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spookysmujer · 4 years ago

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Family is Forever, O. Diaz

Summary: The past comes to haunt you and your family with Oscar.

warnings: angst, domestic!Oscar, swearing,physical abuse, attempt sexual abuse, child endangerment

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A life long dream of yours since freshmen year in high school was to move somewhere along the East Coast and for sometime that was the goal that you were working hard towards.

And then Oscar Diaz happened. It was sophomore year when he ‘claimed’ you. You weren’t so into him as much as he was into you but he never stopped trying to get you and by some twisted fate of luck, he got you. Not long after officially dating, you got pregnant with your son, Abel. It didn’t matter that you were only 16 or the fact that Oscar had joined a gang. You two made it work.

That was 6 years ago, your son has grown into a very intelligent little boy. He is a carbon copy of his dad at that age, his thick black locks that are curled on top of his head has to be your favorite feature of his. You hadn’t got to see Oscar with hair like so since he’d already been sporting the shaved cholo look from when you two began dating.

A lot has happened over those 6 years. Both good and bad.

It was only a few weeks into summer after graduating high school that Oscar was arrested for drug possession. It completely wrecked you. At that point it seemed obvious that he would be the one you’d spend the rest of your life with. All that seemed to shift on the night when the police knocked on the door. The loud, echoing pounding and a 2 year-old Abel seemingly frightened.

When Oscar opened the door he didn’t try to resist arrest for he knew this day would come. You held your son close to your chest as he called out for his papa.

You took him to visit Oscar whenever he’d ask and let him talk on the phone with him every chance you got. Nothing could get between you and your family, not even prison. And when he was released after 4 long years, the heavens rejoiced and so did the two of you. With lots of rolling in the sheets.

That’s why you’re now in a PartyCity store looking for the right unicorn balloons for your soon-to-be 4 year old daughter’s upcoming birthday. When you found out you were pregnant again only 2 weeks after Oscar had been released, the both of you laughed, not surprised one bit. It was no secret that you wanted more kids together so it was fate to add a little girl, whom you named Ella, to the mix.

“Ma, can we go now? We been here forever.” Abel sighs as you make another round in the same isle you were in just a few minutes ago.

The corners of your lips lift as you know he has your patience, which is zero to none. He’s been a champ for most of the morning but once you had been running back and forth between stores, he began to lose his patience quickly.

Your daughter sports a mean muggin’ face, much like her father. “I wan mah balloons!” She is standing in the cart, staring at her brother. The look of ‘I am going to get my way’. Abel only rolls his eyes and groans as she turns to sit in the cart and look at which balloons she wants.

“Cute kids.”

A voice sounds from in front of you, you smile and turn to thank the stranger but you are met with no stranger. A very familiar face. One that put you through hell, one that definitely was not suppose to be within a 100 feet of you.

When Oscar was in prison you were absolutely loyal to him. Not once did you lose faith in your relationship. Even when you had your hardships such as the times Oscar got doubtful that he would never get out, he’d ask you to move on. Though it was never a thought at all. You share a child together, you’re bonded for life.

But to the streets if your man is serving time then you’re fair game. That’s just how they ran things but to hell if you were gonna let that happen. That never stopped other dudes trying to get with you. And there was one particular one that never stopped trying, Tomas. He became obsessive with you. He wanted you, he wanted to be the man that Oscar couldn’t be for you at that moment. But you never gave in because for you Oscar was it.

“What are you doing here? You know the obligations of your restraining order.” The calmness in your voice shows no fear but you know the lengths he’d go when it comes to you.

Tomas only chuckles to himself as he digs his hands in his pockets, “That expired this morning at 10. But I’m just visiting some homies, ain’t know you’d be here.”

You watch him intently as pull your son closer to you. Thankfully Ella has her back to you so you could have a hold on her should he try anything, “Yeah well, I don’t want nothing to do with you so I think it’s best if you just go on about your day and your life far away from here. Oscar has been out for a while now so I wouldn’t be so stupid and try something.”

He takes a few steps forward which makes you automatically step back, one hand locked on your son’s shoulder and the other on the shopping cart. “Calmate, I’m just passing through, preciosa.” A chill runs down your spine as he caresses your face with the back of his finger making you flinch.

Abel grabs onto you and holds you tightly as Ella watches the man stand close to you, “Mama, who is this?” She asks excitedly as she pulls herself up from sitting. You look to him and her as he turns towards your little girl.

“Hi, I’m Tomas, a friend of your mom’s. And who are you?” Your heart rate is increasing, your nerves are scattered all over the place, worried something may happen. Your daughter’s curiosity has worried you since she could talk.

She smiles as he waits for her answer, “Ella, it’s my birthday soon! I’ll be this much!” Ella holds up 4 little fingers and covers her mouth with her other hand, laughing due to Tomas’ pretend shocked expression.

“I have to go. Please stay away from me and my family.” You hoist your son into the cart, despite his protests that he can walk. You step back quickly and spin the cart around.

Ella is complaining that you didn’t get all the balloons but you hush her. After checking out you ask a worker to escort you out. He kindly helps you load your car as you get your kids in.

“Answer, answer, answer.”

You’re chanting quietly to yourself as you pull out of the parking lot to head home. Your heart is thudding in your chest like wildfire, you need to hear Oscar’s voice, even if he says he is busy you just want to have his calming voice soothe you.

A few rings in, “Hola, mamas. Where are you?”

You slump back into the seat, his voice on the sound system has an instant effect on you. You exhale a deep breath, “Papa, it’s me! I miss yew!”

Ella shouts and you smile as you hear Oscar laugh, always so happy to hear their voices, “Mija! I miss you and your mano, where are you guys?”

“We just leave the store! I meet mama’s man friend.” You quickly shush your daughter and hang up the phone call. You can’t be mad at her because it’s not like she knows better or the fact that you forgot to tell to your kids not to mention seeing Tomas to their dad.

She whines that you ended the phone call, “Babygirl, you can’t tell daddy about that man, okay?” You look in the rearview mirror to get a look at her as she has her arms crossed over her chest and gaze away from you. “Mija, look at mommy please.”

When she finally does take a look at you, she keeps her lil Spooky face on, “That was mean and papa will be mad you did that.”

“I know, I shouldn’t have done that. Just don’t talk about that friend we saw because then daddy will be really mad at mommy. Please?”

Ella’s features soften a bit and turns happy when you tell her that you’ll stop to get ice cream on the way back home. Both kids cheer with happiness as you pull into McDonald's drive thru.

Oscar has sent some texts asking about the abrupt end to the call and what Ella was going on about, but you made up the excuse that there was terrible reception and that she has been spilling nonsense since this morning. He brushes it off and you sigh in victory.

You finally get home, very weary of your surroundings though you don’t think Tomas would be so naive to try anything knowing you were with the Santos leader. Oscar gets home not long after you, thankfully he didn’t bring up the phone call and you went about your night.

“Com’n son, time to bathe. Vamanos.” Oscar calls out from the hallway. Abel stands but moves slowly from the living room, so focused on the big screen, “Abel!” Your son scurries off. He is always last to shower because he is so glued the TV all the time.He has learned what comes next if there is a 3rd time being called. “Coming!”

The stress of Ella’s birthday is taking a toll on you because she is a very specific little girl and the slightest detail on a decoration will have her stomping her feet and pouting her lip for days. You’re definitely raising a perfectionist.

Oscar stands in front of the bathroom mirror as he uses a razor to clean up his facial hair as well as to keep an eye on Abel who loves to let the bath get too bubbly or he’ll doze off and considering it’s nearly 10 PM, it’s a possibility.

“How was shopping with Mama today?” Oscar asks as he zeroes in on getting a clean cut. Abel doesn’t answer right away as he ponders telling Oscar about his whole day or skipping on the part about meeting Tomas and how you were not so happy about it.

With Abel as the older child he is more aware. Unlike Ella who couldn’t pick up on the unsettling feeling Tomas had given off, Abel knew that this man was trouble. And his dad always taught him to protect his family. Family is forever and is the most important thing. Always to protect his family if his dad couldn’t.

