#tae is cryptic

[joyswonderland1108]

“How on earth is JK hanging up on Tae somehow Jimin's fault?”

JK hangs up on Tae → Tae looks mildly annoyed → Jimin breathes in the same time zone → suddenly it's his masterplan all along 😭 “He manipulated Jungkook with his smirk” girl be serious.

I— You know what? Nevermind. Never. Mind. I've seen the circus and I don’t need front row seats today. These people will see Jungkook unplug the sun and blame the lack of sunlight on Jimin’s aura or something. “He’s too radiant and Jungkook couldn’t take it 🥺” — girl what.

BUT ANYWAY. How are we doing today, fam? How are we feeling? Because Echo just dropped.

And if you’re not listening to it like your life depends on it… what are you doing??? Rent is due, and so is your streaming effort.

Here are two playlists I’m using to stream — because we support our kings with views AND taste. Hopefully they help you too.

Now let’s talk about Jin’s live. Or as I like to call it: The Groupchat Leak None of Us Knew We Needed. Because excuse me, what was THAT? 193 comments from the members???

I swear they either:

Accidentally dropped the groupchat into the public zone,

Are now testing a new social experiment called “Parasocial Group Messaging,”

Or they simply forgot we weren’t supposed to be there.

Honestly? Not complaining. Inject every chaotic interaction directly into my bloodstream. Jin saying “get out of my comments” while simultaneously being soft with them?? Peak hyung behavior. I just know he texted the actual groupchat later like, “Next time use KakaoTalk LIKE NORMAL HUMAN BEINGS.”

Now onto the part of the regularly scheduled program where we collectively slap some sense into the jobless haters: "Jikook are never together" “Where is the proof?” “Are you delusional?”

OH I DON’T KNOW. Maybe they listened to a whole song together? Not just any song. "Don't Say You Love Me". Like… really think about the emotional damage in that title and then imagine Jikook choosing that as their bonding soundtrack. I’m not okay, thanks for asking (I'm being delulu leave me alone!!)

And what’s Jungkook doing? Oh just… talking on the phone. And laughing. Right next to Jimin. As if they share one braincell and can’t operate it when they’re apart. So sorry for having eyes and ears and a functioning memory.

Let’s talk about the inside jokes. The bane of every Jikooker's existence. “It looks good on you.” “No, no, it looks good on you.”

✨STAAAAHP✨ I’m tired of being left out like a side character in a K-drama who gets five lines and a heartbreak arc. WHAT LOOKS GOOD ON WHO? IS THIS ABOUT CLOTHES OR SOMETHING ELSE? Give us the context, I’m begging. These two act like we were THERE for the original joke. Like we weren’t just trying to eat our snacks and mind our business before they decided to gaslight us with cryptic matching dialogue.

And THEN. Jungkook just decides that Hopeminkook can carry on the convo post-live like this was a planned coffee chat. Bro straight up ghosted but gave them permission to “go on.” 😂

Meanwhile, I can feel Jin’s soul leaving his body. You just know he hit the groupchat with: “Get. Out. Of. My. Comments.” And Hobi responded with 10 emojis and Jimin sent a picture of his elbow or something equally cursed.

But now, for the highlight of today’s unhinged lesson in Jikookology: DULPO and NETPO.

For the confused among us (it’s okay, you’re loved), let me educate you real quick:

In Korean, numbers go like this:

1 = 하나 (hana)

2 = 둘 (dul)

3 = 셋 (set)

4 = 넷 (net)

Let me explain based on what i know and what i understood :

In the South Korean military artillery units, soldiers are divided into tank/artillery crews, each given a number. And because Korean is a language of poetic chaos and nicknames, this turns into:

Jungkook, an artilleryman (포수 / posu), was assigned to tank crew number 2 → hence the name DULPO (둘포): "둘 (dul)" = two + "포 (po)" = artillery/gunner

Jimin? He was assigned to tank crew number 4, and naturally, his squad is NETPO (넷포): "넷 (net)" = four + "포 (po)" = artillery/gunner

Not just that — Jimin casually decided to let us know that He is the "ACE" of Netpo, and I’m sorry but ??? We now have ranks within nicknames?? You’re telling me this man is out there acing the military?? Can you imagine Jimin just glowing under camouflage paint and being the top gunner in his squad like it's the finale of a K-drama?

Now..

🕵️‍♂️ BTS Mafia Game Chaos (aka Jikook & Hobi being extra on the timeline)

It all starts with Jimin, just casually asking:

지민: 마피아 하실? “Are you going to play the mafia game?”

Enter Jungkook, 1 minute later, saying:

JK: 눈치게임 1 “Timing game 1”

(He’s referring to a Korean timing game called 눈치게임 (Noonchi Game) where everyone tries to say a number in sequence without overlapping someone else's number — like 1, 2, 3, etc. — but if two people say the same number, they lose.)

Then Hobi shows up and drops:

hobi: 즈2 = "2" in a playful/slangy way

Then Jimin says:

지민: 이 = "2" (again)

And finally Jungkook, being over it already, says:

JK: 아 중복 너무 많다 “Ah, there are too many overlaps” 😩

So basically, this was:

Jimin starting chaos with a mafia game suggestion

Jungkook turning it into a Noonchi Game

Everyone yelling "2" like chaotic toddlers

Jungkook realizing they’ve all failed the game instantly because of too many overlaps

TL;DR:

JK hangs up on Tae and that’s somehow Jimin’s fault (???)

Jin’s live was a groupchat simulation gone rogue

Jikook listened to an emotionally devastating song together and smiled through it like psychopaths

We got soft bickering, synchronized laughter, mysterious inside jokes, and now apparently, gaming lore to study

Jimin = Netpo ACE. JK = Dulpo Support Main (probably)

I need a nap

Anyway, stream Echo!!! And don't forget our boys only have about 3 weeks and 4 days left to be with us again!!!

[rottenpumpkin13]

all the shinra execs take a vacation how does soldier and turks handle this

It'd be hilarious if they left SOLDIER and the Turks scrambling to fill the gaps. Angeal fills in as Director of SOLDIER, Genesis is reluctantly assigned to Weapons Development and Materia Production, Hojo insists he temporarily oversees the Science Department, Zack gets left in charge of Urban Development by Reeve, but all he got as guidance was a strange, cryptic animatronic cat he doesn't know what to do with.

*Genesis is in the lounge on the SOLDIER floor, rummaging through a box of dangerous materia he nicked from the production lab. Sephiroth walks by in a lab coat*

Sephiroth: Since Hojo isn't here, I'm using his resources to dig into everything about my mother, my upbringing, and where I came from. I intend to find out the truth once and for all.

Genesis: Great! Have fun.

*Sephiroth leaves, Angeal enters*

Angeal: Genesis, you're not supposed to be here. You're supposed to be in Weapons Development this week.

Genesis, toying with the materia: The beauty of being a Director is that I can do whatever I want.

Angeal: Give me those! Do you have any idea how dangerous these are?

*Zack walks in, holding Cait Sith like a bomb*

Zack: Guys, what the hell am I supposed to do with this thing?? Reeve just left me with it!

Genesis: What an unsightly toy. Would you like me to use materia to set it on fire?

Cait Sith: Leave it tae the failed poet tae muck up every job he's given. Stick tae readin' yer little fairytales, lad. At least those don't explode.

Zack: IT TALKS?!?

Genesis: IT INSULTS!

*Genesis lunges at Cait Sith, but Angeal grabs him and holds him back*

Zack: shielding Cait Sith: Noo don't hurt it, it's just a kitty!

*The struggle is escalating into chaos when Sephiroth re-enters, looking angry*

Angeal: Sephiroth, where are you going?!

Sephiroth: TO KILL PEOPLE

[ohlawdthebirds]

Sunday Morning

Butch!Soap MacTavish x gn!Reader

Synopsis: Two freaks (affectionate) go to church.

Cw: religious themes (this fic involves the nuances of two character's experiences with religion, namely Christianity/Catholicism). These views don't necessarily reflect my own, and they may not reflect yours either!)

Special thanks to @stellewriites for encouraging me every step of the way! This fic wouldn't exist without you💖🫂✨️Also, y'all should check out her fic that inspired this.

I highly recommend listening to Ethel Cain’s Preacher’s Daughter while reading this. I had Family Tree on repeat while writing, so if it feels like your bones are breaking and you taste blood in your mouth, that’s why.

Johanna “Soap” MacTavish was not a praying woman. Not normally, at least. Her years of seeing the horror the world had to offer, and her participation in them, stripped away what little faith she had remaining. And it wasn’t as though she’d never had faith.

She remembered being a wee bairn, legs kicking against the wooden pews as she listened to the hymns the choir sung. She remembered the smell of incense, the sting of the kneelers digging into her knees when it was time to pray, the way her hand flew through the motions when she made the sign of the cross.

It all meant something, once. A time where she felt that God was listening to her, that God even cared. If you asked her now if she thought that God cared, she’d respond that she had no idea.

She might even tell you she wasn’t sure if God was even real.

Add in being a huge lesbian and Soap found more than enough reasons to stay away from church.

And yet, when you come up to her on a random Saturday and ask if she’ll come to church with you, she finds herself agreeing.

“Ye take all yer dates tae church?” she quips. The joke is a feeble attempt at fighting back the rising panic in her chest. What she’s scared of, she’s not yet sure.

Soap notes the exhausted smile that crosses your face.

“Only the ones I really like,” you toss back. “But seriously, only come if you’re comfortable. I just…just felt like checking out that church a few blocks down the road.”

“Any reason ye asked me? Th’ others weren’t around?” It’s not that she minds, but Soap can’t seem to recall ever telling you she was religious. Or, at least, that she grew up that way. Maybe you pieced it together after glimpsing the cross necklace she kept tucked under her shirt.

“I don’t know, exactly. Had a feeling you’d understand my reasons for going. Thought maybe you’d get something out of it too.”

Before Soap can ask more about your cryptic answer, you make a beeline for the door.

“I’ll meet you outside your barrack at 0700 sharp. And I’ll bring breakfast!”

