#punk!jimin

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Rockstar Next Door

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compendium : Karina and her friends decided to go to a local concert before college the guitarist caught her eye but to no avail she couldn’t get her number the next day when she moved into the college dorm a familiar guitar was found outside her neighbors door, when you walked outside she noticed why it looked familiar you were the guitarist she met at the concert maybe this would be her chance to finally talk to you or maybe even more

dynamic : !fan Karina x g!p guitarist reader

warnings : it’ll be listed in each chapter but I’ll update this as i go!!!

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CHAPTERS

01 “Her first concert”

[ihlph0p9hile]

[beautifulpersonpeach]

I'm here again BPP! This time I'd like to ask for BTS dream collaborations I loved your answer of Cirque du Soleil for Jimin! It was original and went outside the box and yet I can't think of a better match for him.

What about for other members? When BTS returns in 2025, who do you dream they work with? Whether music or dance.

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Where to start…

First off, have you noticed that Jimin likes choral voices?

It's one of the most interesting signatures of his musicality, in my opinion. I wonder if other people have noticed how often he chooses to infuse his personal creations with choir music, relative to other k-pop idols. Friends was Jimin's first 'official solo' creation (yes I know it's a duet but he's the primary producer), and it was the only track besides ON on MOTS7 to have a full choir. Set Me Free Pt 2 famously starts with a haunting choral voice and it's centered throughout the song.

Perhaps two times isn't enough to establish that he has a preference, but when I heard Closer Than This, and saw that Jimin yet again included a live choir for a song that very clearly doesn't need it, it confirmed things for me.

Anyway, I like that Jimin likes choral voices. For that reason, I’d love for him to make a track like Touch - Epilogue (choral version) by Daft Punk and collaborate with them for it as well. Leaning a bit heavy on the French influence here, but I’d also love to hear Jimin with Angèle.

Actually, now that I've written that I can't get the idea out of my head. Imagine Jimin on a song like Veridis Quo and Bruxelles je t'aime.

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Sorry, I'm getting carried away. You actually asked about the other members not Jimin. I'll rattle off a few artists I like who I think will be good matches for the members, excluding Jimin.

In fanchant order:

Seokjin - Meaningful Stone

Yoongi - DPR Ian

Hoseok - Hyukoh

Namjoon - (this one's a bit iffy but still, Arcade Fire)

Taehyung - Chappell Roan

Jungkook - Justice

[p4ran01d]

— 🎸 𝐣𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧, 𝐭𝐚𝐞𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐠, 𝐲𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢 + 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫.

— 𝖽𝖺́ 𝗎𝗆 𝖼𝗈𝗋𝖺𝖼̧𝖺̃𝗈𝗓𝗂𝗇𝗁𝗈 𝖺𝗂́ 𝗌𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗅𝗏𝖺𝗋, 𝖾 𝗈𝗌 𝖼𝗋𝖾́𝖽𝗂𝗍𝗈𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝗌𝗈 𝗎𝗌𝖾, 𝗉𝗈𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝗏𝗈𝗋! ❤️

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⠃ 𝐌𝖾𝗍𝗮𝘭𝘭𝘪𝖼 𝐗𝐗𝐈 ' 2004

Jimin, um jovem metaleiro de 19 anos, estava novamente em um show aberto de Metal Hive. O platinado começou esse interesse aos 14 anos e garante que, durante sua adolescência, foi um alternativo muito atraente.

O relógio apontava quase 2:34 da manhã, mas Jimin, que portava suas pulseiras com spikes médianas nos braços, uma camisa preta quase desbotada do Nirvana de mangas curtas, para, claro, mostrar suas tatuagens, no pescoço, usava seu choker que possuía spikes um pouco maiores. Sua jaqueta jeans preta, na qual Jimin acrescentou muitos bottons, alfinetes e algumas costuras e inscrições, e da cintura para baixo, sua calça jeans preenchida por correntes, rasgões nos joelhos e nomes de bandas costurados. Nos pés, estava com seu coturno de cano médio, que era uma plataforma um pouco alta, com fivelas, e nas mãos, exibia seus anéis que não tirava por nada.

Estava tão concentrado na música alta, nos baixos de guitarra bons, na bebida forte em sua frente e no garoto mais alto que estava um pouco longe da mesa de Jimin, curtindo o show com os seus amigos, Jimin supôs.

O garoto à frente parecia gostar da banda "Metallica", pelo que o platinado observou. Seus All Stars azul jeans, o direito levava em sua lateral o nome da tal banda, escrito com tinta de tecido com certeza à mão. O mais alto carregava consigo uma mochila apoiada no ombro, com mais uma coleção de cacarecos de punk.

Jimin não conseguia tirar os olhos do garoto. Havia algo nele que despertava sua curiosidade, uma espécie de magnetismo que ia além das roupas e da atitude punk. Decidiu se aproximar, aproveitando uma pausa entre as músicas para cruzar o espaço que os separava.

— Ei, você gosta de Metallica? — Jimin perguntou, tentando soar casual.

O garoto mais alto virou-se, revelando um sorriso meio tímido, mas cheio de energia. —Sim, eles são uma das minhas bandas favoritas! E você, Nirvana, certo? Ele apontou para a camisa de Jimin.

— Isso mesmo. Sou Jimin, a propósito.

— Hossok. — O garoto respondeu, estendendo a mão. Jimin apertou a mão dele, sentindo uma conexão imediata.

— Você vem a esses shows com frequência? —Jimin perguntou, mexendo em alguns anéis com o polegar da mão direita, era um hábito quando estava um pouco sem jeito.

— Quase todo fim de semana! Gosto da energia daqui, sabe? E também é um bom lugar para encontrar pessoas interessantes.. ,Hoseok disse, olhando diretamente nos olhos de Jimin, que sentiu um arrepio percorrer sua espinha.

— Concordo totalmente. — Jimin sorriu. — Quer tomar alguma coisa? Estou com uma bebida forte ali na minha mesa. — indicou com o olha onde estava sentado.

— Claro, por que não? — Hoseok respondeu, e juntos, eles caminharam de volta para a mesa de Jimin, onde a noite prometia se tornar ainda mais interessante.

De volta à mesa, Jimin puxou uma cadeira para o hobi, que se sentou com um sorriso agradecido. O platinado empurrou um copo de bebida para ele.

— Espero que goste. É um pouco forte. — disse Jimin, observando Hossok levar o copo aos lábios e dar um gole, e logo depois o mesmo fazer uma careta pelo amargo.

— huhum.., desce raspando..— respondeu Hoseok, colocando o copo de volta na mesa e o empurrando para longe demostrando nunca mais querer beber aquilo. — Então, Jimin, além de Nirvana, que outras bandas você curte?

