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"I need Bangtan more than I need chicken." - Kim Taehyung

[owlmoji]

quick drawing of @wiishu i did as  part of my college admissions portfolio. not my best but i haven’t done realism in ages. this was fun tho!

[marve-lyss-deactivated20170702]

the color of my heart is black, ah~

[chocolatechimkookie-deactivated]

CLOTHES FOR SALE

Hi guise! I just wanted to let you know that I’m selling a bunch of old clothes on this site called poshmark. My username is minaxanim if you wna go check it out~ it’d help me a lot if you can share this too! Thanks ❤

[gojojopose-blog]

The South Korean govt. is trying to gather and control private information of the citizens, much like how the FBI tried to make Apple gather iPhone users’ private information.

the 새누리당 (a political party in south korea) passed the law so currently the politicians from the 더불어민주당 (another political party in south korea) are doing a filibuster to stop the law from being passed, so please go watch the live stream or at least have it play in the background if you can.

[captainofherships]

Guys, PLEASE spare just a few minutes to have a good read through this post. People have been speaking non-stop for more than 25 hours and will be for hundreds more for awareness.

I am honestly sorry for this non-fandom and strictly political post but this is related to my home country and is what seriously needs some awareness.

The Korean government is attempting to pass an anti-terrorism law. Doesn’t seem so bad, right? This will allow the National Intelligence Service to track and control the citizens’ private information—without consent.

This means that they can legally scroll through my emails, read my texts and see what I go through on Tumblr. They can legally wiretap my calls, gather my credit card information, eavesdrop on my Skype calls and browse my chat history—without my consent.

Why allow them access to such personal information (possibility of misuse: *holds shining neon placard and screams in your face*)? The Intelligence Service will filter for content that is anti-governmental in order to delete them and threaten me with, let’s say, my AO3 browsing history. Or in other adults’ case, their bank accounts and credit information. Because, like, speaking against the government? That is just outrageous! How dare someone criticise what the government is doing?

To hell with that. This isn’t an anti-terrorism law. This is permission to carry out a legal public inspection. Oppressing opinions by deleting articles and threatening individuals will weaken the publics’ sense of impartiality. The government will reign with power no different from dictatorship.

Adding on, no information is stated on when and under what circumstances will the Intelligence Agency be allowed to go through the citizens’ private information. To me and many others, this seems like extremely fishy business.

What’s worse is that the political party currently in office has been attempting to pass this law—without consent.

This cannot pass. This is not for the public’s safety—not when the true intention looms before our eyes. This is just legalising privacy infringement and the oppression of public opinion.

Apparently the parties out of office think the same. Because they are carrying out a filibuster as I type.

filibuster |ˈfɪlɪbʌstə|

noun

1 an action such as prolonged speaking which obstructs progress in a legislative assembly in a way that does not technically contravene the required procedures.

Through a filibuster, one can legally prevent the majority from having their own way with the law by stalling the session. March 10th is when the National Assembly’s term of office expires, which means that no new laws can be passed after that date. 

The opposed party’s plan is to keep speaking non-stop until March 10th. This makes about roughly 300 hours. There are less than 130 representatives who are not in the party in office, which means that each person needs to speak non-stop for at least three and a half hours. Even a minute of break or going off topic during the speech is prohibited. Not even a bathroom break. Once a speaker gets off the podium, he or she cannot take the floor again.

Representative Su Mi Eun has so far broken the national record for the longest speech made in a session by speaking non-stop for 10 hours and 18 minutes from 2:30AM to 12:48PM on the 24th. At this moment, representative Won Seok Park is speaking as the fourth speaker.

President Park has shown no will to make any changes to the anti-terrorism law itself, but has instead shown “deep lament” regarding this ongoing filibuster and said that “this appalling situation has never been shown in other countries” whilst repeatedly slamming her desk.

Amusingly, (this may cost me a trip to jail and back bye in advance, guys) in S2EP17 of West Wing, there is a line with a rather contrary point of view. 

“Guys. I’m sorry. But you know what?

Listen, Seriously. You’re looking at democracy at work.

It’s a beautiful thing.”