-

0700 comes sooner than she’d like. Soap wakes and dresses, pulling on a plain shirt and black cargos. Her feet are slipped into freshly cleaned boots, ones she stayed up an extra hour scrubbing the dirt from. Felt like bad manners to show up at one of God’s many houses and track filth in. Her hair has grown out past regulation length, but Price isn’t up her arse about it. A bit of water and a pea-sized amount of pomade nicked from Gaz helps tame her mullethawk.

For a moment, Soap wonders what she’s doing this for. She could have very well declined your offer. In some twisted way, she feels like a dog returning to its vomit; the church of her youth left her disillusioned and previous attempts to return felt like forcing open a locked door. She wasn’t sure why she even went back. Maybe it was for approval. Her parent’s or God’s, who’s to say? Her mother routinely asked if she kept up with her prayers and Soap never had the heart to tell her “Only sometimes.”

For all her doubt, Soap couldn’t help the occasional prayer for protection before embarking upon missions, and a word of thanks when the team made it back in one piece.

A knock sounds from the door. Soap grabs her jacket from where it hangs over her chair. Before she can fully cross the room, something tugs at the back of her mind. She remembers her gran’s rosary beads; the ones passed down after her death years ago. She digs them from where they rest in an ornate box stashed towards the back of her desk. They’re slipped from the box’s silk lining and gently lowered into a cargo pocket. Soap moves back towards the door, pulling it open to reveal you.

You’re dressed similarly, with nondescript trousers and a shirt with the logo of a band she’s never heard of. There’s a plastic container in your hands. You give her that same exhausted smile from yesterday and Soap wants nothing more than to cradle you in her arms. But, before she can, you pluck the top off the container and offer it out to her. The scent of cinnamon and sugar hits her nostrils.

“Ghost saved me a few of these. They’re from that bakery he’s been frequenting. Think he’s sweet on the bird that works there.”

Soap pulls out a cinnamon bun and immediately tucks into it. She wonders, briefly, if she should say grace, but this thought comes after she’s halfway through the pastry. Maybe next time.

You lead the way off base and down the road to a church Soap has passed many times before. It’s small, with stained glass windows and a tiny cross perched atop the steeple. The doors are open, and people trickle in. Soap notes how you hesitate before clenching your jaw and striding forward. She follows you up the steps and into the sanctuary where the two of you sequester yourselves in a pew farthest from the pulpit.

The smell of the church is a gut-punch of nostalgia, all old wood and onionskin paper. The cushioned seats of the pew are worn, threadbare, and do nothing to stop the varnished wood from pressing into your legs. Soap is surprised by how calm she feels. There’s none of the usual guilt and fear crawling under her skin and nestling into her bones. Peering over to you, the exhaustion in your eyes is still present, but you’re not as tense.

Soon enough, service begins, and the reverend takes to the pulpit. The congregation is led through hymns that take Soap back to her childhood. She finds herself swaying along with the rise and fall of voices. You do the same, albeit with less familiarity.

When they end, the reverend begins his sermon. It’s some variation of things Soap has heard before, an interpretation of Jesus’s teachings and how they relate to the modern era. She nods along at some points, frowning at others.

Jesus wouldnae say tha’, she thinks at one point. You, on the other hand, have a notebook out and scribble furiously across the page. When Soap leans over to get a closer look, you tilt the page towards her.

‘This guy’s a HACK’, she reads. It takes everything within her to hold back a laugh. You grin, continuing to write as quickly as the reverend speaks.

Communion is towards the end of the serivice. Soap had completely blanked on it being the first Sunday of the month. Her mother would be pleased to hear her wayward daughter had received the Eucharist the next time she called.

Congregants stand and shuffle into a line leading up to the pulpit. You end up in front of Soap, hands fiddling with each other while you wait in line. When you finally reach the front, you bow your head quickly before cupping your hands, left under right, to receive the rice cracker.

“The body of Christ,” the reverend says.

“Amen,” you demure, slipping the cracker between your teeth, chewing only twice before it basically dissolves. The reverend extends the chalice in his hands, full of red wine, and you accept it into yours, taking a modest sip. You move to the side immediately after and walk back to the pew.

There’s a slight nervousness stirring in Soap’s guts as she approaches. Her body moves through the movements on pure muscle memory, the “Amen” leaving her mouth without much thought. The cracker is dry on her tongue, the wine sweet in her mouth. She walks back to the pew feeling strangely renewed.

Service concludes soon after, with a parting prayer and a hymn for the road. The exit from the building feels less like an escape and more of an emergence into the late morning sunlight. Like Jesus on th’ third day from tha’ tomb, Soap muses wryly. When she turns to you the exhaustion seems to have been lifted fully. Your eyes are brighter, and a genuine smile graces your face.

“Hey, can I show you something? It’ll be quick,” you ask. Soap agrees, following close on your heels as you lead the way to the church’s garden towards the back of the building. It’s not lost on her that she’s been following you around for most of the day. Maybe, in some freaky way, you’re a shepherd that was sent to retrieve her back to the flock. If anything, Soap believes you have a slightly better sense of direction than her.

The church garden is small, with a wooden gazebo and stone benches dotted around the property. Flowers grow in manicured beds along the cobblestone path winding through the garden. Further in is a huge planter box crowded with fresh vegetables. A wooden sign leaned against the box advertises the vegetables as free for whomever wanted them.

You settle onto a stone bench. Soap wanders a bit more, ambling over to the planter box and plucking a tomato off the vine. She bites into it, eliciting a shriek of mock horror from you.

“Johnny! You’re just gonna eat it raw? You didn’t even wash it off!”

Soap smirks around the juice and seeds. “Not the only thing I eat raw, bon,” she jokes.

You grimace only for it to turn to laughter. Soap joins in, head tossed back and doing her best not to choke. Your laughter dies down soon enough, leaving the two of you to bask in the tranquility of the garden. Though it pains you to do so, you’re the first to break the silence.

“I come here sometimes, to pray.”

Soap finishes off the remnants of her tomato.

“D’you believe in it? Erm, in Him? In God?”

“Not sure. I think I’m trying to,” you hum. “I think… I want to. I want to believe in something bigger than myself, like it all means something, y’know? Like, this all has a purpose.”

“I get tha’,” Soap murmurs. “Been tryin’ tae figure this out for mysel’ fir a while. Grew up in th’ church, but things weren’t workin’ out.”

Soap turns to you, a question burning on her tongue.

“What’d ye mean yesterday, when ye said ah wid ken yer reason fir goin’ ‘ere?”

“I’ll be so honest,” you said sheepishly, “I kinda made that up. I just wanted someone to come with me and you were the first person that came to mind.”

Something warm blooms in Soap’s chest. She takes the opportunity to reach over and entwine her fingers with yours. You respond in kind, squeezing her fingers gently.

“Thank you for coming with me,” you say. “I don’t know if I’ll keep coming here going forward, but I wanted to try at least once.”

“And if ye ever dae come again…I dinnae think I’d mind comin’ with.” Soap says.

And, in a moment of bravery you didn’t think you possessed, you lean over to press your lips against hers. The kiss is soft and warm, much like the sun on your skin. Soap tilts her head to deepen the kiss when someone clears their throat loudly. The two of you jump apart and come face to face with the reverend.

“Pardon me,” he says bashfully, “But the gardens are due to close in a few minutes. I apologize for, uh…interrupting you two.”

You grin. “Not a problem! We’ll be on our way.”

Soap’s hand stays in yours the whole walk home, kisses snuck in every step of the way. You separate briefly when you get to the barracks, promising to meet back at hers once you’ve changed into something more comfortable.

Soap kicks off her boots and swaps out her clothes for a much rattier shirt and gym shorts. You return the same way, swaddled in a huge shirt and baggy joggers. You both slip under Soap’s covers for the most sacred Sunday ritual of all: naptime. Before Soap can fully snuggle in, she remembers the rosary still in her cargo pocket. She’s out the bed before you can protest, hand reaching in and cradling the rosary after fishing it out.

The box sits open, patiently awaiting its treasure. Soap makes the sign of the cross with it, pressing her lips to the metal crucifix before arranging it back within the silk lining. You welcome her back into bed with open arms, pulling her against yourself. Sleep beckons the pair of you in, letting the rest of the day drift by.

Johanna “Soap” MacTavish is an occasionally praying woman. For what could possibly be the first time in her life, she lets herself bask in the moment. There’s no panic in her chest, no fear in her heart. If heaven is real, she hopes it’s a lot like this.

If God is real, she hopes He’s a lot like you.  

[jeonscatalyst]

I keep thinking about the billboard eyes debate about who's eyes it could be & the theories, if it could be him really revealing his future partner like Taeyang did, who he seems to have taken a lot of inspiration from on Muse. The more I think about it, I'm leaning toward the eyes being someone "WE" the fans are familiar with, that he has some kind of public relationship with already, because putting some random girl or guys eyes he's dating behind the scenes, that we aren't familiar with, never seen him with, wouldn't make sense to reveal it this way, like I'm with this person you have never seen with me, here are their eyeballs, so you can stop shipping me with so and so, when all it does is add more confusion. You know what I mean. I don't think he would go through that trouble to publicly announce on a billboard in a video seen by millions to introduce his real "stranger" partner that way, UNLESS there was already some familiarity there already that he knew fans would pick up on and recognize. It would be basically introducing a complete stranger to the world as your partner in a very cryptic way since its just their eyeballs. You would probably just go the natural way first before doing something big like that, like start going out with them publicly or publicly linking yourself to them, to ease people in like the way Tae did and was dropping hints about him and jennie even before the hacker exposed him. Like testing waters Following jennie and then going out with her in public to Jeju and being spotted with her even before the leaks happened and then after the leaks both wearing the same clothes and couple jewelry from the picture, before eventually going public together in paris. This is why I think if jimin was trying to announce who his heart belongs too this way, then most likely it makes sense for it to be someone people are already familiar with. Someone he knows people are familiar with, someone he had been dropping hints with beforehand. And well I can name someone who fits that role right now, because we seen it for years, but esp this past year. Does this make sense to anyone else, cause I don't see Jimin waking up and saying "my GF or BF" no one has ever seen with me, I think I'm just gonna add their eyes on a billboard, they won't be confused at all. Probably not the best plan since the majority of people think its Jk's eyes, even non believers. And def not the brightest plan, esp going from billboard eyes dropping, straight into AYS cause that only convinced people more its Jk's eyes with all that flirting and tension we saw. And if those ain't JK's eyes. Well you gotta feel sorry for that person after AYS, cause that ain't your man. Sorry. Just saying.

