Pls don’t stan Jin for his Money :/ I’m honestly sad whenever I see ppl suddenly stanning him because he’s the son of a well off family. Can’t y'all just chill and appreciate the fact that he actually never said a word about this. He worked his way up to the top just like the other members did, and he never even complained after all of these years when bighit treated him like shit, and didn’t even gave him the lines/screen time he deserved.if you think about it, Jin could’ve had it so much more easier, but he chose the rough path and I honestly respect him for that.He always seemed like a normal kid (I’m talking about how humble he always is,how down to earth, how weird af he could get lol , how shameless he can get *in a good way lol* ,how funny he is) and he still is a normal kid. He never used his status to feel superior and was always there, dotting on the younger members. He even makes dad jokes, ppl, DAD JOKES, WHAT KIND OF CHAEBOL’S SON DOES THAT ON NATIONAL TV??!!! Jin never gave a flying f about anyone’s ill opinions about him and was always confident even if he embarrassed his members with his flying kisses. He’s literally just like any other 25 y/o guy who’s having a blast at work with his friends . Please Love Jin in his natural habitat, not for his money.
Hello neighbour from hell, may I help renovate your house?
Strap your seatbelts, this will be Odyssey long one. First thing first, let me take some time to introduce you to Cruella de Vil of this story, who I hated for many years with a fury of a thousand raging diarrheas. You know that joke if you had a gun with two bullets and you were in a room with Hitler, Bin Laden, and x-person, you would shoot x-person twice? Well, not only would I shoot her, I would proceed to beat her with gunstock, perform exorcism on her lifeless body (just in case) and then burry the remains. She is stereotypical neighbour from hell. And hell is in this case the Mediterranean.
I live in a medium sized Mediterranean town with ancient heritage; all the houses are old and jammed close to each other. My neighbourhood is also made of these stone houses which share walls, so for instance when my neighbour to the right plays guitar in his bedroom, I hear it in my living room (I don’t mind him though, he is always really quiet, respects the hours and plays Rolling Stones and Metallica really well) and when I fart in my toilet, Cruella on the left side hears it clearly. Suits her well.