#military service countdown

[carni611]

BTS COUNTDOWN TO 2024/25

D-127 Jin

D-254 Hobi

D-490 Tae & Joon

D-491 Jimin & JK

D-501 Yoongi

[seoul-bros]

Jikook Military Service Countdown Master List

Jikook Week 59 Complete (21/01 - 28/01/2025)

Jikook Week 58 Complete (14/01 -21/01/2025)

Jikook Week 57 Complete (07/01 - 14/01/2025)

Jikook Week 56 Complete (31/12/2024 - 07/01/2025)

Jikook Week 55 Complete (24/12 -31/12/2024)

Jikook Week 54 Complete (17/12-24/12/2024)

Jikook Week 53 Complete (10/12 - 17/12/2024)

Jikook Week 52 Complete (03/12-10/12/2024)

Jikook Week 51 Complete (26/11 - 03/12/2024)

Jikook Week 50 Complete (19/11 - 26/11/2024)

Jikook Week 49 Complete (12/11 - 19/11/2024)

Jikook Week 48 Complete (05/11 - 12/11/2024)

Jikook Week 47 Complete (29/10 - 05/11/2024)

Jikook Week 46 Complete (22/10 -29/10/2024)

Jikook Week 45 Complete (15/10 - 22/10/2024)

Jikook Week 44 Complete (08/10-15/10/2024)

Jikook Week 43 Complete (01/10 - 07/10/2024)

Jikook Week 42 Complete (24/09 - 01/10/2024)

Jikook Week 41 Complete (17/09 - 24/09/2024)

Jikook Week 40 Complete (10/09 - 17/09/2024)

Jikook Week 39 Complete (03/09-10/09/2024)

Jikook Week 38 Complete (27/08 - 03/09/2024)

Jikook Week 37 Complete (20/08 - 27/08/2024)

Jikook Week 36 Complete (13/08 - 20/08/2024)

Jikook Week 35 Complete (06/08 - 13/08/2024)

Jikook Week 34 Complete (30/07 - 06/08/2024)

Jikook Week 33 Complete (23/07 - 30/07/2024)

Jikook Week 32 Complete (16/07 -23/07/2024)

Jikook Week 31 Complete (09/07 - 16/07/2024)

Jikook Week 30 Complete (02/07 - 09/07/2024)

Jikook Week 29 Complete (25/06 - 02/07/2024)

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Jikook Week 26 Complete (04/06 - 11/06/2024)

Jikook Week 25 Complete (28/05 - 04/06/2024)

Jikook Week 24 Complete (21/05-28/05/2024)

Jikook Week 23 Complete (14/05-21/05/2024)

Jikook Week 22 Complete (07/05 - 14/05/2024)

Jikook Week 21 Complete (30/04 - 07/05/2024)

Jikook Week 20 Complete (23/04 - 30/04/2024)

Jikook Week 19 Complete (16/04- 23/04/2024)

Jikook Week 18 Complete (09/04 - 16/04/2024)

Jikook Week 17 Complete (02/04 - 09/04/2024)

Jikook Week 16 Complete (26/03 - 02/04/2024)

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

Jikook Week 14 Complete (12/03 - 19/03/2024)

Jikook Week 13 Complete (05/03 - 12/03/2024)

Jikook Week 12 Complete (27/02 - 05/03/2024)

Jikook Week 11 Complete (20-27/02/2024)

Jikook Week 10 Complete (13 - 20/02/2024)

Jikook Week 9 Complete (06 - 13/02/2024)

Jikook Week 8 Complete (30/01 - 06/02/2024)

Jikook Week 7 Complete (23/01 - 30/01/2024)

Jikook Week 6 Complete (16/01-23/01/2024)

Jikook Week 5 Complete (09-16/01/2024)

Jikook Week 4 Complete (02-09/01/2024)

Jikook Week 3 Complete (26/12/2023 - 02/01/2024)

Jikook Week 2 Complete (19-26/12/2023)

Jikook Week 1 Complete (12-19/12/2023)

[yearofinstitutionalization]

342/638 One Suga a day while he is away

[lesbiansloveseokjin]

day 7/639 of yoongi's military service

this selca was posted on 130517 with the caption:

You all who are watching , if I catch you I’ll take a photo with this camera ^^ to the edge ^^ the top of the head ^^

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BTS log from that day:

bonus tweets:

Uwa Today was really hot and felt like it was a recreation of Daegu at summer. Tomorrow, we've to shoot the MV and we've to move busily back and forth from the company to the studio and practice room!!

Our hearts are beating hard,  I'm excited even if I'm busy, I'll do my best! sobs sobs Also since the weather is really good ~ we're wandering freely~ I'm tired :(

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[The march/attack of the rabbit.jpg] photograph by SUGA

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Min Suga is finally an adult! I'm moved to tears sob sob ㅠ thanks a lot :)

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[always-is-always]

...just 500 days to go...

Yeah. JK and JM. 500 to go!! 💜 I'm keeping a tab open to the blog post, below! 👇👇

I like keeping track of the days. I really like knowing how close Jin is to his discharge, as it isn't that far off now!

Honestly, things won't quite feel right untill they all are back out in the world, again. 💜💜💜

[call-me-maggie13]

If anyone is wondering what the United States Navy listens to on deployment, I will tell you. It is mostly @taylorswift. There’s a little bit of Disney music and some country songs, but it’s mostly Taylor Swift.