Hey anon,

I think we are putting a lot of thought into those billboards eyes to be honest. Is it possible that those eyes meant something? Sure but it is also possible that they were just some random person’s eyes…..or maybe even someone we do know but that doesn’t necessarily mean there is more to it.

Just like you, I too had obsessed over those eyes especially when I found out that Taeyang had his wife’s face on a billboard in one of his songs and Jimin has always admired Taeyang and wanted to somewhat follow his footsteps so the math is mathing and it isn’t exactly delusional to think that he might do something like that since it’s not impossible but I also realized that sometimes, somethings really don’t mean anything more.

I would admit that sometimes those eyes look a lot like Jk’s that I get shook and start to think there is no way those aren’t Jk’s eyes but other times I tell myself that maybe they are not and we are just seeing what we want to see or what we wish is the truth lol. I am at a point where that is a Jikook maybe to me. I am completely 50/50 on the possibility that it is or not.

As for whether Jimin would choose to put a complet stranger, I don’t see why not. I mean before Taeyang put his wife on that billboard I don’t think people knew about her no? So it is possible that it might be someone who we don’t know and haven’t seen around Jimin……but as I said, the eyes on the billboard might just be for effect and not mean anything more.

For now, I keep my thoughts on it at 50/50 and if someday we get to confirm that it was indeed someone we know and suspect, then……..

[writingfromasgard]

Dustball meets Price

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Synopsis: Captain John Price wasn't certain who was more surprised by Dustball's entrance to the meeting but the note in her file made a lot of sense now.

Captain John Price browsed his daily itinerary. It was a typical day packed with responsibilities: writing his own mission reports, reviewing those of his team, and a meeting with the newest member on base - Lieutenant Dustball.

He couldn’t shake off the peculiar note attached to her personnel file, a note reiterated by each base commander: don’t call the exterminator, it’s just Dustball. It made him chuckle at first, then puzzled him. Why on earth would anyone need such a note?

Price considered calling Laswell. After all, she had signed off on Dustball’s transfer. If anyone knew what this cryptic warning meant, it would be her. But then again, maybe it was one of those things better discovered firsthand. With a sigh, he decided to wait and see for himself.

As his day progressed, the time for the meeting drew near. He made his way to the conference room, arriving a bit early. Price eased into one of the stiff chairs, allowing himself a moment of relaxation. He leaned back, closed his eyes, and let out a slow breath.

Clunk - clunk - clunk - cough.

Price’s eyes snapped open. He sat up straight, brows furrowing as the strange noises echoed from above the conference table. He tilted his head back, staring at the large intake vent in the ceiling. It swung down slightly, hinges creaking under the strain.

“Sheeyit, it’s dirtee in here. This should be the right room. Captain Price, are ye in here?”

He rose from his chair slowly, watching in amazement as a young woman’s head appeared around the grate. Dust-covered goggles hid her eyes, and a grin spread across her face. She saluted him while hanging upside down from the vent.

"Lieutenant Dustball, sir. Guid tae meet ye."

For a moment, Price could only watch in slight shock as she slithered the rest of the way out of the vent. She caught herself on her palms, then gracefully landed on the conference table with a light thud. Dustball calmly brushed the dust from her maintenance jumpsuit and hopped down, standing before him.

“The note makes sense now,” Price gruffed, trying to hide his bemusement as he fell back into his seat.

[peachjagiya]

https://x.com/loveazaleav__/status/1872959022162428102

this beauty right here was on my tl and I just had a thought. I dont agree with many of our takes ("our" meaning taekookers). I dont see the "flying candy wrapper", I think it was just dust, I dont think they were supposed to be sharing that room etc.

BUT they are undeniably sus. Their body language, the confusing things they say when tae enters the room, his denial to leave and jk asking him to.. and they are ALWAYS like that.

Their interactions are charged, their body language telling, the things they say are cryptic, actions and words often dont match.. and its always them.

So imo we shouldn't only try to connect all the dots but question ourselves "why are there so many dots here"?

I don’t think they were necessarily sharing the room but I do think Tae was going to stay.

That’s a good way of putting it though. It just happens that we can also connect the many dots 😂

[jikookuntold]

Why Daeun is posting cropped videos of Jimin on her ig if she doesn't know him ? If you are just a fan then post whole videos instead of cropped version? And asking fans to stay away from them ? Doesn't this say something about their relationship. Them attending events together. Having matching items together, kmedia saying they are dating itself said enough. But they even have same apartment (atleast the same complex) ? And she's posting his videos with cryptic messages. No member is linked with a girl for this long.. it's been almost 2-3 years since this undenied rumors started. They'll surpass Taennie atp. What do you think? It can't be her just being a attention seeker imo

You are so funny, everything you said was wrong. They never attended anything together, never had matching items, kmedia never said they are dating unless you consider JM anti forums in DC as kmedia. Living in the same complex is not the same thing as living in the same apartment, are you dumb? 💀 Girl it's not even 2 years, where the 2-3 years came from? They will surpass Taennie? lol where are the vacation photos? Where is the video of them patroling hand in hand? Same people who spied and stole from Jimin for years could have get something for us like they did from Tae, right?

Weren't you the same account asking me if she is an attention seeker? 😂 I told you I don't think she is, because she denied the rumor from the beginning and I didn't find her behavior shady until today which is the anniversary for something special, and thank you for bringing up Taennie because that's where you can find your answer. From day 1 I said that this rumor is the work of Taekookers because the timing was convenient, and they looked for someone with a dark background to maximize the damage. Same people who pay ssngs for material to edit for their ship, same people who started the rumor of Taekook visiting each other to divert attentions from the anniversary of their fav being exposed, are also capable of funding projects like this.

[mjonthetrack]

blue bangtan

Chapter 127: "A Year and a Storm Later"

The cameras were rolling, the lights were warm, and the studio buzzed with that hush of anticipation reserved for legends.

“Alright,” the host said, glancing between them with barely-contained excitement. “We’ve waited a whole year to get this sit-down. Kim Taehyung. Sariah Blue. Together.”

Sariah crossed one leg over the other, diamond hoops catching the light, her smile slow and indulgent like she already knew the questions before they were asked. Taehyung—button-down open just enough to disrespect formalwear, rings glinting—rested his elbow behind her seat, his body turned toward her like gravity had opinions.

“Hi,” she grinned, waving lazily. “It’s ya girl. Still loud, still American, still causing problems.”

The host laughed. “And yet… somehow now adored across Korea.”

Taehyung’s eyes flicked toward her, amused. “Somehow?” he echoed in Korean. “She organized a literal wheelchair rally through Seoul with a Bluetooth speaker and tiny flags. It was impossible not to fall for her.”

“She means the world to me,” he added, suddenly soft.

Sariah mock-fanned herself. “Damn. You trying to make me cry on camera?”

Laughter echoed through the set, but it didn’t drown out the sincerity. They had grown into this thing—not without drama, not without pain—but they wore their relationship now. Not like armor, not like a secret. Like truth. Like air.

The host leaned forward. “Your relationship changed the industry. After your public confirmation, more idols followed. Relationships that used to be hidden—”

“—Are celebrated now,” Sariah nodded. “That’s the goal, right? To just… be able to love, out loud.”

Clips flashed onscreen: a younger idol couple smiling as they walked through Incheon hand-in-hand. A soloist girl group member kissing her girlfriend’s cheek at a fan meet. Even companies were issuing supportive statements now.

“There were threats, sure,” Taehyung said, fingers curling slightly on the couch. “But there was also overwhelming love. And sometimes… being brave is the only way.”

“Also,” Sariah added cheekily, “we just kept being hot and hilarious. That helped.”

They both cackled.

The screen behind them lit up again—fan tweets, trending hashtags, memes. One clip was of her mouthing “MY MAN”from the front row at a BTS concert, wearing Yoongi and Hoseok merch like the menace she still proudly was.

Another showed them at an award show after-party, slow dancing while the DJ played one of her own songs. Taehyung had sung along, terribly. She’d kissed him anyway.

“Do you regret any of it?” the host asked softly.

Taehyung shook his head immediately. “Not a second.”

“Same,” Sariah said, eyes flicking to him. “I’d get in that car, fall down those stairs, crash a studio session, and race a whole park full of strangers again. If it meant ending up here.”

The room quieted.

The host cleared his throat, visibly touched. “What’s next for you two?”

Taehyung smirked. “We’re working on something.”

Sariah raised a brow, cryptic. “Y’all will see.”

(They were lying. They were working on everything.)

Chapter 128: “Blueprints and Bangtan, Baby”

A year in, and they weren’t just a couple—they were a force. No more hiding. No more awkward dodges in interviews. Just Sariah Blue, America’s chaos princess with a mic, and Kim Taehyung, the most effortlessly artistic man in Korea, walking red carpets hand in hand like they invented the concept.

It started when they dropped that couples campaign for Gucci—matching ink, matching energy, chemistry so palpable even the most reserved idol stans had to pause. Now? Now it was normal. Idols were holding hands, tagging partners on Instagram, sneaking kisses in award show behind-the-scenes clips. Everyone was eating good off the boldness of Blue and Tae.

“Sooo you two inspired a revolution,” the host said during a joint interview for a special feature in Dazed Korea. Taehyung smiled with that soft squint and nodded slightly, while Sariah adjusted her shades and smirked.

“I mean, someone had to,” she said, voice like silk dipped in sarcasm. “What, y’all thought we were just gonna be cute and quiet?”

The interviewer laughed, not even hiding their blush.

“We just did what felt honest,” Taehyung added in Korean, glancing at her with that look. The one fans knew now. The she’s-my-muse-and-my-madness look.

Sariah leaned closer and whispered near his mic, “Don’t say that, you’ll have people passing out in the comments again.”

“I’m not responsible for collapses,” he deadpanned, smiling sly. “You are.”

