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RELATIONSHIP WITH MAKNAE LINE

⿻ ✦⭒ ٠˟ ː . JIMIN . ⁎⁺ 🌊˳𖤘

Jimin always wanted a younger sister so when he learned Daeun was part of the final lineup for Bangtan, he was delighted to form a friendship with her. They had minimal interactions as trainees since Daeun was always practicing with the other female trainees, which made the start of their friendship all the more special.

The two of them were able to bond over the similar struggles they've faced over the years. Despite how much they've suffered because of their idol career, it brought them closer together because they understand what the other has gone through. Their friendship is special of the unspoken understanding they have for one another. Jimin is a very precious person to Daeun and she's been able to become a better person over the years because of his encouragement. She wouldn't have been able to be the person she is today if she didn't have his unwavering support by her side.

The two of them together brings a headache to the rest of the group; their combined teasing makes them insufferable so the other members avoid them when they're together at all costs. Nobody wants to be a victim of their relentless bullying. Even though they are an extremely annoying pair of people to be around, they are very loved within in the group and are perhaps the most loved members.

ミ ⁕ 🐬 𓈒 ⊹ . TAEHYUNG . ˓𓄹 ✶ ࣪˖

Daeun and Taehyung became close after Taehyung opened up to her about he felt being the only hidden member of the group. He couldn't understand why he was the only person who had to be hidden and felt lonely about not being able to show himself to the public before debuting. He wasn't close with Daeun until the first deep conversation they shared but felt safe enough with her to spill everything. Daeun provided him immense comfort during those days, reassuring him that he would make the final lineup and the group wasn't complete without him. Her kind and caring heart is what put his worries to ease.

Daeun is Taehyung's biggest cheerleader and is always encouraging him to pursue his interests. When he wanted to learn how to play the violin and trumpet, Daeun looked for the top instructors in the country who was willing to teach him. When he shared that he wasn't to explore jazz music while creating his solo album, she told him she would him produce whatever style of songs his art desired. No matter what Taehyung is interested in, she supports him wholeheartedly.

Definitely one of the most loved friendships among not only ARMYs but within the K-pop world as well. Pictures and videos of them are constantly circulating around the internet as proof that guys and girls can be friends without having romantic feelings for one another. Taehyung and Daeun for life!

☆﹒—﹒JUNGKOOK﹒⟢﹒💤

Since Jungkook is the only member who is younger than Daeun, he's become her baby since the day they met. The boba-eyed boy has always had a special place in her heart and receives special treatment from her. Daeun absolutely adores Jungkook and it's evident in the way that she treats him compared to the others. While she's constantly keeping the other members in place, Jungkook gets away with everything and anything once he flashes her his bunny-like grin. Call it unfair treatment but Daeun can't help dote on him extra.

From the start, Daeun has known that Jungkook had a bright future. With his beautiful vocals and amazing dancing skills, she knew he would easily make a name for himself. She's his biggest cheerleader and wholeheartedly supports all of his endeavors. Jungkook too knew that Daeun would make herself a household name and brags about her accomplishments to anybody who has ears. Is it endearing how much they support each other? Absolutely. Do their friends and family wish they would shut up about each other? 100%.

Daeun has the closest bond with Jungkook out of everybody in the group. They got along immediately upon meeting and after Daeun was the one of the only females trainee left BigHit, Jungkook took it upon himself to spend more time with her. Their families are close to one another because of their friendship which only strengthened their bond over the years.

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Aera and Jung Kook of BTS surprise fans on Day 1 of the Arirang tour

ARMY was given a huge surprise on Day 1 of BTS Arirang Tour when Jung Kook and Aera performed an unreleased song. The two took the stage and belted out harmonious vocals to the new R&B masterpiece titled 'Still Beautiful' which was written and produced by both members with lyrics written by Aera.

Still Beautiful tells the story of two people who fell in love when they were kids but had to part due to certain circumstances. The melancholy expressed in the first half of the song is pulls at your heartstrings, but in the last half it changes from melancholic to upbeat with themes of reminiscing. You might start with tears but end in a smile.