Now picture this: the scariest man you know, big and mean and scary, screaming and crying and singing Marjorie into a mop handle. Now picture 20 or so young men choreographing a dance routine to Style. In their uniforms. Now picture a guys vs. gals dance-off to I Forgot That You Existed.

My chief would yell at anyone who tried to play a non-Taylor’s version of any of her songs. We would argue about the best Taylor ballads during watch and had album release parties the day after folklore and evermore dropped. You have not lived until you have dissected Taylor Swift song lyrics with four grown men in dress blues while an officer tries to redirect us. Nothing will ever compare to my SLPO sending us home early because he found out she was releasing folklore and he needed to “emotionally prepare” himself (he bought three bottles of wine).

I know everyone assumes we talked about sports or whatever but you can’t really keep up with those in the middle of the ocean, so we spent a lot of time listening to music because there are only so many stories a person can tell. Unless you’re Taylor Swift, then there’s a never ending supply.

These are the people the US government has defending the country.

One of my buddies just got back from deployment and she’s a submariner so they really really don’t get any news from outside the boat and she sent me a multitude of snaps of her reacting to midnights and the eras tour. There was a lot of screaming and crying and curses. I have never been happier to be out of the military than I was when I realized she has to catch up on the last six months of Taylor lore and Easter eggs.

[plantaagomaajor]

ONLY 365 DAYS UNTIL MY BABY RETURNS!!!!!!!!!

[hannieehaee]

idol hani fic plspslspsslspslspsls

content: idol!jeonghan, mentions of enlistment, established relationship, fluff, banter, etc.

wc: 635

a/n: im not sure what inspired me writing about cutting his hair but here we are

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"do you really have to cut it?", you pouted as jeonghan stood in front of you with scissors in his hands.

as per usual, there was a pleased smile on his face. it didn't matter to him to have to cut his hair, he knew it'd grow back. he just found some sick sort of entertainment in knowing you'd pout and whine about the loss of his hair.

it's not like he had to shave it off like most other people in the military did. all he needed was to get rid of the length, seeing as he had chosen public service rather than actually stationing himself outside of home. the upside was that he'd be able to come home to you every night and that you'd even get to keep him on the weekends. the downside was that his beautiful long hair would not make a comeback until the two year countdown reached zero.

okay, maybe the upsides heavily outweighed the downsides, but you felt like your dramatics regarding his hair were more than fair. especially considering that the demon was forcing you to cut his hair in favor of going to an actual hairstylist.

call it some sick sort of torture.

"it's just a trim, babe. it'll grow back. in two years, but y'know, same thing."

he was far too pleased by your huff in response.

"you suck, yoon jeonghan. i hope you finally learn the torturous life of office workers. karma will come for you one day or another," you scowled at him before gesturing for him to take a seat.

regardless of hair, he'd look handsome as always. this was your one consolation.

"c'mon, babe. you should be happy. you get to have me all to yourself for two years. carats will also suffer the loss of my hair but at least you get me as a consolation prize," he argued as he put on a cover to ensure he didn't get any hair on his clothes.

"yeah, yeah, whatever. they can keep you," you joked back, earning a chuckle from him.

your hands began unknowingly massaging his hair as you searched for where to start. you'd never really cut hair professionally before, and messing with an idol's hair just sounded like blasphemy to you. however, it was also nice to provide jeonghan with such a domestic favor.

it seemed enjoyable for him too. or at least that's the impression his purring gave you every time your hands ran through his hair.

"hmm, wait no, keep going," he grumbled when your hands went to leave his head in order to grab onto the scissors he'd set on the table before sitting.

"i thought you wanted me to cut your hair."

still, you went back to playing with his hair, running your fingers through the long strands that had him sighing at every touch. his eyes closed and his head leaned into your touch, silently encouraging you to continue.

"i was kidding! of course you can't cut my hair. i'm an idol, my hair's worth millions."

pushing the exaggeration aside, you wacked at the side of his head lightly in punishment, earning yourself a high-pitched 'yah!' before halting your movements altogether. this only made him complain even more.

"c'mon, i'll play with your hair if you come to bed," you pulled at his hand, dragging his lethargic body towards your bedroom so you could enjoy the last few moments you had with his hair.

he haphazardly took off the cover and followed along, mumbling one thing or another in complaint at your treatment of him, claiming you held no appreciation for him or that he was more than a pretty doll to drag around. you huffed with a laugh, getting a similar one from him as you finally got him into bed.

[thesewordsareallihavetogive]

I'll be home for Christmas - Bob Floyd x reader

Summary: 1.4k words. Your husband has been deployed for 5 months. The holiday season is in full swing and you’re missing him. This is my entry for @lewmagoo's holiday celebration!

Warnings: language? Pining, angst, fluff & some more fluff

a/n: I wrote most of this in one sitting LAST MONTH. aaaaand then finals season descended upon me like a hoard of rabid locusts. so y'all get this holiday fic now, where it's technically still Christmas in some time zones!

One hundred sixty-seven days.

It’s been 167 days since you last saw your husband.

Rather appropriately, the U.S. military wanted to ensure its service members and their families could celebrate Independence Day. 

July 4th at the Floyd household was truly a sight to behold. Penny brought half a dozen pies, Bradley’s family brought Carole’s famous potato casserole, and the rest of the squad brought beer. Lots and lots of beer. Phoenix, however, had more taste than the rest of the boys–as you had repeatedly told them over the years–and brought over your favorite drink to share. Natasha helped you and Bob decorate your humble bungalow early that morning and helped you with food prep throughout the day in anticipation of the 4th of July cookout.

