Happy Joon & Yoon Tuesday ♡
BTS singing together 🤣 🎤
Is This a Kissing Book? - Levetating
Pairing: Namjoon x Reader
Prompt: Smiling just before or during the kiss.
Genre/Warnings/Tags: Android! AU, Android!Namjoon, Android!OC, Sci-fi
A/N:Dua Lipa - Levitating (Official Animated Music Video)
Word Count: 400
Disclaimer: This is a work of fan fiction for entertainment purposes only. The events depicted here are entirely of my own imagining, and have no basis on actual people or events.
Your duties as an android of the six hundred year journey to the Andromeda Galaxy dedicated you to maintenance, and navigation. Steering the Ark safely to its new home. You had no need to interact with the passengers on board.
Yr112:D254:12:24:15 Resident Model: duties included monitoring the passengers and overseeing the hydroponic labs, requesting help in the lab, as a potatoes root system has eroded its container, you fix it, without it present.
Yr238:D114:21:32:54 It shares with you footage it’s own eyes captured of a flower it cultivated, opening. In return you share a supernova you witnessed.
Yr332:D75:07:01:48 RM tells you they think they were based on Korean ethnicity, asks what you are, you tell them you’re not sure, you have never seen any of the sleepers in the pods, they invite you to look.
Yr389:D45:13:59:02 They ask you to refer to them as Him, and Namjoon, you greet him as you would greet any organic on this ship, and a friendship blossoms.
Yr499:D365:23:00:00 ‘Meet me at the observation deck.’
In five hundred years Namjoon has never requested to meet...leaving the bridge for the first time, for a personal reason, you head to the observation deck.
Reaching the door, disengaging your magnetics, you float towards the body waiting in the middle of the room.
“Namjoon?” Your voice being used for the first time in five hundred years.
“You came.” He smiles as he turns, suddenly you understand the literary term ‘stealing your breath away’, even if you can’t experience it. Dimpled cheeks that make you smile in return, although you don’t understand why your bio-reactive systems respond like that.
“It’s almost midnight on Earth, turning New Years Day. It is customary to kiss someone you are fond of. I thought this would be a good opportunity to do something I have been dreaming of for hundreds of years.”
“You dream?” You ask slightly startled.
“I simulate a reality where we interact daily, as human lovers do. while I go about my tasks. Do you consider that dreaming?”
“I do that too.”
“Then we both dream of the same thing, it seems.” He smiles, floating towards you, curling a hand around the back of your head. “It’s midnight.” he whispers.
“Happy New Year, Namjoon.” You smile, leaning for a kiss.
yoongi: *being a lil shit disturber by trying to brainwash jin into confusing the lyrics*
namjoon: can i smack him just once, please? for everyone’s sake?
-so basically hip hop and rnb songs from the 90s-00s, that are mainly from black influence.
⋆｡˚︱×︰ im not sure but he just strikes me as the type of person to surprise him significant other with a candlelit dinner with a rose in his mouth.
⋆｡˚︱×︰ it's so spontaneous.
⋆｡˚︱×︰he's definitely the type of person to pour his wife some red wine with slow rnb songs in the background.
⋆｡˚︱×︰he is just the type of person to do that , i think he is a hopeless romantic.
𝐡𝐢𝐭 𝐞𝐦 𝐮𝐩 - 𝟐𝐩𝐚𝐜
⋆｡˚︱×︰after his spotify playlist with all those black songs on there we been knew he enjoys these type of songs.
⋆｡˚︱×︰he's a definite sucker for authentic, old hiphop.
really appreciating where it came from.
⋆｡˚︱×︰he would definitely listen to this once in a while and him and his significant other would for sure rap along.
⋆｡˚︱×︰i don't know but he would definitely act up to this song.
⋆｡˚︱×︰he would definitely dance to this song, with full hype.
⋆｡˚︱×︰him and his significant other would for sure just be sitting in the living room while it's playing softly in the background.
𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 - 𝐣𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐱𝐱 𝐟𝐭. 𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐬
⋆｡˚︱×︰i see namjoon rapping alongside this song.
⋆｡˚︱×︰it just fits him so well.
⋆｡˚︱×︰the soft mellow voice and a slow jam, with his voice.
⋆｡˚︱×︰he would definitely be the type to surprise his woman with a gift or something while that is playing in the background.
𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐨 - 𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐭 . 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐚 𝐤𝐞𝐲𝐬.
⋆｡˚︱×︰had to put in an usher song for the usher fanboy.
⋆｡˚︱×︰he would definitely be the type to chase after a girl while dancing in the rain.
⋆｡˚︱×︰or do backflips and sings after a girl declaring his love.
no one can tell me otherwise.
𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 - 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧
⋆｡˚︱×︰now ... even though chris brown isn't a good person he has some classics.
⋆｡˚︱×︰this song would for sure fit taehyung whole vibe.
⋆｡˚︱×︰i do see him as a mysterious boy but i see him as a straightforward person as well.
⋆｡˚︱×︰if he wants something, he will definitely take it.
𝐣𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐲 - 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐛.𝐢.𝐠
⋆｡˚︱×︰this song definitely suits JK as it does yoongi as well.
⋆｡˚︱×︰there is just something about the female backing vocals and the vibe that just suits him ...
⋆｡˚︱×︰this is definitely the type of song that would run through his house , while his doing his normal routine or something.
⋆｡˚︱×︰this song gives playboy vibes, as does he.
BTS HYUNG LINE
JIN/ SUGA /J-HOPE / RM
Jin, holding a shoe like a phone: hold on, i can’t hear you. let me put you on sneaker
Yoongi: i‘m begging you to stop
Boa tarde, sorriaaa!!!!!!
Weverse Moment – RM
Warnings: mentions of violence
This is sort of a continuation of the ex-girlfriend series, however, not a part of it.
"Y/N? Can I talk to you?" asked Jin with a small knock on your bedroom which used to be his own as well. You looked up from your book, making the page with your finger before your eyes met Jin's. He was standing by the door, leaning his shoulder against the frame. A strange look rested on his face that you had never had the chance to notice before.
"Is something wrong?" you frowned although it did not seem like anything was the matter.
"No," he shook his head but there was definitely something on his mind. "I just wanted to talk to you."
Jin took the armchair across your own and crossed his legs elegantly, however, his fingers were intertwined.
"I..." he began as if he had trouble finding the words which was something you had never witnessed with him before. It made you close the book entirely and focus on what he was about to say.
"I want you to learn how to defend yourself even when I'm not around."
You stared at each other motionlessly for a moment whilst you barely had enough time to comprehend what Jin had suggested.
"What do you mean?" you asked.
"I know how this sounds," spoke Jin almost angrily. He uncrossed his legs and leant his forearms against his knees as he leaned closer to you. "It sounds like I won't be there to protect you if anything happens and that's not what I mean, I fucking promise you that, Y/N."
I know, you wanted to say but you kept your mouth shut. Your eyebrows furrowed together and your stomach gave a squeeze.
"But I want you to be safe even when I'm not around you. Especially since..." began Jin but stopped himself because he was about to mention how the two of you were basically broken up. Everything that had happened made you lose trust in him and Jin contemplate with his own issues that led to this - what more, trying to figure out how to fix your relationship.
"Okay..." you agreed quietly and put your book away, "Teach me."
Jin's mouth parted as he looked you in the eye, the guilt washing off some upon hearing your eagerness.
In the following week, Jin taught you the basics of self-defence from breaking a choke-hold, what to do when someone grabs your hair or your arm. He even showed you how to escape zip ties. However, the worst and last, Jin taught you what to do if someone put a cloth over your mouth and tried to drug you just the way it happened with his mad ex-girlfriend.
