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Hello not to be annoying but im still gonna be annoying about this because cherry bomb got charted out on melon, naver and mnet again and they just dropped 24 ranks on genie!!! digital score is 45-55% of the total score for music show wins so let’s get their 2nd, 3rd, 4th and 1000000th win! 

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Suga; Maybe

❝in which you find out reasons why you love Yoongi
If you guys have read Chanyeol’s Maybe, then this’ll probably feel familiar for you but this version is for Min Yoongi ^3^ based on this lovely post by flowerteahyung
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Sometimes when you’re asked to list down the number of reasons why you’re in love with Min Yoongi, you’re very tempted to throw the papers given by the person who asks you to do so. But then again, you do start to wonder why you’re in love with him as you’re lazing on the sofa, staring at him working his things on the laptop as he uses the basic necessities and programs to form another beat and your eyes trail away from your book too many seconds to long before your book closes.

Maybe it’s the way that he can be lazy—but it’s the cute kind of lazy. Those mornings where when you try to get off bed and do something productive, he’s trying to be the opposite because he wants his sleep and you don’t want to laze around in bed all day. This guy admits on broadcast that he sleeps for twenty hours sometimes and you agree and you will pledge to be the witness because you’ve seen that happen before.

However, you can’t blame him because he’s always so busy with composing new tracks, writing new lyrics, making new song, being a rapper, being an idol, learning all sorts of choreography and it boggles your mind to how he still returns in one piece at the end of the day—it amazes you to how many things Yoongi is good at, and it’s no different when it comes to loving you.

But it’s moments like these where you start to question how is that the same person as this fellow lying on his stomach, buried in the sheets, his eyes fully shut and if you were to give him a rough shake or shove him off the bed, you bet with all your life he’d still be able to fall back to sleep be it on the floor or in bed. Once he clamps you in his embrace, escaping it is very difficult and it speaks for itself now when you’re trying to unlatch his arm from your waist but it snaps back down heavily. You sigh and try to wake him up, nudging his shoulder, poking his cheek, shaking his hand, anything but nothing works until a few seconds later he mumbles into your ear that it’s a Saturday and there’s time to sleep some more.

Then you argue that the sun is already up and he says, yeah, because that’s the Sun’s job and you fake a laugh and call him smart but then you’re jabbing his lower torso enough to make him wince, “C’mon, you know I have things to do…”

“And you know I like it when I get to have you in bed with me,” He counters and you roll your eyes when he’s not even looking at you but he says, “Don’t do that,”

“You’re not even looking,”

“Don’t need to,” He murmurs, coiling his arm around you tighter to make you press your cheek against his chest, “Now just fall back into sleep with me and we’ll go out for lunch later.”

Maybe it’s the way he casually shows his affections that makes your heart flutter and it makes your heart stop a second after it happens—it’s always like that. Be it whether you’re washing the dishes after a meal and he sneaks into the kitchen and the next thing you know, you’re almost screaming your lungs out but then his warmth soothes everything and it all melts away. He grins and kisses your cheek, apologizing for giving you a fright but then he’s making things right when he works a kiss on your lips that almost has you dropping the plate.

Be it whether you’re back from a long day of work, closing the door behind you before you turn around and place your forehead on the wood as you exhale deeply. All the tension is building up on your shoulders from all the projects, it’s weighing you down but before you can fall, Yoongi has you up when his arms band around your waist and he whispers welcome home and all your worries are brushed away.

Be it whether you’re baking something sweet for him to munch on as you stir the familiar looking batter in a bowl and his arms snake around your waist after he smells the aroma that lingers in the air from the kitchen to his working spot in the living room. He hooks his chin onto your shoulder and his lips find their way to your neck and a sigh escapes when he kisses gently before he mumbles, “Chocolate chip?” Then you’d answer with a shaky mhm… before you get yourself to focus and you’re getting yourself together to finish the task before you get sidetracked again because once is bad enough.

“You smell good,” He whispers, sending the shivers down your spine and you whine, “Yoongi, I really want to get this done,”

“I’m not stopping you,” His tone is innocent.

“That’s what you said the last time,” You’re recalling the past incident and he grins before he backs away, “Okay, okay,” He has his hands up as reverses his way out whilst still keeping his gaze on you, “Just know that when you’re done, you’re much welcomed to the living room, on the sofa.”

Maybe it’s the way he’s being all discrete when it comes to his work and you find out by entering his mini-like studio in one of the small rooms by the corner of the apartment. That room was initially meant for extra things, a storeroom to be exact but when Yoongi got into all of this composing and such, you surprise him by turning it into a studio and he almost bawls his eyes out when he sees what you’ve done with the place. It may not be ideal—it’s not as huge and luxurious—but it’s everything Yoongi is wishing for and it’s all he needs.

When you step through the door with a glass of warm water in your hands, some cookies from the last batch you’ve managed to whip a week ago, not even the aroma can wake him up when you see him slump over the keyboard and the papers are a mess all over the desk. The pencils, some are broken, some are not, some are not usable but he keeps them there anyway. There are crushed up papers in the corner due to the number of times the beats went wrong and his headphones are scattered onto the other sofa by the wall. You sigh and place the tray down, on a vacant side table before you roll up the sleeves of his your hoodie because you know you’re going to be busy.