Jimin se inclinou para frente, animado para falar sobre sua paixão. — Ah, tem tantas! Sou fã de Metallica também, Iron Maiden, Black Sabbath é meu favorito, quero que toque eles no meu enterro,... A lista é interminável. E você?

—Eu também gosto dessas. Mas recentemente tenho explorado algumas bandas novas. Gosto de descobrir coisas diferentes, sabe? Hoseok respondeu, brincando com seus dedinhos na mesa,seus olhinhos com delineado preto brilhando com entusiasmo.

A conversa fluiu facilmente entre os dois, enquanto compartilhavam histórias de shows passados, suas bandas favoritas e até algumas experiências pessoais. O barulho ao redor parecia diminuir à medida que se envolviam mais na conversa.

— Você.. tem tatuagens? —Jimin perguntou, curioso. Ele não conseguia deixar de notar as mangas longas do moreno que escondiam possíveis surpresas.

Hope sorriu e arregaçou a manga esquerda, revelando um vasto desenho de uma serpente que se enrolava ao redor de seu braço. — Tenho algumas. Esta é uma das minhas favoritas!!

— É incrível! —Jimin exclamou, admirando a arte. — Tenho algumas também, mas "nada tão detalhado assim."

Hoseok observou as tatuagens de Jimin, visíveis sob a camiseta desbotada do Nirvana. Park possuía uma coleção impressionante de tatuagens. No músculo do braço esquerdo, destacava-se uma caveira do "Avenged Sevenfold", e mais abaixo, uma caveira com uma cobra entrelaçada no interior oco dela. No antebraço esquerdo, outra tatuagem se destacava, assim como o logo do Black Sabbath na lateral do pescoço;

— Sim, cada uma tem uma história.— disse Jimin, tocando levemente uma das tatuagens em seu braço. — Elas são como uma espécie de mapa da minha vida..

Hoseok assentiu, compreendendo quase hipnotizado pela beleza do outro, ja se tinha passado na mente do de madeixas pretas que o park poderia ser um Neflim, — Cada tatuagem é uma parte de quem eu sou! — respondeu, voltando a conversa e caindo de seus altos pensamentos.

A música ao fundo mudou para uma batida mais lenta, quase melancólica, e Jimin percebeu que o show estava chegando ao fim. Ele não queria que a noite terminasse ali.

— Quer dar uma volta lá fora?Está um pouco barulhento aqui dentro. —Jimin sugeriu, tentando prolongar o momento

— pode ser! —jung concordou, levantando-se, e pulando na frente pelo intusiasmo de conhecer seu novo amigo

Eles saíram do bar e foram recebidos pelo ar fresco da madrugada. As ruas estavam tranquilas, com apenas algumas poucas pessoas perambulando. Jimin e Hoseok caminharam lado a lado, conversando sobre tudo e nada ao mesmo tempo.

Havia uma conexão fácil entre eles, algo que ambos sentiam, mas não precisavam colocar em palavras. com certeza jimin iria passar a frequentar aquele bar todo dia se o seu garotinho sorridente com roupas escuras estivesse lá também.

Enquanto caminhavam, avistaram um mercado 24 horas e decidiram entrar. Hoseok se direcionou as geladeiras no fundo do mercadinho com leds roxas e verdes, pegou uma lata de Monster Ultra e algumas Finis que comeria no caminho para casa, jung pagou a bebida e o doce, e se retirou do local já abrindo seu querido Monstrinho! Park alcançou Hoseok e logo apareceu em seu lado vendo que o mesmo tomava a bebida de costas para o local olhando o estacionamento pensando em algo, logo colocando a lata no chão e acendendo um cigarro, tragando e logo inclinando a cabeça para cima e jogando a fumaça para fora num ato rápido.

Jimin, receoso, indagou:

— Hoseok, quer ir para o meu carro? Lá parece ser mais confortável. Ele está ali, apontou para seu carro, que estava estacionado um pouco para o lado direito da rua. Hoseok colocou uma mecha do cabelo castanho escuro atrás da orelha, cerrou os olhos e encarou o platinado, soltando a fumaça que havia em seus pulmões. pulmões.

— Tá... legal... — respondeu Hoseok, agachando-se para pegar a latinha e seguindo com Jimin em direção ao carro. Entraram, e Hoseok se acomodou no banco da frente, largando sua mochila no banco de trás e sua bebida no porta-copos, ou em algum espaço destinado a objetos pequenos. O ambiente estava realmente mais confortável e quentinho ali, mesmo com o banco gelado pelo estofado de couro marrom.

Jimin ligou o carro e ajustou o aquecedor, tentando quebrar o silêncio que se instalou entre eles. Ele olhou para Hoseok, que estava olhando pela janela com um olhar pensativo

— Desculpe por... você sabe, por ter pedido para vir aqui — disse Jimin, tentando iniciar uma conversa para aliviar a tensão. — Só achei que poderia ser mais tranquilo, sem a agitação da rua.

Hoseok virou a cabeça para Jimin, ainda com uma expressão um pouco distante, mas mais relaxada

— Não precisa se desculpar..— respondeu Hoseok com um tom mais suave. — Às vezes é bom ter um tempo para respirar e pensar sem as distrações

Jimin assentiu, percebendo que a conversa estava começando a fluir. então tentou manter o tom leve.

— Eu sei que você estava um pouco tenso lá fora. Está tudo bem?Hoseok olhou para Jimin, um pouco surpreso com a preocupação dele, eles recem tinham se conhecido.

— Sim, só... estava pensando em algumas coisas. Não é nada sério é só que .. — Ele deu um sorriso fraco, que parecia um pouco forçado, mas era um bom sinal. — bom.. então, o que você faz pra viver,Jimin?

— O que você acha que eu faço pra viver? perguntou,park, se relaxando no banco atrás de si, esticando os braços e colocando os atrás da cabeça se deitando,esperando a resposta do mesmo.

— Hm... — tragou pela última vez o cigarro, que praticamente havia queimado sozinho, e o jogou pela janela. — Pelo que observei no bar, quem sabe... — falou, passando os dedos nos lábios cheinhos, tentando pensar em algo coerente, enquanto Jimin observava cada reação do garoto. — Tatuador seria tão legal, até porque você é um gibi humano, mas seria uma boa, mas não. — Você faz caricaturas?! — finalmente perguntou, tentando acertar.

Jimin riu um pouco incrédulo, achando aquilo bem engraçado.

