Here’s to the Anon that requested BTS’s “First Love” and “Begin” wallpapers. I decided to go with a basic translation that sounded the best in English (since there’s more than one way to translate them.) I did a few different colour options - I hope you like them, Anon. Please let me know :3
The lyrics I chose from “First Love”
그러니 절대 너는 내 손을 놓지마 두 번 다시 내가 널 놓지 않을 테니까
and from “Begin”
슬픔은 잘 모르지만 그냥 울래
I’m happy to make more - it’s fun for me to do, and no trouble at all. ^^
This one is for @lyrics-to-my-seoul. It literally has been at least three to four years, but I promised I would do every single request, and here it is~ I admit, I was a little stumped for a while and so I hope you do like what I ended up with! Hope you are doing well. Also have fun in Korea when you go!
Warning: Explicit Content
sorry, come again?”
actually sort of hate it.”
gave you an incredulous look as he carefully pressed the saran wrap around his
chest. There was a moment of silence as you looked at the red inflammation that
rose along the etched words on his skin. It was classic Yongguk, but you hated
how it took up such a large part of his body, hated how it seemed to mar what
was once clear and beautiful.
I even want to know why?” His voice was low, and even though he was turned away
from you, you knew he was hurt. Yongguk was never one to be apologetic about
his actions or his thoughts, but you also knew that your opinions mattered a
lot to him.
As a couple, you made it a rule to never mince words, or to lie for the sake of
the other’s blissful ignorance.
tell me why.”
you had two reasons. One was more legitimate than the other, but it was the
second one that was your initial reaction. “I don’t like thinking that you
still have to hide behind something. I know how deeply you feel about your art,
and how it has taken a toll on you, but I wanted you to be comfortable being
yourself, and not the person everyone on the outside want you to be.”
had suffered from severe depression and there were marks all over his body from
his past. Every time he got a new tattoo, it was to cover one of them. At
first, you were okay because they were small, just tiny patches of art that
could make his painful history a little more beautiful. But this time, the
angry words imprinted across his chest seemed more like a statement than
anything, and you were scared that he was using it as a defense mechanism
against the angry burn mark on his heart.
looked at you and his lips parted. There was a pained expression on his face,
and it was obvious he didn’t think your objection was anything beyond
superficial. He picked up your hand and kissed the top of it. “My love. I’m done
trying to hide from who I am, who I was. This was supposed to be a celebration
of that. I had spent the better half of my life rebelling against convention
and getting spurned for it. This is my declaration, my revolution that
regardless, I would just be myself.” He touched the transparent cover and
smiled softly. “This isn’t some pretty picture or some angry words. This is me
embracing my story.”
flooded you and then you wrinkled your nose. “There is a second reason, and
this one is less noble than the first.”
chuckled. “Is it because you think it’s ugly?”
rolled your words around carefully in your mouth. “Not necessarily ugly, but just so in your face.”
gave you a serious look. “In your face?” he repeated. You stilled, waiting for
more of a reaction. Was he angry? Was he annoyed? Was he upset? Yongguk
shrugged. “Well, I guess there isn’t much I can do about that.”
final reaction left you completely nonplussed. It was too blasé, too
nonchalant. Bang Yongguk, what in the world were you up to?
took you a couple of days of careful observations to figure out just what
exactly your boyfriend had in mind. He underwent a wardrobe change despite it
being hot as hell. “Really, Yongguk? A turtleneck in the summer?”
work in a place with plenty of air conditioning, thank you very much,” was his
terse reply. It became exceedingly obvious to you that he was now excessively
covering himself up so you could not see his tattoo… or his chest.
at home. Surely you can change to
something more comfortable.”
pursed his lips as if deep in thought. “You’re right.” When he reappeared, he
was wearing a high collared T-shirt. “Better?”
let out a tiny growl of impatience but suppressed any words. Yes, it was
technically your problem. You liked staring at the clear expanse of his chest
and collarbones, and could not mentally get past the black ink that now marred
it. Now that the inflammation has settled, the tattoo no longer looked as
abrasive, and from the occasional stolen glances, it was actually quite
attractive. But your pride prevented you from outright admitting that, of
course. Bang Yongguk would have a field day. So you bit down on your tongue and
waited for him to make the first
turtlenecks and high collars continued through the hot summer for a good few
weeks. “Are you not burning?” You glanced at him.
It was the hottest day of the summer
so far and Yongguk had on a shirt whose collar went all the way up to the base
of his neck. Your boyfriend hummed and ignored your question. You saw a trickle
of sweat trail its way down the back of neck, however, and you tiptoed to lick
jumped a little at the sensual movement and when you landed back on your heels,
saw the ghost of a smirk around the edge of his lips. “But you think my tattoo
is too… in your face. I’m merely
sacrificing myself to heat stroke so as to not offend your eyes.”