On the surface level, the party you hosted was simply to celebrate the national holiday. It was arguably also a send-off party, given that half the aviators illuminated by fairy lights in your backyard would be shipped off to an undisclosed location less than 24 hours from that moment.

167 days is equivalent to 4,008 hours or 240,480 minutes, according to your recent Google history.

December 19th welcomed you with a cold embrace and increasingly painful longing. In defense of December and the holidays and all the commercialism you found yourself falling willing victim to, you kind of did this to yourself. At no point were you required to watch three and a half hours straight of shitty Hallmark movies over peppermint bark and eggnog. But you did, as was your right and freedom as an American citizen, you mused to yourself against the lip of the lukewarm mug.

Uncle Sam was not your best friend as of late.

Being away from your husband for five and a half months didn’t make for the most pleased military spouse.

You normally counted your blessings when you could. At least during this deployment, you were able to have semi-regular and reliable contact with Bob. Unlike some of his other deployments, the worst being the 10-week stints with no contact or details whatsoever. But now, as you watched the female lead–who looked like every other holiday Hallmark leading lady you’d seen today and yesterday and the day before and the day before that and–who left her impressive job in the city kiss her generically handsome high school sweetheart in front of their small town’s Christmas tree farm, you were not counting 4,008 consecutive hours away from your husband as a blessing.

Bob’s initial deployment orders ensured he’d be home by the beginning of December. Some classified delays that were above your level of security clearance pushed that date back to December 23rd. When Bob had the misfortune of sharing this news with you, he thought the Facetime connection had frozen from how long your jaw remained dropped.

The daily countdown displayed front and center on the fridge was reminiscent of a prisoner’s tally marks.

The second worst part of long deployments like these was the funk you’d fall into. You were a strong independent woman, dammit. But you were also a woman who was deeply in love with her husband. You aren’t ready to accept it yet, but you’re nearly certain this specific deployment has deepened some wrinkles and brought forth a few strands of grey hair.

“You are beautiful, my love,” Bob would tell you, sweet as ever, anytime your thoughts crept toward self-consciousness.

You were still young and hip enough to go out on a Thursday night, right? The thought quickly left your head as you inspected the old sweatpants you wore and the nearest clock reading well past 10 p.m.. Bedtime. You didn’t want to get up off the couch and do the dishes or fold the blankets or turn off the TV or do anything, but because you’re a responsible adult, you at least start the Sisyphean tasks.

A shrill ringtone emanated from the living room and you damn near tripped over said blankets while sprinting to pick up the phone before it’s too late. With soapy hands, you swiped to answer–unsuccessfully at first; the dish soap suds were evidently plotting your downfall–and were relieved to hear the signature soft static of the connected call.

“Hi, honey,” Bob greeted gently. He was tired, you could hear it in his voice and you knew you’d be able to read it on his face too.

“Bobby!” A grin brighter than you’d felt in days broke out across your face. There is comfortable silence just for a moment where the two of you enjoy each other’s presence. You know his time for phone calls is limited, so you cherish every moment. Even the quiet ones. You spared a glance at the time, knowing now that it is unequivocally past bedtime. Not that any concept of time mattered right now.

“What time is it where you are?” you ask him, prying for details you don’t have the security clearance for. You both know better, but he still humors you.

“It’s getting a little late…” he says smugly, scratching the back of his neck. It’s a nervous tick, one that you can’t see at the moment. You hum in response. He can rarely tell you any specific details about where he is or what he’s doing. After years of this, you still bug him. He will swear until the day he dies that his greatest pleasure in life is being bugged by you.

You tell him about the shitty Hallmark movies you’ve been watching. You catch him up on the drama with your coworkers. Bob doesn’t want any kind of drama in his life, but he does indulge in some gossip about people that he’s never met. You tell him about the weather, about the shelter pets you’ve almost adopted close to ten times now, but agreed Bob should meet the fluffy friends too before welcoming them to their forever home. He listens as you review the final touches you’ve placed on the Christmas decorations, highlighting the anniversary ornaments hung proudly on the tree and the row of photographs from Christmases past with any and every Santa impersonator the two of you saw out in public. Because it’s totally normal for two adults to have a collection of such selfies.

There’s shuffling on the other end of the line and you’re half-worried you’ve rambled the man to sleep and the phone slipped from his grip. He hadn’t responded in a while–he was content to let you speak, or maybe he was snoozing.

“Bobby?” You say softly, hoping to get his attention, but not wanting to rouse him if he fell asleep. He deserves the rest.

Before he can answer, there’s a knock on the front door. What the fuck? You’d certainly considered ordering a pizza for delivery as dinner part 2, but you hadn’t actually placed the order. Or so you thought?

“Hold on, Bobby. Someone just knocked on the door…” you trail off, hesitantly tip-toeing toward your home’s entrance.

“Huh. That’s weird,” Bob remarks. You peer through the peephole and your heart stops. The phone clatters to the floor–the screen might’ve cracked, but you could not care less–as you wrench the door open, revealing the tall, handsome man you’ve been missing for 240,480 minutes.