— Caricaturas, Hoseok?! — falou, tentando esconder sua vontade de cair na risada pela tentativa falha do outro. — Nossa... Doce, eu tenho cara de pintor, é?! — continuou, divertindo-se. — Eu sou professor de inglês, Doce.

Hoseok quase cuspiu todo o energético que havia recém tomado pela gargalhada que vinha rasgando sua garganta.

— Ah... mano, eu passei tão longe! Mas você tem carinha de tatuador!! — bateu o pé. Os dois riram mais um pouco pela birra do outro.

O riso deles preencheu o carro, dissipando qualquer tensão remanescente. Jimin observou Hoseok mais uma vez, encantado pela leveza que ele trazia, mesmo em momentos mais introspectivos. Quando as risadas começaram a se acalmar, Jimin decidiu compartilhar um pouco mais sobre si mesmo.

— Eu sempre gostei de ensinar, sabe? Ver as pessoas aprenderem, entenderem algo novo... é gratificante. E eu gosto de pensar que faço uma pequena diferença na vida dos meus alunos, mesmo que seja uma minuscula diferença.

Hoseok, ainda se recuperando das risadas, olhou para Jimin com um novo respeito.

— Isso é realmente incrível, Jimin. Eu nunca teria imaginado. E você parece ser um ótimo professor.

Jimin sorriu, apreciando o elogio.

— E você, Hoseok? O que você faz quando não está fumando e bebendo energéticos?

Hoseok deu um sorriso enigmático antes de responder.

— Eu sou bartender. crio alguns drinks e realmente gosto de fazer isso, da energia da boate e da madrugada.

Jimin ficou impressionado.

— Você deve ser muito talentoso, mas deve ser até que bem estressante trabalhar com esse público! — falou jimin passando a mão entre os cabelos platinados.

— não mais que lidar com adolescente e gritar por atenção o dia todo, mas você deve ser o professor bonitão, não é?! — hoseok perguntou com um ponto de curiosidade.

— como? — jimin indagou. — ah, você sabe "Agora é a aula do professor Jimin, amo quando ele usa regatas, ele é tão bonito" — fala hoseok, enrolando seu dedo numa de suas mechas de cabelo,imitando uma garota apaixonada secretamente pelo professor. — jimin ri um pouco envergonhado. — você é um palhaço! — jimin fala com um sorriso no rosto e hoseok devolve um também.

Hoseok sorriu, envergonhado, mas feliz com o reconhecimento. Eles continuaram a conversar, descobrindo mais sobre os interesses e paixões um do outro, enquanto o calor no carro e a conexão entre eles continuavam a crescer.

Os dois deitados com a cabeça no estofado do banco, estavam tão próximos, suas respirações se normalizando após todas as gargalhadas que hoseok os deu motivo.

Num ato impulsivo, Jimin beijou a boquinha de Hoseok, sentindo o gosto do Monster Ultra que ele tomava em sua língua quentinha, misturado com o gosto do Marlboro que impregnava seu carro também. Em um movimento rápido, Jimin puxou Hoseok para seu colo, que agarrou sua jaqueta pelo colarinho, intensificando o beijo e se movendo contra o corpo de Park, querendo mais contato com o tatuado. Ele arranhava a nuca de Park com suas unhas curtas, fazendo um belo estrago como presente. Jimin pedia internamente que o cheiro do doce perfume de Hoseok impregnasse sua jaqueta. Ah, céus, nunca mais iria lavar ela.

Logo se separaram pela falta de ar, aquele clima quente, as janelas embaçadas, a mão de jimin na cintura do de cabelos castanhos, ele que já havia desbotado os botões da calça de Jimin em meio ao beijo, Jimin passava as mãos em toda a cintura e barriguinha de hoseok, fazendo o mesmo soltar pequenos gemidinhos e arfares quando desceu para as coxas do garoto, apertando elas com ansia, ansia daquele metaleiro que era bonito de corpo e alma.

[todayisafridaynight]

Hey so ive been this reading this manga called "ojisama to neko" ( eng: "a man and his cat" ) and its sosososo cute so sweet 10/10 would recommend also THE MAIN MAN LOOKS. KINDA LIKE SAWASHIRO EVEN IF THEIR PERSONALITIES COULDNT BE MORE FAR APART. His name is Fuyuki Kanda and he is very dear to me just thought to share hope u have a wonderful day

NOOOO I LOVE OJISAMA TO NEKO SO MUCH !!!! I REMEMBER WHEN IT FIRST CAME OUT YEARS AGO AND I REALLY WANTED PHYSICAL COPIES OF IT DESPITE IT BEING ONLY IN JAPANESE AT THE TIME AAAAAA SUCH A GOOD SERIES I LOVE FUKUMARU SO MUCH….

[bunny342]

Never coincidental—Always intentional 💜💟

[losersclublol]

If there’s one thing I’m sure of, it’s that time is a fucking circle

[bizzlessupras]

[seokjinsonlyone]

japanese danger mv

[bonny-kookoo]

Jungkook

TERRITORIAL. | Softcore

"Don't worry- I'll take it real slow with you so you know I mean it."

Tags/Warnings: Punk!Jungkook, Wolf!Jungkook, Good girl!Reader, Dom!Jungkook, Sub!Reader, Corruption kink, strangers to crushes to lovers, Fluff, Adult themes

+ Additional Tags/Warnings: none, some flirting?

Length: who's counting anyways

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"Damn, who's pissed in your breakfast this morning?" Jimin laughs, trying to joke- but it's clear that Jungkook is genuinely angry with his packmate, heated glare sent his way.

"I told you, you were being too mean yesterday!" Hoseok scolds, smacking the younger wolf on the back of his head. "Now you ruined jungkookie's fun last night." He mumbles, looking at the youngest apologetically-

Though the wolf sits up almost proudly, a sly smile growing on his lips as he chews his food.

"Looks like he still got his dick wet." Jimin laughs, making Jungkook growl.

"I wasn't out to get my dick wet you dog!" He argues, before crossing his arms. "Was just.. driving around." He shrugs.

"You." Taehyung raises a brown before he sits down at the table as well. "Just driving around." He continues, making the youngest roll his eyes.

"You act like I'm always up to something." He accuses, before his phone buzzes on the table, quickly snatched away by Jimin who grins brightly while fighting against Jungkook's reaching hands.

"Movie sounds great, do you have one in mind?" He reads the message out loud. "Oooh, Jungkookie has an actual date?!" He exclaims, before the youngest wolf can snatch his phone back.

"Shut up." He growls, before he gets up to put on his jacket and boots, turning around once more. "Don't fuck this up for me. Next time you see us, just shut your mouth." He requests awfully.. nervously almost, before he leaves, door closing behind him.