Online Reactions:

🐰ARMY_Tokyo: “THEY’RE SO UNAPOLOGETIC I COULD CRY I LOVE THEM”

🎤MissBlueCrew: “I named my cat after Sariah, I’m not even kidding.”

🧠NamjoonsLeftSock: “They walked so other idol couples could run.”

🇰🇷KNetzBuzz: “Korea hasn’t known peace since she arrived and I’m living for it.”

🎭ActorJLee: “Her presence makes me want to tell my agency I’m dating too 😭😭😭”

Later That Day:

Sariah was curled up next to him backstage at a fashion shoot, phone buzzing nonstop with messages from Heize, Jessi, and even Hwasa sending memes about them trending again.

“You realize we might have accidentally sparked an idol couples' renaissance?” she asked, sipping her matcha boba.

Taehyung nodded, head resting on her thigh. “Good. We were always meant to be loud.”

She smiled down at him, gently carding her fingers through his hair. “Loud and legendary.”

Chapter 129: “Mic Drop… and a Ring”

Sariah had no idea what was happening.

One minute she was being dragged up on stage during BTS’s final encore night of their world tour—wearing Yoongi and Hoseok’s cartoon merch like the menace she was—and the next?

ARMY was screaming. The boys were all weirdly spread out. Jungkook winked. Namjoon suspiciously adjusted his earpiece and gave a subtle nod to someone offstage.

And Taehyung?

Gone. Vanished. Nowhere in sight.

“Hobi—where’s your dramatic ass bestie?” Sariah yelled over the crowd, mic in hand, still laughing.

Hoseok just giggled and pointed behind her.

So of course she turned—and nearly fell into a damn spiral.

There he was. Taehyung. In a glittering black suit jacket, curls messy from the stage heat, one knee on the ground like he was about to close out a K-drama. The lights dimmed behind him. One spotlight. One velvet box. And the loudest crowd she'd ever heard in her life.

She blinked.

Then blinked again.

“What the hell is happening right now?”

“I told you,” he said into the mic, voice calm but clearly emotional, “you were my muse and my madness.”

The crowd lost it.

“And after everything… the chaos, the scooter, the chicken auntie, your Hot Wheels phase, the fans dragging you back to safety… after all of that…”

He opened the box slowly, revealing the most obnoxiously perfect, uniquely set diamond ring in the shape of a tiny flame.

“Will you marry me, Sariah Blue?”

Dead. She was dead.

The stadium was shaking. The cameras were rolling. Twitter was combusting. Jessi was somewhere backstage sobbing and screaming into a Dior fan. Fans were jumping like they just witnessed the second coming.

Sariah? She was frozen. Then she did what she always did:

She snatched the mic from his hand and yelled, “WHY WOULD YOU PROPOSE WHEN I’M IN MY HOBI MERCH YOU LUNATIC?!”

The boys were cracking up. Hobi was cackling. Yoongi had dropped to his knees. The screens flashed emojis and reaction gifs on loop.

But then, she cupped his face. Held his cheeks and shook her head softly, grinning through misty eyes.

“You’re lucky you’re pretty.”

Then she grabbed the mic again and screamed into it, “YES YOU PSYCHO I’LL MARRY YOU.”

The stadium exploded.

Fan Reaction (immediate chaos):

🎤@ MissBlueCrew: “NOT THE HOBI SHIRT AT THE PROPOSAL I CAN’T BREATHE”

🐯@ TaehyungiesMuse: “SHE SAID YES AND CALLED HIM A LUNATIC OMGGGGG”

🎤@ HotWheelsForLife: “SARIAH BLUE MARRYING THE MOST EXTRA MAN IN KOREA AFTER A YEAR OF WRECKING THE INDUSTRY I’M SOBBING”

😭@ BlueKDramaLead: “THIS IS THE REAL ENDING OF DESCENDANTS OF THE SUN IDC”

🐱@ Yoongified: “yoongi really fell over screaming. my entire soul left.”

Backstage, after the chaos, she curled into his chest still wearing the merch.

“You realize I’m never living this down,” she murmured.

“I wouldn’t have you any other way,” he said, kissing the top of her head. “My little menace fiancée.”

Chapter 130: Taehyung Runs the Wedding Show

The moment Taehyung stepped into the bridal boutique, all eyes practically bowed to him. Not just because he was Kim Taehyung—fashion icon, king of aesthetics, and drama legend—but because the man came armed with vision. And an outfit that slayed harder than a red carpet.

Sariah followed behind, clutching her phone, half-amused, half-wondering if she was about to witness a full-blown runway critique disguised as wedding planning.

Taehyung swirled around the racks of gowns like he was picking out outfits for the Met Gala. “Nope. Too basic. And definitely not for my queen,” he declared, pointing at a dress with way too much lace. “We need something iconic. Something bold. Like, make the whole wedding a headline, you feel me?”

The consultant blinked, already taking notes at lightning speed. “Of course, Mr. Kim. What about this custom designer we work with? Very avant-garde.”

Taehyung’s eyes sparkled. “Now we’re talking. Let’s get them on speed dial. And flowers? Forget roses. Think giant orchids, peonies—but make it extravagant. Like art.”

Sariah couldn’t help but grin. This was her man. The one who made even the most mundane details feel like a fashion statement.

He spun, hands in the air, “And the suit? We’re talking bespoke velvet, dark emerald green, silk lining with embroidery. You know, something that screams ‘I’m marrying a legend.’”

She laughed, tugging his arm. “Drama king, fashion icon, and hype groom all rolled into one.”

Taehyung winked, leaning in. “Only the best for my bride. Let’s make this wedding unforgettable.”

Chapter 130 Continued: Taehyung Runs the Wedding Show—Cake Edition

The bakery smelled like heaven and pure sugar overload, but Taehyung was locked in like it was a Michelin-star tasting. Rows of fancy cakes, each looking like a piece of art, sat like little treasures on the table.

He leaned over, picking up a tiny forkful of a dark chocolate ganache layer. Eyes closed for a moment. “Mmm… this one? Smooth, with just the right bitterness. Like a dark romance novel,” he said, winking at Sariah.

She rolled her eyes, smiling. “You’re ridiculous.”

He grinned, nudging her shoulder. “But also right. We need the cake to be as bold as you are. No boring vanilla nonsense. We’re making a statement—sweet but with attitude.”

Sariah picked up a pastel pink slice. “What about this one? Pretty and soft.”

Taehyung shook his head dramatically. “Nah. That’s for someone playing it safe. We’re not safe.”

The baker chuckled. “Looks like we have a critic and a visionary in one.”

Taehyung sat back, fingers tapping the table. “Also, can we have some edible gold flakes? Maybe a hint of champagne flavor? I want the guests to taste luxury.”

Sariah laughed, caught between being amused and impressed. “You really thought this through.”

He reached across, taking her hand. “Only the best for my bride. This whole thing? It’s our masterpiece.”

Later, while trying on shoes for the reception, he held up a pair of bold, shiny loafers. “You see these? I’m walking in style—and maybe making everyone jealous.”

Sariah shook her head, biting her lip to hide her grin. “You’re impossible.”

Taehyung pulled her close, voice low, “Impossible to resist.”

Chapter 131: Dress Mystery & Taehyung’s Spiral

Taehyung paced the sleek penthouse living room like a caged lion. His phone was blowing up with texts from Yoongi, J-Hope, RM, and even Jin, all lowkey trying to calm him down, but nope — the groom was officially losing it.

“Guys, what if she picked something crazy?” Taehyung snapped, raking a hand through his hair. “Like… like something wild. Something no one’s ready for.”

Yoongi smirked, leaning back on the couch, arms crossed. “It’s her wedding dress, Tae. She’s got this.”

J-Hope shot him a look. “But I get it, man. This is next-level anxiety.”

Taehyung’s phone buzzed again. A pic from Jessi popped up — a blurry snap of Sariah laughing, holding a glass, her face glowing, surrounded by their girls at some luxe rooftop bar.

His heart did a weird flip. He texted back: Bring her home in one piece.

Meanwhile, across the city, Sariah was in full party mode, dancing with Jessi and the crew. “I’m telling you, this weekend? Zero stress,” she said, swirling her drink. “He’ll figure it out. Maybe.”

Jessi winked, “Or he’s gonna be an absolute mess.”

Back at Taehyung’s place, RM sighed, “You’re acting like someone’s gonna snatch her away.”

Taehyung threw a glare, but honestly? That fear was real. “Not if I can help it.”

The boys exchanged looks. “Bro, it’s your girl, calm down,” Jin chuckled, but Taehyung’s mind was already racing a million miles per minute.

Chapter 132: Taehyung’s Bachelor Party

The club was lit, but Tae was acting like he was stuck in a rom-com. Slouched on the couch, holding a drink like it was the last thing keeping him together.

Jungkook nudged him, grinning, “Hyung, you okay? You look like you lost your girlfriend already.”

Taehyung huffed, “Bruh, she’s gone for two days and I’m already a mess. I swear, this wedding stress is killing me.”

Yoongi raised an eyebrow, deadpan, “Stress or you just miss your girl?”

Taehyung threw him a look. “Both, duh. She’s the whole vibe. I’m just trying not to spiral.”

J-Hope laughed, “You’re about to cry at your own bachelor party, hyung.”

Taehyung’s eyes got all dramatic. “I want her here. Like, I want to see the dress, hold her hand, tell her she’s mine forever.”

RM smirked, “Man, you’re soft as hell.”

Jin shook his head, chuckling, “This kid’s a mess, but that’s why we love him.”

Taehyung took a dramatic sip and threw his head back, “I’m the luckiest idiot alive. She better not be picking some wild dress.”

Jungkook laughed, “If she does, you’re stuck with it, hyung.”

They all burst out laughing, Taehyung included, the tension breaking as the music turned up.

Chapter 133: Wedding Morning, Paris

The Paris sun peeked gently through the ornate curtains, casting a warm glow over the room where Sariah sat, legs curled beneath her on a velvet chaise. Her dress — a delicate cascade of silk and lace — lay beside her, waiting for the final moment. The scent of fresh roses mingled with vanilla candles flickering softly on the antique vanity.

Jessi fluttered around like a whirlwind, checking every detail, from the perfectly pinned hair to the tiny flower girl’s basket nearby. The girls laughed softly, trying to calm Sariah’s fluttering nerves.

