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The sillies,,,
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"When you release music, it deserves a celebration and should be enjoyed with others." - J-Hope
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at least they’ll be cellmates….🤭
inspired from this tweet : https://twitter.com/kojironanjo/status/1661772826897002507?s=61&t=AZTdj-udNXdGbpxMCt7oYA
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speechless...
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ઇଓ ֢ ࣪ ݂ J-hope Lockscreens ׅ ୨ ׁ
- like or reblog.
- don't repost please.
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hobi icons 🤡
from vlog;
by me. like/reblog if you save or use !!
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freddy :p
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#SEOKJIN : ToGetHer foREver (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧ :彡
idol : bts jin | song: together forever | by: adora ft kim donghyun (of ab6ix)
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The Flower Bridge | KSJ
You couldn’t, you didn’t want to, not anymore, the pain was too much, you wanted it to end, so you visited the bridge. Standing at the highest point, the wind stung, but your problems were bigger, your pain was stronger than the whipping wind and your anguish deeper than the water below. Tethered in the center, connecting the place you came from and the place you were going, you found another type of bridge and he found you.
Ghost!Seokjin x reader
I promise you it’s a happy ending :')....
Warnings: 18+ dark themes, attempted suicide, unaliving talk, mention of SA & DV, trauma, PTSD, grief/loss, violence, blood, a few creepy ghosty moments, mention of abortion, ANGSTTTT, hurt/comfort
Word Count: 10.8k
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“Don’t do it.”
“Mind your business,” you mutter, looking down at your feet as your toes balance upon the railing.
Where did he come from? At this hour?
You turn your head to yell at him to go away, except no one is there. Just darkness, the yellow shine of street lamps, and you, pitiful and alone, bloodshot eyes and saliva pooling in your mouth, your nose runny from all the crying.
You blink, are you imagining things now? Is your subconscious reaching out to you, your mind trying to save you from yourself?
No one is there like always.
You are totally alone.
You swallow down your sadness, now focusing on the water below, your face numb, body numb.
And so tired of it all.
You breathe out a sigh of...not relief, no…but a forlorn sough wretched from deep inside of you, a recognition that, well, this was it.
The end.
“Wait!” The man holds up his hands, suddenly by your side again.
You jump.
Not off the bridge. If only it had been so easy.
You jump up, spooked.
His reappearance startled you so much you almost lost your footing, clumsily grabbing onto the bridge’s stone to resteady yourself, your heart racing from fright.
“I can’t…leave you alone now. Please…” He looks worriedly around, “...reconsider?” You brace yourself against the bridge’s railing. “It can’t be that bad, trust me.”
Not so bad huh?
You were so tired. You were tired of the proding, the poking, the judgements, the way you were blamed for what was done to you. You tried to be strong, but there was no more strength left inside of you.
It is that bad.
Unyielding tears start resurfacing once more. “Walk away, please.” The words leave your lips in a shaky plea. You can’t even look at him, quickly focusing on the massive distance beneath you, something so large and foreboding the fright inside you shrinks to acceptance.
“Let me help you over.”
Who is this man? He looks too handsome, too put together to be out here at this hour. Someone like him should be warm in bed and sleeping happily in the arms of a lover, not here.
You shouldn’t have to be here either, teetering on the edge and willing to give it all up. Your life shouldn’t have ended up here! You let go of the breath you were holding in and begin to cry again.
“Come back and let’s talk, yes? What’s your name? My name is Seokjin. You can call me Jin.” He sounds so kind and friendly, like the nurses at the clinic you visited, words softly spoken, trying to calm you down.
He thinks he’s getting through to you now. It makes you want to laugh, but you're too busy crying instead, falling apart instead, accepting your fate as you tilt your body forward.
You shake your head, release one hand from the railing.
And the cold wind whips between your fingers, stinging your skin, reminding you that this is it.
This is the end.
A hand quickly grabs your free one, yanking you back, and the wind screams for you. Jin looks as surprised as you when you turn your head to look back at him.
Before you can question him, get angry and yell at him, he’s securing his other arm around yours, stepping closer to you.
“W-What are you doing?!” you yell incredulously.
“I’m not letting you do this!” he yells back, determined.
“Let me GO!”
“No!”
This man was on a mission now, arms snaking around your waist, pulling your body towards him, putting himself in danger to save you.
