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omg??? i don't know what's going on with jungkook but i hope he never stops ! 😭😭
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omg??? i don't know what's going on with jungkook but i hope he never stops ! 😭😭
🌷 Hi everyone! 💜
This is my very first fic, and it’s all thanks to @ttlaugh for giving me this adorable idea. 🥹🫶
I really hope you enjoy it! 💕
English isn’t my first language, and I’m still learning, so I do rely on a translator sometimes. I know it isn’t always perfect, so I apologize if the grammar sounds a little off here and there. 🥺
Thank you so much for reading and I hope you have fun! 🐰💜✨
Lee!jungkook
Ler! Namjoon
“Three Seconds”
The living room was filled with laughter.
It had all started because Hoseok had found an old video from their debut-era practice days and decided to throw it on the TV.
The oversized clothes, the heavy eyeliner, the hairstyles, the expressions they used… none of them could’ve imagined back then just how big they were going to become.
“Look at that face!” Taehyung laughed.
“Wait, wait… rewind a little,” Jungkook said.
Hoseok did, backing the video up a few seconds.
On the screen, Namjoon was stopping rehearsal because no one would quit messing around.
“Again.”
Jungkook grinned and motioned for Hoseok to pause it.
“He still does the exact same thing.”
“What does he do?” Jimin asked.
“This.”
Jungkook got up from the couch and stood in front of everyone with his back to the door. He took a deep breath like he was about to give a serious speech, cleared his throat, and started pacing back and forth.
“Guys, enough. Guys, we need to rehearse… It’s not bad, but we can do better, guys.”
He paused at the exact same moment Namjoon had in the video.
“Jungkook, stop messing around.”
He finished the impression, and everyone burst into laughter.
That only encouraged the youngest to keep going.
“Let’s start over.”
It wasn’t just the voice—it was the tone, the little expressions, the way he walked. It was so ridiculously accurate that everyone was losing it.
“All I’m missing is the hair…”
Using both hands, Jungkook pushed his hair back the same way Namjoon used to wear it.
Then…
Silence
“What?” Jungkook frowned. “It’s not accurate?”
“Kookie…” Taehyung spoke carefully.
“But why? It’s funny.”
“Koo,” Jimin said again. “…Turn around.”
“Why?”
“My hair wasn’t that tall.”
A chill ran down Jungkook’s spine.
He slowly turned around with his eyes squeezed shut before opening them and offering the most innocent smile he could manage.
“Hyung…”
“Go on.”
Namjoon was leaning against the doorway with his arms crossed, wearing the calmest smile imaginable—which somehow only made Jungkook more nervous.
“…No thanks.”
“You sure? It was pretty funny.”
Jungkook laughed awkwardly.
“We were just having fun, hyung.”
“I noticed.”
Namjoon held up three fingers.
“I’ll give you three seconds to run, bunny.”
“…No… hyung…”
“One…”
Jungkook instinctively took a step back.
“Hyung, I’m not a kid anymore…”
“Two…”
His eyes went even wider.
“And—”
Jungkook bolted before Namjoon could even finish counting.
“Three!”
He was already laughing from anticipation as he sprinted down the hallway.
Unlike him, Namjoon followed at a leisurely pace, completely confident.
Jungkook ran to the only person he was sure would protect him.
Jin.
He burst into Jin’s room and slammed the door behind him.
His oldest hyung looked up from the laundry he was folding.
“What’d you do this time?”
“Shhh!”
Without waiting for a reply, Jungkook dove under the bed and curled up out of sight.
A few seconds later, Namjoon walked in.
“Have you seen Koo?”
“I don’t think so,” Jin answered.
Jungkook smiled to himself.
He’d actually gotten away with it.
…Or so he thought.
Without saying a word, Jin casually pointed underneath the bed.
Namjoon nodded in thanks, quietly shut the door as if he’d left…
Then suddenly grabbed Jungkook by the ankles and slid him right out from under the bed.
“Got you, bunny.”
“Jin!”
Jungkook gasped in betrayal.
“Thanks,” Namjoon said.
“No problem,” Jin replied.
“What do you mean, ‘no problem’?!”
Jin chuckled.
“I don’t like lying.”
“You don’t like protecting me either!”
