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Army Challenge - (1/4) favorite live performances ↳ Cypher PT. 3: KILLER in HYYH Live on Stage: EPILOGUE
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i hope you ugliez realize that hoseok hasnt done a solo vlive in almost a year because yall bum asses hurt him asking for other members. he wanted to connect with each one of you by himself and yall fakes couldnt keep your selfishness to your damn self. i hope youre happy knowing that the man with the 1000 megawatt smile and bubbly personality is now so insecure to do a live by himself that he needs to have another member with him smfh.
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also hi just a reminder that kim seokjin of bts entered one of seoul’s top universities, konkuk university, with no special admissions and is currently pursuing his masters degree via hanyang cyber university (also one of korea’s top universities) all while promoting as a member of korea’s most valued boygroup :)
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I know it’s easy to keep stereotyping Yoongi as cold/lazy/cut off kind of person but sometimes i think it gets to a point where it’s wrong and hurtful in the fandom. And so here’s a list of reasons Min Yoongi is a warm, hard working individual with a personality that is multi-faceted and beautiful.
was a member of the student council when he was in school and was always helping people who approached him and writing them encouraging messages, contrary to popular ‘bad boy’ image belief.
works into late hours of the night, even goes without sleeping when he’s concentrating on composing a new song/lyrics and spends hours on end in the studio
on that note, it is said he recorded the way he said ‘bulteorune’ about 200 times before he was satisfied with how it sounded
despite not being the lead dancer, is almost never criticized for his dance skills because he clearly works hard on it, whether or not he’s the best
again, a side note that he spent his birthday with hoseok practicing dance that hoseok taught him
his stage presence is full of energy and he even kneeled down and bowed for a good minute of stage when he knew his parents were in the crowd, and otherwise also displays emotions on stage, including crying
gets shy and touched when members throw him a surprise birthday party
extremely considerate of what fans think/feel, unlike a lot of other idols. he’s responsible enough to know the effect his words have on fans and therefore constantly promotes a healthy body image, saying he doesn’t have ideal an outfit/weight/height/personality type
that time he spent his own money to buy personal gifts/write different messages for 300+ fans on his birthday, and then did it again the next year too
branching off to the time when he got asked on a radio interview what he’d do with the royalties of the songs he produced (jump/tomorrow) and he replied that he’d take the band and stuff out for lunch with his own money
that time he bought all the kids in bts ice cream without asking and won them toys in AHL and they were so happy about it
that time hoseok wasn’t eating because he lost and yoongi said he couldn’t eat if his dongsaegs weren’t eating and that he was full just watching him eat, giving him his share of food
doesn’t care that he’s not a good singer and sings loudly and shamelessly when he’s in the mood
the new years day yoongi didn’t spend with own family just because hoseok was lonely in the dorms
that one time jungkook jumped on yoongi and hugged him and yoongi looked like he might just die from happiness
when he laughs when something is too funny and no noise comes out and he claps around like a seal and it’s so so adorable
said he likes smart girls who he could have long conversations with/hear her stories and she was good with computers
actually gets super flattered and smug when people find his sass funny
that time they were on running man and had to run for boxes and ran so fast he was far ahead of even jungkook
that time namjoon was supposed to perform on stage and yoongi was deadpan the whole performance until it was namjoon’s turn, and then he has laughing and singing and screaming and being super supportive
once when the members were just annoying jungkook a little and yoongi sensed jungkook felt a little sad so he wordlessly reached out to him and petted him and said ‘I think he’s adorable’
on that note, always sensing the members discomfort/sadness and being a silent supporter and saying encouraging things to make them feel better
never holds back of compliments. ever.
he is a wonderful, multi-faceted man with emotions other than being ‘dead inside’ and loves the people around him so much and is full of appreciation and support for them and endlessly a source of strength for them.
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in which park jimin is a loser || pt. 01
Like how the sun shines its brightest at noon, the ocean rocks against the shore at dusk, and the moon dips back into hiding at sunrise. Natural, yet awfully wonderous. It was as normal as breathing but if you looked with a microscopic eye and peeled its layers back like an onion, you could see the radiance of simplistic variety.
That was how Park Jimin could describe you. A natural phenomenon that rusted his vision and gave a jump start to the dull, monochromatic life he led.
And maybe all of this romanticizing would be considered sweet if Park Jimin was the man you loved. Maybe all of this sweet talk would be cute if Park Jimin was yours. And not just the small boy who sat behind you in your Visual Arts class.
It would probably help if you even knew who he was. Maybe talked to him? But honestly, a simple ‘hi’ would probably make his heart burst and cause him to break out in hives. And so, he would just continue to stare at you in wonder every time you got up to meet up with your friends on the other side of the room. Afterall, no one could blame him for-
“…staring, you know.”
A shiver ran up Jimin’s back and he swore his glasses fogged up from the heat that bloomed from his shoulders to his cheeks. The student behind him snickered, amused at how jumpy he was. He knew just who it was too. That fucker that sat behind him each day of class just to kick at the back of his desk and pop his gum in Jimin’s ear. He was irritating, to say the least.
But he was also huge, so Jimin wasn’t about to fuck up too hard and get his ass whooped.
Jimin slowly turned around before pinning a glare at the male behind him, “I wasn’t staring.”
“Yeah, you were. Right at her tits too.”
Jungkook smacked his gum from the inside of his cheek, earning a scoff from the other male.
“I was merely-”
“Staring.”
“No! I was-”
“Staring.”
