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Hey ! I'm starting a project of illustrating and making a deck of Måneskin Tarot cards :) I want people to contribute ideas and I will draw them into the deck and once its finished I'm planning on getting it made properly and gifting to Måneskin as a gift from all of us in the fandom :))

if you have any suggestions for cards (who should be on a specific card, what they should be doing / posing like, colours/ objects to include) please reply or private message me and I'll include it !!!

Thank you so much for being a part of this project I'm looking forward to finishing it !! I will get another set printed and do a giveaway too :)

Pls share if you can !!! I want to get a lot of the fandom involved !!

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Falling in love at a coffee shop

If you were a taste you would be bittersweet. If you were a colour you would be black that fades into blue. And if you were a sound…you would be that rusty piano at my grandmas attic. Bit of tune but that’s what makes it sounds so good. Every little imperfection is what makes you so perfect.

A place that is long gone. From outside just an old building with a fading coffee mug on doors. I would never guess this was a shop. But that day…It was freezing to death outside and I just missed my bus home. And to my luck, next one was about 2 hours away. I hated that part of town. It was a really old one that was half way demolished. Construction fences everywhere and big sighs reminding you to be careful. They planned to build the biggest shopping center in the country here. I guess nobody cares for history these days. Those houses must have been gorgeous back in a day. And now? Just brick that were in everyone’s way.

In that kind of weather my only saving option was walking around. Because if you move you don’t freeze, right? I hate snow…I hate winter in general. In my head I was cursing my boss that made me stay 5 minutes longer and miss the buss. That fucker was in for a treat tomorrow. As the darkness slowly set down, street lamps lit up. And with them one window at the end of the street. With nothing better at my hands I walked to it. It was really surprising when I finally got to it.

Squirrel den Coffee shop. It was so faded I could barely read the sign. I had no idea if it was still open for business or not but going in was always better than standing in this cold. To my surprise it was open. As I walked inside a wave of warm air hit me. If I had glasses on I wouldn’t be able to see a thing for sure. It was a magical place. First thing you noticed was quite intoxicating but still sweet smell of fresh coffee. The warm yellow light made the place look small but non the less cozy. You could see light chains everywhere. Knitted blankets and pillows that seemed hand made. Only 4 or 5 tables with small candles on top of them and something that looked like a tree decoration covered in fake snow.

,,Hello.” Happy voice came from my right side. ,,Welcome at Squirrel’s. Can I help you?” it was a waiter with a kind smile on his face. I must have looked horrendous. Standing still half way in. Doors wide open. Just staring in front of me. I felt the blood rush into my cheeks. But it wasn’t from the warm air. It was cringe creeping inside to haunt me for the rest of my pointless life.

,,A coffee would be great.” I finally managed to close the door behind me.

,,Sure.” He giggled a little. ,,Anything else I can get for you?”

,,Just the coffee is fine.” I tried to smile back but I bet it looked forced and weird. Did I left half of my brain outside? What was going on with me?

I sat down near the window and finally took a better look around. In the corner there was a bar where was the waiter, rather skilfully, preparing my hot beverage. On the wall behind him was a huge cabinet with mugs of all sizes, colours and definitely different age. To tell the truth, everything here looked kind of old. Or rather…aged. Like this place froze in time long time ago and everything slept in place up until now. And then my eyes felt on the big gramophone standing at the bar desk. It was majestic and shiny. Just like those from the movies. Only then did I realise it was actually playing a soft tune that lightly echoed through the shop.

,,Here you go.” I got my steaming cup right in front of me. ,,Aaand, as a small gift from the shop, a homemade chocolate cake.” He smiled again and placed the quite big piece of cake next to my coffee.

,,Oh no…I shouldn´t…” I felt quite of awkward. Was this really something they do? It looked like a really expensive piece of cake to just give out to one cup of coffee.

,,It is really all right. There are not many people these days anyway. And it would be a shame to throw it all out. If anything, you are saving it.” And there was his smile again. What was this man anyway?

Not that tall, maybe 5cm taller than me. Not skinny or fat but he wasn’t a sport figure eighter. And that oddly red-ish hair… it kind of blend in with his freckles. Do boys even have freckles? I have never really noticed that before. But somehow they fit him. Especially in this light, they weren’t something that would put you off…it just…kind of made him glow. Just like his eyes. Did I mention his eyes yet? In my life I have seen many green eyes. But this was a new level of green. He was surely wearing contacts, he had to! Nobody can have eyes as green as leaves hovering on trees. That’s just…not a colour human eye can have. Or is it?

