#bvsans

[sanario]

FAKE DATING PLOT IDEA: you asked me to be your girlfriend so you could write about me in the dating section of the papers your psychologist gave you, because you just really wanted to let her know that you're gay. 

[sgeniuslab]

━ 104bpm.

it goes something like this: 

on a free day, yoongi asks jimin if he wants to help him -- a very cryptic question, paired with a somewhat meaningful look. it doesn’t explain anything, yoongi a man of a very few words as usual, but jimin nods and follows anyway, like a pup on an invisible leash made of curiosity and sense of feeling special -- because there are some things that min yoongi is known for never doing, and asking for help is one of them. when jimin realizes, much too late, that they’re going in the direction of yoongi’s small but cozy recording studio, jimin’s march gets only briskier and faster, short but nimble legs nearly skipping some steps along the way. (yoongi acts like he doesn’t notice it, but he does. he always notices jimin.)

*

“no, no,” he says and it has an instant impact on jimin: yoongi says no -- and jimin feels like he has failed him, as irrationally as it sounds. “do it again, but higher at the end. i know you can go higher, you have done it so well so many times in the past,” yoongi adds -- and the terrible feeling that jimin experienced just a moment before disappears, morphing into that of a burning determination. because if yoongi believes he can do something, who is he to give up? so he sings again, the same three short bars, and even though it takes three, four, five (and six, and seven, and eight) more tries, leaving his throat dry and uncomfortable, too uncomfortable for what’s supposed to be his free day, yoongi finally -- finally -- nods enthusiastically, showing him a thumb up and tapping the ‘save’ button instead of the ‘delete’ one.

in that moment, even though the reason behind it is different, they’re both experiencing the same kind of satisfaction -- and while they’ve gone through different paths to reach it, they eventually meet at the end of it: through a shared smile, all gums and satisfaction on yoongi’s side, all crescent-shaped eyes and pride on jimin’s. it’s just a single line, something yet to be mixed and morphed, something that may be used -- tomorrow or in the very very distant future -- or may not, but it feels like so much more than just that to both of them. it’s trust, and faith, and accomplishment, and gratification, and fulfillment -- and neither of them says it, but both of them know it.

*

a bit later, they’re huddled close -- because yoongi’s studio may be his most beloved place in the entire world and have everything and more than he has ever imagined having, but it’s still tiny and cramped and a bit stuffy if too many people sit in it for too long -- leaning over the relatively small piece of mixing equipment, all buttons and knobs and switches, lighting up in various places at every touch. while it’s a bit of a mystery for jimin, it looks like yoongi has been literally born with the 16-pad maschine in his hands, working around it smoothly, quickly and efficiently. so while the latter makes the magic happen, like a wizard right in his element, the former is just watching curiously, and asking lots of questions (which, surprisingly, yoongi patiently answers), and giving opinions on everything: on every next produced sound, on his own modified voice fitting in between the beats, on small snippets of music-to-be resounding between their heads. to his every word, yoongi nods or hums or discusses, and makes use of every piece of the second opinion that is given, never disregarding jimin just because of his lacks of practical experience and theoretical knowledge.

(he does laugh at jimin though, when he slaps yoongi’s wrist gently but urgently and says something along the lines of: “hey, hyung, add some of that ‘wheeee’ between the low ‘dun-dun’ and the long ‘whoosh’,” trying to imitate the sounds with his own funny voice, because jimin just simply doesn’t operate on the terms of beats and trebles and crossfadings and glides. even though the younger makes a dissatisfied face when yoongi sounds a little mocking and a whole lot amused, they both know it isn’t really unkind; and in the end, yoongi adds the ‘wheeee’, which ends up making a nice transition of the ‘dun-dun’ into ‘whoosh’, the final result receiving an appreciative nod of the older.)

jimin may be barely touching the device but, jokes and anxiety aside, he doesn’t feel ignored or discredited in a way. he feels -- him, park jimin, not just his sampled voice -- like a part of the process too.

and yoongi -- yoongi may not necessarily need jimin to make these samples, but right now he does things with music he would probably never do otherwise, inspired by the younger’s input, and it feels nice. refreshing. eye-opening, in a sense. 

when he looks at jimin, it’s with appreciation and -- gratefulness.