"You think he's found someone he likes?" Taehyung wonders, pulling Jungkook's leftovers toward him.

"Looks like it." Hoseok shrugs.

"Huh." Jimin huffs, leaning bag with an almost proud smile. "Would you look at that."

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Your apartment is cozy, small but very inviting, and most of all- it smells like you and you only, something that Jungkook enjoys a lot.

"Do you want me to dry your jacket?" You wonder, looking at him carefully taking off his wet jacket, since it's been pouring outside. Only now do you notice that, once he pulls off his beanie, it's the first time you see him like that.

Damn. Those tattoos really paint a full sleeve and some.

Not to mention the fact that his black sleeveless top hugs his body so tightly that it leaves almost nothing to the imagination- and in a way, that makes you a bit self-conscious. He seems like someone who works out a lot and often- would he think of you as less attractive once he notices you hide no defined physique underneath your clothes, but small rolls and chubby thighs?

Maybe. Maybe this is a bad idea.

Interestingly enough, it seems like Jungkook notices your change in mood- posture changing to appear less threatening to you, tail waving a little behind him to add to the appearance. It helps- if just a little.

"I mean- sure? If it's not a bother.." He answers your question, making you nod before you take the heavy jacket from him, glad to have something to distract yourself with.

"You can.. sit down? Or, I don't know- raid my fridge." You joke a bit stiff, before you flee the scene, hanging his jacket up in your little laundry room where your dryer has already warmed up the air, everything smelling of your favorite fabric softener. You actually sometimes take a nap in here, especially during winter- you're not sure why, but the smells and warmth offers you the bestest naps, especially when you sleep on your thick feather filled quilt.

It's an odd habit. Will he think you're weird if he finds out about that?

Once you return to your living room and kitchen space, you find Jungkook already looking inside the fridge, scanning the different snacks and drinks in there, visibly curious as his tail stands high. You can't help it, in that moment-

sneakily tugging just a little on the very tip, causing him to snap around, startled.

"Sorry!" You apologize immediately, shrinking back a little. "I- that was rude-" You start, when he wags his tail so much it smacks against the open fridge door, his laughter ringing through the small space of the apartment.

"No worries, was just caught off guard-" He reassures with a grin. "-you're really quiet. And those ears work really well!" He jokes, pointing to his pierced ear.

"Should I be louder then?" You wonder, reaching past him for a bottle of water. "So you can hear me?" You ask, and he looks at you for a second, before he chuckles, throwing his head back.

"You're so cute!" He barks out, before he closes your fridge, following you back towards your couch. And there, you sit as if you're being scolded almost- hugging your legs in the very corner, too shy to really be comfortable around him, and of course- he notices.

"What's making you uncomfortable right now?" He wonders, zapping through the recommended shows on your TV.

"Huh?" You ask, looking at him. "Nothing. I'm fine!" You laugh, though even that sounds more like you're just trying to pacify him, and it reminds him of one of his packmates' mates, back when she first met the whole group.

You're acting very similar. Intimidated, unsure where your place is. Trying not to step out of line.

"Hm, you're not." He chuckles, sitting back a little more relaxed. "Is it the tattoos? They're off-putting to some, my mom doesn't like them either." He chuckles, trying to ease the tension- something he craves out of pure instinct, because, considering his interest in you, he can't have his possible future mate be this uneasy around him.

He's supposed to be your person of safety and protection, someone you can and want to rely on- not someone you're scared of, in any way.

"No- not really." You shake your head, looking at them from the distance, noticing the colors and intricate details in some parts. "Just.. I don't know." You mumble.

"Is it the muscle?" He wonders, head tilting to the side a bit, and when you look away and adjust your position a little, he clicks his tongue. "Ah, please don't worry. I know how to control my strength!" He jokes playfully, but you shake your head. "No?"

"It's not.. that, at least not really?" You wonder, deciding that you better rip off the bandaid right now so it'll hurt less later. "You're just.. you look really fit, and I'm not. I'm lazy." You explain, without any demeaning tone thrown at yourself. "I don't really do any.. working out." You say, and he shrugs.

"Fine by me. It's your body, not mine." He offers, and you're unsure what to think about that statement.

Growing up, you learned from both your family and past friendships and relationships even, that every sentence uttered by mankind has some sort of second meaning. It created some sort of imposter syndrome for you in a way, as if every praise and compliment had some sort of background to it. Like you didn't deserve it- and people were simply too nice to tell you that blunt and openly.

So maybe it's not him saying that it's your choice and he doesn't mind it- but him saying that he's simply aware of the fact that he can't force you to do anything, but that he's glad he's not in your place. It's a far reach, and you know this- but the petty demon inside your head just won't shut up, ever.

Luckily however, the wolf next to you on the couch seems to have telepathic powers or something- or maybe he can smell your feelings? Because he immediately adds something to his words to soften up his statement. "The most important thing for me is that you're healthy and happy. I don't need anything else, really." He smiles encouragingly, and you shrug, before nodding.

"I guess." You just mumble, letting the awkward silence wash over you both while Jungkook chooses a movie, logging into his own account on your streaming service- something you notice. "You can just buy it-" You say, but he chuckles.

"Nop. Let me do that- I'd feel bad otherwise." He explains, buying the movie with his own money. So his last name is Jeon? You really didn't mean to look at it, but it's hard not to. It's when the movie starts that he leans a bit more onto your little sofa, opening his arms. "Can we cuddle?" He wonders, and you look at him a bit like a deer in the headlights. "I promise my friend down there will behave. I just wanna have you close- is that okay?" He wonders, and you shrug, unsure how to approach it.

Considering how long you've been living by yourself, you feel like you forgot how to properly.. cuddle at all. And it's like you just realize that right now- when was the last time you hugged someone? Held someone's hand? Or just sat close to someone else?

"You don't have to. I just.. wanna make you feel more at ease." He softly says, pausing the movie on the TV. "If you're not ready to be this close to me yet that's fine, and understandable. We can try another time-" He starts, but you shake your head.

"I just.. I've been living alone for a while now." You say, opening up at least a little bit. "I'm.. I don't know, it feels awkward now." You admit, and he nods, soaking up the info you give him.

"Alright, I can work with that." He smiles. "We can take it slow and easy, no issues." He shrugs, setting down his hands again.

And that's where they stay, as you both simply watch the movie-

Jungkook quietly leaving after you fall asleep, but not before putting a blanket from the couch over your body.

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"I can't promise you they won't be weird-" Jungkook chuckles through the speaker in your helmet- a new one now, that you suspect he might've bought just for you, because it's a lot smaller and fits way better than the other one you've been given before. "-but I'll keep them in check." he reassures you.

