Okay so I’m like driving in the middle of nowhere Connecticut and I was starving so I stop at this
McDonald’s. I order or whatever and then get up to the window. The lady opens the window and repeats my order back to me and and says “that’ll be $11.82.” I said “I have this coupon” and show her my phone (it’s $2 off a purchase $10 or more) she looks at my phone for like 5 seconds, looks up back at me, doesn’t say a word. Shuts the window. Now I assumed she would be typing it into the computer that was right next to the window that I could see. But instead She walks away out of sight and is gone for like 3 minutes. The cars behind me start to beep as if I really wanted to be waiting there. She finally gets back. Opened the window and stares at me. After about 5 seconds I take my phone back out to show her the coupon. Another few seconds of silence pass and she says “$9.80” so I was like ok what happened to the other 2 cents. But whatever…. I give her a $10 bill and the $.80 in coins. She gives me $1.05 back, wrong but whatever. Now I’m waiting like a full 10 minutes for my food. The people behind me are revving their engines and Beeping at me. Like bitch I know. Finally get my food. Go into a parking space
KNOWING my order was gonna be fucked up. But she got everything right and gave me an extra McDouble and an extra 4 piece nugget. I was like ok cool. Then I look to my side and this is what I saw…
1. in the middle of am homeroom (so like 9am in the morning) a kid just broke out a pint of ice cream and started eating it. and i guess it wouldnt have been that bad except once people noticed, everyone started whispering and pointing until half the class was surrounding the table literally BEGGING for some. the teacher actually had to stop reading the morning announcements and give a speech on how you shouldn’t give death threats over ice cream.
2. this kid i was sitting next to once went home bc he got a massive headache after staring straight into a lightbulb for 2 minutes bc he “was bored and wanted to see what would happen.” he ended up taking 3 advils after that, got paranoid and made the entire table search “how many pills of advil does it take to overdose” on a school computer.
3. there was a HUGE ASS fly in the room and the teacher thought itd be a great idea to kill it by throwing a folder 4inches thick with papers in its general direction; it ended up going across the room and hitting a poor, innocent kid in the face so hard that the other kids at the table scrammed and started yelling “EVERY MAN FOR HIMSELF”…and when i tell you that this fly was huge,,it was literally so MASSIVE that this one girl almost started crying when it flew near her, someone actually tried throwing a cup of coffee at it, and another person started screaming ZIKA VIRUSSSS and something about how they weren’t vaccinated. and mind you the majority of the students are dressed in fancy attire bc of the national honor society ceremony that was later in the afternoon. in the midst of all this chaos, this one kid stands up, doesnt say anything and literally just ninja slams his bare hand onto the table and kills the fly all in one fluid motion, all without saying a single word. the entire class just broke out in thunderous applause, including the teacher, and then class continued as normal as if the past 10 minutes didn’t even happen
4. during first period a teacher who lost a ton of weight over a 2 year period was giving serious advice about the importance of living a healthy lifestyle while this kid right in front of the teacher’s desk breaks out a FULL mcdonalds breakfast meal and distributes it among the table
5. kids that were in apush and ap spanish held a joint prayer vigil the day before ap exams began, so that ap students could literally hold hands and pray to survive exam season as well as mourn our high grades. everyone who went was required to bring in fake candles and food, while someone else conducted a prayer service. a special invitation was sent using our school emails, you had to rsvp in order to attend, and it was suggested that you wear black. our ap teachers knew about this, and they agreed it was a good idea somehow
Being the youngest hair and makeup artist for the idol boy group BTS was your dream. Since you finally got to achieve it things were great and although it was hard being the youngest on the crew you knew that they loved you. You became close to the boys, but more so to Jungkook since you were the same age. However it seemed like things were going to change.
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“Yah, ___. Can you grab my makeup bag for me?”
“Yes, unnie.” You frowned in concentration and looked at Yoongi apologetically before running across the room and grabbing the forgotten make-up bag. Being the youngest hair and makeup stylist for the idol group BTS had it’s ups and downs. The boys loved you and you were close to many of them but the older girls bossed you around a lot.
