#no hate to taylor swift it's not her fault the interviewer was dumb

[bittersweetsweetheart]

That interviewer who asked Lana about Taylor Swift's album needs to be fired. Out of all the questions to ask Lana del Rey, a singer and songwriter who just performed at Coachella and at Fenway Park, and has another album coming out in September and has a large body of work, they ask her about some other musician's album! Fucking why?! Like, who tf cares what her favourite Tortured Poets song is? Would you ask Taylor what her favourite Blue Bannisters song is?

I mean, am I the only one who thinks that was low key disrespectful? Lana is a talented artist and rather than asks her about her new album or tours, all you can think to ask her about is Taylor Swift?

[igotyoukth]

After a break up./ “Save me”

Masterlist. 

Seokjin

The boys were standing in formation, only Seokjin seemed lost. He didn't even know what song they were getting ready for. Not that he cared. The last hour, he had been fighting with his body more than usual, and with the boys as well. He bumped into Hoseok a few times, which was nearly impossible. But Hoseok and the other boys showed patience. Because they knew, that Seokjin was struggling with more than the choreography. It had been a few days since they witnessed you storm out of the dorm, leaving their oldest brother in anger and tears. No one had the guts to ask what was going on, not with their Hyung shooting flames with his eyes.

"Hyung, here," Taehyung gestured at the spot next to him, helping Seokjin with the formation. But this one wasn't ready to accept any help,

"Do you think I don't know?," he fought back, and Taehyung and the other boys next to him widened their eyes in shock over the sudden arguing.

"Yes, it seems like you don't know, at all, Hyung," Namjoon answered, who had enough of the weird and dangerous atmosphere,"We understand it's not an easy time for you, but the comeback is around the corner, so you better get yourself together?"

"Kim Namjoon, I'm older than you!"

"And I'm the leader, Hyung." Namjoon had been silent about the whole situation, giving his brother some space, but maybe it was the wrong approach.

"So I have to fight through work, with my head spinning like crazy?," Seokjin responded with a softer voice this time. He always respected Namjoon as the leader, trusted in his words blindly. He was the only one to wake him up a little.

"Work hard to forget about it for a while," Namjoon didn't dare to say 'forget about her' instead of 'it',"and afterwards we will have our talk in the evening."

"But first you have to tell me, which song is next."

Yoongi

For the first time in his life, Yoongi was being a petty person. Since you two broke up, he was all about rolling eyes, talking back and correcting people. But this wasn’t that far from his usual character, the boys tried to believe. But then they saw Yoongi stacking boxes and boxes in the living room. Yoongi was juggling a seemingly heavy box on top of another, when his eyes met with Jimin. As the atmosphere was quite great in the living room apart from Yoongi’s mysterious actions, the younger didn’t think much and started talking.

“What are you doing, Hyung? Moving out?,” Jimin joked and the rest of the boys laughed with him. But not for long. Because Yoongi started to blush and exit the room. They exchanged curious looks, until Jin forced Jungkook to open one of the boxes. So Jungkook stood up, unsure if it was the right thing and also scared that Yoongi would come back and scold him. 

“Hyung,” Jungkook didn’t adress anyone especially,”Yoongi Hyung became weird.” The boxes were filled with everything and nothing at the same time. It was mostly junk from Yoongi’s studio they recognized, that seemed to be there forever. There were figures, old equipment and headphones. 

“At least he isn’t moving out,” Namjoon said as nothing seemed important. 

“But did he always have so much pink stuff?,” Jin asked, seeing the common trait of the content. 

“Oh, isn’t that what his girlfriend got him for his birthday?,” Taehyung asked and picked one of the action figures,”Yoongi Hyung made fun of it, because of how unpopular and poorly made it was.” “Put that back in,” Yoongi had entered the room,”I’m sending them back to their original owner.”

The boys had guessed that things weren’t going well with the two of you, when you stopped coming by and Yoongi didn’t run to his phone everytime it rang. 

“Did you two break up?,” Hoseok asked.

“Jungkook, come and pick up the last box, it’s too heavy,” Yoongi only responded. That was the only answer they would get, they knew that too well. So again, the youngest was forced to do something he hated. “It’s his fault for having a big body, but being a scaredy cat,” Jin whispered to Namjoon about Jungkook.

The studio seemed naked with all the stuff outside, the other boxes must’ve included more than old stuff then, Jungkook thought. “Did she gift you so much, Hyung?” “No, but I also don’t like to see the stuff, that she always touched or stuff, that smells like her.”