I took a sip of my hot drink and melted on spot. It was surely one of the best coffees I ever had. And just to note, I am a giant coffee drinker. Then I tried a bit of that chocolate cake… and died. Is this heaven? What is this place? Having out of world coffee is one thing. But out of world cake too?! I immediately took another bite.

,,I take that you liked the cake?” a small laugh pulled me back into reality.

,,Is it that obvious?” I felt kind of exposed. Did my face gave that much away?

,,You moamed like 5 times just from those two bites.” He stated. I could feel another wave of blood rushing into my cheeks.

,,Uhm…y-yeah…It is really delicious.” To avoid further awkwardness I drank the coffee instead.

,,Auntie gonna be happy. She always love to bake that one.”

,,So this is like a family thing?” I gestured around me. 

,,Oh no. She isn’t actually my aunt. I just call her that. The owner of this place is an elderly woman that lives upstairs.” He looked at his wrist watches. ,,And she should be in the middle of some Rosamunde Pilcher story by now.” That made me laugh a little.

,,You know her pretty well.” I pointed out.

,,Of course I do. If it wasn’t for you I would be sitting there watching with her.” Now that made me burst into laughter right away.

,,Oh I am sorry for holding you back. I should finish really fast and go then.”

,,It is fine. I like being down with customers as well. Not that we have any these days.” He vent behind the counter and started to prepare another cup of coffee.

,,Is it that bad?” I asked.

,,We were never drowning in customers. And its not like many people even knew about this place. But those who lived on this street loved it. It was enough to keep the shop going. But then the developers came and demolished everything. People moved out and we ended up empty for most days.” Hearing such thing was heart breaking. This sure was a great place. ,,Can I?” he came up to my table with his own cup.

,,Go ahead.” I smiled. The next thing you know we ended up talking the whole time. I even got to eat another piece of that gorgeous cake. I missed the next bus as well and if it wasn’t for the old lady coming downstairs I would totally missed the last one as well.

Next day I wasn’t rushing to the bus stop at all. To tell the truth I was quite excited for the coffee shop. Or was it for the boy in it? I had to shush my brain right away. The last thing I wanted was a crush on some ginger boy. And it is not like I know him or anything. We just had a nice evening and that’s all. But one evening turned into two, then three…and then I didn’t even realise it. It was my everyday stop on way home. My visits were always the same. A cup of coffee and a piece of chocolate cake. We had to cut it down to just one piece because my trousers would soon start to protest. There wasn’t much to do in the shop. So we just talked. I was rambling about my day and that stupid boss of mine. I don’t know if he found my bitching annoying but he never complained. So take that as a no. then he said a bit about his day. How he helped the old owner around the house a bit. Did some groceries and stuff for her. Poor thing didn’t have any family left. She never married so the shop was her last remaining thing. Sometimes she even joined us for a small talk. Or we joined her for some Rosamunde Pilcher night. Those nights were extra interesting. I was sitting maybe a little too close to that gigly ginger boy. Who, for some reason, turned more and more cute with every kissing scene in the TV. Time sped there was always like a dream. Warm and cozy.

But one day, I came and there were no lights in the window. I even tried to open the doors but it was locked. I had no idea what happened. This went on for next two days and my heart began to break bit by bit. I was so stupid for not taking that boys phone number. I could have easily just call right now and everything would be ok. But I was always so caught up in a moment and never thought about such thing.

Finally after some time I saw a light in the window. I rushed inside and saw everything covered in foils and tons of boxes everywhere.

,,W-What happened?” I searched for those green eyes hoping for some kind of reassuring answer.

,,We are closing.” He couldn’t even met my gaze. ,,Auntie is in the hospital. Her breathing got worse. And even after that she won’t come back. The old walls are no good for her anymore.” I felt such a sadness hovering above me. So this is it? This is how my dream ends? ,,I am sorry for not telling you. But I only realised the other day I don’t have any kind of contact on you.” He kept going around packing last things.

,,I really loved it here.” It was a pointless comment. Of course I did! Who wouldn’t?!

,,Me too.” He agreed and smiled a little. ,,But rather than the place I am gonna miss the memories…And you.” He added at last. It caught me of guard in a way. I would never expect such a thing from him.