“That too.”
Jungkook immediately tried to scramble away, refusing to accept his fate, but Namjoon caught him with ease and sat him down on the bed.
“Found you.”
“…It was a good impression, Nam!”
“It was,” Namjoon admitted.
“Then you shouldn’t punish me.”
“This isn’t punishment.”
“…Really?”
Hope lit up Jungkook’s face.
“No.”
“Jin!”
Without even looking up from the laundry, Jin answered calmly,
“Good luck.”
The next second, Namjoon lunged forward, making Jungkook burst into uncontrollable laughter that instantly filled the room.
“HYUNG! Hahahahaha, nohoho!”
“You always get away with everything. Not today.”
“HY-HY-HYUNG!”
Jungkook whined between laughs.
“Plehehease!”
Namjoon only smiled, continuing to tease him while ignoring his dramatic pleas.
“How many times do we have to do this before you start behaving?”
“N-Nohoho…”
“Tell me, Jungkook. How many?”
Jungkook’s face had turned bright red. He kicked his legs and squirmed all over the bed, laughing so hard he could barely breathe.
“You know…” Namjoon teased. “I’m starting to think you actually enjoy this. You keep finding ways to get my attention.”
Without warning, he switched to his ribs one by one.
The reaction was immediate.
His laughter doubled.
“N-Nohoho! That’s not truhuhue, hyung! Hahahaha!”
“Oh? Then maybe you just like being a brat.”
There was one spot that always completely melted Jungkook.
Right in the middle of his tummy.
Namjoon knew exactly where it was.
Whenever he needed the youngest to stop fooling around, that was always his target.
With one hand, he gently held both of Jungkook’s wrists above his head. Using just two fingers, he lightly teased that spot.
That was enough.
“HYHUHNG! PLEHEHEASE!”
“I can’t understand you, bunny. Use your words.”
“STOHOHOP! NOHOHOT THEHEHERE!”
“Not there? Then maybe here?”
Keeping Jungkook’s hands pinned above his head, Namjoon quickly switched to one of his underarms.
“NOHOHOHOHO!”
“Apologize, then.”
“I’M SOHOHORRY! SOHOHORRYY!”
The apology came out immediately.
Satisfied, Namjoon finally stopped and let him go.
Jungkook instantly curled into a little ball, still giggling under his breath while trying to catch his breath.
“So… are you gonna stop making fun of me?”
“…No.”
Jungkook muttered once he could finally breathe again.
He sat up with flushed cheeks and hopelessly messy hair.
“I still haven’t done your driving impression.”
“One…”
…And it all started over again.
I was having a really bad day, so I wrote something to make me feel better, it’s very specific, but I wrote it thinking about myself so…
Café Latte
Lee: Y/N
Ler: Min Yoongi, Kim Taehyung
You’re in a really bad creative block, and Yoongi and Taehyung can’t see you like that
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Ships: none
Warnings: This is a tickle fic, if you don’t like it, just scroll down
This fanfic is originally in Portuguese, my English is translated using an automatic translator, if there are any big errors you can tell me so I can fix them
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You bit down hard on the end of your pencil. At that moment, your mind felt completely empty. No ideas came to you, no hope, not even a single thought. Well… actually, plenty of thoughts came to you, but none worth writing down. I don’t want to put the horrible things you were thinking about yourself here.
The paper on the desk in front of you remained blank, except for the parts where you had tried to erase something but hadn’t managed to completely, leaving gray graphite smudges behind that matched your feelings—completely gray.
Your job was just this. You were a visual artist and were preparing to produce a comic book! It was your dream! You would be working alongside a writer you admired and had already been hired, so all you had to do was start working!
If only it were that easy. You couldn’t control when creative blocks would hit, and the one you were having right now was absolutely destroying your mental state.
You banged your head against the desk, biting the pencil again. The page remained blank, now only decorated with a few small stains caused by your tears.
On the other side of your bedroom door, Taehyung pressed his ear against it while Yoongi leaned against the wall beside him.
“No music… she wouldn’t stay without listening to music,” the younger one sighed, crouching down, a weight in his heart just imagining what might be happening to you.