What the hell are you supposed to do now?! You can’t jump, not with this stranger clinging to your back like a squirrel. You’re not homicidal, just suicidal, okay?! You’re not a murderer.
Damn him, Jin. You reluctantly move your body into the handsome stranger’s arms to make it easier for him to pull you over, falling backwards in a tangle of limbs onto the safety of the bridge.
“Oof!”
Now that the severity of the situation was reduced to a jarring awkward encounter, you lay paralyzed by your failure. Looks like you couldn’t even kill yourself right, can anything in your life go right?
You looked towards the night sky, the stars hidden by the city lights leave only the black nothingness of the universe hanging over your head. And you hate it. And you hated the fact that this stranger’s arms were still secure around your waist with no intention of letting you finish what you started. You lie over him stunned…disappointed…upset, and yet he hasn’t let you go or objected to the dead weight of your body on top of him.
What must he think of you…and why hasn’t he pushed you off of him?!
You kick your legs out and roll to your side, attempting to yank off his arm lock.
Eventually he does let go, sitting up with you. And eventually you address him, words low and accusing.
“Tell me, if someone took everything from you by force, reached inside you and took every good memory you had with them and turned your life into a nightmare, and if all you had left was the hope that they would at least pay for what they did to you. And not even that, you have left, not even hope anymore…is that bad enough for you?”
Seokjin gulps. “It gets better,” he says rather unconvincingly.
“Shut the fuck up.”
“Well it can’t get worse.”
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The Flower Bridge | KSJ
You couldn’t, you didn’t want to, not anymore, the pain was too much, you wanted it to end, so you visited the bridge. Standing at the highest point, the wind stung, but your problems were bigger, your pain was stronger than the whipping wind and your anguish deeper than the water below. Tethered in the center, connecting the place you came from and the place you were going, you found another type of bridge and he found you.
Ghost!Seokjin x reader
I promise you it’s a happy ending :')....
Warnings: 18+ dark themes, attempted suicide, unaliving talk, mention of SA & DV, trauma, PTSD, grief/loss, violence, blood, a few creepy ghosty moments, mention of abortion, ANGSTTTT, hurt/comfort
Word Count: 10.8k
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“Don’t do it.”
“Mind your business,” you mutter, looking down at your feet as your toes balance upon the railing.
Where did he come from? At this hour?
You turn your head to yell at him to go away, except no one is there. Just darkness, the yellow shine of street lamps, and you, pitiful and alone, bloodshot eyes and saliva pooling in your mouth, your nose runny from all the crying.
You blink, are you imagining things now? Is your subconscious reaching out to you, your mind trying to save you from yourself?
No one is there like always.
You are totally alone.
You swallow down your sadness, now focusing on the water below, your face numb, body numb.
And so tired of it all.
You breathe out a sigh of...not relief, no…but a forlorn sough wretched from deep inside of you, a recognition that, well, this was it.
The end.
“Wait!” The man holds up his hands, suddenly by your side again.
You jump.
Not off the bridge. If only it had been so easy.
You jump up, spooked.
His reappearance startled you so much you almost lost your footing, clumsily grabbing onto the bridge’s stone to resteady yourself, your heart racing from fright.
“I can’t…leave you alone now. Please…” He looks worriedly around, “...reconsider?” You brace yourself against the bridge’s railing. “It can’t be that bad, trust me.”
Not so bad huh?
You were so tired. You were tired of the proding, the poking, the judgements, the way you were blamed for what was done to you. You tried to be strong, but there was no more strength left inside of you.
It is that bad.
Unyielding tears start resurfacing once more. “Walk away, please.” The words leave your lips in a shaky plea. You can’t even look at him, quickly focusing on the massive distance beneath you, something so large and foreboding the fright inside you shrinks to acceptance.
“Let me help you over.”
Who is this man? He looks too handsome, too put together to be out here at this hour. Someone like him should be warm in bed and sleeping happily in the arms of a lover, not here.
You shouldn’t have to be here either, teetering on the edge and willing to give it all up. Your life shouldn’t have ended up here! You let go of the breath you were holding in and begin to cry again.
“Come back and let’s talk, yes? What’s your name? My name is Seokjin. You can call me Jin.” He sounds so kind and friendly, like the nurses at the clinic you visited, words softly spoken, trying to calm you down.