,,It is not like we cant meet outside this place.” I tried to lighten up the mood. For some reason the air around us was thick and heavy. Was this supposed to be some sort of a goodbye?

,,True. But like…I kind of thought of this place as ours…like…there were just us…no one knew about it anyway…so it was like…our little secret.” He ran hand through his hair and sigh. ,,I am probably just babbling at this point. Sorry.” Not knowing better I would even thought he was blushing a bit. I came closer and put my hand on top of his, resting on a box.

,,We can still make new memories…if we want to that is. Sure, other places may not be as flashy as this one. But I bet there are many where we could enjoy ourselves.” As soon as those words left my mouth I wanted to punch my brain. Oh my god that sounded horrible.

,,Ourselves you say?” he went on full laughter.

,,Aaah…it came out all wrong! I didn’t mean it in that way!” I covered my face with hands and tried to get through that wave of embarrassment.

,,Hey. It is fine.” He tied to put my hands down. ,,I wouldn’t mind that way of enjoyment eighter.” We ended up staring at each other. I didn’t know what to say. Or should I say something? It was hard. And even he looked as puzzled as I was. ,,You know.” He started after a while. ,,I was thinking about this a lot. Well…about you specifically. That you are a really great person. Whether it is from the outside or from the inside. Somehow I feel different around you. Every day I can’t stand the waiting until you come. And even when you are here…it’s still not enough. I am always coming up with different ways in my head how to tell you…How to tell you what I feel…but it’s always eighter dumb or not enough.” Now he was fully red. Even his ears had a slight shade of pink. Man was he cute. I kind of wanted to squish him.

,,You don’t have to say anything if you don’t know how. You can just show it.” I smiled at him and made a tiny step closer. I guess it gave him a little bit of courage and he cupped my face. Not to mention his hands shaked a little. But who am I to judge? My whole body was a jelly. Heart about to explode and I still wasn’t sure if he meant what I thought he meant. My mind raced thousand miles an hour. And then came the silence.

He connected our lips and everything just stopped. All the doubts, fears, even my body felt a little more solid now. I couldn’t help and just put my hand in his hair. It was so smooth, like a silk. I can’t say I never imagined this moment before. But it was like nothing I could ever come up with. When we parted it was obvious both of us have to catch up on some breathing. But it was sweet. We laughed at each other’s eagerness.

,,That went ay better than I imagined.” He said at last.

,,Did it?” I laughed.

,,W-will you date me?” the question was so quiet, for a moment I thought it was in my head.

,,Of course I will.” And I kissed him again.

THE END

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Corpse said on his stream yesterday that he got recognized at a drive trough....i hate that this even has to be said... BUT IF YOU GET THE CHANCE TO MEET HIM DONT FUCKING ASK HIM IF ITS HIM, IT MAKES HIM UNCOMFORTABLE.... HES A FACLESS YOUTUBER FOR A REASON. DONT GIVE THIS MAN ANYMORE PANIC ATTACKS ITS NOT FUNNY, ITS NOT COOL.

ALSO stop commenting about his "look". We dont know how he looks and it doesnt fucking matter, if he ever does a face reveal, he does it on his own terms, dont be fucking assholes about it and make fun of other people while saying its corpse. Not funny my dudes, not fucking funny.

Anyways stream his music.

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A Knight goes to save a princess with the help of her runaway, roguish brother. The brother does not know that they’re helping the knight earn his sister’s hand in marriage. One day, he finds out.

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We put FUN in disFUNctional family

