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min yoongi. twenty one year old. music therapy major at myongji university. aspiring hip hop music artist. nap enthusiast. ball is life. click here to view points.

[jonghyunrk]

it’s not opening time yet, his mother needed another hour to set up the wedding display considering january weddings had been in full force and they were the only place that hadn’t been booked out entirely. at the knock of the door she barks an order in her frustrated state for him to get it, not sure on who would disturb them on hours before opening time. she’s usually a calm, serene mother who had been the personification of kind but a litter of bridezillas would change anyone from their relaxed psyche to a fairly fatigued one. he sent his mother a sympathetic look before making a b-line to the door, also taking this as an opportunity to hang out the flower display outside with his one hand that wasn’t bandaged. the other had it’s bandaged still freshly brandished it’s white bandages and he did flex that hand, only for him to stop half-way when he realised who he was. 

the opening tag-line hadn’t been the best. his lips twisted up into a frown. “you really think that’s the best way to greet yourself?” yoongi was his best friend. had he been old enough to discard those terms and deem him as a friend? that word felt a little lackluster in comparison to the adjective of best, but he couldn’t help but to feel irate at the starting point. “you think sphere wants trc’s failure? sloppy fucking seconds? come the fuck on, man.” his mother had clearly heard the out-burst of his anger and stopped in her manner, peering her head from his shoulder and sending yoongi a sympathetic smile. she took the flyer instead and placed to the side, her son moving out of the way so he could display the outside flower display. 

jonghyun had rarely been an angry man. anger hadn’t dwelved in him but more so a sad manifestation of anxiety, though this had been the first time his body had dare to encroach the term anger. he didn’t mean to lash out on the other and he already begun to regret his hasty start, but his jaw was tightly clenched.

“sorry.” it’s said in a low almost hollow manner. he does mean it, however. no matter how much of his own failures haunted him he wouldn’t be selfish enough to hold yoongi back. a friend helps propel their friend and aids them in succeeding, he wouldn’t dare to be an anchor to yoongi. “congratulations on getting in sphere, try.. not to get in any scandals, man.”

[rkxyoongi]

his chest sinks, guilt presses down on him like a heavy weight the second he sees a frown form. eyes rake over the other for a few seconds before shaking his head in a delayed response. “no, it wasn’t.” still, he doesn’t give up hope and follows after the other. more determined on talking to the other rather than getting rid of the rest of these papers now. the woman’s sympathy managed to restore some type of faith in him and he returns the grin along with a bow of the head. 

his attentions fully diverts back to jonghyun, eyebrows knit together at his comment. “sloppy second, my ass. you deserved to get in. tiger jk doesn’t know what he’s missing out on. anyways, would you really want to be there right now with how trainees are probably being treated after that whole article about drug use came out? they’re all most likely being punished for that.”

he stops at a display table, resting his elbow on the surface and pressing his chin in his palm. an exasperated sigh. “and you don’t think invalidating yourself is gonna get you anywhere either, do you? i’m really not gonna stick around and try to come up with rebuttal statements off the top of my head for every insult you make against yourself today jjong. it sucks and it’s okay to be angry, but to take that anger out on yourself isn’t helping much, is it? kinda makes it worse, doesn’t it?” his voice came out harsher and rougher than he wanted it to, perhaps a little to insensitive to the feelings of his friend at the moment, but he wanted to make a point.

"no need,” yoongi murmured, distance clear in his voice. “my fault, shouldn’t have brought it up, really shouldn’t have. dumb mistake that’s all.” his words are choppy and fast. another type of silence is made. this one had more tension and caused a lump in yoongi's throat that he had to swallow in order to speak up again. “yeah, i don’t plan on it. i’m gonna stick out of the news for as long as i can. doesn’t seem possible though, conquering the industry silently is pretty unheard of."

