I think it all started with “There’s no song where Taehyung does the intro..” “Then I’ll make one!” at a concert, and we laughed and let it pass by. We just smiled away like that, but it kept lingering in the corner of my mind.
It so happened that a few months ago, I think it was when Taehyung’s desire for composing fired, he showed me a song, saying, “Hyung, I want to try making a song like this..” and asked if I could write a track for him. I said “Okay,” then played the chords and sent him. But that song was all just snaps on EP chords, it could hardly be called beats, so I didn’t like it. And then the talk about Festa came.
I asked “Shall we make one together properly this time?” “Sounds good, hyung!” And we started like that.. We keep going back and forth overseas. Choosing the instrument or theme is the most important when composing, but I had a hard time focusing at first. So I asked Taehyung.
“What do you want the song to be about?” “The dawn.” “The dawn? What kind of dawn?” “Just, when sitting at the park at dawn waiting for my friend.. The chirping sound of the birds.. I really like that moment.” “Oh, that hazy, bluish moment??” “Yeah! I like that bluish quiet moment.” “Me too!!”
We formed the emotion bond like this, and started right away. Later I asked him who that friend was, he said it’s mostly Jimin..* Anyway, I really like the dawn too. I’m a fan of the moon and the dawn. The twilight, the moment when the day moves from afternoon to night, And the dawn before the morning.. You know what it is.
So I thought “This would go well with guitar, let’s try guitar”. And played the guitar and piano. Luckly the track came out well and we decided to write the melodies separately to combine later. I always like watching the moon, so I thought I must start by talking about a letter sent to the moon. Luckily when we combined later, Taehyung liked it too.
So it started with my intro and Taehyung’s B part. Taehyung’s chorus was better too, but it felt a little strained so I gave him a hand.
Taehyung entrusted the lyrics to me, so I wrote most of it, but the chorus’ start was written by Taehyung. (With the deep night~) The theme started from Taehyung’s story too, so our work portion’s about 5:5. It’s my first time working together with Taehyungㅡ I wanted to do so since a long time ago, and I’m happy we got the chance this time. I wanted to take a step back and let Taehyung’s emotions materialization be the center itself. This song doesn’t show all of Taehyung’s emotions, but I hope it would show as much as it can. Hope you can get a glimpse at Taehyung’s dawn.!
Thanks to KOXX’s SHAUN-hyungnim for awesome re-arrangement. Personally, Taehyung’s usually in charge of powerful parts in our group songs, but I hope he can do this kind of light songs often too. I think Taehyung’s emotions and mine intersect more than I thought.
Working on this song together makes me think, isn’t Taehyung the one with the lightest song and emotions in Bangtan? You did great Taehyung, thank you for singing it so well :)”
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“A song that wouldn’t be done without Namjoonie-hyung~ I have always wanted to write about the dawn.. I like songs of this style, so I often listen and sing along to them, and even try writing them. I got so passionate about writing it that I asked Namjoonie-hyung for help, and he gave me exactly the kind of beats I wished for.
The beats Namjoonie-hyung gave me were so good that I wrote 6 melodies for it. I used the theme of the birds at dawn. The time before the sun rises when 4AM passes to 5AM, just me and the dawn birds (I just call them as “birds”) at an empty park, that bluish moment seems so short. I like that moment so much that I once went there for 5 days straight. I wrote the melodies based on Namjoonie-hyung’s beats there alone, I can’t write lyrics as good as Namjoonie-hyung but I worked hard to put in my emotions.
In the midst of the dark (serene) dawn, the hollow (drowsy) sound, the icy winter blow You close your eyes, spend endless nights with the sound fly The dawn birds cry, yearningly, ardently fly Listen to your voice, fill your voice, this dawn
It’s like I wrote the letter for the dawn birds (just “birds”). I couldn’t write the song perfectly by myself so I thought of giving up halfway, but thanks to Namjoonie-hyung, ‘4 O’clock’ was finished~~ Poet Kim Namjoon indeed~
I’ll work hard to present more songs to you in the future as well And all hail Vocal Monster👊🏻🤘🏻☺️
I’ll work hard to make and bring you more songs in the future☺️”
Bard: I want to try and seduce that Goblin.
