Sometimes I have to remind myself that Namjoon started as an underground rapper and was recommended to bang pd, ridiculed for becoming an idol but carried on so his voice could be heard. How Hoseok started as a dancer and after listening to hip hop, came to love rapping. When they asked him to film an audition tape, they gave him a camera and came back 2 hours later to find him still filming, allowing him into the company on determination alone. How Yoongi was told by people around him that making a living off music is risky and that he’s not going to make it, to going underground, living off hardly anything and then coming 2nd place in bighits rap contest, earning him a place. How Jin was scouted off the street just because of his looks, chose bighit over SM and started with no experience to be where he is today. How Jimin chased his dream so much, with his parents backing him every step of the way, driving him all over everywhere to auditions. To only being a trainee for a year, never knowing if he was really going to debut but still sticking by it and carrying on. How Taehyung wasn’t even going to audition and just went to support a friend instead, but after being prompted by staff he auditioned and was the only one that day to make it through. How Jungkook had offers from 8 different entertainment companies, but chose bighit simply because he thought Namjoons rapping was cool.
It may seem like they all came together by some sort of fate, or a miracle, but it truly was their passion to succeed and make it within the industry, to allow 7 boys following the same dream to stand on stage together and say they’ve made it.
he came into bighit as a rapper- an underground rapper from daegu who only performed for crowds of two and made a couple of cents off of his tracks, which came up to not even be enough to buy ramen.
and when he began training at bighit, he didn’t want to burden his parents either so he paid for everything himself by getting a part time job even though he was a busy trainee/student. sometimes he would have to make the choice between eating that day or not having enough money to pay for the bus fare and being forced to walk two hours to get to where he needed to be. he went to school with wealthy students who would get foreign-made cars for their graduation present and he would have to swallow down his jealousy after seeing them get what they wanted so easily. all of this while fighting with depression, anxiety, suicidal thoughts, and compulsion since he was eighteen years old.
yoongi came into bighit thinking that he was going to be in a hip hop group with namjoon and some of the original members of bts, but even though the group concept changed- he still stuck with it because he desperately wanted a chance to be on stage and create his own music. he learned to dance and even acted as a backdancer/mv extra for a little bit despite originally having the intentions of just being a simple rapper and even when he shattered his shoulders from an accident during his part time job as a delivery boy, he still persevered and worked hard to improve himself and prepare for debut.
and the only point where he wanted to truly give up was when he thought that the day of his debut was never going to come. like, this man has been through so many physical/mental difficulties and changes- he literally gripped onto the thought of a chance to be on stage to survive and the only point where he wanted to give up was when he thought that he was never going to get that chance.
I don’t know how to even put this in words and I don’t want to come across as simply using his life story for attention, but yoongi’s life is the ultimate example of hardwork and determination. I have no idea how he was able to handle all of b-free’s demeaning comments so well and I have no idea how people can say that b-free “got it right”.
and just knowing that yoongi still works himself to the bone till this day- working on his music and bringing his equipment wherever he goes ( whether it be during his vacation or on the airplane or in the waiting room) and staying in his studio until the very early morning- and still dealt with battles with his mental health and physical health after his debut just amazes me because he never lets it show or he never lets it take him aback and somehow we still have the audacity to just label him as “lazy” and “coldhearted”.
yoongi truly is a symbol of persistence and dreams and he really is a role model for me. his lyric “though the beginning may be humble, the end will be prosperous” really did become a reality for him and it only came to him because he never gave up despite all what life threw at him. he motivates me to keep on moving forward in my life and I really do hope that all of you guys see and love him for all that he stands for.
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: 6,061 Author’s Note: I always wanted to try my hand on a Yoongi chapter story, and then I saw this prompt on tumblr and decided to go with it. I also want to note up ahead that I’m not super familiar with how the recruiting process for Kpop groups go and my knowledge only extends to really quick skims of articles just to get the basis. Regardless, I hope I can get to more parts, so let me know what you think.
also idk if this should be considered a prologue or a part 1 but oh well im just leaving it as part 1
You suppose that it all starts and ends with a letter.