—C.J. Cregg

Thanks, C.J.

The moment the members stop speaking, this law will go into vote. The party in office—the majority—will vote for this and the law will pass.

Most of you who are reading this probably won’t even be Korean citizens. You might wonder, “Wait, the key is that the representatives keep on talking. Why are you even concerned in the first place?” Wrong. They are making speeches not only to dispel this law, but also to raise public awareness on it.

Please, please do. I know many of you may have scrolled past this post without reading it. I also know that many of you may not reblog this because it goes against your blog. But it’s okay. Just the fact that you ran into this issue can contribute. Because out of all that has happened so far in Korea, this must not go unnoticed. All I want is to raise awareness. To give some attention to this outrage, and to those who are trying their best to combat it.

I sincerely thank you for reading this, whoever you are.

And lastly,

Keep speaking, Korea.

[gojojopose-blog]

please reblog if you can and help raise awareness.

[asklordsappyhater-deactivated20]

Please HELP THEM PLEASE

[bts-snaps]

hes so cute i swear

-admin k

OK I JUST SAW THE GRAMMATICAL ERROR KILL ME

[rubadubsyub]

Skool Luv Affair Chp 1. (HS!BTS)

An obligatory High School fic because what is biasing a group if one is not written. Also, HS!BTS needs to be written.

title: (High) Skool Luv Affair. . . (or somewhat thereof). genre: slice-of-life, flangst

disclaimer: I do not own any of the idols in this fiction, just the story, nor are the character portrayals in said fiction by any means an accurate representation of them, merely the author's interpretation. Excuse the nonsensical events, stupidity and all things cliché. Because what is a HS!AU without such elements that make a teenage romcom.

inspired by this and this

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Gnawing on the edge of her thumbnail, the senior all but nods and hums every now and again as she watches her classmate animatedly relay his winter break. Seon Yejin doesn’t really know what the male is saying, her eyes too fixated on his newly dyed ash brown hair tucked softly under his signature black and white speckled beanie, to pay attention. The way his fringe fell just across his eyes, but not enough to cover those bright, dark brown orbs that could light up the entire room when he smiled. There was just always something about Jung Hoseok that encapsulated Yejin’s attention entirely, as if the whole world had stopped revolving and—

“Ah,” she rubs her calf as Namjoon nudges her and she looks up at Hoseok from her seat.

“I said, what about you?” Hoseok repeats, that sun-strikingly bright smile still present on his face and Yejin mentally curses (physically pinches Namjoon’s side) because she really needed to start listening to him when he spoke. Playing with the ends of her black hair, she stutters, trying to form some sort of sentence out of her mouth.

“We didn’t do much,” the blonde answers and she shoots him a glare. He waves it off and continues telling Hoseok about how they just stayed in town, frequented Catharsis together and Yejin makes a mental note to formally kill Kim Namjoon afterwards.

Kim Namjoon is her best friend. Yeah, sure they had spent almost every waking hour together since she could remember, but that also doesn’t mean he could go around ruining any chance she has with the one guy Yejin actually has a chance with.

Hoseok only laughs at Namjoon’s embarrassing encounter with this girl at the music store - an encounter which consists of Kim Namjoon breaking yet another shelf at work and him losing the chance of getting the “cutie’s” number. Yejin rolls her eyes and wonders why she is still friends with this loser.

Her attention floats back towards Hoseok and he briefly meets her eyes, his lips curling at the side before responding to whatever Namjoon has just said. Yejin bites back a giggle as she attempts to take a deep breath and calm herself down. She hates how she turns into this complete girl whenever one Jung Hoseok was involved.

Yejin had only ever seen Jung Hoseok as that annoyingly happy guy. A living, breathing ball of sunshine and she never understood why girls loved him so much. He was just so damn happy all the time and it tired her out just thinking about.

That was until the 2014 New Year’s Countdown at Catharsis.

It was like nothing Yejin had ever witnessed in the time she even knew what a Jung Hoseok was (or J-Hope as he was known throughout the underground community). His persona had taken a complete 180, as the usual bright smile was replaced with a teasing smirk. All clad in black, his snapback was pulled just above his eyes, a mystery shrouding his presence as a single spotlight shone down on him, the light just bouncing off the slight shine off his snapback.