"We don't have to do it yet," said Jin when you were supposed to show him what you have learned. He knew this final defence technique might trigger you but you were determined.
Yet when Jin pretended to be the assaulter and put his palm across your mouth, you froze. All that he had taught you, it disappeared from your mind and escaped through your eyes. Tears stung your cheeks and your breathing quickened. Jin released you immediately and you backed away, facing him instead of showing him your back.
He licked his dry lips at the sight of you. He wanted nothing more but to hug you, to console you but he would only make things worse, he knew it.
"It's okay, it's okay..." Jin whispered instead and at least took a step towards you, showing you his empty hands. "We'll try again later, I promise."
You nodded as you sat down, taking in a long calming breath. You bit your lip and looked Jin in the eye. He was kneeling in front of you.
"I want to try again," you insisted, wiping away your tears as you gritted your teeth.
"I..." began Namjoon as the two of you sat at the dinner table, neither of you particularly eager to eat. You looked up from your plate, finding it unusual that Namjoon could not find the words to say. He was usually so well-spoken it often intimidated you.
"I want you to learn to defend yourself," he said at last and put down his chopsticks as he looked into your eyes. "There... There may be a time when I won't be able to be by your side just like... Like what happened..."
Namjoon did not want to finish the sentence. You both knew what he was talking about and it was almost as triggering to him as it was to you.
"It won't ever happen again," Namjoon corrected himself, a firmness to his voice. "Not like that, I'll make sure of it," he assured. "But I want you to be safe even when I am not around."
You stared at him puzzled, hardly believing you were hearing him right. He would not even hear you trying to learn about his side of work, now he wants you to learn to defend yourself in such situations.
"You mean like... Holding a gun?" you asked, your lips going dry.
Namjoon's mouth parted but he managed to find his words again. "Among others."
"Like what?" you asked almost timidly yet you could not help but feel intrigued.
The following day, Namjoon took you to his workplace. He showed you to the room where you had never been before. Truth be told, you only knew the way to his office because everything else was off limits.
The room looked like any other, however, the floors were covered with a soft material and there were several gym tools set here and there.
Namjoon showed you how to defend yourself when attacked, taken by surprise or when you found yourself in a stronghold. You tried hard because you wanted to learn, you needed to learn, but it was more difficult than it looked. All of the moves were foreign to you. You had never moved that way, nor used the muscles necessary to protect yourself in dangerous situations. But Namjoon was patient. He showed you how to do it, how to throw a punch and break a chokehold. Once you got the grip of it, the learning process went on fast.
Yet one day, he did not take you his office building. You went to a different location - a shooting range. There was no one else in the building but the two of you and the man waiting for you at the door. Inside, Namjoon explained to you the different calibres and went over the safety rules several times.
Your heart beat fast when he asked you to shoot at one of the targets. Your hands were sweaty and your stomach had twisted into knots.
"Shh, just breathe out," spoke Namjoon softly as he stepped behind you and placed his hands over your own. You did as he told you.
"Now breathe in and don't let it out until you've pulled the trigger or you might miss your shot."
You steadied your breathing and Namjoon took his hands off your own. Before you knew it, you had pulled the trigger. A loud bang, louder than you had imagined it would be echoed through your body like vibrations on water. Your lips parted and you let out a shivering breath. There was a hole in the man-like target right where the heart would have been if it had one. The gun was hot in your hand and you could hear nothing but the sound of blood pulsating through your veins.
Namjoon stared at the hole in the cardboard doll, an unusual warm feeling creeping to his stomach. Suddenly, he got the urge to touch you, to hold you and kiss you. He was proud. Even though you were not his anymore, not the way he wanted it, he was proud of you.
"I got you a present," said Yoongi when he returned back from work one day. It's only been a couple of days since you returned here despite your better judgement.
You looked up from your laptop, just finishing an assignment. There was an oak box in Yoongi's hands with silver clips on each end.