DM:But why though? You’ve just slaughtered all its friends.
Bard: I don’t care, I want me a piece of that sweet Goblin tush.
DM:Fine, roll me a charisma check.
*Rolls a critical fail*
DM: you have failed to Woo the heart of the goblin, but instead you have a strange feeling, it makes you shudder. It might be those long pointy ears or those tender Goblin hands. Oh how you crave to fall into those scrawny arms on cold winter nights. His eyes, they muddy browns make your heart flutter. You have Indeed been seduced by the Goblin.
And that’s the story of how Derek the Bard fell in love with his future partner Greasebag the Goblin.
[jon x sansa] In which Daenerys realizes that it is in the cold that true warmth lies.
Dragonstone was cold.
It was a horrid type of cold, Jon surmised, as the sea raged outside his window. It didn’t help that the waves roiled endlessly, crashing over and over against the island’s cliffs and beaches. The winds were relentless, their howling unforgiving. Dragonstone’s cold was wet, unsettling, violent – he wondered how a man like Stannis Baratheon could have ever called it home.
uneasy, my lord.” Jon looked towards the door and saw Daenerys Targaryen
standing by it. She nodded in his direction as she stepped inside, feeling
quite at home to stand beside him as he surveyed the dark horizon.
surprise, in times like these.” he replied.
what you need is a brief respite.” Daenerys pulled a flagon of wine from the
nearby table. She poured them each a cup, and offered one to him. Jon eyed it
for a moment.
you.” He took the cup and nodded. “For the dragonglass, as well. The North will
remember your help.”
took a sip as a response, and once again silence settled over them. As the
wine washed down her throat, she wondered what it was that she went there for.
Tyrion had urged for her to get to know this King of the North, to make him
feel at ease, to strengthen their relationship as allies. And as she had
ascended the steps to his room, she wondered - was the alliance the only thing she wanted?
studied him as he pondered over his cup. His fatigue was even more visible in
the firelight. Scars and lines littered his face. Dark circles remained under
his eyes. The wind caressed the furs that hung over his shoulders. They always
seemed hunched, as if burdened with an immense, invisible weight. As he pulled
another gulp, Daenerys noticed that even mid-drink, his lips were
in a permanent scowl.
He was a
mystery, she thought. A book she could not read. No other man had stood
defiantly against her, without any trace of what it was that he was after.
The men in her life were always so easy to read, easy to understand. Whether it
was her beauty, affection, power, or name - they all wanted something from her,
and they all couldn’t hide it. It had all been too easy to wrap them around her
fingered the hem of her sleeve.
only dragonglass that he wanted? Her men? Surely there was something else?
it that your Hand meant,” she started, eyes slowly roving all over him. There was still
an air about him that she couldn’t place, even if they had been together for a
fortnight. “About taking a knife to the heart?”
“Pay it no
mind, Your Grace.” He muttered.
took to her wine. “I am certain he wouldn’t have mentioned it if it bore no
“It was only a
howled, the waves crashed, but Jon said no more. Daenerys sighed; no matter how
warmly she approached him or how much she tried to pry, Jon never replied on
the same plane. His replies were always clipped, always barely answering her
questions. The topic of the knife-to-heart was one he always evaded. Other than
that, she had managed to wean out small bits of information from him – his
position as a bastard, as Lord Commander, as King in the North. She foraged for tiny
scraps about the Starks – his family, his brothers, his sisters. He’d always
dwell on his sisters.
was the most she could get out of him. He would always end with a strangely
loaded thought, often with ‘I’m not a
Stark.’ And quickly, he’d turn the conversation to her, ask about her
conquests, and before long she’d realize she had done all the
A beat had
to pass before Daenerys had thought of what to ask next. Why was
conversing with him so difficult?