It was then she understood what Namjoon meant by “Hobi lives and breathes dance.” As superficial as that may all sound, from that day onward Seon Yejin never saw Jung Hoseok in the same light again.

And it may have helped that she finally decided to listen to Namjoon and joined his stupid “Bangtan” club.

A very loud Jackson Wang bursts into the room, announcing something about a new transfer student coming into 3-C, causing a chorus of murmurs because “third year students transferring to Loen High was just unheard of,” quoting his friend Park Jinyoung (3-B) who had come into share the news too.

Apparently said transfer student was out of town and rumoured to have been “excused” from his previous school. Something about vandalising school property because he didn’t believe that youth should be suppressed of their thoughts and views and that they shouldn't be resulted to just machines adults mold them into.

Yes, yes, all very rebellious things that Seon Yejin found to be too much hard work and effort just thinking about. She misses the shared look Namjoon and Hoseok give each other, as their form teacher for the year enters and tells whoever is not in 3-C to leave.

“Now,” Mr Lee Changmin presses, mainly at Namjoon who was still very much chatting away to Hoseok.

Yejin shoves him off her desk, and he pouts. His best friend rolls her eyes as she scowls, bringing her fist up slightly and Namjoon flinches. He mumbles something along the lines of, “you’re only ever nice to Hobi,” as he pulls his messenger back over his shoulder and drags his feet out the door. Hoseok chuckles, taking his seat in front of Yejin just as Mr Lee calls attention.

He begins class with the obligatory “I hope you enjoyed your winter break,” and gets straight into “You guys are all seniors now,” and begins to list down all said Third Year responsibilities and warnings and thus begins another long year at Loen High.

Everyone looks forward to Third Year. Why? Mainly because you are unofficially promoted to Top Dogs of the school, but honestly Yejin didn't really care for that. If she was being completely honest, she couldn't wait to get out of here. To finally leave these peasants behind and succumb to her Wanderlust fantasies. Needless to say, the only thing getting her through high school were Jung Hoseok and as much as she hates to admit, Kim Namjoon.

A knock on the door quietens the class as a male student walks in. His rose pink hair a stark contrast to the scowl that seems to be a permanent fixture on the male’s face. His white shirt is half tucked-half buttoned revealing a hint of a black tee underneath, his black backpack sits on one shoulder and his hands sitting firmly in his pocket.

“Must be the new kid,” Hoseok whispers and Yejin nods, her eyes strangely fixated on the male’s stance.

“Min Yoongi, Daegu,” he bows and Yejin scoffs to herself. She didn't think it was true what they said about Daegu men (see one Kim Taehyung) but Min Yoongi was the epitome of just that.

Mr Lee points towards the empty seat between the window and Yejin and she inwardly sighs because that meant--

“Yejin-ssi will look after you. If you have any questions, she'll be more than happy to help,”

--that.

Yejin turns to give a forced smile and nod to which Yoongi responds...well he doesn't exactly as he drops his backpack to the floor, shuffles it under his desk with his feet and slumps down in his chair. She bites back a comment as she turns her attention back to the teacher just as he dismisses them from form period.

Their Korean teacher, Lim Jeonghee, enters, telling the students to turn to page 7. A chorus of groans sounds when she tells them to recite a line each and Jackson Wang makes a comment about him having to be excused since, “I can't Korean.”

Yejin rolls her eyes and casts a glance at her new deskmate. Said person has his head buried in his arms, earphones plugged in and she can faintly hear an unfamiliar beat emitting through them. Her gaze follows his rose coloured hair down the curve of his back and she can’t help but notice how well his shoulders fit their navy school blazer.  And here she thought Kim Seokjin had shoulders sculpted by the Gods themselves.

A knock to her desk brings her attention back as Hoseok motions to the front of their class. Their teacher doesn’t look too pleased as she repeats, “Yejin-ssi,” tapping on the whiteboard with her marker.

“A-a-ah, yes,” Yejin stutters and inwardly curses. She really needed to start paying attention in class.

