#borntobeat

[aerendezvous]

After 4 years, Ilhoon, I get to see and listen to you again. I love you, Ilhoon. Thank you for coming back. 🐾

[melodyswriting]

BTOB 12th Mini Album, Wind and Wish discography

[jpt3r]

͏ ͏ ͏— ͏͏ ͏͏☆ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ Btob

I know I like a singer/group when any song I hear from them I like something, it could be the lyrics, the rhythm or how they chose to sing (I can't explain).

When i turned 12 i decided to go back to being kpop stan,and that helped me a lot because I was insecure being myself (I'm still the same). I was researching new music and then I saw btob and I was blown away by everyone's voices, I listened to all the songs they had and put them on my birthday party. until today my favorite song is Show your love.

SS ♡

[exol-aghase-trashcanperson]

was thinking about this just now....

[annoyinggreenpotato]

Help a girl out!😭

I need more melody friends or BTOB supporters a dont know many of us. Like is there a whatsapp group or something like that where we can share stuff and be friends?? I need it😭❤

[its-melodyook-blog]

Ended With A Beautiful Pain

On one typical, lonely, autumn day, I woke up with my heart aching like crazy. My heart feels so tight as if it is clenched so hard but at the same time, empty. I woke up longing for your scent, your smile, your voice, your presence and just...you. I thought I'll be alright, but I still end up begging and praying for you every night, everyday, wishing and praying hopelessly that we could cross paths again someday, that we could meet again one day. The same things. The same emptiness. The same feelings. Different days. A year had passed but...I'm still Missing You.

As fall ended, as winter came by and as spring had passed by quickly, summer begun. There's only one thing that I've realized as the seasons quickly change in a blink of an eye. I'm coming to you. I'm running back to you. I don't want to waste a chance, knowing how I would regret not telling the thoughts, feelings and words I've been bottling all along. I'm coming to you, and it is because I have come to a realization that I cannot live without you. My heart will always long for you and I will always be Missing You because...you are the Only One For Me.

The pain of not being able to hold and intertwine my fingers with yours, not being able to receive the warmth of your body as I lock my arms all around you, not being able to see that precious smile of yours and not being able to have you by my side was too much. It was becoming unbearable. But as I tried to get away and avoid that pain, I got nothing except meeting another pain. Another heartbreak. Avoiding pain and meeting another pain is such a cycle that seemed unending. It's as if the happiness I had is running away, and I can do nothing to bring it back to my side. The memories we shared, the laughters we brought to each other and the moment that we spent together—they're nothing but beautiful. But as reality slaps me hard, making me realize how we could never go back to those beautiful moments makes me realize how it breaks my heart so much. That is nothing, but painful. Yes, my heart may still be Missing You and maybe you are still the Only One For Me but...I guess it's certainly the end. And it ended with a Beautiful Pain.

[killingmebtob]

You Weren’t Here // Jung Ilhoon

Author: @killingmebtob // Gen

Title: You Weren’t Here

Characters: Jung Ilhoon x Reader

Summary: Y/N had a nightmare after an argument with Ilhoon,

Author’s Note: Been missing for too long or no one noticed AHAHA requests are now open! Do drop us some ^^

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Your name: submit What is this?

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It was dinner time. And it all started out with a concern from me.

"Stop stopping me from doing what I want, it's my job!" He shouted back, throwing his hands in the air.

"I'm not stopping you. I get it, it's what you do for a living, what I'm just saying is tone down with it. You've been coming home late and leaving home way too early. And at times, you spend the night in the studio. I'm just worried." I calmly said, trying to put out the fire.

"Because I'm rushing for our comeback! Why can't you understand? You said it was nice that I had something I'm passionate about!"

"It is! And I'm still proud of it! I'm saying it's not healthy like this!"

"So it's healthy to just laze around and do nothing like you?"

And that was enough to send my walls crumbling. Upon graduating from college just a few months ago, I still couldn't get a job and my boyfriend had to help out in terms of financial more than I do. He said he didn't mind it.

He said.

I push the chair to stand up, picking up the plate of uneaten food and placed it in the fridge. Without another word exchange, I headed towards the bedroom we share. But was stopped by him.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that." He said softly. But I know. Him apologizing doesn't mean he gives in to the argument. It was just for that one sentence he threw at me.

"Step aside." I spat coldly. And I didn't need to say it twice.

I buried myself in pillows. I hated the feeling of arguing with him. I love him, and so do he. But his stubbornness and hot temper can really get the best of him. And now feeling so awful, I can't even go to him for a cuddle.

The door clicked open, light from outside the bedroom shone into the darkness. I heard him let out a sigh. Upon the lack of my reaction, he announced that he'll be sleeping in the guest room.

He went towards the closet and pulled his sleeping clothes before heading out once more, silence that filled the air choking me the whole time. As the door was closed once again, I felt a tear rolling down from the side of my eye. Using the back of my hand to wipe it off, my eyelids fluttered close. I was drained after that heated argument.

"Sorry, I don't feel the way I did anymore." He coldly threw at me, without even turning around to face me. With luggage in his hands, he headed towards the door of our apartment and left. For good.

I sobbed, while running after him. As the door closed, I grabbed onto the door knob to push it open. But it wouldn't budge, not even an inch. The anxiety in me grew as my sobbing continued. He loves me, he can't leave just like this.

I felt myself helplessly dropped onto the ground as I banged on the door, wishing he would open it again and pull me into his embrace.

I gasped as I snapped my eyes open. My breathing was so quick I had to calm myself down. It was a nightmare, he's not leaving. But when I turned around, the space next to me was empty. The scene from last night came flooding back in. Pulling the blanket out of my legs, I headed towards our bathroom and splashed some water to keep myself from overthinking.

I'll just check that he hasn't leave, I persuaded myself. Tip-toeing to the guest room, I opened the door slightly, just enough for me to peek in. And there he was on the bed, sleeping soundly. Before I knew it, I found myself creeping up next to him and settled on the bed.

It woke him up as he murmured, "Y/N? What are you doing?"

"I had a nightmare and you weren't around." I mumbled back. His expression softened at the mention of my purpose. He instinctively wrapped his arms around me, pulling me closer to him.

"What was it about?" He carefully asked. We have always believe that talking about nightmares will prevent them from happening for real.

"You left me, for good. You said you don't love me anymore. I ran after you, but the door just couldn't open. I -" I choked as I felt my tears rising again. He shushed me to stop, burying my face into his chest as he patted the back of my head.

"I'm here alright, no one's leaving." He reassured me.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have -"

"It was my fault, you meant well but I took it the wrong way." He cut me off as I was about to apologize for starting the fight.

"I hate arguing with you."

"Me too."

I could hear him smiling through his words as we ended our argument.

"I'll come home earlier later, ok?" And I nodded, smiling with my eyes closed, tightening my grip around his body as I melted into his warmth.

[yookitsungjae-blog]

other fandoms: *edit fake conversations of their faves* meanwhile, #BTOB as themselves: