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I mean, obviously he'd say top. Why would be say bottom even if he were?
“why would he say bottom even if he were?”
oh, i don’t know, babes. maybe because it’s not 1952 and being a bottom isn’t a crime punishable by heterosexual panic and fandom delusion??? why would he say bottom??? BECAUSE MAYBE HE’S A LITTLE BOTTOMY, CAROL!! IDK 😭😭
like be serious. what do you think would happen? he says “bottom” and spontaneously combusts into glitter and vapor? the tattoos disappear, the piercings fall out, his thighs dissolve into mist like cursed artifacts?? please. he’s not going to lose his masculinity card because he dared to whisper the b-word.
and the tone?? “even if he were…” babes, you said that like it’s a medical condition. like he’s secretly battling bottomism and the fandom must protect his virtue at all costs. it’s giving fanfic masculinity olympics with a side of “real men don’t bend.” let’s clear something up real quick:
being a bottom is not a weakness.
being a bottom is not an insult.
being a bottom is not some tragic runner-up prize in the hunger games of gay sex.
it’s literally just a position. and it does not preclude you from being a menace.
jungkook could be a bottom.
jungkook could be a power bottom.
jungkook could be a bratty, thigh-clenching, soft-voiced menace in a crop top who folds you in half and still says “please.”
you think jk would be ashamed? jk??? the man who said “top 😌” and giggled like he was handing the fandom a riddle wrapped in lace and sin?? he knew. and the only reason it hit like it did? is because he never said he wasn’t a bottom.
and even if he weren’t (let’s suspend disbelief for a second), maybe he’s just a silly little freak who knows what he’s doing. and what he did was say “top 😌” like he was ordering from a restaurant called booty & the feast, where jm is the waiter in booty shorts and he tips 40%.
but let’s be real: switches, verses, power bottoms, subversives? he‘s probably the full tasting menu and then some.
this was never about labels. it was about chaos. about teasing. about keeping us guessing while he sits back and sips his iced americano like it’s none of his business.
meanwhile, he’s too busy living rent-free in jm’s head and flexing on heteronormative assumptions to even care what y’all think 🫦
plausible deniability? that’s just smoke and mirrors. ambiguity? that’s part of the brand. he’s not avoiding the discourse. he’s feeding it.
and y’all are still acting like he has to defend his masc4masc stat sheet when this is a man who posts gym thirst traps, soundtracks his entire aura with bedroom r&b, and looks into the camera like he was starring in a banned fragrance commercial called “sin” by calvin klein.
and not to bring jm into it, but actually, to very much bring jm into it: do you think a man who giggles when jm flirts with him, worships his ass and thighs like a religion, and follows him around like a lovesick golden retriever is out here scared of the bottom police???? that man has seen god. and god is 5’8” in custom dior.
so to answer your question, sweet anon:
he didn’t say “bottom” because he didn’t need to.
this is an interactive broadway production called “guess who’s getting railed after the encore.”
and honey, the tickets are sold out.