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you unstanning bts makes me lowkey sad ngl 😢

I haven’t unstanned bts, they’re just not an obsession for me anymore. I’ve been an army for 6 years and I will always be an army, but as I’ve grown older, my life just doesn’t revolve around kpop like it used to. Don’t be sad T^T

(Not a native, so bear with my english pls) The fact that the raw pain I felt while reading ellipsism came from your personal experience made me reach out for you here. Apart from saying that your writing blows my mind (I'm literally reading all of your works and became quite the fan if I dare to say) I really wanted to thank you and wish you the best from the bottom of my heart. You must have been through a lot but you are strong and beautiful, so keep going dear, FIGHTIIING!!!!

This is such a sweet ask. Thank you soooo much darling!!!

jeon jeongguk is a baby boy. this is a psa.

I've just very recently finished reading one of your fan fictions on ao3, ELLIPSISM. I admit I'm not really one to get emotional easily but your writing made me sit silently with unshed tears in my eyes for awhile, and before I realised it, I had started crying.

Even besides the wonderful way you've managed to express each character's emotions and perspective, and kept a steady balance as well, I think the realism is what really hit me, it felt as though someone had put into words what I normally would not be able to express in words. It felt relieving almost in a way, to know there are people that do understand to some extent if not more how someone else in this vast planet had and could be feeling at this very moment.

I've already gone past the word limit but I really felt like I had to write to you to show how much I appreciate the way you've written everything, words really aren't enough but I bet you a thousand times over that a majority of people that have read your work agree with me. There is so much unfiltered rawness and I'm soft in an angsty way to the core with how you've shown that even though Jungkook was surrounded by people that cared for him, his darkness had still managed to overpower him, it may have evaporated or been shadowed by the joy of being around his friends, being around Taehyung, but in the end as Yoongi said, Kookie needs to want for change to happen and come to accept that the happiness that came into his life is not something temporary. I absolutely love the ending, scratch that I love everything,period.

I've heard one too many times before that you need to find the will to live on for yourself, rather than something or something else, but that seems like such an ultimate and idealised form for a human being to reach, I think it's okay, until you can come to actually start living for yourself, whatever is keeping you here, let it keep you here.

Maybe it's your favourite restaurant, the food you'd miss, maybe it's a special someone or a friend, maybe group of friends, your family, people you cherish. Maybe it's your pet, maybe it's a social media site, or a community circle you found somewhere on the net, maybe it's a place, maybe it's a book you read, maybe it's a stranger that said something that hit you harder than it should've, whatever it is, I think you showcased this with Jungkook and his friends.

ahhh this is getting so long I apologise for the spammy length filled paras but I just wanted to let you know in case you're having a hard time figuring out who you are or where you're going, where you've been, what you want to do, just having a hard time in general, please remember you are worth so much more, that the tiniest things make a difference, just as your words could for your readers, I hope ours can do the same for you.

this is the longest and sweetest ask i’ve ever received on here :(( just...wow...when i first drafted ellipsism it wasn’t supposed to be something super serious initially, just kind of a vent-y outline, but then i started posting it to ao3 and somehow, it became much more than that. the ending was so hard for me to write because i wanted it to be perfect in my own way...there’s still so much story to tell. jeongguk has just began his road to recovery and although taekook have confessed their feelings, they’re still a far cry from being in a relationship. but i feel like, at least right now, that’s not my story to tell. either way, i hope jeongguk finds something that will keep him and holds onto it until he can confidently stand on his own two feet. thank you so much for all of the love, blossom. :’)