[rkxyoongi]

similarities [[jihoon&yoongi]]

the blonde had just a few more flyers to hand out, considering the fact that it was snowing outside and his breath was crystal clear in the cold air. people were still shopping for the holidays, loud laughs and chats were heard around him the short boy was searching for his last few victims to whom he was supposed to give the trc flyers. jihoon noticed a blonde male, not so far away and he took the chance. “hello- would you like to have a flyer?” he student began, reaching out with the piece of paper in hand once he noted that he had managed to catch the other attention. it was rude to stare at someone when they have just met, but the shorter blonde had a bit of a hard time removing his gaze from the stranger. shaking his head and quickly lowering his head, he continued speaking “it has all the dates that trc has special events, such as concerts, auditions and so on..” his voice trailed off and jihoon finally looked at the male with a sheepish smile “i feel like you’ll need one.”

yoongi rushed down the streets, having high hopes of getting rid of these last remaining flyers. his focus draws away when he’s stopped by a younger boy. eyebrows furrow and he’s ready to say he’s busy and better be going on his way, but decides against it, realizing how hypocritical that’d be of him. taking the paper, he had expected it to be something about a new popup restaurant or something of the sorts, but reading over it, his eyes widened. “trc, huh? congratulations on making it in,” he nodded, unzipping his backpack and taking out his own flyers. “you wouldn’t mind taking one of these then, would you?” his head tilted, voice’s pitch raising at the end of his question and smile forming on his lips. “i mean you won’t really need it, since you’ve already gotten into a company, but if you know someone who is interested in sphere, you could always pass it on.”

[rkxyoongi]

@minyoongi posted a picture on instagram!

be prepared.

[rkxyoongi]

` the start of something new ━ *

She has about five minutes after Sphere’s normal schedules end to get to the practice room she needs to be in for extended Gayo Daejun rehearsals. She is cutting it incredibly close by still roaming the hallways at all, let alone being dressed in the only slightly ridiculous ensemble of the school colors from High School Musical, head to toe. It’s a risk she’s willing to take to hold up the tradition of a ridiculous and confusing greeting for Sphere’s new trainees; it started with her, and her sunbaes dressed in ninja costumes ambushing her, and continued with each trainee to sign Sphere’s contract.

Times have changed, and it’s her turn to uphold the tradition. She’s been too busy scrambling to make it to her schedules on time to keep track of how many other trainees have actually participated, but from what she’s seen, enough Sphere trainees have worn red and white today to make it look like the company’s own color. There was also enough of a sing-a-long by several trainees at lunch to Stick to the Status Quo in typical High School Musical style, so she couldn’t complain.

Still, she spots him in one of Sphere’s hallways thanks to her eyes she has peeled specifically for unfamiliar faces, and she absolutely must catch him before he leaves to give him the proper welcome. She’ll suffer the consequences of potentially being late to practice if she must, for the sake of Sphere’s overall survival. It’s clearly very dramatic and important.

“This could be the start, of something new!” she sings loudly, after the hallway clears enough for her to get a proper look at him. She doesn’t have much time to think about it, so she sings the first appropriate song that comes to mind, and it’s seemingly fitting. “It feels so right to be here with you~”

“And now, looking in your eyeeees, I feel in my heaaaart– the start of something new,” she finishes singing the chorus, her feet having found their way down the hallway to stand in front of him during her impromptu performance, and suddenly she blinks, showing her first sign of hesitance all day.

“It’s from High School Musical! I just…suddenly remembered that it’s probably not really a thing in Korea…” she thinks aloud, so genuinely concerned that she makes herself laugh. “Anyway, welcome to Sphere. You are new, right? I’m Park Sunyoung, but…Luna! Call me Luna.”

his first day was hectic, the building was too large and too easy for the boy to find himself lost in. there were too many names and faces around, it seemed impossible to remember all of them. there was more to come too. yoongi was already told that sphere would be a bit more quiet his first few weeks. the idols and older trainees were busy preparing and perfecting themselves for the gayo daejun performances coming up. and so, it not only scares him, but also surprises him, when he sees a familiar face he’s sworn he’s seen off tv wearing vibrant colors and making her way towards him while singing lyrics to a song he couldn’t recall. ‘is sphere entertainment even real?’ runs through his head. 

“right..” his nod was slow and hesitant, hand rubbing the back of his neck timidly, not exactly sure what he just witnessed in front of him. he was sure this whole thing was a dream and this would be the part where he’d wake up, but it wasn’t. he bows to the other.  

“just yoongi works for me then,” he grinned, pausing for a second, “thanks for the welcoming. i’m sure i’ll enjoy sphere,” he nodded.

a chuckle falls short from his lips hearing the yelling of some trainer in the background saying that the rehearsal would be starting soon. “but i believe you have somewhere to be and i don’t want to hold you back any longer,” he trailed off, finger pointing in the direction of the voice. “it was nice to meet you, luna.” most of the first meetings were forgettable for yoongi, but this impression would last for a while. “i’ll definitely say hi if i see you around.”