“I can’t imagine someone would come to the door at this hour. It’s a little late, don’tcha think?” He says cheekily. You all but launch yourself into his arms. You bury your face into his warm neck and can’t stop the steady stream of tears flowing down your flushed face. Bob squeezes you tight like he’ll never let you go. His glasses are crooked on the bridge of his nose from the force of your body meeting his like a magnet, but he couldn’t see anything through his tears anyway. Eventually, you pull back, gasping for air as your eyes dance wildly across every inch of his body, making sure he’s really there and you aren’t dreaming. The feel of his firm lanky frame dressed in khaki and the way he simply smelled like home confirmed that for the first time in a long time, you felt complete.

“You’re here! You’re home!” you squeal, capturing his lips in a kiss that would have your neighbors clutching their pearls. Bob smiled into the kiss, every second of it rich in love and passion and making up for lost time. “I told you, honey,” Bob begins, punctuating every few words with kisses across your face. “I’ll be home for Christmas.”

a/n: Happy holidays!! Reblogs & comments are much appreciated 🥰

Find more of my writing on my master list.

[cheezbites]

Dating Ghost -- Part 4

✎: HAPPY NEW YEARS EVERYONE!! Ending 2024 off with a part 4 to my Ghost headcanons series!🤭

♡Summary: Headcanons of dating Ghost.

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Bf!Ghost lets you drag him along to parties. You received a last-minute invitation to this big New Year's party, and he already knew there's no way you'll miss it. He doesn't protest. In fact, he doesn't even mind. He found himself mildly enjoying the company of other people, picking up on bits and pieces of meaningful conversations such as their resolutions, hopes or big plans for the year ahead of them.

His attention, however, is almost entirely fixed on you. Whether you’re catching up with someone you know or heading off to grab another drink, his sharp eyes follow your every move, ensuring you’re always within his sight.

As the clock nears striking midnight, the big countdown begins and the room almost instantaneously buzzes with excitement and anticipation. Ghost gently pulls you into his arms, tuning out the raucous cheers and clinking glasses around you. He kisses you softly, his masked demeanor melting away in the intimacy of the moment.

“Guess you’re stuck with me for another year, eh? Don’t know how you do it.”

Bf!Ghost loves the idea of cozying up at home with you. The world outside is cheery and loud: groups of friends heading to or returning from clubs, the occasional firework bursting in the sky, and the distant hum of cars as people race to make it home before midnight. But his world—being you—is cozily inside with him. A bottle of champagne, your favorite cheesy sitcom playing on the TV, and a soft blanket draped over the both of you, making the moment so effortlessly perfect.

Bf!Ghost keeps in contact with you, no matter where he is, this man will find a way. His texts range from sarcastic remarks to just random snapshots of his day. He has this knack for making you laugh with his dry humour and cheeky quips.

"Guess what I had to deal with today? Idiots."

*(Attached: A photo of some destroyed expensive looking military equipment) "Just a bunch of idiots."

Or, out of nowhere, a photo of a random animal he saw, captioned: “This you?”

Bf!Ghost isn’t the type to sit down and plan New Year’s resolutions. It’s just not his thing—too much fuss over things he figures he’ll do anyway. But with you, it’s become a tradition. He always kept his short and practical, things like, “Stick to the training routine,” or “Get the truck serviced.” Straightforward. No fluff. But every single time, you'd make sure to add an impossibly unachievable one regarding Simon, like “Convince Simon to wear a ridiculous party hat.”

But little does he know, you’ve got your ways. It's not even February, but he’s sitting on the couch with a sparkly, oversized party hat perched on his head. He grumbles something about how you’re impossible, but there’s a warmth in his eyes that he can’t hide.

His biggest resolution this year is different, though. It’s more personal: “Learn to take a proper holiday with you.” He’s honest about it—years have gone by without him truly relaxing, and he knows he owes it to himself—and to you—to find that peace.

He secretly loves when you set a goal for the both of you, like planning a getaway or trying a new hobby together. Even though he pretends it’s all “your idea,” he’s all in from the start. It’s the kind of commitment he doesn’t say out loud, but you can see it in the way he clears his schedule, shows up on time, and puts his whole heart into whatever you’re doing. With Simon, even the smallest resolutions become something meaningful when it’s with you.

Bf!Ghost stares. A lot. But not in a creepy way, but in a way that makes you feel like you're the only person in the room, and that's if you notice--most of the time you don't. When he zeroes in on you, it's like he's in a sort of daze and there's a softness that momentarily lingers in the creases of his eyes.

"Y'know, you always do that thing..." You mention whilst glancing over at him. He was leaning back on the couch, casually sipping on his drink with his eyes fixed on you.

"What thing?"

You tilt your head and a smile plays at your lips. "Stare."

He just shrugs like it's no big deal. But you can tell by the shift in his gaze that it means more. “I like looking at you,” he says, voice low and quiet, as if it's the most obvious thing in the world.

Bf!Ghost keeps a picture of you in his wallet, hidden among the military IDs and mission cards. It's just a photo, after all—nothing to make a fuss over. But the way his fingers linger on it when he's pulling out his cards or the small smile that tugs at his lips when he sees it tells a different story.

Bf!Ghost holds onto little souvenirs from your outings and dates. The ticket from the first movie you saw together? It's in a safe place in his drawer. A napkin with a doodle you drew as you were chattering away with your friends on the phone, laughing about silly gossip? That's tucked into his wallet, next to your picture.

Bf!Ghost surprises you with these small, simple decorations when the New Year rolls around, like some dazzling fairy lights twinkling in the corner or some sparklers at night. When you asked him about him, he just shrugs with a nonchalant look and says, "Felt like it."