“It was okay. Ella was whining, papa. She didn’t like the balloons mama picked out at one store so we had to go to a whole other store! I was tired of looking at pink and purple unicorns. Then that man that came up to us was..”

Abel stopped talking as he realizes he let it slip out. And Oscar heard him loud and clear. He waits for Abel to continue talking but nothing comes from behind the shower curtain. Abel begins to cry, scared that he’ll get you in trouble. Oscar opens the shower curtain to see his son with his knees to his chest, sobbing.

Meanwhile, you are oblivious to what is happening. Your son keeps his face hidden as Oscar reaches to turn off the flowing water and sits on the side of the tub, watching his son. What is he afraid of saying that is making him this anxious?

“Abel Cesar Diaz, what’s going on? Hm?” Oscar taps his sons knee and the big, dark orbs that resemble his father’s peer up. Oscar can be the typical Hispanic father that tends to be disciplinary but he has learned that talking helps a lot as well.

So Abel explains to his dad what happened at the store with your friend. About how you didn’t look like you wanted him around and how scared you seemed. He explained how the man looked at you and how he didn’t think he was good news.

The veins on Oscar’s neck and forehead begins to bulge the more his son explained about Tomas. Oscar is aware of who he is. When he was in Corcoran his homies always kept him up to date of the streets. And it upset him when he had to hear about this pendejo from the Santos rather than from you. But after you two had a heated conversation over the phone, your next visit you explained. And when Tomas kept persisting you, you finally had a restraining order and more protection from the Santos until Oscar got out.

Oscar comforts his son and tells him that he isn’t upset with him. “Hey, you protected your mom, so you did your part and I am proud of you.” He helps him get dried off and ready for bed. After tucking his son in, he checks on Ella who is softly snoring on her bed. He smiles that she has finally gotten use to sleeping alone. He closes their bedroom door and stands in the hall for a moment, sighing and wiping the tiredness from his eyes, making his way to you.

You’re hunched over the table looking over a tablet that carries the plans for the birthday party as well as thanksgiving since that’ll be in a month. “Want a beer?” You ask Oscar as he sits across from you but he waves you off.

“Tell me about that stunt Tomas pulled today.”

Your eyes meet his and you freeze for a moment. Your chest is rising and falling as you try to figure out something to say, “He ran into us at the store. I told him to leave me alone and that’s all that happened. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I just..”

Oscar’s jaw clenches as you stare at him, your heart skipping each beat the longer he stares and doesn’t say anything. “And you didn’t tell me again because? Had to hear from Abel. Again, Y/N? Someone is bothering you, you tell me. You let me handle that shit. That’s why our call suddenly ended? Making the kids fuckin’ lie to me too?”

His anger is beginning to bubble over. You take slow breaths to keep your temper under control. With the past couple days you’ve been having, you had no energy to start arguing back. “I never told them to lie, I asked them to not mention it. It’s not lying, technically..”

“Oh, don’t give me that shit. Don’t be technical with me, that puto should know better than to be approaching you and even my own son could feel how much he bothered you. It’s a good thing I’m raising my son right to protect his mama.” Oscar stands and paces the kitchen.

“Babe, I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you..again. I had no idea that he would be there, you think if I knew that I would have went out today?”

Oscar leans against the counter, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration, “I don’t know why I didn’t hear anything from the compas. Everyone knows, including him, he got a target on his head for what he did. This is why I tell you carry that gun in your purse. My kids were there. And I love you to the fuckin’ end, amor... but had something happened to one of them, a bullet would be in your fuckin’ head.”

He leaves you in the kitchen by yourself and you’re shocked at his words. Oscar has been a dad since he was a teenager, since the two of you met. You knew the lengths he’d go for Cesar, but for his kids? He’d take out anyone including you as he stated. You let out a shaky breath.

You decide to give him sometime alone. He’s the most upset you’ve ever seen him and he is rightfully so but you weren’t sure how to fix it. You do what you think any man cannot resist, seducing them. At least this way you can ease into him forgiving you.