We hope this song stays on the set list and ends up on Spotify soon!

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𝖺𝗋𝗂 ─── 𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗀 ⠀♡ ⠀#✉️ ⠀𝖻𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗍𝖺𝗇 ⠀❀ ⠀౿ ⠀หวัง

🜚 𝚘𝚏 𝙱𝚃𝚂 ⟭⟬⁷ 𝟗𝟕,

━─── Damian Kang or Kang Si-Woo (Korean: 강시우; born July 7, 1997), better known professionally as Siwoo, is a South Korean-Japanese American singer, rapper and songwriter. He debuted as a member of the South Korean boy band BTS in June 2013 under Big Hit Entertainment. Characterized by his airy, cinematic falsetto, distinct dark-pop and alternative R&B production style, and multilingual lyricism, Siwoo transitioned into a highly successful solo career in 2023. His multi-language debut studio album, STARBOY, achieved massive critical acclaim and commercial success globally. Beyond his musical endeavors, he is recognized as a global fashion icon, championing a modern "Dark Hollywood" and neo-noir aesthetic.

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Source: Soompi | Date: October 2023

In a historic and breathtaking moment for both fashion and K-pop, BTS’s Minji made global headlines as the first-ever K-pop idol to perform at the iconic Victoria’s Secret fashion show, held in New York City in 2023.

The sold-out runway event, which marked Victoria’s Secret’s long-anticipated return to live performances, featured stunning supermodels, extravagant lingerie designs, and a star-studded lineup of performers. But it was Minji, dressed in a custom Victoria’s Secret outfit layered with lace. Minji performed five tracks from her critically acclaimed debut solo album, Pretty Possessive, each accompanied by her own choreography for the respective song.

While BTS has performed on countless prestigious stages, this moment was uniquely Minji’s. Fans praised her for “breaking boundaries between music, fashion, and femininity.” Many Korean and international outlets called it a landmark moment in both K-pop and Western fashion history.

Netizens applauded her professionalism and artistry:

“Minji isn’t just representing K-pop, she’s redefining what it means to be a global artist.” — Twitter/X user @/minjinator95

“The visuals, vocals, styling, the stage presence… this woman is unreal. A true icon.” — Instagram fan comment

Top fashion outlets, including Vogue, ELLE, and WWD, have called her appearance “one of the best Victoria’s Secret performances of all time,” comparing it to past appearances by artists like Rihanna, Ariana Grande, and The Weeknd.

With Minji’s album already topping international charts and whispers of VMA buzz, her Victoria’s Secret performance only adds to the momentum of her solo era.

JAEKYUNG WITH BTS

JAEJIN ───── “ trust me. i know this guy. now, open your mouth. ”

although he won’t admit it, jaekyung is a great admirer of his jin hyung. it’s common to see clips of jaekyung smiling fondly as jin goofs around or makes one of his dad jokes.

most of jin’s “hyung will do it” moments are reserved specifically for jaekyung because he knows the maknae tends to try and overcompensate for his imperfections. that’s how jin got jaekyung to open up to him.

there is an inside joke within the group about jaekyung’s name because jin once called him “jake” during an episode of bon voyage when someone was asking him if they were from bts.

volcanic, still

***volcanic, still is a work of literary fiction dealing with the entertainment industry, specifically K-pop's, treatment of its artists. The characters and events are fictional. the conditions that make those events possible are not. it contains depictions of grooming, sexual abuse , institutional complicity, suicide, trauma and its aftermath, disordered eating, and alcohol use. these themes are handled with care but they are not handled lightly. please read accordingly.

this story was written, in part, to heal. if it finds you at a moment when you need the same thing, i hope it helps.

hyeki's story is not a comfortable one. it is not meant to be.