“Is it this
cold in the North?” she tried. Maybe getting him to talk about home would
prove useful conversation.
started. She watched his face transform as he delved deep in thought; she then knew there something was
different. His eyebrows furrowed together in frustration. His chest heaved in a
heavy breath. He sighed it out and then shook his head slightly, as if
dismissing a thought, and brought the cup to his mouth for a sip. But Daenerys
could see it - the corners of his lips were turned upward, as if he was
suppressing even the smallest of smiles.
howl, and snow may fall,” he said. His eyes trailed off to the distance. “But
even in the coldest, darkest nights…in Winterfell, there is always warmth.”
want to win the Realm,” Tyrion had said, “You have to save it.”
their journey northward began.
traveled for more than a month. Three weeks they sailed through rough seas.
For almost a fortnight, they rode across Westerosi plains. The dragons would pop
in and out of their sight, more likely enjoying their new terrain. It took a
lot for Daenerys to stop herself from doing the same, from riding dragonback
and going ahead. It also took her a lot to deny that she liked entertaining the idea of Jon riding with her. It was strange, this excitement that had
lodged in her stomach.
course of their travels, it became apparent to Daenerys that as the weather
grew dourer, Jon became…lighter. There
was no other word for it. More words came out of him. He exchanged more looks
with Davos. There was even one time that she could swear Davos was smirking at
his King, who only (naturally) scowled in response.
delighted Daenerys that they could hold better, longer conversations. Not as
long as she would have liked, but they were improvements. It pleased her that
Jon seemed to be more at ease – but it also worried her that there were times
that he looked troubled, deep in thought.
think he has warmed up to me?” Daenerys found herself asking, surprising
Tyrion, who was riding by her side. Her eyes were on the retinue that rode a
few meters ahead. She could easily pick Jon out, with his gathered hair and broad,
warmed up to me?” she repeated. She looked to her other side, at Missandei, for
acknowledgement. “You do know him best, Tyrion. I am just… concerned, of course. We do
need this alliance to be fruitful.”
a noncommittal ‘hmm’ and glanced at his Queen before replying. Missandei held a
smile as they rode on. “Don’t be too worried, Your Grace,” amusement laced her
Hand’s voice; she wondered at what. “He has looked like that and brooded like
that ever since I met him. I believe that how he’s now initiating talk with you
is a step forward.”
nodded and pursed her lips. It was the best she could do to stop herself from
grinning. Queens do not grin. But she
couldn’t ignore it, the tension that flooded her nerves at the thought of their
partnership – relationship – bearing fruit. This passing fancy she had
tried to deny was worth her time, thankfully.
is,” Tyrion said, knocking her out of her thoughts. The snow-covered plains
made the looming stronghold stand darker against the grey skies. Where is the warmth in this? Daenerys
thought, curious. The cold bit at them as snow fell in flurries, the wind
blowing in gusts. She had half the mind that Jon must have been jesting.
they caught up with his retinue, dread pulled at her stomach. In the dull
winter sun, Jon’s eyes glinted with yearning, trained on the holdfast that was
sounded. The gates creaked. The snow stifled the rhythm of their horses; Jon
briefly wondered if the loud beating of his heart would be a sufficient
Fool. Jon bit back a chuckle and sighed.
Only a fool would be this excited to come home to where the real war was.
anything the matter?” Davos had finally asked, once they were well away from
earshot. They were still quite a few ways away from Winterfell. “We’ve achieved
quite a lot, but it doesn’t seem that way to you, Your Grace.”
That always takes some getting used
to. Jon shrugged
as he held onto his horse’s reins. “It all just takes a toll on me. This
war, being king – I’m not made for it.”
contrary,” Davos had smiled. “You bear it quite well.”