"I don't want a present from you," you whispered and returned to typing.
"It's not that type of present," spoke Yoongi and offered you the small yet heavy looking box once again. His rings clinked against the polished wood. "It's not something to earn your forgiveness. It's to keep you safe," he explained. Your fingers slowed down and you rose your eyes to the box again.
"Now open it please, kitten."
You licked your dry lips and took the box. You clicked open the clips, revealing a heavy black gun. The handle was carved with rose thorns and it seemed as if no one had touched it before. Two sets of bullets lay beside it.
Your eyebrows rose but your heart dropped to your stomach. Blood rushed to your head as it throbbed through your neck. You licked your lips again, chewing on the corner.
"What's this?" you asked, looking up at Yoongi.
"I'll teach you how to use it," he said and sat down beside you.
Yoongi took the gun from the box and showed you how to hold it, where to load it and how to clean it. He told you about its reach and how much damage it can cause. You paid close attention, forgetting all about your assignment. The laptop died while you soaked in Yoongi's every word.
"Here, you try it," said Yoongi and handed you your gun. You glanced into his eyes before you took the heavy weapon in your palm. You tried everything he showed you on your own but you had forgotten how to remove the safety guard.
Yoongi's hands clasped around your own, moving your fingers wherever he led them. Breath caught in the back of your throat at the touch of his warm skin. It's been a long time since you felt him this close to you, his breath touching the top of your shoulder and brushing against your exposed neck.
"Why did you give me this?" you breathed, locking your gaze with his own.
"I need you to be safe even if... even when I'm not around," he admitted yet Yoongi did not show any vulnerability, any emotion.
It was that moment that you realized that you were not together anymore, not properly at least. Neither of you had given up yet but you saw it in his eyes that he was more concerned about your safety than trying to gain you back. A part of Yoongi knew you won't be able to forgive him and just for a moment, you had a thought that he was wrong about that.
"I want you to call in sick today," said Hoseok as he leaned against the doorframe of now your bedroom which you used to share. You were putting on your earrings, getting ready for work when he interrupted you.
You frowned and fixed your hair before looking him in the eye.
"Why would I do that? I'm not quitting my job just because I agreed to live here again, Hoseok," you pointed out and grabbed your bag. You had suspected that he did not want you working again because Hoseok liked taking care of you - and providing for you financially was one of the ways he expressed it.
"I am not asking you to quit your job, Y/N," said Hoseok as he followed you down the hallway.
"Let me guess, you're demanding it," you sassed and slipped on your sneakers. Although you were grateful that he saved you from his ex-girlfriend, although you were grateful that you did not have to be alone in the apartment where it happened, you could not hide your annoyance with him. It was just a cover though because in truth you were not annoyed, you were hurt.
Hoseok frowned at the tone of your voice and blocked your way as you tried to go out. You stopped on your tracks before bumping into him, frowning yourself.
"I want you to learn self-defence," he cut you off, "That's why I need you to take the day off - because you need to learn how to protect yourself when I'm not there."
You paused, your lips parting but your blood suddenly boiled.
"I need to protect myself even when you're around me," you whispered, taking Hoseok's breath away.
"I'm sorry," he said before you could speak again. You closed your eyes and looked away.
"Sorry isn't good enough, Ho... Hoseok," you murmured, nearly calling him Hobi.
"I know," he agreed, his words bringing your gaze back to him. "That's why I need you to call in sick today. I need to know that you're safe even if we..." Hoseok stopped himself in the middle of the sentence but you could almost finish for him. Even if we break up.
You looked up into his brown eyes, your stomach untwisting some. You glanced down for a moment before you nodded and let your superior know you were going to be absent for a few days.
During the rest of the week, you trained together with Hoseok. He showed you basic self-defence, pointing out the things you needed to work on and praising you for every effort. In the end, he took you to a special room in the basement of his office building. It was a kind of a shooting range.