It’s Neil’s job to name their cats. If Andrew had the final say in it,
they’d answer to things like “Cat 1″/”Cat 2″ or “Stupid”. Besides, as
Andrew points out, Neil has more experience coming up with names on the
spot. Neil argues that he has experience coming up with names for
himself, not names that other creatures will be stuck with their entire nine lives. In the end he solicits help from the Foxes.
They name their first two cats King Fluffkins and Sir Fat Cat
McCatterson. Andrew stares at Neil for a solid two minutes after Neil
solemnly delivers the final verdict. (x.)
This manual sanctioned by and concept credit to @intpboard ;)
CONGRATULATIONS! Somehow you have found a wandering and bewildered INFP. Evidently they have offered you this manual after hearing you support Sherlock and their OTP. Take a moment to feel good about yourself, this is an important step in your relationship.
Your INFP companion will come with the following accessories: Three (3) diaries (CAUTION: Perusal unadvised. Touch these at your own risk) Three (3) everyday outfits Two (2) indie outfits Two (2) Tumblr blogs One (1) laptop One (1) mobile device One (1) pair of custom-built earphones One (1) unique tea mug One (1) cat
Software: You INFP comes programmed with the following traits: Fi: Your INFP is a special snowflake. They will have invisible feels, but keep an eye out for the cute smile. And they probably really do Know that feeling. Ne: Your INFP is weird and likes ambiguous things. May meme occasionally. Si: Your INFP likes to store up good memories and database feelings like buried treasure for that novel they’re writing. Te: Although it is their inferior function, your INFP can be executive and use cold hard logic to be remarkably strong and creative. They may need help adapting to the harsh outside world. May secretly hate everything (including themselves) if unhealthy.
Getting Started: To set up your INFP companion: 1. Fill mug with tea and place INFP in close proximity of cat and a sunset and leave to bask until heart is pleasantly warm. 2. Sync with Tumblr (this should happen automatically through a deep emotional connection inherent in all INFPs, much like Bluetooth). 3. Allow thirty (30) minutes of continuous data exchange. 4. Sit beside them for thirty (30) minutes in silence as Human Presence Conditioning. 5. Get up. If your INFP moves to follow, they have successfully activated and synced with you. If not, repeat Step 4 with the cat.
Modes: Quiet (default) - quiet cinnamon roll. May stare off into space, usually either very sweet or very sarcastic, depending on your model. May be a socially awkward if brand new. Be careful not to forget about or leave behind your INFP when it is in this mode. Talkative - frequent activation of this mode usually correlates with quick Human Presence Conditioning. Explore topics until you find which ones activate this mode, you may be surprised. Feels - may need unusual amount of solitude with all accessories in easy access. Be receptive of feels if expressed, to avoid software crashing. Crazy/happy - have fun, roll with it, but beware of hazard unwariness. Unhealthy/shadow (locked) - only activated under extreme stress. May burn everything in its path, or burn self in solitude.
Relationships with other units: NFs: Your INFP’s homey home. May feel threatened or devalued by INFJ units due to social constructs, but usually end up getting along. SPs: Interesting territory for your INFP. May find Se overwhelming, but generally find them intriguing, perhaps from a distance. NTs: May or may not get along, if they do, have very interesting discussions, good for software conditioning. May be cut by perceived coldness if new. SJs: Can be very fun. INFP gets to feel like an educator in Ne, and may learn from high Si if healthy. Some of these usually necessary for grounding your INFP during lightning storms.
Feeding: Your INFP may be constantly snacking. A ‘regular’ diet is not strictly necessary, but sneak some vitamins into their packet and fetish foods occasionally.
Grooming: Some INFP units require more grooming than others. If your INFP excessively self-grooms, it is probably not just a phase (see Bjork). You have little to no control over this.