But when you enter your shared bedroom he is tucking his two kids in on your bed. You quirk your eyebrows up in confusion. Did he know you well enough that you’d use seduction to get his forgiveness? Oscar turns to see you standing in the doorway, “Why are the kids in here?”

“Heading out, I want them by you while I’m out.” He is shuffling around the room gathering things. The usual: keys, phone, wallet, gun, extra mag. You watch him as he looks to you, “Where exactly are you going, Oscar?”

He breathes out through his nose and that’s enough for you to know. You don’t open your mouth to bicker as he is standing in front of you now, looking down at you with eyebrows creased together, “He ain’t getting near you or my kids again. Don’t leave the house or room, lock the bedroom door and don’t unlock it til I call you.”

Oscar steps away but stops to turn and pull your face towards his.He presses his lips to yours. You melt into it instantly, your hands grasping his forearms. The kiss deepening for a moment as your hands move up to cup his face. When he pulls back you are breathless. Craving more.

Then he is gone.

The house is quiet as you lay awake waiting for your boyfriend to return. Your fingers running through your son’s hair. Something you love to do and Abel loves you doing it too. Ella not so much though. She’s a verbal lover rather than a physical lover, the thought making you chuckle. How different your two kids are.

You’re pulled from your thoughts as you hear some shuffling from the living room, grabbing your phone you wait for it to ring with Oscar’s name but it never does. So you call out to him, “Babe?”

When you get no response you climb out of bed and quietly tip toe towards the bedroom door to get a better listen, maybe he is testing you to see if you’d listen to what he said about not unlocking the door until he calls.

The buzzing of your phone pulls your attention and you see Oscar’s name pop up with the cutest picture of him and the two kids. You sigh in relief, unlocking the door and stepping out to an empty hallway.

“Oscar?” You call out and switch on the light but he isn’t there. You click the answer button and bring the phone to your ear. “Babe?”

“Hey, this puto is hiding, still nothing just checking on you. The kids still asleep?” When the words leave his lips, you close your eyes and feel a tear slide down your cheek. When you open them, Tomas is standing at the end of the hall, leaning against the wall watching you.

You hold the phone to your ear as you watch him put a single finger close to his lips signaling to be quiet about his presence. You could tell Oscar about him, then you could run to the room and lock the door. Quickly hide the kids in the bathroom for their safety and tell Abel to call his dad because so long as your kids are safe that’s all that matters. But what if he is quicker than you? What if he goes straight for the kids?

“Snoring like bears per usual. We’re okay, just be safe and Oscar?” You pause for a moment as Tomas gives you sickening, sinister look stalking towards you until he is standing right in front of you, his hands brushing against your exposed waist as you’re in a crop top. “Si?” Oscar answers you.

Tomas’ hands grab your chin and lifts it for you to look up at him, “When you find him, put a bullet right between his fucking eyes.” Tomas smiles and swipes his thumb on your lower lip, making you flinch.

Oscar chuckles, “You’re turning me on, mamas. Not much of him will be left. I’ll see you soon, te quiero.”

“Te quiero.” You say in a whisper as the line cuts. You try to step back but Tomas is quick, as you suspect he might be. He grabs ahold of the back of your head and into your hair. He pulls it back roughly with his body now pressed against you. “You have no idea how much I still want you. I think of you every single night. I remember how close you were to giving it to me. Hm.. you remember how badly you wanted me?”

You want to throw up, the feeling of him against you and his words makes you feel repulsed. His grip is iron-like and he is not letting up not until he gets what he wants and it’s obvious he wants you.

“P-please. M-my kids, let me close the door. Just let me at least close it.” Your bottom lip is trembling uncontrollably and the tears have been spilling over since the phone call with Oscar ended. He analyzes you. Are you trying to make an escape? He walks forward, pushing you back towards the bedroom door. And with his free hand reaches back to close the bedroom door, you look over shoulder at your sleeping kids as the door closes. Sending a little prayer for their safety.

