#Bts Online Concert

[lokisasylum]

Armys spending weeks or a month boycotting Hybe, the member's merch and new projects (even though they NEVER boycotted during Golden), demanding they get rid of Scooter Braun and stop working with zionists (even though, AGAIN, they had NO problem with them during Seven, 3D, Justin Timberlake, or even Usher who publicly showed his support for 🇮🇱 days after announcing the collab between him & Jk).

Meanwhile, Scooty scoot-scoot and Bongo are taking couple pics to post for social media. And if that ain't the biggest SLAP in the face to the fans after all that? …but ya'll still daydreaming with that 2025 reunion like its the Second Coming of Christ.

Lets be brutally honest here, BTS coming back from "hiatus"/Military Service ain't gonna fix shit. WHY? Because Hybe, Bongo and 🛴 only care about MONEY. They don't give a shit what the fans want, they don't give a shit what's going on in the world or that they're contributing to it, because all they hear is KA-CHING KA-CHING$$$.

In fact they never did. It only became more obvious the minute that 🛴became ceo of Hybe America.

So either keep wasting your energy boycotting forever with your hashtags (which get deleted off social media cause Hybe has THAT much control to do so) and harassing/bullying other fans on twitter.

OR! Y'know, learn to boycott the old fashion way:

[wildandarranged]

[echoesofadream]

when taekookers are like jungkook said things were awkward with V in the most tame way ever to detract the sentiment like “started to feel that maybe a side of things were awkward with him” as if idols arent like trained in diplomatic language and having to be super careful with what they say because everyone hyper analyze everything they ever do and say. yes that storyline seemed staged because they were literally on a reality show which needed some drama or good stories with conclusions but do you really think jungkook made that whole thing up.. I dont believe in everything my faves say either, or that they tell everything, but if anything he probably played things down. I do think they mean a lot to each other, being such close friends in the first years, but I dont think its unlikely that they have had to work on that friendship for it to work for who they are now and that it will never be the same as it was, because neither are them the same people they were then

[thvictory95]

[111020] Map Of The Soul ON:E | Seoul

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[hellfire--cult]

Steddie x Reader

wc: 8.2k

+18 fluff, eddie and steve are a musical duo, reader being a fan and a bit self conscious, some angst, but fluff overall, smut, p in v, oral (f receiving), threesome

Summary: Your favorite duo was in town for a few days. You had seen them a million times, yet you never had the opportunity to meet them. But a fateful morning, that happens, and you weren't prepared for it.

a/n: idk what came over me, this is filthy, and completely delulu, but something about eddie and steve being a gay duo did something to me. this was barely proofread, also i forgot to put the title in the picture, but idc

Please reblog, don't just like.

It was a bright Monday morning.

You looked up at your ceiling as you slowly started opening your eyes, the drowsiness of the night falling away as you center yourself a bit more. Then you looked to the side. The poster of your favorite duo, The Outcasts. 

Steve Harrington, the singer and acoustic guitar player smiled charmingly at the camera while Eddie Munson, the one who does screamo and plays the electric guitar, pulled the bottom eyelid of his left eye down and stuck his tongue out. The contrast of the two was what made you fall completely in love with them. 

Supposedly, they have known each other since high school, and they honestly didn’t like one another. It made sense to look at Steve and see him as popular, while Eddie looked like the weird one. But then Steve’s story came out, how he was basically abandoned by his family. Eddie was an outcast to society, while Steve was an outcast of his own family.

You didn’t know which one hurt the most.

But the rumor that stuck the most to you, was that people were saying they were dating. They never confirmed it, but on stage they do some teasing about almost kissing, or Eddie would slap Steve’s ass, while Steve would kiss Eddie’s shoulder from behind. You had been to many of their concerts, and you were always in awe with them.

You were a little more than obsessed. You had watched every video, every BTS, every interview, every old video from their school days, researched them, bought their merchandise, and you were wishing on the day you would be able to meet them. Tell them how their music saved you.

You snapped out of your daydream, your mom yelling your name to come downstairs. You frowned a bit, got up from the bed, and stretched. Your back cracked and you winced slightly at the sound. You needed a chiropractor at this point. You always sleep in weird positions, and you don't really know how to correct it.

You stood up, getting your slippers on, and walked out of your room, scratching your head. You walked down the stairs only for your mother to be standing right in the foyer, her arms crossed, a glare in her eyes. You were confused at her demeanor. You knew your mother was temperamental, but you hadn’t done anything, not that you could think about, to make her this angry towards you.

“Mom? What’s wrong?” You finally reached the bottom of the stairs to look at her, and then your heart skipped a beat when her gaze turned even darker.

“You’ve been a hustle to maintain. All this time, you’ve been eating my savings away, with high school, your trips, wanting to go to college. Where do you think I can get the money for your stupid college?” You tilted your head, not understanding where she was going with this, not having ever received a complaint from your mother about money. She had been acting weird lately, but you assumed it was because of the divorce with your father.

“What are you talking about? This is the first time I’m hearing about this!” You complained and then froze, a cold sweat invading your entire body when your mother let out a wicked grin your way.

“But I solved it. You see, I sold you online.”

“What?”

“You now no longer belong to me. I bet they will make you a slave. I didn’t even met them, but they offered so much money for someone like you. It was hard to resist.”

The doorbell rang, and you were frozen in the ground as your mother opened the door, only to reveal the beautiful duo you had been a fan of for a long time. Steve Harrington and Eddie Munson stood there, and you gasped, holding your chest in surprise.

“Hello beautiful.” Steve said and you couldn’t believe it. Eddie immediately pulled you in by your petite minuscule ant like waist with an hourglass shape that could outmatch Nicki Minaj, your long wavy blonde voluminous and gigantic filled with secrets hair moving from side to side as he pulled you close.

“You two want me?” Your voice small and sweet, filled with pureness, your eyes shining like blazing diamonds. 

“Of course, you’re so beautiful, and now you’re ours. We’re gonna marry you instantly, and we will make sure you live a happy life with us.” Steve said and you gasped when he instantly kissed your plump juicy natural looking pink lips, and you knew you were in love with them. You have always been.

“We fell in love with you at first sight on that post your mother made.” Eddie said and when Steve pulled away, he kissed you as well. Their bigger bodies wrapping all around you, making you feel like a little bug that they could squish.

“I love you both.” You confess when you pull away, your heart soaring into the sky. But they know a secret you don’t, another reason they bought you. They want you to know you were adopted by your mother, because…

You are also a lost princess from a city that no longer exists. Atlantis.

Your new life starts here.

happy april fools

[greenxgloss]

Can we get a bts fanboy headcanon?

BTS as Fanboys

themes: Idol!Reader, Gn!Reader, Fluff, angst

Gonna be completely honest im not sure if you wanted bts as fanboys or how bts interacts with their fanboys so I'm gonna do them as fanboys bc I feel like that's the more interesting of the two (I'm so so sorry if that's wrong in which case you can totally request it again and be more clear I would totally re-write it if I'm wrong)

Kim Seokjin

Jin definitely roasts other fans and claims to be a day 1 supporter.

"I literally knew them when they just posted covers online.

Jin buys all your merch, official and unofficial.

Jin spends hours watching fan-made edits of you.

Jin plays the Sims4 just to create you as a sim and then spoil your sim but forces it to write new music when you're on break/hiatus.

"Close enough. Welcome back, Y/N. When's the next album?"

Jin makes his own video compilations of your funny moments and then laughs at them for hours.

Proud of his obsession and talks about you when he doesn't know what else to talk about with new people.

Attends fan meets

Jin makes memes of the fandom's inside jokes

Min Yoongi

Yoongi buys all your albums (cd form, vinyl form etc.) just to have and collect

He writes fanfiction of you (series, one shots etc) mostly fluff but there is the occasional smutty fic, hyper erotic and juicy asf but still respectful.

He's secretly hugely infatuated but still keeps it subtle/ to himself

"Yeah their music is always in my playlists." with his usual kitten smile.

"Collaborating on something with them would be a huge accomplishment." Hed calmly reply to comments about you on weverse live.

Yoongi paints portraits of you/ makes tons of fan art but its not obvious that its fanart because he makes it look like regular everyday art.

Yoongi not only watches your interviews, he reads them, enjoying the articles far more than video interviews.

"they seem much more comfortable and open in the written interviews" hed say to himself

He's so delulu he learned all your rumoured favourite foods and how to cook them "just in case"

zones out thinking about the meanings behind your songs

Youre his celebrity crush

Yoongi doesn't attend fan meets or concerts because he a more lowkye/ private fan

just interact with the fandom

Jung heosok

Hobi writing remixes of your songs constantly

Hobi being the only one of the boys to actually be friends with you in real life

"can I get on a remix of your recent single?"

Gossiping with him about other idols

"did you hear about the scandal that group was in? they haven't even debuted yet." while tapping your hand before leaning back.

him still being a mega fan despite being friends with you

Having a yoongi and halsey dynamic

begging you to stream on weverse all the time just because he knows other fans want it just as bad.

"come on!! please just an hour. ill get you those cookies you really love.

reposting all your Instagram posts with sweet captions.

"bestie is looking so good!!!" with a ton of emojis

recreating your tiktok dances

also starts dance trends to your music and encourages people to jump on the trend

"I'll repost your video if you do this dance." big heart shaped smile.

Kim Namjoon

namjoon studies your lyrics, finds the double meanings and the word play

"reviews" and reacts to your music in YouTube videos

watches the countdown to your music being released on whatever platform (youtube, weverse etc.)

"supposedly the camera rig malfunctioned on set, that's why the camera is so shaky but they didn't re-shoot because it added to the windy scene" he'd say all jumpy and giddy like a kid on a sugar rush

has your autograph framed from the one and only time he met you

namjoon was very flustered and shy when he met you

"oh uh yeah I love your music and the double meanings in your last song."

gushes about the cinematography in your music videos

Namjoon writes questions he'd ask you if he got to interview you

Watches movies and tags you as characters that remind him of you

Park Jimin

Loves to let your music play while he's doing something and then harmonizes with your vocals

buys Vip tickets to all your events

posts your lyrics on social media

"this part omg!!!"

One time you smiled at him in the crowd and he freaked out and bragged about it for months

"they totally smiled at me last night"

"do you think they remember me from the fan meet last month?"

he's constantly talking with other fans

jimin makes bracelets with letter beads that spell your name or album names

jimin copies your makeup just because he thinks you're the picture of beauty purely in a view of admiration

he views you like greek statues.

"wow- their cheekbones-" he'd say in awh, face right up to the screen while he held a mirror and makeup brush in hands.

Kim Taehyung

requests your songs at parties and other events

begs the guys to do a cover of your songs on stage

name drops you in interviews and is always talking about you in his own interviews

has a huge crush on you and will say so proudly

"they're so pretty. Y/n if you see this, call me." with a sly smirk on his face, completely disregarding the uproar it would cause with army

Taehyung gets super shy when you say his name

Being shy despite being so confident when he talks about you in interviews

"uh- oh- the new song- yeah." while giggling

apologizing profusely when you tease him about the interviews when he comes to fan meets

Jeon Jungkook

Jungkook would write a song about you that's how down bad he is

Posts on social media in hopes you see it

Kook argues with taehyung about thinking he'd treat you better given the chance

argues with jin about being a bigger fan

picks out his outfits to coordinate with yours

kook hopes to run into you at award shows

stalks your fanpages

reads yoongis fanfiction about you

probably is the more devoted fan among the other members

sings your songs all the time, in the car, shower, while cooking, etc.

the only one of the boys that talks to you confidently

"Your style is amazing, I take inspiration all the time." while standing up straight and s soft confident smile on his lips, eye contact unwavering.

but he would never admit that he's written and released songs about you

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sorry this took so long i was trying to get all the requests in order! i hope these were up to par hcs are usually very rushed. if you'd like something more detailed or even full drabbles id totally be down to do that. if you wanna be tagged in future works to be notified when I've posted a fic please fill out the taglist form linked below along with the masterposts

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[euphorajeon]

'make it right' with jk for the 1k celebration pleeeaaaasssseeee 🫶

light of the morning

— request: jeongguk + make it right - bts

— pairing: jk x f. reader

— genre: fluff, angst

— word count: 2.7k

— warnings/tags: idol!jk, college student!oc, mild angst, they're best friends, insecurities and self-doubt thoughts.

— summary: in the eternal night that seems endless, jeongguk finds his peace in the light of the morning.

— author's note: hi anon! thanks for requesting :) summary is obviously inspired by the lyrics of make it right, which i used as the general inspiration for the story. i hope it doesn't stray too far from what you had in mind, hehe. enjoy!

a continuation of opposite of sun. i suggest to read that first before reading this!

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‘Jeongguk Takes Over Times Square With a Surprise Performance’

‘Massive Crowd Gathers In Times Square for a Jeongguk Surprise Performance’

‘Jeongguk Surprises Times Square Crowd With a Free Concert’

It’s been a day since Jeongguk’s surprise performance at Times Square, and the media headlines praising his performance just keep flooding in. In the articles, there were no flaws in his performance. Impeccable. Perfect. The media especially highlighted the way his fans only got a 30-minute notice before the performance, yet they were able to fill up the streets of Times Square. They were loud, singing along to his songs word for word, and Jeongguk is so proud.

The praises didn’t only come from online articles, they also came from the radio hosts and interviewers who were lined up in Jeongguk’s schedule today. It’s refreshing to answer questions outside of the usual ‘What’s your favorite food to eat in the US?’ and about his surprise performance instead. Jeongguk is grateful that his manager, Namjoon, scheduled these interviews after the performance instead of before it.