He thinks he’s getting through to you now. It makes you want to laugh, but you're too busy crying instead, falling apart instead, accepting your fate as you tilt your body forward.
You shake your head, release one hand from the railing.
And the cold wind whips between your fingers, stinging your skin, reminding you that this is it.
This is the end.
A hand quickly grabs your free one, yanking you back, and the wind screams for you. Jin looks as surprised as you when you turn your head to look back at him.
Before you can question him, get angry and yell at him, he’s securing his other arm around yours, stepping closer to you.
“W-What are you doing?!” you yell incredulously.
“I’m not letting you do this!” he yells back, determined.
“Let me GO!”
“No!”
This man was on a mission now, arms snaking around your waist, pulling your body towards him, putting himself in danger to save you.
What the hell are you supposed to do now?! You can’t jump, not with this stranger clinging to your back like a squirrel. You’re not homicidal, just suicidal, okay?! You’re not a murderer.
Damn him, Jin. You reluctantly move your body into the handsome stranger’s arms to make it easier for him to pull you over, falling backwards in a tangle of limbs onto the safety of the bridge.
“Oof!”
Now that the severity of the situation was reduced to a jarring awkward encounter, you lay paralyzed by your failure. Looks like you couldn’t even kill yourself right, can anything in your life go right?
You looked towards the night sky, the stars hidden by the city lights leave only the black nothingness of the universe hanging over your head. And you hate it. And you hated the fact that this stranger’s arms were still secure around your waist with no intention of letting you finish what you started. You lie over him stunned…disappointed…upset, and yet he hasn’t let you go or objected to the dead weight of your body on top of him.
What must he think of you…and why hasn’t he pushed you off of him?!
You kick your legs out and roll to your side, attempting to yank off his arm lock.
Eventually he does let go, sitting up with you. And eventually you address him, words low and accusing.
“Tell me, if someone took everything from you by force, reached inside you and took every good memory you had with them and turned your life into a nightmare, and if all you had left was the hope that they would at least pay for what they did to you. And not even that, you have left, not even hope anymore…is that bad enough for you?”
Seokjin gulps. “It gets better,” he says rather unconvincingly.
“Shut the fuck up.”
“Well it can’t get worse.”
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Anonymous asked:
I loved the dad joon and dad yoongs drabble 🥹 it's freaking cuteeee omg jade 😭😭 *whisper* can you do dad-to-be or dad seokjin too please...? I'm on a seokjin missing hour 🥹 thank you ❤️❤️
of COURSE! i’m combining this with a request @cinnamin-ji made for my 1k drabblepalooza which, of all things, was SUPER TUNA 😩😂
listen here
c: marriage!au, dad!jin, fishing? lol, not proofread because i’m tired but i’ll come back later to fix what i imagine are numerous, glaring errors!
Kim Seokjin wasn’t known for his quietness. In the years you’d been together, you’d only identified two circumstances in which he was silent. Still.
Come to think of it, perhaps sleeping didn’t truly belong on that list. After all, Seokjin had a habit of talking to you even while he slept. More alarmingly, he proved that sleeping and making himself laugh weren’t mutually exclusive. On more than one occasion, his unexpected giggling broke free from his dreams and ripped you out of yours.
With sleeping crossed off, the only circumstance left on that list was fishing. He went often and, thanks to you, he never went alone.
Initially, it confused you whenever he asked you to tag along. It was well-known that you didn’t have the stomach for catching - or releasing - living, flopping, terrified fish. So, you figured, he wants someone to talk to. Unfortunately, you learned the hard way that your constant chatter scared off all the nearby wildlife.
After spending countless, sleepy mornings by the water, it finally dawned on you: conversation was never the point. Seokjin simply wanted to do his favorite thing, in his favorite place, with his favorite person at his side. Even if you were half-asleep, or reading, or knitting to pass the time, you were along for the ride. That was all that mattered.
Well, not all.
Someone had to be there to praise him whenever he successfully caught something. Clapping for himself was too difficult to do while reeling in his prize; and it didn’t hold a candle to your proud grin. Lucky for him, he’d married his biggest fan.
Well, you used to be his biggest fan. Now, there was stiff competition coming for your title. A brand-new contender, a dark horse vying for the role of Seokjin’s favorite person. You were, of course, amenable to a tie. Negotiations were stalled, but would resume once your sole competitor could speak in sentences.