[rkxyoongi]

this post is like three days late bUT if you’d like to get a sphere ent flyer from this goon pls like this post! i’m also up for plotting since it’s winter break now so feel free to hmu if you’d like to brainstorm for a thread or sth too! happy holidays!

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[rkxyoongi]

callback

song: "rhythm is life" by gaeko (2:30-3:20)

with interviews come callbacks and to min yoongi; it always felt like waiting to hear back was the most stressful and tedious part of the process.  

yoongi wasn’t expecting a reply. not with all those radiant, young and attractive faces in the waiting room on the day of the casting and not with all of those talents listed on people’s forms that he managed to take peaks at when they weren’t looking. how the fuck did “knows all the lines to space jam” compare to everything else?  

getting a phone call from one of the companies put him into utter shock, but it was more shocking when the company was sphere. 

he didn’t know if it was the good type of shock or bad type of shock. he was just lost, having no clue on what the next step was. it was his first time getting any sort of response from a company. sphere wasn’t near being his top choice, but he wasn’t gonna turn down the opportunity. he was sure there were people who would kill to have it. plus every entertainment company needs more rappers these days, right? perhaps, he was sphere’s next prodigy. the thought of it excited him. the thought of a company wanting him excited him. 

compared to nova, his knowledge on sphere entertainment was minimal. all he knew about was their currently on the rise girl group she’z.   but quite honestly, yoongi didn’t care about what company he was signed to at this point. call him low maintenance, but he just wanted his work to be noticed.   

the voice that called him out of the waiting room and into the audition room was loud and woke him up from his daze. he was convinced this whole thing had been a dream, but that didn’t stop him from following the person into the studio.  

all he had was sixty seconds to prove he was worth signing and yoongi hoped that after spending hours on top of hours perfecting his voice and practicing that it would all be worth it.  several faces looked at the boy the second he had walked in and yoongi could feel the hairs raising on his neck and the sweat starting to form on his palms. if he thought he was nervous during the interview he was wrong. 

the rapper found himself bowing to each judge and almost tripping over one of the camera cords on his way in. his eye contact lingered with baek jiyoung for a second too long because ‘holy shit, she’s so much prettier in real life than she is on google images.’  

some of the expressions were more on the blank side while others had their kind welcoming grins on full blast. you could tell which ones were already tired and bored from watching people try out. after introducing himself, the music started and yoongi’s expression had switched in an instant. gaeko’s “rhythm is life.” the song was slightly old, almost three years now, but yoongi had resorted to it after scoping out through his entire itunes account. the faster paced verses showed off his speed rapping skills and he felt like overall the song did match his usual flow. 

“입담이 좀 거칠어. 항상 위험한 수위 스웩 타령 안 해도 남들보다 약간 우위 오싹하게 하는 목소리 때문에 탈 거야, 추위 이건 1등급 랩 송이야. 가장 맛있는 부위.”

his words shot out like bullets. quickly spitting out the lyrics with small smirks directed to some of the judges during parts of the song. he practiced those little smirks in the mirror earlier that day. making sure they were perfected just like everything else.

   "사람들 취향은 철새처럼 유행 따라 왔다 가지만 난 자석 같은 놈이라 다들 철쇠처럼 따라와 다가와 다가와, 전진처럼. 아는 여자 데리고 와, 장진처럼 전진 장진 하는 나의 랩은 좀 꿀떡 같아, 커빈처럼 (얼음) rhythm is life, life is rhythm. 리듬이는 게으른 날 움직이는 기름 나이스한 사나이의 긍정 리듬이 가진 파워가 이뤄낸 나의 나의 이름 칠흑 같은 어둠에서 갈고 닦고 다듬어낸 치명적인 비음 가리온이 깔아놓은 홍대 신촌 리듬 위로 개코, let 's go get 'em."

the speed increases and so does yoongi's pride. he bounces on his feet, uses hand gestures, and sways to some parts of the music in attempts to hype up the performance. in his opinion it worked pretty well, based off of the small smiles he managed to drag out of previously expressionless judges and that was enough to boost his ego for the next few months.

the music finishes and all yoongi can do is thank the people for giving him this opportunity.

and with that, it's over and now he's back to waiting.

