#live 0212

[ggukminii]

people who want jimin and jungkook to go live together: 1. jungkook 2. everyone else

[jnephrite]

Oh I am so late to the hype. Could you give me a quick run down on Morgan?

OHDMU GLAD U ASK J LIVE WHEN PPL ASK ABOUT HER

park row kid, childhood friends with jason

at 13, parents and jason died because of the joker. she was there to witness the death of her parents, joker attempted to kill her too but only hit her right eye. it’s damaged, almost blind but it also made her see beyond the fourth wall

she can see and hear the readers / us and calls us chat. she’s basically gwenpool = weaponises fourth wall. kids in orphanage avoids her at all cost

after jason’s death, harley broke up with the joker so like while morgan was alone and stuff in the orphanage she finds out about harley quinn and figured she’d be the person who can help her act a revenge towards the joker

morgan dons a DIY harley jacket and started going out to do petty crimes to get her attention (morgan had been stealing way before her parents died bc they’re poor and it’s what she do to help)

harley constantly rejects her bc she doesn’t want to put a kid in danger until morgan got mixed up with the big crime stuff in gotham after carmine falcone’s death

along with catwoman, harley takes in morgan and saves her from the wrath of the penguin and fish mooney

at the same time she’s struggling with her powers, meaning chat is too loud and stuff like that

OK I FONT WANNA SPOIL TOO MUCH ABOUT MORGAN ORIGINS BEVAUSE I WANNA MAKE A COMIC but u can find styff about her in her docs !!

she’s also shipped with superboy !! 🫶🫶🫶 their relationship is so complex and they have a love square they are my shaylas… !!!! morgan is also a teen mom (NOT WITH KON) that creates conflict with her goals in life

OH I COULD RANT ABOUT HER NON STOP BUT DOCS

[kittsu-and-company]

Self Reflection

TWs; Heavily implied Pokémon death, Implied Gore, Implied Pokemon Harm, Self Sabotaging Tendencies/Idealation.

She pondered this as she stared up at the darkened ceiling, trying to make out ghostly shapes that would hopefully snap her mind into fear, then to sleep. How many things has she lied about so far? How many more will it take to reach whatever end she was after? She sighed lightly as she scratched an itch on her neck, having quickly abandoned her goal of distracting yourself to sleep. 0212 is always the best time for some self reflection, hm?

She… Kittsu didn’t know how much she’s lied. She doesn’t like lying and tries to avoid it, but each little false remark thoughtlessly spewed weighed on her mind. Arceus, she was so fucking selfish. She claimed to value honesty above all else but crumbles under suspicious eyes, giving meaningless claims to escape confrontation by any means possible.

She really was a bad person, wasn’t she..? The fact she doesn’t feel guilty only added to that fact.

Kittsu turned her head to face the Doduo that took up half of her pillow, mindlessly reaching out to scratch one of its chins, letting her hand drop down with a small thud. It wasn’t… she didn’t lie that much, did she? The only big one was…

…The Altar.

It still chased her mind though a month has already passed since her visit. She told people that she didn’t go, but she knows if anyone had pressed the issue she would’ve broken down. Arceus. She didn’t even feel that guilty for allowing her Pokémon to get needlessly hurt. She would’ve apologized by now if she really cared at all.

She… she loves her Pokemon. Right? Or was this all a facade and she was just lying again, even to herself? Of course she doesn’t truly love them, there were others who appreciated Ember and Aeries and Hubert and Gliese far more than herself. She only hoped they would be the ones to leave her first, this time; maybe if they forgot her first it wouldn’t hurt as much when they leave.

…No, the fact that she wanted to wail at the prospect of them being in pain- of dying without living their full lives- that was proof that she loves, right? She loves them. She just doesn’t know how to. A parasite, that’s what she is, a parasite that happened to have a parasite according to the Ghost person.

Parasites should be culled, removed, but it made it so much more complicated when the hosts liked their parasite. Perhaps it was more symbiotic? But then… how would she leave? If she stays and… and loves them, it would be agony when she’s left in the dark for one final time.

She wants them all to be happy, but she wants to be happy, too. If her presence, at least at the moment is what makes them joyful, then she’ll stay.