“She must be going through something,” Suga gently stroked his friend’s hair to keep him from getting too nervous. “Let’s go in, it’s okay, we’ll figure this out.”
Three soft knocks sounded on the door, and without you saying anything, it opened, revealing a worried Taehyung and Yoongi.
“Y/N/N, are you— ah—” Suga began, but his expression darkened even more when he saw the amount of tears escaping your eyes. Your chest rose and fell rapidly, your mouth was slightly open, and your eyes were wide as if you were frightened. You were having an anxiety attack.
“Hey!” V hurried to your chair and gently picked you up. You were shorter than him, and he lifted you, forcing you to wrap your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist. You hugged him tightly, your crying now muffled against his shoulder.
Taehyung exchanged an extremely worried glance with Yoongi, who frowned and gently rubbed your back.
“Shhh, shhh, it’s okay now, we’re here.”
V sat down on the bed, still holding you in his lap, and Suga sat in front of both of you, taking your hand and gently stroking it, knowing it would help calm you.
“I-I c-can’t!” You buried your red face even deeper into the singer, who lovingly stroked your hair.
“What can’t you do, Y/N?” Taehyung asked.
“I-I c-c-can’t draw— w-what I— w-what—” Your hands shook, your tongue felt numb, and you forgot how to speak.
“Shhh, shhh, no— you don’t have to force it like that.” Yoongi stopped you when you started stuttering too much. He looked at Tae, silently asking for help, for an idea…
“What if we sing a song for you? How about that?” V moved a strand of hair that had fallen onto your forehead. “We know your favorite song of ours, don’t we?”
“Coffee, huh?” Suga smiled slightly. “It’s nice to remember that one… how did it go again, Tae?”
The singer smiled and started singing:
(Translation) “Baby, baby, you are caramel macchiato
Still, your scent is sweet on my lips
Baby, baby, tonight
Baby, baby, you are warmer than café latte
Do you remember that cozy feeling?
Baby, baby, tonight”
Taehyung sang the chorus with his angelic voice, filling your ears and seeming to soothe your soul.
“And now… Yoongi-hyung!”
You couldn’t help letting out a small giggle at V’s enthusiasm and Suga’s slight embarrassment.
“Baby, tonight, sleep well tonight
Just the awkward flow between us
The first text and first call that flowed
The first meeting we anticipated, but why am I only
Biting my nails
Was it because of tension or nervousness
As time passed, naturally we signed
Not lovers, not lovers, with those words every day
We confirmed each other and engraved it in our hearts
Our first meeting was like caramel macchiato
Sweet wherever we went together
The desire to go anywhere together also faded over time
Like espresso, I had to let go
Uh, it hurts for no reason, uh, we were really good
Parting is a bitter Americano
Memories still go to that café”
Yoongi performed his rap slowly, gently, just the way you liked it, filling your ears and calming you even more.
“And what about you now, Y/N/N? Sing for us.” V smiled, gently squeezing your nose when you uncovered your face and looked at him.
“B-Baby, b-baby, you are c-c-caramel macchiato
S-Still, your scent is s-sweet on my lips
Baby, b-baby, t-tonight
B-Baby, baby, you are warmer than café latte
Do you remember that cozy feeling?
Baby, baby, tonight”
You smiled slightly, the notes leaving your mouth carrying away your bad feelings, all flying far away—exactly what the two men wanted them to do, go far away from you.
“Very good, your voice is beautiful, Y/N/N,” Suga said, placing a light kiss on your hand. “How do you feel?”
“Calmer.”
You were still crying a little, but a small smile had taken the place of your frown.
“That’s good~” V smiled. “Do you want to tell us what happened?”
You sighed, feeling the urge to start crying uncontrollably again just from thinking about your creative block, but you tried to focus on Tae’s hand stroking your hair and Yoongi’s light kisses on your hand.
“I’m having a horrible creative block,” you explained. “I can’t draw at all. Nothing.”
“Ah, that’s really awful, I know how that feels…” Suga sighed.
“You do?” you and V, who wasn’t artistic enough to get creative blocks, asked, somewhat surprised.
“Yeah, it happens to me when I have a really tight deadline to deliver a song. It’s like all the ideas disappear from my head and I become completely empty…”
Yoongi scratched the back of his neck slightly. It was a bad feeling for him too, and remembering it didn’t make him very comfortable.