if you need to step away at any point, please do. ***

⊹ ࣪ ﹏𓊝﹏𓂁﹏⊹ ࣪ ˖ The water around Jeju is clearest before the fishermen go out. Before the haenyeo surface with their catch, before the tourist boats leave the harbor, before the island remembers it has obligations to the living. In that hour the ocean holds so still it looks like something is holding its breath. Hyeki used to think it was waiting for her. She knows now it was never waiting for anything. It was just water. It had no idea what was coming. ⊹ ࣪ ﹏𓊝﹏𓂁﹏⊹ ࣪ ˖ I. The Color of Being Held

The bunny has one eye. It has had one eye since Yuna was four years old and pulled the other one off during a fever, some delirious act of toddler surgery she doesn't remember performing, but that her mother had told the story so many times it had became it's own mythology. " You just pulled it right off", her mother had said. "Like it offended you."

The remaining eye is black and slightly loose, secured by a single thread that has been re-stitched so many times the fabric around it is puckered and soft. The bunny's fur is the color of something that was once white and has become, over fifteen years of being held, the color of being held. Flattened in some places. Matted in others. The left ear bent at an angle that no amount of straightening has ever corrected. She has had it her entire life.

She used to hide it. At twelve, at thirteen, the embarrassment of a comfort object in a building full of girls trying to seem older than they were, trying to seem ready for things they were not ready for. She stopped hiding it when she turned fourteen and understood that there were worse things than being seen with a stuffed animal. That the things worth being ashamed of were not the things she had been taught to be ashamed of.

She picks it up from the bed. Holds it for a moment.

It smells like the dorm. Like the combination of seven girls in close quarters — competing perfumes and someone's shampoo and stale air that circulates through a building that does not open its windows enough. It smells like the last three years of her life. Like everything she came here wanting and everything she found instead and the specific education of understanding that those two things are not the same and may never have been.

She had told Hyeki once — the new girl, the youngest one, thirteen years old with eyes that took up half her face and hair that curled and an accent that mixed Jeju dialect with something American and warm — she had told her that she wanted to give the bunny to her daughter someday. They had been on the practice room floor, late, the way the real conversations always happened late on floors. Hyeki had looked at her with those eyes and said, "She'll love it". Not , that's sweet . Not you'll be a wonderful mother. Just the fact of it. Certain and specific and given without decoration.

Yuna had known then. Not consciously. But somewhere underneath the conscious, in the place where the real knowing lives.

She had known.

She crosses the room to Hyeki's bed.

She is so young.

This is the thought that arrives when Yuna looks at her sleeping. Not for the first time — she has had this thought before, has had it every time she watches this girl navigate something that would have flattened someone with twice her years and twice her armor. Thirteen years old and already she has learned to sleep facing the door. Already she has learned to read rooms before entering them, to calibrate what she shows against what she holds, to make herself useful so that no one looks too closely at what she costs.

Yuna had recognized instantly the unfortunate inevitability of a girl who has decided that being extraordinary is safer than being ordinary, that talent is armor, that if you are exceptional enough no one will notice what you are protecting underneath the exception.

She had recognized her because she had been her. Before she understood what the recognition was for. What it cost. She tucks the bunny beside Hyeki's face. Carefully. The bent ear visible against the pillow, the single black eye catching the thin light from under the door. Close enough to find. Close enough that it will be the first thing she sees.

The note is folded small inside, tucked through the seam she opened along the back and re-stitched last night with the small sewing kit she's kept in her drawer since her mother pressed it into her hands the day she left home. "For buttons", her mother had said. Practical. Her mother is always practical. It is the thing Yuna loves most about her and the thing that has made certain conversations impossible. She could not have told her mother. This is not a criticism. It is just true.

She watches Hyeki breathe for a moment.

미안해, she thinks. I'm sorry.

Not for this. Never for this. For leaving her here. For the things she knows that Hyeki doesn't know yet, the architecture of what this place is and what it does and what it has already done. For the fact that she came into this building and found this girl and loved her immediately but was not able to love her into safety, which is not how love works but is what she wanted anyway.

She stands up straight.

The hallway is quiet.