He grabs your face and plant a sloppy kiss on your lips. You drown under him, not knowing how to win in this situation.

“So what do you do now?”

Oscar voice causes his chest to vibrate which is right up against yours. He has your arms pinned under his, “Hm, I kiss you to distract you!” You tilt your head upwards to plant a chaste kiss on his lip. He smiles into the kiss and pulls his head back, “You gonna be kissing random dudes who run up on you, hm?”

You can’t help but laugh as he gives you a mischievous look. “Well if it works for me to distract them long enough, then yes!” Oscar rolls his eyes and nods his head to proceed with his defense lesson since you weren’t so keen on firearms, he’s teaching you physical defense.

“Fine, fine. So let’s say the kiss does distract the perp, if you have him in this kind of position? Jab here with all your might.” He points to his side right below his rib cage. “There’s a nerve that’ll cause them to tense up and give you a few seconds. That’s when it matters the most, those few seconds. So think before you do.”

You look at the spot Oscar had pointed to, you jab your fingers there and he tenses up like he says would happen. He curls over and you step back and laugh, making your quick escape.

That moment plays in your head. The kissing is a distraction, he has one of your arms pressed against him and it’s the perfect opportunity. Then the thought of how you asked Ella to pick up her toys that laid on the kitchen floor earlier infiltrates your memory as she never did considering she fell asleep.

You allow him to seep his tongue into your mouth and when you do, you feel him release the grip on your hair. This is the moment. With your fingers pointed, you dig your hand into his side, right below the rib cage and he retorts back. The same way Oscar had. You use your shoulder to push him into the wall which gives you enough space to move away from him.

Tomas recovers quicker than you hoped. So when you were going to leap over the pile of toys, hoping he would trip over them, you feel a grip on your hair once more and you’re sent flying back. The pain stinging your scalp, you yulp when you hit the ground. He is on you and his body suffocating you, “You stupid bitch! Pull that stunt again and I promise you’ll regret it.”

His hand hits your cheek and you cry out as you try to get him off you. The fear setting in as his hand reaches to his belt, the clinking of the metal making you terrified of what is to come next.

But it’s the sound of a gun cocking that stops Tomas trying to unbuckle his belt. He looks back towards the sound just as you do too. You’re heart breaks into a million pieces to see you 6 year old son holding a gun in his hand. His grip on it perfect, ready to fire. His stance, arms out and legs spread apart ready for the recoil.

“Son, go back in the room, please. Just go back to your sister.” Your voice trembles as Abel keeps his eyes on Tomas. In the moment, he resembles his papa more than ever.

Abel shakes his head no, “Get off my mama. I know how to shoot a gun and I’ll shoot you, get off her now!” He sounds like his dad too, you can only sob.

“Mommy?” Ella’s voice sounds from behind Abel. Which distracts him. Tomas takes this opportunity to get the gun away from Abel, “No!” You cry out.

Despite the ache in your body, you sit up and jump on Tomas’ back just before he can reach your son, Ella is screaming scared as Abel runs to his little sister and stands in front of her. You hold onto Tomas with all your might, the strength of a mother is like no other, “Abel, go! Get your sister and run, baby! Run to Tio Cesar’s friends house, go!”

Tomas manages to get you off and slams you back into the wall. The blow stunning you, you have the wind completely knocked out of you. The back of his hand hits your face which causes you to fall over. You cry out as you see him step towards your kids. The fire of the gun sounds and Tomas cries out in pain holding his arm.

“Y/N!” You hear Cesar followed by footsteps. He is kneeling besides you as the Santos enter the house to check it out. “My babies, are they okay?”

“Mama!” Abel calls out as he drops the gun and runs to you, you hold your arms open to embrace your son. Your brave baby boy. Fearless much like his father. Ella joins quickly and you squeeze them tightly.

They sob in your arms as you sit on the floor, the pain radiating throughout you numb from the love your kids are giving, “Y/N! Baby?!” Oscar’s voice booms through the house as he approaches you. He pulls Cesar away as he falls to his knees besides you. His arms envelopes all 3 of you.