Within fifteen minutes, you’re almost done when all that’s left is compiling the pieces of paper and some of them ended up on the floor despite having decent handwriting. You furrow your eyebrows and mumble about how if you hide a gold bar in here, he won’t find it as you get down on your knees to pick them up. As you’re collecting them and grumbling at the same time, it all washes away when your eyes scan through the words and you’re deciphering whatever that means in your mind.

He writes about how life is beautiful when there’s the fourth starting from the left is in it and you take less than two seconds to notice he’s having a word play with you. He describes of how things were from the beginning with just the line ‘if you hadn’t miss your bus, there wouldn’t be us,’ and you’re well aware that the day you met him was the day you nearly got fired on your first day—but you wouldn’t have it any other way. He explains of how complicated life is, the tough times he’s been through and you’re guessing it’s his own track, his own life story—his everything he’s pouring out into a song and a verse is making your heart clench when he literally writes that if it wasn’t for a savior that came in a form of a beautiful lady, he wouldn’t make it this far and it makes everything harder to read because it’s you. Then your eyes scan through the other papers you’ve picked up and it’s another story, another scenario, another time in the past, some discussions of what can happen in the future—all lyrics, everything you understand and bits of innuendo here and there because this is all about you.

Maybe it’s the way his bottom lip juts out when he gets concerned and it says so in his eyes as he waves a hand in front of you. Your eyes take a strong blink, realizing that you’ve spaced out way back into time, shifting through the days crossed out some time ago to see that he’s put his laptop aside on the table, your book long discarded and he placed it on top of his laptop as he scans you from head to toe. He sighs in relief when you’re looking at him and he questions, “Are you okay?”

You’re able to nod with a small smile and it’s enough to assure him, “You scared me,” He admits, shaking his head but he gladly accepts any sort of apology you’re offering when you’re sneaking into his arms, invading his side of the sofa and one of his leg props down onto the floor while the other curls your figure in when your back settles against his chest.

“Sorry, I was just… thinking,” You’re whispering and you have no idea why.

“You can always talk to me,” He’s whispering and he has no idea why either.

“No… no need for that, it’s nothing,”

He frowns and you know he’s still not buying it because he’s not going to like it when you’re bottling things up and he knows it’s going to bite him at night if he doesn’t confirm it now, “Are you really sure? There’s nothing to hide, you know that,”

“I know,” You smile, turning to look into his eyes and the creases are nearly causing it to be permanent at how hard he’s staring at you with the confusion bubbling from within. A hand of yours manage to cup his cheek, your thumbs smoothen over his skin as you say, “There’s nothing to worry about—really,

He takes a second to lean forward, pressing his lips onto yours and it’s everything you ever wanted to feel before he pulls away, giving in with a soft okay and he tries to lighten up the mood by telling you about a song he’s working on and he subconsciously reveals what the subject is surprise, it’s you and he tries to cover it up with a cough and he’s trying to direct the topic away again but it’s not working and the same thing happens. But with all of this going on, your eyes are staring into his and he’s staring back into yours as he speaks, he occasionally trails away when he’s into his speech but then they would always turn back to you because he knows you’ll be staring and it’s that look in his eyes that just screams, I’m the person you fell in love with and you can’t get up.

Maybe, just maybe, it’s because he’s Min Yoongi.

“And Junhui TTTT Because his eyes were bloodshot I asked him what happened, he said it’s because he wore contacts on stage. I said he still looks handsome without them, it’s fine if he doesn’t wear them~ He said they don’t have broadcasts on Monday and Tuesday, since he won’t have to wear them then it’ll heal~~ But Oppa, don’t you have a recording on Tuesday TTTT Just don’t wear them TTTTTTT”

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By: @ivanhooart 

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A section of Jeonghan’s interview about the time he first came to the company featured in a Japanese magazine. 

Trans: InsideMinJosh

anonymous asked:

Seokjin licks his lips, looking at his masterpiece. All fucked out, needy, and dripping just for him. His pretty little girl, a shaking, whimpering mess. Her fingers going in and out of her cunt at relentless speed begging "P-Please please, daddy I need you" Seokjin kneels down in front of her, taking in her tight, pink pussy. He moves her hands away and slowly, kisses her folds, his tongue making zigzag patterns around her clit, sucking the swollen bud. (7😛 2 more parts n I'm done)

“Damn baby, I could eat you every hour of the day if I could” Seokjin comments, “you’re so wet for me—shit” His plump lips sucks harshly at her clit, pulling it lightly. He knows she’s about to cum, by the way her legs are quivering, her hands pulling at his amber locks so tightly he can almost feel the burning sensation in his scalp. Her moans get louder, her pleas become more incoherent, “I-p-please I need, fuck” Seokjin hums at her unintelligible request. (8 😛😛)

He halts his tongue to only replace it with his fingers, “baby you’re gonna cum? Are you gonna make a mess all over my fingers?” She nods her head “Yes yes, I’m cumming, please let me cum Seokjin” He pinches the inside of her thigh “then do me a favor and fucking cum” watching his babygirl come down from her high has been the most erotic thing he has seen he can’t help but to steal a kiss from her. He pulls back and tucks the strands of hairs behind her ear, and lets out a gentle. “I love you”


TTTTTTT you are KILLING ME, anon!