing up her makeup.

Cleo and James laughed. Asher simply smiled again.

Once she was settled, she took the snack and thanked him with a warm hug and, since the only way to confirm that she was indeed happy for Nick was by hearing her laugh, he picked her up and spun her around a bit, gaining a mix of a shriek and a laugh from her.

"Okay, okay, okay. Put me down," she softly laughed, pushing against his shoulders, "And what if I didn't?" he threatened, spinning her a bit more and this time she screamed his name before he finally dropped her.

"God. You're unbelievable, Nick," she giggled, placing the snack in her bag and adjusting her outfit.

"Now that you ain't crying no more, put on your sweater before you catch a cold," Cleo handed it to her smiling, glad she was happy again.

Soon the gates opened and the few students present walked into school.

As Daphne and her friends walked in, so did Taehyung and his friends. He had observed everything, grew a bit jealous for a moment but it all faded into envy which he had for Nick—would do anything to have her laughing like that, to be the reason why she'd be laughing like that in the first place.

—Now playing: See You Again by Tyler, The Creator, Kali Uchis ✫

Thankfully for Daphne, Fridays present no physics classes so the day would lack anything stressful, in fact, Fridays contained pretty boring classes, classes that weren't like maths, physics or chemistry so it was easy for her to get distracted when Cleo created a room for the five of them to play during class.

It was a mobile game of cards and they were playing singularly, everyone for themselves.

Since Asher, Nick and James weren't sitting close to the girls, they kept turning their heads to glare or smirk at each other as they played. It was also funny to hear one of them cuss from time to time in victory or failure.

Their classmates didn't really know the reason. Couldn't understand that the giggling girls were connected to the chit-chattering and cussing boys. They only realised it when the break-time bell rang and a whining James rushed over to the girls, claiming they cheated when it wasn't possible.

"James, it's impossible to cheat. It's a freaking mobile game," Cleo laughed, caressing his arm not in a friendly way but in a pitiful one, jokingly mocking him for being so bitter about losing . He understood right away and swayed his body away from a laughing Cleo. She was laughing like a literal maniac.

"I honestly didn't know Cleo could get this competitive," Daphne admitted, turning her phone off and putting it in the back pocket of her jeans. She wanted to exit the classroom for two reasons: first, she wanted to get some fresh air; second, she had to impress someone. Yes, he was sitting right next to her in the bus but he obviously couldn't catch her outfit well enough and she had no space to sway her hair and stun him.

Oh, only if she knew what already happened...

"She's crazy competitive. It's what makes her good at volleyball—"

"Or any type of sport," Cleo specified. Without any question, they followed Daphne's lead and went to their usual spot by the window and she placed herself in the same position not for any special reason but because she didn't in which direction his classroom was neither was she sure it was on this floor at all.

She let herself be carried away by their conversation until an extra person joined: Avyanna and Jimin walked right past them while Jungkook stopped to hang out, ditching his friends.

If Daphne didn't control her facial expressions as best as she did in that moment, her friends would've thought she was interested in Jungkook and glad to have him present. No, no, no. To her, Jungkook's presence meant that he was close, somewhere around here.

She sneakily looked around absentmindedly, trying to come off as unbothered but Jungkook caught her in the act. He didn't exactly know why her eyes were wandering but her attempt to not make it obvious failed regardless. If he had had any suspicions, this would've confirmed his theories.

Despite how much she checked around though, her eyes didn't land on who she wanted because who she wanted wasn't in the hallways. He didn't leave his classroom. He was still sitting at his desk, listening to Adrielle's to-do list for the campaign.

He wanted to go out and entertain his fantasies but he couldn't just yet until finally Adrielle noticed his body language and deducted that he wanted a break so she turned her tablet off, apologized like there was really something to be sorry about and excused herself to the bathroom.

Taehyung followed right after, grabbing his snack from his bag but he stopped at the door of the classroom. He didn't exit.

Strangely, he started feeling a bit shy especially once he saw her standing in the usual spot. She didn't know, better, didn't believe, that he had studied her outfit but he did thanks to his skills in observing from the corner of his eye without raising suspicions. He'd studied every detail of her and was very quick in recognising her in the hallway.

He thanked the heavens the classroom was basically empty and there wasn't anyone seeing how widely he was smiling because of the bubbly feeling within him.

Only the heavens know how his insides would've been if he knew that she turned around looking specifically for him only to catch Adrielle walking past and to the bathrooms. Only the heavens know how he would've been if he knew that she really wished he was next to Adrielle, really wished to be sitting right next to him on the bus earlier and that she really wanted to show him her outfit and impress him—she felt so pretty that day.