Sleeping: Your INFP companion unit runs the risk of becoming nocturnal. Discover the cause for this - usually either angst or creativity. If the former, see Troubleshooting (p. 9). If the latter, arrange bedside outlets - NOT tumblr.
Frequently Asked Questions: Why does my INFP procrastinate so much? Unlike INTPs, INFP units have Te software, however it is in its beta version upon unit activation and the full version can be installed after some conditioning. Engaging them in tasks they have a personal investment in and using Divide and Conquer applications may aide effectiveness.
Why is my INFP so sensitive to criticism/so defensive/so salty? See above question (Te software). INFP units also have an Identity Crisis application that is hosted by Fi, activated by ‘negative’ external stimulus and executed by Te. With the full version of Te, this application can lead to powerful self-transformation. Sensitivity should decrease with conditioning, however positive affirmation will help stabilize application launch.
Help! My INFP unit is stuck in Unhealthy / Shadow mode! There are three main manifestations of unhealthy mode. If in shadow functions, an ENFJ may be helpful. If in the grip of Te, they may need help coming to terms with reality. Often fire and brimstone anger and ‘just do it’ mentality can help pull your INFP out of apathy long enough to grow healthier. If in an Fi-Si loop, thrust you INFP into a new situation, or several. In any case, getting your INFP to communicate their problems to other units (other NFs are usually best) will be highly beneficial, although your INFP’s Fi may resist initially.
Again, CONGRATULATIONS on acquiring your new INFP unit! Have fun!
bff headcanons with dorian and a lesbian inquisitor ? (i love this blog so much, huge thanks to all of you wonderful writers ❤️)
When they find out they’re both gay, they stare at each other with stupid grins for a few minutes before vigorously shaking hands. Sera may join in, and say aaaaaaayyyyyyyyyy!
They both feel really safe and comfortable talking to each other, because there’s no ridicule or awkward silences or awkward questions– just understanding (and occasional smart-ass remarks).
Sometimes when they’re hanging out, someone will ask if they’re a couple. They proceed to dramatically act like they’re in love to 1. make the person uncomfortable and 2. for shits and giggles.
“Something queer is afoot.” Dorian says in shifty places, grinning wryly. “Yes, I think it’s us.” the Inquisitor replies, and the two laugh, regardless of whether it’s the first or one hundredth time they’ve told that joke.
They ask about who each other is dating (for Dorian, likely Bull, and much to his chagrin as the Inquisitor teases him), and for the Inquisitor, Sera or Josephine. This sort of ties in with the second bullet point.
Amis and co. as things customers at my (fast food) job have done
Bahorel: tipped me 10$ on a 9$ meal because I made “the best fucking fries in history”
Joly: ordered our largest size (which is enough food for two-three people) with extra gravy but then added peas on top because “I’m trying to eat healthy”
Feuilly: ordered, paid, and then just. Fell asleep. Right there at the till.
Enjolras: got legitimately angry when our card machine didn’t have a tip option and got even angrier when I said I was working through New Year’s eve until 5 am. Offered to call head office and complain about it.
Cosette: also on New Year’s eve, gave all of the staff chocolate bars and thanked us for working so hard and so late
Montparnasse: came in to the shop twice a week in the summer while we had a limited time meal called the Mac Daddy and only ever ordered that. Never came in again after we got rid of it.
Combeferre: lives in the flat above the shop, comes in every week with a ceramic bowl and asks me to make his meal in it (instead of our paper boxes) to reduce waste
Jehan: reads, considers, and takes a picture of every single quote I write on the blackboard. Always asks for extra pickles.
Gavroche: had an actual laughing fit when I squeezed the cheese sauce bottle and it made farting noises
Courfeyrac: came in around 3 am on the weekend before Halloween dressed as David Bowie. Picked up a feather boa a customer had left behind, put it on and kept it
Éponine: started yelling at some idiot who was catcalling another customer. It got so heated they had to take it outside
Musichetta: nice regular who just comes in to write Instagram handles on the board, chats with us for a few minutes and leaves
Marius: apologized like five times even though I was the one who messed up the order. Tried to pay with Euros (in Canada)??