Yongguk. Don’t you dare try to guilt trip me into anything.” But it was too
late. The damage was done. He knew full well that you were moving onto the phase
of acceptance, if not even appreciation. But he was also one who liked to play
with his food before he ate it. So Yongguk kept the gloating to himself, and
gave you a few days of false security.
drastically as he started changing into high necks, he began to slowly come
back to V-necks, and button downs, with the first few buttons completely
undone. Each day was like a slow elevator strip tease as more and more of his
tattoos and his chest came into view. Despite the significant more skin he was
showing, he still didn’t touch you. In fact, it has been at least a good month
since the two of you have kisses, much less had sex.
took one particularly bad day and an outfit that consisted of a low, low cut
black shirt with a tie thrown haphazardly around his neck. You came home,
already irritated, and seeing him sitting all calm and prim in his not at all
innocent outfit made you lose all restraint. His ego can be stroked, and your
pride be damned.
it off,” you snarled.
Yongguk blinked, completely taken aback. “Take what
walked up to him and tugged not so gently on the silk fabric. “This. And this,” you yanked on his
blazer. “All of it.”
lazy grin started to grow on his face as he obeyed. “Missed me?” The question
was uttered softly and almost washed away your ardent desire into something
more gentle. Almost.
gave him a lopsided smile and tiptoed so that you can give him a hard kiss. “Carry
moment your back hit the bed, however, you pulled Yongguk on top of you and
started to make marks down his neck. He balanced himself on his forearms,
trying to keep as much distance between you two but the low moans by your ear
was satisfaction enough. You loved watching the red blooms sprout on his skin.
thought you didn’t like markings on me?” He asked, amused.
only said I didn’t like things covering your chest.” You mumbled, still
distracted by how soft his earlobe was. You enjoyed time with Yongguk like
this, with him lying between your legs and you playing with his body. You bit down on a particularly sensitive spot
and he shuddered.
advantage of the fact that he was still hovering over you, you slid down to
kiss the outline of his tattoo. The words were written in an old-fashioned font
and you curled your tongue over the elaborate decorations. He was trembling
with both the effort of keeping himself up and the soft kisses. When you
reached the scar that was now an artistic addition to ‘Revolucion’, you paused.
decided it was time to make my past into a part of me too. I went through all
that in order to be who I am. No more covering it up to make it not exist. I
wanted to make my scars a part of the art.”
kissed the puckering skin before taking his nipple between your teeth. You saw
his stomach clench. As frustrated as you were, you were having more fun taking
it out on Yongguk and making him suffer as much as you had. You pushed him away
higher as you fumbled with the clasp of his belt. The moment the leather strap
was undone, you took his zipper between your teeth and pulled down.
rolled over, his arms giving out. He already had his hips up, giving you an
easy time to get rid of his pants as well. You left his underwear, smiling as
you saw the fabric tent upwards.
sat back on your heels and took off your shirt. When you peeked, you saw that
Yongguk had his gaze fixed solely on you. His mouth was slightly open and he
looked so vulnerable, with his hair in his eyes and his hands next to his body.
His fingers curled, however, when your breasts came into view and you knew he
was picturing them in his hands.
planted a kiss on his erection and slid up so that you were lined perfectly
with him. You ached to feel Yongguk inside you but he had to be disciplined.
You leaned forward and dragged your breasts against his chest. The sensitivity
had you rolling your hips into his.
you say you didn’t miss me when you were pulling that stupid stunt?”
was still cheeky. “Well I had my friend, Mr. Right here.” He waved his right
hand at you. You slapped his arm as you sucked on his collarbone.
guess I’ll just leave you to Mr. Right then,” you snapped, preparing to get off
hands gripped your hips. “Please,” the plea came out in a hoarse whisper.
Yongguk licked his lips and the desperation was clear in his eyes.
hands went to your underwear and you let it drop down your thighs. “Watch me.”
The command was unnecessary. As if he had ever stopped looking at you. Your
hands went between your legs and he watched as you touched yourself. The hand
on your hips tightened. You raised your finger to his lips and watched him curl
his tongue around the digit, sucking it clean.
made quick work of his boxers. Enough of the games. The look of pleasure on
Yongguk’s face as he slipped inside you was orgasm inducing itself. As you
moved on top of him, Yongguk cupped your breasts in his hands and brought his
lips to them, biting and licking, abusing the already sensitive skin.
tilted you over so the two of you were lying on your sides. You held onto his
arms as he began to move faster. Your legs locked against his as the friction
against your clit increased. The heady kisses you shared didn’t help. You
cupped his face and allowed his open mouth to swallow your moans. You shuddered
underneath him but Yongguk didn’t relent. Even when you tried to pull away, he
pinned you down and peppered your face with kisses to distract you as he sought
his own release.
two of you laid side by side, out of breath. The air was musky and you were
still tingling from the release of pent up desires. Yongguk made the first
move, sliding over to kiss the inside of your arm. “How was it?” His voice
after sex always increased your heart rate. It was deep, low and a little
not do this again.”