Only the heavens know what she would have done if she knew that he'd already noticed her outfit, that he thought it was perfect, that he also wished her to have been sitting right next to him on the bus earlier, that he was just waiting for the right moment to step up, that he followed her with her eyes while he made his way to Jungkook's car at the end of the day and that he felt like she was dropdead gorgeous, way above pretty.

'Pretty' was just a cute way to label the majestic features that brought her to life.

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a comforting friend | jimin drabble

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Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Genre: fluff!, a bit of angst, friend!Jimin au, established friendship au, hopelessly in love jimin, clueless reader sigh

Rating: 18+ only

Warnings: pining Jimin, longing (yeah this is an actual warning)

Summary: There is not much else he’d want except you.

Word count: 600ish (drabble)

A/N: this was totally random, the idea came to me the other night, and i wanted to write something short and sweet and a little angsty bc that’s who i am!! anyway, here’s Jimin being an angel, sweet boy, and so helplessly in love with you (he's down terrible i fear.) it is for a mature audience because I am an adult and would like to only interact with anyone over the legal age, so thank you for being here and reading my work!! let me know if you liked it <33 your kind words make me swoon :]

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Jimin watches you make your way across the room toward him. You saunter, frowning and holding your hand to your forehead. He feels the corners of his lips tug down, mirroring your expression of all evening. “Come here,” he says, motioning his hand at you towards his lap. He sits silent and unmoving, his gaze never leaving you.

You sigh deeply, approaching him. He stares at you as you close your eyes, beginning to recount your story. Begrudgingly, he listens. His chest hollows out, and he feels his stomach sink at the mention of a kiss taking place. Still, he offers you a smile, nodding at you to continue despite the perspiration in the palm of his outstretched hand and the sick feeling of emotional turmoil closing in on him; he swallows hard at the saliva in his throat. He’s overcome with a need to double over in absolute agony.

Oblivious to an antagonized Jimin in front of you, you resume your story. Unsparing of the harsh details that don’t mean much to you but cut through Jimin with ease. “It was so…” you sigh, plopping on the couch alongside him. Annoyed at the memory of your abysmal date, you curl into Jimin’s side. His heart begins to thump viciously in his chest, and he looks at you, startled. “Can you hold me?”

Of course, he can. There is not much else he’d want except you. Jimin wraps his arms around you, tucking your head under his chin. Timidly, he places small kisses on your head. “I’m sorry the date wasn’t any good. I know he went home mad at himself for screwing up,” he offers, caressing your hair, his gaze glassy and distant. His mind is elsewhere, wondering what it’d feel like to be seen as something else but a friend, wondering how it’d feel to be deeply loved by you; he doesn’t notice you shifting underneath him and craning your neck to look at his perplexed expression.

“You okay, Jimin?”

“Yes, sorry,” his cheeks burn, and he wonders how long he’d spaced out for. “You look very pretty, by the way. Your hair is soft.”

You scrunch your nose at him, smiling. “You’re just being nice.”

“I mean it, though.” He chews the inside of his lip, feeling his heartbeat in his throat. He’s biting back the urge to say more. The words suffocate him, a prolonged confession waiting to be released.

You sigh, stretching out your legs. “I wish everyone understood and saw me like you do,” you murmur, clutching his arm to your chest.

Jimin can feel your heart beating in your chest, the feeling coming to him in slow timely thuds, nothing compared to the quick pace of his chest at the mere closeness of your touch. “What happened?” He wonders.

“Do you really want to know?” You quirk an eyebrow at him though he can’t see it.

“Yes,” he lies.

“He didn’t offer to pay for me. He didn’t compliment me, and I got my hair done today,” you pout, turning on your side. Your cheek is now pressed against his lap, earning a flustered sigh from Jimin. “I really thought it would be good. He was so nice through chat,” you add, frowning.

Jimin runs his fingers through your hair, an ache about him as his eyes flutter at the sight of you in his lap. He’s quiet, but his mind is askew. The words he can’t bring himself to say are entangled in every corner of his brain. Instead, he hums a song you like, shifting your gloomy expression. Suddenly, you burst through his thoughts: “Jimin?”

“Yeah?” His heart pace quickens.

“I love you.” You hug his arm, planting a kiss on his wrist.

“I love you too,” he drawls with a dreamy air. He watches how your side rises and falls with each breath you take. “I want you to be happy,” he adds, running his fingers through your hair.

“I am happy with you,” you reply, smiling, eyes closing.

“I am, too,” he whispers. And briefly, he longs to take your face in his hands and kiss you but instead, he swallows hard at the saliva in his throat, clenching his jaw as he presses a tender kiss to your temple.