But deep down, you know it's because he loves seeing you get excited or surprised whenever he does something special, even if it's out of the usual for him. He's secretly a sucker for seeing you get all thrilled over new beginnings,

Bf!Ghost discovers you putting together a messy craft project, showcasing all your favourite memories from 2024. You've been in and out of rooms, running around to fetch a variety of creative supplies and being careful to not prick your foot with scissors or knock over an unscrewed glitter jar on your way back.

"What do we have here?" He asked, leaning against the doorframe and observing as you neatly trimmed a photograph to stick onto your collage.

"A time capsule, right? But make it *aesthetic*." You answer, still focusing on the right place to glue this photo of him (he didn't even realise you took it) onto your collage.

Stepping into the room, he watches you rearrange and readjust bits of paper as you searched for the perfect combination. He decided to make himself useful, sitting across from you and quietly helping with cutting things out for you or suggesting ideas. Every little thing he does makes the process a little smoother. He's there, helping you build something together—just like he’s always there for the bigger moments.

Bf!Ghost finally lets you paint his nails after what seemed like hours of pleading and begging--but just one, which was perfect for what you were trying to do, anyway.

You chose his thumb so you can have more efficient and visually representative thumb wars, of course. I don't know how this man does it, but every time he wins. His true competitive nature comes out in a good old fashioned thumb war. But it's also another excuse to hold your hand and hear you giggling as you thrash about and try cheating your way through getting his thumb cornered.

You carefully painted it black and added a tiny ghost doodle in white, refining all the details in black with a tiny and precise brush.

"Fits, don't touch think?" You teased, holding it up for him to inspect.

But you didn't want Ghost Jr. to feel left out, so you got a matching one. (But yours is pink, of course). Whenever you held his hand, you always dubbed them as 'best buddies' and pressed your thumbs together, making hand holding all the more special to you guys.

Masterlist

🌸Part One

🌸Part Two

🌸Part Three

✎: This one felt super short to me, but that only means there's more works to comeeesej!!😝 SHARE YOUR RESOLUTIONS IN THE COMMENTS I'D LOVE TO HEAR🩷 Mine's to stop perfectionism and procrastinating.. nasty habit of mine😭 hence the super long writing hiatus--but she's BACKK💕🫶 I missed you guys so much!!1!1!

[madameaug]

Good Kisser ||

Pairing: Erik x Lola

Synopsis: A performance to remember. (part 1)

R&B's sweetheart Dolores 'Lola' Montez walked elegantly on the carpet. Her motions were timid as she waved and smiled at the paparazzi. Lola was dressed by a rising designer, her good friend, who she lovingly called 'Mookie'. Mookie tailored the perfect dress for the annual Grammys. Her bust was pushed up to the rim but tastefully covered by a bedazzled flower arrangement. Her thigh peaked out from the high slit.

It was moments like these that she found herself reminiscing of her humble Baptist roots. Less than a year ago she was singing 'Joyful, Joyful' in a stuffy wool lined robe during Sunday service. She was blissfully unaware that a music representative from EMPIRE was attending the service. The agent would waste no time getting Lola and her parents over to the label to talk business. Getting in the studio for the first time she wasted no time writing an R&B track. Tonight she was joining the stage with Teyana Taylor, Summer Walker, and Muni Long for a musical contribution to Usher.

Her manager, with a winded lecture explained that this was the time to shed the 'innocent' look. Rnb was about melodies and sensuality. Heartbreaks and emotions. She had the vocals down pack, and a dedicated fanbase to take her far. Her manager and label wanted to shed this church girl image. Lola needed to look confident, and more importantly feel it. It was only right for her to bring the source of her confidence, Erik Stevens.

Standing directly behind her Erik had a calm presence she loved. He too was styled by Mookie. He looked polished from head to toe. Lola would never admit this outloud but Erik had a good sense of fashion. He never looked about of place, and new what colors suited his complexion best. And he was never afraid to change his hair do. His locs that had had all throughout his 8 years in the military were substituted for waves. His scruffy beard was clipped into a goatee. Standing firm at 6'1 he was a magnet for the paparazzi.

Lola held her hand out for him, he grasped it with no hesitation. He could feel the unease through her clammy hands. He offered a reassuring squeeze. A silent promise he wasn't going anywhere. He was here for her.

Erik looked at the antsy journalist setting up along the carpet. Hollering for the passing celebrities attention. Compared to watching these award ceremonies on tv, it was alot more chaotic in person. It was a constant buzz surrounding him. One of the many traits he could thank his ruthless training for. He could sort out bullshit.

"Lola darling. You look absolutely stunning!"

"Thank you, " Lola sincerely accepted the compliment. "I had to step out of my comfort zone."

"I can see that." Her comment was directed at Erik. He smiled, quickly redirecting the conversation back to Lola. Curiosity taking over, the journalist asked foundational questions to Erik.

"I'm an Oakland kid. Humble beginnings."

"Please tell me you have a single older brother." Her eyes screamed attraction. Her hips popped over to one side.

"I'm an only child." His voice was firm. Lola's smile didn't falter as she watched the journalist flirt. She wasn't the jealous type- at least she had a good way of hiding it. Her hand trailed to Erik's chest. An unmistakable display of their relationship. Her French nails, lovingly rubbed his body, Erik chuckled.