“So am I like this because of the deadline?” you asked, squeezing the older man’s hand back to comfort him too, feeling bad about his discomfort.
“When do you have to turn it in?” Taehyung asked.
“In October.”
“In October?!” both men exclaimed at the same time. It was still April…
“Are you crazy, Y/N? The deadline is six months away and you’re like this?” V exclaimed, poking your stomach to scold you while you started laughing like a child at his exaggerated reactions. “You. Do. Not. Need. To. Be. Nervous!” He emphasized each word with a poke.
“It’s nohohohot my fahahault!”
“You’re worrying too much again, huh?” Yoongi smiled. “I think she deserves a punishment, don’t you, Tae?” He wiggled his fingers, slowly bringing them closer to his victim—namely, you.
“I completely agree~”
“N-Nohohohohoho!”
The younger man threw you onto the bed. He didn’t pin your arms down or sit on top of you. The two of them knew perfectly well that you would love this and wouldn’t try to escape anytime soon.
“Oh~ Y/N/N, you’re already laughing?” V laughed. You tried to cover your mouth, but your giggles kept slipping through your fingers.
“Plehehehease!”
“I think she really wants this~” the hyung teased, using one of his hands to finally squeeze your left side while the other gently stroked your ear.
Taehyung, who was sitting opposite the rapper, used one hand to scribble across your stomach while the other went straight for your lower ribs, squeezing quickly.
“Nahahahahahahao! Ahahahahaha! Ihihihihi’m feheheheeling behehehettheheheher!!”
“Hmmm, do you think so, hyung?”
“Definitely not. Look how she’s still crying.”
Suga was referring to the little tears caused by your laughter, and once again you found yourself with no way out.
“Then I think that to stop crying… she needs to laugh more!” V, without warning or asking permission, raised both hands and dug them into your ribs on both sides of your body.
You let out a scream that surely woke up all the neighbors, but it wasn’t your fault! It was Yoongi’s, because he started squeezing the insides of your thighs too! Your two weakest spots!
“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! PLEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHASEHE!”
“Does it tickle, Y/N/N? Oh~ what a shame. I guess you’ll have to endure it a little longer, huh?~”
“I think she infected me with all her sadness, Tae! I’ll have to blow my nose…” Suga slowly lifted your shirt.
“NAHAHAHAO! YOHOHOHONGIHI-HYHUHUHUNG- AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
The older man blew the biggest raspberry he could on your stomach, but that didn’t stop him from squeezing your thighs, because he didn’t stop!
“I want to blow my nose somewhere too, hm… what do you think about your neck, Y/N?” V grinned mischievously, burying his head between your shoulder and neck so you couldn’t protect yourself and covering you with kisses and raspberries, the kind that always made you laugh the hardest.
His hands obviously didn’t stop either, his fingers poking every space between your upper ribs before darting down to the lower ones, repeating the cycle endlessly.
“AHAHAHHAHAHAHA! PLEHEHEHEHAHAHAHASE! TAHAHAHAHEHEHEHEHYHUHUHUNG!”
“You’re so cute~ I could listen to you laugh all day, couldn’t you, Yoongi-hyung?”
“Definitely, Taehyung.” The older man smiled. He was happy to see you laughing like this and proud that the two of them had managed to make you feel better. “She’s had enough.”
The four hands and two mouths that had been making you laugh stopped, leaving behind only the pleasant tingling sensation that always lingered afterward.
Taehyung pulled you back into his lap, and Yoongi sat back down in front of the two of you, in the same position as when everything had started.
“Are you okay?” the singer asked.
“Yes,” you said, letting out a relieved sigh.
“That’s great. Don’t be so hard on yourself, Y/N/N. You’re human. There are many things you still won’t be able to do, but I’m sure you’ll overcome this, and we’ll be here with you.” Suga smiled, brushing a messy strand of hair away from your face.
“Thank you so much, hyungs.”
“You’re so cute!” V squeezed you in his arms, making both you and Yoongi laugh again.
As long as you were with them, you felt like you could do anything.
“How about we get something to drink?” the older one suggested. “What do you want, Y/N?”
