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i didn’t sign up for this…

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B.A.P - HONEYMOON M/V Trailer ver.2

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[SCHEDULE] 170904 - 170910

September 4th, 2017

 Naver TV ‘ME and ME’ (Broadcast @ 5PM KST) - Daehyun

September 5th, 2017

‘BLUE’ Album Release / ‘HONEYMOON’ M/V Release 

September 6th, 2017

MBC Music Show Champion (Pre-Rec TBD / Broadcast @ 7PM KST)

September 9th, 2017

INCHEON K-POP CONCERT 2017 (Show @ 7PM KST)

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Okay, I'll grant your 3 wishes.

Great. If that’s the case, then my first wish is for Daehyun to become quieter. You know, make his voice a few major tones lower... Or just make him whisper. Except for when he’s on stage, we kind of really need his singing voice to stay just as powerful as ever.

I hope you know I’ll just start referring to you as the Pink Magical Pony now.

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Hyung guess who

A pink magical pony from the Neverland who’s going to grant me three wishes?

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person: so how are you feeling?

me: #0000FF

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SECURITY WARNING FROM B.A.P #BAP

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For every 🎵 I get I'll post a song I associate with my muse!

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that’s the story

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@geumkook ( continued )

It’s not my fault, he wanted to say; I’m still not good at this. Except that it’d been quite a long time since Jungkook became a recognizable idol and that excuse definitely got too outdated for his current experience, he realized.

Reaching up, he pulled the cap further down his face, letting it cast a deep shadow over it, as he continued to walk forward, his shoulders only slightly more slumped than a moment before. “Hyung, mercy. I rarely go outside without my manager or group, I’m not used to–camouflages. I thought plain clothes would be okay.” He muttered just a tad grumpily, annoyed at himself, casting a quick glance at his own attire. It was what he usually wore and he has never been one to pick bright colors or lots of accessories, so he figured it might be fine for a casual outing where he didn’t want to be recognized.

Yongguk was slightly amused. No, scratch that; he was greatly amused, side-eyeing the younger idol without much discrecy. It was no use trying to be lowe-key about it if he knew that his voice would’ve betrayed all about his actual thoughts. “It’a alright, young Padawan. I shall teach you my ways.” The male said, not quite sure if the other would get the popcultural reference, but figured that if not, it might become just another thing he should teach him about. It was refreshing, after all -- to hang out with someone that much younger, a whole another generation. Although usually uneasy, Yongguk was quite charmed by Jungkook’s talents and skills, and there was a whole lot of inner curiosity in him about the fellow idol.

“Even the plainest t-shirts can look expensive... It’s all about the fabric. And those accessories? They don’t help you convincing people that you’re just a regular guy either,” he started pointing out, one by one, as he walked by the other’s side. “Maybe we should start by taking you shopping to regular shops, where regular people buy clothes. It’s your time off, you don’t have to wear things given to you by your fans nor sponsors. It’s part of the beauty of going out on your own... The freedom.”

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The ultimate end of all revolutionary social change is to establish the sanctity of human life, the dignity of man, the right of every human being to liberty and well-being.

Emma Goldman, My Disillusionment in Russia

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Catch my muse ( ✍️ - Drawing something with so much focus they don’t even notice your muse walking in )➤ accepting

Yongguk is not a visual artist at all. When his pens and pencils touch the paper pages, it’s not an expression of artistry, a conscious movement to create what other people, upon seeing it, would call art. It’s rather an expression of thought, a way to deal with too many things going on at once inside of his head, a chaotic testimony to his existence. Whether he wrote music, words, drew pictures or abstract lines and smudges, it was always the reflection of him, of things he couldn’t tell anyone, didn’t want to or had no idea how. Whatever ended up on the page, whether physical or digital, it was a proof of a turbulent process, driven by emotions, created under an impulse; raw and honest.

He very often tended to lose himself in the midst of that creative movement, the world disappearing and closing itself in the small space between his mind, eyes, hand and the canvas.

It was a rather obscure place that the idol randomly chose to spend his day at, seeking peace, quiet and a much needed change of scenery where he could be nothing more than a stranger to everyone around. At the back of his mind, he had no doubts that those who saw him, would think that he’s some kind of a weirdo: sitting in a window of a small ramyeon shop, a single bowl of a half-eaten, forgotten food at his side--the same one he hadn’t touched in nearly two hours--staring in the space half of the time, and drawing lines and curves and sometimes circles in his notebook the other half of it. Despite it being a mid-summer, hot and humid day, when people were running away from any additional heat (like the one in the small, not air-conditioned food shops), Yongguk still didn’t seem to mind it; the heat, the people, the noises. To him, it didn’t really exist, and it’d only take another person like himself, to recognize that he wasn’t just an odd human being, but simply going through a trance, a moment he needed for himself, for his own, carefully fostered sanity.

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@inchvate ( continued )

This was new, it was new for someone to need an excuse to hang out with her. For someone wanting to hang out with someone like her. To be honest, it had been a while since anyone had put an effort into meeting up with her. Not just because they needed something. It gave her a strange feeling, one she could not really place anywhere? Discomfort. Uneasiness. Happiness?

Mainly happiness.

It made her feel warm, but yet not really as for some unexplainable reasons, it would always leave her cold. “You need an excuse to hang out with me? ME?” Sena raised her brows as she looked at him in disbelief, as if he was making up a lie. Which would, of course, be not funny at all. “Since when do you need an excuse for anything?”

Yongguk felt odd when she looked at him like that, like he did something unthinkable, maybe even wrong. It was probably even worse of a feeling than the one he had felt before coming to her, when he hadn’t been sure if he needed an excuse or not, if he was a welcomed guest -- or just a bother. It was a continuous thought inside of his head, ridden by that seed of anxiety at the back of his mind that couldn’t be plucked, ever; what if he’s not needed, not wanted, not good and useful enough.

He shifted his weight from one feet to another, suddenly feeling silly for coming to bother her at her workplace again. It would’ve been better (for her, and maybe for him) if he didn’t know her schedule. “Don’t say it as if I’m privilieged to do anything I please. I’m neither the president nor... a spoiled five-year-old.” Yongguk said, making a sour face that was really just a cover up for his uneasiness. “I feel like I’ve been bothering you pointlessly enough as it is, so a valid excuse, for once, would be nice.” He admitted, giving a crooked smile that seemed to go just fine along with his words. The truth was, he had just been extremely--lonely, these days, and it felt good in these moment to just be around someone--and someone who wasn’t directly connected to his work, family or general responsibilities. And he always felt like, for whatever strange reason, she understood him.

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hiatus: 31/07 - 10/08

// Some of the owed replies, starters and messages, alongside a few other posts, are queued. Everything that is sent during the hiatus, will be replied to after I come back. Stay beautiful and see you all soon!