"Are you like, the leader?" You wonder, unsure, and he chuckles again, stopping at a red light.

"No, I'll tell you who's who when we're there- I'm just a regular member, nothing more nothing less." He shrugs, one of his hands leaving the handle of his bike to rest on your thigh next to his leg, running up and down absentmindedly. "Is that okay? Or too much?" He asks, looking back for a second, though you can't see his face with the helmet covering his head entirely.

"That's fine." You say, genuinely meaning it- and you can't see it, but he's grinning brightly at this small step forwards, tail wagging. He's noticed you leaning against his back a lot more this time, slowly seeming to grow more comfortable on his bike, even so much so that you've begun to instinctively sit in the proper way to make driving easy for him.

And he also really enjoys you clinging onto him not in fear but comfort- but that's besides the main point.

The moment you arrive, everyone already standing around with their own bikes or by themselves, it's very clear that Jungkook's whole.. adventures with you has made the round. People are whistling and laughing, but it's also clear that it's just to tease him, and not in bad nature. You can even hear someone cooing when Jungkook reaches out to help you take your helmet off, bike standing secure on the kickstand, his own helmet already having been taken off. "Don't mind them. I'm the youngest of the pack." He admits, and you nod, smiling.

"You'll handle it, I'm sure." You agree, and he grins proudly, before he helps you get off the bike.

"Oh look at them, this is so cute!" Someone laughs, commenting probably on the fact that Jungkook had taken your hand in his to maybe offer you some extra security- something you appreciate.

"Please stop, you're scaring her off." He whines, as someone walks up beside you.

"Jungkook's right. Leave him be." A tall guy says, before he looks at you kindly. "I'm namjoon- not sure if he's told you already, but I'm the pack leader here " he offers, and you nod in greeting, smiling back. "I hope he treats you well- if not I'm gonna have to have a word with him." He jokingly threatens, making Jungkook roll his eyes.

"I'm treating her very well, thanks for asking." He snaps back, and you can't help but giggle a little at the banter they're both participating in.

Up close and personal like this, the whole pack of wolves doesn't actually feel all that threatening.

They're clearly playing around with him, teasing whenever he does anything considered affectionate towards you, and it's almost cute to see him glare at his friends for it. What makes you even happier is the fact that he doesn't mind being seen- he still makes sure you're always comfortable, checks in if you want to leave or if you're cold or if you're tired.

Right now, he's got you sat on his thigh, as he's sitting on the sidewalk- when there seems to be some tension rising, multiple wolves now moving to stand almost protectively in front of the rest. "Hey- stay here for a second yeah? I'll just check what's up." He says, helping you stand near his bike, before he leaves to do just what he said.

The way his tail suddenly rises, standing straight back, shows you that he's in an aggressive-defensive stance.

Somethings going on.

But it's resolved with simple glares from the pack, as Jungkook returns later to offer you your helmet. "Let's get you home, okay?" He says, and you nod, letting him help you with the helmet itself. "Don't worry, by the way. There's just some tension- and I'd like to.. not have you in the crossfire." He chuckles.

That's a nice thing to do, actually. He seems very much interested in your well-being, and that's new to you. But it's nice. Feeling like you're special.

Back at your home, he's helping you off his bike, taking the helmet from you- and you can't help yourself, as you unhook his own helmet with a click, before you slip it off his head, and lean in to kiss him.

It's a quick one, his helmet pushed into his hands as you run off into your home-

One look back making you laugh, as you see him frozen it appears like, tail wildly wagging behind him.

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He's awfully cocky next time he visits you, instantly leaning down as you open the door to let him in. "What? Do I only get goodbye-kisses?" He complains, and you giggle, leaning in to kiss his cheek.

And he growls at that, though his wagging tail reassures you there's no anger behind it.

"You have to earn it." You say, and he glares at you.

"Isn't my giant crush on you enough?" He wonders, and you laugh.

"Maybe?" You shrug, putting on your jacket. "Well.. I'll think about it after the date." You tease and he grins.

"Well in that case, I'll be getting a ton of kisses after tonight." He beams at you, proudly so.

And you're sure of it.

He already earned himself quite a few.

[on-the-clear-blue]

An idea I had about the Bat fam and what kind of music they would listen to

Alfred: prefers silence but on nights where he needs something in the background, surprisingly, Alfred is a fan of country music, preferint older artists but he is favorable to some newer stuff as long as it isn't stadium country.

Bruce: Old punk and metal, like the kind he heard at a punk bar he got in with shitty ids, in the late 80s high on acid with Harvey, this man thinks Nirvana was great but thought they didn't go hard enough.

Dick: as a child? Show tunes, if Disney put it out this man was humming it while kicking goons asses, later on in life? Dick has blossomed into musicals, but like, the kind your not thinking of, Dick belts out songs from Cats all the way to "Veronica open the please! Veronica open the door!" While banging on Tim bedroom door.

Barbara: Is a major fan of Lo-Fi, loves it since it is music but the lyrics don't distract her from doing her work, will play it in the library when it's slow

Jason: he grew up on the streets and that doesn't get a lot of options to listen to music...except in stores where they play the days top 100, he gets Vietnam flash back during Christmas time and he hears Mariah Carey, after his death and resurrection, he found rap and fell in love, loves all the lyricism and word play, has played Not Like Us on repeat for the last week even after the beef was done.

Cass: hard core death metal...and classical music. She does ballet dances to both. Nuf said.

Tim: as a child he was the kid who ripped fanaf songs off YouTube and played them as his ring tone, he still has those songs in rotation but has added folk punk and really obscure bands he finds with like 3 listeners...also is a fan of yacht core music...

Steph: Taylor Swift Girly, shares Dicks love of showtunes, huge BTS stan (while dating Tim she repeatedly "left" Tim for Jimin when ever they argued...Tim still has beef with him to this day)

Duke: Oldies, I can see him going through his parents old vinyls and tapes after they got jokerized to feel close to them and now he learnt all of Elvis's discography.

Damian; Anime songs. Cried the first time his listend to Blue Bird, listens to J-rock when he is painting, and even though he will try and hide it, he has a secret love for Bollywood music as well, probably was introduced to it while doing an early assassination with the League and kept with it as he left.

(Plus a few that I could think of)

Kate: she strictly listens to Alpha male work out music Playlists, heavy on the dubstep, can and will bench press your body weight to show you that no Chad SHE is the alpha here. (As well as Girl and red and Rio Romeo)

Bernard: listens to fan made game songs, meme songs (has all of the polish cow dance song memorized) chronically online taste, also has worked in kitchens so has a deep knowledge of rap and rock.