   Práve som vystupovala z auta pred synovou škôlkou. Zamkla som ho a po chodníku prešla až k dverám. Dnes som meškala, za čo som si riadne nadávala. Môj malý chlapec bol už pravdepodobne posledný, kto čakal na rodiča.    Len čo som otvorila, ovalil ma prenikavý pach síry. Hneď som sa zháčila. Tento pach som poznala až príliš dobre a neveštil nič dobré. Rýchlym krokom som mierila k synovej triede. Dvere na nej sa stále otvárali a po jednom odtiaľ vychádzali naštvaní démoni.    ,,Veril by si tomu?! Už som dávno mohol zbierať niekde duše, ale nie!…“ prešli okolo mňa bez povšimnutia.       Vbehla som do triedy a už viac-menej očakávala to, čo som tam videla. Jimin sedel v strede triedy a okolo neho sa vznášali hračky. Z jeho malinkej hlavičky mu vytŕčali dva malé rožky a inokedy čierne vlasy boli teraz slabo ružové. Neďaleko neho bol portál, odkiaľ vychádzali noví a noví démoni.    ,,Tak, ešte raz, mladý! Načo si nás zavolal?!” pár démonov sa z neho snažilo dostať dôvod ich prítomnosti.    ,,Hlat! Hlat!“ zasmial sa a strčil im do ruky pár plyšiakov.    ,,Jimin…” len som si povzdychla.      Samozrejme, že som to mohla očakávať. Skôr či neskôr by k tomuto aj tak prišlo. Ale ani vo sne by mi nenapadlo, že tak skoro a v takomto rozsahu. Koniec koncov…je to predsa syn svojich rodičov.    Prišla som k nemu a pár mávnutiami poslala lietajúce hračky na svoje miesto.    ,,Všetkým sa vám naozaj ospravedlňujem,“ otočila som sa na okolostojacich démonov, ,,ale už môzete ísť domov. Bolo to len malé nedorozumenie.”    Všetci hneď razom začali nadávať.    ,,Takto plytvať našim časom! Vieš, koľko duší som už mohol mať??…“    Ako sa vracali cez portál do podsvetia, dvihla som Jimina na ruky.    ,,Čo má toto znamenať ,mladý muž!“      No moje malé dvojročné dieťa sa len smialo a nadskakovalo. Pozrela som sa na neho prísnejšie a on pochopil, že tu všetka sranda končí.    ,,Puepáš,” sklopil pohľad a jeho malé rožky sa vyparili.    Spolu s nimi aj ružové vlasy.    ,,Chimi o tomto sme už hovorili…takto sa môzeš chovať len doma, láska.“    Prikývol a ja som ho položila na zem. Spolu sme išli k autu, keď sa mi malý vytrhol.    ,,Appa!” s krikom sa rozbehol k mužovi v čiernom.    ,,Čaw krpec!“     Len čo bol Jimin v otcových rukách, znova sa ukázali jeho ružové vlasy a rožky.    ,,Čo tu robíš!” jeho prítomnosť ma riadne nahnevala.    ,,Čo myslíš? Z ničoho nič je polovička mojich poddaných privolaná na jedno miesto. Chcel som vedieť, kto ma chce predbehnúť v ovládnutí sveta,“ usmial sa na malého vo svojich rukách a dal mu malú pusu na líce.    ,,Mohol som si myslieť, že to bol môj malý démonik. Neboj chlapče. Jedného dňa tomu budeme vládnuť spolu.”    Mala som toho dosť. Malého som mu zobrala.    ,,Tak na to zabudni, Yoongi! Asi si zabudol prečo som odišla.“    Len si povzdychol.    ,,Naozaj si myslíš, že ho od toho uchrániš? Je to syn vládcu podsvetia. Moja krv, môj nástupca. Či chceš alebo nie, raz zasadne na trón. A to, čo dnes urobil…len dokazuje, že mám pravdu. Proste celý ocko!”    ,,Chováš sa, akoby bol len tvoj. Ale nezabúdaj, že ja som matka. Ak má po niekom schopnosti, tak po mne!“      Yoongi sa nad tým len zasmial.    ,,Iste,” zamrmlal.    ,,Ale zamysli sa. Ak je toto jeho prvé číslo, čo bude robiť o 10 rokov? Zatiaľ sa ti darí jeho energiu skrývať pred tvormi z podsvetia. No myslím, že po dnešku o ňom už aj tak vedia všetci. Čím bude starší, tým menej ho budeš môcť chrániť. Vráťte sa. Skôr než sa stane niečo horšie.“     Samozrejme, že viem ,že má pravdu. Jimin sa na neho v mnohých veciach podobal už teraz.    Nasadli sme do auta a išli domov. Doma sa ChimChim hral so svojimi hračkami ,zatiaľ čo ja som varila večeru. Myseľ mi stále behala k dnešnému incidentu v škôlke. Musela som uznať, že v jednom mal Yoongi pravdu. Ak bol toto len začiatok, čo bude ďalej? Na privolanie jedného démona treba obrovské úsilie. A on ich privolal celú armádu bez jediného zívnutia. Musí sa naučiť ovládať svoju silu… Mohla by som ho to učiť aj ja…ale som len polovičný démon. Niektoré schopnosti idú mimo mňa. Ale Yoongi…on by ho to vedel naučiť. Túto myšlienku som rýchlo zahodila. Ani v najhoršom sne by som sa k nemu nevrátila. Je to diabol! A akokoľvek milý dokáže byť k svojmu synovi, je to len pretvarka.    ,,Mami?” malinké ručičky ma ťahali za nohavice, čo ma dostalo z myšlienok.    ,,Nie je mi dobue.“    Hneď som sa k nemu zohla a dala ruku na čelo.    ,,Bolí ťa niečo?”    Bol celý bledý a klipkali mu oči.    ,,Mhm….“ bolo posledné čo povedal, predtým ako na mňa spadol.    Prepadla ma panika. Nedokázala som ho zobudiť a do nemocnice som ho tiež nemohla zobrať. Bola som na pokraji zrútenia, keď sa nám v strede kuchyne otvoril portál a vybehol z neho Yoongi. Odprisala by som, že som v jeho tvári videla strach. Hneď bol dole pri malom a bral ho na ruky. Keď videl, ako mi dolu lícami tečú slzy, len sa usmial a za ruku ma ťahal do portálu.    ,,Neboj sa. Všetko bude v poriadku. Musíme ho len zobrať k nám. Dole."      Keď sme prešli portálom, ocitli sme sa v jeho pevnosti. Jimina položil na postel.    ,,O chvíľu sa preberie,” bolo jediné, čo mi Yoongi povedal, nespúšťajúc malého z očí.    ,,Ako…ako si vedel, čo sa deje?“     Možno trocha blbá otázka. Mala by som mu byť vďačná za to, že prišiel. No nešlo mi to do hlavy. Náš byt bol dokonale zabezpečený proti vplyvom z podsvetia.    ,,Na chvíľu som ho prestal cítiť. Celkom ma to… vystrašilo,” sám sa pozastavil nad vlastnými slovami.    ,,Nikdy som si nemyslel, že raz budem cítiť strach…“    ,,Ďakujem,” pípla som.    Hoci ho nenávidím, zachránil Jiminovi život.    ,,Netreba ďakovať,“ konečne sa na mňa otočil a pozrel sa mi do očí, ,,ste predsa moja rodina. Musím na vás dávať pozor.”    Počula som o prípadoch, kedy démoni dokážu cítiť energiu druhých a tak povedať, kde sú či ako sa majú. Ale je to veľmi výnimočné a možné len ak vás viaže puto. K Jiminovi to puto chápem. Je to jeho krv…ale ku mne?    ,,Vieš prečo sa mu toto stalo. Však?“      Len som prikývla.    ,,To vyvolávanie nemohlo zostať bez následkov. Aj keď tak nevyzeral, muselo mu to vysať všetko energiu,” povedala som.    ,,A jediný spôsob, ako ju zase rýchlo načerpať, je prísť tam ,kde je jej dostatok,“ na chvíľu stíchol a prišiel ku mne bližšie.    ,,Toto je jeho domov. NÁŠ domov. Obaja patríte sem. Nikde na svete mu nebude tak dobre, ako tu. A to dobre vieš,” pomaly sa ku mne nakláňal.    ,,Viem, že nie som práve ukážkový manžel….nie to ešte otec…ale ja sa zmením. Prosím zostaň tu,“ jeho slová sa ma naozaj dotkli.    Samozrejme, že je to majster klamstiev, a preto aj toto bola pravdepodobne lož.    ,,To isté si vravel, aj keď si si ma bral, Yoongi. A za tie roky si sa nezmenil ani o kúsok. Prečo by to malo byť teraz iné?” spomienky na život predtým sa začali vynárať.    Všetky tie špinavosti, čo sa na mne dopustil. Podvody a klamstvá. Spolu s nimi však aj spomienky na tie najkrajšie chvíle môjho života. Na chvíle ,ktoré nedokáže prevážiť ani to najhoršie, čo mi kedy urobil.    ,,Bude to iné ,pretože máme ChimChima. Nikdy v živote som si nemyslel, že jedného dňa ucítim taký strach ako dnes ,keď sa Jiminova energia vytratila. Bolo to, akoby mi niekto telo polial svätenou vodou a do srdca zabodol krucifix. Už nikdy sa nechcem cítiť tak zraniteľný.“    V tej chvíli som vedela, že hovorí pravdu.  Mohla by som to brať ako ďalšie sľuby, ktoré sa nikdy nesplnia. Ale to ,ako sa na mňa pozeral, ako okolo mňa obtočil svoje dlhé ruky…verila som mu. Stačilo len málo a spojil naše pery v jemný bozk. Toto bol vždy dôvod, prečo som do neho bola až po uši. Svoju jemnú stránku ,ktorá bola schopná milovať ukazoval len mne. Hoci by som mu mohla vyčítať mnohé veci  nemôžem poprieť, že som bola pre neho jediná.    ,,Mami?” malé ružové klbko sa začínalo mrviť.    Vytiahla som sa z Yoongiho zovretia a zobrala Jimina na ruky.    ,,Už je dobre zlatko. Bolí ťa niečo?“      Len pokrútil hlavou a viac sa ku mne natisol. Rukou som mu hladila vlasy, z ktorých vykúkali dva malé rožky. Dva malinké cípiky ktoré boli identické s tými Yoongiho.    ,,Dokážem sa o vás postarať!” oboch nás vtiahol do velkého objatia.    ,,Ja viem….“ usmiala som sa a zašla mu do vlasov ,aby som nahmatala jeho rožky.    Boli oveľa väčsie a silnejšie ako tie Jiminove. Stále to však boli rohy ,do ktorých som sa pred rokmi zamilovala.