*

and much later, in the middle of the night, no less -- when jimin has long since passed out on the couch that is nice when you sit on it, but not so much when you try to spend your night with it as your makeshift bed -- there’s a quiet melody playing in the background. a short one, maybe forty-five seconds in total, made of beats, and ambient sounds, and pieces of raps and vocals with awkward instrumental spaces in between, clearly suggesting its unfinished state. it replays again and again and again, looped indefinitely, and for the longest time jimin thinks it’s a part of some very weird dream, until it finally pulls him up to the surface of his consciousness.

yoongi sits in his chair, the back of it bent in a way that looks like he’s about to topple over and fall down, and he seems very small in it, swimming in the oversized black hoodie, with arms crossed over his chest and eyes half-closed. if jimin didn’t know any better, he’d think he’s asleep too -- but he’s not, jimin knows; he’s listening very carefully to every sound of every layer of the future song’s fragment he (they, jimin thinks, me and hyung) has been creating for the past -- how many hours? many of them, by any normal person’s standards, but probably not enough, by yoongi’s ones.

jimin listens, more and more attentively with every next waking moment (but still never as attentively as yoongi, because he’ll never be able to hear as many details in music as yoongi does -- and it’s okay, he thinks, i don’t need to if yoongi hyung does), moving in circles around the small studio and trying the melody out from many different angles, as if that really mattered. “it sounds great,” he says finally, barely a step behind yoongi’s back, and they’re very easy words for him to say. simple. open. jimin has never been extremely eloquent with his word-choice, preferring to be easily understood rather than marvelled at for his specific vocabulary, and sometimes it made him sound a bit silly -- but usually people appreciated it.

“does it?” yoongi asks then, a question that he doesn’t actually expect an answer to. it’s a default thing for him to say, a query that always looms at the tip of his tongue when he’s making music -- because for him, it’s never quite good enough, it always can be better, there are always things to improve--even if he can’t see them.

one part of jimin’s mind is aware of it, but the moment still makes him feel a bit uneasy. is yoongi not satisfied? has jimin proved himself to not be as helpful as the other needed him to be? would it have been better if he declined the request, suggested that namjoon hyung or even jungkook would be more suited for it?

for a moment, it feels like that’s going to be it, a long night ended with an unanswearable question mark and a whole lot of anxiety. but then yoongi turns in his chair a bit, and tilts his head up to look at jimin, standing right there and dazedly watching the graphical display of the melody--still playing over and over--move exactly one hundred and four beats-per-minute on the screen. and, “you did well, jimin,” he says, with an almost serene smile on his face. 

and when the words reach his ears, jimin believes it.

@bvsans

[manoliz]

KR:DAILY / Playlist Shuffle.

PROMPT WEEK: 07/02 - 07/08! COMPLETION POINTS: 2159. SONG: Hymnals by Grizfolk.  WITH: @bvsans.

              high and dry from the spark, tumbling happily through the dark streets of the usually busy seoul -- there’s a hint of freedom lingering in the air, a piece of special happiness that can’t be achieved by simple means. the breeze is cold, lisa’s skin forming goosebumps as she seemingly keeps tripping over AIR; nothing in her way except her own feet. while unusual and highly discouraged the younger idol had still decided it was about time her and her sunbaenim would meet up in less formal means; a drink here, another there and lightweight lisa had found her limit for the night. everything appears to be a bit more colorful, a bit brighter and funnier -- even if it’s just her intoxicated mind making up things. 

     so as she stumbles around only getting forward little by little her hand suddenly reaches out to get a hold of jimin’s. cold slender fingers wrapped around his warm hand to support her with walking -- she didn’t want to come back bruise, after all -- bruises would arise questions from fans and those who simply watch all too closely -- they chase us down, comes as thought. they watch all too closely what an idol is doing at all times to catch every misstep immediately. misstep. m i s s t e p. the word echoes in her head a few times until the realization of her actions set in. lalisa manoban is holding park jimin’s hand. as if touching pure fire and getting burnt by its flame she let’s go of his hand, muttered apologies following: ❛ oh. i’m so so sorry, i shouldn’t have done that, please excuse that, oh my god -- i’m so sorry, if anyone has seen this i’ll take full responsibility. ❜ a bit slurred are her words, but still genuine nonetheless.

[sgeniuslab]

( KKT: 윤끼 형 ) this old genius hyung that's grown another year... ( KKT ) please don't kill me. ㅠㅠ ( KKT ) really, though... happy birthday, hyung. ( KKT ) we aren't too far, but i have to know—i was the first to tell you, right? it's really important. ( KKT ) i'm going to come by later, so wait for me. i mean, if you aren't dragged home by then.

💬 ( KKT: 지민이 ) ━and here i thought you’re supposed to be nice to people celebrating their birthdays... rude, park jimin. very rude.💬 ( KKT ) ━maybe you are first. maybe not... what if not? what then?💬 ( KKT ) ━i don’t plan to get dragged away. everybody is already being noisy. i’ll try to enjoy my silence in here.