Bossuet: came in slightly drunk at 2 am on a snowy day so the shop floor was wet, fell down literally more than ten times even after I mopped
Grantaire: stared at the menu of poutines for 10 minutes, gave up and asked me “which one’s the most dank”
Summary: Coffee shop AU. It’s your first day on the job and your very demanding boss sends you to pick up coffee. With a ridiculously complicated order, you’re sure to annoy the barista, but what if he’s more understanding than you expect?
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A/N: Please forgive me if this isn’t up to my usual standards. I’ve been really sick for the past few weeks and we’re still trying to figure out exactly what’s wrong with me. I currently can’t keep any food down so I’m having trouble focusing because my energy levels are pretty low, but I really wanted to do something productive, so this happened. Anyway, here’s some cute, fluffy Bucky to (hopefully) brighten your day.
You trudged through the New York streets, yawning as you desperately tried to wake yourself up. Today was your first day at a new job, and you hadn’t been able to sleep the night before. Your mind was buzzing in a mixture of anxiety, excitement, and anticipation, the combination of which had caused sleep to evade you. This was your dream job, and you still weren’t quite sure how you had managed to get it, but you weren’t going to question it. You just hoped that you could make it through your first day without any major problems.
After breakfast, Dick got a call from work and took Tim back to the manor. Meanwhile Jason had finally woken up to the sounds of dishes rattling and shuffling in the kitchen. He winced as he sat up glancing at his fresh bruises and raw shoulder. As he drug himself out of bed and down the hallway to the kitchen he noticed three unwashed coffee mugs sitting on the counter.
“Thirsty?” He commented, suspicious.
“Jason,” she smiled. “How’s your shoulder? I put some medicine on it this morning, I thought I might numb some of the pain-”
“Did we have company this morning?” Jason interrupted.
“Oh just your brothers,” y/n mumbled.
“What? They followed me home?!”
“Jason!” y/n shouted over him. “It’s okay, I talked out some things with Dick and Tim. They just wanted to make sure you were okay.”
“They followed me to our home, y/n,” Jason elaborated. “This is not okay! I’m going to see them.” Jason started walking to their shared room to throw on a shirt.
“Jason, no!” she said, making a poor attempt to block the door. Jason glanced at her; how could she be so cute? In his shirt trying to block him from leaving when he could easily pick her up. “Listen I know your family isn’t the most functional, but they’re all you’ve got.”
“Y/n, I need to have conversation with them,” he sighed, “about boundaries.”
“Then you can talk to them tonight. I invited your brothers, Bruce, and Alfred over for dinner.”
“You did what?!”
“Jason, listen!” She shouted. “They don’t know me, at all, and they very suspicious people so I need to have a good impression. Plus, you know they’ll come back here either way, they might aswell be invited.”
“Well you need to uninvite them or I won’t be here when they come over-”
“Jason Peter Todd they are going to be our guests and you are going to deal with it!” Y/n yelled, storming out of the room. Jason threw his face into his hands and groaned, well tonight should be eventful.
It was around six twenty when y/n came out of their room in a new dress ready to meet Jason’s whole family. She sauntered down the hallway pleased with the sight in front of her, a spotless apartment and her gorgeous boyfriend putting the finishing touches on their dinner. She snuck up behind him and wrapped her arms around his torso as he kept their meal warm on the stove.
“Hello, handsome,” she grinned into his back.
“Hey, beautiful,” he smiled turning around and giving her a peck on her forehead.
“Like what you see?” she asked.
“I always do-” Before Jason could finish his sentence there was a knock at the door. “What the hell? One of the neighbors?”
“Don’t worry, it’s your family,” she stated.
“How do you know?”
“They never buzz in.”
Y/n strolled over to the door and pulled it open to reveal Dick and Tim in the same clothes they were from this morning.
“Hi boys,” she greeted. “Come on in, Jason’s making dinner.” They followed y/n into the kitchen where Jason was.