“Do I have any more interviews for today?” Jeongguk asks Namjoon, peeking at the clock on his phone. It’s only a little after seven in the evening. He knows it’s a silly question to ask, already knowing the answer by the look on Namjoon’s face.

“You have two more, actually,” Namjoon answers regardless. “Plus taping for two songs for one of them. I thought you knew this already?”

“Uh, yeah, just making sure.” Jeongguk clears his throat, eyes still on his phone.

“You’ve been checking your phone a lot today. Something wrong?” Namjoon inquires, a worried look replacing the duh one he had on his face earlier.

“No. Everything’s okay.”

Yes, something is very wrong.

It’s been more than a day since he video-called you, a little over a day since his performance at Times Square, and little less than a day since he texted you the YouTube link of said performance. In that time frame, his phone is completely void of any notification from you. No texts, no calls, even no tweets or an Instagram DM. You’ve been totally silent and it’s starting to get on his nerves. Why are you leaving him in the dark?

“You sure? You look like you want to punch someone.”

What he wants is praise from you! No, he doesn’t want it, he needs it. All the flowery words from the media and radio hosts mean nothing if he hasn’t heard one from you. Ever since he started his singing career, your opinion has always been one of the first ones he seeks. Without it, he’s lost. Left wondering whether his performance deserved the accolades, or they were only for his pretty face.

“Jeongguk, we’re here. Put a mask on and smile. You can worry about your best friend later,” Namjoon says the moment the car comes to a stop in the parking lot of a building somewhere in New York. Jeongguk looks at him as he’s getting off the vehicle, confused. His manager throws him a small smile. “Don’t look like that, it’s kinda obvious you’re thinking about her.”

“I haven’t heard from her since yesterday, hyung,” Jeongguk sighs. “I have the right to be worried.”

“You’re not the only one with stuff to do, you know? Maybe she’s busy too. I’m sure she’s fine,” Namjoon tries to reassure him. “Give her a call after this, to ease your mind.”

Namjoon is right. You’re probably busy juggling midterms and your part-time job back home. The chasm he felt yesterday opens back up, gaping to remind him that you two are worlds apart. Superstar Jeongguk who replies to texts in seven business days has no right demanding a reply from a regular college student after only one day.

Two more interviews. Two more songs to perform. Then he can hear your voice, see your face, and everything is going to be okay again.

Jeongguk finishes his schedule for the day a little after 1 AM. He tries to call you in the car, on the way back to his hotel. No answer. Tries again when he reaches his hotel room. Then tries again after he showered and changed into comfortable clothes to sleep in.

Ten missed calls.

Jeongguk goes to sleep with a dark cloud in his mind, completely restless.

In the morning, when the sun is already up—the way the moon is in Seoul, where you are—Jeongguk cracks his eyes open to stare at the ceiling in his room, his heart still heavy with worry. Also heavy is his head when he sits up on his huge hotel bed, likely due to his tossing and turning in his sleep all night. It doesn’t help that his lockscreen is still void of notifications labeled with your name. You’ve been MIA for almost two full days. Where are you?

He sends seven more bubbles in your chatroom, a sigh slipping past his lips when the tiny word under the blue bubble only reads delivered. He’s on his last thread of hope when he clicks on your contact picture to video call you, and that thread snaps when all he’s staring at on the screen is his own puffy and tired face.

Maybe he should order some breakfast. Get something to munch on, pry his mind away from the thought of you and what you’re up to in a country far, far away from where he is. He hopes you’re okay. He hopes you aced that midterm you were up until three to study for (although you spent the good part of the last hour talking to him on FaceTime). He hopes you’re eating well and not some instant cup ramyeon or shitty take-out from the Chinese place by your apartment that you frequent because it’s cheap.

After skimming through the room service menu, Jeongguk places an order of breakfast enough to feed five people. (What? He needs his energy. And a distraction.) The kind hotel staff who took his order informed him that his food will be ready in around 20 minutes. Good. Plenty of time to track his schedule for today and not think about you. (So much for a distraction.)

As it turns out, his itinerary for today is not packed with work schedule. Namjoon had only written ‘Explore’ along with a note to bring the camera noona who usually follows Jeongguk around to film all of his adventures as an idol. Said “adventure” is typically limited to dressing rooms of music shows, though. Oh, maybe Namjoon wants him to stroll around the city and make a vlog out of it, give his fans a little peek of what he does in his down time in New York.

In order to do that, he has to shower, get dressed, and maybe get his makeup done. He definitely needs to get his hair done, though, there’s no way he’s going out with this bird nest atop his head. Or maybe he could go natural, let his hair breathe for the day. Namjoon said it makes him look like a college boyfriend, and apparently, his fans love the look. Throw some hoodie and jeans on, and Jeongguk would be ready to go to class with you.

Ah, you again.

His mindless scrolling on Twitter in procrastination halts, the words on his phone not registering as his mind goes back to you. What would it feel like to go to class with you? To watch your focused face in class, trying to absorb knowledge from the professor? To be there next to you, answer your question whenever you struggle to grasp a concept? To be your college boy—

A knock on his door interrupts his thoughts.

Jeongguk stills, waits for the shout of room service! to follow, but it never comes. The clock on his phone tells him it’s only been 10 minutes since he ordered breakfast, so maybe it’s not room service after all. Maybe it’s a staff member, coming to tell him to get ready for the day.

As Jeongguk makes his way to the door, come some more knocks, this time more tentative than the one prior. Before he could reach the door, the person on the other side speaks.

“Jeongguk..?” It sounds muffled by the door, but the voice rings familiar in his ears. It’s the voice he last heard almost two days ago, via a video call connection between New York and Seoul. Could it be? No, it couldn’t … right?

Jeongguk’s eyes are right in front of the peephole just as the voice sounds again: “It’s me, Bun…”

There, in front of his hotel door, stands a girl 15 centimeters shorter than him, dressed in black jeans and her favorite sage green sweater, with a lump of black fabric hanging off her left arm. A faded black baseball cap sits on her head, so faded it looks almost navy. When she finally looks up to peek at the peephole, Jeongguk loses his breath.

It’s you. It’s really you.

Jeongguk is so stunned that he’s frozen in place, just staring at your confused expression that slowly morphs into one of anxiety.

“Did Namjoon give me the wrong room number..?” you mumble, fishing your phone out of your pocket.

Jeongguk has never yanked a door open that hard in his life.

You tear your eyes away from your phone, jumping in surprise at the sudden movement. His eyes lock with yours, and the shock on your face melts into a smile.

“Hi!”

You’re obviously exhausted, having just got off a 14-hour flight from Seoul, moving 13 timezones backward, seeing the sun when you’re supposed to see the moon. But the way you beam at him is full of glee, your eyes bright despite the obvious fatigue. Jeongguk is mesmerized.

Wordlessly, he reaches for your shoulders to pull you into a hug. They feel more prominent than the last time he hugged you, and he doesn’t know whether it’s from your haphazard eating schedule or just … time. He doesn’t remember when he last gave you a hug. Doesn’t remember the last time he saw you in the flesh like this.

“You just woke up, didn’t you?” you say from somewhere near his collarbone.

“Maybe,” Jeongguk mumbles. “Maybe not. I feel like I’m still dreaming.”

“Up in the clouds, are we?” you chuckle. “Well, if you’re done dreaming then maybe we could come in? Backpack’s starting to hurt my shoulders.”

It’s right at that second that Jeongguk just realizes the huge backpack hanging off your small frame. The poor bag is bursting at the seams, like it’s gonna comically explode if you even try to unzip it. Jeongguk closes his fingers around the small handle on top, testing the weight.

“Did you fit your whole life into this? Why is it so heavy?” he complains, immediately untangling your arms from his body so he can slide the backpack off you and onto him instead. “I feel like I’m about to do the 20 kilometers march in the military.”

“Hah! Try navigating JFK with that on your shoulders. It’s way harder than the military,” you huff, following Jeongguk into his hotel room.

He sets your backpack down on one of the couches, turning around to get answers to a thousand questions in his head, but pauses when he sees you’re still standing by the door. Your eyes are scanning the room slowly, stopping at Jeongguk to look at him with an unreadable expression on your face.

“What?” Jeongguk says.

“It’s huge,” you say. “The room, I mean. They usually are in your vlogs, but it’s different seeing it in person.”

This could turn into another conversation about their differences quickly, but Jeongguk is not in the mood to deal with distance today. For once, you’re an arms-length away from him. He doesn’t want to fuck this up and send you back to KST, 13 timezones away.

“Eh, I think your backpack is bigger.” He shrugs. Safe route, for now. “What do you have inside that bag, really?”

“My brick ass laptop, thank you,” you say sarcastically, finally going deeper into the room just to give your backpack a protective hug. “Still have a midterm to finish and submit here.”

“You still have midterms and you’re here in New York?” Jeongguk gapes. “Why?”

“Because you asked me to be here,” you state like it’s obvious. “Well, not like that, but you looked so sad on our last video call that I booked a flight here as soon as we hung up the call. Didn’t really realize the weight of it until I was watching your performance with Yeseo and I blurted out that I bought a ticket to New York and how maybe it was a stupid thing to do on a whim like that. She looked at me like I was stupid and said I should totally go. So. Here I am.”

If selective hearing is a sin, then Jeongguk would be guilty because he heard nothing beyond the part where you said you were watching his performance.

“You watched my performance?” He parrots his thoughts. “But you said you would have been asleep…”

“No sleep is worth my best friend’s sadness.” You throw him a small smile. “Actually, Yeseo set an alarm for it. And then I went to have the midterm with a terrible headache because I didn’t get enough sleep. But it’s worth it, the performance was amazing. You did great on that stage.”

“I did great…?”

At this point, Jeon Jeongguk should change his name to Parrot Jeongguk, because all he ever does is just repeat things he heard. First his thoughts, now you.

“Yes, of course you did great, Jeongguk. Wasn’t it obvious, the way your fans were screaming their lungs out for you?”

I only wanted to hear it from you, Jeongguk thinks. The media headlines and praises from the radio hosts and interviewers flash in his mind, all positive feedback for his performance, yet still planted a seed of doubt in his mind. It caused an ugly darkness to settle in his mind, one that worsened with every call you didn’t pick up.

“Why’d you ghost me, then?”

Way to ruin this moment, Jeon Jeongguk.

“I didn’t mean to, I’m sorry. Between catching up on sleep and rushing for the flight, I just didn’t have the time to look at my phone at all. Also, I was on the plane? It takes a long time to get here from Korea if you didn’t know.”

“So it’s not because my performance is bad?”

You get up from your position on the couch to grip him on the shoulders, your nails digging into the material of his t-shirt. You have to strain your neck to be able to look him in the eyes, but you hold his gaze firmly like the position doesn’t hurt you at all.

“Jeon Jeongguk, listen to me. Your performance was great, you looked handsome, your singing was on-point, your high note was awesome, your dancing was super cool, and the crowd was really loud. I don’t know what kind of validation you seek, but I personally think everything about your performance was perfect.”

Yours. I only want your validation.

Slowly, the darkness in his mind begins to disperse, replaced by this warm beam of light piercing through the clouds. It settles in his mind like a blanket, protecting him from any more bad thoughts. He thinks it’s because of you, bringing light wherever you go. Can that light be shared with him? Will he glow from the inside out if he connects his lips with yours? Why does he want to lock lips with you?

“Jeongguk, are you okay? You look like you’re floating in the clouds again.”

Yeah. No. I want to press my lips against yours. Can I?

Three knocks sound from the door. And then: room service!

Jeongguk clears his throat (and his mind along with it.)

“Do you want to explore New York with me after we have breakfast?”

Jeongguk might want more, and he might be ready to admit it. After all, the light to his darkness is here. If not now, then when?

“Sure, it’ll be a fun best friend adventure!”

…maybe some other time.

a/n: thank you for reading! i'm planning to have a part 3 of this but let's see if i can actually find the time to write it ahah

[biancasaidstfu]

Since their Twitter days, Luke and Nicola knew people were shipping them, their social media interaction was flirty/cute. During the WT we saw that in person. That man did not care he was in a relationship with Jade to stop the shipping discussion (I also think at that time the shipping ok, it was not as invasive as now). I think at some point they would have crossed paths even if they weren't on Bton as they admitted they have mutual friends. Luke and Nicola are part of each other's lives and just because we don't see them interacting online like before we know they're still close. She knew all the concerts he attended, she knows that man's shirt size to be able to buy stuff for him and um...she bakes crumble for him so good he sounds like he'll get an orgasm just thinking about it. He bought her a camera, obviously to buy that he had to pay close attention to know what she likes. He messaged her 1st on her birthday which means he was probably waiting until the clock struck 12.00 to send her bday wishes. This was info they volunteered to tell us.

They also text outside of work a lot, again info they told us. They may not have spoken about the amount of in person interaction they have as they know the fans will want more especially if they want that part of their friendship/relationship to be private. I guess some folks missed the look in their eyes when they posted the S4 selfie. That wasn't acting at all that was a love for each other that was built overtime with trust and understanding.

The interview with Claudia and Nicola when they spoke about their preference for friends to lovers/enemies to lovers and they chose friends to lovers, Claudia then said "it worked out for you and me". Nicola clearly got thrown off guard because she was probably thinking the fans will get too much personal info. I mean come on, the cast and film crew get giddy when speaking about the 2 of them not only as Polin but as Luke and Nicola. They know both of them have that bond and that is something that is unique to them. The cast doesn't speak about the other couples and get giddy like they do with Nicola and Luke. Not saying there is no chemistry with the other couples but you can tell they see and Nicola and Luke differently. The BTS footage shows how they're a natural pull towards each other during moments of filming and when they were just hanging around waiting to start filming. For people to find issues with their relationship to prove a "beefing" point is really nonsense.