Jimin pushed up his glasses with a huff and resisted the urge to strangle the young bastard in front of him. However, no amount of good grades would save him from getting his ass landed in his dean’s office if he knocked Jungkook out in class. But, at the same time, it would be awesome to see. Maybe if he had kept up karate instead of quitting after some girl sacked him in the nuts in fifth grade, he could stand a chance at hitting Jungkook and getting away with it.
Jimin glanced at his hand and made a fist. Yep, definitely. If he hit Jungkook with these things, he would shatter his knuckles and do close to no damage to the other guy. That was the thing when you had hands that even a first grader would make fun of.
“So you got a thing for the redhead with big knockers or something?”
A scream almost slipped from Jimin’s throat when Jungkook leaned over his desk to point at the girl across the room. The smaller boy broke out in a cold sweat and slapped Jungkook’s hand out of the way. Jungkook smirked whilst Jimin looked around like a madman then visibly relaxed when he realized no one had noticed. Probably because Jimin was the epitome of invisible on the university hierarchy.
“It’s not a ‘thing’…per se…,” The usually upright man mumbled.
Yoongi, the cold senior that only took this elective because it was a free A with a MILF as head teacher, whisked around from his seat beside Jungkook to slam down a twenty dollar bill. He then went back to snoring after putting in his headphones.
Jimin was about to question what just happened, but Jungkook beat him to it.
“We had a bet to see if you were an ass or boobs man. I won,” he shrugged before stuffing the bill into his back pocket.
“Oh. I see,” he nodded before realization hit him like a slap in the face. “Wait you bet over me?! Over something so childish on top of that?!”
A hand next to him reached out to pat his shoulder, “If it helps, I bet that you were asexual.”
“…That doesn’t help me, Taehyung.”
Taehyung sat down, smiling widely, “Are you though?”
“No!”
Jungkook piped up, “Wait so does that mean you want to screw that redhead over there?”
“No! I mean, yes! Maybe! God fu-!”
Yoongi opened an eye to see the quivering, embarrassingly red form of Jimin before dozing back to sleep. It was his daily amusement to see Jimin get so worked up by Jungkook. Especially when it had to do with the opposite gender. Specifically, you.
“You might want to try your luck somewhere else, buddy,” Jungkook commented.
Jimin adjusted his glasses, “Why?”
Jungkook pointed at the girl with a solemn look, “I heard she slept with Jin last week.”
“Jin? As in, the senior?”
“Yeah, dude. Probably got more STDs than a prostitute. No offense to prostitutes though, bet they work their asses off. Anyway…it’s like playing Russian Roulette with his girls. Except the bullet is genital herpes.”
Taehyung nodded, “Plus she’s not your type.”
“But I don’t have a type.”
Yoongi snickered and sat up right, “Well then you’re not her type.”
“How are you so sure?” Jimin asked indignantly.
Jungkook snatched Jimin’s glasses off of his face and shook his head, “You have the body of a middle schooler, your glasses take up two-thirds of your face, you barely got your braces off this year, the last time you had alcohol was a year ago at your brother’s wedding, and you’re….uh…well, you’re-”
“A nobody.”
“Yoongi! We said we’d be gentle!”
“Shut the hell up, Taehyung. I don’t have time for your prissy shit. Just tell it like it is. Jimin’s a fucking loser and if he wants even a chance at Little Red over there, he needs to change his entire appearance and find a new personality.”
Jimin bit his lip before squirming in his seat, “You really think I don’t have a chance?”
“Bro, you literally start stuttering when vaginas are even mentioned.”
“N-Not….true…?”
Jungkook sighed, “Listen. Girls like that don’t look at just anyone. Girls as hot as she is, don’t have time for IT virgins like you. Honestly your best bet right now is to just give up and go get deflowered by the lunch lady or ask Mingyu to suck your dick instead.”
Yoongi shrugged, “Try your luck with Margaret, the lunch lady? I heard she has a thing for innocent maidens.”
A soft flush of pink made its way onto Jimin’s cheeks and crept down his neck, “I’m not a maiden.”
“Why do you even like her anyway?” Taehyung scoffed, “If you’re into big boobs then wouldn’t Jihyo be enough? If she didn’t constantly make League of Legends references I would’ve definitely tapped that by now.”
“…Didn’t you make out with her last week?”
Taehyung sighed like that was the stupidest question he’d ever heard uttered, “Second base with the girl I cheat off of in Physics isn’t ‘tapping that.’ It’s called making sure I get an A next semester when she sits next to me.”
Jimin opened his mouth but then closed it once more. He gaped a few more times at how utterly disgusting the boy sitting next to him was before finally accepting the fact that Taehyung was a complete douchebag. Maybe even a little psychotic.
A sigh slipped past Jimin’s lips as he turned to see you start to pack up your things.
Yoongi got up from his seat and shoved his foot under the back of Jimin’s chair before mumbling a weak ‘my bad.’ Jungkook and Taehyung visibly winced when Jimin let out a squeak as his knee hit the side of his desk, causing his pencils and books to drop to the floor next to him.
The classroom’s original noise died down quickly as Jimin leaned down to get his supplies, his ears a bright scarlet.
“Here you go,” a voice above him states in boredom. He looks up and freezes in his place.
You’re standing in front of him. Moreover, you’re speaking to him. Even worse, you’re looking at him like you know him. As if you know his name or-
“Jimin? I said, here,” you insist, placing a fistful of his pens back onto his desk.
Holy shit. You actually know who he is. By god, his name sounds so nice on the curvature of your lips. He wishes for this moment to stretch out when you bend down to pick up another pen. But then Park Jimin does what he does best.
Fucks. It. Up.
“Do you know BTS?”
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“not all men—”
you’re right. kim seokjin would never do this.
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