[pijichu]

things you said too quietly.

from this

00:00.00

“just a couple minutes till sunset.”

bare feet sink into the grass, the blades tickling her ankles.  the recorder dangles from one hand, swinging with each step until she settles down and brings it up to her mouth again. “’s not that windy today. i bought some 떡볶이 on the way home- i’ll finish it later, though. mm…it’s quiet.  quieter, i mean.”

from here she can see the city across the river, with its buildings and bleary pink and yellow lights.  there’s something comforting about it, a brief lull from the hustle and bustle she’s grown accustomed to.  the cup lays by her side, quickly forgotten.  

it’s only after a few minutes when she notices a figure not too far from her.  they’ve found a spot like hers, one out of sight from the bikers further up from here.  “i’m not alone today.” silence reigns briefly when she rediscovers the sun. it melts into the horizon, dipping the water in a soft glow. they’re still there too, a splotch of black against pale blue waters.  she wriggles her feet then rises, tugging her hood over her head and venturing lower.

“golden hour’s the prettiest from here.” she can’t tell if the stranger can hear her, but it hardly matters. by the time they turn around she’s already slipped away, homeward bound.

(the recorder won’t pick it up, but she’ll remember them regardless.)

[kkoobuk]

받는 사람: @bvsans​   ❛ wait, do you hear that? ❜

“and— wait, do you hear that?”

the words catch jimin off guard, and rightfully so — hansol had been in the middle of a story as they ate, an accompanying piece to some advice he’d given. (very graciously, too, jimin thinks. he’s surprised that they’re able to speak so freely with each other like this. surprised, but grateful, because there’s nothing like good food and good conversation. moving on.)

now, it can’t be a break-in. security is tight, he remembers their ceo saying, no one will bother you. but the niggling thought won’t leave his mind, keeps his body tight as a bowstring. so he listens, just in case.

a beat. jimin doesn’t breathe.

there’s nothing.

he sighs, almost relieved, glances over at hansol. doubt now colours his tone, against his better judgement. “are you sure you heard something, hyung?”

except, there is something, because no sooner had he spoken does he hear it: the sound of… nails, maybe, on wood. faint, but definitely there. and it’s almost comical, really, the slow way jimin’s expression contorts. he’s calm at first. a little spooked, but calm, thick brows furrowed as he listens harder, food long forgotten. but then the scratching grows louder, gets a bit more desperate, and maybe his eyes widen a little too much. he lowers his chopsticks from his slack mouth — which happens to be slicked in the silky red of 김치국물, spills right outside of the lines onto bare, tan skin. but it’s not the main matter of concern. after all, it’s their well-being on the line, or something.

( perhaps, internally, he’s being a bit dramatic, but you never know. it’s better safe than sorry. )

“the others are gone, there’s no one here.” he makes to stand, all the while thinking it’s unbelievable that he’s nervous in his own home. ( but it’s new. he has an excuse. ) “we should go check. right?”

“i’m one hundred percent sure. “ 

he wasn’t imagining things, that’s something he really sure about. the warning of hearing something came a little late from hansol, he had been hearing things since the beginning of their time together. things that he had tried his hardest to ignore in order to stay focused on just them. after all, moments like these came pretty rare for the two men, both their schedules being filled up - jimin’s being worse than hansol’s. there was no way he would ruin this, but alas he had. the noises couldn’t be ignored anymore, not when it seemed to get louder and creepier. a part of him wondered if his dear friend would even hear or believe him - maybe it was exhaustion from hansol’s part but t didn’t hurt to say anything. yet, he was more than relieved when his friend had managed to hear it too - it only meant that he wasn’t going crazy. 

the sound started to pick up and become a little louder. it became impossible to really focus on anything else, his utensils remained laid out on the table they were sitting at - the huge appetite he had prior to arriving gone, almost instantly turning to look away from where he imagined the louder banging noise could’ve came from. silence. he heard that too, right? his head turning to look at his friend who sat on the opposite side of him, eyes wide. it wasn’t easy to scare hansol, surprise - maybe, but scare, not so much.  his eyes watched over his friend for a minute, he couldn’t help but wonder if he was the one pulling a prank on hansol - after all - they were at his place. perhaps it was a way to get back at him for something - truthfully everything and anything was possible right now. lips piercing for a moment, he turned to look away, shaking his head at his next words. 

“are you crazy?” hansol asked with a puzzled expression taking over his features - was his friend crazy? he had to be, why go and search for whatever was causing the noise? wouldn’t it had been logical to call someone - yet, maybe hansol was just as crazy when the next words came out out. 

“let’s do it. ” standing himself up, he extended his hand out to grab the spoon off the table. what damage could he inflict with a spoon? who knew, but it had to do for now. “if i die, i’m blaming you.” 