“Well… all that singing made me want a latte…”
“Let’s go to a café!” The younger man stood up, pulling you by the arm while you laughed without any sign of stopping.
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Rematch
Summary: a competitive game night with Jungkook. That’s it. That’s the fic.
AN: this is a very short fic lol.
pairings : Jungkook x fem reader
genre: TK🤗
i know there isn’t a tickle moment but the way they were doing finger guns and getting closer to hobi was a bit flustering to me and his giggles while simultaneously moving away from them made me think about sharing this 🫢
Three to one (Pt. 2)
Ler - Jimin, Hoseok Lee - Taehyung, Jungkook, Jimin
Soon, Jungkook and Taehyung woke up, their eyes blinded by the glimmer of a technological space, as if straight out of a modern advertisement. This sanctuary belonged to Jimin, his secret place.
WE ARE BULLETPROOF PT.2 - BTS
- Guys!
Jimin appeared like a shadow, dressed in a formal black suit, tie, and patent leather shoes, his face concealing a storm of emotions. The V-Gooks, bound by invisible bonds of fear, thrashed about in confusion. They tugged at their wrists, trying to break free, but to no avail.
- I'm so glad you're awake… We're going to have so much fun
Jimin released them from their gags, allowing them to speak but denying them any hope of freedom.
- Jimin, what's the point of all this? - Jungkook's voice was filled with despair.
- I found you, and now I demand a reward - Jimin hissed, his eyes burning with a maddened fire.
- What? - Taehyung whispered, sensing something bad.
- You'll see…
A slight blush of embarrassment scorched the boys' faces. Their subconscious conjured up images that made their blood run cold. And suddenly… tentacles emerged from the darkness, black, wet, writhing like snakes. A squeal of terror erupted from their throats. Jimin, enjoying their fear, watched this chaos until one of the tentacles touched him, as if ready to listen to instructions.
- You… Call six more and take care of Jungkook. And you… Bring five to Taehyung
Receiving the order, the monsters nodded. The first leader gave the signal, and the tentacles slithered toward their victims. The first two slid toward Jungkook's armpits, the third and fourth to his feet, the fifth and sixth to his stomach, and the main one to the maknae's tender neck.
- No! I'm terrified of being ticklish! Don't you dare! I'll get revenge on you, I swear!
"Sorry, Kookie… But you're in no position to threaten me right now," Jimin replied indifferently, snapping his fingers, signaling the beginning of the torture.
Jungkook burst into uncontrollable laughter, his body convulsing in agony. He squirmed, trying to escape the ticklish monsters' clutches. The slime covering their bodies felt like he was being tickled with baby oil.
Meanwhile, Jimin approached Taehyung, leading a retinue of five terrifying tentacles.
- Stop! Don't, please! We're best frien—HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! STOHOHOHOHOHOP!!! NOHOHOHOHO! WAHAHAHAHAHAIT!!!
But the tickling paralyzed Taehyung, preventing him from finishing his sentence. He choked on his own laughter, evoked by the tentacles' touch to his sensitive ribs.
- Sorry, my best friend… But you'll have to accept your ticklish punishment - Jimin whispered, relishing his power over his friend.
However, at that moment, Jimin was unaware of the sword of Damocles looming over his tentacles in the form of Hoseok, who had emerged from the shadows.
- Well, hello, Jimin…
- Ah! Jung Hoseok! Where are you from? How did you know about this hiding place?! - Jimin's voice was thick with anger and confusion.
- Ah, this is your hiding place? Impressive… Riko! Over here!
Hoseok, with a satisfied grin, whistled to his third leader and stroked his slippery head.
- You know, you're not the only one who has these…
Suddenly, Jimin felt dexterous tentacles pinning his legs. He collapsed to the floor. A moment later, his arms were bound and stretched out, as if on a rack. Horror filled his eyes.
- No, hyung! You wouldn't dare!
- Of course I would!
Hoseok, a devilish glint in his eyes, pointed a tentacle at Jimin's neck.
- Hee hee hee hee hee hee! No nahahahahahahahahaha! Hohohohohobi! - Jimin squealed, choking on his own laughter.