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BTS (방탄소년단) LOVE YOURSELF Highlight Reel ‘起’

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Taehyung: I poisoned one of our glasses but I forgot which one.

Yoongi: The way this dinner is going, I hope it’s mine.

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JEON JUNGKOOK

⤷ j is for jibooty

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watch this when you’re feeling sad it’ll change your mood in 0.002 seconds

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#ParkJiminYouArePerfect

Well, if you’ve seen Jimin lately, he’s been thinner. Thinner than last month. We all know Jimin has been quite insecure with himself so let’s trend the hashtag #ParkJiminYouArePerfect in August 7, 2017 on Monday at 7pm KST. 

Let’s show him how much we love and appreciate him for who he is. That we’ll continue loving him because he is Jimin himself. That no one can ever replace someone like him. That he’s extremely talented and beautiful for who he is and he doesn’t need to change that because we will always love him no matter what.  

WE SHOULDN’T tell him what to do or force him to do anything or even tell him to stop because it’s not our place to do so. Instead, WE SHOULD show him how much we appreciate him because we love him. Because he’s such a beautiful person who deserves all the love and appreciation in this world. 

REMEMBER AUGUST 7, 2017 on MONDAY at 7PM KST IN TWITTER. MAKE SURE TO REBLOG AND SPREAD 

-shookednyan

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Seokjin: *throws rocks at Yoongi’s window*

Yoongi [loudly]: You have your phone for a reason!

[thump]

Yoongi [opening up his window]: DID YOU THROW YOUR FUCKING PHONE AT THE WINDOW?

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Broke International ARMYs trying to sail their asses to Korea to see BTS like:

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Wishful Thinking

Song Inspiration: She (For Liz) - Parachute

She, she is the words that I can’t find How can the only thing that’s killing me, make me feel so alive And I couldn’t speak I couldn’t breathe to save my life All of my chances swim like sinking ships This time it’s it I’ll drown or make her mine

A/N: As a part of the @kpoptrashnetwork  ‘s secret project, this is a gift for @meanyoongis !! I hope you like it! ^_^ <3

Words: 10562 (whoops, I’m sorry about that, I just couldn’t stop myself, I officially can’t write something small)

Pairing: Yoongi/Reader

Genre: Fluff/A bit angst

(Pictures on the moodboard are not mine, only the ones on the upper right corner and the lower left corner. Credits to the owners for the rest.)

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jungkook: for the 100th time, taehyung and i are just friends yoongi: *sneezes* yoongi: sorry i’m allergic to bullshit

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BTS reaction to not being your bias

Seokjin:

He offered to help you clean around your apartment and underneath your bed he found a box, with “bias” written in pink sharpie on. A smirk was already tugging at the corner of his mouth, thinking about all the photos of himself he’ll find.

To his terror, the box was filled with pictures and stickers of Taehyung. He kept digging through them until he got to the bottom where he found a list you wrote. The more he read, the more he wanted to go to you and confront you.