Ella turns into her father’s chest, he can feel her thudding heartbeat. Tears stream down his face as he felt he let down his family but as the Santos grabbed the injured Tomas and dragged him out of the house, both of you sigh in relief that the worst is over.

“Mijo, you did it again. You protected your family and papa is so proud of you. You..” Oscar can’t form anymore words as he hugs his son and plants kisses on his head. You stand from the ground and use Oscar’s arm as support.

“Cesar take the kids to the bathroom, make sure they’re okay, por favor.” The younger Diaz nods and whisks away the little ones. Oscar pulls a chair out for you to sit, he kneels in front of you and examines the damage.

You look to him, eyes feeling puffy from the crying, “I’m sorry, I didn’t listen. I put our kids in danger and you’re right, I should have a bullet in my fucking head. I’m sorry, Oscar.” Your head falls as you sob hard, the hyperventilating causing hiccups.

“Baby, none of that shit matters. My kids are okay and you are now. He can’t do anything to hurt you anymore and I promise, you didn’t do nothing wrong. We’re lucky we’re raising a smart boy. I love you.” He wipes your face dry with his shirt and stands, pulling you into his warm, safe embrace.

You all take a shower and cuddle into the bed. Abel and Ella rest in between you and Oscar, embracing each other. Ella has her tiny head on her brother’s chest, forever his sister’s keeper. Oscar sighs as he intertwines your hands together, you look up at him as he gives you a soft smile.

This morning you woke a happy family and tonight you lay down a stronger one.

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seokjins · 7 years ago

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this post will be focused on the differences between rehearsals and performance, but also looking at small details about learning patterns and choreo that couldn’t be seen through the home party vlive

note: i will be consistently referring to my previous 3J stage post during this analysis, so please keep that open or give it a read before going thru this

overall: i was shocked to see that bighit had included STUDIO CLIPS of their rehearsal because

the combos aren’t cleaned yet

they’re still learning said combos

i got to see how 3j work off-stage

rehearsals tell me a lot

if you remember from my earlier analysis post, i wasn’t very impressed w jungkook’s dancing. giving the audience more chances to see him helps me paint a fuller image of his abilities. i can say confidently that w/o his awful costume (it hid all his movements), he is putting energy/nuances into his steps. having multiple rehearsal clips also tells me that jk just had a bad run during the broadcasted performance~

i was also happy to see hoseok’s facials !! finally!!!!! now i’m able to pick apart some smaller rehearsal –> performance differences

studio ver

hoseok

0:50 - 1:21 - hoseok’s eyes are glued to the mirror even when he’s moving his neck/chin/torso. this is bc he’s watching himself n self-correcting. you can compare this to the way he moves his head and eyes across the audience during the performance instead. every cool to pick up on ~~

0:26 - hobi’s arms?his legs ?the fluidity of his torso’s movement (folding, twisting, bending) like fucking water! bitch !!!

0:29 - he’s the only one who’s on his leg (aka on balance) while still moving through his entire chest and torso to complete the required circular movement

0:53 - his left hand …. a BLADE. IT’S A FUCKING SPATULA. I COULD COOK MY FOOD W IT. and i don’t like it lol

1:03 - 1:17 - he cleaned up the footwork more for the performance and had way more energy. he was lower in his legs (they were more bent) and his weight was back, his arms were moving Extra lots, and it was super high powered !

technically, hoseok does everything right in that section. he hits the beats, he executes the choreography, but THIS is the important part that sets a good dancer apart from a great dancer. he’s focused on cleaning the steps and correcting mistakes, but once he’s onstage he’s able to let loose and just go ALL IN. he doesn’t hold back, even when it’ll tire him out faster

his eyes are tracking himself in the mirror, but later they follow the natural movement of the head. there’s connection between his dancing and the people who are watching.

additionally, he’s able to dance more full out during the performance because he was faster, lighter, harder, deeper, really giving his 500% (facials AND choreography-wise). you can see he stepped it up when he got onstage…a clean difference between rehearsal and live presentation !!! he pushed himself to do more than the basic actions. wow. a king.