Yoongi stirs at the sound and looks up. He notices the girl in question still trying to find her place and he shakes his head.

“12,” he coughs under his breath and Yejin turns at the voice, rather surprised to see who it is.

Yoongi only nods his head to her book and she mumbles a thank you of some sort. She could’ve sworn he was sleeping not five seconds ago. Ms Lim calls for her name again and she pushes those thoughts back, reciting the top of the page.

As morning classes come to an end, Yejin reluctantly tries to strike up some sort of conversation with the newbie. Moreso out of obligation and one Jung Hoseok wouldn't leave her alone, so she is quietly relieved when someone comes in to take Min Yoongi to the headmaster’s office.

She doesn't miss the low grumble he lets out when he takes his earphones out and chucks them on his desk. Yejin unknowingly reaches for his arm to stop him just as he passes her table.

He raises an eyebrow and she coughs out an awkward, “Thanks...for uhh this morning. I'll show you around later?” and she immediately regrets everything she has done within the short span of five seconds.

Yoongi’s expression remains the same - flat, dead. But there is something in that gaze of his that's made Yejin very uneasy as soon as he stepped in today. He gently wriggles his arm out of her hold and mumbles a, “Yeah whatever,” before making his way out of the classroom.

There's a low chorus of “ohhhsss” as Yejin curses under her breath and her head meets the desk.

This is going to be interesting year.

[oh-my-bangtan]

Had | (Jungkook Angst Request)

Title: Had Characters: Jungkook (JungkookxOC) Genre: Angst Word Count: 1353 Prompt/Request: So I can’t remember if their was an actual prompt for this but this was for the anon that wanted an “Angst Kookie” scenario. I don’t know if this was what you wanted but I thought I might as well give you guys a proper taste of the style of angst I write in.

Written by: Admin Unnie

[oh-my-bangtan]

   “Jungkook-ah–”

He walks away before she can even finish her sentence. His phone rings straight away and Jungkook doesn’t need to look to see who’s calling him. He can’t handle her right now. Not when she knows why. It isn’t as though they didn’t see it coming all along.

Sigh.

  He just needs to get out of here.

Jungkook doesn’t know how he ends up here, but it’s his getaway. The isolated dance studio located on the third floor of the building. After five years at this company, Jungkook still doesn’t know why nobody used this studio.

Plugging in his phone, he switches it to his favourite mix and lets the music take over his body. Taking center stage in the practice room, he counts “two, three, four…” and slides his right foot forward.

Jungkook doesn’t know when it started, but he thinks it began during their Just One Day promotions. There had already been preparations for their Japanese showcase and he was busy enough as was, juggling his first year at high school while learning enough Japanese for their Japan debut (all those Korean to Japanese translations of their No More Dream were doing his head in.) It wasn’t as though he didn’t want to make time for her, but it wasn’t as if they were “official” or anything.

“Do you even like me, Jungkook?”

The answer usually came easy to him. It was often a simple, “Yes, why would you ask that?” But as of late, he had found himself caught in that lie and began to question their not-really-a-relationship-relationship.

He asked Seokjin what this was. If the eldest Hyung had experienced anything of the sort. Seokjin only chuckled though. He ruffled the maknae’s hair and told him that he’s still a bit too young to be getting into any complicated relations.

That didn’t help.

He turned to Yoongi, seeing as he lyrics often expressed his experiences. The rapper all but scolded the maknae for getting into a relationship when they were already so busy. Not that there was a dating ban held over their group, but Min Yoongi didn’t need their youngest member to be distracted when they already had such a full schedule.

  He didn’t really want to turn to their leader, not that he didn’t give good advice, but the fact that Namjoon was their leader; Jungkook didn’t want to give him any more pressure than he already had.

His phone rings again and he mutes it, turning up his music full blast. She wasn’t usually like this. The constant calling, messaging… She knew when to give the main vocalist his space. But lately something had changed in her attitude, which in result really is what made Jungkook question their relationship and his feelings with her.

Their first meeting wasn’t particularly anything special. She had seen the girl around the company before and figured she was a new trainee. It wasn’t until their debut rehearsal when she was helping the Coordi Noonas with the styling that he found out she was a casual helper on their team.