Roy: Dad music, loves a good jam sesh rocking out to KISS but because of Lian he now is immune to Baby shark being used as torture.

Jon: is a literal child. He is 12 and thinks that skibidi toliet is the best thing that has graced this world, he will tell Lex Luthor that he has Ohio Rizz, then do the griddy in the air and fly away.

[blog-name-idk]

The Plot Twist | 04

Written by @blog-name-idk and @eserethriddle

Summary: Once upon a time you would have jumped at the chance to live the idol girlfriend life. The cameras, the action, the whirlwind romance. But what was once a dream has now become your worst nightmare, and you fully intend to fight the universe as it repeatedly conspires to set you up with your seven perfectly good soulmates from Bangtan Sonyeondan.

In which we punt Y/N into all the fanfiction tropes and you do your feral best to subvert the love story.

Because nani the fuck, you are The Plot Twist.

Pairing: OT7 X Fem!Reader

Genre: Soulmate!AU, crack, humor, idol!AU, light angst, slow burn, romantic comedy, just a fun silly old time

Rating: 18+

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Chapter 4: "You like Pac-man, right?"

"How dare you!"

You’ve just finished entering the final character to G0d$l@yeR_69 when you look up from the post-game leaderboard screen.

"Pardon?" you ask in confusion, slightly alarmed by the speed in which a masked man is walking towards you and the Pac-man machine. Even with the mask, the exaggerated furrow marring the man’s forehead is more than enough for you to discern that he is less than pleased. You square your shoulders, in case you need to defend the precious apparatus. Well, that and protect Lee-ssi, but mostly the Pac-man game.

"You're G0d$l@yeR_69?" the man squawks, voice irate. He gives you a once over and bristles further. You can almost imagine his fluffy hair rising like the feathers of an offended bird, and he… kind of sounds like one, too. You struggle to stifle your snicker when he gestures broadly to your grown stature, incredulous even as he finally discerns to himself, “You’re not some pint-sized punk!”

“And yet here you are, humbled all the same.” you respond haughtily, dusting off the imaginary lint off your burgundy dress. “Based on your reaction, I take it you’re ‘Jin the PacMan God’?”

You pause.

Wait.

Jin?

In fact, this offended cockatoo of a man actually looks… familiar. Broad shoulders, nice eyebrows, and –

Your blood pressure skyrockets as you realize exactly who is yelling at you. Unfortunately, your temper rises faster than your self-preservation.

"I'm sorry, BTS Jin is the same stupid kid who calls himself 'Jin the PacMan God?'" you blurt before you can stop yourself. "What self-respecting adult wastes so much time on an arcade game?"

He raises an eyebrow at you with a pointed stare, and you shrug. You don't fit into that category. You certainly don't respect yourself.

"A grown woman calls herself G0d$l@yeR_69?" Kim Seokjin jabs in return, crossing his arms, now looking more sulky than angry.

"Well, it's accurate to lore," you retort with an uncaring flip of your hair, doing your best to look bored rather than reflect the panic beginning to clog your throat. His genuinely offended gasp would have made you laugh if you weren't currently running through the possible exit routes in your head.

And then Jin says, "Well, you must be cheating!"

The egregious accusation dispels all thoughts of escape from your head. Your pride and integrity as a gamer have been insulted, and you narrow your eyes at the self-proclaimed pro-gamer before you.

You’re fully prepared to defend your honor.

It's on.

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Jimin doesn't get it.

How could he be unlucky enough to get sidelined a second time in a row? He wasn't even late this time! But because there had been more men than women (a bit heteronormative for his tastes, but that's the current state of most official speed-dating events), he and a few others had to wait aside for a rotation. And then somehow, everyone had already decided to pair up before he even got to meet anyone!

Perhaps it's karma and he's being punished for telling his Jin-hyung that he sort of kind of definitely looked like a certain pink Moluccan bird species when he was all riled up and red-eared.

With a sigh, he leaves the building, shoulders slumped. He can't quite bring himself to call Jin yet, and so he decides to walk aimlessly for a while. Perhaps some fresh air will cheer him up.

It's a bustling street, and he nervously brings his mask up higher on his face lest he be recognized. No one seems to be paying attention however, and the people going about their daily lives remind him that despite his woes, life goes on.

An arcade catches his eye, and he shrugs to himself. A few rounds of killing zombies or racing fake cars will take his mind off things. It's a school day, so it's unlikely the place will be packed.

When he walks in, he hears a familiar screech, accompanied by the sound of a boot stomping on the ground.

"Yahhh! How did you do that?! That's not fair!"

What is Jin-hyung doing here? And what is he yelling about?

Curious, he follows the voice past the shopkeeper who looks torn between concern and amusement, to where Jin is ranting at someone obscured by his frame.

A p(r)etty sigh.

"I'm sorry this is so difficult for you to get through that coconut haircut of yours, but has it occurred to you that I'm just better?"

Huh, that voice is also familiar.

"That’s just prepos–"

"...Hyung?"

The voices cease as the two arguers turn to look at Jimin, and he feels his breath catch in his throat.

You look particularly lovely today, with a form-fitting burgundy dress that shows off much more soft-looking skin than the business or lounge attire you wear on the rare occasion he actually sees you.

And his Jin-hyung, next to you, all rose-colored cockatoo.

It's more than enough to set Jimin off-balance.

"Oh! Hi, LN-ssi!" he hurriedly squeaks, cursing his voice for cracking. What are all his voice lessons even for?

At least you can't tell his palms are suddenly sweating. Your eyebrows rise and Jimin realizes you never did tell him your name, that he just saw it on your mailbox and it stuck in his brain. Oh no, do you think he's a stalker now?

"You know this phony?" Jin cries, oblivious to the internal crisis his dongsaeng is currently experiencing.

Jimin's brows crinkle. Phony?

Your head whips to his hyung at his words, your eyes narrowing.

"I believe you saw proof with your own two eyes," you say icily, though your gaze has a fire that makes Jimin gulp. "Maybe you should get them checked? Sometimes they can fail with old age."

Jin's jaw drops, and as a constipated sound of outrage leaves him, you take the opportunity to brush past and march to the exit. Jimin, still confused, steps aside automatically to let you pass and you give him a reluctant nod.

"Jimin-ssi."

As you leave, Jin turns to Jimin to demand answers, but he barely hears it over the fluttering in his tummy.

It's the first time you've ever addressed him by name.

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The twelve-year-old boy opens his hand, revealing hard candy wrapped in shiny, yellow paper.

"You like Pac-man, right?" he asks, smiling brighter than the sun.

