Pls do the rest of the couples backstory pls Winnie I luv luv you 💕✨💕✨✨✨
aesthetic couple(namjoon): omg they met on set !!!! namjoon is super super super super super super lucky that someone else was sick n y/n was sent to the photo shoot instead. longest photo shoot of his life honestly bc he was hung up on her as soon as she wheeled a rack of clothes past him w/o even looking his way. and he couldn’t help but stare as he was getting his hair done and his eyeliner applied and completely ignoring whatever yoongi was complaining about this time bc the peach tones of her outfit n make up n aura were too captivating & his mind couldn’t rly be bothered to focus elsewhere. and y/n totally knew that he had been staring @ her the entire time bc hello this is y/n she’s always 2 steps ahead of namjoon (which he loves bc he’s always topped ppl intellectually n psychologically he’s never had to play catch up before) n so she continued to avoid his eyes as she smoothed out the collar of his shirt & joon was holding his breath bc her perfume that he recognized was really the icing on top of the cake. and namjoon wasn’t being his usual eloquent self omg he would only give nods in response 2 her questions n she wouldve assumed he was shy but her sister is like obsessed w bngtn so she knew he was supposed 2 be the ~eloquent one and she knew she wasn’t remembering incorrectly bc namjoon had always been the one that she payed attention to. y/n smiled when he was finally styled to her liking and patted his shoulder n said “you know my sister likes bangtan. she talks abt jimin 24/7, but i’m more into rappers” & joon finally woke up as she was walking away and he shouted out a v awkward “ur wearing chanel no5!!!” and y/n laughed @ his clumsy + cute attempt to impress her. n the fact that she was the smooth one during their first meeting still haunts joon 2 this day.
*namjoon & y/n talk abt clothes very seriously !!! and i was always worried that she came off a bit 된장녀 or something but uh this is why !!!!!! bc backstory :b also she’s mostly the one to initiate things n she rly keeps joon on his toes. (and omg sorry 4 talking to much but i rly rly rly rly love aesthetic couple so much they’re like ~soulmates 2 me)
ajae couple(seokjin): they met @ uni (have u seen the pics of seokjin @ school………..amazing…….)!!! seokjin is hardly ever on campus (he’s a v busy man) so he was super super lost n confused trying to find a restroom one day. and while he was wandering through the halls he saw y/n carrying a 50 ft stack (an exaggeration) of coloring books (there’s a reason ehehheh) and even tho his bladder was abt 2 explode he ran over to help her bc it really looked like she’d fall over if a spec of dust landed on top of them. but being suddenly approached by a tall n broad (n handsome) guy startled y/n so s he fell over anyway. and seokjin laughed his rly rly loud goofy laugh as he picked up the coloring books surrounding her and made a rly cheesy “wow i didn’t think you’d fall for me this quickly” joke & @ first y/n was completely appalled but then she realized he wasn’t laughing at her he was laughing at his own joke lmao !!!! not everyone is as confident n open as seokjin he has no problem talking 2 ppl but it was kind of not the case for y/n she didn’t rly know what to say or do so he did abt 90% of the talking as he carried the coloring books (he didn’t ask abt them) to wherever they needed to go n y/n did abt 100% of the laughing bc seokjin held back a little not wanting 2 overwhelm her and because he rly liked hearing her laugh for some reason. so they get 2 where y/n needs to go n seokjin puts everything down n jokingly asks if there’s a 50ft stack of colored pencils that he also needs to bring in n she laughs again so he’s satisfied n decides to quit while he’s ahead. before he leaves he asks 4 her number and also directions to the nearest restroom !!!!!!!
*y/n has texted him while she was @ uni before n also they always talk abt silly childish kinda interests n there’s a reason for that but it’s mostly seokjin’s personality + y/n’s indiv. backstory!!!
snow couple(jimin): they met…………@ the dmv hehehehehehh! jimin can’t drive yet but he really really wants to and in korea u gotta take one written test n two driving tests. mini is there for the first driving test n he’s sosososo nervous bc if he fails this he really won’t hear the end of it from the others……….especially jeon jeongguk. he’s gone over the procedure abt a thousand times in his head and he’s convinced that he’s ready but then the small waiting room door opens and in walks y/n dressed in all white & her hair in pretty bun (she looks like she has v important plans after this) and she’s reading the driving manual they gave him after his written test and jimin is surprised bc he for sure thought he’d get celeb privilege n take the test alone (plus its early morning who else would be here). y/n sits beside him and notices he’s not studying @ all so she’s like hey wanna share my book !!!! and omg shy jimin is like o….kay…….sure as she scoots closer to him. n jimin pretends to read the left page but rly he’s looking @ her through his peripheral n listening to her whisper the ~important things on the right page to herself and it’s kinda calming but also making him incredibly nervous. n when y/n notices he’s totally not reading she closes the book and introduces herself and jimin (v shyly) does the same n she tells him that she thinks she has a 3% chance of passing considering that her brother has been teaching her & it took him 3 tries to get his license n mini laughs @ this and says that he has a 2% chance of passing because bc he only studied last night and exactly 0 ppl have been teaching him how to drive. so they go out to take their tests and jimin cheers for y/n and she fails n y/n cheers for jimin & he fails but it’s ok and jimin’s like “it looked like u were playing v bad gta” n y/n’s like “well u looked like u were 8th place in mariokart” and while the instructor went to schedule another test for them they were talking abt the teasing they’d get from their friends n jimin was describing guk like he was an elementary school bully & y/n gave an elementary school reaction n was like “ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ he’s probably just jealous bc ur more handsome than he is” & jimin was gooooooone
step 1. pull your hat down over your eyes and pretend to text
step 2. go to the bathroom before you accidentally cry in front of everyone
step 3. crap. cry much more than pride will let you admit oops
step 4. leave through the garage door as inconspicuously as you can