This morning’s trip was a special one. For the first time, it wasn’t just the two of you on that dock, basking in that lakeside sunshine. Importantly - though he was too shy to say so - Seokjin was eager to share his beloved pastime with someone who might actually, meaningfully participate in it. Unfortunately, that dream was a few years away from becoming a reality.
After all, his new fishing partner had only just mastered the art of sitting up on her own.
As you sat in your foldable camp chair, you tried and failed to think of anything better than your current view. No sight could ever compete with that of your husband trying his very best to cast a line, all with a seven-month-old baby strapped to his chest. Two perfect halves making up the whole of your heart.
Every time he drew back, Jinseo’s relentless wiggling prompted Seokjin to lose his focus, his balance, and his - self-proclaimed - perfect aim. When he did manage to follow through on his dutifully-practiced cast, his baited hook would end up in the shallows with the weeds. So, he simply kept trying.
After his seventh unsuccessful attempt, he turned around to face you. You expected him to whine out all his frustration, but he quickly proved you wrong. Instead, he was laughing so hard that his eyes crinkled and his nose scrunched. If you looked closely, you might’ve spotted a stray, mirthful tear making a break for it.
Jinseo, that chubby-cheeked menace, was unbothered by her role in her father’s downfall. She babbled and kicked her little legs as if her life depended on it, none the wiser. And when she giggled, she did so with her entire face.
Just like her father.
Through your own laughter, you gestured to the marshmallow baby squawking happily under the brim of her floral sun hat. “Do you want me to take her off your hands for now?” You called out, but quickly amended, “Er - off your chest?”
“We’re okay!” He chirped with a wave. Unbeknownst to him, his most-loved accessory echoed his movement - albeit with a tiny, far chunkier hand.
Copy, paste.
With the fondest look you’d ever seen in his eyes, he beamed down at his fishing partner and tickled her sides. As he did, he cooed, “Isn’t that right, Jinnie?”
Her reply came in the form of giddy squeals and spit bubbles, but it sure sounded like a resounding yes to you. Having drawn the same conclusion, Seokjin shot you a wink and a smirk to match.
“See? I’m finally not the only Kim who likes to fish!”
a/n: did give my own name to the aforementioned marshmallow baby? yes. yes, i did. do i regret it? absolutely not! lil beeb ain’t the only jinseo droolin’ over kim seokjin 😂
🥺🥺 so cute 🥰
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Princess
Part 1 (months 1-6)
Jin x oc
Pregnancy au
Word count: 4.5k
I didn’t know what gif to use so here’s jin and his giant baby🥰
Jin and Hana had met during the year 2013, just before Bangtan had debuted. She had been with him through thick and thin, the highs and lows and everything in between. With Jin constantly going on tour and his military service coming closer the couple had decided to wait until after at least one was out of the picture before settling down and starting a family. Well that is until someone else came into the picture.
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BTS as Appas (dads) 🧸🍼✨👶🏽💞 HYUNG LINE
Hi @theharrowing‘s anon! Somewhat shockingly, I’ve taken up your challenge. A few disclaimers: I am a wife/mama, via international toddler adoption (by choice), so I’ve never *had* an infant/baby-baby. However, I worked in orphanages for years and in my past life (pre-kid), I was a teacher, Kinder through 8th. I assume that qualifies me to write here?
My approach for these headcanons is: BTS as Appas (dads). I’d evaluate them all to be “daddy” material. Seriously, no jokes this time. OT7’s strengths include being: communicative, gentle, open minded, understanding, reflective, creative, determined, self-sacrificing, secure, responsible, protective, and loving. Ideal candidates if you ask me (I mean, you sorta did?)
It’s organized by the order in which it came to my brain. It’s obviously, positively fiction! PG-rating, fluffy stuff. One brief mention of conception. I’ve tried to be gender neutral with their partners. Hyung line first; maknaes here. Thanks for your patience and enjoy! ~HLJ
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A BTS member farted and got fired for it.
Someone edit this as the official bts twitter or something
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Namjoon from BTS broke into my house and told me to study.
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BTS had a new music video. They had their teeth covered in the black stuff dentists use, singing, "Give us the burn, woah-oh-oh." I still remember the melody
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If I hear Chris Pratt say “IMA COMING LUIGI” as Mario, my soul is literally going to ascend to Heaven.
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Peaches, peaches, peaches! ෆ╹ .̮ ╹ෆ