"This one is yours from now on," said Hoseok as he handed you a beautiful metallic gun. He said it was one of the lighter ones they made but it still weighed heavy in your hand. Despite the elegant exterior of the gun, it was still a very deadly weapon. You flinched each time you pulled the trigger but you were a natural nonetheless. You hit bullseye on each and every target except for one.
Hoseok took the gun from your hands, his fingers brushing gently against your own. Your eyes shot up to his own as breath hitched in the back of your throat. You did not know you could feel this way again but for the slightest moment, you felt safe. Not because of Hoseok or the gun itself, but because you could protect yourself. Nevertheless, it was Hoseok who showed you how to do it and guided you for the past few days and deep down you could not help but feel grateful.
There was a soft knock on your bedroom door just as you almost got to bed. You turned around, finding Jimin stand against the doorframe.
"I need you to come out with me tomorrow," he spoke quietly. His hair fell onto his eyes as if he had just gotten out of the shower.
"Out?" you frowned.
"I..." began Jimin but he did not seem to find the right words to express what was on his mind. He licked his lips. "I want to teach you how to use a gun."
Your mouth parted and your eyebrows fell. A clenching fist wrapped around your lungs, squeezing them hard as you yearned for a long fresh breath.
"Why?" you almost stuttered, having no idea what he was up to.
"I want you to learn how to defend yourself on your own. I can't... I couldn't be beside you when you needed me and... and I need you to do this for me, just this. I need to know that you'll always be safe," explained Jimin, struggling to describe his thoughts more than ever.
You stared at him puzzled, wondering if he was saying what you thought he was saying. The thought of him letting you leave without a fight if you decided to do so nearly made your heart jump out of your chest. It was not because you wanted to leave but because it gave you a certain freedom to respect your feelings as well as his own.
The next day, you went with Jimin to his private shooting range. It was a strange feeling you holding his gun. Something he had spent months and months hiding from you. It was unusual for Jimin as well. His heart was beating fast seeing your fingers wrapped snuggly around his gun yet he had ever confidence in you.
"I'm not sure I can do this," you confessed as your hands got sweaty.
"You can," assured Jimin without a hint of doubt. He stepped up behind you and put his arms on top of yours. "Just relax," he spoke against your ear, sending shivers down your spine. You focused nevertheless and let out a long breath. Your knees felt weak but for some reason having Jimin by your side assured you that it was going to be alright.
"Now take a breath, aim, pull the trigger," spoke Jimin slowly as he cocked your gun for you, "Then breathe out."
You did as you were told. The bullet pierced through the cardboard person's stomach, the next through its lungs and the last through its head.
Jimin breathed out in sync with you as if it were him pulling the trigger. His warm breath hit the side of your neck, his chest easing against your back.
"I knew you'd be wonderful," said Jimin and stepped away to your side. Your eyes found his, studying his face for any patronizing traits but there was nothing but clean cut honesty there.
"I'm proud of you, Y/N," he spoke almost to himself but it made your heart flutter nevertheless. "It doesn't mean much coming from me-"
"It does," you cut him off, "Even with all that's happened, I... There... There was so much good, there still is, I just... I need more time, I'm sorry," you told him, placing down your gun on the counter as if signalling a peace flag for your relationship.
"I just can't do this anymore, Taehyung," you spoke on the verge of tears. "I can't... I want to go home but I... I don't want to go home," you tried to explain yourself as you buried your face in your hands.
"You can stay here," he tried to convince you.
"But I don't feel safe here either!" you rose your voice but it cracked in the middle, leaving your face tear-stung and your lungs out of breath.
"Then let me show you how to protect yourself," said Taehyung as his heart broke at the sight of you. He knew you hated depending on others and whilst you still trusted him, you were alright with that being him. But it was all different now.
You were a part of a world you had no idea about. There was so much violence and horror that you knew of yet no way of defending yourself from it. Even before Taehyung would never speak to you about the side of his life that was his work yet you would still see the wounds it left.