She’ll ignore the urges to destroy it all; to destroy herself. To tear everything down just to build it back up again, and continue the cycle of continuous destruction; a cycle she doesn’t remember the beginning of.

…This isn’t healthy. She isn’t healthy, or was this how people just went about their days? Does everyone feel the innate urge to start from scratch, despite the effort and pain it will take to gain back what was lost? Yeah, she was fine. After all, why else would people be so enamored with destruction? The burning of a house, the blowing up of a car… as long as nobody was hurt, people would flock to watch the carnage with nothing but neutrality at worst.

She was fine. Of course she was. Or maybe… No it’s too late to go over that now.

She closed her eyes and a sudden heat burst through her mind, and she scratched at her arms as she quickly sat up, trying to shake the imagery from her mind. The thick smell of sweet iron and visions of sticky rust splatters caked on sun-baked stone plagued her senses.

She wasn’t fine. Or she was. She couldn’t tell as she sat there, playing the events of her Alolan “vacation” through her mind as she mulled over the memories she tried to bury. Don’t think about it, don’t bring it up, and it’s as if it never happened.

Kittsu rubbed her face. Arceus, those poor Pokemon…

She removed her hands and reached for her phone, curiosity overcoming her long lasting urge to forget about what had happened. She already had a few ideas for what may have caused the gorey scene upon the altar, but now it was just up to Sligoogle and her mind to put the pieces together.

…

“What would happen if your blood boiled”

…

“Decomposition process of flying Pokémon”

…

“Why would a body not decay”

…

“Can the heat kill all bacteria and not allow it to grow back”

…

“Deaths around Vast Poni Canyon”

…

“Why would a ghost suddenly disappear?”

…

Most of her questions received dubious answers, sometimes even a couple mental health lifelines showed up in her results. She doubted that Coral or anyone else in the house would check her browser history, but she made sure to wipe any possibly incriminating searches from her phone. One peek at the time and Arceus, it’s already been an hour?

She- Kittsu sighed as she looked towards Hubert once more, now both heads looking quizzically up at their trainer… She didn’t quite feel human, she now realized. Not human enough to deal with this, at least. Where did The Storyteller go..?

…

It was too late, she’s already spent enough time staring blankly and reflecting. She plopped back down and tucked herself deeper into her blankets, making sure to give Hubert’s heads each a little kiss.

Maybe next time she would dig deeper.

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This day in history

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#20yrsago Will compulsory licenses save P2P? https://personal.utdallas.edu/~liebowit/knowledge_goods/netanal levy.pdf

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#10yrsago Canadian Conservative govt guts protections for 99+% of waterways, spare handful of lakes with high-cost cottages https://web.archive.org/web/20121209233709/https://oliviachow.ca/2012/10/omnibus-bill-guts-river-and-lake-protection/

#10yrsago GOP fires author of copyright reform paper https://arstechnica.com/tech-policy/2012/12/staffer-axed-by-republican-group-over-retracted-copyright-reform-memo/

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#5yrsago A free sf anthology about space travel, inequality, equity and public policy: Kim Stanley Robinson, Madeline Ashby, Eileen Gun, Ramez Naam, Steven Barnes, Karl Schroeder and more! https://csi.asu.edu/books/vvev/

#1yrago A lexicon of euphemisms for “corporate crime” https://pluralistic.net/2021/12/07/solar-panel-for-a-sex-machine/#a-single-proposition

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[taeescript]

I Promise (III)

𝔰𝔶𝔫𝔬𝔭𝔰𝔦𝔰 >> Some people have the gifted ability of music; others of mathematics; some perhaps as persuasive argumentators. You have a “gift”, if one would like to call it that. It is the ability to know when somebody is telling a lie.

𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰 >> hoseok x reader; ?? x reader

𝔤𝔢𝔫𝔯𝔢 >> mafia!au

𝔴/𝔠 >> 5.4k

𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰 >> kidnapping, mentions of drug use, profanity 

𝔞/𝔫 >> welcome to the rest of the members. and finally, onto our first arc! feedback and comments always welcomed. enjoy! (: 

previous part || next part 

How did this happen each and every time? You wear sunglasses such that the piercing rays of light would not bother you. They didn’t help much. You moan when you reached the final step of the staircase. Also, how is it that they needed to live at the top of this dumb building where even the elevator couldn’t reach? When you finally stand at the front of the gold plated door, there is a small voice that urges you to leave now. You don’t know how to deal with the constant headache from both Hoseok and you hangover. You knock. There was no answer. You knock again a little bit louder. It is strange to be standing here for such a long time without Kim Taehyung tackling you in an embrace or without smelling the cooking of Kim Seokjin, their leader. You punch in the usual security code to their penthouse. It beeped and flashed an angry colour of red. Staying there, you punched in several different combinations before discovering the correct one that would earn you access. The door swung open and you were greeted with absolutely nothing. The penthouse was clean. The boys were messy people, a generic assumption of males, but Seokjin had always been cleaning around the house. It wasn’t the cleanliness per say that bothered you but the fact that you couldn’t even find a single item that told the onlooker somebody was living there. There were neither articles of clothing, food in the refrigerator nor garbage. It was strange. You searched through all the rooms and ignored the slight feeling of disappointment that rose in your stomach when your efforts turned out to be useless. As you were leaving, you found an envelope that had your name scrawled on it. You recognized immediately it to be Hoseok’s writing; a small note was attached to it. “Here’s your payment from last time. Also taken the fact that you’re reading this must mean you’ve got in. Did you like our new code?” You stared emotionlessly at the question. 0212. That was your birthday. “Anyways, we’re out on a job so don’t bother to find us. Guess I couldn’t keep my promise from last time.” And what a surprise that was to you. Promises were meant to be broken. You locked the door behind you and made your way down the flight of stairs you had climbed just a few minutes ago.

...

   Seohyun was lying on the couch when you returned home. Your home was such a contrast from the chic and modern penthouse you had returned from; for once you felt a little bad about your own living style. Seohyun looked up at her roommate. “You’re back early,” she commented and flipped through the textbook was reading. Seohyun may have had an addiction to drugs, but that did not stop her from following her dream of becoming a nurse. There were cotton balls stuffed between her toes and the fan was turned on to help the polish on them dry faster. You coughed slightly as your body reacted to the new smell of acetate mixed with the usual smell of weed. “There isn’t much to do outside,” you muttered and threaded your way through Seohyun’s mess towards your bedroom. You jumped in place when Seohyun smacked the textbook down on the table. The other girl was sitting straight on the couch and looked into the distance, a newly manicured finger to her lips. “Oh my gosh. You know what I’ve just realized? You need a makeover!” You had actually been curious to know what had changed Seohyun’s demeanor in a manner of seconds, but once hearing the exclamation you turned quickly to your room. You didn’t anticipate Seohyun to move as quick as she did when the other female blocked your pathway. She still had the faraway look in her eyes which told you that she was getting over her recent high. With her face still looking at yours, Seohyun shut the door to your room and dragged her friend into her room. You tried to break free from her grasp. “Seohyun,” your voice was tired. “C’mon girl. We’re the same size. Well…. besides your bust but we’ll fix that with one of my old push-ups if you don’t mind.”