“Hey baby bird,” Dick grinned. “How’s the shoulder?”
“Sore, but fine,” Jason responded, uninterested.
“Hello, Jason,” Tim said.
“Hey, replac-,” Jason was cut off when he noticed a hard glare coming from y/n. “Tim. Hello, Tim.” Dick and Tim glanced at each other almost in shock. He must really like y/n.
“So where’s everyone else at?” y/n asked.
“Oh, you know, Bruce has always been very punctual,” Dick answered. “I bet he’ll buzz in exactly at six thirty.” Right as Dick finished speaking someone buzzed in to come up to their appartment and low and behold Dick was right, it was six thirty. Jason pressed the entrance button and in a few minutes there was a knock at the door. Y/n was at the door in a matter of seconds primping herself on the way over. Jason grinned at her, everything she did just made his heart beat a little quicker each time.
“So baby bird,” Dick started, “it looks like you’ve got a keeper.” For first time in many years Dick heard Jason chuckle.
“At least you’re right about something,” Jason snickered.
Y/n opened the door and was greeted with a very tall handsome man who she knew to be Bruce Wayne, Alfred; who she’s seen pictures of; and a boy Jason calls “Demon spawn” also known as Damian Wayne.
“Hello you must be Jason’s girlfriend-”
“Y/n,” she interrupted. “It’s really exciting to meet you, Mr.Wayne. Please come in.”
“Please call me Bruce,” he responded. They followed her from the doorway into the living room, which was now converted into a dining room. Y/n ignored Damians judgmental glares while looking at her home.
She smiled and turned toward the kitchen, “Babe; Bruce, Alfred, and Damian are here.”
As everyone got situated around the table a nice coversation erupted, curtisy of Alfred. The conversation was steady and calm, putting y/n’s nerves to ease. Everyone seemed to be getting along. Even Damian tried to get involved in the conversation and occational bickering with his brothers. Eventually the topic that everyone was wondering can up.
“So y/n,” Dick started, “how did you and Jason meet?”
“Oh my god,” Jason and y/n said simultaneously.
“You tell it,” Jason smiled at her eagerness.
"Okay so I had an exam for a course I was taking at Gotham University. I was studying like a mad man during the night-“
"At four in the morning!”
“Oh shush. So anyway I was studying and I was blasting Alexander Hamilton, one of my favorite musicals, when this idiot comes banging-”
“Banging on my door! So I open the door and he starts yelling at me about how he can hear my music all the way across the hall. So you know what I do?”
“She shut the door in my face.”
“And guess what he does.”
"I started knocking again.“
"Banging again! So I opened the door didn’t say anything and then closed it.”
"Slammed it in my face, again.“
"So to calm myself down I went to the kitchen and got something to eat. So I turn around and see him sitting on my couch!”
"Your window was unlocked that was dangerous.“
"He just sat there!” she gaped. “We stared at each other for like 2 minutes before he says ‘You’ve got guts here’s my number you should text me sometime when you’re free.’ And then he just left!”
“God I’m good,” Jason smirked.
“Why didn’t you call the police?” Tim gasped. “He broke into your apartment!”
“Well he was right it was dangerous to leave my window unlocked,” she stated. “And I established just how dangerous it was when I found Redhood bleeding on my couch a week later.”
“I basically forced her to date me,” Jason chuckled. Everyone turned to Bruce who was laughing.
“Maybe one of you boys,” he jestered to Dick and Tim, “should use that dating tactic.”
“The second time he broke in he was weak, vunrable,” Damian stated. “This would have been the perfect time for you to have run and called the police. Why didn’t you?”
“Very true, but by then I had figured out who he was,” she smiled. “How are the police supposed to put someone in jail who’s already dead?” It was safe to say the rest of dinner went smoothly and according to plan.
Simon gets the surprise of his life when his roommate, Baz, asks him to
pretend to be his boyfriend. Everything is going according to plan until
the line of what’s real and what isn’t starts to blur, and they both
have to make a decision.