“But,” Jungkook saw little perfume bottles -almost empty- on the shelf,”Isn’t this-” He coulnd’t finish his question, not with Yoongi staring at him like that. 

“I bought them, so I am not returning them, do you know how expensive they were?”

“Of course, Hyung.”

Hoseok 

It was no secret, that even his own members feared Hoseok sometimes. The way his eyes caught every mistake and how he could hide criticism behind his smile. But now he was even sharper and didn’t bother smiling. Jimin had to admit, he had cursed at you a few times because of it. 

“Won’t you work harder?,” Hoseok yelled to be heard over the music. Or to simply let out some of his anger. Because he developed a lot of it lately. And working hard and yelling helped. 

“I’m done! One more routine and I’m dying!,” Jin dramatically said and laid down on the floor. “Me too!,” the rest of the boys joined, so that the floor was filled with the sweaty bodies of grown men. 

“Are you serious? The comeback is next month!”

“Really? I thought it was tomorrow by the way we were training!,” Taehyung said sarcastically. 

“Ya! It’s not time to joke around,” Hoseok yelled.

“It’s not time to joke, it’s not time to eat or laugh or breath,” Jungkook whined. 

“Maknae!,” Hoseok warned. 

“Hope-a, we did more than enough, let’s be understanding,” Namjoon tried to calm Hoseok down. 

“I saw you do the wrong moves around the two minute mark!” “Hyung, I start to hate your ex now, you know,” Jimin spoke without thinking. 

“YA! WHAT DOES THAT MEAN? WHY BRING HER UP?”

“It’s because of her, don’t deny it! Working helps you forget about her, am I wrong?,” Jimin spoke, even though knowing he would regret it afterewards. 

“Really, Hoseok, stop torturing yourself. Let’s go grab a drink, otherwise there won’t be any healthy men around for comeback next month,” Yoongi said. 

Namjoon

It was so ironic, that Namjoon had to laugh out loud. In the past, when he wrote songs about heartbreak, breakups or love in general, it seemed easier. No, it was easier. It was easier to imagine the pain, lose himself in lyrics and melodies. But now his own abilities betrayed him. He was suffering from his breakup with you, so writing about it should heal him a little. But there he was, staring at the blank walls in the studio. 

“It’s so unfair,” he spoke to himself, something he did very often, since you left,”Am I not in great pain? I am. Am I not a musician? I am. So what’s the deal, Namjoon-a?” 

Telling the boys that you broke up had been easy for him, he had joked that they should look forward to a great album à la Taylor Swift. 

“You can do it,” he tried to make himself work one more time, with no success. It was the same wall, the same notebook, the same hole in his brain again. 

And nothing seemed to help, not the walk in parks, museums, not even the alcohol. It was even worse with it. Because he was reminded of you, and not in a good way to produce new songs. He couldn’t fit your smile or laugh into a song. 

He felt so lost, that he did something that seemed very, very dumb. To others at least, because it didn’t feel like a mistake to him to dial your number and wait for you to answer. 

“Namjoon,” you answered the phone only a second after Namjoon called. 

“Hi, how are you?,” Namjoon asked like it was any other day, before you broke up. A little small talk followed after that, until you noticed his urgency behind his voice. 

“What is it?,” you asked

“I can’t seem to write, I feel empty,” he confessed.

“It must be me then, the problem I mean.”

“Probably, I wrote only perfect songs, before you left me.” 

“Your fans will hate me.” “I think so.”

“Do you hate me?”

“You wish.” “There you have it, use it for the next song.”

“You are heartless, aren’t you?,” Namjoon laughed sadly.

“And there goes another song idea. I’m hanging up, call me after you finish.”

Jimin 

He gave up. On everything. So it didn’t bother him, that the manager was announcing the departure time in a rather annoyed voice, or that Jungkook had threatened to kill him. Even though it didn’t seem like he joked. 

“Tell them, I broke my leg or something,” Jimin said, not moving from the couch. 

“The paparazzi saw you walk in just perfectly, but I can break it now, if you want,” Jungkook responded. Jin was holding onto his shoulders, as a precaution.

“Please do that,” Jimin answered back. 

“Manager, cancel the interview,” Namjoon finally announced. Everyone froze, even Jimin didn’t know what to do. The last few days, everyone either babied him or fought him for his behaviour. But the leader didn’t interfer at all.

“Ugh, okay I’ll come out, but don’t expect me to speak or smile.”

“No, I mean it, we gave you enough time,” Namjoon nodded to the manager to proceed with the cancelation,”We have to talk this out.”

“Why are you making such a big deal of it?,” Jimin stood up.