... It happened so often. You were always dragged into doing something you didn’t want to do. That was how you got involved with Hoseok and his friends in the first place. Seohyun had brought Hoseok home as one of her new boy toys one night but half way through, he had left. This allowed him to bump into you as you were returning home. You had felt an instant dislike towards him and had meant to brush past him but he grabbed your hand instead. You were about to return the favour by slapping him when he said, “You’re pretty. Wanna fuck?” You had changed your mind. You kicked him instead. Your second encounter happened outside work for you. It was a busy night and the usual hired boy to wash the dishes had not showed up to work while you had on one of your rare good nights. You had been given the role of being dishwasher instead which included as the name suggested, and taking out the garbage. The trash bins were tucked near the end of an alleyway and the manager had told you that you could leave early once you finished this last task. Without a thought, you accepted the request such that you could hit the bar with your early leave. Initially, you had thought that there were racoons rummaging through the trash when you went out with the garbage, but the sounds slowly become more audible and you found that four figures were indeed in the alleyway and they were not animals. In the dark shadows, you recognized the familiar silhouette of Hoseok. The other person with him that evening was Jeon Jungkook as you would find out later. Hoseok and his friends were a “gang for hire” who tracked down suspected rats and dealt with them as seen fit. Their expertise was well known along with their extremely persuasive technique. They had worked for so many people that their diverse connections allowed them to never be needed to associate themselves with a larger gang for protection. Their voices were loud as they argued. You wanted to back away from this problem but as you did, knocked over a glass bottle that some drunk had left. You were immediately found out. In order to save your own life, you had stayed (against your will that first time) to listen to the whole conversation and offer your expertise on whether this man was telling the truth. You never fully explained the extent of your ability but the other party always trusted you. The next times they had met, you had wanted to resist but they offered you cash and you could do with the extra money. You hoped that if you saved enough, you could buy another apartment and maybe have another shot at life. When you refocused back to the present, you saw that Seohyun had fit you into an extremely revealing outfit. The neckline of the black top plunged to the spot where you swore was the top of your belly button. Where your body was exposed, the material of the top criss‐crossed and hugged your whole body. A short miniskirt was the only thing that covered your legs. You took one look and immediately shimmied out of the skirt. Seohyun came out of the bathroom wearing something similar, although she sported it in a sultry red instead of the generic black. “Aw, Y/N. You looked hot,” she picked the skirt off the floor. “What am I wearing?!” You could only stand in spot in front of the mirror, looking back at a person you did not recognize. “It’s a bodysuit,” the other girl rummaged through her closet again, “Here, try these on. You might not have the top rack but you’ve got a sweet ass.” She accentuated her thoughts by slapping you on the butt. You cringed but put on the pants. They were black to match your top and squeezed your thighs in its leather‐like material. While Seohyun loved the style of cheap clothing, You knew that nothing in her closet was actually cheap. In fact, once you had the bottoms on, you found that you enjoyed being in them. You walked to the corner of Seohyun’s room and threw on a black pair of stilettos as well. You felt pretty badass. Seohyun tutted her approval. “You’ve definitely got an eye, picking out my favourite pair shoes. You can dance three hours in those babies. But fine - since you’re agreeing to go with me tonight.” Alarm filled your body. There was no buzzing this time after those words. “I did not agree to going out in this.” There was no time for you to protest again as the two of them were out the door and heading towards the hottest club in the city.

...

You didn’t know why you hadn’t agreed to this sooner. Music had always drowned out the buzzing and headaches at home so why hadn’t you thought that being at a club would do the same?  The two of you have been here for over an hour and not once did you feel the need to complain any type of pain. You were in such bliss it was as if you were intoxicated. The stranger’s body moved against yours and his hands grabbed your waist, pulling you even closer. You allowed his fingers to roam your body as you were just too happy to be free from the cage you had been held to stop it. You turned and placed your lips on his. He hungrily drew you in while your fingers dug into his back and hair. You didn’t know his name, what he was wearing or even how he looked. All you cared about was how great you were feeling. Maybe this was the reason why Seohyun was always on a high. A hand grabbed your arm and you were pulled apart from him. You caught a flash blonde hair. Spinning, you came face to face with Seohyun. She screamed into your ear, “Let’s go now. The guys are so grabby here.” “But I like it here,” your own voice came as barely a whisper. Your body was on fire but so relaxed; it was a paradox your mind could not wrap itself around. Seohyun huffed and left you standing there. You didn’t even care. You let yourself meld back into the crowd and found yourself in the arms of another person. Ten minutes passed. Twenty. Half an hour. By now, you had retired from the dance floor and was sitting at the bar sipping a girly drink that somebody had bought for her. It was unlike Seohyun to abandon you. You would have thought that your roommate would at least return once to tell you she was leaving. Tipping the bartender, you threaded your way out of the club. It was a maze and you followed the first exit sign you could see. You stepped outside around the back of the building and a blast of cold air sent chills down your spine. Goosebumps formed on your arms as the sweat evaporated off your body. It was very late into the night and you had no idea where you were. You needed to get back into the club and find the proper exit. The door handle in your hand did not budge. Exasperated, a sigh escaped your lips and you slowly made your way to the lone street light at the end of the street. If your memory served you correctly, that would be the street that could loop back to the front of the building. Your steps wobbled in the unfamiliar shoes. You had barely made it out the alley when a pair of hands grabbed you from behind. They placed a cloth over your mouth to muffle any type of scream as your body snapped to attention. You scratched your attacker and struggled violently. However, it was over as soon as it started as the chloroform took its action on your body.