It’s late, and I’m trying to do my homework when Baz starts staring at me from his bed. I try to ignore it, but after a full minute I look up at him.
“Look Snow…” he starts the moment our eyes meet “I need to ask you something.” The way he’s looking at me, like he’s nervous, makes me start fidgeting in my seat. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him like this.
“I need you to date me” he says with a more determined expression now, ”I’ll give you whatever you want, money is not a problem, I’m desperate, Snow.”
I drop my pencil. Has he been smoking? ”Uh…what?” I give him a strange look. ”Are you feeling alright Baz?”
He takes a deep breath before saying, “For Crowley’s sake, I’m serious.”
He’s serious. I can see it in his face, so I start laughing because this is ridiculous. What could possibly make him ask me this? He really must be desperate.
“You can’t possibly think that I’m gonna fall for that.” He’s serious, but he’s probably plotting something against me. If he just needed someone to date I know he could find someone more than happy to do it.
“Look…I have my reasons. Will you do it or not?”
“You hate me, how could anyone believe this?”
“Oh, they will, not everyone is as thick as you are. Besides, you keep crying about how broke you are, so I’m offering you a way to get money for college.”
He’s an ass, why does he always have to talk like he’s insulting me? The thing is, I do need the money. I want to go to college and share a flat with Penny, but to be able to afford it, I would need to find one, or even two, jobs.
“Say we do this…how much will you give me?”
He looks at me like we’re playing a game and he’s calculating his next move. “I’ll pay you a whole year of college.“
What he’s offering is quite a lot of money, but at the same time, he’s loaded. How desperate is he for me to accept this? “Two years of college.”
“Don’t push it, Snow.”
“Then, no. I don’t accept it” I say simply, and start to stand up.
“Wait. Sit down.” He tells me, so I sit down in my own bed, staring at him “Final offer then. I will pay your whole college if you pretend to be my boyfriend for our remaining year at Watford.”
I know that I’m about to make a deal with the devil, but this is too good to say no. “Fine, we have a deal.”
“No one, including Penny, can know that this isn’t real, got it?” He adds.
“Got it.” I tell him, and he fucking smirks, the bastard. I’m so going to regret this.
Finally I arrived home yesterday! I was very excited to comeback and tell you guys all my experiences at the EXOrDium in Mexico. Unfortunately I did not record a lot because I wanted to enjoy the concert 100%. This gonna be my kaisoo post, if you want to read my entiere experience I’ll update it soon. And I’m very sorry if this a little bit late, I wanted to post it ASAP but I was so tired. TT And thank you so much for all of you wishing me fun!!
So first things first, yeah Ksoo have the best ass and thights in e.xo like man he has the perfect body ¡his shoulders are so narrow! He’s very cute and JI is a ball of happiness and very handsome! TT They look the same as in TV.
Well how you already saw in some photos or fancams they whispered into each other ear at the first ment, Ksoo literally was kissing JI’s ear, like he whispered REALLY close, I was in shook because I watched in the past a lot of photos/fancams of it (whisper is something very common for them) but watching it live is really something else, Ksoo and JI really get REALLY close to each other to whisper more close than necesary in my opinion lol.
They smiled at each other A LOT through all the concert, like if they saw each other at any moment they would smile ASAP.
At the acoustic part JI were staring at Ksoo almost all the time he were speaking or singing but it’s so unique, he stares at him in this way in particular, I can’t describe it but when someone says JI have this special stare for Ksoo is true 100%. But it wasnt one sided, if you could see with how much pride and fondness Ksoo stares at JI when he’s dancing, like everything disapear for him when JI is doing his solos, Ksoo couldnt stop staring and have like this little secret smile just reserved for him.
At Unfair meanwhile Ksoo were inside the TVBox JI went and pretended to knock the door (idk what was he thinking like come on JI thats a tv wtf) trying to get ksoo attention then there were a part where Ksoo, JI and Mseok disapered for like 1-2 minutes inside of the refigerator box.