Taking her hand, Erik looked down at Lola. Brining her hand to his lips. He kissed her knuckle admiring the beauty in front of him. The flashing lights reflected off her dress. She was glowing, and her almond eyes were luring Erik in. So much so he forgot he was standing in front of the journalist and her camera man.

"Let's move along." Lola whispered so that only Erik could hear. She waved goodbye to the journalist guiding Erik down the carpet yet again.

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The countdown was on as Lola got the final touches to her stage makeup. She could hear the final beats of 'Confessions' fading. Hopping out of the chair, she whistled. A breathing technique her vocal coach taught her. The stage manager led her to her entrance spot, and she heard the metronome start to tick.

Erik sat in the audience. He was thoroughly impressed with the previous song selections. Teyana Taylor sung Confessions, Summer Walker did My Boo, and Muni Long did Love in This Club. Now to close out the dedication was Lola with Good Kisser.

The transition was smooth as the lights dimmed and the crowd got quiet. The stage was glowing red as Good Kisser played. Lola appeared at the stop of the staircase. She was posed as her back was to the audience. Her elegant gown she wore on the carpet was gone. She was in a skin tight body suit. Although the suit covered more skin than her gown, her body left nothing to the imagination. Every curve she had was fit snuggly into the outfit. She swung her hips before turning around to face the audience. The chair in the center of the stage was illuminated as she walked over to it. Each movement was deliberate and hypnotic.

Erik hadn't even realized he was now leaning in his seat. As Lola sat in the chair she hiked one leg on the chair. Her fingers tracing over her thigh. She sung beautifully as her eyes followed the camera on the stage. Male dancers joined her. Each were tall and fit. There shirts were off with plain black slacks.

The performance reached a new level of intensity as one dancer got close to Lola. The choreography was sensual. Bodies were barely apart as Lola leaned her back against his chest. His hands rocked her hips to the rythm, and on cue he spun her around. His face dipped into the crevise of her neck. Giving the illusion that he was kissing up on her.

Erik's posture became more tense. Sure he knew about the choreogh being intimate, but it was different seeing it in person. The entire audience was in a trance, Usher himself standing up giving his approval. Erik could only hope that his less than enthusiastic expression was not captured from the several cameras.

"Man, she's killing it." A voice behind Erik stated.

"She is." Erik smiled looking at the stage again. The choreography growing more provocative. More male dancers surrounded her as she slid down in the middle. Hands running down their abdomen. Her hands crossed in front of her as she crawled on the stage. Each movement her body grooved to the rhythm.

"What a show."

Sitting back in the chair Lola's feet hung off the side. Not a single note faltered as she danced. The same dancer from earlier came up to her. Holding her heel. Face riding up her thigh. With her finger Lola motioned for the man to get closer, Lola swung her leg. Shooing the dancer away. The song was almost over as she swished her hips. Erik could see the camera aimed directly at her behind. Catching every subtle sway of her butt. To conclude the song with a raspy run. She then did the final four-eight count with her backup dancers. She whined her hips. Embracing every moment of having the attention in the room.

Going into her final pose she remained still as the lights dimmed ot black. Not a second later the audience erupted in thunderous applause.

Erik was escorted behind the stage. Everyone he passed just spoke in praises about Lola's performance. His heart swelled hearing the compliments. Once he reached her dressing room he knocked, waiting for her sweet voice to respond.

"Erik! What did you think?" She engulfed the man.

"You were amazing."

"You think so." She rested her head on his shoulder. Careful not to get her foundation on his shirt.

"I almost had to snatch ole boy up." His tone was playful, with an edge of seriousness.

"Jealous much?"

"Not at all." In a swift motion, he lifted Lola underneath her thighs. He didn’t walk far before putting her down. The couple enjoyed each others company outside from the many eyes on the other side of the door.

“Do you want to go out tonight?” Lola asked, she got a text from Summer with an address to the official Grammy after party.

“If you want to.”

“Are you sure, I know parties can be overstimulating for you.”

“Yeah I’ll be good. Let’s go.”

[akookminsupporter]

Jin and Hobi’s video about their 2025 resolutions—such a funny video, btw—got me thinking about what the guys might do once the rest of them complete their military service and they’re finally back together as a group. That led me to wonder what I’d like them to do when all seven of them are reunited, or how I’d organise their schedule if they asked me.

This is all just for fun—and probably because I haven’t slept properly in three days, and my mattress is so uncomfortable it desperately needs replacing.

Hobi will be on tour until 31st May, which is about 20 days before Yoongi finishes his military service, making him the last member to be discharged. I imagine Hobi will take that time off to rest and recharge, both physically and mentally, for everything that’s coming next. Around then, it will also be their debut anniversary, so he’ll likely want to do something to mark the occasion, which leads me to my next thought.

Jimin, Jungkook, Joon, and Tae will finish their service just a few days before the group’s debut anniversary—right before FESTA, as we all know it. They might do something small for that day, like a Wlive or something similar, but I don’t think it’ll be anything major since Yoongi won’t be back yet. After that, I don’t think they’ll have much going on until Yoongi is officially discharged. Once they’re all back together, this is how I’d plan their schedule:

Late June to mid-July: Rest. Proper holidays for them to relax and fully adjust to civilian life again.

Mid-July to mid-October: Return to work. Focus on recording a studio album, filming MVs, and managing everything that comes with it.