[amoralie]

💜💙💚💛

⋆ * . 🍓 SEND ME A HEART TO LEARN SOMETHING ABOUT MY MUSE !!                                           – @bvsans ; accepting !!

💜: HOW LONG MIGHT IT TAKE FOR MY MUSE TO SAY ‘ I LOVE YOU ’ FOR THE FIRST TIME ?? 

i’m honestly not quite sure about this, i don’t think it would take amalie too long to say it for the first time. by now she has become a lot less shy, & a lot more mature, so she wouldn’t feel too nervous being the first to say it anymore. it has been a different story a few years ago, even if she knew another person felt the same, she would’ve never said those words. of course, she wouldn’t randomly blurt it out at someone who isn’t even aware she feels romantically attracted to them today, either ; for her to feel confident enough to do so they’d have to be dating, if they are it may only be a matter of a week or two, at most two months. that mindset stems from the fact that she believes it should be pretty obvious she does – & the other does too, considering they are dating. 

💙: HOW WOULD MY MUSE HANDLE SEEING THEIR OBJECT OF AFFECTION FALLING IN LOVE WITH SOMEONE ELSE ?? 

ANSWERED HERE !! 

💚: HOW DOES MY MUSE FEEL ABOUT LOVE ??  ABOUT FALLING IN LOVE ??  ABOUT BEING IN LOVE ?? 

ANSWERED HERE !! 

💛: DOES MY MUSE BELIEVE IN LOVE-AT-FIRST-SIGHT ??  IN  S O U L M A T E S ??  IN FATE ?? 

yes & no. she doesn’t believe you can be IN LOVE at first sight, but she does believe you can crush on someone. since crushes often happen simply due to the looks of a person, to be in love you’d have to know them, their personality, their quirks & weird habits – & since that’s impossible if you’ve only seen a person once, amalie doesn’t think it exists. as crushes are definitely different than being in love, a crush to her is a quick obsession, that may either turn into love over time, or fades into the distance at some point or another. so no, love at first sight isn’t something she believes in, & yes feeling attracted / crushing on someone at first sight does exist. 

soulmates are a concept amalie isn’t sure how to feel about, while the thought that everyone has their soulmate somewhere in the world does seem quite endearing at first, the fact that your soulmate could live literally across the world & the chances of you two meeting getting less & less the further away you truly do live, it doesn’t seem like a realistic thing to her. take aside that the concept of constantly being on the search for a soulmate, or possible dying without ever having met yours is much too depressing, she likes to keep it at love, rather than soulmates.  

she does believe in fate, more or less. while she doesn’t think that everything that happens in your life is fate, she does think that sometimes you meet people for a good reason. a lot of people in the past have hurt her, & yet they have helped her grow tremendously, if it weren’t for them she may still be the same as she was five years ago. so clearly meeting them must have had a reason, if it was fate & all planned out before it happened is debatable, but amalie likes to believe that’s the case.

[sanario]

💕

!! – ✧ SEND ME A HEART TO LEARN SOMETHING ABOUT MY MUSE ;                                             @bvsans​ , accepting. 

💕: how does my muse express their feelings ? do they do through small but meaningful gestures, or through bold declarations ? 

━ ♡ ; sana expresses her emotions & feelings rather freely – especially when it comes to friendships. hugging them, or kissing their cheeks at seemingly random times alongside of bringing home food so a friend won’t have to go hungry. she’s good at showing her love & appreciation for people close to her, if she likes you as a friend & genuinely enjoys your company you’ll be aware of it !!  she has never quite had an issue being that way, it was always a natural thing, as she does believe that you shouldn’t take anyone around you for granted, & appreciate them at all times. she’ll also often times tell a friend that she loves them, usually, the words are accompanied by some form of skinship & cute smiles. 

now, when it comes to expressing her feelings towards someone she ACTUALLY has a crush on, it becomes a bit harder for her. as she suddenly becomes a bit scared that she may force her love onto someone without them wishing to, & of course – potentially giving away her true feelings for them. overall she becomes a lot shyer, & her love is shown mainly through small but meaningful gestures, that may take a while to be picked up on. as she becomes incredibly nervous when with someone she likes, the skinship will be limited. that behaviour varies from crush to crush, though !!  however, once the crush turns into love & the other person is well aware of her feelings, she gets bolder again. it’s nearly the same as with friends, but of course in a slightly more touchy way. she’ll even buy things that reminded her of them, as she feels like that’s a sweet gesture that can lure a smile out of people.

so all in all – i’d say sana is a good mix between both, she’ll show her love in small and meaningful gestures such as bringing food, sending a good morning message, buying them something because she thought of them, or become bold which generally includes a lot of skinship, from hugging to smooching over constantly reassuring people how much they mean to her.