“Dear Mr. Min Yoongi,” Your boyfriend reads across the kitchen counter, fingers curling tightly around the paper in his hands, eyes blown wide with a gaze depicting such rare intensity that you’ve actually stopped fixing your morning coffee just to catch a sight of his expression. You can’t entirely place the feeling weighing itself into your stomach, so you settle with staring at him and trying to keep your own facial features as neutral as possible. “We are pleased to inform you that you have passed the final audition at our label and therefore are officially recruited into our newest group Bangtan Boys. You are going to be one of seven other boys joining our label as trainees and we are excited to finally bring everyone together to prepare for debut. Although training won’t officially start until next week, we ask that you come to the studio tomorrow morning to meet the other members as well as be prepped on our expectations and scheduling. We wish to congratulate you on your hard work and look forward to getting to know you more in the coming years. Sincerely, Big Hit Studios.”
When Yoongi doesn’t react immediately to the positive news, you flicker your gaze up to study him. His eyes, once again, are scanning the paper, quicker and quicker with each line as if he didn’t read it or hear it correctly the first time around. His eyes have grown to the size of saucers at this point, and you would have thought him to be a statue had it not been for the rather loud inhales and exhales coming from the boy. The sight itself would have been rather comical had it not been for the context behind the stare.
So you try for a gentle smile, leaning a little on the counter to try and further gauge his expression. “Yoongi?” You inquire softly, reaching a hand across the space to run your hand along his shoulder blade. “Baby, are you alright?”
Yoongi blinks, snapping himself out of his trance as he shifts his gaze from the letter to you, back to the letter, and back to you. “I did it?” He whispers, the statement sounding more like a question above anything else and you find your lips curling up into a fond smile in light of Yoongi’s confusion—even though he was the one to read the letter multiple times, running over the words in his own mind repeatedly.
Bones is an American rapper who is popular in the underground rap scene. He was born as Elmo Kennedy O'Connor in California.
He’s known for his fast pace in releasing music, and his certain style of music. He’s often compared to Yung Lean, whose music is described it as cloud rap, which includes slower pace/ethereal beats, with sincere and emotional rapping. However, Bones argues he does not make cloud rap, but rather a completely different style that is all his own. Which is why when his music is downloaded, it’s put into a genre labeled “Sesh” (Bones also has a clothing line; TeamSESH).
He gained popularity when he released his tape TeenWitch, the cover of the album is pictured above. The album focuses on the Columbine school shooting, as well as some events that lead to it. He attempts to get inside the brains and understand the psychology of the two teenagers, Eric Harris and Dylan Klebold, who killed 13 people, although planned to kill many more, before the two boys took their own lives. It has 17 tracks on it. Although in many songs he is speaking from Dylan’s point of view, and in other songs Eric’s, he also shows a point of view from the victims and the parents, with perspectives from classmates, families, and the public.
Some song titles include; BombsInTheLunchroom, Klebold, FearTheNobodies, TheCafeteria, and LibrarySuicide.
Lyrics & description of the songs here, and listen to the full album here.
A 3 year old track and MV where Namjoon teams up with DJ Soulscape for the show “4 things” where Namjoon opens up about how tough it was for him to become an idol rapper.
If you look at the English translations, the song is very honest and kind of sad. He talks about how he had to decide between the idol life and the drawbacks that come with it, and the life of an underground rapper who can only gain so much recognition
“Cuz in the family called Bangtan I’m not an only child” :’)
Hey! Can I request a scenario where you’re in your last year of uni
doing literature and lose your motivation, and it’s not till you meet a
talented musician you get your ambition back? I’m yoongi biased so if
it’s him that’d be fab! Thankyou!! 💞
You cupped your hands over your face, your index fingers rubbing back and forth along the bridge of your nose. Your eyes stung from staring at the white light of your laptop screen and your skull was throbbing with how much thought you were putting into your essay. A quick glance to the clock at the bottom right of the screen had a grown falling from your lips; 4;27 a.m., in two hours, you’d have to be getting ready for class. Dropping your hands to the desk with a thud, you glared at the still mostly blank word document, the cursor blinking at you as if taunting you that you hadn’t made it move in the last hour and a half or so.