You rose your gaze to Taehyung's, slowly pacing your breathing.
"What are you talking about?" you whispered.
"I'll show you how to protect yourself so that you won't have to depend on me anymore," he spoke almost remorsefully. If he had not messed things up so badly, you would have still trusted him and this entire horrible experience would never happen. Not the false information, not the kidnapping nor the moving out.
You spent the next week training with Taehyung, memorizing different techniques on how to defend yourself from an assaulter. Whether it would come from behind you, beside you, come running to you or simply attacked from the front, Taehyung taught you everything.
In the end however, Taehyung got you a present. You opened it warily yet inside there was a slick silver-like gun. The bottom of the handle was engraved with your initials.
"What... I thought..." you began, scared to even touch the gun.
"Sometimes your fists are not enough," said Taehyung and took the gun out for you.
He showed you how to take off the safety guard, how to replace the bullets and even clean it. Then he asked you to aim it but you weren't too sure about it until it was right in your hands. Taehyung helped you adjust your grip, his fingers covering your own.
For some reason, the anxiety you had been feeling for weeks, finally released you from its grip even if only for a moment. You let out of a breath of relief as you put the gun in its beautiful box.
"Thank you, Tae," you spoke quietly as you headed back to your bedroom, stopping only right in front of the door. You did not even turn around to look him in the eye but you had to say it.
Taehyung froze on the way to the bathroom, staring at your back. He wished you would turn around, he wished he could see your eyes. But you didn't.
You turned the doorknob and closed the bedroom door behind you. Taehyung knew however that this was the best you could do for him at the moment. He hurt you and he was paying the price of you not trusting him. But he knew he was slowly gaining you back at least a little bit. And that was enough.
You had just made yourself a cup of tea before bed with Jungkook at the kitchen counter working on something on his laptop. However, since you came to the kitchen he could not take his gaze off you. When you turned around with the cup in your hands, his big doe eyes were already glued on you.
"I want you to come to work with me tomorrow," Jungkook spoke out of the sudden. You stopped on your tracks, nearly spilling the hot tea down your bare feet.
"W-What? Why?" you stuttered, taken by surprise.
Jungkook paused, studying your face for a moment. "Please, don't worry," he said softly, the tone of his voice nearly breaking your heart. Even after all that's happened, he could still read you like a book.
"I want you to come with me so I can teach you how to defend yourself," explained Jungkook at last. Your lips parted as you did not know what to say nor understood the reason behind it.
"I'm sorry I..." he began again but could not seem to find the right words. "I'm sorry I didn't protect you like I promised. I... I even betrayed you when I believed her over you," confessed Jungkook, lowering his gaze to the counter.
"If you won't be able to forgive me, I have to at least know that you'll be safe."
You stared at Jungkook even when his eyes met yours again. Your heart beat fast, pumping blood through your neck as you struggled to take a proper breath.
"I... I'll come with you," you agreed quietly before making your way back to the bedroom.
You were going to read a book but your mind was rushing with Jungkook's proposal, what more, what he said after. If you won't be able to forgive me, I have to at least know that you'll be safe. The words brought the tears to your eyes but you did not let them fall. Instead, you turned off the light and waited for the morning to wake you.
Jungkook took you to a strange part of the mafia's building where you had never been before. The corridors seemed familiar to those leading to his office but you were going lower instead of higher up. At last, you reached a gym-like room where Jungkook taught you how to defend yourself in threatening situations. He showed you how to protect yourself if someone grabbed from from behind, if there was a hand pressed to your mouth or an arm against your throat.
Even though you had never felt particularly strong in your life before, at least not physically, it was not something you really needed to protect yourself. You had always thought it was all about muscle, yet you needed to be cunning as well - think outside the box and aim for their weaknesses.
Soon enough, you got a grip on the training, easily defending yourself from Jungkook even when he went at you with all his strength.