Late October: Take 1–2 weeks to film another season of Bon Voyage or In The Soop. Ideally, they could travel abroad for Bon Voyage, though staying in Korea could be just as fun.

November: Release a single that would, of course, be part of the upcoming album. This would serve as a reminder to the world that they’re back and that 2026 is going to be their year. Promote the single and rehearse choreographies from the new album’s tracks, plus start prepping for the 2026 tour.

December: Attend one or two year-end award shows iSK and possibly perform at the New Year’s Eve concert in NYC.

January: Briefly return to Korea to wrap up things with brands, sponsors and stuff like that. Do interviews about the upcoming album etc.

January: On the second of January, officially announce the new album and tour, kicking off the countdown to its release. They’ll also head back to the US for additional rehearsals and preparations.

February: The new studio album drops. Along with that, they’ll announce the dates for their world tour, which will kick off in late March. They will spend the month promoting the new album and the world tour.

They won’t participate in Korean music shows.

Diablos, I need a more active social life, something to help me sleep, and a better mattress, haha. Anyway, this is roughly how I would organise the guys’ schedule from June this year onwards. Obviously, they’d have days off for rest, other activities, etc. It’s not very detailed, I’m not that obsessed yet, haha. How would you guys do it?

[heizelnutlatte]

📰 JTBC: ONF's Persistence "We Offer a Charm That's Different from the Trend"

Persistence has paid off.

ONF has recently concluded their domestic activities for their eighth mini album, 'BEAUTIFUL SHADOW'.

Now in their eighth year, all members of ONF have completed their military service. True to their nickname as a "home of great songs," their new song has ignited the hearts of K-pop fans. Their recent release, 'Bye My Monster', earned them a first place on SBS 'The Show', marking a significant achievement. Their sincere tear-filled acceptance speech, coupled with their stable encore live performances, sparked a lot of discussions.

Fueled by enthusiasm, they appeared on Mnet's 'M Countdown' on the 25th, even after concluding two weeks of official activities. They are now set to continue their performances in Japan and North America. Only showcasing the true taste of K-pop remains.

The robustness of ONF is proven by 'Bye My Monster', composed by ONF’s producer 'Hwang Hyun'. The song, a pop dance with a classical ambience and a strong band sound, incorporates the theme from Rachmaninoff's Symphony No. 2 Movement 3, adding a majestic touch.

This album shines with the persistence that ONF has consistently shown. Filled with ONF's unique sense of longing and nostalgia, it has been praised as the epitome of K-pop. In a K-pop market aimed at short-form content, where songs typically last less than three minutes, ONF has released a 3-minute 27-second song with a clear beginning, middle, and end.

Their choice of '안녕' (hello/goodbye) over a simple 'goodbye' evokes nostalgia. Unlike contemporary K-pop that predominantly features English lyrics, this song has fewer than five lines in English, reminding listeners of an older K-pop vibe. Listeners have described it as 'a song that perfectly mixes classical music and K-pop in three minutes,' 'this team has always done traditional K-pop,' and 'it's like eating homemade food after fast food.'

The members of ONF confidently stated through their agency, "While embracing a feel from past generations, we felt a grand charm that’s different from current trends. Our team's killing point is our vocals."

Recent music show wins and tearful speeches have touched fans and the public alike. What were your feelings that day and any further comments you’d like to make?

Hyojin: "I had a lot of thoughts and emotions. I really want to thank everyone who loved our song. I've seen many supportive messages and heard a lot from not just fans but also others who support us. Hearing all that, I’m motivated to work even harder and offer better songs to more people. Please look forward to ONF's future. Thanks once again."

E-Tion: "It was my first time receiving an award in front of fans, which made it even more memorable. I was moved by the fans’ love and shed tears."

The response to 'Bye My Monster' is heating up. What do you think is the highlight of this song? Additionally, what are some unique strengths of ONF’s music or the team itself?

Seungjun: "The killing point of this song, I think, is the overwhelming emotion it evokes. When I first heard it, it touched my heart, carrying a charm that spans all generations, unlike today’s trends. Also, the unique characteristics and abilities of each ONF member blend well, enabling this expression."

Wyatt: "I think our team’s vocal and powerful high notes are the killing points. Thankfully, many have said our music is trustable. True to our group's name, showing distinctly different sides on and off the stage is a strength of ONF."

Now that the military hiatus is over, active participation is expected. How do you feel about the recent album activities ending? Any plans and goals for the future?

Minkyun: "It was a fun time showing a new side of ourselves, although it ended too quickly. We will be touring in Japan and North America. We’re also preparing diligently for the next album."

U: "Concerts and album activities have been fun times spent with fans. Many listened to our songs and supported us with love, allowing us to conclude our activities well. We plan to be active in Japan and later in North America this summer. Since we couldn’t meet fans during our military hiatus, we aim to meet them frequently starting this year. Meeting many of our fans, Fuse, is our goal this year."

Can you recommend a hidden gem song from ONF’s discography?

Hyojin: "From our sixth mini album 'Goosebumps', I’d recommend the track 'Alarm'. I personally love this song. We released this album just before enlisting, so we couldn't promote it much and perform as much as we wanted. It’s a really good song, so please give it a listen."

E-Tion: "From our recent eighth mini album 'BEAUTIFUL SHADOW', I recommend 'Slave To The Rhythm'. It offers a different sentiment from our title song 'Bye My Monster'."