... Your ears were popping as the pressure changed. You didn’t know whether you were going up or down; the bag around your head prevented you from seeing anything. You blacked out again.

...

   It was a bumpy road. This much you knew. You detected the faint smell of cigarette smoke. You were definitely in a car. This bag around you wasn’t as simple as you thought it to be. You blacked out again. You groaned. Your head was spinning and the tension on your neck was the worst you had felt it in forever. Your fingers gripped the sheets as you turned and vomited over the ledge. When your body had emptied itself of the minimal food you had eaten and everything else it could discard, you sunk back onto her back. Your eyes refused to open but you forced them to anyways. Well, this wasn’t what you expected.

...

You sat up and immediately regretted the decision. The walls seemed to close in on you and then simultaneously expand out again. It made you gag again. With the very little strength in your body, you observed the room you were put in. With the recent events of the last... you didn’t even know how long you had been out... hours, you assumed, you would have thought that you would be waking up in a musty dark building. Instead, you were met with the opposite. The bed you had been passed out on felt like a cloud and your pillow stuffed with marshmallows. The walls were painted a brilliant white that caused you to squint as light from the open window bounced off. The chiffon curtains billowed in the spring breeze and beyond them you could see a stretching field of green. Inside the room, there was minimal decor. A chandelier (of all things) hung in the middle of the large bedroom with a dresser parked against the wall to her left. There were three doors. One opened slightly ajar to reveal the corner of a toilet ‐ the bathroom. A second which had its light closed so was shrouded in darkness in which you deduced could not mean the exit. That left the third door. As you came to the conclusion, the door flew open and a man stepped inside. “Ah, here wakes Sleeping Beauty. I was thinking you were never going to wake until Prince Charming’s kiss. That prince being me,” he said loudly, announcing his arrival. The buzzing returned. You cupped a hand to the back of her head and groaned. “Hoseok, get out of the way,” a second man entered the room. He was taller than the first, his black hair gelled up which added to his height. He had on a stripped polo shirt that made his broad shoulders seem wider than they already were. Kim Seokjin set down a bowl of soup with a sandwich on the side beside your bed. He gestured to both items and your stomach grumbled audibly. He chuckled and brought the tray onto your lap instead. “I wasn’t sure if you were up for eating solid food so I just made you both.” Your mind finally registered just who was standing in the room with you. “What the fuck....?” your eyes flitted back and forth between the two men. Hoseok was wearing a fitted white shirt and a pair of black skinny jeans. He had let his hair fall in front of his face, a boyish look that caught the hearts of many females. A pair of circle frames perched on the bridge of his too perfect nose. When he saw that you were looking at him, he sat at the edge of the bed and took your hand into his own, “I’ve missed you sweetheart. You look exquisite by the way.” You realized that the sheets had fallen to your waist and it revealed that they had not bothered to change you out of the outfit you wore to the club with Seohyun. Seohyun... Before you had her opportunity to ask what happened to your friend, Seokjin roughly grabbed Hoseok and got him off the bed. “Hoseok, out. I need to talk to Y/N.” Hoseok could never disobey Seokjin’s words so he winked once at you, and then left the room. He closed the door behind such that it was only you on the bed and Seokjin standing above you to the left. There was a very heavy and awkward silence that hung in the air between the two of you. “Eat,” he offered you the food again, “You’ll need the strength. We’ve got a lot to discuss.”

...