You accept his offering, sure your own face is radiant enough to power all of Gwangju. You can't say you have strong feelings for the buttery treat, but you do for the little boy who fills your days with laughter and sweet memories. You could spend forever playing with him at the park by your houses…

Except your parents get the brilliant idea of starting their own restaurant in Seoul. You are heartbroken when the decision to move is made, but you do your best to support their dreams, even if it comes at the expense of your only friend.

Out of sentimentality and denial, you save the shiny candy wrapper, holding it when you're sad, as if it's a talisman that can ward off the lonely ache in your chest. It's hard being the new kid in a big-city school, and though you present your mother's strong facade when your new classmates tease you about your satoori, it hurts. You have to be strong.

After one particularly bad day, you decide to drop into the local arcade, because all it will take is one smile from your appa to disintegrate your cracking veneer. You're a big girl, basically an adult at a whopping eleven years old! You're not a baby anymore, you just need some extra time to set yourself right.

You weave through the attractions, passing racing games and claw machines when something catches your eye. A familiar yellow character smiles at you from a game cabinet, and for a moment you feel like he is still there with you.

You walk up to the Pac-man arcade machine with newfound resolve and a sunny smile to match.

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“Sometimes I wanna drop by Gwangju,” Jung Hoseok begins, taking his seat at the dining table next to Taehyung, “But then I remember they already demolished the playplace from my childhood and think, huh, maybe not. Thing is, they sold really good tteok there.”

“Pan-fried tteok?” Taehyung leans back, remembering the taste of his own favorite rice cake flavors from Daegu. “My hometown had that, too.”

“Sometimes the cart owner-ahjussi would give us candy with our orders. I miss it a lot.”

Hobi's eyes take on a wistful look, and Taehyung pats his shoulder.

It must have been some really good candy.

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"Honey! I'm home!" you call, setting your briefcase on the floor as your husband rushes up to you wearing a cute apron that has nothing on his sweet face and sweeter smile.

"I just finished dinner," he says, greeting you with a kiss on the cheek that makes your chest fill with the glow of a million fireflies.

"What, mudcakes again?" you ask fondly. You thread your fingers with his, uncaring of the dirt on his palms, giggling at the pout on his face.

"You said they're your favorite!" he complains petulantly, though he doesn't pull away.

"They are," you agree, squeezing his hand in yours reassuringly. You beam at him, and his cheeks turn pink. "If it's something you made, it's my favorite."

You're suddenly tugged towards him and you squeak in surprise as wiry arms crush the air out of your lungs.

"You're my favorite," he mumbles into your hair, and it's the happiest you've felt in your entire nine years of existence.

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It's great to be back in Gwangju, away from all the insanity happening in Seoul. You can finally relax and live life rather than constantly look over your shoulder in the fear of running into another member of BTS.

Fuck you, fate! You're taking a break.

You knock on the old, familiar door, and it opens to reveal a kind, lightly lined face that breaks into a huge smile at the sight of you.

"Halmeoni!" you announce happily, stepping into your grandmother's arms and hugging her fiercely. She hugs you back just as hard, squeezing you with her deceptively spindly limbs as you melt into a hold that feels like childhood.

"We've been waiting!" she replies cheerfully before ushering you to the living room and calling your grandpa to come greet you. The house is the same as you remember, a comforting echo of days past.

"Oh! We ran into that boy you used to play with at the store earlier!" your grandma says just as you pick up your cup of tea. "The one you used to play house with!"

You laugh, thinking fondly of your childhood friend. Perhaps it wouldn't have been so bad if he had been your soulmate, rather than a group of the seven biggest idols in Korea. Or perhaps not – the things that are so simple to children don't always translate to adulthood, and those memories hold an untainted innocence that you wouldn't trade for the world.

You bring the cup of homebrewed tea to your lips, only to choke at your grandmother's next words.

"I invited him over for dinner!"

You stare at the twinkle in your suddenly menacing grandmother's eyes. In just one simple sentence, she has transformed from the kindly, loving fixture of your youth to yet another cruel, scheming matchmaker. Truly your mother’s maker. Leaving Seoul might have saved you from idol-related phenomena, but clearly not from your family's attempts at grand (and great-grand) children.

Instinct drives you to your feet and you grab your purse, tripping over the rug as you rush to the door.

"I have to go," you call over your shoulder, uncaring of the baffled expression on your grandma's face.

"But you just got here?" she says in distressed confusion, and your stomach fills with guilt at the sadness in her voice. "We haven't seen you in so long, dear."

You still, hand on the doorknob and so, so close to freedom and safety. Eventually, you sigh, shoulders slumping as the resolve trickles out of your body.

"Never mind, I'm going to take my stuff upstairs," you say in resignation, grabbing the carry-on still by the door and carting it to the guest room. The wallet feels extra heavy in your purse, and when you're safely within the confines of your room you sit on the bed and pull it out.

You reach behind the ID card in the plastic slot of your wallet and feel the soft, crinkly edges of a fond childhood memory.

You like Pac-man, right?

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Hoseok still remembers the smile on your face whenever he gave you the extra candy he would get with his tteok in the park. As well as the thinly hidden devastation on your face the last time he saw you, and you told him your family was leaving for Seoul.

Despite him being older, he had always admired your courage and tenacity, the way you would charge head-first at the things you wanted. Your unwavering support whenever he was feeling down or uncertain. During hard times as a trainee, he would sometimes picture your determined expression and feel an extra spark of energy.

He really isn't sure what to expect, or even if he's in his right mind, coming to dinner to see his long lost… friend? Play-spouse?

Would you even remember him?

The door opens, and Hoseok's heart jumps at the sight of you. The tentative smile on your face fades into an expression of utter shock, and he belatedly remembers exactly who he is.

"Wh–what the–I–" you stammer, looking just as mortified as Hoseok feels. In his ruminations of childhood, he had completely forgotten his present state of being and how it might impact new encounters. "Can I help you?"

"Y-Y/N?" he asks tentatively. To his bafflement, you flinch as if he had screamed at you.

"How do you know my name?" you ask, stepping back with your hand on the door. You look five seconds away from slamming it in his face, and despite his misgivings, Hoseok's heart sinks. For some reason this cold reception feels worse than if you were a saesang.

"I'm… I'm here for dinner?" he says tentatively, proffering the seonmul he brought. The expression on your face is so reluctant that for a moment he takes a whiff of the bag in case the pastries from the most expensive bakery in the area have somehow gone bad.

With a spark of panic, Hoseok wonders if he accidentally went to the wrong address. The house is familiar, and you look similar to the little girl he remembers, but perhaps he's just let his hopes affect his memories. Why else would you look so shaken, other than a strange man showing up out of nowhere?