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voiures · 11 months ago

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Le monstre.

The recital: 2023, December, 30th.

Everything is too loud. He once believed ballet dancers are loved because they are silent. There is no personality there, save for delicate, perfect emotion conveyed with smiles and glitter at the corner of the eyes and the ever-so-soft tap of wood blocks en pointé. To be silent was its greatest miracle. Humans aren’t designed to flit as soft as butterflies without making a sound. It’s what makes ballet dancers inhuman in ways others can only sigh wistfully at. But now he feels like he’s too loud. All he knows is when he looks into those pair of eyes that are watching him, his brain aches with gaps in his memory that shouldn’t be there. Unspoken things, actions that may or may not have happened. Jimin’s body has been abused so much by his own attacks, that it’s stopped trying. It trails along after the much quicker synapse of his mind. He’s in good shape now, but there’s always a cost. Addiction is a slippery slope and he falls fast. All it takes is one look, a shift of mood, the twirl of a ballet dancer’s foot en pointé. And all the way through, the stage is touched by green.

Jimin has the prima ballerina in his arms, the spotlight shining on them. They look like angels breaking through the clouds with heaven’s light wrapped around their heads like haloes. He doesn’t know how long they dance.

The troupe takes its final bow, and the primo dancers step ahead of the others for their own bow. Jimin takes the woman’s hand and parades her as she flutters on en pointé along with her partner and dips into a swan-like curtsy. He, on the other hand, gives a bow seething with masculinity, which is much approved by the general audience. The cheers get louder as the curtain drops, ending the performance, a slight smile, a twitch of his lips that doesn’t reach the arctic cold of his eyes. In the end, all he can think of is how rich people have weird obsessions.

2023, February.

There’s a large tiffany-blue coloured box sitting on one of the pillows. Jimin assumes this is the one item he received as a gift for his exquisite performance. Sitting beautifully in mounds of blue tissue paper, are a pair of silk blue ballet slippers. Silver embroidery runs down their sides like filigree, with diamonds sewn into each point. They look real, or at least realer than any decorative gem Jimin’s ever seen on one of his costumes. The ribbons are long and luscious and so soft, he gets tingles up his spine when he runs them through his fingers. They fit him like a second skin, and it feels as natural as breathing. Up he gets, twirling in the mirrors, doing a glissade across the floor as if he’s in the practice room. Every carefully brushed hair strand now loses its position and flies around his head with him. He does turns around the room – pirouette, soubresaut, pirouette, soubresaut – until the beauty of the ballet slippers imbue him with a fulfilment, one he rarely feels.

There are several lines racing through Jimin’s head, and none seem to satisfy his concerns, head swarming with unanswered questions, rapidly flowing with destructive thoughts that randomly spring up. They possess Jimin and as if to hammer the point in, a small card catches his attention, tucked near the gift box, says "de la part de votre père,"

There’s something to be said for monsters that don’t change. They’re more reliable. You know what you’ll get, except monsters are made, not born, and in slips of conversation.

He cuts pieces off himself like it’s nothing, as if he feels no pain in doing so. Jimin lets himself be cannibalized by the world so that it will accept him and love him because his father won’t, and never will. The cliches go hard for a reason, and back to the monster waiting for him.

#chapter 3 #headcanons

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myjiminourmomo · 2 years ago

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Cheat! (ver sad)

Jomin is walking by JYP building to see love momoering he id very excite they are go to bar later time an they going have fun and dance and party jimiy sees hot Momo but then see very hot other girl Nayeon?? She I so hot jiminn can’t take eyes from her momo look meanly at him and he look way preend he not look at “friend” nayeem

Mome say “we are leav for club bar vary soon neyan is come with”

Jimmy is happy at this news and very happy they leave for clud and bar and they drink alcool and momo Nuyen dance they song “alcall fre” nayeeo look very hot and boutaful dance way hotter then girl moom. Just them! Iream wakl in da club!! She start talk to moma and leaving jima and Nahum all en lone jimine kissy nayoon and she kiss back very hot then Irena she and she mad and bet up the Jim he feel pain but naye hit iren back and they are fight

Momo is ver sad at what happen she run ouut side and think “how jimen do this he i evil” irenei was so hot when see attach tho freaks how she get a bes fending like that iren. Jimin is beat up but now he date sister nuyen amd not her!!!