You stood in the middle of the living room and glared down at the five men who had been lounging before you exploded out the bedroom door. Min Yoongi had been typing away on his laptop, nearly spilling his ever present coffee beside his arm over at the sound of her screaming. Kim Taehyung had been on the floor, playing a game on the PlayStation with Jeon Jungkook. The two of them had their headphones on and didn’t know that you were standing on front of them until you kicked the console off. Park Jimin was returning from the kitchen with a bowl of chips but that was now on the floor as he dropped half the bowl. Jung Hoseok. He was just lying on the couch, taking a nap. He did not shift once in his seat even as you stood there. Seokjin finally appeared behind you. “Y/N, calm down. Just listen to our explanations,” he approached you slowly, like one would towards an enraged tigress. “Calm down?!” you raised your voice. You had still not recovered from being knocked out for twenty four hours by BTS. You wheezed and your breathing rate increased. Seokjin came from behind to try and move you to take a seat. Pushing him away, you remained standing on your own feet. You refused to sit at this moment. You took a deep breath and the words tumbled out in anger, frustration and confusion: “You knew I wouldn’t want to come so you stalked me outside the club, waited until I walked out, drugged me with chloroform, then proceeded to kidnapping me and brought me to New York?” You had always trusted Seokjin more than the others. He spoke firmly but with a calmness that made the listener want to stay and agree with his side of the argument. He never made you feel uncomfortable and the buzzing that was heightened around the other members was the quietest around him. There had been one instance where you had to excuse herself from the room due to the pain, but his lie was not completely irrational... His voice did not help in the situation this time though. There was red dancing in front of your eyes and you were angry beyond words. Seokjin had tried to start to explain why you were in this strange place with him and you had first listened. However, you lost it when she realized that it was them who had drugged you at the club. Not only had they drugged you, they even had the nerve to keep you sedated for the whole plane ride (private jet of course; they did not travel anywhere on common airplanes) until they touched down. And for what reason they had to go through all this? Because they believed that you wouldn’t have wanted to come otherwise. Jungkook didn’t know it himself but he spoke while holding Taehyung’s hand, “We didn’t mean to, Noona. Believe us. We would have done it any other way if we could.” You spun furiously to meet him. “Who the fuck doesn’t mean to kidnap another person, Jeon Jungkook?” you spat. He sunk further away, wishing he could melt into the sofa at this point. Taehyung gave his hand a reassuring squeeze. His eyes read, “I’m here for you, brother.” A light snore came in the direction of the sleeping Hoseok. Yoongi slightly kicked the other guy and the sound disappeared. “Jimin, get Y/N something to drink. She’s going to be dehydrated after all this talking,” Seokjin commanded the younger male. Jimin stared with wide eyes at you before leaving. He returned in moments and offered the water to you; a peace offering of sorts. You didn’t want to take the water, but your body betrayed you. You gulped the water down and your body thanked you for the decision. You set the cup on the table with a long crash, causing Hoseok to open one eye lazily. He looked at you. “Is this what you think we’re doing, Kim Seokjin? Talking? Cuz I don’t feel like that’s what I’m doing. I feel like strangling each of you right now, flying your dead bodies over America and then dropping them into ocean. No. That’d be too soft an impact. I want to drop you over a tower and hope that it’d spear all of your bodies like a fucking kebab,” your voice raised even higher than before. Hoseok spoke for the first time. “Wow. That’s morbid.” If looks could kill, Hoseok would have died right there on the spot. “Y/N,” Seokjin said with his soft voice, “Could you at least give us a chance to explain? I hope that our time together has at least allowed you to understand that we would never do anything to hurt you.” As furious as you were, you were not unreasonable and you had realized you barely gave any of them the chance to talk. You looked around the room and saw that Yoongi was staring at you with wide eyes. Jimin had taken a seat beside him but he looked far from comfortable. The two youngest members were still huddled and holding each other, shaking their heads in unison to agree with what Seokjin had said. Then there was fucking Jung Hoseok. He had gone back to sleep. Taking her silence