“Breathe, Blue,” Jessi said, brushing a stray curl behind Sariah’s ear. “You’re gonna slay today. Paris isn’t ready for you.”

Sariah smiled, though her heart hammered fiercely. “I still can’t believe it’s today. The whole world feels like it’s spinning.”

Meanwhile, down the hall, Taehyung was getting his own royal treatment — his best men fussing over the sharp suit, adjusting the cuffs, and reminding him to eat breakfast. His phone buzzed constantly with messages from the boys and a few last-minute good-luck texts from the crew.

“Yo, Tae, you good?” Jin teased as he polished his cufflinks.

Tae grinned, trying to look calm, but his eyes sparkled with that barely-contained excitement. “Better now. Can’t wait to see my queen walk down that aisle.”

Back in her suite, Sariah’s phone buzzed — a text from Tae: Counting down the minutes. See you soon, my love.

She took a deep breath, the nervous excitement mingling with an unshakable certainty: this day was hers and his forever.

Chapter 134: The Ceremony — A Royal Affair in Paris

The sun dipped low behind the gothic spires of the cathedral, casting long golden rays that filtered through stained glass windows, splashing kaleidoscopes of color onto the marble floors. A hush fell over the crowd as the orchestra swelled, a haunting melody weaving through the vaulted ceilings.

Sariah stood just behind the heavy velvet curtain, her heart pounding like the timpani echoing through the vast chamber. Her dress — a breathtaking masterpiece of lace and silk, hand-embroidered with delicate blue threads and tiny crystals that caught the light like whispers of the night sky — hugged her curves perfectly. The veil, sheer and flowing, trailed behind her like a shimmering wave.

Her breath caught as the music shifted, signaling her moment.

Down the aisle, Taehyung appeared, looking like he’d just stepped out of a fashion editorial. The suit was custom-made by Paris’s finest, midnight black with subtle embroidery echoing the celestial theme of Sariah’s gown — constellations woven into the fabric, sparkling under the candlelight. His eyes locked onto hers, a look so intense and filled with raw love it stopped time.

The entire congregation — from K-pop idols to global icons, Parisian nobility to their closest friends — rose as one. Cameras flashed, but all Taehyung saw was her.

Step by step, Sariah glided down the aisle, her fingers twitching to reach his. The world around them blurred until only their gazes remained, fierce and tender all at once.

The officiant, a respected figure bridging East and West, spoke words of unity, strength, and passion — weaving their stories, their cultures, their fierce, unapologetic love into a tapestry of vows.

Taehyung’s voice cracked just slightly as he recited his promises, his hand finding hers and holding it like a lifeline.

Sariah’s own vows were poetry, raw and real, her Korean fluency laced with English, a perfect metaphor for their bond — two worlds colliding, creating something beautiful and unbreakable.

When they finally exchanged rings, the diamonds gleamed like stars — crafted from stones sourced from both Korea and America — symbols of their joined destinies.

The kiss? It was electric, a public claim that was both a celebration and a declaration: this love was theirs, unshakable and unstoppable.

As they turned to face their cheering guests, confetti rained down like a celestial storm. Behind them, the Paris skyline blazed with fireworks — the city itself seemed to celebrate their union.

Backstage, friends whispered and smiled, knowing they’d witnessed not just a wedding, but the birth of a legend.

Chapter 135: Reception Royalty — Champagne, Chaos & Confessions

The grand ballroom of the Parisian palace had been transformed into a dreamscape of twinkling fairy lights, lush floral arrangements bursting with white peonies, baby’s breath, and blue orchids—Sariah’s signature color subtly woven throughout. Crystal chandeliers sparkled overhead, reflecting off the polished marble floor where the dance party was about to erupt.

Sariah floated in on a cloud of laughter and champagne bubbles, her gown swapped for a sleek, modern cut with just enough shimmer to catch Taehyung’s eye from across the room. He was in a tailored tuxedo, the lapel pin a tiny blue sapphire—her favorite stone, a sweet little flex.

The DJ — aka Jungkook with a killer playlist — kicked off the night with BTS bangers mixed with Sariah’s favorite R&B beats, setting the dance floor ablaze instantly.

The hyungs surrounded Taehyung like his personal hype squad, but his eyes never left her. When she caught his gaze and winked, the whole room lit up with energy.

Between dancing and laughing, the speeches started — Hoseok’s voice booming with heartfelt love and a sprinkle of jokes about Taehyung’s “nervous groom dance,” Yoongi’s low-key, sincere toast that made everyone clutch their glasses a little tighter, and Jessi bringing the house down with her signature sassy, unfiltered praise for Sariah.

Sariah took a moment to steal Taehyung away from the crowd. They found a quiet balcony overlooking the glittering Seine, the city lights like stars mirroring the sparkle in their eyes.

He pulled her close, whispering, “You’ve changed everything — made me braver, better. I don’t know how I got so lucky.”

She smiled, fingers tracing the line of his jaw. “We’re unstoppable, Tae. Together? No one can touch us.”

Back inside, the party hit full throttle. Dance-offs broke out, champagne flowed like rivers, and when Sariah hit the mic for an impromptu freestyle, the crowd lost it — her voice powerful and smooth, owning the night.

Later, Taehyung and Sariah cut their cake — a stunning multi-tiered masterpiece decorated with edible flowers and hints of gold leaf — feeding each other bites, laughter mixing with sweet whispers.

The night stretched on, a perfect blend of chaos and intimacy, all wrapped in that electric feeling that this was just the beginning of their forever.

Chapter 136: New Beginnings

Morning light filtered gently through floor-to-ceiling windows, casting warm honey tones across the room. Their home — a beautiful fusion of sleek Korean minimalism and touches of Sariah’s LA soul — was quiet except for the soft hum of the city waking up outside.

Sariah stood at the kitchen island, tracing lazy circles on her belly beneath a loose, flowing blouse. Her eyes sparkled with something soft and fierce all at once. Tae moved around her with effortless grace, pouring two cups of coffee, his gaze never leaving her.

“Today’s the day,” she said quietly, voice full of promise.

Tae smiled, settling beside her, fingers brushing hers with that familiar tenderness. “Citizenship appointment this afternoon. Officially yours. Korean and American, two homes, one heart.”

She laughed softly, a sound full of peace and joy. “Feels like finally belonging.”

The maze of paperwork, the waiting, the struggles — they’d navigated it all together. But this moment was theirs alone. A quiet milestone wrapped in the glow of shared dreams.

Later, as dusk painted the Seoul skyline in shades of lavender and gold, they stood on the balcony, wrapped in each other’s arms. The city buzzed below like a million quiet promises.

“We’ve come so far,” Tae whispered, voice thick with emotion.

Sariah leaned into him, heart full, eyes bright. “And this is only the beginning.”

The lights flickered, a soft pulse in the night — endless, warm, theirs.

Epilogue: Across Every Lifetime

The soft hum of a lullaby drifted through the quiet nursery, warm light pooling over tiny, perfect fingers curling around Tae’s thumb. Outside, the world moved fast — flashing cameras, endless schedules, the ceaseless buzz of fame and dreams. But here, in this still moment, time slowed.

Sariah rested her head on Tae’s shoulder, eyes closed, heart full. “I never believed in fate,” she whispered, voice barely above a breath.

Tae smiled, pressing a gentle kiss to her temple. “Maybe it’s not about fate… maybe it’s about the choices we make.”

Her fingers traced the faint scar on his wrist, the mark of battles fought and won, both public and private.

“We chose each other,” she said softly. “And I would marry you in every lifetime.”

He pulled her closer, their breaths syncing, a quiet promise folding between them — one that stretched beyond time, beyond lives, beyond worlds.

Because some loves are eternal. And theirs was one of them.

[suga-kookiemonster]

You know what? I always reserved myself to joke and participate in the whole "no one wants Namjoon to leave the Military service more than himself" thing, because I wanted to hear from themselves if they ever felt comfortable talking about it (it was a possibility), but now? Fuck them, fuck the Korean government (not that they shouldn't have before), fuck these Korean people who think they're so self-righteous and fuck the Military for everything they did AND DO to their OWN people

🤗🫰🏻

(Ps: don't have really where to vent, so here it am😔, love you)

honestly, i knew it wouldn't be the best environment, and i knew namjoon in particular was going through it from all the not-so-cryptic instastories he was posting, but hearing from his own mouth just how much he mentally struggled (and continues to) makes me livid. tae seems more mature, but also like he's kinda brushing off his experience because he really doesn't want to talk about it. jimin and jk at least had each other, but i saw a clip of their live, and when jungkook lightly touches the back of jimin's neck when jimin wasn't expecting it, that poor baby flinched hard before he realized where it was coming from. it honest to god broke my heart.

even just the fact that so many of them were put on the front lines...you literally can't convince me that they weren't being punished for refusing to be the korean gov't's pawns anymore. for refusing to play its little games. but they're finally home and finally free and now we can all wait for yoongi to be released and support them and help them heal 💜

[joyswonderland1108]

Glad i Got Second Thoughts lol

I was this close, like jeongmal THIS close, to posting a whole dramatic reenactment of how the cult wanted us to act over "two BTS members being in the same gym"—like gasping, crying, throwing up, blacking out from the soulmate agenda or whatever.

You know—"OMO!!! JK AND TAE IN SAME GYM??? WAE WAE WAE 😭😭" “JIKOOK IS OVER ㅠㅠ”

ㅋㅋㅋㅋ but then I remembered… We're dealing with the same people who believe heavily edited clips, blurry screenshots from a 240p fan edit, and 2019 Wattpad-tier rumors are part of a docuseries called Truth. The same people who think AI fanart was drawn from life and that someone breathing near someone else means soulmate telepathy.

And let’s be honest—these are the same folks who would crop out the part where I literally say “here’s how THEY wanted us to act” and go ✂️✂️ “Look!! A Jikooker breaking down!!” like it’s a smoking gun or Pulitzer-worthy lmao.

So instead, I’m calmly (read: cackling violently) saving screenshots, because I already know the plot twist that’s coming.