This was your last essay before your thesis; you were so close to getting your Master’s that you could feel it barely brushing against your fingertips. But the last few months had been overbearing to say the least; your parent’s had announced that they would be getting a divorce just weeks after the semester started, you got fired from your longtime, paid internship because you were being accused of stealing office supplies–which you weren’t, by the way–and then your boyfriend informed you over Christmas break that he’d been seeing someone else and that your three year relationship was now over. So your studies weren’t really on the forefront of your mind, to say the very least.
You sucked in a long breath, and let it out in a huff through your nose. You did still have a week before you had to hand this in, so all hope was not lost. Things just really weren’t looking good for you at the moment. Your fingers tapped a rhythm out against your space bar, your touch too light to press the key down and make that forsaken blinking cursor nudge over and stop silently mocking you. The sound of your scoff shattered the silence of your apartment, almost making you jump. You needed some kind of distraction, and at this hour, pickings were slim.
Your lips pursed in thought, your fingers slowly walking along your desk, tracing the side of your phone before picking it up. A quick swipe with the pad of your thumb had your home screen greeting you, the brightness doing nothing beneficial for your already sore–and most likely reddened–eyes. You tapped the name of the one person who you had no doubt would be awake at this ungodly hour:
“Some people are trying to sleep, you know, Y/N.” Namjoon’s deep voice fluttered into your ear, not sounding the least bit groggy.
“Were you one of those people?” You ask, your hoarse voice giving away how obviously sleep-deprived you were.
A pause. “No, but I could have been.” You chuckled on your end, the laugh only lasted mere seconds. “What’s up?”
“I’m unmotivated trash and I’m going to flunk and not get my Master’s degree and I’ll end up having to sell my kidney to make rent money.” Your head fell back against your chair, your upper body slouching slightly.
Namjoon snorted into your ear. “You could go into acting with all that drama spilling from your mouth.”
“Shut up.” You grumble, one foot planted on the ground to pivot you back and forth in your chair. “You’re getting the highest marks in class, you don’t get to have an opinion.”
“So, you called because?” He tried to sound fed up, but there was a lilt of humour in his voice that gave him away.
“Because I’m sad, and I need my Joonie to cheer me up.” You whined, a subconscious pout pulling out your bottom lip despite the fact that he couldn’t see you.
“You’re sad, are you?” You hummed an affirmation. “Well… I have a show tomorrow night, why don’t you come along? Could be fun. Watch me looking great and being extremely talented on a grimy collection of wooden skids covered in a sheet, also known as the stage.”
You couldn’t help but laugh at the ridiculous depiction, but a part of you was really intrigued by the idea. Namjoon shared his love of literature with you, of course. After all, you two were getting the same degrees. But he had another side of him; he was an underground rapper and although he shared some of his lyrics with you from time to time and told you about his shows on occasion, you’d never been invited to see him in action.
Prompt request: “Help me hide!” + “No, I didn’t murder them. I accidentally knocked them unconscious forever, that’s all.” + “My back’s a bit sore from when you stabbed me with your knife.” + “You’re my soulmate!?”
Genre: Fluff (I guess?) + Humour
Summary: In a world where soulmates are identified by matching marks, you meet your other half a little unceremoniously (featuring bad boy Hoseok).
Word count: 1.1k words
With a tired sigh, you glanced up at the clock. It was almost ten–closing time. The record store you worked at part-time was located in a sketchy part of town, and you hated closing. Walking home alone was always a frightening experience.
Since you had nothing else to do, you perused through the racks of CD’s, humming along to the music playing from the store’s speakers.
As you were browsing through the 80’s rock section, the front door swung open, banging against the wall loudly. Your head shot up in surprise, your heart beating wildly.
In front of you, there was a boy about your age, donned in all black and a leather jacket. He was panting heavily, sweat beading on his forehead. You were a bit taken aback by his handsome features–a pointed nose, high cheekbones, and a strong jawline.
But more than anything, you were annoyed. The store closed in three minutes.