That?” He sounded surprise.
took all your energy to turn and face him. “No. No more of this denial. I
missed you too much.”
hint of the mischief was back. “Well I wasn’t the one with the aversion to new
rolled your eyes. He was never going to let you get away with it. “Fine. I like
it. I think it’s quite sexy, actually, now that I look at it.”
when it’s peeking out from a poorly buttoned dress shirt?”
was enough. You promptly rolled over so your back was facing him. “Go to sleep,
Bang Yongguk. That’s enough of your inflated ego.”
pressed against you. “Hmm, I don’t think it’s just my ego that’s inflated.”
much as you enjoyed his stamina, you were tired. You let out a tiny groan. “You’re
going to be the death of me.” But you smiled when he wrapped you in his arms,
completely respecting your exhaustion.
blue night radio - 150115 a letter from listener “j”
(the letter) “after listening to blue night every night, i’ve finally found the courage today to write in. i’m one listener (of many) who falls asleep with jjong-d’s “come take a rest tomorrow too” farewell ending each night. to tell the truth, i have synesthesia. it’s a disability that makes you visualize sound as a certain color. as a result, i find it difficult to go places where i can hear too many people’s voices, or too many noises.
when i walk the streets, i usually go around with my earphones plugged in, listening to a song i’m used to. but i still trip over often. it’s become an old habit to close my eyes whenever i listen to music. in middle school, i first heard jjong-d’s music through a recommendation from my sister. it seems like just yesterday when i first thought, “so, there are voices that look like autumn sunlight, too.” but now i’m about to graduate university, and i’ve moved to a quiet neighborhood where i’m listening to blue night now.
these days, i fall asleep watching a golden voice swaying and rippling from the radio. so, i wanted to say, thank you. i’m not sure how to conclude this. every night during your farewell i would think, i hope you get some rest too, jjong-d. my song request is epitone project’s “cactus.” thank you for reading this”
(response to the letter) jonghyun: so, you see my voice as the color of gold. how difficult it must be to bear, really.. i get the feeling that it would be confusing to hear many people’s voices and perceive them as colors. and it seems like you avoid those kinds of places because it’s hard to bear, and that you normally try to shut those sounds out a bit. i’m so happy that i can give strength to someone like you through radio, and i hope that, at least during the time you’re listening to the radio, you’ll feel comfortable and your day will end glittering with gold.
(jonghyun then shared a telephone call with “j”.)
jonghyun: to say my voice is the color of gold, first of all i’m so thankful to you for (saying) that. you expressed it in such a luxurious way. “j”: ah, well since we’re on the phone now…, your voice really is that color. jonghyun: what color? “j”: on an autumn day with really clear skies, (the color of) sunlight reflecting on the ground and sparkling. it’s that kind of yellow color. jonghyum: ah, really? “j”: yes. so it’s really, yes…, it’s nice to see. jonghyun: (laughs) thank you. please keep listening to blue night. let’s see, today, wow, thank you so much for saying such nice things today. i think it was a really fun time for the blue night family, and i hope it was a, how should i put it…, warm and pleasant time for “j” nim too. “j”: yes. ah, could i ask you for a favor? jonghyun: yes, yes! “j”: please continue singing (for us) lots in the future. jonghyun: ok. i’ll sing diligently
(s/n: jjong was very respectful throughout the call. at the start he asked “j” to clarify how they should describe her condition (e.g. whether they should refer to her condition as “suffering from” synesthesia, or as simply “having” synesthesia. she said the latter). when “j” momentarily seemed hesitant to answer a question he immediately assured her she doesn’t have to answer anything if she’s not comfortable.
the listener shared many things about her synesthesia during this phone call, such as the fact that she usually sees piano as a gray tone, and violin as red if performed well. jjong asked how the colors appear to her, i.e. if they look like a kind of haze, or perhaps lines. she says the colors can appear as different textures depending on the source, such as a haze, or bubbles, or even “silk” a friend of hers happens to play piano in such a way that it looks like a “snow-like powder falling through the air.”) (source: sullaem)
[note / update: jonghyun confirmed during an interview with pops in seoul that the lyrics to “view” were written in the viewpoint of someone with synesthesia, and most are pretty sure that this conversation / letter led to him finding inspiration for it.]
“I like hip hop music, so sometimes I memorize the lyrics to a song and try to sing it. But I can’t memorize lyrics as well as I did when I was younger” “Why is that?” “I drink a lot, so I can’t do it.”
“힙합을 좋아해서 가끔 노래 가사를 외워서 불러 보려고 하는데, 어렸을 때하고 달리 가사가 참 잘 안 외어지더라고요.” “왜 그런 거죠?” “술을 많이 마셔서 안 되는 거예요.”