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[fiamat12]

Just a question….not sure if you or one of our fellow tribe will know. This is my first Polin week and therefore Polin Day, so not sure of how last year the Polin team engaged. But is it me or was there an incredible amount of acknowledgment and content from the team. Bridgerton, Netflix in various countries Tudum, Nic and Luke, Jack, Ryan and MUA all acknowledging Polin Day. It was on TT, IG, X and YouTube as well as some articles. Is it normal? Or are we having a particularly good year? Do you think this is building to something?

I answered this in a previous ask about how L and N engaged last year during Polin week.

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As for online content, I think it seems like there's a lot because shippers are tracking it. BTON Netflix really only did one post as they did for Kanthony in March (S2 release date) and they historically do a post for Pen's bday. YouTube has alot of content in general because Polin had a promo tour unlike they've been able to have in previous years because of Covid...

RW also had an uptick since S3 ended because fans felt they didn't show enough Polin so he fed fans w/ alot of bts. As for Netflix, they tend to engage per demand, imo. They've always posted alot of BTON, alot of S3 since it's the recent season, and alot of JB as he's a hot commodity rn. They used to post Rege & Phoebe until they were no longer a part of BTON.

JM has always posted BTON and QC, too. He's been in much of the Polin bts footage, so that's why I think you see him posting recently. Does he have a special affinity for L & N ? It seems so. They've been around for 5 yrs. and that counts for something, I'd think. ⏬️

So in answer to your last question, I don't think it's a concerted effort to build toward something for Lukola. What you MAY see - and what we've seen before- is something from their PR teams or stylists. It was L's groomer MD who helped hint toward a Lukola reconciliation in Aug. of last year and N's stylist HB who posted L's hands in Oct. 🤷🏼‍♀️🤷🏼‍♂️

We'll just have to sit back and relax, because when they want us to know we'll know. The Easter eggs aren't subtle and/ or a flat out launch will happen! Or they'll get papped 😞

[kanmom51]

Like Crazy - new insights

*This is a reposting of my latest reblog due to issues with that specific post.

***This has been sitting in my drafts since April 2023!!!

This is the post I reblogged and the basis to my own post.

Yep. I had some of a post written way back in April 2023, but the pieces just didn't come all together for me.

After Muse's release and specifically after the BTB yesterday where JM discussed Who, Muse and the lyrics, we also saw the change made to Who's lyrics from "you" to "she" things started to clear up for me. But then, a friend also shared a picture of the original lyrics of Like Crazy, which were subsequently altered before recording. We discussed these changes and I now feel that this is it! This is the missing piece to my post.

I mostly left what I wrote over a year ago in tact, adding the missing pieces to this puzzle that makes this post with what I feel is a little more insight into Like crazy.

Needless to say, these are my opinions, how I see the lyrics, the ones that made the cut and the ones that stayed in JM's lyrics journal.

So, let's get started:

Here I was thinking I'm the only one who was seeing this...

I do hope I'm reading this right, before going off motormouth about something that maybe isn't what is being said, but to hell with it, this is something I've been thinking too and I'm just gonna come out and say it.

We're all over 18 here right?

This is a subject we can talk about?

The more I listen to this song, the more I think it to be true too.

First of all, before starting off, I want to link this ask:

**Shock and awe... "she" wasn't part of the original lyrics for Like Crazy . Colour me surprised to learn the same is true with Who (even though JM didn't actually write the song himself). Oh, and if we are on that subject already, how not surprising to see the process of writing the song with John Billion, who happens to be one of the writers of SNTY as well (me sitting here thinking of several words and references that could have been somehow suggested and inserted into the song. No idea who (nah, I'm telling lies, I know exactly who). How shocking (NOT) to see that the artist actually had input with the song lyrics of which he is not credited in writing.

Again, the depth of the song, the layers to the song and the multiple interpretations too.

JM told us this song is about him struggling. He told us he was going through a period where he was drinking too much. He was finding fulfillment in ways other than performing, as performing is part of him, he is a performer, someone who needs the stage to express himself. The stage is where he is at peace, the stage being a piece of him that he was missing.

We saw his outburst of emotions in the first day of MOTS ON:E (that was my first experience of BTS and he literally broke my heart - and later seeing him being mocked for it infuriated me).

This was October 2020, around 6 months into the pandemic. The uncertainty. This is their first online performance and from there until Muster another 9 months go by. We know from Festa 2022 that the pandemic screwed up all of their plans. The uncertainty, working on and releasing BE and then Butter and PTD everything leading up to the PTD online concert, a year after MOTS ON:E. For those that performing is their life, standing in front of an audience and giving it their all, it's a hard pill to swallow. The unknown, if they will ever get back to perform on stage in front of a live audience, when this is who they are, their essence, it can be unbearable. JM wasn't the only performer to go through this. It's just that he shared this with us. He showed us his pain and vulnerability and was mocked for it by many. Shame on them!!!

So, again, JM told us with Like Crazy, that he was filling in that hole. Alcohol was mentioned by him specifically. But listening to the song, I think it's quite clear that sex was a very big part of it as well. Looking for that rush, that high. It's clear as day, for me anyway, in the lyrics.

(I think we could last forever I'm afraid that everything will disappear Just trust me)

[Verse 1] She's saying Baby, don't think about it There's not a bad thing here tonight Baby, you can leave it Stay with me until today

[Verse 2] Watch me go Wet me all night (Away) And morning too Don't come if you're drunk

In this loud music It fades me It's a drama-like story I'm get used to it Have you come far to find me that you used to know? Yeah, I know You know, I know (Ooh)

[Chorus] I'd rather be Lost in the lights Lost in the lights I'm outta my mind It holds to the end of this night Every night You spin me up high The moon that embraces you Let me have a taste

[Post-Chorus] Give me a good ride (Oh, I'm fallin', I'm fallin', I'm fallin') It's gon' be a good night (Oh, I'm fallin') Forever you and I

[Interlude] Mmm-hmm Yeah, hey Mmm-hmm Ooh-woah Mmm-hmm Mmm-hmm (Forever, you and I)

[Verse 3] Me reflects in the mirror I'm going crazy without hesitation I'm feelin' so alive, wasting time

I'd rather be Lost in the lights Lost in the lights I'm outta my mind It holds to the end of this night Every night You spin me up high The moon that embraces you Let me have a taste

[Post-Chorus] Give me a good ride (Oh, I'm fallin', I'm fallin', I'm fallin') It's gon' be a good night (Oh, I'm fallin') Forever you and I

[Outro] This will break me This is gonna break me (Break me) No, don’t you wake me (Wake me) I wanna stay in this dream, don't save me Don't you try to save me (Save me) I need a way we (Way we) I need a way we can dream on (On, on, on)

Those are the lyrics he recorded.

But you see, there were changes made to the lyrics he was working on originally, and we got to see some of them.

This specifically:

Reading this draft and the final ones there are a few things that just fall into place for me (and I'd think for anyone that reads them), loud and clear:

First of all, obviously JM is singing about drinking too much alcohol. If the final lyrics hinted to losing himself in alcohol, the draft lyrics are ever so clear regarding that point.

Second of all, the sex. I think JM was pretty straight forward using the wording he was using. "Give me a good ride" can be other things, if you twist it around to try and explain it away, but bottom line, those lines within the context of the lines in the draft, like "just go turn off the light, you and me..." not to mention the whole chorus, to me the reference is obvious.

Next, I talked about the many references to JK in this song in this post:

This is all also relevant when it comes to my next point being the fact that to me it's clear that JM wrote this song referencing a special someone with whom he shares a high level of intimacy. A special someone that was there by his side when JM was struggling. A special someone that was struggling seeing JM going through everything he was.

To that person JM wrote (in the draft): "oh baby don't you cry, just wanna see your smile..."

These lines, they were too much. Too obvious. Too intimate. And they were left out probably because of just that.

So JM went with other lines. A little less obvious perhaps, and yet still very telling. The finale of the song:

No, don’t you wake me (Wake me) I wanna stay in this dream, don't save me Don't you try to save me (Save me) I need a way we (Way we) I need a way we can dream on (On, on, on)

Now, you could claim that the song is about an inner struggle. JM struggling with himself, talking to himself, and yes, that could very much be part of the message JM, the king of layering, is going for. But see, that's exactly the point. JM is the king of layering, of having several meanings and messages within his lyrics and creations. And this is not different. There is no mistaking the reference to another person, not JM himself, in the lyrics. The way he uses the "you" in the lyrics, at times could pass as you being the alcohol, at times the you being himself in the mirror, but at times it's clearly a third party he is talking to. Especially in that finale to the song, that someone that wants to lift him out of that stupor he is in, to wake him up, to save him, when he is unwilling, not ready to accept that help just yet (same person he asks not to cry, knowing that he is making them sad). There are also the clear JK references in this song. The "you are me I am you" being the loudest of them all.

But JM being JM, he showed us in his own way what this song was about, opening up and allowing us to see his drafts.

And then he gave us Letter. Hidden, and private and intimate. Addressed not to us, but to that person that was always there by his side, that person he addresses in Like Crazy telling him "forever you and I". Now, in Letter, being in a better, healthier place, he can repeat the sentiment of them together forever. A sentiment JK had mentioned in the past (omg, that was so very awkward).

And now using lines like : "I sincerely hope we are forever" and "But don’t forget that we’re always together"...

The lyrics, the sentiments, the drafted lyrics that never made it, like the use of "Dangshin", I have talked about it all. Letter was for JK. Period.

When seeing Like Crazy again, the lyrics, the struggle, the person by his side, the intimacy, and Letter, I'm kind of thinking that not only is Letter a love ode to JK. That is stating the obvious. But it's also JM's acknowledgement and thank you to that person that stood by his side in his most difficult of times.

JK.

Bottom line:

Like crazy is about JM struggling and self medicating with alcohol and sex.

It's personal about himself, his struggles, but also includes a person that is there by his side, one he is highly intimate with, one who is there with him together. That person is there, spending the nights with him, in that escape world JM created for himself. Sad seeing JM struggle, trying to find a way to help JM out of that pit but being unable to do so, staying by JM's side all the same.

We know who that person is.

Same person he addresses Letter to.

[wildandarranged]

ilysm (i love yoongi so much)

[lukolabrainrot]

Calm theory anon here again!! Lord knows I'm exhausted of this little girl but I wanted to touch on what all we have seen since Italy Birthday trip and Lukes recent like. 1. It was reported by someone who took a photo with Luke at the airport that he was alone. Meaning he flew back by himself. Rumor that he left two days before 2. We got radio silence from the group for a while. 3. Rory unfollowed sienna then it was reported on by the fan pages and then he followed her back. 4. Sienna unfollowed Jack Vine (this is the guy that Luke stays with when he didn't have a house) then it was reported on by the fan pages and she followed him back. The last couple days she's unfollowed him again. 5. Charmaine reposted on TikTok about NDA👀 6. Rory takes a trip with his mom. 7. Sienna likes a post of Hannah Dodd and Nicola from fashion week. 8. Sienna hasn't liked any type of photos of A since early August nor did she like that last Luke post. Now with all this information I'm sure we all can come up with some conclusions. I do think that Luke set up some type of NDA which in my opinion was necessary. We have to remember that Luke's management team is actually a very well-known and establish team this was told to me by people in the PR field. He doesn't have newbies. Now I'm sure that pissed a lot of his friends off. It made them keep quiet about things that they might not have wanted to be quiet about. We clearly see something going on. Now Luke liking A stuff. it was 10 1/2 hours after she posted on her grid with a story posted after four hours of the photos being live. Now the posting to her stories of the grid picture is a new thing. That didn't start till after Italy. What does that tell me? She knows that his notifications for her has been probably turned off. So in order for him to see her photos, she would have to post it in her story which he most likely watches those. This particular photo wasn't liked until after Nicola posted at the concert. I don't believe in coincidences. He got a notification that Nicole posted. Then he went online afterwards watching Nicola story. Now who to say it's not part of his NDA that he has with her that. But as I was thinking about all of this today, one of the interviews that Nic and Luke came to mind. When they were discussing red flags. And one of the questions was keeping up with an ex. Nic said something like I feel that how you speak of your ex says a lot about you or something like that. Remember, Luke listens to every single thing that Nikola has said. She's the one person in this world that he remembers how they met down to the chairs they had sat on. So he would remember stuff like this. So it could be an NDA thing or it could be him trying to be civil with his ex. Regardless of the like which does not tell you anything. The only thing that tells me is she is desperate for that like. She has to put it in her story so that he will see it, she wants that like so bad that she's doing something she never had to do before. Why does she want the like so bad? Because she can control the fandom. Every time Luke likes this girls picture people spiral. it's like on a photo. He's not commenting on it. He's not giving her heart eyes. He's not sharing it to his stories. He liked the picture. We don't know the reason why and we will never know. All I'm saying there is a lot going on BTS that's clearly evident by how they're all moving. We just gotta wait for Nicola to speak more. Remember, her voice should always outshine this girl's voice. Nicola has given us all hints that something more is happening. Let's trust her please

As always, love your thoughts and theories!

Here are some additional theories/thoughts I have about the SM events from today. Disclaimer: These are just my thoughts and interpretations based on all the publicly available information I have seen recently. So please do not take this as 100% fact!