Their first conversation was awkward, to say the least. She had been paired with helping the Maknae Line with their outfits when she was passing a towel to him. Either Jungkook had something on his face and she was just really star-struck (which really didn’t make sense to Jungkook since they hadn’t even officially debuted yet) but she wouldn’t let go of the towel in her hand. Jungkook didn’t know what to do either and he probably guessed the girl was no younger than he was. He could only smile and try to slip the towel out of her tight grip so he could use. He thinks it was then when he took an interest in her. She was cute and Jungkook wouldn’t forget that.

It was only when they were preparing for their O!RUL82? (he still has trouble saying that ridiculously long album title) album that he garnered some sort of courage to properly approach her. He had never really been in a relationship before. The only time he had been, well “involved” with a girl was before his debut. But he never really considered that as dating. He still doesn’t know what that was in all honesty.

Jungkook had made the mistake of asking Taehyung for advice. Not that he didn’t like this 4D-hyung, but Taehyung wasn’t the best at keeping secrets and pretty much just went up to the girl and said, “Jeon Jungkook wants your number.” It was safe to say, Jungkook will never live that moment down as Taehyung had announced this in front of all is hyungs and the stylist team.

Lucky for him the girl found it cute, and all but complied.

It was simple. A seemingly easy and harmless start.

One of the Coordi-noonas explained to the both of them that this wouldn’t be easy. Not because of the fans but because they would both be busy. What with Jungkook having ungodly houred schedules and her having to also juggle school and running around the company now and then, it wasn’t going to work out the way they wanted to. They also had to keep this under wraps from their managers and all of BTS.

Jungkook understood that and so did she. But that was when it stopped.

They had never really made anything official, and Jungkook though that was fine. He didn’t know that it bothered her that much. That she wanted some sort of “title” and not a “썸타*” relationship.

“Jungkook-ah, what am I to you?”

  “You already know what you are,”

  And that was all he ever answered with. Jungkook honestly didn’t see what was wrong with that, but then again he was only a seventeen year-old teenage boy, only in his first year of high school. What did he know about relationships, right?

He did tell her though. That he thought this was what a relationship was. It wasn’t a though he didn’t confess to her because he did. Multiple times.

“You know I like you, right?”

  “I know.”

  “Then why are you so upset?”

  He didn’t know then, but he knows now that he was ignorant. Although who could blame him. His mind was so encapsulated with BTS that he realized (a little too late, really) that he didn’t have the time or the mentality to deal with such a thing right now.

But how do you break up with someone you’re not even with?

His music is cut off and he looks up to Jimin giving him that look. Jungkook rolls his eyes as he walks to the back wall and takes a seat on the bench. Jimin sighs, unplugging the maknae’s phone on joining him.

“You two fight again?”

Jimin is the only one that knows about their relationship. And he had predicted it would turn down this route. Jimin had warned Jungkook that as much as he might like her, Jungkook wasn’t ready. Not now. Not when they are still rookies and Jungkook puts all his time and energy into doing what he loves doing – being a part of BTS.

“I should’ve listened to you, hyung.”

“Yeah you should’ve,” Jimin teases. Jungkook scowls and Jimin can only laugh.

Sighing, Jungkook runs a hand through his hair. “What do I do now?”

“You know the answer to that, Jeon Jungkook,” he places a firm hand on his shoulder. “And you should do it quick. Don’t keep putting it off,”

Jungkook groans as he falls to the fall, lying flat on the wooden flooring. “I can’t just…”

“Jungkook-ah,”

Jungkook only sighs again. He knows Jimin is right. It is better to do it now before anyone can get hurt more than they already have. Jungkook doesn’t want to hurt her. His feelings for her hadbeen real.

Had.

That is the problem.

Chucking his phone, it lands on Jungkooks chest as Jimin gets up and nudges the maknae’s shoulder. A voice sounds from the phone and Jungkook mentally makes a note to kill Park Jimin later.