The same people yelling “see? proof!” today will be like “that never happened” tomorrow when the duo with the matching enlistment, shared RRN, and cryptic Keep Going messages pop up with surprises 👀

Shibal ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ

Anyway, stream "denial" by the Cultist Quartet ft. Copium Orchestra 💅

[latinapoetbts]

CHAPTER 3: The First Ones - The Pact: The Humans Refuge - KTH / Reader Insert (Latina/Veronica) * AU- Fantasy: Werewolves, Smut, Violence, Blood,

Summary: Y/N [Veronica aka Vero] is a 24-year-old woman living alone in the countryside while her brothers fight in a war between two kingdoms and her father is away serving as the lead doctor to the royal family with a sick prince. She is independent and intelligent. She comes across a strange and suspiciously the most attractive man she has ever seen in her life in need of help, wounded and possibly dying. Against her judgment, she takes him in to tend to his wounds. Unaware of the supernatural world she is about to be thrown into and as a key player in saving an entire species from extinction. Tae Hyung needs her more than ever. Labels/ Warnings:

Smut, romance, angst, blood and violence, guns, werewolves, AU- Supernatural World, slow burn, some non-con touching.

Chapter 3: The Human’s Refuge

POV: The Strange Man I woke to an ache on my shoulder. I raised my paw to touch my injury. My paw?! No—my hand. I flexed the long, spindly sticks attached to it. That’s what the Human had called it—fingers.The Human’s scent lingered around me, earthy and warm. I could still feel the ghost of her touch from when she had pressed her small, soft hands against my wounds. The memory stirred something unfamiliar inside me—a tightness, a need. It warred with the other instincts burning beneath my skin, primal urges I didn’t yet understand.

I shifted uncomfortably, feeling an odd, hot ache between my legs. I looked down to see the thick, meaty appendage standing tall and painfully hard. Private. The Human had called it that. I let out a low growl of frustration. This body was a prison of sensations I didn’t know how to control. Was this pain? Was this normal?

The instincts of my wolf-self demanded action—hunt, take, claim. But the echoes of this new, fragile humanity whispered restraint, patience, awareness. It was a battle waged within me, a fight between the beast that craved dominance and the human man struggling to understand his place in this foreign skin. I had always known hunger, the thrill of the hunt, the instinct to protect. But this? This storm of emotions and sensations felt unnatural. Overwhelming.

I needed to understand this body and control it. But more than that, I needed answers about my pack. My brothers. My sisters. My mother and father. Were they alive, or had the humans slaughtered them?

Sombra had vanished for now, her cryptic knowledge both helpful and infuriating. She knew about these human forms but not where my pack was. I had no choice but to trust her, even as suspicion lurked in the back of my mind.

I noticed again the scent of earth, herbs, and something soft, floral, and undeniably hers filled my nostrils. Her scent. The Human. I hated humans—loathed them for hunting and killing my kind—but she was different. She had shown me kindness, strength, and a fearlessness I did not expect. Something about her was... bewitching. It burned in my chest like curiosity, like hunger. I wanted to be close to her. 

I forced myself to move. The light from the sun streamed into her den, illuminating wooden walls, strange objects, and an unfamiliar warmth. I rose on unsteady feet, the pain in my shoulder dull but manageable. My muscles, once weak, felt stronger, adjusting to this form.

As I explored, I ran my hands over smooth wooden surfaces, rough stone counters, cool metal objects. The human had called this space a kitchen and a living room. I was beginning to understand.

Then, I realized I had not yet seen her this morning. My guard shot up—I had been careless. I sniffed the air and caught that alluring floral scent, stronger now. My body moved on instinct, following it until I reached a wooden barrier.

A door.

I pressed against it, my hand grasping the round handle. Frustration flared when it didn’t budge. I shoved harder. The wooden slab flew open with a loud crack.

And there she was.

Her eyes widened in shock as she recoiled against the wall beside her bed. A blade gleamed in her trembling hand, raised between us. Her free hand was outstretched as if to ward me off.

She was breathtaking—part prey, part predator warrior. Her parted lips, heaving chest, and the flash of her blade sent a confusing mix of instincts through me. Hunt. Protect. Devour. The golden morning light bathed her bronzed skin, and her hair—wild and beautiful—cascaded down her shoulders in loose, curling vines. And her eyes. Hazel, but shifting—were they greener than before? My breath caught.

She moved. The blade flashed through the air, and I snapped out of my trance.

What in the Goddess's name is she doing?

She had been warm and kind the night before. Why did she now threaten me?

“Tae Hyung, move slowly,” Sombra’s voice echoed in my mind. “You have broken the door to where she sleeps. She is scared.”

I rolled my eyes. Now you show up?

“Step back and put your hands up.”

I obeyed, though frustration curled in my chest. The Human hesitated, her blade lowering slightly. She still did not trust me. I backed out slowly, returning to the living room. I sat where I had been resting before and waited.

POV: The Human

I had to steady my nerves. He had broken my bedroom door.

My heart pounded as I considered my options. He was injured, possibly abused, and clearly disoriented or something odd based on his behavior. But he was also dangerous. His raw strength was alarming—how was he healing so fast?

Regardless, if he was going to stay, he needed clothes.

I dressed quickly, wrapping my hair into a loose braid before rummaging through my brother’s belongings. They were close in size—these should fit him. Knife still strapped to my hip, I grabbed the bundle of clothes and stepped into the living room.

He sat there, watching me. His golden eyes followed my every movement, curiosity shining in them. It made me uneasy—he was too observant, too still.

I placed the clothes beside him. “Here. Put these on.”

He tilted his head, silent.

I picked up the tunic and held it up. “Shirt.” Then, the trousers. “Pants.”

He stared at them, then at me. I sighed. This is going to be difficult.

I knelt beside him, taking his hand and pressing it to the fabric. “Shirt,” I repeated slowly.

He rumbled a low sound in his throat but mimicked me, touching the cloth. “Shi-rt.”

A thrill ran through me. He remembered the word.

I grabbed his hand again—warm, rough, unnervingly strong—and pressed it to the trousers. “Pants.”

“Pa-nts.”

His voice was deep, foreign, but the way he mimicked me was almost perfect. He was learning. Fast.

I turned away, giving him privacy. After a few moments, I heard a frustrated grunt. I glanced back.

He had pulled the tunic over his head, but his arms were tangled in the sleeves.

I bit my lip, stifling a laugh. A beast of raw strength, struggling with a shirt.

Sighing, I moved closer and reached out to help. He stiffened at my touch. His skin was hot beneath my fingers as I guided his arms through the sleeves. Once he was free, he exhaled, his gaze flicking to me.

Too close.

My breath hitched as I realized how near we were. His golden eyes bore into mine, unreadable. Heat pooled in my stomach, too sudden, too strong. I pulled back. “Pants.”

He blinked but took them, this time dressing himself with less struggle. When he was finally clothed, he glanced at me expectantly. Waiting.

I inhaled sharply, regaining my composure. “Come. Let me check your wounds.”

POV: The Strange Man

Her fingers were gentle as they undid the bandages, yet every touch sent a strange ripple through me. My muscles tightened when her fingers brushed my skin, an unfamiliar heat coiling in my stomach. Why? This was different from pain or fear. It was... something else.

She pressed the salve to my skin, her touch lingering longer than necessary. Or maybe I imagined it.

I swallowed hard, frustrated.

What was this feeling? And why did I want more?

I watched her as she prepared “something to eat”. She motioned with her hand as if she were putting something in her mouth and chewing. She motioned for me to sit at the “table”.  I gazed at her, watching her every move as she moved around the “kitchen” bringing over “food”. My stomach made a weird sound, and I went to touch it. I felt hunger and sniffed what was placed in front of me; it was not prey. It was round, brown, and not prey at all. I chewed wincing as it tasted and felt nothing like deer, or long-tailed, clawed beast of the forest. I listened to her speak; her body was tense, and sometimes her cheeks flushed.

“I’m sorry if you don’t like the bread.” Her voice was warm despite the hesitancy in her tone. “You haven’t told me what you like to eat. If I have the ingredients, I can make something else. Or I can go into town to get what you need.”

I barely understood her words, but I listened, the sound of her voice filling the space between us. She planned to leave.

She wiped her hands on a cloth, exhaling before turning back to me. “Look, I don’t know what happened to you, where you came from, or how you ended up in my root cellar, but…” Her fingers tightened on the cloth. She pressed her lips together, glancing to the side before forcing herself to meet my gaze again. “I’ll help you get back on your feet. As long as I know, I can trust you.”

Her gaze sharpened, unwavering. “I don’t want to hurt you, but I will defend myself if I have to. So please, don’t get any… ideas. If you know what I mean.”

She hesitated, then gave a small huff. “Well, damn. I didn’t even ask your name.” She rubbed her temple, sighing. “I’m Veronica. You can call me Vero. What’s yours?”

As I listened to her, I only had more questions. I tried to repeat her name and struggled.

I stared at her, her words spiraling through my mind. A name. A name.

I tried to repeat hers, but it tangled in my tongue. “V-… V-ero…” My mouth struggled around the sound, my tongue awkward against my teeth. I growled in frustration and tried again. “Vero.”

Her eyes widened slightly, and I caught the flicker of surprise before she quickly masked it. A small smile teased the edge of her lips before she cleared her throat.

“Yes, that’s right! You said it right,” she grinned. “Your name?”

I couldn’t think of a name because my packs did not have names the way humans did. It was more a feeling and a smell.

“Tae Hyung,” I heard Sombra say, appearing conveniently. I was grateful. I attempted the name, struggling slightly, but I spoke it with strength.

“Tae Hyung.”

She spoke my name slowly and softly, and I loved hearing its timbre. I wanted to hear her say it again and again.

“Ye-s,” I spoke. The beam and twinkle in her eyes were worth it.

___________________________

The Human moved about the cabin, her presence both soothing and distracting. I followed her, my bare feet pressing against the wooden floor, but my senses craved more. The walls felt confining. I needed to feel the earth beneath me. When she finally stepped outside, I trailed after her, inhaling the crisp morning air.

Sunlight hit my skin for the first time in this form, a warmth so different from my thick fur. I closed my eyes, savoring the breeze that carried the scent of damp soil, crushed leaves, and her.