Seungjun: "From our third mini album 'WE MUST LOVE', I recommend the track 'Yayaya'. It’s a song I suggest listening to when you’re facing tough times or want to break out of the mould. I hope the fun lyrics will lighten your mood."

Wyatt: "After our concert, a track from our special album 'Storage of ONF', 'My Song', feels like a hidden gem. It’s as if you’re watching a scene from a Disney movie. I’d recommend it."

Minkyun: "From our debut album 'ON/OFF', I recommend 'If We Dream'. It’s a song that can help you fall asleep if you’re having trouble sleeping. It’s dreamy and allows you to further appreciate the charm of our voices."

U: "From our summer popup album 'POPPING', I recommend 'Summer End'. As the title suggests, it perfectly matches the end of summer. It’s comfortable to listen to anytime and provides healing with each listen."

ONF - Bye My Monster (Beautiful Shadow), 2024

[yearofinstitutionalization]

351/638 One Suga a day while he is away

[lesbiansloveseokjin]

day 239/548 of jungkook's military service

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017 #BTS LIVE TRILOGY EPISODE III THE WINGS TOUR ~Japan Edition~ Last day in Sapporo! This is also the last day of the fan club exclusive event booths. JUNG KOOK's handwriting is written on each card☺ Thank you for your hard work everyone👍 #BTS

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[thunderclaw100]

Favorite color: Amber gold.

Personalities:Wise,Sympathetic,Grumpy,uptight,Realist,Tolerant,Unfoolable,We-bred.

Cause of Death: Old age.

Grumpa is a working drone in the lowest level. His training days was not like how others had it. He’s very old school and done things that way, despite the disapproval of others. Grumpa moved up the ranks and became high general. Commanding his troops and preparing for battle against enemy forces.he experienced both victory and losses over the years. Some of his closest comrades and friends have died and he never felt so alone until he lost them. Grumpa is one of the taller irkens and are held in high regard than others.

Ever since the death of Luna, he’s lost his taste for battle, and decided to drop his position and be re-encoded as a janitor drone. He’s stationed at the military base. Working beside the food service drone to this day. Grumpa has taken so much criticism from almost everyone in his unit. Calling him a disgrace and a coward for backing down. That he’s disrespecting the taller’s name. Being a janitor is a small drone’s position. Or one who has the lowest score in their holo-visors.

This shame stayed with him but Grumpa did make some new friends along the way. The service drones keep him company and would sometimes go to him for advice or just to talk to him whenever they see him alone. It does feel strange having him around but it’s a nice change of pace. His servitude to the empire was a long one. Even if it was towards the sidelines. Grumpa does get a little cranky at times and easily annoyed when bothered too much. The smeets seem to like him enough to listen to his storytelling.

Besides his janitor duties and keeping an eye on the younger irkens from time to time. Grumpa visits the training grounds daily. Serving under tallest Luna wasn’t so bad until corruption got in her head and has cost her many lives just to satisfy her own greed power tripping ways. The other leaders he worked under, were different but made successful improvements to the empire. Grumpa even allowed himself to wear a pak during tallest Blue’s reign. It gave him much knowledge that he needs. When tallest Berry came along, things settled down for a bit.

There were no battles to be fough. But his people did make an alliance with a bee colony planet. Grumpa learned that there were ways for an empire to grow without all this war and inner fighting. But one must discuss this with the higher ups, and he’s in no good position to bring up the issue. Another decade later, the old timer was thinking of retiring and settling back in the city, but it was around this time that a new tallest was needed.

Their leader Berry damaged her Pak in an accident and is in countdown mode before she dies. There are many young tall suitable candidates but to shock, Grumpa was chosen. The gold man put up quite a fuss about it to the control brains but he eventually gave in to their demands. After being measured and going through a longer healing process due to his already aging body. Grumpa made it to the top of the ranks as the new leader of Irk.

He made one public appearance before disappearing into his own chambers. With his new assign adviser and service drones. Tallest Grumpa had a lot to do for his schedule. One is to study the old tallest of the past. He got right to it and memorize what he can. He attended meetings after meetings with his generals and guest from other planets. Keeping up with the diplomatic relations that his predecessor, tallest Berry has going on.

Grumpa did have to make tough decisions due to being pressured by the control brains. He had a couple of insubordination from his soldiers as well as had some lower rank drones come to him with concerns. He would give his wisdom and input on the situation before sending them on their way. Tallest Grumpa had no wars to fight and the rest of his reign was a calm one. He didn’t last too long as a leader unfortunately. 200 years later before his death.

It was a peaceful one. Although he may not have had anything to add to the tallest accomplishment list. Grumps was one of the wisest, and fair irkens that ever lived. His Pak was taken to the control brains and his data and memory added to the collective.

*EXTRA*

•Grumpa is skinny underneath his wardrobe.

•Has bad eyesight so he got implants. One of his standard rule is for irkens to have them.

•Because of his old age, the measuring was very painful and has left him with terrible back pains and requires every day messaging.

•He likes mink tea and fluff cakes.

•Scratches his cheek when stressed.

•Grumpa died from natural causes.

•Grumpa is content switching jobs.

•Has a fear of flying ships. Bad experience as a cadet and has never flew one again.

•He admires tallest Axel.

•Grumpa has been around since tallest Luna.

*DIALOGUE*

“I hold here your memory drive. Everything you have ever experienced. With a press of a button, I can erase everything about you. Something that should’ve been done decades ago. Getting rid of you is worth celebrating.”