“Sorry, the store’s clo–”
“Help me hide!” the boy practically screamed, advancing towards you rapidly. “Hurry! They’re going to find me!”
“Who are they?” you squealed, almost tripping over your feet as you walked backwards. “Who are you!?”
“We can save the introductions for later,” the boy said hurriedly, eyes wide in panic. “I swear I won’t hurt you, just lock the damn door.”
Peering into the boy’s large, almost innocent-looking eyes, you couldn’t help but believe him. Plus, you knew you were in danger now, too.
You grabbed the store keys from where they sat at the cash register and darted to the front door. With shaking hands, you jammed the key into the keyhole and twisted the old, temperamental lock.
You turned back to look at the boy, who seemed to visibly relax.
“Let’s hide,” he said, turning to walk behind the cash register. “Just to be safe.”
Left with no other options, you followed the dangerous boy behind the counter, ducking down with him. You were so close to him, able to feel his radiating body heat and hear the quiet sound of him breathing.
Casting a brief glance at the boy, upon closer inspection, you realized his hands were covered in blood.
“Oh my god,” you choked out, falling onto your butt. You scooted backwards until your back hit the wall. You could feel your heart practically beating out of your chest. “Did you kill someone?”
“What?” the boy asked, looking at you, surprised. Then, his gaze shifted to his hands and he laughed. “No, I didn’t murder them. I accidentally knocked them unconscious forever, that’s all.”
“Holy shit,” you whispered, mostly to yourself. “Tonight is the night I die. So young, too. I had my whole life ahead of me.”
“Relax,” the boy laughed. He wiped his bloodied hands on his black jeans, the sticky substance smearing everywhere. “I’m joking. The guy’s not dead. I just momentarily delayed him, hence the hiding now.”
“That’s reassuring,” you squeaked, pulling your knees up to your chest. You could feel your body shaking and your breaths quicken.
“Hey, hey,” the boy frowned, moving closer to you as he sensed your distress. “Nothing’s gonna happen to you, I swear. No one’s gonna find us, and even if they do, I won’t let them touch you.”
You eyed the boy suspiciously, but you felt your body begin to uncoil.
“I’m Hoseok, by the way,” he continued with a sunny smile, which contrasted starkly against his dark appearance. “Most people just call me J-Hope, though.”
“That’s a pretty lame street name,” you blurted out unthinkingly. The moment you said it, you slapped a hand over your mouth, regretting it instantly.
Hoseok just laughed. “Trust me, it’s not the worst. I have a friend called Baby G.”
You winced at that, smiling a little bit.
“So, what’s your name?” Hoseok asked conversationally.
“Oh, I’m Y/N,” you replied. Then, you questioned if telling him was a good idea. Belatedly, you realized you were wearing your name tag the entire time.
“Nice to meet you!” Hoseok said cheerily. “Although I wish we could have met in different circumstances.”
“So what happened?” you asked, nodding in the direction of Hoseok’s still slightly bloody hands.
“It was a deal gone awry,” Hoseok shrugged. “It happens sometimes.”
“Are you in a gang?” you whispered, body on alert once more.
“Oh, no,” Hoseok said, laughing in surprise. “I’m actually an underground rapper. One of my friends deals, though, and I was just helping him out.”
You sighed in relief, happy to not be stuck in the middle of a gang war. You lapsed into silence, listening carefully to the sounds coming from outside. In the calm, the sound of Hoseok’s cell phone ringing caused both of you to jump.
Hoseok grabbed his phone and squinted at the display, a frown etched on his face.
“You asshole,” he said immediately, although his words didn’t hold much venom. You could hear the sound of someone talking faintly through the tinny-sounding phone. “Yeah, I’m fine. My back’s a bit sore from when you stabbed me with your knife, though.”
“Are you hurt?” you gasped, ready to reach for the first aid kit stored underneath the cash.
“Oh, no,” Hoseok said, pulling the phone away from his ear. “Figuratively speaking.”
He turned back to the phone, speaking quickly. Hoseok listed names, presumably of the people involved with the drug deal gone south. Eventually, he hung up and turned back to you.