1:54 - you can see he adds an extra jerk of his upper body when he’s diving low. the reason i’m pointing this out now instead of the stage tech clip later is because we can see he’s working on consistency. this tells me that move was intentional, and he was definitely working on incorporating it into his dancing

2:53 - his arms are my favorite. they’re fluid and he has such nice lines after he rolls thru them .. hands too

3:05 - i wish hoseok used this resistance more in his dancing. he opts for looser movement, which is nothing bad, but sometimes i wish his versatility extended to playing around w slow --> fast movements, similar to jimin’s style

3:24 - i love his arms there, again. so fluid. it looks like hes pulling them along w the rest of his motions

3:30 - this lil bitch really needs to stop sticking his arm between his legs and then dragging his hand up his crotch oh my god take a shot whenever hobi does this in the video and die of alcohol poisoning

3:31 - he’s marking (not dancing full-out) everything, but his shoulders are just nut after nut AFTER NUT. they’re the precursor to the stuff he’s able to pull off later, and it’s so interesting to see these things !!!!! there’s a lot i can learn about bts and their dancing this way

jimin

0:01 - 0:07 - SON !!!!!!!!!!BOY!!!!!!!!!!KID !!!!!!!MY CHILD !!!!!!!!!!!! LITERALLY JUST FUCK ME UP !!!!! this hoe was marking and it was already clean? he hit every single beat and the actions were sharp.. precise. . cutting me like a KNIFE

as i said before with hobi, i can see that his foundations are strong even in rehearsal and marking the choreography .. so therefore it will translate well on stage. which it did hehe

0:13 - he managed a double tap with his right foot and made it musical. he hit the beats !!!! he really did !!! even though it was ridiculously fast turnaround between each

0:16 - here you can see the difference between rehearsal and actual performance. his footwork during the transition is messy; he stumbles over himself and takes too many steps for it to look easy

0:18 - uhhh the way he pulses? so controlled. so easy. tons of resistance but no tension in anything other than where his movements should be isolated

0:25 - he’s got pretty pretty ballet hands :(( i love

0:28 - he’s shuffling around a lot on his standing leg. he needs to find a place to put his weight (he’s shifting between heel and toes right now) in order to make the pivot look cleaner

0:57 - 1:07 - u can tell he hasn’t finished polishing this combo yet bc there are faster transitions that look rushed. compare him to hobi, who looks at ease and relaxed for the whole eight count. jimin’s feet aren’t moving on the music, his arms aren’t able to go full out yet, and it looks Messy like he can’t quite get his head around everything

2:30 - 2:39 - this is one of the reasons i love watching rehearsals, especially given the luxury for footage of MULTIPLE. here, we can see that jimin is now more familiar with the choreography and his able to dance with full arms and even more head movements. whether this is the next day or an arbitrary amount of time later, it’s clear that he got his head around the choreo during the time that passed between clips

3:14 - uhhhh FOOT!WORK!

3:18 - this jump is executed really nicely. he gets enough air time and the front leg gives enough force to push him both up and backwards (so on a diagonal). i just wish he balanced out the step by lifting his back leg up more bc it looks like it’s dragging on the ground afterwards

3:18 - 3:21 - this is it....this is the Killing Moment. the end of all ends. the most beautiful moment of life. i have seen god and she has returned to earth w a group of angels singing in four octaves with heavenly instruments playing as she descends upon earth 2 bless me w jimin’s control his power his passion and energy and SNAP and how hard he hits while managing to isolate parts of his movement im

3:36 - idk how he manages to snap every single one of these steps. even jungkook and hobi aren’t able to do it the way he does ghghghghhgk

3:39 - nice turn, nice lift of the left leg at the end, now would u please spot please and thank you

jungkook

0:00 - 0:08 - already, i’m able to see that jungkook IS moving his body a lot, even if he’s just marking the combo. i said this earlier, but this assures me that it was 100% his costume that was the problem, and not his actual dancing that made his performance underwhelming