“Uh…hey. Are you free right now? Yeah…we need to talk…”

*썸타 (like you’re in dating “without the labels”/unofficially have a thing with said person)

[oh-my-bangtan]

Umm this is my first request ever. So I apologise if I get it wrong. And angst scenario with suga where you come home late and one of your guy friends drop you off and suga gets mad. There was meant to be a date but both people got the wrong date/place and there's been arguments before. Ending up to you! :)

Title: Verge

Characters: Yoongi, OC

Genre: Smut, Angst

Rated: NC – 17

Word Count: 1888

Written by Admin Unnie

A/N: Since nothing really turns out the way I want it to, eh, I wrote something and I wanted to post something so here~.

Minutes ago Min Yoongi was yelling at his girlfriend. Telling her that he’s seen the way Hoseok looks at her but she protested that her supposed best friend was just looking out for her.  Jung Hoseok always took her out - they went to high school together, moved to Seoul together, been through thick and thin together. But that didn’t change Yoongi’s mind. He’s a guy and he knows better than anyone the way that a man looks at another woman. And the way Hoseok looked at her was not so innocent.

“It’s not like that!” her voice was on the verge of breaking point but Yoongi couldn’t handle this anymore.

 “I’ve seen the way he looks at you,”

 “But you know I would never–”

 “Jimin saw you two,” his comment cut through the air like ice. He could see the tears falling but as of that moment he didn’t care. He needed the truth.

 She scoffed and stormed out of his apartment, not wanting to believe a word coming out of his mouth.

 They had dated for almost three years. He knew of her friends and how she got when she let loose. He knew that his girlfriend would never, ever do anything to jeopardise their relationship. But as of late, he didn’t know what to believe.

His phone rings and he pulls out his phone and hangs up almost immediately. He didn’t need to talk to anyone, especially not to him. Yoongi’s attention falls on the lone black parka on his couch and he knows he can’t stand being alone in this apartment any longer. Grabbing his jacket, he heads out the door.

Easily slipping through the dance floor, Yoongi reaches the bar and orders his usual.

“Go hard on the gin,”

The bartender only nods as he slides his drink over. Yoongi downs it down within seconds and calls for another. The blaring music and pulsating strobe lights don’t faze the male one bit as his gaze pans across the dance floor. Mass bodies move against each other and although it makes him sick, the memory of his first meeting with her pops into his head.

 It wasn’t his scene. Min Yoongi wasn’t one for clubbing but Seokjin kept insisting and that he couldn’t not show up for his opening night.

 Yoongi agreed, “Only because it’s your opening night and I want your club to be successful, hyung,” and honestly, if it wasn’t for her, Yoongi thinks he would have never set foot in such establishments again.

 The girl was a friend of Namjoon’s and had just moved up to Seoul not too long ago. She was a little cold at first, seemingly not interested in everything happening around her and Yoongi could see she felt a little uncomfortable here. Namjoon had abandoned the girl, something about a girl in red converses, leaving his friend lost between the bar and the dance floor.

 “Not really your scene huh?” Yoongi had found himself beside her the whole night. Maybe it was that mutual understanding of not being from Seoul or that he himself really didn’t wanna be here any longer.

 She shrugged, “Not that. Don’t really know anyone and besides, kinda only been in Seoul for like two months…”

 “Wanna get out of here?”

 Yoongi downs his fifth drink that night and the bartender sighs. A figure from behind him takes the glass out of the younger male’s hand and Yoongi tries to protest but all that comes out is a bunch on incoherent slurs.

“Yoongi, I think that’s enough,” he passes him a glass of water.

“Hyung, I’m fine,” Yoongi’s eyes flutter and Seokjin only shakes his head, signaling to the other staff not to give him anymore.  Seokjin takes a seat and Yoongi lets his head fall onto the counter top.

He can feel his head spinning, the alcohol slowly kicking in but he can’t go back to his apartment. The thought of going home to an empty bed, it hurts him just thinking about it. The worst part is, he knows it’s his fault. That if he just kept his mouth shut, none of this would have happened. But Yoongi knows that if he were to let this fester on any longer, the repercussions would have only been bigger.

“You two fight?” Seokjin rubs Yoongi’s back.