She moves through it the way she has moved through it for three years, the geography memorized past the level of thought — the loose floorboard outside the bathroom, the light that flickers outside room four, the distance between doors measured in footsteps she no longer counts consciously. She knows this hallway in the dark. She has walked it at every hour.

Jiwon.

She stops outside her door.

Jiwon is not in there. Jiwon went out last night. Yuna knows this, had heard her leaving, had lain in bed and listened to the sound of her going and thought: good. Be somewhere else tonight. Be far from here wear something pretty and be 21 and not a robot. Because Jiwon, who came from a different company and carries the knowledge of a girl who has already been through the machinery once and survived it, watches over all the girls hoping to be wrong about what she sees. She does not want Jiwon to be in there tonight.

The door is silent. She puts her hand flat against it for a moment. The wood cool under her palm.

잘 있어, she thinks. Take care of yourself. And then, because Jiwon would say that was insufficient — take care of her too. You're already doing it. Keep doing it.

She takes her hand away.

Sooah's door. Miyeon's. Chaerin's. Each one she passes, each one she carries with her — each face she knows so completely she can hear it without it speaking. They came here wanting the same thing. They were told they were exceptional. They were told the exceptional were chosen. They are still here, still trying to understand what the choosing cost.

안녕. 안녕. 안녕.

She really hopes Hyeki finds the door. She doesn't know yet that she will, that she already has one foot outside it. She won't know a lot of things.

The kitchen is empty.

The danishes are on the counter under a cloth. She lifts it and the smell reaches her first — butter and cream cheese and the warmth of something made from scratch at midnight by a girl who learned cooking as love before she learned it as a skill. Yuna stands in the kitchen at 5:30 in the morning and lets the smell be what it is.

She takes one.

She eats it standing at the counter in the yellow honesty of the kitchen light and she lets herself be someone who is hungry, who wants something, who takes it. She lets herself have the full taste of it — the cream cheese filling exactly right, the pastry giving exactly as it should, the thing she asked for made exactly as she asked for it because that is how Hyeki says the things she doesn't say. That is how she loves, with her hands, with precision, with the care of someone who has learned that showing up is the vocabulary and everything else is just punctuation.

She thinks about her mother's kitchen. Morning light through the window above the sink. Her father's voice — low, unhurried, the warmth of a man who does not perform happiness but simply has it. She had called them last week. Not to say anything specific. Just to hear them. Her father had asked if she was eating enough, which is what he always asks, which is the answer she always says yes to. The fact that he asks.

That it is the first thing. She sets down the last of the danish. Looks at her hands.

She thinks about him. The boy in the building next door, the one with the deep voice who moved through the world with his capacity for beauty fully intact — who looked at things and genuinely found them beautiful, not as performance but as response, who had looked at her the same way. She had not let herself have it fully. Had kept them at the distance of something she understood she could not afford in this building, under this management, inside this contract, in this life. She wishes she had let herself have it fully. She hopes he finds someone whose life is not this. Someone he can look at without the complications of what looking costs inside the machinery. He is someone happiness tends to find — the way water finds low ground, not because his life has been easy but because something in him insists on it. She believes this. She holds it like something warm. She loved him. She can say that now, at 5:30 in the morning in an empty kitchen. She loved him. It was real. It was one of the real things. She had tried to write him a note. Three times. Could not find the language that was true and also fair to what they were and weren't. In the end she decided he would understand without it. He is someone who understands things he hasn't been told. It is one of the things she loved about him.

Outside, Seoul is the specific grey of early morning. Not dark, not light. The color of a city that has not yet decided. One bird, doing the work of being the first.

She walks.

She is fifteen years old.

She has been fifteen for four months, and before that fourteen, and before that thirteen, and she has been in this building since she was twelve — which means she came here when she was a child and has been a child inside it the entire time, and nobody, not even herself until recently, has fully reckoned with that. The exceptional girl. The chosen one. She had arrived at twelve with a voice and a face and a willingness to work that the industry read as readiness.