[rkxyoongi]

STARBRIGHT FORM

FULL NAME: min yoongi AGE: 21 BIRTHDAY: march 6th, 1994 GENDER: male HEIGHT: 176 cm WEIGHT: 59 kg BIRTHPLACE: daegu, south korea CITY OF RESIDENCE: seoul, south korea PREVIOUS MUSICAL EXPERIENCE:

- underground artist  - working on music therapy masters degree at myongji university  - holds knowledge on and tutors a variety of instruments due to major (piano, guitar, ukulele, drums, trumpet)  -posts covers and original songs on soundcloud and youtube 

FAMILY RELATIONS: 

father: min jinhoon mother: min (kim) youngjin 

SPECIAL SKILL: rapping OTHER TALENTS: 

produces music writes lyrics basketball knows all the lines to space jam really good at selling shoes at footlocker 

FAVORITE MUSICIAN/INSPIRATION: 

kanye west, beenzino, jay z, san e, j cole, drake, crucial star, kendrick lamar, the roots, nas, lupe fiasco, notorious b.i.g.

DREAM COMPANY: nova entertainment 2ND DREAM COMPANY: royal entertainment IMAGE PROFILE:  ( x )

( ✗ ) Move the symbol between the parentheses if you agree to the terms listed by the audition guidelines and also agree to be present during the official dates of the STAR BRIGHT casting ‘15 auditions.

[rkxyoongi]

"min yoongi. march 9th, 1994."

min yoongi’s done this a dozen of times. auditions were no stranger to him. he had tried out for plenty of small companies in the past. never got in, but he had tried out. he knew this shouldn’t be difficult for him, but it had been so long since his last try out that suddenly everything lost familiarity. he had been on and off the grid lately, not being able to keep up with his own music due to college. of course, he felt rusty. had this audition came up earlier in the year when he was in his prime, every move and word during this interview would have had no thought behind them-- only pure confidence.

thumbs fiddle on his lap, patella shaky, and a mind filled with scattered thoughts.

“what does music mean to you?”

each word came out sharp and quick, barely giving yoongi enough time to catch onto them. he swallowed the lump in his throat.

an awkward chuckle falls from his mouth, noticing his lagging response. he pauses a few more seconds, doing his best to muster up some sort of cool and confident facade to cover up his nervous aura. “i’ll give you the same answer every other person who walked in gave you,” he paused. his knees stop bouncing to allow himself to cross his legs and leaning in a bit to create some sort of anticipation despite the predictable answer, “everything.”

cliché but true. if it didn’t, he wouldn’t be here. “i feel like music is something that can express many feelings and emotions, it helps people connect and understand, and i believe it’s very, very important. i'm currently studying music therapy and seeing the way music impacts people is really amazing.”

cue the gummy grin to signal that he was ready for the next question.

"what's your motivation to be an idol?"

eyebrows pull together, furrowing, and pouty lips press together. "i wanna leave that same impact i've seen music therapy had on people on a large audience." this time the answer was a lot more short and simple. he could feel the atmosphere becoming a little bit more comfortable. "i think it'd be nice knowing i helped a vast amount of people with my work," he finishes his thought with a nod. feeling confident enough with his response.

"who are your biggest influences?"

he switches from leaning in to leaning back, tapping a finger on his chin. "i could go on forever about rappers who i look up to," he hummed. "but i think i was about ten when kanye's college dropout came out? that was his debut album and i remember listening to a lot of the songs, but i wasn't really that into hip hop until i was a teenager. still, i think kanye's a really admirable person, personality wise and musically."

"what is your family like?"

"family?" he repeated. he wasn't prepared for that question. it wasn't one he stumbled across quite often. "i think i had a pretty good childhood." he was spoiled rotten as a child and still kinda is today. "my father's a businessman and my mother's a lawyer so i think i was born into a pretty well off family," yoongi trailed off. "i never saw them fight in my life. i think they made a promise not to argue in front of me or something." funny how he didn't notice that just until now. "and i feel like that left a really good influence and i'm thankful for that. they're both huge rolemodels to me and they've been supportive of this whole thing."

"and lastly if you weren't trying to be an idol what would you be doing now?"

"continuing with my major i guess. if i wasn't doing anything musically related then perhaps i'd be a basketball player? that's been something i've wanted to do since i was a little kid and to be honest i still wouldn't mind going down that path."