as a go to speak, Seokjin started, “We were asked to come here for a job.” You knew what “job” meant. The boys were here to shake up some sorry son of a bitch who (usually) had sold information for the gang who hired the boys or had done something else that offended their employer. “His name is Hong Jung Yee. He’s the one in charge of international business - particularly here in New York. He’s worked for The Boss for years – decades maybe even – but the Boss thinks that the giant mess-up of the last job wasn’t just a mistake. He’s asked us to eliminate Hong Jung Yee as he thinks that perhaps Hong Jung Yee leaked information,” Seokjin said. You needed to take a seat. Trying to still look angry, you stomped over to the closest chair you could find and sank into it. You still had the itchy feeling of not being able to breathe and you weren’t sure if it was because of the top you hadn’t taken off since last night or the drug in your system. “So why do you need me here?” “The Boss insisted upon it,” Jimin finally spoke. He was the quietest out of all of them and so when he talked, you paid special attention. “The Boss?” this name was unfamiliar to you. Seokjin had taken a seat across from you and for the first time, he looked uncomfortable while talking. “Our Boss. Nobody really knows his real name or even where he is so that’s the name we use to refer to him. He’s the most influential name when it comes to our type of business. He is the one who dictates who can do what, who can own what, who can kill whom. I know I take on the leader role from time to time, but I’m not actually the one who calls all the shots. The Boss sends me jobs when he thinks appropriates and He’s the one in whom we report back to. In a way, since this request came from the Boss himself, you can call it a personal vendetta.” You knew that his words were meant to impact you someway. Perhaps stress how important it was that they had brought you here. Perhaps how important it was that you stayed and not disobey “The Boss’” commands. You knew you were supposed to feel something but all you could think about was how loud Hoseok snored. Drawing your attention back to Seokjin, you said, “Fine. So The Boss or whoever wants me to be on your job this time as well. But why me? You have all completed jobs before without me. Hell, you guys were doing completely fine before you met me. I don’t get why he insisted that I be here with you guys this time.” The instant the words left your mouth, you knew you would hate the answer. Seokjin scratched the back of head before addressing your observation, “Well, the Boss doesn’t want to eliminate anybody without knowing that there is concrete evidence that Hong Jung Yee has actually betrayed Him. So he asked us to present Him with something before we carry out the ultimate task. We know you don’t like talking about it and you forbade us to do it – ” You knew what he was talking about. You had not asked much from BTS when you started “working” with them. The only thing you had insisted upon was that nobody knew about this ability you had for figuring out the truth. They understood. If news got out about it, your life could be in danger. So what he said next caused you to want to bash your head into the wall. “- but somebody told the Boss about your special skill.” “We didn’t tell him, I swear on behalf of everybody!” Jungkook insisted. He had the worried look in his eyes again. You sat with your eyes closed. That was why this boss guy wanted you. He wanted you to make sure that BTS were going to make a “justified” kill on behalf of him. You rubbed the back of your neck, wishing that there was the familiar buzzing but there wasn’t. In fact, there had been no buzzing at all throughout the whole conversation. “I know,” your voice sounded defeated and extremely tired. You had no choice but to stay. In the back of your mind, you still wondered why they had known that you would reject following them but you did not want to press further in fear that they’d reveal more bad news. “So, you’ll stay here and help us?” Seokjin sounded hopeful. “I don’t have much of a choice, do I? It’s not like I can afford a ticket back to Seoul anyways.” There was a collective sigh with your words. Seokjin clapped his hands together and stood. He had dreaded your answer. While he knew that the probability of you saying “no” was unlikely, that probability still existed. He didn’t want to force you to do anything you didn’t want to but since this job came from The Boss he had planned for the worse. “Well that’s settled then. Let’s go out and have some food. I’ve heard that we’ve got to try New York style pizza at least once.” The members were definitely more cheerful as they discussed what toppings they wanted. You shivered in your seat and asked, “Tell me you’ve got clothes for me.”