She had not been ready. She pretended to know the world but her body was not ready. She does not think anyone told her she had the option. The building is not far. Her feet know the route without her. She is thinking about the kitchen. About Hyeki's face the night before when she'd requested the danishes — that particular lighting of her, quiet and warm, the way she received being asked for something like it was a gift. She is thinking about the bunny beside her face. About the note — 사랑해, she'd written at the top, because she could not start it any other way.

About the boy with the deep voice, who will come home tonight and find the hallway wrong in a way he can't account for. Who will understand without being told, because that is how he is. Who will carry it the way he carries everything beautiful and difficult — fully, quietly, without putting it down.

I'm sorry, Yuna thinks — in English this time. The language of Hyeki's mother's side, the language that arrived secondhand through music and films and Hyeki's clumsy translations of her own feelings, making it the only language that felt wide enough for this.

I'm sorry. Not to the daughter she imagined. Not to the boy.

To the girl with bare feet. The girl she told him to watch over, because she could see, even that early, the specific shape of what this building was building toward, and who it was building toward it with. The way Eunwoo said her name. The fact that Hyeki was thirteen and exceptional and newly arrived and already sleeping facing the door — she was going to need someone watching when Yuna could no longer watch.

She had given the bunny. She had written the note. She had told the boy.

It is not enough. She knows it is not enough. But it is what she has, and she has given all of it, and the rest she has to trust to the girl herself — to those eyes that see everything, to the stubbornness of someone who came from volcanic ground and has not yet fully understood what that means.

잘 살아. Live well.

The light is gathering. The city is deciding.

She feels her before she hears her. Before the footstep, before the breath, before the sound of bare feet on cold pavement.

Hyeki. She was never supposed to be here.

Yuna turns. And Hyeki is there — three paces from the egress door. Thirteen years old, bare feet on cold pavement, the oversized sweatshirt she sleeps in, her hair loose, those eyes wide and completely awake and already, even now, already seeing. Already knowing. The way she always knows before she has been told, the way the knowing lives in her body before it reaches her mind.

Her mouth is forming a word. A name. A sound that is trying to be language and hasn't made it yet.

Yuna looks at her. This girl. This thirteen-year-old girl with bare feet on cold pavement who followed her out of a building in the dark because something in her sleep-body understood that something was wrong and got up anyway. Who made danishes at midnight and covered them carefully with a cloth. Who sleeps facing the door. Who will carry this — all of this, everything Yuna is about to leave her — and will be crushed by it and will not be crushed by it and will find, in some city years from now, some kitchen, some ordinary morning, and will understand what it means to be made from ground that survived its own fire.

She is going to be okay.

Not now. Not for a long time.

But eventually.

미안해, Yuna says. Out loud. Her voice steadier than she expected — the steadiness of something that has already been decided. I'm sorry.

Hyeki takes a step forward.

And Yuna, who is fifteen years old and has been in this machine since she was twelve and came here wanting something real and found it — found it in the kitchen and on the practice room floor and in the warmth of girls who chose each other before the industry could teach them to compete — Yuna looks at this girl one last time.

She takes a step back.

잘 살아, she says.

Live well.

The light comes.

Eunji x BTS

“they are my everything. the last ten years of my life have been filled solely with them and there is no one else I would’ve wanted to spend that time with.”

🧡🤎🧡🤎🧡🤎🧡🤎🧡🤎🧡🤎

Careful! I'm currently changing some things here, because during my continues writing process, things have changed slightly. Don't worry, no big changes will be made.

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Dating Jungkook [25] || Jeon Jungkook

Author → J-aebums

Pairings → Shin Won x Jungkook

Rating → PG-13

Summary → "It's you, and it's always been you."

Word count → 364

Eunji x BTS

“they are my everything. the last ten years of my life have been filled solely with them and there is no one else I would’ve wanted to spend that time with.”

🧡🤎🧡🤎🧡🤎🧡🤎🧡🤎🧡🤎

Careful! I'm currently changing some things here, because during my continues writing process, things have changed slightly. Don't worry, no big changes will be made.

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