0:05 - i don’t know if it’s the set choreo or what, but i don’t like the fact that he extended his left arm parallel to the floor and kept it there. while having a straight arm (compared to the floor) is favorable in other parts of the combo, it breaks the line of his body here. u can see this by comparing his chin/head to his arm. the “line” of his torso isn’t connected all the way thru. it’s broken, so therefore looks less appealing

he also doesn’t move anything except his head here, and i don’t like that. it looks very stiff

0:11 - he is SUPER fluid here, and in a good way. it’s controlled, but also loose. there isn’t anything floppy about his movements, and it flows well through the entire length of his arms & he even makes a note to travel up to his shoulders

0:22 - i like the way he leans his weight forward. it’s very nonchalant, but also held/looks “dancer-like”

0:24 - the way he leans his weight back is just.....yum

0:28 - i actually like his ver of that leg-lift-pivot (???) thing the most, even though he’s not doing it full-out. it gives him more control and makes the step look very clean, so if i was their teacher, i would’ve made the change to what he did since i’d rather see something clean than messy and challenging. it just looks nicer and more put together

0:49 - SO MANY THINGS WE MISSED BC OF HIS BAD COSTUMING !!!!!! he rolls through his limbs and even snaps into resistance !!!!! + his Active Fingers at the end of the step . Serve it to me, Bitch

0:55 - 1:05 - while he doesn’t have as much energy as hoseok, i still prefer his interpretation over jimin here. jimin’s too stiff and lacks the fluidity required to make this combo look good

here, i’m going to say that jungkook knows the choreography better than jimin as well. make of that what u will, there’s nothing i can really say about that except point it out lol

1:13 - OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH MY GOD there is SO MUCH FLEXION HAPPENING W HIS TORSO HE’S BENDING AND STRETCHING AND GOING IN ALL THESE DIFFERENT DIRECTIONS AND HOPPING BACK AND FORTH A TINY BIT this is what i missed onstage and i am so glad that i was able to see him perform this, even if it was in rehearsal

1:57 - mood tho

2:54 - definitely did not get to see him move through this much of his body during the home party stage. very happie to witness it now. the line of his arm and his hands are also really nice at the end (when he extends them)

3:29 - loose but also held Enough that it makes it my favorite interp of the choreo out of the three

3:31 - he’s just marking, but he has really nice shoulders here

3:24 - his hands .. when he’s flicking them back and forth all i can say is that more than my eyes are crying right now :)))))

general comments

what i noticed with hoseok is he has trouble matching his hands. the shape of them are usually not the same, and the angle of his arms (when he bends at the elbow) don’t match. this is something i’d like him to fix, unless it’s an intentional decision

he also smiles a lot when he’s dancing; it’s cute to see! you can tell he’s working hard (the way the other members are working hard too), but he’s also having fun n enjoying himself. marks of a tru dancer: loves what he does even tho it’s challenging.

jimin’s so cute when he’s singing the song to their combos :(( also he has SUPREME underwear and idont know how to feel about that lmao

i’ve always been curious about wearing street or formal shoes during performances, and bc of that it was Revealing to see jimin testing out the floor. dancers usually scuff the bottom of their shoes against the marely to check how slippery it is (0:45 / 4:50 / 5:00)

jungkook seems very serious or very silly. there’s no in between, and it find it endearing. he’s hyper focused to the point where he doesn’t engage in facials, but this is a bad habit that he’s kept onstage. while the “sexy and angry” vibe can work for some dances, there are ones where it’s not the case & he needs to learn the difference or work on this problem of his

it was nice to see them wearing actual dance clothing to check for projected motion

i also learned from this rehearsal that bts tends not to learn dances off the counts. they sing the actual song isntead of counting the beats....hoseok always starts out with “five six seven eight” but then doesn’t continue? lmao it’s cute, but it’s not the most helpful, especially if they’re trying to match up together. it seems that mr. son, their dance teacher, does count the music, which is probably why they’re able to clean bts’ pieces so well for performances

overall, i was happy to see them release a rehearsal video to watch the way that bts works. it’s not the same as being in the studio with them, but it gave me a lot of insight to what they’re doing during practice

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