...

Hoseok sat across the table watching you. Ever since you had yelled at them back at their suite, you wordlessly followed them around. Nobody knew if you were still angry and tried to cheer you up as best as they could. They were all sitting in a private room at Bravo Kosher Pizza and stuffing their faces with single pies worth on average $50. He could feel a slight uneasiness in his heart as he knew they had not even revealed the entirety of their plan to you. You stuffed another piece of whatever was on this expensive piece of ketchup slathered dough in your mouth. You knew they had taken you to this place and treated you to the most expensive items on the menu to cheer you up, but you didn’t feel happy. You felt miserable. It wasn’t that you wanted to return to Seoul. You didn’t believe you missed Namjoon or Seohyun but you just didn’t want to spend it here. You were content with the simple crappy life you had. It was scaring you that it might all be taken away. Although everybody was talking and joking with each other, there hung an awkward silence. They still had not talked mentioned to you what the full plan on tracking Hong Jung Yee down was nor how they were going to get you close enough to hear him talk while they interrogated him. You reached for a slice of pizza that had what you could only hope was eggplant. Your arm stops midway as you feel a different tingle down your spine. Hoseok was looking at you. “Is there something you want to say?” your voice knocks him out of his internal thoughts. He scoffed and reached for the exact same slice of pizza you were going for and stuffed half of it in his mouth. You looked at him, disgusted. “I was just thinking that you looked a lot better when we picked you up. You should wear more outfits like that,” he smirked while you glared at him. Taehyung nodded and patted his lips clean. “I’ll have to agree with Hoseok-hyung on that one. You looked hot.” You did not have the energy to follow up on the comment. Your mind wandered back to the night with Seohyun. You wondered if the other girl was alright and whether she was high on their couch or out partying. You wondered if Namjoon had noticed that you were missing. Did your boss even know you weren’t going to be in for work for a while? Hoseok could see you were unhappy. He thought that maybe with his usual teasing you’d turn back to normal but even that didn’t seem to change your mood. “I’m going out for a smoke,” he announced to the table. A lot of people who knew Hoseok called him many names. Playboy. Smoker. Rude. Drunk. Fuckboy. He didn’t particularly care for any of them except for one: liar. That also happened to be one of the first words that you had ever said to him. He knew he wasn’t the nicest person to be around and that nobody thought he ever cared about anything. They were wrong though. While he often was disinterested in the things happening around him, you had always been an interest. He didn’t know what it was about you that made him think about you so much since that night you had rejected his advances after trying to sleep with your friend. There had been physical attraction between the two of you, but you always played it off and scowled at how he made your head hurt a lot. The rest of the members did not know the full explanation of how you always sensed the truth. He didn’t know it all either but from the bits and pieces he gathered while they worked together, he knew that you had a feeling behind your head. That was why it bothered him so much that you always said your head hurt when the two of you were together. The rest of the members inside were all trying to tell you that everything was going to be okay but he wanted to be that one person who would not lie to you about all the crap that was about to go down. The door behind him creaked open and Yoongi stuck his head out. “Hey. We’re going over the plan for Hong Jung Yee right now.” Hoseok crushed the cigarette beneath his foot and followed his friend in.

...

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THE JOURNEY OF HISTORY BEGINS 2022.06.10

It's 04th May' 2022, as I write this post, and at approx 9:00 PM KST, Kim Taehyung aka our superstar V posted 3 stories on his Instagram account, Thv, and shook the ARMYs around the world.

V posted a snippet of a song that had tunes of Life Goes On but is more upbeat and with different lyrics. what seems like either a demo or Part 2 of Life Goes On. The snippet ended with 36.5 and then the last story was plain 36.5 written on it. The ARMYs got on their feet and discovered that 36.5 days from today will actually be 2022.06.10 - their comeback day.

Later at 12:00 AM KST Bangtan Tv went Live and we witnessed the album cover and title track journey of BTS from 2013.06.12 to the Name & Logo unveiling of their Comeback album which is

"We Are Bullet Proof" with ARMY logo completing the word proof.

The Title of the Live was 0612091102120820…0610

0612 = 12th June 2013 was BTS’s debut single album 2cool4skool release date.

0911 = 11th September 2013 was the release date of BTS’ EP O!rul8,2?

0212 = On 12th February 2014, BTS dropped their Skool Luv Affair album.

0820 = BTS released their Dark & Wild album on August 20th, 2014. 

And then finally 0610 = June 10 = new album

After a short while BIGHIT MUSIC Posted a notice on Weverse which was the notice for pre-ordering of the album and also some insight to as to what the Comeback has in-store for us, the ARMYs.

The album contains 3 CDs with Three new tracks however what draws more attention is the fact that Album is BTS Anthology and BTS relives its History with ARMY.

Now ARMYs are speculating that maybe the Album will consist of unreleased versions of their old songs and cover their journey and celebrate their 9th Anniversary and the entering into the 10th year.

The Album "We Are Bullet Proof" becomes now even more valuable, especially for baby Army (like me) who have regretted not knowing BTS earlier or from debut. This Album will embrace us, again especially Baby ARMYs, and bestow upon us the journey that we couldn't be a part of. Show us moments that we missed, give us a glimpse into the BTS that we couldn't see regardless of how many old videos we have looped. This Album will give us the happiness of reliving a Past of BTS with the Seven Members. And I feel Blessed about it.

This album holds special place in my life already and I hope it creates records that are unbreakable for coming centuries.

The V's Life Goes On snippet and Name & Logo reveal videos are combined in one video below. CREDITS TO THE ORIGINAL UPLOADER.

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