"But you're… you're not–"

"Y/N, what's taking so long?"

Relief fills him momentarily as your grandmother comes behind you, though it's tempered by the way you haven't relaxed.

"But this is… this isn't…" you stammer, face pale as you look between Hoseok and your grandmother. It hits him that you probably don't remember his real name, as you had been too young to pronounce it correctly when you had first met.

"You used to call me Hoba," he says with a smile, realizing that this is why you must be so confused – you've recognized him as Jung Hoseok of BTS, and thus not your playmate from so many years ago. "It's nice to see you again."

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This cannot be happening.

Not only is the smiling boy from your fondest memories Jung Hoseok of BTS, but he just somehow had a break in his schedule the same weekend you're in Gwangju, and he ran into your grandmother at the supermarket? You left Seoul to get a break from these ridiculous situations and not to end up having dinner with one of your soulmates!

What kind of contrived, unimaginative bullshit is this?

"These are for you," Hoseok tells your grandmother with a formal bow, offering the pretty, pastel pastry box you had refused to accept earlier. She beams approvingly while you pinch yourself. Hard.

Through the pain in your arm, Jung Hoseok is still standing in your entryway, a sunny nightmare you can't wake up from. The old wrapper, once a magical talisman to ward off gloom, is lead weight in your pocket.

"Um," he begins awkwardly, looking bashful. It is not cute. He is not cute. "And this is for you."

He holds out a fuzzy yellow ball you immediately recognize, and you stare at it in shock. Your chest is doing something very funny, like tachycardic arrythmia. Yes. Hilarious.

Hoseok evidently takes your silence as disapproval, and wilts like a flower deprived of light. "Uh, sorry, you probably don't like Pacman anymore…"

"I do," you reply faintly, reaching forward to take his gift. Only to be polite. That's it. Certainly not because his dejection makes your insides roil with guilt. "Thank you."

"Of course," he replies, looking only marginally relieved by your lukewarm response. "Oh! You dropped something."

He dips low to grab something, and to your horror, your wallet is open –

"Wait, is this–"

"I JUST LIKE THE CANDY!" you blurt in a near scream, feeling your entire body light on fire. This would be humiliating in the best of situations, and Jung Hoseok discovering you kept the wrapper from an old candy he had given you, like a sentimental loser, is decidedly NOT the best of situations.

His resulting smile almost blasts you off your feet, and you wonder if overexposure to sunlight can lead to cardiac arrest.

“Y/N-ah,” Jung Hoseok says, tentatively, but with soft affection. It is more devastating than you could have ever imagined. “I missed you too. Have you been well?”

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Masterlist | Next

[btsjk-biased]

I was tagged by some amazing creators: @raplinenthusiasts / @cosmicdreamgrl / @jkvjimin / @cordiallyfuturedwight / @yooboobies / @taehyunghobi

Thank you so much for tagging me! I'm so honored! 💜

I created my blog this May. I never would have thought that this little blog could get so much attention. There are so many lovely people here, who are so nice to me. I’m thankful for that. I may not be very creative and productive, but I love making gifs. I feel really out of place here sometimes, but I still enjoy running my blog and decorating it prettily. I hope that the upcoming year will be better, especially since BTS are coming back. And I want to continue making gifs and updating my blog.

For 2024 wrapped I picked my favorite gifsets that I have made from each month since I started this blog.

May

Handsome men in the forest (photoshoots with nature are my favorite)

‘Love Yourself: Speak Yourself’ solo stages

Jung Kook ‘Seven’ interview for Spotify

Glowing

‘Seven’ Campaign Film

Flowers in his hair

Lovely prince

GOLDEN relax room (Spotify)

June

Dreamy (one of favorite concepts from albums)

JK for anan magazine

OUR PRECIOUS 7: Happy BTS 11th Anniversary! (2024.06.13) (this set is really important to me, I tried to match bts solo works by colors)

Jung Kook: BTS Summer Packages (these releses are one of my favorites)

Jung Kook ‘Seven’ x Inkigayo

Jung Kook for Vogue Korea: ‘Modern Hip Hop’

Jung Kook for Vogue Korea: ‘All That Jazz’

Jung Kook for Vogue Korea: ‘1970s Punk’

Jung Kook for Vogue Korea: ‘British Rock in the 60s’ (yeah! I had to make a few separate sets for vogue korea, because look at him! I think british rock set is my favorite out of them)

That flowery shirt on him (coloring this video was challenging to me)

MOTS ON:E concept photo book x MY TIME

JK for MOTS ON:E concept photo book

‘For Youth’: M Countdown (just tried to gently unwhitewash this video, and it turned out to be one of my favorite sets of all time, I really like this outfit on him)

July

I’ll be… lovin’ you right!

Insanely handsome

Are You Sure?! Launch Trailer (tried to combine edits with gifs for the first time)

JK to ARMY: After I met you, I could become an incredible person. It’s all thanks to you. I’m always thankful and I love you. (important words to me, also I tried to get rid of green filter on the video here, it was really hard to do)

7 princes

Jimin ‘Who’

‘Airplane pt.2’: Summer ver.

Jung Kook after Yoongi’s concert

The cutest boxer

August

But I still want you (an emotional song that brings tears to my eyes)

Enjoying some wine

Jung Kook and J-Hope in Love Yourself concert VCR (I love this vcr so much!)

Morning coffee

Relaxing on the yacht

Fun time in the pool

Cutie on the go-kart

Mood

In the waters of Jeju

He is so cute!

September

Happy Birthday, Jung Kook! (I worked on this one the longest and I like it so much, I decided to start making birthday posts in this style, they all are special to me)

Soft Yoongi (chose completely different videos from different years and tried to match them all in one set)

Jung Kook loves snow

Happy Birthday, Namjoon!

Peaceful time on the yacht

Jung Kook in ‘Are You Sure?!’ (it took me so long to make this one, I wanted to have a complication with some of my favorite moments with JK from every episode of the show)

October

Delicate spring look

Happy Birthday, Jimin!

Mint choco

Jin ‘I’ll Be There’ (I’m so happy that he is back! this song means a lot to me!)

Chilly

November

Tender-hearted cutie (I always cry watching this clip, he is too precious)

Jin ‘Happy’

Jin ‘Running Wild’

V ‘Winter Ahead’

December

Happy Birthday, Seokjin!

Checking reactions after performing at TSX, Times Square

The finest Calvin Klein global ambassador

Yoongi (Love Yourself: Tear)

Soft and delicate

Tagging @jung-koook / @heybaetae / @kimtaegis (only if you want to, no pressure) and anyone who wants to do it too!