“One of the reasons you’re biasing Taehyung is because he is a good actor? Are you kidding me? Do I need to remind you that I’m the one with a college degree in acting?” “What else do we have here?” “Good looks? You have mister ‘Worldwide Handsome’ in front of you!” “He is a loving person? Um. Hello? I’ve had a crush on you for so long? And you told me you feel the same way? So why don’t you have a box filled with my photos? Give me some attention too.”

Yoongi:

He overheard a conversation you were having with your best friend on the phone. “Yes Jungkook is still my bias.” … “With him is a completely different story” …  “Bye. I’ll talk to you letter”. When you finished you turned around and were greeted by Yoongi leaning against the door frame.

“I get that Jungkook can sing, dance, rap and is very good looking but still… Here I am… thinking you might like me back when in reality I’m not even your bias…”

He turned his head so you can see the pout on his face better, watching you from the corner of his eye while you fumble with your words, trying to explain yourself.

Hoseok:

He had a crush on you ever since you’ve met and he kept looking for signs that you feel the same way about him. And what better way to see if you like him if not finding out if he is your bias?

All day he kept pestering you to tell him. “Is it me? Are you embarrassed to tell me? Aww so cute.”

So you finally give in. “It’s Jimin, okay?” and you can see how his teasing smile turns into a pout once you say it.

“Why? Because he’s really cute and has muscular thighs I don’t get to be your bias?” You make an attempt to hug him from the side and apologize but he pushes you away dramatically looking out the window. “It’s alright. I’ve known rejection all my life”

He will keep up the act for a couple more minutes before going back to his old self. Just because he wasn’t your bias didn’t mean he will give up on trying to win your heart.

Namjoon:

You two were just chilling on the couch when he caught a glimpse at your lockscreen. He was ready to tease, but then he saw that there was a photo of… Hoseok? He was sure he’d be your bias since you are closest to him, but it seems like he was wrong. That didn’t stop him from confronting you and proving that he should be your bias.

“So… Hoseok, huh?” “Is he your bias?” “Is it because he can dance? Look, Y/N, I can dance too.” He started dancing in the living room while singing Dancing Queen. “I am the dancing queen of this group!”

Jimin:

You accidentaly sent him a message in which you were fangirling over Namjoon that was meant for your best friend.

He immediately stormed to the couch you sitting on to demand answers.

“What you’re doing is discrimination against short people, Y/N!” When he saw your eyebrows furrowing in confusion he continued in a high pitched voice “OMG!! Look at Namjoon!!! How can someone be so hot and tall?? Ughh!!!! I can’t!!!” and then his voice turned to normal “Sadly I can’t enunciate the dozens of emojis you added in between.”

He faked cry, his face twisted in a comedic way. “I do not stand a chance with you because I’m short!! I’m moving in the middle of the mountains to live in complete isolation. Farewell!”

Taehyung:

After a night of drinking you two manage to stumble back to his dorm and somehow you end up in bed with him. While you sit at comfortable distance from him, trying to sleep, you let it slip in your drunken haze how much you look up to the cute Daegu rapper.

“Why, is it because he’s allowed in Cypher? Because he has that tongue technology? I’ll have you know, my tongue technology is just as good. You’d know that if you’d let me prove it to you.”

He turns to his side to glare at you, and you can see that his eyes are glistering. “Are you crying, Taehyung?”

He scoffs.  “No. It’s just raining.”

“But we are indoors”

“Well damn, Y/N. I don’t control the weather.”

“That doesn’t make any sense, Tae.”

“Neither does you biasing Yoongi hyung, instead of me!” And with that final sentence he shifts closer to you, so he can wrap himself around you.  “As if I’d let him take you away from me” he mumbles into your hair before dozing off.

Jungkook:

He borrowed your laptop and found your tumblr blog dedicated to Seokjin. It’s not his fault you never close your tabs, okay? He forgot what he was initially looking for as he was scrolling through the hundreds of pictures, gifs, videos and text posts of his hyung. He couldn’t wait to return your laptop and ask for some explanations.

He opened the door to greet later that evening when you came after your laptop. He had a small smile plastered on his face. “Nice to meet you! My name is Jungkook, known as the Golden Maknae. I’m well known for my talents that range from sports, to singing and rapping. So I can’t understand why the girl I like betrays me and choses to bias someone else when I am so perfect. Could you please help me find a reason?”

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