Ksoo walked by and pat JI’s back. I don’t really remember in what song this was but they were wearing the outfit they wear for overdose in concert (black shine jacket?)
I don’t quite remember when this moment happen if when Ksoo and JI found each other in the middle of the stage or they were standing side by side but i’m pretty sure it happend because they smiled at each other with so much emotion and fondness, like they were so happy and enjoying of sharing the same stage. I was smiling like a fool the entire time it was happening so that’s why i remember it.
They stand next to each other when signing Angel and were waving at the fans.
These were all the Kaisoo moments I can recall and that I saw but now I want to add something really interesting I want to share with all you guys. So you can skip this is you just want just know what moments happened at the concert.
It’s not like I stared at this panel for 15 minutes or anything, but if you look closely, Aizawa’s so fucking ripped that you can see his shoulder blades in that baggy tracksuit.
Also, I assumed that each INDIVIDUAL weight weighed half of Aizawa’s weight. Since he’s around 6 feet tall, since Kakashi is about 149 pounds, I’ll assume that Aizawa is an even 150 for simplicity purposes. Each weight would then be about 75 pounds. From the picture, he’s wearing a total of 6 weights (2 on each arm, one on each leg). So in total, he has 450 pounds of dead weight on him. This fucking trash bag ran around like an acrobat, effortlessly carrying around 3 times his weight. BOIIIIIII ………. HEAVY BREATHING ALL AROUND.
Summary: You and Yoongi shared a loving relationship with one another until you both agreed to end things and pursue your separate careers. But two years later, Yoongi is a member of the ever growing Bangtan Boys, and you are a new makeup artist for their upcoming tour. Pairing: Yoongi | Reader Genre: Fluff/Angst/Smut; Idol & Makeup Artist AU Word Count: 6,357
( 2 YEARS LATER )
There’s always a certain rush Min Yoongi gets before, during, and after every performance, no matter how often he participates in them and no matter how exhausted he might be from practices and dieting in the days, weeks before. One would think that after two years of nothing but strict scheduling, traveling the world, meeting fans like clockwork, he would have grown tired of free moments being such a rarity, constantly being busy and never getting to just relax and have a proper night’s rest.
But to Yoongi, it’s something he’s grown to appreciate. Yes, the scheduling is busy and tiring and there are often days when he would be filled with pure frustration over a simple inability to get dance moves down or turn hazy thoughts into song lyrics—but it’s a life that he would not give up for anything.
Because at the end of the day, he gets to do what he loves. He gets to make music and he gets the opportunity to really share them with people he knows would listen to what he has to say. He gets to meet hundreds, if not thousands of fans every month who take time out of their own busy, hard life to see him, let him know that his music reached them, touched them, made them feel something. And when he sees the shy smiles of his fans, their bright eyes and beautiful voices reaching out to him as they sing back song lyrics during one of his many concerts, it makes all those previous irritations and frustrations fade away to the back of his mind. Min Yoongi loves what he does, he really does.
He loves it, even as he’s clamoring backstage after Bangtan Boys has just finished one of three performances for their latest music show appearance, the cheers of success and the usual excitement following the rest of the boys as they rush quickly to get dressed in their new costumes for their new set list. Much like all the other performances, the air is plagued with adrenaline as the boys quickly disregard their previous attire. The stylists are rushing to get shirts buttoned, freshly pressed jackets on. Hair is getting retouched, eye makeup and foundation sponges are pressed against Yoongi’s face. In spite of the cheeriness that usually follows the boys after a successful music show performance, there is still the underlying chaoticness to get everyone ready in time for their next set. Moments like these are always messy, happening so quickly right before Yoongi’s eyes that he can never really keep track of the process.
And yet, Yoongi always feels that urgency, that rush, all with the smile never slipping off his lips because it’s almost been 2 years since Bangtan Boys experienced their debut, and every single day of his life still feels like some strange, out-of-body sensation. It still feels like a dream.