N didn't post her Chappell Roan story until almost midnight her time

L THEN preceded to like A's post approximately 30 minutes after N's CR story- which at that point was technically the day AFTER A made her post

So my little delulu theory is that N went home to L after the concert with her besties, they cuddled up and caught up, N posted her story, this made L log on to IG and prompted him to do his obligatory like of miss A's post after seeing A's story

Some additional notes/thoughts:

Even if N DIDN'T go home to L, all of the available information Calm Theory Anon and I have laid out here tells me this. L DOES NOT HAVE NOTIFICATIONS ON FOR A AND IS NOT PAYING ATTENTION TO WHAT SHE IS POSTING. L IS DOING THIS WITH N THOUGH.

He also liked A's post within a really short time of N's CR story. Now, the only thing this definitively says is that L/N were on their IG accounts around the same period of time. But this was around 12:30 AM their time. It was pretty late at night, and like it's just an interestingggg coincidence if L/N were separate and just both getting on SM around the same time at that time at night. We also know N tends to go on SM when she is getting ready for bed (N has said this). And she posted the CR story around the time she most likely was getting home from the concert. I think there are just a lot of signs/clues pointing that L/N were together around midnight their time. And L was NOT at the CR concert, so that means she would have met up with L AFTER the concert. And if she was meeting L after the concert at that time at night, they were probably with each other the rest of the night. So this is what leads me to believe that N went home to L OR L got the notification for N's story and got on SM and saw A's story. The timing of it all is just very interestingggg to me 🤔

Lastly, A had to essentially BEG L for this like. Why does L still have to like her posts? I have no definitive answer. My thoughts are it's some sort of contractual agreement. Regardless, these likes have no direct indication of L/A's relationship BTS. If I look at the full picture of EVERYTHING, all the signs indicate that L/N are spending more time together (or just since August decided to start publicly hinting to the fandom that they are spending a lot of time together). And all the signs point to L/A not being on good terms, and that there was some sort of rupture in L's friend group around the Italy bday trip.

These are just my thoughts though. What does everyone else think?

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[brights-place]

Hii! I saw one of your posts and I was wondering if you could do headcannons with john dory and/or branch with a Bounty Hunter troll s/o? Maybe part of K-Pop if that's okay! Thank you! :D

Branch and John Dory dating an K-POP S/O

Pairings: Branch X Reader, JD X Reader (Seperate)

Warnings: None

A/N: OMG YESSS As always Broppy will not be cannon if I'm doing an X Branch unless it's an poly relation ship with branch and poppy! Anyways I had fun writing for the K-POP trolls CAUSE THEY ARE SO COOL! I had another request for K-Pop trolls for john dory so I'd write that too ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ♡

John Dory

- You guys met when poppy was inviting the sub genres to pop village to show them pop music since it was their turn to show around the different genres of their style of music

- John dory was suppose to be helping sort out different sub genres when it came to you and the K-pop group he paused and stared at you and your group

- You appearance was gorgeous you had an unique texture to your silver-colored bodies which gives off a glossy rainbow chrome effect - you had an voluminous f/c hair swept to the side above their right eye with a smaller tuft of hair above your left ear and wearing a glossy leotard of matching colors you fit in with your group well but you stood out to him. - Your thick eyeshadow of different colors and how you glowed made him stare at you as Wani tried to get his attention to help sort out the groups - Stared at you as you glanced at him giggling before leaving with your group as John Dory walked over to branch to ask about your group

- “The K-pop group? Oh there just pop but in Korean… it’s horrifying aswell how good they are” Branch mumbled “Thanks Bitty B!” - He saw you again when he was gonna preform to show some of Pop music to you all he noticed how you stared at him the whole time how you smiled and glanced to your K-pop group who nodded together and you all quietly in sync danced abit with the music

- After the show he walked up to you and asked you about yourself to get to know you better while Wani, Ari, Kim-Petit, Gomdori, and Baby Bun were giggling and leaving you two alone - John dory walked over with an smile that made you blush slightly on your slightly shiny skin as you two shook hands "I'm JD it's nice to meet you?" "(name)! My name is (Name)" you said smiling as he smiled "Your K-pop right?" You nodded as he asked questions and you'd answer them the two of you exchanging information - which soon turned to talking about other music and then turning to your own personal life's and things you likes - You went on an whole rant about your music genre telling him that K-pop was caracterized by catchy hooks, polished choreography, grandiose live performances, and impeccably produced music videos, K-pop including music by groups like BTS and BLACKPINK which where most popular and now frequently tops the Billboard charts, attracts a fiercely dedicated online following while you and your group were small you planned on going bigger. - You started to bond together and he asked if you can teach him some K-pop dances and he could let you go to all brozone concerts for free

- You were happy the deal worked out be he was even happier that you wanted to g see his concerts

- You two exchanged dances you even taught him your K-pop dance for one of your bands is songs 'Feel My Rhythm' which he loved so much - As an surprise he preformed it with his brothers on the concert as he posed and pointed an finger towards you playfully before going back to dancing

- You two would be laughing together back stage as you complimented him so much "John dory you put my bands song in your concert?" John dory smiled "we did an english version you translated it all for me thats why I wrote it down"

- You literally teared up "정말 친절해요!" you exclaimed hugging him as he blinked confused as Wani appeared from thin air and whispered to John dory "They said you were really kind" Wani soon ran off once again giggling

- He was slowly learning Korean just for you even though he absolute SUCKED at it you found it adorable

- You two slowly started to get comfortable with each other so sometimes you'd be staying over with him or he's staying over with you.

- Branch was going to grab John dory for rehearsel saying good morning to rhonda opening the door to see you sleeping in john dorys arms drooling and john dorys head on your neck sleeping aswell

- Branch literally deadpanned as poppy squealed so happily at the scene

- Denies he has feelings for you due to the fact your too good for him... like he fels bad that he even likes someone like you so he wanted to ignore you cause your too good for him

- You on the other hand get teased by Wani, Ari, Kim-Petit, Gomdori, and Baby Bun while practicing for an concert of yours - He was ignoring you which made you feel hurt so you invited him to your concert begging him to come after finding him and asking him to just go so he could just see you on stage

- Literally whipped for you so he 1000% agreed to hugging you and apologizing for ignoring you and you even asked for the others to come as well!

- When he went to the concert his eyes were wide when seeing you sing in Korean and dance happily as you noticed john dory in the crowd you grinned even wider dancing before posing while panting - He heard Better place being played along with his brothers and turned to you dancing and singing his parts made his eyes widened while he blushed an deep shade of blue as his brothers teased him - After the concert as usual you tackled him in an hug excitedly telling him you did what he did for you at his own concert with brozone

- You two grinned him holding your waist with your hands on his shoulders as you giggled happily as he chuckled looking down at you before you kissed eachother - The others cheered as Baby bun was shouting an "FINALLY!" so loud as you started to curse your friend out in Korean as john dory chuckled holding you back by your waist "사랑해요" You literally froze - Once he said that you literally tackled him once more to pepper his face with kisses for learning how to say 'I love you in Korean'

Branch

- Like with the reggaton trolls post I made Branch met you when you were with Wani, Ari, Kim-Petit, Gomdori, and Baby Bun  to take him to barb the queen of rock to save your music aka K-pop

- You were playful you stood out just like your other bounty hunter k-pop trolls. - You toyed with him the most like your friends before grabbing him quickly after you were moving quickly around the area and tying him up - You and your group stood out to him well but you stood out most with your appearance even if it was the same as the others - Your unique texture to your silver-colored bodies which gives off a glossy rainbow chrome effect. You had an voluminous f/c hair swept to the side above their right eye with a smaller tuft of hair above your left ear and wearing a glossy leotard of matching colors you fit in with your group well but you stood out to him. - Your thick eye shadow of different colors and how you glowed made him stare at you as Wani called him an crybaby and asking him if he was poppy - The Reggaton trolls appeared and Branch noticed how your grip on him tightened abit as you stared worriedly towards your fellow K-pop trolls who where smirking knowing who they where - When you started to dance unwrapping him quickly from the rope you started to dance while singing loudly and happily - In the dance battle with the reggaton trolls he noticed the fact you bopped your head and vibed a bit to the music made him slightly smile - Though you were the first one to listen to him when he brought up all music being saved as you turned to your group and back to looking at him as Tresi "Okay Pop troll were listening" Tresillo said crossing his arms turning to branch as You were whispering to Ari on how Tresillo sounded hot as an joke -When you hopped into the hot air balloon you greeted the reggaton trolls happily and asked about their genre while they asked about yours while you soon went to talk to branch right after grinning

- You asked him alot about himself, him giving blunt replies but he was quite shocked how there was another hyper like troll like you were talking to him you acted close like poppy but less hyper - You were laid back and asked him questions about pop village and asked if he knew about the other genres which he didn't so you happily explained your style and music - You went on an whole rant about your music genre telling him that K-pop was characterized by catchy hooks, polished choreography, grandiose live performances, and impeccably produced music videos just like normal pop but yours was more... Well more mixed with some styles! K-pop including music by groups like BTS and BLACKPINK which where most popular and now frequently tops the Billboard charts, attracts a fiercely dedicated online following while you and your group were small you planned on going bigger. (yes I added this again for branch cause YES I'M STILL INVESTED AND HAPPY! ABOUT FUCKING TROLLS!) - Branch nodded his head as he kept quiet but listened to you about all your rambling even asking questions if you could show some dance moves to him later - After saving all music and becoming in harmony he noticed you showing some random trolls K-pop and he joined in when seeing poppy rush over when seeing you dance

- You were hyper and bouncing and being playful with him as he was invested with your dancing and singing

- You started to bond together and he asked if you can teach him some K-pop dances and your language so he could talk shit if needed as an joke as you laughed and took his hand "Were best friends now!" "Wait what?"

- After awhile you two soon started to get close and talk alot together and would dance together. He'd sing songs you'd request if you sang some Korean songs as well

- You two would be seen together and when your apart it's only just for an few moments until one of you appear later

- Branch has gotten use to when you visit his bunker randomly and tackle him into an hug especially when he's drinking his coffee and gets surprised to see you on the kitchen counter when he turns around with your glittery figure

- He'd speak Korean to you to make you flustered which works very well for the both of you. Him seeing your blushing face and you hearing him speak Korean

- when you two are together and your speaking in Korean in annoyance or arguing with someone Poppy and the other pop trolls have to turn to each other then turn to branch who has to explain with an bored expression

- You two soon realized you acted more like an couple then friends in some moments so poppy had to force you two to get together

- Wani, Ari, Kim-Petit, Gomdori, and Baby Bun gave branch advice and tips on how to try date you

- you two started to date when you went to save floyd he introduced you as his partner as poppys jaw drop asking you when it happened and asked you to tell her everything but you had to tell her to be quiet

- When you saved floyd he shyly introduced you to his brothers as you waved hello as they questioned you about branch and your love life which you enjoyed as you got to tease your boyfriend and see hsi baby photos.

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GRACE TOUR DIARY: April 11th 2025, Seoul

Note: this is over 10k. I'm sorry for the delays but now you know why, this thing is a monster. I've linked the songs I used and the outfit that AI helped me create. Enjoy! Can’t wait to read your comments 😂

The Seoul Olympic Stadium stood proudly in the background of the morning news broadcast, where reporters captured scenes of dedicated ARMYs bundled in sleeping bags and tents, determined to be the first inside. The BTS tribute concert wasn’t set to begin for hours, but the excitement was already palpable. Tickets for the 90,000-seat event had sold out within minutes, and whispers swirled about the high-profile attendees: idols, actors, politicians, and even foreign dignitaries, all invited by the South Korean government. The statistics for ARMY in attendance showed a high level of Korean fans but also international, including Japanese, American, European and a few others from further afield. 

The lineup promised a night to remember, with performances from Tomorrow x Together, Seventeen, Stray Kids, IU and more. Naturally, BTS and their team as well as families would be in attendance, but the biggest mystery remained: where was Grace?

To the public, Grace had essentially vanished. Her last tour stop was in New York and her next stop wasn’t until April 17th, when she would appear on stage in Paris at the Accor Stadium. There were reports she had flown elsewhere, though no one knew where. Theories were rampant, but only a handful of insiders, including Seokjin, knew the truth. Grace’s appearance at the tribute concert was a closely guarded secret, executed with meticulous planning to keep even the rest of BTS in the dark.

It didn’t help when reports came in of Seokjin returning to Incheon Airport, with a suitcase in hand and looking tanned. Clearly, he had been on holiday and returned in time for the concert, but he hadn’t returned with Grace.

Speculation ran wild online. Social media exploded with conspiracy theories: some claimed she was in rehab, others that she was pregnant or recovering from surgery. A few even speculated she had died. None of them were even close.

The government had also kept quiet and with such a star-studded lineup, eager to redeem itself after the debacle in Busan, had spared no expense. While funding came from the state, HYBE and Big Hit had full control over the concert set list (with input from the boys) and creative direction, ensuring everything was perfect for the thousands in attendance and for the millions watching live.

Grace hadn’t had a very good night’s sleep. She didn’t know if it was nerves or worries or excitement—maybe it was a mix of all three—but she tossed and turned. In the end, rather than waking Seokjin with her bad night, she ended up on the couch with a mountain of blankets and pillows. Her cat, Min-ji, had judged her antics with a single glare before retreating to the spare bedroom.

The soft murmur of the television had been her only company as she drifted in and out of sleep. By 7 am, she admitted defeat, taking a scalding shower to wake herself up. By 9, she’d made breakfast - poached eggs, bacon, and toast - and completed a light workout to settle her nerves and get her joints ready for a long day. 

Seokjin found her in the living room, sipping tea while scrolling through her phone. He shuffled into the kitchen, squinting at the sunlight. “Rough night?” he grumbled, his voice thick with sleep.