“She walked out, hyung,” Yoongi’s words are heavy and Seokjin only sighs. “She cheated on me, hyung,”

“I don’t think–”

“Park Jimin even said so. He saw her and that Jung Hoseok the other night…” Yoongi hiccups, trying to hold back any tears that he can feel threatening to fall.

“Uhh Yoongi-ah–”

“I thought she wasn’t like that, you know hyung?” Yoongi continues to ramble. He goes on about how he never trusted that Jung Hoseok kid and that he thought she was different. But they were friends to begin with, high school friends no less and the more time you spent with someone–

“She didn’t fucking cheat on you,” Seokjin finally gets out and Yoongi raises his head. His eyes are bloodshot as he tries to adjust his sight to his surroundings.

“What?”

“Do you think she would really do that?”

“But–”

“Some guy from work was being a dick so Hoseok stepped in. That was it. Yeah okay, maybe that guy has feelings for her but I’ve seen the way she looks at you. And trust me. No way in hell is she gonna ever leave you,”

Seokjin can’t even finish his breath as Yoongi downs the glass of water and stumbles out of the club. The icy breeze hits his face as he steps out, but Yoongi didn’t have time to feel cold right now. He automatically dials that number on his phone but isn’t surprised when it goes straight to voicemail.

Zipping up his jacket, he pulls up a taxi and relays the address as if it is second nature. The taxi arrives in less than fifteen minutes as Yoongi throws a fifty at the driver, telling him to keep the change, as he makes his way into the apartment building. Reaching the tenth floor, he stumbles out and almost falls against her front door before he regains balance.

Taking a minute to evaluate his current situation, it hits him that he’s fully intoxicated, probably looking like he ran a marathon, his eyes are completely bloodshot and puffy from the unknown tears he shed in the club and he has no idea what he’s gonna say to her.

Just as he’s about to knock on her door, it opens and the smell of soju hits him strong. The girl in front of him is in no better shape but right now all Yoongi wants to do is kiss her.

He takes a step into her apartment, his lips crash down on hers as he kicks the door shut and cups her face in her hands. He leads her onto her couch, finding his hands tangled in her hair as she straddles his lap, her hands playing with the zip of his jacket as she pulls it off him. Her tongue takes control, exploring every inch of his mouth as the taste of alcohol invade his tongue again and he can feel the heaviness in his breath as the alcohol begins to take control.

It takes her a minute before she pulls away suddenly. Yoongi wants to pull her back but he knows he shouldn’t. His head falls on hers as their breaths line up.

“Yoongi-yah,” she breathes.

“Sorry,” he responds in the same manner.

His eyes meet with hers and he doesn’t say anything else as he pulls back into her, his lips taking hers with more urgency than before. Her hands play with the buttons on his shirt as his finds the hem of hers. Peeling each other’s clothes of simultaneously, Yoongi stands up, his girl’s legs still wrapped around his waist as he leads her into the bedroom. She makes fast with his belt, unzipping his jeans as her back meets with her cotton sheets.

Yoongi pulls her shorts off swiftly, climbing on top of her as he slips a finger underneath her panties. His finger rubs her clit softly before he discards the piece of lingerie for easier access. His tongue runs down her torso, slowly until it reaches the tip of her core. His tongue flicks up and down at her nub as she lets out a moan. His fingers make do, slipping in easily as his tongue works faster on her, making her wetter by the second. Her back arches as he enters another finger in her, pumping in and out of her.

Her hips buck towards him and Yoongi only hushes her, teasing her as he goes even slower making her squirm even more. The sight of her makes him want to take of his own business but right now he needs to show he how much he appreciates her.

Quickening his pace, her hips begin to buck harder but he gently pushes them down, signaling her to not be so hasty. His fingers pull out as he plants kisses all the way up to her neck. His mouth takes hers again as his thumb slowly rubs her clit. She moves her hips towards him and he only rubs that sweet spot slower, feeling the juices pouring out of her. His finger flicks it one more time before he enters her. Her hands try to stop him, wanting to take control into his own hands but as she’s learned by now, a drunk Yoongi isn’t one to let you take control for him.