She glanced and pointed at my feet and frowned. “You need shoes.” She handed me something and pointed to my feet, motioning for me to put these brown things over my feet.

“shoes”

I shook my head. Shoes dull the sensation. I needed to feel the dirt, the grass, the rawness of the world beneath me, like a wolf did.

She exhaled sharply but didn’t argue. Instead, she turned toward the fenced-off part of the land. “You don’t go past the fence,” she warned, pointing at the wooden barrier, her voice firm but laced with unease. “If anyone sees you…” Her lips pressed into a thin line. She didn’t trust me completely. Not yet. But she was protecting me.

I looked at the fence, the strange boundary between her world and the one beyond. It was just wood and metal, yet it carried weight, an invisible force that divided not only land but existence itself. Wolves did not have fences. The forest belonged to all, but humans… humans built barriers. This one kept me in, kept others out. A cage. Just like this human body felt like a cage.

My gaze lingered on her, taking in the way her long, wild curls framed her face, the way her hazel-green eyes flickered between concern and curiosity when she looked at me. My body tensed again with an unfamiliar hunger, different from the one that gnawed at my stomach. It was lower, deeper, confusing. I shifted my weight, frustrated at the way this human body reacted to her.

She noticed. Her gaze flickered downward for a split second before snapping back up to my face, her cheeks darkening. She turned abruptly, muttering something under her breath, but I caught the words: “gods help me.”

I didn’t understand her words completely, but I understood something else—this tension between us, thick and pressing, was dangerous. And I wasn’t sure what it was, where it would lead or if I wanted to fight it. I had so much still to learn about this human and her world. __________________

CHAPTER 4: I hope you enjoy it! Please let me know your thoughts; they keep me motivated! If you liked it, reblog it. You're the best! Thanks so much for reading!

[taehyungfirst]

https://www.tumblr.com/taehyungfirst/745333215645040640/have-you-heard-about-what-happened-to-hyeri-and

That girl was feeding the rumors herself. Tae was deflecting them. Gurumi said that girl loves attention, so, whether the comments were negative or not, she thrives on them. She likes the spotlight. What’s up with her fake mole placements? Doing the same poses, even the tata mic at some point, wearing the same clothes, singing jazz all of a sudden, girl is desperate, I’m sorry. She may not have reacted, but in her own ways, she did by giving “hints” of their “relationship”. Why would she be cryptic when she could just admit it? She loves it when people talk about her. That was the most noise she has gotten in her entire career.

That’s exactly what I’m saying. She was not an angel in this situation, she didn’t act “bravely” or “maturely”, she just soaked in the attention because she needed it to deflect from contracts renewals, L/sa’s partner, The idol, yg stocks, etc etc etc.

[pastel-rights]

Rate your friends

oh this anon finally decided to come around [insert tracy happy here]

uhhh it'll be underneath the cut because it's gonna be. long as hell BWAHAHA apologizing ahead of time if I get sappy 😶‍🌫️

sap

sap

sapppp

Rina [ My first real internet friend 🫡]

RINAAA I see you. I see your art. I perceive you.

And, even if we don't talk as much as we used to in the past, you'll always be the first of many great people I've met. And, I really love and appreciate your presence in my life. Dare I say it was life-altering!!

Ocean, Shamia, Arella, and all your other ocs, I'm cradling them in the palms on my hands so so lovingly. I have so many things I need to tell you to be honest !! But goddamnit I have work every night so I'm always busy doing something wahhhh

Anyways.

New Shamia reference when? I need to draw her and her blonde bitchass dog [ jack ] again they're so funny and I miss them 😭

Blue [ My lifelong irl to internet friend ]

From an IRL friend to now an online friend, we just can't get rid of each other. You're so cool...

You don't use tumblr so, I won't talk much further... but I do appreciate you. And all your silly Itto shrine moments.

Tae [ My Beloved Wife 🫶🏼]

She's the Cro to my Lee.

The Shuichi to my Kaede.

The President Barbie to my Stereotypical Barbie.

The Kafka to my Bladie [ unfortunately /lh ]

Theeeee Raiden Ei to my Yae Mikooooo.

My wife is many things to me!! I really really love your art and your writing, and you're always so kind and funny and I just wanna grrrrr I just want to hold all your ocs and all your muses so close I love them all 😭😭😭

although

YOU.

YOU

FUCKING

ASSHOLE /lh

THAT ORPHY EDIT. THOSE KAFKA BLADIE EDITS. THAT PEACE AND FRIENDSHIP TRIO EDIT. TRYING TO GASLIGHT ME INTO THINKING EVERYONE ELSE ISNT REAL. THE MURDER. THE KIDNAPPING. THE DART. THE FUCKING DART. OUGHHHHHHHHH

I HOPE YOU FALL THROUGH THE SKY, JOHN. KER-FUCKING-SPLAT, BITCH. I think you've driven me insane. A little bit.

But.

We're so good we are so good. Don't even WORRY about it.

Sam [ My Infamous Brother-in-Tumblr Law ]

Sam you're so. /pos

I think the Immortalpheus AU has permanently altered my perception on life.

Your writing is. well. it's painful /pos

You're so cryptic and really funny yet you and your sister make me say some weird shit during work. Like the uno cards and the Dazai shenanigans and Immortalpheus moments and whenever you drop some life shattering fics and shit you drop on others.

Crazy.

You're a very nice and fun person, all jokes aside!! You're very cool and very amazing and a delight to game with and just fun to be around??? your AU lore and your bots and everything is just so.

mwah

good friend good friend!!

french /j

Piano Immortalpheus forever immortalized isn’t that funny

Navi [ My detective in arms ]

NAVI.

OUGH.

THOSE VERITY JOURNAL ENTIRIES.

IM SO.

OUGHHHHHHH

Your art and your way of expressing your characters and your son in your writing are just soooo good I rotate them in my head so often.

Whenever I see you posting about your crimes to Tumblr, I simply giggle. Get em, Navi!!

We don't talk very often but like. I'd love to talk more. plot. commit shenanigans. heart hands.

Fifi [ fucking fifi /lh ]

I want to clasp my hands around your neck and rattle you violently /lh /pos

How are we friends /lh

We've been friends so long, it's kind of insane??? I remember first talking to you during Amy's opening event and everything just sort of spiraled from there... and every day with you is. an experience!! /pos

Still waiting for the Tower Bifty interaction fr fr [ they try to murder each other within the first five replies /j ]

Carrie [ my favorite mike enjoyer ]

CARRRIEEEEE

Number One Mike enthusiast the real Mike enjoyer.

Im always so giddy whenever you occasionally message me, even if it's just to check on me or show me how you torment Sam /lh and your writing and way of interpreting differing IDV characters and skins is so good??? I love reading them they make me so giggly.

Overall 10/10 friend would ramble to given the chance

Pins [ my boss /ih ]

MAFIA FISHHHHHHHHHH

stunning

beautiful

talented

pink enthusiast

My actual best friend, dare i say the bestest friend in the world???? every moment I spend with you is a blissful and amazing moment, and you've been through so much with me and the fact you stayed throughout it all????

I'm just... really glad you chose to stick with me this long. I can be a very abrasive and impulsive person, and yet you care for me, even with all my flaws and I think that just... says a lot about you.

You're the Jade to my Chiaki.

The Rook to my Epel.

The Deuce to my Ace!

Also your art just solos everything I glow whenever I see it

Skye [ my twst buddy !! ]

Grabs you

Holds you

Rattles you

Is friend.

Is friend shaped.

Approved /lh

Four [ floyd kinnie moment ]

Stop tormenting me with the take a break floyds you SCARE me

Never will be over the fucking

Ghostbusters Floyd edit

I flex my Beans Floyd in memory of you

You’re not dead I think you’re just somewhere in the distance squeezing someone like your life depends on it

10/10 friend when we ignore the four imposed breaks /j

Beth [ my favorite aesop and naib enjoyer ]

You.

Holds you gently.

The Aesop player

The Panda Naib haver.

The beloved

The silly.

✨ Beth ✨

Your art? Immaculate. I such a adoration for your art, and whenever I’m able to catch your drawing streams??? I’m just in awe!! Your colors and outfit inspirations are just so cute so nice so well done???

You’re so. You’re so cool uwahhh

MarioGuy [ where do you keep coming from I know damn well it isn't the door /lh ]

I feel like you kind of just break into my house sometimes and make yourself known before randomly disappearing through a non existent back door /pos

You’re a delight to be around!! Every match with you is a bit. It’s uhm. Something!! /lh

Please stop breaking into my home

Rice [ i occasionally remember that Mi Bianca thing and cry a little ]

Every time I see you pop up in my notifications I just smile and giggle.

We don’t talk often but you’re just so cool and awesome and your muses are so funky fresh and your art is so good and ????

Yeah.

Klai [ you. ]

You.

Chaos gremlin.

You never learn.

But you’re funny so I guess it’s okay.

Your art is so. It’s like a shiny gem 💎 and I WANT it. Holding it hostage.

My precious friend’s doodles.

Never trusting you to prime a cipher though. No hard feelings /lh

10/10 friend!! 0/10 decoder though /j

Orange [ ORANGEEEE my favorite chaos gremlin ]

ORANGEEEEE 🍊

So funny

So talented

So cool

So so cool

Your art is so good, you’re so funny and talented and a wonder to talk to. Your ideas are so creative so unique and yet so unequivocally you and I just…

I love it!!

Orange stop being so cool /j

Clown [ the greatest step-parent on the scene!! ]

This is utter insanity Clown you can’t be EVERY MUSE’S step parents there has to be a LIMIT!!!

A LINE in the SAND!!!!

Clown PLEASEEE

But also your art.

I’ve talked so much about everyone’s art

Yours reminds me of the feeling of waking up on a snow day and realizing school is canceled.

It’s always such a delight to see!!

And while every time you open your mouth, I get a little more worried about you, you’re so so cool /lh

Lupi [ you. x2 ]

imagine arson? imagine it no more im approaching your house at rapidly increasing speeds with my hello kitty lighter /j

Sleepy [ 🫡 ]

Sleepy!! 🫂 so cool,,, you’re so cool,,, /pos

Emma [ Sorry. Only one monster lover can exist in this server peacefully. GET EM. - emma ]

The caption says it all.