“Try a mix of anxiety, nerves, excitement, and panic,” Grace replied without looking up, her fingers darting over the screen as she texted Sejin for updates.

Moments later, a response came through: Pick you up at noon. The stadium is ready. The crew arrived early this morning. Your rehearsal and soundcheck are at 1 p.m.

Letting out a long sigh, she tossed her phone onto the coffee table and leaned back, closing her eyes. “It feels different,” she admitted. “When we were touring, even now on my tour, everyone knew I was performing. This secrecy makes it... heavier.”

Seokjin, now equipped with iced coffee and looking more awake, joined her on the couch. “That’s the point,” he said with a small smile. “The reveal is going to hit harder because no one expects it.”

He wasn’t wrong, but that didn’t make the waiting any easier. Grace had crafted a careful narrative to keep everyone off the trail. Her short, cryptic message in the group chat—Delayed in New York. It’s been a nightmare getting home—had been enough to stop Jungkook from going AWOL. Sejin had done his part, adding another layer of reassurance for the rest of the group: She’s working hard, and we’re all trying to get to Seoul as quickly as possible.

But now, the charade was almost over. By 6pm, the truth would be out. Grace would face the dramatic fallout of BTS’s teasing and complaints, but for now, all she could do was focus on the task ahead.

“Sejin-oppa will pick me up at noon,” Grace said, breaking the silence. “What about you? What’s your schedule?”

Seokjin leaned back, nursing his coffee. “Meeting the guys at the company around three for makeup, hair, and another briefing. Then we head to the venue around 4:30 for the red carpet and... waiting.”

Grace nodded, her nerves still humming. By the end of the night, everything would change. But for now, it was just another morning.

The morning slipped away in a haze of nerves and preparation. Grace triple-checked her bag as if she hadn’t packed it the night before, to make sure everything was in there - rehearsal outfit, outfit to get changed into after the performance, Seokjin’s lunch he had prepared for her and even a few snacks for the hours of waiting she anticipated. Speaking of the man in question, he had returned from his shower a few minutes ago and was now lounging on the couch, scrolling through his phone but Grace could tell he was keeping an eye on her.

“Relax,” he said finally, setting his phone down. “You’ve performed these songs a thousand times before.”

“Not like this,” Grace sighed, zipping up her bag with more force than necessary. “I’m not performing it with seven other people, I’m doing some of the songs on my own as well as staying in the centre spot, doing all the choreography and on top of that, it’s a secret performance dedicated to all of us. The whole world is watching and the rest of the group doesn’t even know.”

Seokjin laughed, leaning back with an air of practised calm. “Well when you put it like that,” he paused and caught the look on her face. “You’ll be fine. And besides, the look on their faces when they see you will be worth it.”

Grace couldn’t help but smile at the thought. She could already picture Jungkook’s wide-eyed shock, Taehyung’s playful outrage, Jimin’s high-pitched noises, Namjoon’s sense of outrage, Hobi’s over excitement and Yoongi’s fake calmness but the gummy smile would give it away. 

By noon, Sejin arrived, his usual calm demeanour giving her a sense that everything was alright. “Everything’s running smoothly,” he said as Grace climbed into the back of the car, the bag at her feet. “The venue is secure, and rehearsals are on schedule and all the performers have arrived.”

Grace let out a low and long breath, nodding. She glanced back to the house that she and Seokjin owned, tucked away in Hannam-dong and she could see a hand holding a small paw, making it wave from one of the curtains. A grin broke across her face as the car pulled away.

The drive to the stadium took twenty-six minutes, weaving over the Yongbi Bridge, through Seoul Forest, along the Han River, and across the Jamsil Bridge. Though it wasn’t the most direct route, Grace appreciated the detour. It gave her a chance to soak in the city transformed by the concert. Streetlights and railings were adorned with banners, and ARMY filled every corner of the stadium park, creating an atmosphere brimming with excitement.

No one noticed the sleek car as it sped past, but Grace kept her hoodie up and her posture low, even though the tinted windows offered plenty of cover. Upon arrival at the underground entrance, security swiftly ushered them inside.

The moment she stepped out of the car, Grace was flanked by a team of bodyguards, moving with her and Sejin through a maze of hallways toward the dressing rooms. The energy backstage was electric—staff darted around with equipment, costumes, and stage props while coordinating last-minute changes through their headsets.

“You’ve got about half an hour before rehearsal,” Sejin informed her once they reached the dressing room. “I’ll grab your microphone and earpieces.”

Grace nodded, exhaling deeply as she dropped her bag onto the couch and began unpacking. She laid out her personal clothes neatly, tucked her shoes underneath, and set her snacks on the coffee table. A quick check of the mini-fridge revealed it was stocked with iced coffee, tea, and water.

With minutes to spare, she changed into her rehearsal outfit—leggings, a sports bra, and one of Seokjin’s oversized hoodies.

The quiet was short-lived as Sejin returned with her bright orange microphone and matching earpieces. Right behind him was Hana, her manager, ushering in two makeup artists, a hairstylist, and a stylist. They greeted Grace warmly, their chatter buzzing with excitement as they unpacked their supplies. Makeup palettes, hair products, and her first costume were laid out meticulously, while the rest of her outfits were already staged beneath the platform for quick changes.

Sejin clipped the monitor to the back of her leggings as she adjusted one of her in-ear monitors. With everything in place, she followed him out of the room and down the hallway. The other performers had finished their rehearsals an hour earlier and had been taken to lunch to maintain the secrecy of Grace’s participation.

Standing on stage, Grace exhaled the longest breath she could manage. Even without an audience, the sheer scale of the stadium was overwhelming. The sight always reminded her of the massive crowds BTS had drawn over the years: 90,000 in August 2018, 120,000 in October 2019, and millions watching online during Permission to Dance in 2021 and then in person in 2022.

Now, another 90,000 people were gathered to watch a tribute to BTS, featuring performances from idols, groups, and Grace herself.

The soundcheck went smoothly. An hour was more than enough to confirm the staging, ensure the dancers were comfortable, and perfect the timing for her introduction. By the end, Grace felt ready.

Still, nerves churned beneath her surface. Her hand trembled slightly as she returned her microphone to Sejin and removed her in-ear monitors. As she stepped offstage, the stadium lights dimmed, allowing the crew to adjust for the next rehearsal. She caught sight of Tomorrow x Together arriving for their soundcheck, their cheerful voices filling the air.

Soobin spotted her briefly, offering a warm smile but saying nothing before joining the rest of his group on stage.

Back in her dressing room, Grace had a moment to herself to snack and hydrate before the staff returned. Her makeup was light but designed to withstand sweat, and her blonde hair was styled in soft waves for added volume.

And then, she was left alone again.

The hours leading up to showtime were agonizing. She resisted the urge to bite her nails—painted purple for the event—and ignored the lunch Seokjin had lovingly packed. Nervous cramps churned in her stomach, making the thought of food unappealing.

Performing at her own concerts brought its own set of nerves, but this felt entirely different. Her usual shows were her own songs, and her own choreography, and the goal was simply for the audience to enjoy themselves. Tonight, though, the stakes felt impossibly high: ARMY was watching, along with the world. Cameras would broadcast her every move, other idols and groups were part of the lineup, and she would be performing BTS’s iconic tracks.

The weight of expectation pressed down on her shoulders, and for the first time in a long while, Grace felt truly overwhelmed.

The hours crawled by as Grace waited. She changed into her first performance outfit with the help of the stylist and the make up artist did a quick touch-up. No one needed to tell her what was happening as she could hear the noise from above as the crowd started filling the stadium, the sounds of BTS music videos being played across the large screens and outside of her room she could hear the hustle and bustle of the staff.

“One hour,” Sejin said as he poked his head in.

“Fuck,” Grace quietly swore to herself but from the chuckle off Hana, it meant that it hadn’t been too quiet. 

She practised her lines, double-checked a bit of the choreography that had given her a little bit of trouble and tried not to let her mind wander too far. Hana forced her to have an energy bar and a bottle of water, more to get her energy up, which ended up in Grace needing the bathroom for one nervous wee. 

The noise was building and when Sejin came to get her, her nervousness had settled into a steady hum. No matter what happened, no matter what occurred, she was going on stage to do her job whether her nerves wanted to or not. The walk to the stage was long and she was surrounded by bodyguards and staff, leading to her changing area where she would spend all of the concert when she wasn’t on stage.

“Here we are,” Sejin said, stopping outside the curtained area. “So quick run down,” he said to Grace, Hana, the stage manager who was designated to Grace only and two of the head bodyguards.

“It’s going to begin with a message from the President, then Bang Si-Hyuk, then they're going to play your message and the performance you did of No More Dream and your introduction to Tomorrow x Together. While they're on stage, we’ll get you to your platform and have you ready, there’s a quick message from BTS and then it's your turn,” the stage manager explained.

Grace nodded, sitting down on the couch provided. Although the space was simple and a little small, it contained a mirror and a monitor, which provided the stage feed, a table with water, and two racks of costumes. Not that she had many, but as they had learnt from her own tour, it was better to have a backup.

The stadium’s energy crackled through the walls, sending a shiver down Grace’s spine. The noise from ARMY was overwhelming and the last few notes from the music video playing on the screen were barely heard over the noise of the crowd. She resisted the urge to look at the monitor, letting the noise above her dictate the moment instead. 

The sound of the crowd changed as the announcer said, “Please welcome to the stage, your hosts for today, Yoo Jae-suk and Jee Seok-jin.” Two presenters with close ties to BTS, it seemed practical to have them as hosts for the evening and the crowd’s response to the two men as they walked across the stage to where there was a little podium.

“Tonight, we celebrate not only the achievements of Bangtan Sonyeondan but also the global community they have built,” Jae-suk announced, his voice filled with admiration for a group who felt the same admiration towards him. “Their music, message, and passion have inspired millions worldwide, from all different nations.”

Seok-jin nodded, adding, “It is an honour for us, for our country, to host this tribute to their legacy, and we have a spectacular night lined up for you.”

Grace barely registered their words, her mind too focused on the moment when she would appear on stage to start her own performance. She didn’t even notice when the President of South Korea appeared on stage, delivering what seemed to be a heartfelt speech about BTS’s journey, their impact on the South Korean culture, and their drive which encouraged their fans, who in turn came to the country in honour of their idols. While the government and BTS didn’t have the greatest of relationships, the audience roared in approval, their cheers a powerful reminder of what they felt towards their group.

On-screen, Bang Si-Hyuk appeared to the cheers of the crowd. He remembered the early days, of when he first met all eight members of what was going to be the biggest band in the world, how each of them was different and unique yet their bond was clear from day one. He continued with how proud he was of them as a group, of how they broke records, how their solo careers flourished and how they broke their own records with their solo careers. 

“You don’t sell out a concert venue in 10 seconds,” he finished saying on screen.

There was a brief pause, silence and the noise from above caused Grace to wince and adjust her in-ear monitors.

“Dearest ARMY,” she heard her own voice say. “Please accept my sincere apologies for not being with you tonight. I’m unfortunately stuck in New York City and every attempt to make it home has been foiled. So I want to send a little message to you all before we start this concert tonight.”

Sejin grinned to himself from where he watched at the doorway to the small area, eyes on the monitor as he watched Grace pull off the perfect ruse. 

“It’s been twelve years since we first appeared in front of you all and I remember when No More Dream was picked as the debut song. I’m sure you can remember the eyeliner, the outfits, how we were a small group from a small company with big dreams. And thanks to you, those big dreams became a reality as we grew. And now, here we are, celebrating those twelve years with some amazing performances. And while I can’t be there in person, I hope you all have an amazing night. I love you all and I will see you soon.”

The screen faded to black.

A split second later, the pounding bass of No More Dream shook the stadium, and the screen lit up again—this time, with a pre-recorded video of Grace performing the track, her movements sharp and commanding. The crowd roared in response.

Beneath the stage, Tomorrow x Together passed by Grace’s hiding spot, heading towards the lift that would take them to their cue. Dressed in grey school uniforms reminiscent of BTS’s MMA 2019 look, they practically buzzed with excitement. This was their moment—not just as BTS’s juniors, but as a force of their own. They knew these songs better than anyone, ready to put their own stamp on them.

As Grace’s video performance ended, her voice echoed through the arena once more:

“Please welcome to the stage, our greatest successes, Tomorrow x Together.”

The opening beats of N.O kicked in, and Soobin launched into the first verse. The crowd’s energy surged again as the group powered through a medley of BTS’s early hits—Boy in Luv, Danger, Run, and finally War of Hormone. Each member owned the moment, putting their own spin on the classics while staying true to the spirit of the originals.

As Danger played, Grace stood, gripping her microphone loosely, her lips silently mouthing along to Jangnanhae neo dodaeche naega mwoya as the audience screamed the words in unison. She had timed this moment in rehearsals down to the second. Across the stadium, multiple screens flickered between past and present—the Danger music video, BTS’s very first live performance, their last time singing it together, and the live stage unfolding now.

It was a perfect reminder that no matter who took the stage, BTS would always be there.

Grace exhaled slowly, her heart thrumming with adrenaline as the final beats of War of Hormone crashed over the stadium. From her position beneath the stage, she could hear the deafening cheers, and feel the vibrations of thousands of voices calling out in exhilaration.

It was time.

With a final glance at the monitor, Grace took a steady breath and stepped forward, her team moving in perfect sync beside her. Her grip tightened around the microphone. Timing, precision, energy—every second had to be flawless.

As the lights dimmed on Tomorrow x Together’s electrifying set, ARMY was still catching their breath when the stadium was suddenly filled with the unmistakable echo of la la la...

The opening drums of Fire rumbled through the arena.