As you both sat on the floor sipping on water, Jungkook spoke again.
"This isn't all I want you to learn." He took a small yet heavy looking box from his backpack and before he could even explain you already knew what it was.
"I don't want it," you said determined although not unkind.
"I know how you feel about it," said Jungkook, "But knowing how to break a choke-hold won't help you if someone comes to you with a gun." He offered you the box again and as much as you hated to admit it, Jungkook was right.
He explained how to use it from cleaning to aiming it. The weapon was heavy in your hand although you were surprised to how quick you had gotten used to it.
"We should get going. You must be hungry," said Jungkook to himself and got up.
"Thank you," you cut him off yet kept your eyes away from him. "Thank you for today, Jungkook..."
Jungkook's heart gave a harsh squeeze as he watched you put away your new gun. Blood pulsated through his veins, heat prickling on the back of his neck. He had not felt like he had done anything good for you for a long time and it was true - you were entitled to it. But hearing that from you, even if but a simple thank you, made the guilty weight on his shoulders ease at least a bit.
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Army olmamın üzerinden 5 yıl geçti, 6. yılımdayım. Bundan hiçbir zaman pişmanlık duymadım. Her zaman army olduğumu gurur duyarak söyledim. Bunun için dışlandım. Hiç arkadaşım olmadı belki ama bu beni K-pop dinlemekten vazgeçirmedi. Çünkü biliyorum ki BTS'in ya da diğer K-pop gruplarının bana hissetrirdiklerini o sahte arkadaşlıklar hissettirmiyor. Evet çok linç yedik. Neden mi?! Bazı takıntılı fanlar yüzünden. Ama asla onları sevmekten vazgeçmedik. Tüm K-pop fanlarını platonik fan sanan kişiler, sizden bizi anlamanızı beklemiyorum. Ama insanlara saygı duymayı öğenmelisiniz. Sevmenizi ve bizi anlamanızı isteyemem ama lütfen saygı duyun! "Kore'nin Seul şehrinde sizi anlayan birileri var. ~P.Jimin" Fandomumuzdan olduğunu iddia eden stan ya da üyelerin bazılarını istemeyen fanlar; sizin yüzünüzden BTS hayranlarına "oppacı, ergen" tarzı ithamlarda bulunuyorlar. Lütfen ne yaşıyorsanız kendi hayal dünyanızda yaşayın! "Abilerimden ya da kardeşlerimden birini sevmiyorsan hiçbirimizi sevme!!! ~Kim Taehyung / V " Ha birde şu "antiler"!!! Sizi umursamayan insanlara karşı beslediğiniz nefret onlara hiçbir şey kaybettirmiyor, bunu bilin. "Bize gelen kötü yorumlara üzülmeyin. Biz görmüyoruz. Şirket görüp dava ediyor. Daha çok yazın, bu benim hoşuma gider. ~Min Yoongi / Suga "
I'm so soft ♡
Im selling some kpop (bts) albums:
- You never walk alone blue version
- Hyyh pt 1 pink
- Hyyh pt 2 peach
- love yourself her : E version
- love yourself answer : F version
- MOTS Persona: version 3 and 4
- MOTS 7 : version 4
they are all in good condition! and i’ll send all the pictures you want/need
in terms of €€€ I’m willing to hear y’all’s opinions/budget
Im from Europe but I ship worldwide!
some pics below 👇🏼
BTS (방탄소년단) 'Butter' @ Global Citizen Live
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"Attack on Bangtan" (진격의 방탄; also known as "The Rise of Bangtan") was released on September 11, 2013, and appears as the sixth track for their first mini album O!RUL8,2?.
This song has a Japanese version featured in their first Japanese single "No More Dream" and in their first Japanese studio album Wake Up. A remixed version was released on November 19, 2014 and serves as the second track from their third Japanese single "Danger".
Songwriter(s): Pdogg, RM, Suga, J-Hope, Supreme Boi