Also Tatya stop accidentally seducing all the muses or nearly getting stabbed or exploded or hypnotized you are worrying the GIRLIES! /lh

Al [ you have the vibes of the drunk wine family member in a /pos way ]

I don’t talk to you often but whenever you come around, it makes me so giggly. You’re very funny and your art slaps!!

Joe [ joe the silliest ]

JOE

Joe

Joe!

Your art? Funky fresh.

The lore? So interesting I love the little snippets I see floating around.

You’re so creative

Your Embrace is so funny they scream sacrificial lamb uncle who’s kind of fun at parties /lh

They’ve also got a really nice and warm personality, chaotic yet chill and relatable.

Kind of reminds me of Sam but without the entities 🫶🏼

Nakki [ you. x3 ]

Grabs you like a squeaky toy

That’s it that’s everything tbh

Kory, Boris, Brian [ and the rest of the McMun's Hut /lh ]

And this goes out to all my friends and acquaintances in the McMun’s hut! What is wrong with all of you /pos/lh (except you Boris, you’re an Angel)

Everyone there is super chill and super nice, and they’re a lot of fun to be around. So many differing personalities yet it’s always a vibe somehow.

[spookyserenades]

Soooo I'm back and i wrote an essay:

Chapter 10

I love the Scooby Doo gang a lot. How Namjoon is eager to learn and help. Also the fact that it brings them together without too many fights 😂

The brewery scene was hot and unexpected. I'm saying unexpected because i kinda hoped she'd go over to the waiter and everyone will be Uhm Ma'am sit yo ass down. But i liked it nonetheless with killer teddy bear being all mrrr. Also, Hobi and miss gorl Alice i see you and you need to either get to it and make us super jealous or nothing at all😭

The surprises for Namjoon and Jimin were so sweet they warmed my heart. The lengths she'll go for them is unimaginable. Like she could've just been like yep there you go a house and food do your thing, but no, she has a big heart.

Now the 3 events. Liked Hobi's, but I'm a lot more inclined towards Yoongi's and Tae's. The fact that be only has eyes for her my love🥹 I want one pls! And then Tae's i get on another level. As an artist myself, i tend to paint people i love a lot, to get the appreciation back is absolutely ecstatic. Also very touchy touchy sir i see you too👀

And then the cliffhanger, bad Dana. Very bad.

Chapter 11

I need to know how the fight went down between them 3. Like air, Dana, I'm telling you! Poor Hobi, he probably thought he's getting kicked out 🥺

Kookie kookie kookie, you are more smitten than we thought you were. Hiding it under the I needed to scent, oh Jin will be a pain. Shut up you lil bastard 😏

And the scenting? I was so giddy...give us more pretty please ☺️

WE HAVE MORE HORSES! Are we also getting a y/n ride scene? It doesn't have to be a horse tho 👀

OMG good job Hannah! Oh i'm happy she is getting a better life. Can't wait to meet her. 🤭🫢😧😐😒Scrap that! Hannah is competition.

Oop jumpscare! Yoongi baby you are wearing JK's personality and that doesn't suit you.

Oh babies🥺🥺🥺

Oh what? Question mark? The bar is...what? Very cryptic. Ok.. Yoongi you locked the door you didn't make the room soundproof. Did they talk about sharing her between themselves? Cuz I'd like to read that as well 😏

Ooop like a sack of potatoes. Uuuuu, are we ever honna see y/n extra super drunk like at that bar?

NOOOO FUCK! YOU ARE SO EVIL WOMAN WHYYYYY?😭😭😭😭

Hiii love nice to hear from you again!! Hope you're well, I can't wait to discuss your thoughts about the last two chapters with you! 💞💞

Chapter Ten -

fdsjfdsjf the Scooby Doo gang I love that!!! MC, Joonie, and Jeongguk make quite the little paranormal investigation squad, I'm definitely looking forward to writing some more adventures the trio will go on with their ghostbusting interests. AHH and the brewery scene was so fun, they hybrids getting to go out and have a good time with MC and Alice was really exciting for me to write. I did play with the idea of MC flirting with the waiter as well, but in the end I wanted to display some of Taehyung's growing possessiveness. Besides-- MC definitely has her hands full with the seven of them! As for Hoseok and Alice *evil laughter* 💀 there are some plot lines that I have planned surrounding those two... we're just going to have to wait and see how it pans out (and how MC will react to it!!!)

MC is just ahhh I want her to adopt me fhdksf like her gift giving skills are unmatched. She really wants all of the hybrids to feel at home and like they have their own belongings, spaces, etc. that make their lives more happy and comfortable. She really really cares for them all 🥺

Hehehe the three events~ for Hoseok's track meet, it was a sort of supportive bestie vibe, whereas Yoongi's and Tae's had a bit more of a romantic feel to them. Tae.. my goodness he probably sees MC as his muse or something, because she's the one who encouraged her to participating in the photography club in the first place. I hope he continues to take pics of her and make friends in the club, as well. He's such a sweet boy, he definitely could use some buddies.

rjGFJDGHD BAD DANA!! I can't help myself with the cliffhangers hehe I'm sorry love!!! 🤭

Chapter Eleven -

So the little spat between Hoseok and Jeongguk... We've seen Hoseok's sort of jokester personality, and I really think he wasn't trying to start anything, but with Jeongguk already on edge needing to scent her again, things got a little heated between those two. Joon, not wanting to upset MC like he had during The Incident (with Tae), played the part of peacemaker, which I think shows how willing he is to change and grow for MC. I think you're right, Hoseok was probably entertaining the idea that MC would be angry enough at him to "kick him out", but MC would never. 😭

AHH and Jeongguk. What a tease!!! I definitely think that he is starting to grow more fond of MC, even though he is a bit reluctant to show it. For some reason, too, he seems to sense how fond Seokjin is of MC, so often brings up his own concern for MC and covers it up by blaming Seokjin hehe....

I do plan on having some horseback riding scenes!! Of course, with our cowboy Jimin, maybe we'll get to see him teach MC how to ride also I see what you did there wink wonk ;)

Hannah!! Good news for her, good news for Seokjin, but MC is already feeling a little jealous. I wonder how things will go down when MC takes Seokjin to meet up with Hannah...

Yoongi being a little impatient and brisk with MC made me upset, too, especially since he's always been one of the softer ones with her. That's probably why MC could sense something was wrong. As for them talking about sharing her, that's certainly a drabble idea, but also, I'm toying with the idea of having it sort of an unspoken agreement between all of the hybrids... we'll see how I decide in the future!!!

SO! When I finally get around to all of the prequels, I plan on having that scene with MC at the bar with Yoongi. Something to look forward to in the future-- his prequel, Fire, Walk with Me. ❤️‍🔥

fjkdszkjfzsjd SORRY FOR BEING EVIL!!! But also thank you for sending me all of your lovely thoughts. Sending you hugs, bestie!! 😘

[kookiecrush]

https://www.tumblr.com/kookiecrush/733253141536096256/why-would-tae-openly-talk-about-jennie-when-topics?source=share

Tae/nnie will remain as the biggest mystery in kpop history. lmao Like what was that? What is that Paris walk all about? If not to out their relationship and be upfront about it, then why no confirmation, why no interaction, why continue being cryptic and such? Only Jn was feeding the rumor by posting those photos in those clothes, posting similar photos as Tae's, releasing a Jazz version of her song. While Tae never once alluded to that rumor. He even went on live when he got the same time of flight as BP's just to show he was alone in his car.

That Paris stint left us a lot of questions that we may never get the answers to. All of that was so weird. It's been almost two years, and we still got no answers, so I guess, it will forever haunt us and will forever leave us confused. Whatever that is, I think it served its purpose.

I just hope nothing will surface anymore. Tae'nnies only have matching clothes, accessories, association of friends and gurumi photos, nothing else, and I hope it stays that way.

Taenn*e was weird as hell. Everyone but the diehard taenn*es and the j*kookers using it to validate their ship can accept that. It's so funny how it just..stopped. Tae did the Paris walk and then said, "im out!" He put in zero effort after that 😂. Jennie made a valiant attempt to keep the ship going with her very obvious ig posts and such, but after a while it just made people more suspicious.

The Paris walk was obviously staged. Even if taennie were real, they knew they were being filmed. So they basically admitted to the world that they're dating, only for Tae to then completely forget Jennie even exists? Only for them to never be seen together again or even acknowledge each other when they were at the same concert? Everything about the whole situation was off from the very beginning. The fact that nothing was ever directly addressed by taennie or the companies involved and the fact that they made sure to keep everything as insubstantial and as vague as possible tells you everything you need to know about how real taenn*e was.

What was the true purpose of taennie? Did they achieve what they set out to achieve? Did it end as planned, or did something go wrong? I suppose we'll never know 🤷‍♀️ but I highly doubt we will see taennie again.

[peachjagiya]

Do you know what sound a gun makes? BANG! Call me delulu but the OK sign and the gun reference is Tae standing in solidarity with JK's statement. He can't do it because he worked with MHJ. I think they are both definately anti Bang.

Oooohhhh ok I am in two minds: a lot of me is like "yeah i dunno about this." But then you made me think of something I hadn't even considered. So I'm starting this reply vibing with you in an uncertain but delulu kind of way.

The first story caption is the lyrics to "We Both Reached For The Gun" with a little bit where he says his gun is a K1.

But..

This is delulu, right? The OK gesture?!

So I was like, yeah, I'm going to cross ref JK post times vs Chicago show times but actually I notice Tae has a black shirt. This was taken at a separate time which lends this theory some credence.

K5? 5...? I dunno, man. I think Tae is that cryptic with wordplay.

It's interesting and the further I got into this reply, the more I decided I'm with you here, anon. 😂💜

A polite but firm request: my biggest fear is guns. I struggled with this a bit - and indeed any discussion of these guys talking about using guns in the military - and it's definitely not my favourite ever day in Army spaces. I can manage when I'm regulating the exposure myself though and I'm pretty determined not to let it control my exposure to media or films or TV. But that's when I'm regulating. Can I please ask that even if you disagree and think this is just about guns and feel inclined to send an ask, please don't send me pictures. Thank you.