- Sorry, you're too cute for me to stop. I want to play
And in the background, through a haze of fear and laughter, the screams of Jungkook and Taehyung could be heard as they were being mercilessly tickled in their most vulnerable spots—the soles of their feet and between their toes. The tentacles, penetrating the most intimate corners, gave them an unbearable ticklish pleasure.
Hysterical, maddening laughter echoed throughout the room:
- GAHAHHA HOHOHOHOHOSOK!!! SAVE ME!!!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
A desperate, pleading cry for help cut through the air:
- YEAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! AHAHAHAND MEHEHEHEHEHE!!
- Okay, that's enough, let's torture Jimin
- No! - Jimin breathed out in horror.
- Yes! - they answered him categorically.
Hoseok, with a devilish grin, signaled to his slimy friends. Obeying his will, they quickly crawled toward Jimin, ripping off his clothes and shoes, leaving him defenseless in only his shorts. Cold, slimy tentacles crawled over his body, tickling and caressing the most sensitive spots: the hollows of his knees, his feet, his fingertips, his upper ribs. Jimin choked with uncontrollable, hysterical laughter.
- AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAPHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHA!! NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!! - he cried through his tears.
- What did you think, Jiminie? Tickle-tickle, you little rascal - Hoseok drawled mockingly.
Park's face flushed every shade of scarlet. The maknaes, choking with laughter, tried to compose themselves.
- Cough-cough, oh my god… cough… Hoseok, how? - one of them croaked.
- He just introduced me to them early on in our careers - Hoseok shrugged.
- HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHALP!! - Jimin continued to plead, drowning in an ocean of tickling.
- …and it looks like he regrets it now - Taehyung muttered sympathetically.
Suddenly, one thin, almost invisible tentacle accidentally penetrated Jimin's navel.
Ultrasonic screech
- GAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Jimin screeched, losing the last of his composure.
- Just one more minute, and I'll let you go - Hoseok promised, trying to hold back his laughter.
- THAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHANKS!!! - Jimin breathed out, shaking with a mixture of horror and relief.
The minute of torment seemed endless. When the tentacles finally retreated, Jimin collapsed to the floor, exhausted and completely worn out. His small, fragile body refused to support him.
- Jimin, can you hear us? - he heard a worried voice.
- Hyung, wake up! - the voices begged.
They began gently shaking his shoulders. A moment later, Jimin came to, coughing convulsively.
- Hyung!!!
The two younger ones, full of love and concern, immediately rushed to him, enveloping him in a tight embrace. Jimin felt their hearts pounding wildly, filled with genuine affection.
- We love you, Jiminie! We're sorry we made you suffer - they whispered, clinging to him.
- It's okay… This isn't the first time I've shown you my tentacles - Jimin smiled weakly, trying to hide his trembling.
- By the way, about the tentacles… If I tickle them, will they tickle you? - one of the maknaes asked, a sly glint in his eyes.
- Damn, guys, my kimchi's burning! I think I should go… - Jimin tried to slip away, but didn't have time.
- AHAHA! - a scream escaped his lips.
The tentacles wrapped around him from all sides, tickling him to the point of exhaustion. Jimin, exhausted, collapsed to the floor, choking with laughter. His friends continued to tickle his tentacles, which wriggled helplessly, trying to escape these painful, yet so pleasurable, touches. They partied until late into the night, until, exhausted, they rose to the surface to rest and enjoy the long-awaited peace.
[INFO] GRAND RETURN - #BTS RELEASE COMEBACK LIVE TRAILER: ‘SEVEN TOGETHER, WE CAN DO ANYTHING
As BTS prepares for a massive comeback album and tour, the group revealed the the first trailer of Netflix’s upcoming livestream event in celebration of their return.
Netflix is also scheduled to premiere BTS: The Return, a documentary directed by Bao Nguyen exploring the making of the band’s new album that will drop on March 27 on the streaming platform. BTS will mark their comeback with a world tour, kicking off in Goyang, South Korea, on April 9, and arriving in Tampa, Florida, in late April before concluding the U.S. leg of their trek in September in California.
As BTS prepares for a comeback album and tour, the group revealed the trailer of Netflix’s upcoming live performance celebrating their retur
Who is the most ticklish member of BTS?
Jin
Suga
J-Hope
RM
Jimin
V
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