step 5. drive home and think
step 6. accidentally cry some more as you sink and realize, “i don’t know if i want to go to the next family party, or any ever again. how do i tell my mom”
step 7. stop crying and ultimately come to the conclusion that Suffering-In-Silence, containing my suffering, not letting anyone know what happened, only benefits the person that made me suffer and does not actually benefit me
step 8. so fuck suffering in silence
step 9. come to facebook to publicly declare that this platform will now serve as my official Fuck You To Being Told That It’s My Job To Quietly Endure Prejudice From My Family While Being Expected To Keep Coming Back For More
step 9. finally, share what was previously relegated to silence:
several weeks ago an aunt that never engages in one-on-one conversation with me, and especially never weaves around furniture to the corner i’m crouching in to talk to me in any interested way, suddenly did exactly that and asked me about my tools as she laughed as if to communicate, “it’s a little ridiculous isn’t it? a girl with so many tools.” i confirmed upon her asking they were yes actually mine, and explained that i.. well.. i use them.. she pressed me and asked me what i used them for. i told her for my truck. she asked me if i knew how to fix my truck. she asked me if i knew how to fix my truck. then that same question a few more times at first i got excited and started to tell her about the work i’ve been doing, the parts i’ve been replacing. then snapped out it because the questions-with-obvious-answers indicated to me she wasn’t actually asking what she wanted to ask. so i said to her, “you wouldnt be asking me, a 25 year-old in possession of hundreds of tools, these questions all together if i was a boy. you wouldnt even ask me these questions if i was my little brother who doesn’t even do his own car work.” she said..she admitted without blinking but still smiling from that laugh, “yeah but you’re a girl so i’m asking you” and went on to make sure i knew girls don’t own tools and trucks, and, “you’re a girl, aren’t you?”
she rly could have just been straight up with me and said, “you know, we never ever ever ever ever EVER talk, but i thought you should know that thing you’re doing quietly in the corner behind this furniture is offending me and you and your gender need to align with what me and the rest of the world think is right.” instead she bombarded me with mocking questions blocking my only exit. when she was done, i sat, alone behind the furniture. with my evil homo tools. feeling resentful that the only conversation my aunt could ever be motivated to have with me my entire life of 25 years was to condemn me to hell without condemning me to hell
flash forward to tonight, the lunar new year. i’m sitting front and center, legs crossed, quiet, attentive and ready for the tết performance my aunt (same aunt) has promised called, Message To The Second Generation. she’s downstage on the foyer holding a mic, and starts off with general, nice wishes for all of us. i think i remember “love, laugh, live” somewhere in there. she moves on to wishes for us to continue to carry the culture and the recipes. she keeps making really prolonged eye contact with me especially, i’m curious but not sure why and then it comes, something abt a wish for us.. relationships.. “boys for girls and girls for boys.” i flash a low-browed glance at my sister. she’s looking for my eyes too, finds them, and returns the look in understanding and solidarity. i try to get another from this aunt’s son but he looks away from me and back at his mom. the rest of her message is lost on me as i wrestle with too much inarticulable conflict. the message ends and i ask to the cousins in my general vicinity, “did she just wish us all straightness?” hoping to breach the solidaritous condemnation with humor. instead someone said, “i think she just means she wishes for us to find someone.” another looks at me, pats my leg and says, “it’s okay it’s okay” with a tone that made it more of a “i heard what she said, but it’s not that a big deal” and turned away from me. i retorted but the momentum of unanimous dismissal and suppression overcame my lonely efforts. so i sat and looked at my hands. my head built up pressure and thought, “okay but she didn’t say that. she said she hopes all the girls find boys, and all the boys find girls. that is what she said. it’s not a big deal for you because you are not personally inconveniced by this irreconciliation and have not grown up in a way that forces you take these quick casual comments and see the entire society that exactly reinforces this- the trillion and one other comments, images, stories, jokes that all say the same. exact. thing. all the time. every day. every fucking minute.” but i look around and everyone has moved on.
my aunt just held a karaoke mic, looked me in the eyes, and told everyone not to be gay, and i couldn’t do anything or get any more support. i felt helpless and trapped, and despite my own heroic vision of myself, my eyes began to well up. i pulled the bill of my hat low, and pretended to be occupied texting. i couldn’t stop it, so i went to the restroom, ran the water and cried into the sink. i thought about how different it felt to be attacked explicitly and hatefully by a stranger than to be attacked subtly and casually by family. and how the former would make allies and heroes out of my cousins while the latter makes no one care. or makes no one see it. i thought about how i’ve been trying so hard to desensitize myself to the bombardment of these casual erasing, dehumanizing things so i can enjoy the parts that are enjoyable. so that when kalene, my life partner, the most caring loving supportive best person in my life moves here, i can bring her to my family and have her welcomed as if we were a package deal. tonight shredded the painful tiring numbing saddening work i had already pessimistically done all with one sentence, and the realization of the struggle no one wanted to protect me from overwhelmed me and shook my shoulders and pulled my already tired eyes. i remembered that i had i promised myself that if i was made to feel unwelcome then it wasn’t my job to stay. so i dipped. don’t know when i’ll be coming back.
i want a lot of things, i want kalene to have my family and the fun and the love we share. but damn, this shit is getting old. stop. your best friend is in this position, what do you tell them? you want to protect your best friend so you tell them ‘self-preservation over familial ties.’ right? i dont like that answer either. i. don’t. know.