Momo made in japan robot girl

#bts #bts fanfic #bts jimin #bts x reader #kpop #twice momo #hirai momo #jyp twice #twicetagram #nayeon #irene anti #irene #red velvet #bae irene

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conejifus-xd · 2 months ago

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BTS

1. Historia de BTS

BTS fue creado por Big Hit Entertainment (hoy HYBE), bajo la visión del productor Bang Si-hyuk. Originalmente, la idea era formar un grupo de hip-hop, pero con el tiempo evolucionaron hacia una banda de K-pop que mezcla géneros musicales como pop, R&B, EDM, y rap.

Trayectoria:

Predebut: Los miembros de BTS fueron reclutados desde diferentes áreas. RM, el líder, fue el primer miembro confirmado debido a su talento como rapero. Los demás miembros fueron seleccionados a través de audiciones y fueron entrenados rigurosamente en canto, baile y actuación.

2013 - Debut: BTS debutó el 13 de junio de 2013 con "No More Dream", una canción que criticaba las presiones sociales y académicas que enfrentan los jóvenes. Desde el inicio, su música tenía un mensaje claro y conectado con las luchas de su generación.

2015 - 2016 - El ascenso a la fama: Con los álbumes The Most Beautiful Moment in Life, BTS comenzó a obtener reconocimiento en Corea y en el extranjero. Las canciones como "I Need U" y "Run" consolidaron su estilo emotivo y auténtico. Ganaron popularidad por sus letras profundas y sus presentaciones energéticas.

2017 - Expansión Global: Con "Love Yourself", BTS se convirtió en un fenómeno global. El mensaje de amor propio y aceptación resonó a nivel mundial. "DNA" y "MIC Drop" alcanzaron el éxito en los Estados Unidos y otros países, lo que los llevó a aparecer en programas de televisión internacionales.

2020 - Map of the Soul y la Pandemia: Con Map of the Soul: 7, BTS exploró temas de identidad y autoconocimiento. "ON" y "Black Swan" fueron aclamadas por su profundidad y producción. En medio de la pandemia, lanzaron "Dynamite", su primer gran éxito en inglés, que rompió récords y fue nominado a los Grammys.

2. Álbumes Más Destacados

The Most Beautiful Moment in Life (2015): Esta serie de álbumes destacó por su enfoque en las emociones juveniles, la belleza de los momentos simples y los retos de la juventud. Canciones como “I Need U” y “Run” fueron grandes éxitos.

Wings (2016): Este álbum fue más oscuro y maduro, inspirado en la novela "Demian" de Herman Hesse. Las canciones individuales de los miembros exploraron sus luchas personales. "Blood Sweat & Tears" fue un hit internacional.

Love Yourself Trilogy (2017-2018): Esta trilogía habla sobre el viaje hacia el amor propio y la sanación. “Fake Love” y “IDOL” fueron grandes éxitos. BTS también colaboró con Steve Aoki y Nicki Minaj.

Map of the Soul: Persona, 7 (2019-2020): Inspirado por la psicología de Carl Jung, explora las múltiples facetas de la identidad. "Boy With Luv" con Halsey y "ON" fueron algunas de las canciones más emblemáticas.

BE (2020): Nacido en plena pandemia, este álbum refleja emociones como el miedo y la esperanza. “Life Goes On” y “Dynamite” capturaron perfectamente el estado emocional del mundo durante esos tiempos.

3. Moda y Estilo

BTS ha sido pionero en la moda desde su debut. Se han caracterizado por mezclar moda urbana con alta costura, y los miembros suelen ser embajadores de marcas de lujo como Louis Vuitton, con quienes colaboraron en 2021.

Cada uno de los miembros tiene un estilo distintivo:

RM prefiere looks más sobrios y clásicos.

Jimin destaca por un estilo moderno y chic.

V es conocido por su estilo vintage y audaz, y ha sido considerado un icono de la moda mundial.

BTS ha influido en la cultura de la K-fashion, llevando las tendencias coreanas a la escena global. Además, los estilistas de BTS logran crear looks en sus videos musicales que complementan perfectamente los conceptos visuales.

4. Cultura Fandom y ARMY

El fandom de BTS, ARMY, es una parte esencial del éxito del grupo. ARMY no solo apoya a BTS comprando álbumes y llenando estadios en sus giras, sino que también se ha involucrado en causas sociales y filantrópicas.

Actividades de ARMY:

Organizan proyectos benéficos en nombre de BTS, como donaciones para causas ambientales y apoyo a ONGs.

Han roto récords junto a BTS, como ser el primer grupo de K-pop en ganar premios en los Billboard Music Awards y MTV Music Awards.

ARMY es conocido por su organización, lealtad y capacidad para movilizarse rápidamente en plataformas sociales, lo que ha ayudado a BTS a llegar a millones de personas en todo el mundo.