“Jimin, look at me,” Namjoon ignored Jimin’s question,”Did you start this because of her?,” he didn’t need to mention your name, Jimin still understood and shook his head,”Do you think of her when you perform? Or did we come this far because of her?” Again Jimin shook his head, growing smaller by each question. 

“Then why the hell are we suffering because of her?,” Namjoon was shouting now, so that Jin moved away from Jungkook to Namjoon, to hold him back now. 

“Hyung,” Jimin fell onto his knees,”I don’t want this either.” “Let’s go on stage, working always helped us in the past. And afterwards we’ll talk it out.”

Taehyung

“Yoongi, stop biting your nails,” Jin repeated for the third time. 

“But he is making me nervous,” Yoongi answered, putting his hands on the table,”How can they- I mean how he stay so calm about this? Didn’t they almost print the wedding invitations?”

“We did and it’s better than ending it on the wedding day,” Taehyung’s voice made the two eldest members jump,”I’m okay, so don’t worry.” Taehyung patted on Yoongi’s back, and left the kitchen after grabbing some snacks. He didn’t act differently, he came out to eat, watch TV. Maybe he spent too much time gaming, but he argued that he did have the time now that you broke up. The situation was effortlessly natural, that Yoongi almost went crazy. He had to do something about it, as soon as possible.

It was the next day, after their schedule and usually they would drive back in groups of three or four. But when Taehyung entered the car, not only Jimin and Jin joind him, but the rest of the boys as well. Yoongi was sitting on th driver’s seat. 

“We’re going to the sea!,” Jungkook screamed and Jimin added sound effects to it.

“No, drive to the dorms I have a game tournament scheduled!,” Taehyung said, but the boys immediately pretended to fall asleep. “Hyung, please,” he tried once more, directed to Yoongi in the front. He only told him to sleep as well. 

“We arrived,” Yoongi yelled after a few hours, and everyone jumped up and opened the doors. Jungkook grabbed Taehyung’s hands and dragged him to the beach. It was late at night, noone there to see or hear them.

Jungkook didn’t stop until they reached the waves. He then turned around to Taehyung and suddenly looked very serious. 

“Now you talk, scream at the waves!”

“Why? What did they do?,” Taehyung tried to joke, not convincing anyone. 

“Let it all out,” Jimin whispered and patted Taehyung’s back,”we’ll be by the car, because it’s freaking cold, but you better return with teary eyes and your voice gone.” Before Taehyung could react, the boys already started walking back. He had to follow suit. So he kneeled into the moist sand, allowing his emotions to crawl out after a long time. 

“I’m sorry,” he spoke to the waves,”I’m so sorry,” he repeated, a little louder this time. “I’m so so so sorry.” And finally tears left his eyes, the first ones he allowed himself since you two broke up. 

Jungkook

Maybe it should’ve been Hoseok or Namjoon, who saw Jungkook in the kitchen that night. This way noone would’ve cried or started a fight this weird and pointless. But of course, it was Jin who caught Jungkook, who was eating from the fridge like a starving animal. 

“JK! At least close the door, if you’re done eating!,” Jin yelled at Jungkook for leaving the fridge open for so long,”and get a glass for the juice!”

“It wasn’t even five seconds, let me breath!,” Jungkook yelled just as loudly.

“Breath? You let yourself breath, take a break from eating nonstop!” “Huh! I came back from the gym, I was starving- STARVING!”

“Whoa, how can you be so-,” Jin started, but stopped himself from talking, because of meaningless their discussion was. 

“Childish? You wanted to say childish, right? You are just like her!,” Jungkook suddenly started whining and slammed the door shut. 

The boys didn’t have to ask Jungkook about the breakup. He had made it very obvious what was going on. He became very sensitive to everything, overate most of the time and rushed to the gym afterwards. And it didn’t need a genius to understand, that Jungkook being childish had been the reason for the breakup. 

“No, I didn’t want to say -” “Childish? Sure, sure, I bet in your head it goes ‘Maknae JK, young JK, cute JK’, the fact that you call me JK and not Jungkook shows me no respect.” Jungkook was pouting with Nutella smeared on his face, so it was hard for Jin not to laugh then and there. 

“But you are the Maknae.”

“Hyung!”

“What’s wrong with acting like that? It’s part of you, and if someone has a problem with that, good thing that you broke up.”  “But Hyung, you should act your age sometimes,” Jungkook responded, a lot more calm now. 

“We should do a lot of things, like wipe off the Nutella from your face, but if that’s what makes you happy, forget about her.”