“The coast is clear,” he announced as he stood up. He stretched his long legs a little bit, then extended a hand to help you up. You took it apprehensively, realizing Hoseok could still feel the slight tremors that ran through your body.
Hoseok frowned at this. He shrugged his leather jacket off and draped it over your shoulders. The warm material comforted you immensely. As Hoseok withdrew his arms, you noticed his soul-mark.
It was quite small and delicate looking, which matched Hoseok’s gentle demeanour and clashed with his bad boy persona. His soul-mark was an abstract, winding pattern that reminded you of constellations. It was also shockingly familiar.
“You’re my soulmate!?” you shrieked, staring wide-eyed into Hoseok’s own large eyes.
He gaped at you, glancing down at your clothed forearm. Hastily, you presented your arm, yanking the sleeve of your shirt up to your elbow. Indeed, the perfect match of Hoseok’s soul-mark was drawn into your skin.
“Fuck,” Hoseok managed, completely awed. He looked back up at you with stars in his eyes. “I knew there was a reason I liked you.”
- Girl in Luv
Sorry this took so long to write! These prompts were the funnest ones, so thanks for requesting them! Hope you enjoyed. If you want to request an imagine, check out our prompts page for inspiration. Happy reading!
In 2013, B.I, Bobby, Jinhwan, Junhoe, Donghyuk, and Yunhyeong competed as Team B on the Mnet reality survival show WIN: Who Is Next, competing against other trainees in “Team A” for the chance to debut as a group.
Despite lacking public recognition and being younger than Team A, they still did their best putting every bit of effort in each performances and sacrificing any thing possible.
But they unfortunately lost.
They left us with good songs, good memories, and a favor asking us to wait for them cause they’ll be back soon. iKONICS, remember when team B made us cry during their Climax performance?
In order to debut, Hanbin, as a leader did this:
And he really did.. YG released one of their songs. It’s entitled ‘Wait for me’.. a song from Team B to us, iKONICS.
In June 2014, Team B appeared in the reality survival program Mix & Match, a follow-up to WIN: Who Is Next. The aim of the show was to determine the final lineup of iKon. While Bobby, B.I, and Jinhwan were confirmed members, the remaining members of Team B competed against three new trainees; Jung Jin-hyeong, and Yang Hong-seok, and Jung Chan-woo.
And everyone was like “PLEASE JUST LET THEM DEBUT” or “WE WANT TEAM B”… even Bobby agrees.
Their friendship was even at stake at one point. After YG announced that Junhoe, Donghyuk and Yunhyeong should still fight for their place in iKON, they just couldn’t handle their emotions.
While these dramas are happening, Bobby and B.I fight for their titles as idol rappers in SMTM3.
After being dissed and looked down by some of the underground rappers, Bobby eventually won breaking prejudices among idol rappers.
But when we talk about Mix & Match, we can’t forget about this episode when:
1. Due to a lot of pressure by doing Mix & Match and SMTM at the same time, B.I almost broke down. He was incommunicado for almost 6 hours and was found at a park writing lyrics. He said he just cleared his mind. Our precious leader was having such a hard time at the age of 18/19. :(
2. Or when Yunhyeong almost failed to make it in the group. Yunhyeong smiling amidst going through this pain plus Junhoe crying is just….. </3
And after performing their final stages, waiting was our enemy, but eventually, Yunhyeong, Junhoe, Donghyuk + Chanwoo made it.
The painful part about this is saying goodbye to the other 2 members. As the program continued, we witnessed how close they got with each other. It must’ve been hard for Team B. :(
Following several postponements, iKon’s official debut was announced on YG Entertainment’s website for 15 September 2015. That means iKON and iKONICS waited for a year again just to see them on stage again.
I know it’s all in the past now, but whenever you see haters say that iKON had it easy, or iKON is just famous because they’re in YG then you should definitely show this. They definitely don’t know how much iKON worked hard and how much iKONICs waited for them.