No introduction. No warning. Just that familiar beat—and then, in an instant, the surprise was revealed.

"BULTAOREUNE!"

Grace shot up onto the main stage as flames erupted around her, the explosive heat mirroring the roar of the crowd. The backing track carried BTS’s voices, the chants of Fire! shaking the stadium walls.

The reaction was immediate. The stadium erupted.

There she had stood, as if she did this every day, dressed in an outfit that could only be described as sensational. High heel stilettos and a pair of simple gold earrings were just some pieces to elevate the ensemble - it was the rest of the outfit that had people reacting to it over Twitter. High-waisted shirts tailored for a flatting fit, hugging the waist while providing enough stretch for comfort. Adorned with black and red sequins, ensuring they would catch the light on the stage.

The crop top, something Grace wasn’t exactly used to, was fitted with shimmering black and red sequins, a square neckline and sleeveless, highling her shoulders and collarbone for a sleek, yet edgy appeal. Gold chain detailing trimmed the neckline which matched the ones on her shorts.

Ending it all, was the jacket. Black with bold red embellishments, long sleeves with gold chains and easy to pull off when needed.

The perfect outfit for what was about to happen.  

As the echoes of Fire and oh-e-oh trailed behind her, Grace strode the steps and toward seven waiting dancers, their silhouettes barely visible through the haze of pyrotechnics. The entire arena was in hysterics—the biggest dupe had just unfolded before their eyes, and Grace had pulled it off flawlessly. Even in the VIP section, six stunned men sat frozen, jaws slack as they processed what was happening.

Seokjin, however, only smirked.

The camera zoomed in as Grace took her position in the centre of the dancers. With a glint in her eye, she grinned at the lens, mouthing Yoongi’s iconic “Bultaoreune.”

And then—she was off.

The all-too-familiar choreography surged through her body, each movement effortless, ingrained from years of performing beside them and long rehearsals. She held the centre position with ease, her voice sharp and commanding as she launched into Hoseok’s verse, the rock guitars roaring behind her.

The screen behind her flickered to life, revealing the live band, the same one from BTS’s Yet to Come concert in Busan. The added instrumentals made the song even more intense, raw, and alive.

This wasn’t just a performance. This was a statement.

The noise of the crowd was deafening even as they sang along, her in-ear monitors almost useless against the overwhelming roar as she moved into the song’s iconic footwork. With each step, she sang louder to be heard, “Need to burn it down.” The crowd’s approval surged, and without missing a beat, she pushed forward, her voice rising as she belted out, “Ssak da bultaewora bow-wow-wow.”

By the end of the chorus, the stadium was in a frenzy. Fans were on their feet, ARMY Bombs waving in the air as the lights cut out once more. The crowd’s energy didn’t fade, it only grew, as the screen flickered to life.

The crowd didn’t quiet—their energy only grew as the screen flickered again.

A familiar figure appeared.

Namjoon.

His younger self from the Dope era, standing strong as ever. His voice echoed through the speakers, sending a wave of nostalgia crashing over the audience.

“Eoseo wa, Bangtaneun cheoeumiji?” (Welcome, first time to BTS?)

The second the lights cut out, Grace moved. She ran, sprinting toward the thrust stage that led to a smaller, more intimate platform closer to the audience. As the lights snapped back on, she shed the jacket, handing it off to a dancer who tossed it seamlessly to the staff below.

“Ayo, ladies and gentlemen!” she sang, the start of Dope, voice dripping with confidence as she stalked down the stage. The dancers hyped the crowd, amplifying the chaos.

By the time they reached the smaller stage, she was fully in BTS mode, navigating Hobi’s verse effortlessly. ARMY Bombs and phone screens filled her vision, capturing every second of this legendary moment.

She couldn’t see the VIP section. She didn’t know exactly where they were. But she could feel their eyes on her.

Through her in-ear monitors, Grace could hear the audience singing back to her, their voices blending into one overwhelming wave of sound. She powered through the chorus, moving effortlessly into Jungkook and Jimin’s iconic bridge.

“Say what?” she called out, throwing the mic toward the crowd.

The stadium screamed in response, their energy sending a thrill down her spine. A grin spread across her face as she slipped back into position, ready to close out the song.

But it wasn’t over. Not by a long shot.

The unmistakable beat of Baepsae kicked in—

And the entire stadium lost it.

Fans screamed. ARMY Bombs flickered wildly. The energy in the air was almost electric.

Grace didn’t need to check Twitter to know what would happen next. Baepsae had always been a fan-favorite, a performance that never failed to go viral. The reason? Namjoon, Hoseok, and Jimin’s infamous hip thrusts—a move that had practically become legendary.

And every time the song was performed, fans always pointed out the same thing:

Why didn’t Grace ever do the hip thrusts?

The answer had always been simple.

It was considered too suggestive for a woman in Korea, especially at the level BTS performed it. Instead, she was given a modified movement—a safer alternative that kept the flow of the dance intact without pushing boundaries.

But now? This was her stage.

She stepped forward, locking eyes with the camera, the glint in her gaze unmistakable.

“They call me baepsae,” she sang, standing tall in front of her dancers.

There was no hesitation. No second-guessing. No worrying about the reaction.

This time, she wasn’t holding back.

She could already hear the internet exploding. She could already hear the comments. She could already hear the press and the reactions of the world after that. 

The second she rolled her hips forward, the screams reached an ear-splitting level. The bass reverberated through the stage, matching the pounding of her heartbeat as she fully committed to the movement.

The dancers behind her didn’t miss a beat, keeping up with her energy as they powered through the choreography. It wasn’t just a performance anymore—it was a statement. A line crossed. A boundary shattered.

The camera zoomed in at the exact moment she thrusted again, and she knew—knew—this clip would be replayed millions of times before the night was over.

The audience's reaction was instantaneous.

Gasps. Screams. Absolute chaos.

She didn’t even have to look at the VIP section to know what was happening.

The bridge of the song hit, and she owned it, every move precise, every note perfectly controlled. The camera caught her smirk as she moved to the center, leading the dancers into the final chorus with a confidence that could only come from years of standing on stages just like this.

As the last note rang out, the crowd erupted again, their cheers almost deafening. Grace stood there for just a second, chest heaving, taking it all in and then the stadium lights cut out.

As directed by the stage director, the familiar eight members stood together on screen. Another thing they had all pre-recorded together before Seokjin’s military enlistment.  

The sight alone sent the audience into a frenzy.

A wave of emotions surged through the stadium—shock, joy, disbelief. The sheer volume of screams nearly rattled the stage as the eight of them stood together on screen, side by side, just as they always had.

The pre-recorded video played seamlessly, their voices filling the air.

"Did you miss us?" Namjoon’s voice rang out first, his smirk unmistakable.

Jimin grinned. "It’s been a while, huh?"

Yoongi, ever so dry, added, "Not that long. But long enough."

Laughter rippled through the crowd. Even through the screen, their dynamic was effortlessly intact.

Then, Seokjin flashed his signature Worldwide Handsome smile. "I hope you didn’t think you’d get rid of me that easily?"

The stadium erupted again.

As she was escorted down the stairs and off the stage, Grace felt a lump rise in her throat, but she held it back, exhaling slowly as she watched. Even though she had been there when they filmed it, seeing it now, in this moment, with this reaction—it hit differently. Even though they were seated in the seats above, two were already back from their military enlistment and the others were so close to the end, that unshakeable feeling of simply missing them beside her hit like a wave as she was taken to underneath the stage.

It took awhile to get her outfit off but she stood still, watching the screen as the eight of them powered through their message of how they missed ARMY, how they were excited to be on stage again as eight and that it wouldn’t be too long. But for now, while they wouldn’t be on stage, they would be there through the night, in the audience, enjoying their career being played out for them. 

As the video of the eight of them played for the arena, the BTS VIP section was chaotic.

Jungkook was gone, half off his seat, hands buried in his hair as if trying to physically process what just happened. His mouth hung open, eyes darting from the stage to the massive screens above, replaying every moment over and over again.

Jimin? Not much better. His hands were clasped over his mouth, shoulders shaking with silent disbelief. “She didn’t—” He turned to Taehyung, eyes wild. “She did.”

“She did.” Taehyung, for his part, looked far too pleased, his boxy grin wide as he nodded approvingly. “And she did it right.”

Hobi, meanwhile, had launched himself back in his seat, clutching at his chest dramatically. “Aigoo—someone help me! I wasn’t ready!” He wheezed out a laugh, nudging Namjoon hard in the ribs. “You weren’t ready either, were you?”

Namjoon was not ready.

His expression was a whirlwind of shock, scandal, and outright horror. He had been gripping the edge of the VIP railing so tightly his knuckles had turned white. “What the fuck was that?” he blurted, looking around like someone needed to explain immediately. “What did I just witness?”

“That,” Yoongi said, smirking as he finally pulled himself from his stunned silence, “was your sister breaking the internet.”

Namjoon whipped around to Seokjin. “You knew about this, didn’t you?”

Seokjin was leaning back in his chair, arms crossed, the smirk on his face only growing with every passing second. He hadn't moved much—hadn't reacted as wildly as the others—because he had seen this coming.

“Of course I knew, by accident though,” Seokjin finally said, admitting finally to the truth. 

Namjoon gaped. “You let her do that?”

Seokjin turned his head slightly, leveling him with a look. “I didn’t let her do anything,” he said, a flicker of something unreadable in his expression. “She chose to do it.”

A beat of silence.

And then Taehyung cackled, nudging Jungkook, who was still trying to process. “Ohhh, hyung, you’re so done,” he teased, grinning at Namjoon. “Twitter’s gonna be a war zone.”

“Twitter? Twitter?!” Namjoon repeated, looking increasingly distressed. “ARMY’s gonna riot, the government—”

“And they’ll get over it.” Yoongi stretched, looking far too amused. “This was her moment. And she owned it.”

The stadium was still screaming, the crowd refusing to settle even as the pre-recorded video continued playing on the big screens. The energy hadn’t dipped—it had only escalated. “She knew exactly what she was doing,” Hoseok mused, shaking his head in awe. “She knew the cameras would catch it. She knew how the world would react.”

Namjoon exhaled sharply, dragging a hand down his face.

“This is going to be a problem,” he muttered.

Seokjin’s smirk widened.

“For who?”

For who, exactly? Because ARMY were still reeling, the rest of the VIP section were muttering amongst themselves about Grace appearing from absolute nowhere and where had she been?! But for who, exactly, would this be a problem?

The answer to that question came almost immediately.

The second the lights dimmed for the next performance, Namjoon’s phone buzzed violently in his pocket. He barely had time to pull it out before Jimin’s did the same. Then Taehyung’s. Then Jungkook’s.

A chorus of oh no’s and shit, already? rang out as they stared at their screens, the notifications flooding in faster than they could keep up. Twitter was already ablaze, clips of Grace appearing from the stage, to her starting to sing Dope and finally, her hip thrusts, spreading like wildfire, each one accumulating thousands of retweets and comments in real time.

GRACE DID THE HIP THRUST. I REPEAT. GRACE DID THE HIP THRUST. WE ARE IN A NEW ERA.

BIGHIT STAFF LEFT THE CHAT.

SEOKJIN, CONTROL YOUR WIFE!

THE CAMERA ZOOMED IN. SHE KNEW. SHE FREAKING KNEW.

Jungkook finally snapped out of his daze with a full-body scream, shaking Namjoon’s arm like a child who just saw their favourite superhero in real life. “Hyung, look at this!” He shoved his phone forward. “SOMEONE ALREADY MADE A SLOW-MO EDIT—IT’S BEEN FIVE MINUTES!”

Namjoon groaned, eyes darting across his screen, the sheer volume of mentions making his head spin. “I—this is—” He gestured wildly at Seokjin. “YOU’RE TOO CALM ABOUT THIS!”

Seokjin, still maddeningly relaxed, simply shrugged. “I told you. I knew.”

Nothing more could be said however as the lights on the stage flickered, a mass of dancers appearing out of nowhere and over the noise, “Seventeen right here.”

The roar of the crowd surged again as Seventeen took formation, their presence electrifying. The opening beats of ON echoed through the stadium like a war drum, a call to arms that sent the energy soaring to new heights.

Yoongi finally spoke, voice low but certain. “This night just keeps getting crazier.”

Beside him, Namjoon exhaled, his grip tightening on his drink. “Yeah,” he admitted, eyes locked on the stage.

And something told him—it wasn’t over yet.

The songs passed by quickly with Seventeen taking control of ON, Not Today, DNA. And then, there was a little break for the hosts to take over again and do some talking before finally announcing the second group for the night. 

Stray Kids, dressed in pastel and white outfits, appeared through the lights as the backing track for Boy with Luv introduced them and the crowd for what was to come next. They sang their way through the song, to Need U and Save Me and closed out their set to Butter. 

The night was progressing well, ARMY were dancing and singing in their seats, even the foreign dignitaries were having fun as they had been provided ear pieces so someone could translate the lyrics into their ears. 

Namjoon had finally relaxed and after a couple of drinks, provided by Jungkook, he had joined Hobi and the maknae line in singing along to Butter. They were getting into the vibe, not caring they could be seen or that they were meant to be the VIPs of the moment. They were just living the moment, enjoying themselves, getting led into a false sense of security. 

Underneath, Grace had eaten Seokjin’s lunch and had finally relaxed. She had appeared, done her songs and had gotten changed for the next part of the surprise. As much as she wanted the night to be over so she could be with her boys, she had another three parts to go and the night wasn’t over yet. 

The stadium had barely calmed from Butter when the lights dimmed once more, a deep, thrumming bass vibrating through the air. The energy shifted—something was coming. 