"thank you, min yoongi. those are all the questions we have for you right now. we'll let you know how things went soon."

"thank you."

[rkxyoongi]

930309 posted a video on youtube "151105 suga diss #2 fancam"!

he knew the boy was gonna respond. there was no way mino would have let this opportunity slide. but after seeing how quickly the response came and listening to the performance, yoongi decided that maybe this game would be a lot more fun than he had expected. and so he was going to drag it out a bit longer. create more drama. start more shit between their supporters. make it more entertaining for the both of them.

the music starts. index finger taps twice on the microphone, raspy voice clears itself, and that little smirk finds its way crawling back up on his lips by itself.

"the beat has started, so get nervous. i heard your rap earlier its pretty original. but can’t say much about it, it’s a mess. you bought new clothes for this, and it seems like you used quite of money buying them but it’s no use. my rap is the new thing, you’re last season, out of style. everyone saw my style is swag."

the smirk that never seemed to never leave when he was spitting out lyrics about the other. his lips were permanently glued that way, only allowing his lyrics to flow out, but nothing else. every word was rehearsed to slip out without flaw, one right after the other.

"the rap bombing has started like the apache this rap is a gentleman’s rap, i’m not insulting you. it’s just some advice that you should take to heart. before you get hyped up, cut the back of your tacky hair."

he'd become too arrogant.

far too arrogant.

and he knew that. he heard it from everyone he knew.

but he also knew that to prove to others that you're the shit, you gotta act like it.

despite that effortless aura, that smug grin, his assurance that this was all lightwork; he had spent hours practicing and practicing— searching for the right tone to use, scribbling out and rewriting words on a messily torn out sheet of notebook paper, trying to find every way to fuck song minho up. he was determined to ruin him with the power of a few tracks.

"oh, actually before you do that cover up that hideous face of yours. if my rap is gold then your rap is just shady. you're still a baby, i’m the stroller that holds you back. that’s right, you hardly have anything to show. you can obviously see that i won this game."

[rkxyoongi]

lunch break||jhn&myg

arms reach up towards the white ceiling, stretching out from the stiffness they had been in all day. yoongi was far too exhausted to handle another customer who was angry over the fact they couldn’t get a pair of shoes they liked. all he wanted at the moment was to go back to his apartment and fall asleep on the couch with the soft noise of his tv on in the background.  at busy times like this, where workers were rushing from customer to customer, he did question his settlement of taking on this job. there were plenty of other places he could get more money at and plenty of other places he wasn’t required to deal with angry ‘sneakerheads’ but for some reason he still stayed. maybe it was due to desperation for cash or the fact he just liked the discounts he would get. or maybe it was because he grew fond of one of his coworkers who welcomed him to the store and trained him.  it only took a few workdays for yoongi to realize their personalities didn’t drift far apart and getting along would be simple. jang hanna seemed chill and yoongi liked that. so, he tended to stick around her. cracking jokes every here and there while they worked at the cashiers, talking to her while the store was empty, whining about the boss and mimicking him. all it took was a quick glance at his watch to realize his shift was over. seeing that hanna was already headed towards the back to get ready to leave, he jogged over, catching up, putting a hand on her shoulder. “was today tediously slow so far or is it just me?”

[rkxyoongi]

@minyoongi posted a picture on instagram!

after taking a little rest from making music, finally got back on that bedroom studio grind. hoping to drop some cool shit soon.

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Stage Presence starring M.Yoongi & P.Dara

[rkxyoongi]

"ah, nice to meet you dara. i'm yoongi," a terribly awkward, yet all at the same time, cheeky grin was forced.

the male found himself easily distracted, eyes rapidly glancing around, making observations, checking to see who was on stage now and what the people in the crowd were doing. his attention span was limited and it took him a few seconds to process what she had asked, causing a somewhat delayed response. "sure, that'd be best, wouldn't it?" he nodded, already ushering her to the door so the two could make their way out of the place as fast as possible. staying there for a few minutes longer, trying to block out all surrounding noises and hold a conversation, would have gotten on his nerve.

a gust of cold wind greeted them when they exited the club. "so, you like hip hop?" he inquired, crossing his arms to keep himself warm. he was interested in finding out more about the other, wondering if she was just a fan of rap or if she liked to rap. something about her sparked a little bit of familiarity to yoongi, making it easier for him to talk.

it felt like he had seen her somewhere before, but he just couldn't quite recall from where. his mind wandered off, trying to think of possibilities of where he could have spotted her, but they all seemed endless. until, the thought of seeing a resemblance between her and someone in a photoshoot online.