He was met
with a heavy sigh – a Jon signature, Davos had noted.
offer some advice?” He had peered at his king. Jon had nodded.
believe it’s good to allow yourself even a small reward,” Davos had said. His
words were a welcome comfort in the cold. “There will always be problems to
face, troubles to overcome. But those small rewards you give yourself may very
well be the fuel you need to keep going.”
glanced at his Hand. Could he really allow himself those small rewards, in the
midst of this war? Is it not selfish of
me to want such a trivial thing?
discomfort steeped in his mind as they cleared the forest. It grew as the
castle formed in the horizon. By the time their horses tore through the
powdered plains, it was stifling. Heavy. Suffocating. His heart beat quickly,
laboring against an unfounded pressure in his chest.
Can I not want such a small reward?
sounded. The gates creaked. The snow stifled the rhythm of their horses. Jon’s
heart pumped blood against his eardrums. He didn’t care for the Queen he was
escorting, the dragons that were nowhere to be seen, the trailing foreign army
that he longed to leave. As his steed galloped into the courtyard, his eyes
could only search for what he had left behind.
off his horse and searched the ramparts. His men, Wildling or not, milled in to
see the arrival of their king. They lined the courtyard and stood still in
respect. Nothing good comes of a Stark
who ventures South, they said, but there he was.
No, he thought, as a true smile broke
on his lips. Here we are.
Arya. She had grown maybe twice her size the last time he had seen her. It
warmed his heart to see his gift, Needle, hanging off her hip. She had tried to
compose herself in front of the crowd, of their people, but she still broke
into a run and launched herself at him.
Bran. He sat on a wheeled chair, silent, observing, but there was a tiny bit of
warmth in his eyes as Jon embraced him. Tears nearly brimmed Jon’s eyes – he never
thought he’d see Bran again.
As he let
go of his younger brother, Jon eyed the ramparts. He had a lot of questions for
his siblings, but there was another matter that needed his attention.
Small rewards, the phrase repeated in his head as
he looked for her fire-colored hair, the tinkling of her chains, the trails of
her dress. He turned around, searching, anxious as joy and guilt clashed inside
him, as violent as Dragonstone’s seas.
rest of their party filed into Winterfell, he saw her. Bright red against the
greys, warm against the cold. Her ice blue eyes bore straight through him,
rekindling a warmth in his chest.
His body moved of its own accord. With a few steps and a rush of furs and
leather, she was in his arms, smelling of wood, of parchment, of snow. Of home. Jon let out a breath he didn’t
know he held. Joy bested his worry and guilt; it flooded his nerves as
he held her close.
Fool, Jon thought, as he tightened his
arms around her waist. He felt her breath hitch in her chest, felt her smile
against his shoulder. He dared not question the happiness that filled him as
she burrowed her face to the crook of his neck. He’ll face his demons another
“Thank the gods.” Her prayer was as soft as a whisper.
only smile as she melted in his embrace. Her weight against him would be the only burden
he’d ever be thankful for.
Only a fool would consider this a
the fire that was to set ice ablaze. She was the beacon that was to tear through the darkness. But as they set afoot Winterfell - the key to her victory
- what met her, instead of adoration, was a strange sense of defeat.
Winds may howl, and snow may fall, Jon Snow’s words came back to her
as she watched him revel in his reunions. Daenerys swallowed a bitterness that rose up to her throat. The cold dread in her stomach matched the wintry wind, the furious snow.
She held back her breath. There was no time to bother with these trivialities, she told
herself, but the loss was hard to ignore. The stillness and serenity of this foreign,
northern cold only amplified it. Mocked it.
But even in the darkest, coldest
see her, his fire - strong, warm, glowing bright as he held her in his arms.
…there is always warmth.
A/N: It has BEEN A WHILE since I churned out fic! I felt so bad after these leaks, I needed a fix-it fic. Which is like…I don’t know. I just word-vomited 2k, basically. Haha! Let’s fight the good Jonsa fight - it hasn’t officially sunk yet, right? :)
A/N: I don’t know what happened. It’s incredibly long… but I had fun ;) Since I don’t have anything better, this is my gift for 2.5k Thank you all so much ♥
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