idk but feeeeeels

anonymous asked:

Did you see that video Jimin posting on twitter with him and Jungkook? There's just something about it, I can't really explain it. Like it was soft and so comforting the way Jimin just lean on Jungkook's shoulder.I feel something different, like the opposite of the intensity I am used to seeing in a lot of Jikook moments.The viedo somehow makes me feel that's what their relationship is like behind camera, just simply being in love, like an ordinary couple. Sorry if I am just talking rubbish :/

Gwaaaaaaah I knoooow right, they were soooo cute idk what to think ^///o///^ And I’m pretty sure anyone would think the same: just show your non-kpop friends the video without context and I would really like to see what they think  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

but honestly idk what to feeeeeel with their recent posts lately. like who even does that? post repeated videos of them being in each other’s presence. it’s like jimin is proud that jungkook is with him and wants to show him off every time, and i think that’s so simultaneously funny and adorable. they’re just so…floofy <3 and the ambiance between them is just….gaaaah. 

I mentioned it in my tags but have you ever stopped to imagine how many of these vids Jimin/Jungkook have in their phones? And how many of these cute moments they have in general without filming them at all? It’s so hard to picture, because on camera they’re almost awkward with each other sometimes…but in moments like these where it’s natural or when the camera is not focused on them, they’re not. Even now, my sister is confused about their relationship. She keeps saying things like “Since when did Jungkook become such ‘good friends’ with Jimin?”, which we know they always were since debut days…but how come their on-camera interactions show such a drastic change/?

idk man i couldn’t tell you  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ but i have so many questions because of them…and from what I see, more and more people have been questioning as well recently ;)

Dear Iwa-chan,
Tokyo is so loud, too loud.
With the sounds of everyone living
How am I supposed to hear the whisper of your thoughts of me
All the way from Miyagi?
(What thoughts? What whispers?
Naive. Naive. Naive.)
Phones ring on the train, on the streets,
And hopefully (obsessively) I check mine –
Always, always, always
It’s not you.

Dear Iwa-chan,
Once upon a time, we were
Space Man Iwa-chan and Alien Tooru,
Childhood friends, heroic explorers,
But now here we are
Alone in seeking the universe.
(Alone? Whose fault? Whose choice?
Selfish. Selfish. Selfish.)
Your feet are firmly planted
Roots, my home I yearn for
My home I want never to return to.
Be my astronaut, Hajime,
Jettison into the unknown,
Move galaxies and

Dear Iwa-chan,
Do you remember when we first wrote
Letters to our future iterations?
Seven years, we didn’t understand time.
To our past selves, you’d proclaimed
So sure, so confident
(Has that changed? Have I changed?
No. No. No.)
You’ve looked for learning,
Yet all that physics has taught me,
Is that this gap,
This gaping hole at my side
Is perfectly measured
To fit you.

Dear Iwa-chan,
The days never begin and the nights never end,
For morning cannot come
Without my sun here to shine down.
This sea of perpetual dark drowns sense.
(Why didn’t I learn how to swim? Where are you to rescue me?
Useless. Useless. Useless.)
There is mud at the bottom of the ocean,
Clawing, grabbing, holding, me
Down in the cold below.
A lifeline, a reaching hand,
A bullet, a bullet train,
What I would give for
Anything but this hum
Of nothing.

Dear Iwa-chan,
Classes began today,
And I thought things would be different.
With something to distract me,
Maybe you wouldn’t occupy my thoughts –
North and South, magnets
Pulling, pulling, pulling.
(Will we ever meet? Are we opposites?
Different. Same. Polarized.)
But even with magnets, there’s
One stronger than the rest,
That draws others close,
Fills their minds, their thoughts, their heart,
And my silent phone,
My empty messages,
Proves it was
Never me.

Dear Iwa-chan,
If I call you Hajime,
Will you return to my side-
A hound called by the longing
Of a wayward pup.
(Was I ever more than a convenient friend? More than a strong teammate?
Did you laugh over how much you meant to me?
Pathetic. Pathetic. Pathetic.)
You never were one to call first,
But I had hoped with
Different universities, different cities, different lives
That I wouldn’t care

Dear Hajime,
I love you.
Maybe I don’t say it enough,
Maybe you dont believe me.
But bite my tongue, burn my lips -
The words sit heavy in my stomach,
Swallowed, choked, buried
Deep within, a slow burn
And poison in my mind.
(Why couldn’t you say yes? Why couldn’t you humor me?
Unfair. Unfair. Unfair.)
I wish I was patient,
I wish I was kind
But my love is neither.
Why should I follow God,
When you
Don’t care.

Dear Hajime,
Why don’t you love me?


The Anatomy of Loving Your Best Friend (pt. 2),

Or, Oikawa picked up the habit of writing unsent letters years ago from a boy he knows will never love him back but can’t seem to let go

(pt. 1, pt. 3)