Hey y’all, so I’ve been trying to keep this a secret, as it was my guilty pleasure, but now I just want to share with you all the amazing fanfictions I’ve read since my stay in this fandom. Just some warning bc, yea. They are M/M aka male/male fics so yea, you understand. There are boys together. Who kiss and sometimes more cough. Accept that. Also none of these fics are mine, the authors will be linked along with the stories themselves!
SO HERE’S THE WILD RIDE GUYS. Give them a try. These will be my ALL TIME favourite fics so. Quality. ((this is future Lucy hola, i’ve just realised that 7/10 fics are Taekook, soz, even though I’m low-key yoonmin biased it’s really hard to find good of them so yea.)) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Words: 38,877 Chapters: 1/1 Pairing: Yoonmin l Yoongi-Jimin hOLY SHIT YES Summary: What Yoongi doesn’t say is this: “If only you knew, Park Jimin. Every song I write, and all the words I have to give, will always be yours.”(Or, Yoongi is a famous underground rapper from simple beginnings and Jimin is his hip-hop hating, exceedingly rich boyfriend). *it says smut but i cant remember so just putting it out there that it might have SMUT*
9. because fries and mixtapes by hoars Words: 6,644 Chapters: 1/1 Pairing: Taegi l Taehyung-Yoongi Summary:
Yoongi works the graveyard shift at a fast food restaurant while trying to make it big. Taehyung has insomnia.
the moon and the stars (are nothing without you) by wowoashley Words: 19,179 Chapters: 1/1 Pairing: Taekook l Taehyung-Jungkook Summary:
based off the prompt: “Taekook college AU! The college tour guide raved about the uni’s friendly atmosphere and amicable student body, but wanted a high five from a cute student and all he got was a glare”
it’s you and me (i know it’s my destiny) by florations Words: 10,334 Chapters: 1/1 Pairing: Taekook l Taehyung-Jungkook Summary: Recipe to The Perfect Halloween: 1. Pokémon costumes; 2. Lots of candy; 3. The perfect friendAll of which seven-year-old Jeon Jungkook finds in nine-year-old Kim Taehyung.(Then they grow up, and it’s not quite the same anymore.) adorable fricking hell
pick me up, buttercup by vppa Words: 9,272 Chapters: 2/2 Pairing: Taekook l Taehyung-Jungkook Summary: AU where your soulmate’s first words to you will be tattooed on your wrist when you meet.Which freakin sucks, because Jungkook’s forearm will now forever read “Hey baby, if you were a booger, I’d pick you first.“What the fuck, universe. FRICKING SOULMATE! AU YES
maybe we’re all just fools by airplanewishes Words: 52,675 Chapters: 1/1 Pairing: Taekook l Taehyung-Jungkook Summary:
Jeongguk likes to run. He’s never wanted anyone to run with him before. im pretty sure it took me like half a day to finish this but fucking hell it’s good. really good.
Cocoa Puffs by madigraye Words: 39,705 Chapters: 4/4 Pairing: Yoonmin l Yoongi-Jimin finally my bubs Summary:
Somewhere between fake basketball matches and even faker marriages, Park Jimin learns that camp is for fun, and summer is for butterflies.
all the right wrongs by aeterisks Words: 34,132 Chapters: 2/2 Pairing: Taekook l Taehyung-Jungkook Summary:
Jeongguk’s fate seems to have a name, and that name happens to be Kim Taehyung. I’m begging you get tissues before this. I forgot to notice that it’s angst so here’s the warning y’all. *IT’S FUCKING ANGST ALSO BEAUTIFUL, 100/100*
King of the Library, Knight of His Trade by madigraye Words: 47,430 Chapters:1/1 Pairing: Taekook l Taehyung-Jungkook Summary:
Moral of the story? Don’t fuck with Jeon Jungkook or else you’ll end up ruining your perfect attendance to chase his coattails. this is utterly perfect oh my god
+ Figuring It Out as We Go by peppermint_wind Words: 4,245 Chapters: 1/1 Pairing: Jikook l Jimin-Jungkook Summary: **Based off of Jungkook covering Troye Sivan’s, “Fools.” - “Jimin’s breathing begins to even, and Jungkook watches his chest rise and fall, steady and slow, like how waves wash up on Busan beaches.”