[rkxyoongi]

spend the night||jjg&myg

[rkxyoongi]

jeonggukrk:

“hyung–if you sleep so much then why are you so short? i thought sleep helped your body grow.” he asked, tilted his head; his lips wrinkled as they pushed and pulled, formed an expression of question and confusion. he’d equated sleep with growth, both horizontal and vertical, but yoongi was short–had always been as far as he knew. it seemed strange, foreign, required the eventual answer to his question.

but, for now, he delved in the sound of his voice and the surprisingly vivid words. it was mysterious to think of yoongi in college dating someone, something as peculiar as the faceless seojun who fell victim to a younger yoongi’s punch; there was strange life to these characters, generic in appearance, strung only together by that shared experience of meeting his hyung and the eventual destruction of their relationship. a sight followed his thoughts, parted his lips, fell clumsily in front of him.

“you have an odd life, hyung. i think you should stick to being peaceful–i wouldn’t want you getting hurt. maybe then you had an advantage, but now everyone is so tall. i think it’s something that’s in milk and drinks that make people keep growing. like, they never stop–i heard an olympic volleyball player grew ten centimeters in just one year of college. imagine constantly replacing your clothes!”

a pause drew his lips together, tilted his head, bent his neck. he was looking, now, at the pale expanse of yoongi’s skin and the way it seemed to shine, the way it drew his attention in this light, in this room, made him think of all he’d given, all he’d taken; it made his words have more weight, more color.

“i think you should try kissing boys. i have a friend who likes boys and he seems much happier, which sort of makes sense. i mean, it’s not natural but you’re more familiar with boys so you have less of a chance to mess up.”

“hey,” he rose quick to his defenses, voice transferring from a lazy tone to one showing more alert. height wasn’t so much of a complex feature for yoongi, and you’d think that by now, with all the playful jokes and pokes from friends, he’d be used to it; but temper, like his height, remained short. “i’m sure all those are just myths. height is all about genetics, okay? when i was younger, i made sure i got a good supply of calcium, took my vitamins, everything. i was blessed with everything- except for height.” he rambled, trying to find some sort of excuse or a reason for compensation. 

“i think i’d prefer to not be violent anyways. it’s too tiring. and most people have to put up an icy cold atmosphere to live up to their reputation and name. doesn’t that get boring?” he murmured. 

“so, that’s a pretty quick summary of a few anecdotes from my odd life,” turning the attention from him and towards the other, “what was your childhood like?” despite being friends for a while, there were still plenty of things to figure out about the other. jeongguk was someone yoongi enjoyed learning about, someone who he wanted to understand what it was like to be in their head and know their perspectives and thoughts and imagination.

“kissing boys?” he repeated, few seconds before processing the words and letting out a failed and delayed reaction of bursting out into laughter. yoongi lightly punched jeongguk’s arm in the middle of his laughing fit. “well, i can see how it would make sense. girls are viewed as more complicated to figure out, since we’re not girls,” he shrugged. “i’m sure i’ll add to a list of thoughts to consider.”

[rkxyoongi]

"when you play basketball, does somebody hold you up so it can be fair game?"

“...i really want to say i’ve never thought of or tried this before, but i’d be lying if i did.”

[rkxyoongi]

e. everyone likes to brag a little, so list as many of your character’s accomplishments in regards to music or dancing as you can starting from the time they were little until now.

got 50,000 views on his cover of nicki minaj’s infamous “anaconda.”

managed to get some gigs at clubs and is still working on getting more.

has won a couple underground rap battles.

got recognized on the streets a few times.

sent nicki a link to his mixtape, as well as his cover, over direct messages on instagram. never got a reply, but is still very hopeful.

[rkxyoongi]

is your muse the kind of rapper to believe that idols aren’t “real” rappers? why do they hold this judgment and what, if anything, could make them change their mind?

yoongi doesn’t care much for the whole debate on “idol rapper” vs. “rapper.” of course, he can understand why people respect and honor the “rapper” title so much and don’t want it to be given to just anyone. as long as a person’s flow, delivery, and lyrics are good and they have a general knowledge about the culture and history behind hip hop, he has nothing against them.