#euphemismstays

nochuie

BTS → 181214 IDOL

mottainaiiii

The way you said “I love you.“

Some fluffy, some angsty prompts

As a hello

With a hoarse voice, under the blankets

A scream

Over a cup of tea

Over a beer bottle

On a sunny Tuesday afternoon, the late sunlight glowing in your hair

As a thank you

As an apology

When baking chocolate chip cookies

Not said to me

With a shuddering gasp

When we lay together on the fresh spring grass

In a letter

A whisper in the ear

Loud, so everyone can hear

Over and over again, till it’s nothing but a senseless babble

When the broken glass litters the floor

From very far away

With no space left between us

As we huddle together, the storm raging outside

Over your shoulder

Muffled, from the other side of the door

Through a song

Without really meaning it

In a blissful sigh as you fall asleep

Broken, as you clutch the sleeve of my jacket and beg me not to leave

A taunt, with one eyebrow raised and a grin bubbling at your lips

When I am dead

Slowly, the words dripping from your tongue like honey

Too quick, mumbled into your scarf

In awe, the first time you realised it

In a way I can’t return

On a post-it note

Before we jump

As a goodbye

harudayy

Pls send me a ship and prompt i lob this :<

wow do i miss rambling into oblivion on this blog 24/7

#i missed the days of constantly just talking to myself #glad to be back

disarmingly

when people find out min yoongi and jeon jungkook are dating, the reactions tend to be almost laughably split between two camps: 1. aw that’s so cute; and 2. that’s…weird. the latter half never elaborate and that’s fine; neither jungkook nor yoongi has much interest in other peoples’ opinions of their relationship. it’s theirs, after all. so it makes sense that it’s not jungkook or yoongi who prods for a more real answer. it’s hoseok who, in one of his rarer shows of sharpness, arches his brow and tilts his head onto his hand – a relaxed power. the person he’s asking shrugs and looks away.

“i don’t know. i wasn’t really thinking.”

hoseok’s mild expression goes milder, which is somehow more critical than before. “oh.”

yoongi is almost so preoccupied being amused by how hoseok rolls this conversation around like a trick coin, that he nearly misses how jungkook tenses up against his side. almost. but he didn’t win jungkook over three years ago by failing to notice things. his arm, already curled around jungkook’s shoulders, slides down innocuously to curl at his waist instead and pull him that bit closer. when jungkook remains tense, yoongi frowns. but a crowded restaurant with other people at the table – including the likely cause – is not the place to pursue it. instead, he hooks their ankles under the table.

under their pastel blue covers, yoongi looks at jungkook through the dark. outside the thunderstorm cracks close to home. they can feel it in their chests; yoongi can feel it in the uptick of jungkook’s pulse every time it sounds. something about being completely underneath the blankets makes jungkook feel safer; according to jimin and taehyung who grew up with him, it’s always been so.

yoongi remembers the first time he found this out. it wasn’t supposed to rain that day, much less storm. but he found jungkook cringing at his locker, shoulders hunched and flinching with each strike. they were almost-friends then, and yoongi didn’t need to be more than that to feel incredibly sad when a louder crash echoed through the hall. jungkook had dropped to the floor in a crouch, his hands tugging up at his shirt collar as if to hide behind it. yoongi had acted on instinct, walked over and gently crouched beside him, then draped his flannel right over his head. to this day, the memory of how badly jungkook’s hand trembled is clear. also clear: how that trembling hand lifted one side of the oversized shirt to awkwardly drape over yoongi’s head too, how jungkook tried to smile through his embarrassment and said: hi yoongi-hyung.

musing about this, yoongi draws his fingertips down one side of jungkook’s face, feels his warmth and his trust, thinks: hi.

“do you think we’re weird?” jungkook’s voice is soft, a gentle timbre that’s low with whispering.

yoongi thumbs the scar under jungkook’s eye. “no.” pause. “do you?” jungkook shakes his head so vehemently that yoongi almost pokes him in the eye, so he retracts his hand for the moment. “so we’re fine.” jungkook bites his lip, does not meet yoongi’s gaze, and nods. yoongi sighs. “jungkook. jungkook-ah.” he shifts under the covers until he’s a little higher on the bed than jungkook, which makes it possible for him to kiss jungkook right between his eyes. “they don’t know anything about us.”

the way jungkook exhales is the want of relief. “i know.”

“but…?”

“you’re sure…it’s..i’m…okay? to…you? hyung…” and he can’t quite say it but yoongi hears him anyway. as jungkook went through his last growth spurt, in conjunction with his penchant for sports and working out and dance, jungkook got both taller and stronger. yoongi doesn’t know why this means anything about a relationship – why, for example, people feel the need to comment on how funny it is when jungkook leans into yoongi, when jungkook generally behaves with yoongi in a way that would make more conventional sense if he was smaller. to yoongi, jungkook is perfect. to yoongi, jungkook is jungkook. and that’s just right. he hates that outside voices can unbalance things so, but he doesn’t mind setting them to rights.

with both his hands framing jungkook’s face, yoongi holds him in place while he kisses along his brow line, at both temples, right between his eyes, the tip of his nose, underneath both eyes, the corners of his mouth, the corners of his jaw, and then his mouth – once twice three times, stop.

