that “N.O” stands for both the word “no” and is the acronym for “No Offense.”

and the mv looks like its from some kind of dystopian world where anything and everything they do gets controlled like

Who is the one who made us into studying machines?
They classify us to either
Being number one or dropping out
They trap us in borders, the adults
There’s no choice but to consent
Even if we think simply,
It’s the survival of the fittest
Who do you think is the one who makes us step
On even our close friends to climb up? What?

suga’s lines make me think about south korea’s culture of educational masochism, and how its normal there for even young children to work from early morning until late at night, and often at weekends too, to get into the best university they can and eventually secure a well-paying job. the pressure is intense, and the routine relentless - for years on end. in seoul, legions of students who fail to get into top universities spend the entire year after high school attending hagwons, which are after-hours tutoring academies, to improve their scores on university admissions exams. and these hagwons are no joke, they can last until early mornings for students as early as elementary school kids :0

which brings me to my next point. i think its very clever that rapmon starts the song with 

A good house,
A good car,
Will these things bring happiness?
In Seoul
To the SKY,
Will parents really be happy?

ppl may not know while SKY can mean the sky up above us, its also said to be the acronym for the three most prestigious universities there– seoul university, korea university and yonsei university. they’re very hard to get admitted, and the competition is insane, just

and its no wonder why even with south korea being the world’s 12th largest economy at least according to forbes, a place where you can surf the internet on the underground, dance the night away in a salsa club, and buy a decent americano on your way to work. and yet, as i quote, “people here seem less happy than during the years of hardship after the korean war.” their high suicide rate seems to reflects this. 

and like how rapmon further laments, how can they?

The grown-ups confess
That we have it so easy
They say that we are happier than our portion
Then how do you explain my unhappiness?
There’s no conversation topics beside studying
Outside, there are so many kids like me,
Living the life of a puppet
Who will take responsibility?

cos thats how they’ve rolled for centuries..

which is why i applaud bangtan and its whole production for highlighting this issue and in a way letting ppl know of its atrocity, and that gives a lot of consolation for ppl like me, for students like us, and i like how their message isnt really about being rebellious and going against the authority, they’re not even questioning the importance of education, cos it is. 

just take the title for what it is, no offense– but


This will never be not funny.

“Everybody say nnnooooooo~”


¿si para la única persona cuya evaluación me resulta valiosa no soy valioso, podré alguna vez valer?

¿es mejor este “no sé” furtivo que se inclina más al “no” que al “sé” que la certeza binaria que me está esperando en el averno del noamor?

¿habrá otra o la suma inconfundible de rechazos ya marca un patrón, una predicción, una tendencia irreversible hacia el vacío afectivo?

¿es la perseverancia la que lleva al triunfo o no hay peor derrota que la desmentida?

¿es para tanto o debo reprimir las aguas que mis ojos desean dejar permanecer?

¿hay lugar en el amor para los que sucumben en el miedo y sospechan de las intenciones del mundo?

¿es mi miedo infundado o está completamente ceñido en una lógica matemática? ¿es mi miedo causa de deseo de deseo?

¿era esa para mí o pienso que era para mí justamente porque no es para mí?

¿este hueco que no se llena ni se tapona se llenará o se taponará eventualmente?

¿es este pozo anímico provocado por la falta el único lugar que es hospitalario conmigo?

¿si esta es la mejor de todas qué tanto puede gustarme el por-venir?

¿cuánto pesa la nada misma cuando se instala de modo tan radical?

¿de qué lado quedamos los que no? ¿hay dos lados?

¿será que hago las cosas mal porque me gusta tener material para escribir?

¿la nada es para siempre o dura mientras dura el todo?

¿es este corte el último posible?

¿me falta aire o me sobra respiración?

¿debo espantar a las siguientes en pos de no espantarlas accidentalmente?

¿cuál es la copa de vidrio que me da lugar? ¿no seré más rico en un vaso de plástico?

¿será ese no que me dice que sí el único que me afirma como existente y deseante?

¿será que no?

¿y si sí?

Pero no.