Her head is too clouded by those hands of his working on her that when he finally enters, his name vibrates from the back of her throat as she screams. He pumps into her slowly, picking up pace as her hips follow his rhythm until they’re in sync with his. Pulling her closer, his arm slinks around her waist, her hips angling higher as he hits that sweet spot of hers he does so well. His mouth sucks on her neck as he continues to pound into her, feeling his torso hit hers as her hips rock faster, his thrusts coming harder.

“Yoongi-yah….I’m…” she moans into his ear and it turns him on even more as he pounds harder into her. He feels her walls close around him and she’s so tight all he can do is lift her waist higher, her hips buck against his as she moans his name louder and louder.

“Me too…” he mumbles into her neck as they both ride until they climax. She feels her release, Yoongi following a second behind as they slowly ride it out down.

Yoongi can feel his head feeling heavier as he collapses next to her. He pulls her in closer and mumbles something about him being an idiot and his girlfriend only kisses him. The after effects of the alcohol and sex begin to take over both of them as their eyes close. She snuggles into his hold as he pulls the sheets over their bodies. The warmth of her body next to his makes his eyes feel even heavier as he brings her closer into him.

Yoongi can just need to deal with the hangover tomorrow morning.

[ji-sungd]

Hello fellow Jikook shippers. Join us in a line group dedicated to Jikook. We can share pictures, fanfiction, and make friends. :) yay see you there! (note if you ship things other than jikook that is fine too. Multishippers welcomed as well)

[dangnamja-blog]

Guys, as an international fan I just feel terrible about today. Let’s all tweet @bts_official that it’s okay and we love them, alright?

[hoseokjung-deactivated20250216]

u got rapmon discussing the influence of the korean music industry as a fightable influence within mainstream pop culture in english on bloomberg

and u got ‘oh shit wait are we live????’

[rubadubsyub]

WAIT I'M SO CONFUSED

What's going on with Jimin and people making fun of his abs? I'm gone for a few days and I'm so far behind on updates TT

[poeguesquadron2]

i'm a good writer, seriously! meme

just a simple little thing for you guys to do with me. put a number in my askbox and i’ll answer accordingly.

the mission, should you accept it, is to stay positive about your writing and yourself, but to also be fair about your shortcomings.

of the fic you’ve written, which are you most proud of?

favorite tense (past/present/future)

favorite POV (first/second/third/etc)

what are some themes you love writing about?

what inspires you to write?

thoughts on critique

create a character on the spot…. NOW!

is there a character you love writing for the most? the least? why?

a passage from a WIP

what are your strengths wrt writing?

what are your weaknesses wrt writing?

what’s your favorite place for writing resources?

[fyeahbangtaned]

REMINDER REMINDER!!!

The MV view for SICK later counts again for music shows so you all now how this works yeah?! Haha! No replay buttons, load the page again. I don’t think I have to link the references?! We just all did it in May! hahaha! Watch on the official BIGHIT YT page. I believe you are all now experts on this what with I NEED U promos and yeah let’s do this again to support our hardworking boys. ^_^ ♥

[baebsaes]

bts calender ripping challenge

[wonwoosgf-archive-unfollow-this]

“fansites are going to get mad that you’re recoloring pictures”

ok so?? they’re mad that I’m making them look like /them/ , they’re mad because I’m trying to make them look like people, make them look healthy??

I don’t give a single fuck about fansites who whitewash. I couldn’t care less if they stopped posting pictures.

[mountean]

um just wanna warn the seventeen international fandom……………..i know whitewashing is a big problem and it’s wrong but these are your choices

whitewashed fantakens vs. no fantakens at all

fansites know that some of you are editing their pictures by recoloring them and they’re kind of pissed ;; just a sidenote to you all

[woozinet]

It is better to not take the pictures than to white-wash them. If someone has to recolor a photo, then the people editing them in the first place aren’t even uploading the original photos.

They’re not pictures of the actual idols. They might as well be paintings at that point.

[recolorkpop]

If you know it’s a big problem and it’s wrong, why are you defending them? If these fansites know that people are recoloring their pictures so the idols look like, you know, themselves, then maybe they should take a hint and learn how to edit their pictures without whitewashing.

It is possible.

Just saying.