“you’re more than okay.” his hands slide from jungkook’s cheeks to either side of his neck, so yoongi laces his fingers at jungkook’s nape and angles in to kiss him again and say right into said kiss, “you’re the best.”

and the thing about yoongi?

he means it. no hyperbole. to him, it’s simply the truth.

in the middle of a busy arcade, yoongi kisses jungkook. something about the public display of affection thrills jungkook in a way that registers as much in the flush of his cheeks and ears as it does in the beat of his heart – fast fast fast. yoongi kisses jungkook and wraps his arms around his waist and oh jungkook is…so happy. he doesn’t know why some kisses feel different than others, why sometimes they’re all gasping warmth and never-close-enough, why sometimes they’re languid and almost some kind of coy hide and seek right in front of each other, why sometimes it’s like this: kissing new but also kissing and Knowing –

–this is mine.

which is maybe some of why jungkook feels so giddy, has him going up on his tiptoes as the kiss does not end for anything.

yoongi doesn’t fully comprehend what is happening at first, distracted as he is by kissing his boyfriend and making sure he has all of his attention. but it’s hard to ignore the way jungkook seems to be getting taller. as if to hold him in place, yoongi tightens his arms but that only sharpens his awareness that jungkook is indeed rising up on his toes for yoongi doesn’t know what reason but somehow it’s really really…cute. because jungkook has these many habits that make him seem curiously young or small – not in a childish way so much as something open-hearted and golden, something pure. he knows if he tried to explain it to most people, they wouldn’t understand; and the people he does not need to explain it to – all of their friends, for one, or rather, five – can’t explain it either. it’s just something that one learns when loving jungkook, any given way: how when he gives you something he gives you all of it.

all of him. and this includes his trust – the trust of letting his friends and his boyfriend know certain vulnerable things: how he likes to be taken care of, how words of praise never go awry, how the positive reinforcement that being ‘big’ doesn’t mean always having to be ‘strong’, how liking flowers as much as video games is more than fine, so on, so forth. and for yoongi, who dealt with the reverse of these interesting social constructs and flipping them on their heads all his life, he maybe understands it best when strong, vibrant, steadfast jungkook looks lonely until he’s holding someone’s hand or has an arm around his shoulders or, you know… a kiss.

so yoongi feels jungkook go up on his toes and does the logical thing: goes up on his toes too. maybe jungkook feels him smiling into the kiss because he pauses, catching his breath, their noses bumping as he says, “what?”

still smiling, yoongi leans in, nips at his mouth and says, “nothing.”

they lose count of the kisses, which somehow move them from the arcade to the park to the beach and back to their apartment; where yoongi kisses not just his face but his throat and his collarbone, his shoulders and his arms, his wrists, his hands, his heart, his hipbone, his everywhere that makes jungkook sigh and never question the truths of things: how yoongi likes him, how yoongi adores him, how yoongi loves him loves him loves him.

when someone at work asks yoongi – honest and unoffensive –, “he’s good for you, huh?” yoongi smiles, sharp and soft, says with a low laugh,

“yeah. he…keeps me on my toes.”

means: of course he is. means: i hope i’m good for him too.

when yoongi tells jungkook about it, his boyfriend bursts into laughter at the inside joke, swearing once again that he didn’t even notice he was doing that at the time. and truthfully? it’s charming, like much of all jungkook does or says; so, when he inevitably goes up on his toes as they kiss not five minutes later, yoongi doesn’t bother to point it out – rather, he simply threads his own fingers at the small of jungkook’s back, and quietly kisses him again. thinks: mine. thinks: good. thinks: thank you.

thank you, you know; for being …you.

#this was so endearing

debrenner

[taegikook AU in which humans tae and kookie take their vampire bf yoongi to a halloween party]

th: it will be so much fun hyung!

jk: yeh! you don’t even need to hide your fangs there!

xenon-draws

yalls gotta be more realistic

#me #a sub jungoo supremacist

gukgi

cuties ♡

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삼고무 - 부채춤 - 탈춤 (three drum dance - fan dance - mask dance)

gwen-win-deactivated20200613

Nintendo DS culture is having fun with your sweet innocent game and then seeing your reflection in the screen during the cut screens and realizing how much suffering you see in your eyes then feeling thankful when the game comes back on