#minyoongi

[ibts]

2026 BTS FESTA

[hiredars0nist]

bro

[magpie1817]

HOLYFUCKINGSHIITTTT

[sttar-girl]

・⁠・⁠・ ı̣ƃuoo⅄ ・⁠・⁠・

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[purple-tulipss]

Yoongi on stage ❤️

[rukke-art]

Sometimes certain eras of music become more than songs—they turn into entire landscapes of memory. For me, HYYH was one of those fragile, fleeting moments, stitched with melancholy and youth.

This sketch of Suga is drawn from that time, the part of BTS’s story that still lingers deeply in me. The piece took me sixty hours to complete—the longest I’ve spent with a single sketch—and with each line, I felt the weight of silence, exhaustion, and the strange beauty of pause.

It became less about likeness, and more about holding on to a feeling before it drifts away.

The work-in-progress shots below.

[ilavsanrio]

"여자는 최고의 선물이야 선물"

[magic-shop-stories]

I haven’t stopped thinking about it. All day. MIN YOONGI...

He didn’t just throw his money at it. Didn’t just offer some nice words...

He built something. With time. Heart. Actual presence.

As someone with light autism and ADHD, whose amygdala straight up doesn’t work right (not experiencing fear or overreacting completely), whose even been turned off by foster families, changed elementary school too many times (and I never told anyone about the last two facts before)? This hits. Hits deep. Deeper than words. That’s why his lyrics are inked onto the back of my neck. His music got me through. His honesty made me feel seen.

And now? This center exists. For kids like me. Because of him. Because he showed up.

He helped create the MIND program. Volunteered for months. Sat with those kids. Made music with them. Helped them open up. This wasn’t a performance... this was SO real.

He said he has two dreams... being that old man on stage with a guitar... and becoming a therapist. To help the ones coming after him.

He didn’t just say it, I know he meant it.

I’m studying social work, focusing on child psycholog and youth welfare. Soon... heading abroad again for my master’s in international social work. And I swear. I will work my everything off. Every. Single. Day. Until I make it...

Because this? This is the biggest fuel. The purest motivation I could ever have.

I've been crying. Laughing. Quietly tearing up all day.

My heart just... feels right. Settled.

I’ll never find the word. Never. Not for this. Not for him... EVER