5. Impacto Global

BTS ha trascendido el K-pop y se ha convertido en un fenómeno cultural. Aquí algunas de las áreas en las que han tenido un gran impacto:

Representación: BTS ha ayudado a romper las barreras culturales, trayendo la cultura coreana al frente del entretenimiento global.

Discurso de las Naciones Unidas: En 2018 y 2021, BTS habló en la Asamblea General de la ONU sobre la importancia de amarte a ti mismo y los derechos de los jóvenes, convirtiéndose en embajadores de importantes campañas sociales.

Premios y Reconocimientos: Han sido nominados a los Grammy y reconocidos por el TIME como una de las personalidades más influyentes del mundo. Han batido múltiples récords en YouTube y plataformas de streaming.

Conclusión: BTS es más que una banda de K-pop; son un fenómeno global que ha transformado la música, la moda, y ha movilizado a millones de personas con sus mensajes sobre el amor propio, la superación y la esperanza. Su conexión con ARMY ha sido clave para su éxito y para el impacto cultural que han logrado.

1. Historia de BTS

Trayectoria:

2. Álbumes Más Destacados

3. Moda y Estilo

Cada uno de los miembros tiene un estilo distintivo:

RM prefiere looks más sobrios y clásicos.

Jimin destaca por un estilo moderno y chic.

V es conocido por su estilo vintage y audaz, y ha sido considerado un icono de la moda mundial.

4. Cultura Fandom y ARMY

Actividades de ARMY:

Organizan proyectos benéficos en nombre de BTS, como donaciones para causas ambientales y apoyo a ONGs.

Han roto récords junto a BTS, como ser el primer grupo de K-pop en ganar premios en los Billboard Music Awards y MTV Music Awards.

ARMY es conocido por su organización, lealtad y capacidad para movilizarse rápidamente en plataformas sociales, lo que ha ayudado a BTS a llegar a millones de personas en todo el mundo.

5. Impacto Global

BTS ha trascendido el K-pop y se ha convertido en un fenómeno cultural. Aquí algunas de las áreas en las que han tenido un gran impacto:

Representación: BTS ha ayudado a romper las barreras culturales, trayendo la cultura coreana al frente del entretenimiento global.

1. Historia de BTS

Trayectoria:

2. Álbumes Más Destacados

3. Moda y Estilo

Cada uno de los miembros tiene un estilo distintivo:

RM prefiere looks más sobrios y clásicos.

Jimin destaca por un estilo moderno y chic.

V es conocido por su estilo vintage y audaz, y ha sido considerado un icono de la moda mundial.

4. Cultura Fandom y ARMY

Actividades de ARMY:

Organizan proyectos benéficos en nombre de BTS, como donaciones para causas ambientales y apoyo a ONGs.

Han roto récords junto a BTS, como ser el primer grupo de K-pop en ganar premios en los Billboard Music Awards y MTV Music Awards.

ARMY es conocido por su organización, lealtad y capacidad para movilizarse rápidamente en plataformas sociales, lo que ha ayudado a BTS a llegar a millones de personas en todo el mundo.

5. Impacto Global

BTS ha trascendido el K-pop y se ha convertido en un fenómeno cultural. Aquí algunas de las áreas en las que han tenido un gran impacto:

Representación: BTS ha ayudado a romper las barreras culturales, trayendo la cultura coreana al frente del entretenimiento global.

1. Historia de BTS

Trayectoria:

2. Álbumes Más Destacados

3. Moda y Estilo

Cada uno de los miembros tiene un estilo distintivo:

RM prefiere looks más sobrios y clásicos.

Jimin destaca por un estilo moderno y chic.

V es conocido por su estilo vintage y audaz, y ha sido considerado un icono de la moda mundial.

4. Cultura Fandom y ARMY

Actividades de ARMY:

Organizan proyectos benéficos en nombre de BTS, como donaciones para causas ambientales y apoyo a ONGs.

Han roto récords junto a BTS, como ser el primer grupo de K-pop en ganar premios en los Billboard Music Awards y MTV Music Awards.

ARMY es conocido por su organización, lealtad y capacidad para movilizarse rápidamente en plataformas sociales, lo que ha ayudado a BTS a llegar a millones de personas en todo el mundo.

5. Impacto Global

BTS ha trascendido el K-pop y se ha convertido en un fenómeno cultural. Aquí algunas de las áreas en las que han tenido un gran impacto:

Representación: BTS ha ayudado a romper las barreras culturales, trayendo la cultura coreana al frente del entretenimiento global.

#BTS #EL ARMY GOBIERNA EL MUNDO

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