Something big.

A distorted voice echoed through the speakers, layered over a creeping beat.

"What you gonna do?”

The moment the opening to Cypher Pt. 3 dropped, the crowd lost it. ARMY knew exactly what this meant. A cypher performance? Here? Now?

In the VIP section, the reaction was just as explosive.

“Wait—what?” Jungkook jolted upright, his eyes widening. “No way.”

Yoongi, who had been calmly watching with a knowing smirk, finally sat forward, intrigued.

Namjoon, however, frowned. Something wasn’t right.

He knew this song better than anyone. This was his song.

But that wasn’t his voice.

The stage flooded with red and black lighting, smoke curling along the ground. A lone figure stepped forward—tall, poised, dripping with confidence. The second he raised the mic, it became undeniable.

It was Tiger JK.

Namjoon choked on his drink. “You’re kidding.”

Hobi, eyes wide, smacked his arm. “That’s Tiger JK!”

Namjoon didn’t respond. He couldn’t. He was too busy watching one of Korea’s most legendary rappers spit his verse on Cypher Pt. 3, delivering each line with the same venom and precision that had once made the original version so lethal.

The stadium was a frenzy of disbelief and euphoria. A collaboration no one had seen coming.

And it wasn’t over.

As Tiger JK’s verse ended, the beat transitioned smoothly into the next verse—J-Hope’s 

Verse.

Except it wasn’t Hobi who stepped forward this time.

It was Gaeko.

J-Hope screamed.

“He didn’t tell—”

Gaeko, one-half of Dynamic Duo, one of the most respected lyricists in Korean hip-hop, was right there, rapping his part, filling the stadium with his signature flow.

It was unreal.

Namjoon was grinning now, fully enjoying the absolute chaos unfolding in their section. 

Yoongi, who had been quiet this entire time, tilted his head slightly, curious.

And then the beat switched one final time.

A slow, deliberate pause.

A lone, familiar voice.

Dressed in black jeans with a black hoodie, the hood pulled up, Grace appeared. 

Now Namjoon started to understand why this song had mysteriously been added to the set list. It was a cypher they had last performed in Busan with the government concert and he knew Grace well enough that she would have added this in as another little ‘fuck you’ to the government. And if Namjoon knew Grace enough, he knew what was coming. 

“SUGA a.k.a Agust D,” she rapped as the camera panned towards, circling around to show the little cartoon design of Yoongi dressed in his Daewitcha assemble. 

If any of Grace’s performances from the night caused headlines, this was the one that would shoot straight to the top.

She delivered every line with precision, her flow sharp and effortless, keeping up with what Yoongi had written all those years ago without deviating from a single word. She didn’t soften it. She didn’t adjust it. She owned it.

And beside her, legends stood in her corner.

Tiger JK and Gaeko hyped her up, their voices booming over the crowd as they urged the audience to make some noise. The energy in the stadium was unreal—every ARMY in attendance screaming, chanting, jumping in sync to the beat as the track powered forward.

Then, as the song neared its end, Grace lowered her hood, locking eyes with the camera. And she didn’t stop.

She took over.

She took Namjoon’s final verse.

And with every word she spat into the mic, the message was unmistakable.

"Haters, I have a lot but no problem, I killThe shovels digging on my career in order to bury meFuck, I don't care, you can't control my shitI became a ninja who has endured distrust and returned again.”

The second she finished, the reaction was instantaneous.

The crowd erupted.

It was deafening—cheers, screams, and the relentless flashing of phone cameras capturing what would become the most replayed moment of the night.

Some would later say this was Grace’s warning shot to the government and the world—fuck around and find out.

Fuck around and mess with her career, with their career, and you’d find out.

She wasn’t just performing. She was making a statement, echoing what Namjoon had felt back in Busan when Seokjin’s military enlistment had been looming, the announcement only days away. That frustration, that helplessness—it was all here, laid bare in every syllable she spit into the mic.

Even the hosts weren’t sure what to say. They tried to keep to the script, to smooth over the moment, but everyone knew. Everyone. They knew what had just happened and the reaction it would cause.

But the show had to go on.

And Grace knew that, too.

She disappeared beneath the stage for another outfit change, vanishing into the shadows just as IU took her place under the lights.

Spring Day.

A single note was all it took.

The stadium fell into a hush, a collective breath held as IU’s voice rang out, delicate but powerful. Every word laced with meaning, every glance at the camera a quiet message in itself. Her subtle nod to the Sewol Ferry tragedy wasn’t missed. It never was.

And nearly everyone—ARMY, idols, staff, even the VIPs—felt their eyes sting.

The night continued with various appearances of idols and groups, each having their own take on BTS’ songs and their legacy. Intermissions were strategically placed so people could go and buy drinks, have a break and come back to have their minds blown with whatever was about to happen next.

The stage had been set in total blackness apart from one spotlight, centered on the main stage as dancers in white did ballet choreography while black feathers rained over the audience. 

And with the sound effects of wings, Grace appeared.

Dressed entirely in black—tailored pants, high heels, a lace bodysuit covered by a sleek black jacket adorned with gray feathers along the lapel—she commanded attention. Her gaze met the camera, and the audience held its breath.

“Do your thang, do your thang with me now,” she sang, slipping effortlessly into the all-too-familiar routine, flanked by seven male dancers dressed in white.

As "Black Swan" came to its haunting end, the stage darkened, leaving only Grace’s silhouette before the opening chords of "Blood Sweat & Tears" began to play. The audience erupted, knowing she wasn’t done yet.

She commanded the stage with fluidity, embodying the sensual and tragic beauty of the song, easily reverting back to her character from the BU Universe and WINGS, slipping into that sexiness that sometimes didn’t come naturally to her. By the gasps and reactions of the 90,000 attendees, they had somewhat forgotten how sensual the song was. 

As the lights dimmed for Blood, Sweat and Tears to end, Grace slipped off her jacket so the lace bodysuit that had been hidden by the jacket could now be revealed. A sexy top for a tragic, but sexy song as the chords of Fake Love hit ARMY like a tidal wave. 

“ARMY, sing it,” she yelled.

“I’m so sick of this fake love,” they sang back to her. 

The audience fell into a hushed whisper as Grace softly sang the end, slipping into the centre and holding her hand up as the dancers who each represented one of the boys fell into the ending pose of the song. 

There was much time left between the end of the show and as the hosts started to reveal the end of the show, with only three more songs to go, Grace rushed underneath the stage for the final change of the night. The next three songs were going to be the most energetic and with it being the finale, the outfits had to be special.

The dramatic music and entrance of Dionysus, especially when the viewers caught sight of Grace sitting at that familiar table. It was a heavy and busy song, its choreography one of the hardest and it was hard for one member just to do their part, let alone everyone’s parts and sing and do the dance break. 

BTS in their section were almost holding their breaths, Seokjin included for he knew just how hard this song went and he knew what Grace would have to go through to get all the way to the dance break, finish that and the finally get to her part of the song which was one of the fastest. Her outfit of choice, the same one from the Melon Music Awards back in 2019, was a sore point for Grace - the first time she had worn it, it had almost killed her but here she was, rocking it again, looking more comfortable than she had been and in more sensible heels. 

The noise upped in scale as the dance break finished and Grace leaned against the table, taking a moment to catch her breath before she launched into her part, causing the crowd to almost raise the roof in approval. 

At the final beats of the song and on the final high note from Seokjin, Grace sat on the silver thrones and for the first time in the night, took in the crowd. Thousands of faces filled the venue—men and women, young and old, Korean and international—all waving their ARMY Bombs, basking in the music, the moment, the legacy.

She was exhausted, sore, her voice on the verge of giving out. She wanted nothing more than to kick off her heels and collapse into bed.

But it wasn’t over just yet.

"Ladies and gentlemen," Jee Seok-jin's voice rang out. "It has been our pleasure to journey with you through the remarkable career of Bangtan Sonyeondan—from their humble beginnings to their latest triumphs, from idols to legends, from one dream to a movement…”

A wave of anticipation rippled through the crowd as Jee Seok-jin paused, allowing the weight of his words to settle. The cheers softened into a reverent hush, thousands hanging onto his every syllable.

"This night is more than just a performance. It is a celebration of resilience, of passion, of music that has transcended borders and languages. And as we near the end, we have just two more songs left."

The energy in the arena reignited like a flame catching in the wind.

Beneath the stage and after the quickest change of her life, Grace exhaled sharply, shaking out her limbs. Two more. She could do this. She would do this.

The moment the first notes of MIC Drop echoed through the venue, the crowd exploded. The pulsing bass, the commanding beat—it was a track that demanded presence, demanded power. Grace took her place, the camera focused on her now booted foot, the adrenaline drowning out her exhaustion.

This song had a bite. A message. A testament to every hurdle, every doubt, every barrier shattered in Bangtan’s journey.

The verses hit hard, and Grace delivered them with razor-sharp precision, her voice unwavering despite the strain. Her movements were fierce, aggressive—driven by the raw energy surging from the audience. Every step, every beat, every lyric felt like fire beneath her skin, propelling her forward.

Then came Namjoon’s familiar line:

“Haters gonna hate.”

The entire stadium roared in response, ARMY’s voices rising like a tidal wave, growing louder and louder as the song thundered on. And when Grace placed her hands over the hips of the dancers beside her and executed that all-too-familiar body roll, the eruption of screams shook the arena.

But there was no time to recover—there was no mic drop.

Instead, the electrifying EDM beat of “Oh-oh-ooh-whoa” pulsed through the speakers.

IDOL had begun.

The choreography hadn’t kicked in yet, giving Grace the freedom to sing her heart out as she strode down the thrust stage, closing the distance between herself and the crowd.

“You can’t stop me lovin’ myself!”

She sang directly to them, jumping in sync with the fans who leapt with her, their ARMY Bombs bouncing wildly.

“It’s okay, I’m in love with my—myself!”

Her voice soared, filled with joy, defiance, freedom. Twenty dancers flooded the stage around her, and without missing a beat, she seamlessly slipped into the choreography. From the front row, she caught glimpses of ARMY mirroring her hand movements, their faces beaming.

The heavy EDM bass rumbled beneath her feet, making the entire stage vibrate.

“Sing it!” she shouted, thrusting her mic toward the crowd.

“Oh-oh-ooh!” they sang back in perfect unison, their voices shaking the arena.

Grace grinned, sweat dripping down her temple.

“One, two, three!” she counted down, perfectly timed with the beat drop.

She took off, sprinting back toward the main stage—where everyone who had performed that night was waiting.

Soobin and S.Coups flanked her as she reached them, bouncing on their feet, the adrenaline still rushing through their veins.

Then—the final verse.

“Oh-oh-ooh!”

Everyone on stage sang together, voices blending into one.

With one last spin, they dropped to the floor as the song reached its final beat. The camera pulled back, capturing the entire stage in a breathtaking wide shot—a sea of performers, a sea of ARMY, a night that would never be forgotten.

The moment their bodies hit the floor, the stage lights dimmed, leaving only the glow of ARMY Bombs twinkling across the vast arena. For a few lingering seconds, there was nothing but the sound of thousands catching their breath—hearts still racing, bodies still buzzing with energy.

Then, like the crash of a wave, the cheers erupted.

It wasn’t just applause—it was thunderous, deafening, overwhelming. The kind of sound that shook the soul, that echoed through every heartbeat, every breath. Grace lay on the floor for a second, chest heaving, staring up at the darkened rafters. She felt everything—the exhaustion in her muscles, the sweat clinging to her skin, the ache in her throat from pushing her voice to its limits.

But more than anything—she felt whole.

The stage lights began to rise again, casting a soft golden glow as everyone lifted themselves off the ground. Laughter, grins, playful shoves. Performers clung to each other, sweaty and exhausted but buzzing with euphoria.

Soobin threw an arm around her shoulders, grinning.

“You killed that,” he said breathlessly.

S.Coups nodded, eyes wide with admiration. “I don’t even know how you survived Mic Drop and Idol back-to-back.”

Grace laughed, still catching her breath. “Me neither.”

A booming voice cut through the stadium, drawing attention back to the center stage.

“Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for a wonderful night. From all of us here at the Seoul Olympic Stadium, to all the ARMY here, to all the ARMY’s watching and to BTS,” Yoo Jae-suk started as he and his co-host, Jee Seok-Jin, stood in front of all the performers who managed to stand up. The camera panned to the seven male members of BTS, all of whom were up and clapping, “On behalf of us all, thank you.”

They all bowed to the audience, to those watching in the stands and to those watching at home, to the crew, to the dancers and finally to the group who made it happen. 

As the lights came up to signal the show was over, Grace let out the deepest breath she could and for the first time in the day, she felt relief. It was over, it was done and now she could go and see her boys. 

The stage emptied but also filled, with performers disappearing to get changed and to head to the after party. Staff filled the stage and Grace caught the eye of Sejin as he made his way over with Hana and their team of security. A cold bottle of water was given to her and Hana immediately got to work, dabbing away the sweat on her forehead as security led them offstage.

“How are you feeling?” Sejin asked, keeping a steady arm around her shoulders.

“Tired,” Grace all but croaked. “And a sore throat.”

“Not surprising, given what you just pulled off,” he chuckled, shaking his head. “That setlist was brutal.”

They maneuvered through the backstage maze—past dancers, crew, and fellow performers trying to stop and congratulate her—until they finally reached her dressing room.

She should have known it wouldn’t be empty or even just filled with staff. Because standing right there, waiting, were seven very familiar faces.

Seokjin. Namjoon. Yoongi. Hoseok. Jimin. Taehyung. Jungkook.

Two bottles of champagne sat on the table (which was hilarious considering she didn’t even drink alcohol), and judging by the way they were poking around her things, they had been waiting for a while.

“Not even a minute,” Sejin sighed, shaking his head with a fond smile. “I should’ve known.”

Grace barely had time to process before Jungkook launched himself at her, wrapping her in a bear hug.

“NOONA, YOU KILLED IT!” he practically shouted in her ear.

She winced, but couldn’t stop the tired laugh that bubbled up. There was a clamour from the maknae line and Hobi, each chomping at the bit to tell her which bits were her favourite. Sejin didn’t even manage to get in the door, simply handing the honey tea to Yoongi who passed it to Seokjin who passed it to Grace.

Jungkook, pouting because his noona was distracted by her boyfriend, had somehow found his way to the food table, stuffing his mouth with whatever snacks had been laid out. He looked up mid-bite, eyes widening as he realized everyone was watching him.

“What? I’m hungry!” he mumbled around a mouthful of tteokbokki.

Grace chuckled, shaking her head. “You just watched me perform a whole concert, and you’re the one who’s hungry?”

Jungkook swallowed (barely) before pouting more. “I was stressed! Watching you do all of that on your own made my stomach hurt.”

Yoongi smirked, leaning against the counter. “You act like you’ve never seen her perform before.”

“Not like that,” Jungkook shot back. “That was next-level.”

The others hummed in agreement, and Grace rolled her eyes, finally slipping off her heels.

The relief was instant.

“Bloody hell,” she sighed, flexing her toes. “I swear those things were out to kill me.”

Seokjin, not having said a word since she saw him, simply grabbed the pair of slippers that Grace had packed away and helped her slip her sore feet into the fluffiness. There was an instant sigh of relief and Seokjin straightened up, Grace using the moment to all but lean on him as his arm wrapped around her waist. 

Jimin flopped onto the couch, letting out a strange noise, completely shattering the moment.

“So!” he chirped. “What’s the plan for the afterparty?”

Grace groaned, sitting down on the couch next to him, tilting her head back against the cushions. “Jimin, I’m dead. You really think I can go out after that?”

Jimin grinned. “Absolutely.”

Hobi laughed, already pulling out his phone. “I mean, it’s tradition. And everyone’s going to be there—HYBE staff, performers, even some industry seniors.”

Grace grimaced. “That sounds exhausting.”

Namjoon, ever the voice of reason, nudged her knee. “You don’t have to stay long. Just show up, say hi, and leave when you want.”

She sighed, knowing she probably should make an appearance. Even if she was tired, having come off her own tour, had a few days of secret rest, done some of the hardest BTS choreography known and had killed it on stage. 

“She’s going to need some more energy,” Seokjin simply commented and the next thing she knew, she was being handed plates of snacks. There was a general conversation about TXT, IU, Seventeen and other performers and they all stood about, even as Hana came back in to help Grace change into a simple black dress with flat shoes this time. Her hair was brushed out and her make up taken off, only to be replaced by very light eyeshadow and some lipstick.

“Come on, the quicker we go to this after party, the quicker we go home,” Grace sighed as she watched Hana pack away her things and shoo her off. Her staff would make sure her things returned home and her costumes would be packed away, going into storage apart from those that might not be needed for her tour. 

They made their way down the hall, security keeping a quiet but firm perimeter around them as they moved. The afterparty wasn’t far—it was being hosted at a high-end venue just outside the stadium grounds—but the moment they stepped out into the night air, Grace felt the exhaustion hit her all over again.

Seokjin, who had been watching her like a hawk, didn’t miss it.

“You sure about this?” he murmured, just for her to hear.

She shot him a tired smile. “I’ll be fine. One hour, remember?”

He didn’t look convinced, but he didn’t argue either. Instead, he just stayed close, his presence grounding as they arrived at the venue.

The moment they stepped inside, the atmosphere shifted. The bass thrummed through the floor, laughter and conversation filled the air, and industry elites mingled over drinks and light bites. Performers, producers, managers—everywhere she looked, she saw familiar faces.

A cheer erupted near the entrance as TXT spotted them first, Soobin waving them over. “Hyung! Noona! Over here!”

Grace felt her lips twitch into a smirk as they made their way through the crowd. The younger group was buzzing with excitement, still riding the high from their own stage.

“That was insane,” Beomgyu gushed, eyes flicking between Grace and BTS. “Like, we knew you were gonna be amazing, but that? That was legendary.”

“Literally unreal,” Taehyun agreed. “I don’t know how you had the energy to pull off all that choreography while still being on tour.”

Grace let out a light laugh. “Trust me, I have no idea either.”

Hobi threw an arm over her shoulders, grinning. “She won’t admit it, but she’s basically superhuman.”

“She’s also running on fumes,” Seokjin cut in, giving Hobi a pointed look. “So let’s not make her stand here all night.”

Huening Kai nodded enthusiastically. “Let’s grab a seat!”

The group maneuvered toward a VIP section, a little more secluded from the crowd but still lively. Drinks were poured (non-alcoholic for Grace, per Seokjin’s silent insistence), and the night settled into a comfortable buzz of conversation and laughter.

Grace found herself leaning back against the plush seating, soaking it all in. The music, the energy, the warmth of being surrounded by people who genuinely cared.

Maybe an hour here wouldn’t be so bad after all.

So many people came and congratulated on a performance, how she killed it on stage, etc. All words just flowed over her as she nodded, bowed and thanked them for their kind words. She could see so many familiar faces and she focused enough especially when Big Bang’s own G-Dragon, Taeyang and Daesung wandered over to say congratulations. 

But the wariness was getting to her, as was not having enough sleep and the honey tea hadn’t worked as well she had hoped. 

Seokjin caught her eye, just as he returned to the table with her water. “Done?”

“Yeah, I think it's time to go home.”

Surprisingly, it didn’t take much to gather the boys and they all said goodnight early to the party goers. They managed to pile into the van together, Sejin at the wheel and Grace let out a sigh of relief as her feet met the cool metal of the van. 

Yoongi slipped in beside her, closing the door behind them and without thinking, she reached over and rested her head on his shoulder as Seokjin covered her with his jacket. 

“Is she ill?” Yoongi whispered to his hyung, who glanced at Grace and gave half of a shrug.

“Exhausted from tonight and her tour I imagine,” Seokjin replied but he made a mental note to see what Grace would be like in the morning.

“Sleep over?” 

It wasn’t Jungkook who was suggesting it but rather Namjoon. 

Seven pairs of eyes met, the eighth was closed, and they all nodded.

“Your place?” Sejin asked, catching Seokjin’s eye in the mirror.

“I guess we’ve got visitors,” he grinned. 

Grace got a burst of energy when she realised she was home and Jungkook reached over, helping his noona and the woman he considered his mother, out of the van. The eight of them piled around the front door as Soekjin put in the security code and they were immediately met with a pair of eyes on the stairs.

“Uh oh, we’ve been out too long,” Grace sighed as the boys kicked off their shoes and she made her way over the stairs, letting her hand smooth down Min-Ji’s fur. “I know, I’m sorry. You’ve got extra people to pester now.”

Min-ji graced the boys with his presence by wandering around their feet. Hobi and Jimin took control of sorting out beds for everyone, Namjoon checked his emails and social media for Grace updates, Taehyung started making everyone hot chocolate and Yoongi & Seokjin almost bullied Grace into getting a shower and changing into her pyjamas. 

A hot shower and clearing all the makeup away, Grace found the seven men spread across the various couches with the TV on as the news reported back on the concert. “Are you going to keep watching this?” Grace teased, her throat sounding even worse but she felt more awake and more clearer. 

“Hey, let us bask,” Jungkook pouted.

Grace stepped over feet and planted herself between Seokjin and Yoongi, the latter passing her a mug of hot chocolate. It was nice to hear them after all this time, and she hadn’t even had a chance to say how much she had missed Namjoon, Taehyung, Jungkook and Jimin with them being away for the military. She saw Yoongi whenever his social work for the military would allow him to and Hobi was busy with his solo projects.

But here they were with her, with Seokjin, as they boasted about her performance, and interacted with fans on the V app, teasing each other for their over-reactions. And as she watched and listened, she settled into Seokjin’s side and felt him press his lips to the top of her head. 

She did it, she was home, her boys with her and soon they would all be back together as an eight. She just had her tour left to do, the Paris date was looming but she would worry about that later. Right now, she just wanted to relish in the feeling of having Seokjin’s strength beside her, Yoongi’s silent comfort, Namjoon’s careful watch, Jimin and Hobi’s warmth, Jungkook’s care and Taehyung’s sweetness. They were all home, finally.

[binnabanina]

ᝰ.ᐟ FACTS ABOUT BINNA

𖹭.ᐟ Binna loves making playlists for everything. She finds a new favorite cafe - she's making a playlist for everytime she goes. Binna has playlists for different cities she's toured in, different times of day, weather, seasons, anything you can think of.

𖹭.ᐟ The WORST texter. It is highly recommended that you avoid making Binna Choi your emergency contact. Is she busy? No. Is she always on her phone? Very much so. Did she see the notification? Abso-fucking-lutely. However, she will gladly send you 30 tiktoks about her new hyperfixation before she responds to your message about your cat going missing.

𖹭.ᐟ She outdoes DK in terms of being chronically online, and you can tell. Everytime Dino speaks, she feels compelled to stop him and yell "YOU ARE THE YOUNGEST PERSON EVER!". Does anyone understand? No, but you don't have to understand for her to keep referencing every piece of media.

𖹭.ᐟ She takes music so seriously, to the point where most believe that her and spotify are spiritually entangled with one another. Frank Ocean doesn't know it yet, but they are actually long lost twins who have shared every experience vicariously through White Ferrari and Ivy. Binna enjoys disecting lyrics and rhythms and asking herself, "why this word and not ___?" or "the beat drop here makes the song feel more ___."

𖹭.ᐟ A matcha girlie for life. She prefers making matcha herself, and her favorite matcha brand is Encha, which is often a ceramonial matcha, however she drinks it at anytime regardless. During their first amercian tour, she found a little alley cafe, and died at the taste of their strawberry matcha. She vows to go back there one day.

𖹭.ᐟ The name Binna [빛나] means light/to shine brightly. It is derived from the Korean verb binnada. Her parents stated in an interview for K-News Now, where they stated that they gave her that name because, "When we first layed eyes on her, we knew she was a star that fell from the sky and into our lives. We knew no matter where she went in life, she would a guiding light for those around her."

𖹭.ᐟ Her favorite artists are Frank Ocean, Laufey, Ariana Grande, SZA, Megan Thee Stallion, Lana Del Ray, Phoebe Bridgers, Radiohead and Lorde.

𖹭.ᐟ Binna is the biggest ONCE on the planet. She has been spotted at every Twice concert that has happened in Korea, and even has attended some in Japan.

𖹭.ᐟ Other than her members, she is friends with many other idols, including but not limited to - Jihyo, Jeongyeon and Mina (Twice), Yeji (Itzy), Wooyoung and Hongjoong (Ateez), Jennie (Blackpink), Nayoung (fromis_9), Chaeyeon (Soloist), Yena (Soloist), BiBi (Soloist), Giselle (Aespa), J-Hope (BTS), Changbin and Hyunjin (Straykids), Manon (KATSEYE)

𖹭.ᐟ Despite her shy-appearing persona, she actually really enjoys doing interviews, fanmeets, concerts and just interacting with people in general. During a We-Live, she spoke up about how she wishes more people would be open to getting to know her, or just talk to her, as she is aware she comes off closed-off or uninterested, which fans responded to by creating signs with random questions like "what's your favorite food recently?" or "do you have any movie recommendations?" and showing them to her at their concerts, which she said warmed her heart.

𖹭.ᐟ While she has the lowest social battery - it may even be on par with Jeonghan or Minghao - she is a party girl through and through. She will show up, fully beat down in her best streetwear-style outfit, have 3 drinks, talk for 30 minutes, and just up and leaves without missing a single beat.

𖹭.ᐟ She has two cats named Crumble and Finnagan.

𖹭.ᐟ To this day, she is extremely afraid of singing live in front of anyone, even her members. Since she is not as skilled vocally, she takes as many vocal lessons as she can, and has continued to do so to this day. During the 'Hit the Road' documentary, she dived into her vocal insecurities, and addressed hate comments she received by saying, "I know I can't sing like Seungkwan or DK, and that fact upsets me everyday. However, don't think I don't spend all of my free time trying to make up for that fact, and I hope that people can support my journey for growth, rather than criticize me for it.".

𖹭.ᐟ Her mother is her biggest inspiration, and she dedicates all of her acheivements to her. "My mom made me," she once said, during her acceptance speech of 'Best Female Solo Song' at the MAMA awards in 2022. "And therefor, a part of her made this song. I can't think her enough.".

𖹭.ᐟ Throughout the years, Binna has constantly been asked if she would ever go solo, as being the only girl in a group of boys must be tiring. She would always respond by saying she would rather, "slam her tongue in a car door," or "give up my headphones," than ever leave this group of immature, lazy goofballs.

𖹭.ᐟ She is an advocate for many social justice issues, including homosexuality, gender equality, the rights and freedoms of trans people, etc.

𖹭.ᐟ Binna posted an instagram story of her crying when Liam Payne died, with the caption "Of course the band only comes back together bc of a funeral.".

𖹭.ᐟ Runs the SEVENTEEN TikTok like it's the goddamn navy. She jumps on every trend imaginable, forcing anyone within a 15-foot radius to film with her. Every member runs their videos by her to make sure it's "TikTok ready". The only thing missing is Binna's own account (coming soon).

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