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decalcomanie-web · 2 months
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harumi-web · 2 years
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💭 '' § : We're born in the moonlight. Ain't no fantasy. Can't breathe in the sunlight. Gotta hide your heart!
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vratens · 2 years
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off. 🎧
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tyunlouv · 3 years
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## NAMJOON + SUNMI LAYOUTS 🍧
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luzerenas · 2 years
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Dommm
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lilyviews · 3 years
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𝑬𝒙𝒄𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒕 떠나기 전에 나를 사랑한다고 말해줘. 내 감정이 드러나야 해 𝑳𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒐𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒈📌 𝑫𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒕📌𝑷𝒔𝒅:@glitterpsd
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hima-n · 2 years
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If you were a drug
I would have
Died due to overdose
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cyberderyx · 3 years
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⚠︎ bts cyber icons 👾
组 like or rb if u save ‱ ‥
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haoclouds · 3 years
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𝗕𝗧𝗦 𝗜𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗦 𝗖𝗬𝗕𝗘𝗥
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like/rb if use or save♡
My Twitter:@M1NGHA0WEBB
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blueberry-web · 4 years
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Oi, oi meu bem. Poderia fazer um moodboard dark do Namjoon com a receita número 04, por favor? Agradeço desde já.
Feito! Me desculpe a demora, eu estava sem tempo por causa da escola, mas aqui estão seus icons!
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dinoyoongi · 5 years
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Confirm or Deny (2)
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SYNOPSIS: You’re a member of the rising group FRNZEE. You’ve been dating Namjoon for years when Dispatch releases an article exposing your relationship. Your company confirms the relationship. Big Hit denies it.
PARTS: ONE |  TWO | THREE | FOUR
PAIRING: Namjoon x You
GENRE: Romance, Angst
WARNINGS: Language, brief mentions of sexual situations
WORD COUNT: 3808
AUTHORS NOTE: I’m not sure how many parts this will have - I’m just going to write until I’m satisfied and break them up in chunks. Please show it some love if you like it and want more! And yes, this is inspired by the very real “scandal” between iKON’s Yunheyong and Momoland’s Daisy.
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“Omg this is the biggest publicity stunt ever from Hot Star.”
“LOLLLL like Namjoon would really date her.”
“CAN'T STOP THE CRINGE OMG. I FEEL SO BAD FOR HER RIGHT NOW.”
“Is she delusional?? Just because they trained together, she's going to take advantage of him like that?”
“Honestly Big Hit should sue at this point. It's obvious that Hot Star is trying to profit from BTS' popularity right now.”
“Like any of the boys in BTS have time to date right now. Get real, Y/N. Nice try though.”
“#Y/NISCANCELLED”
At some point during the slideshow of knives to your gut, you've sunk so far into your chair that your forehead nearly grazes the edge of the table. You've stopped following the words with your eyes but you can't drown out the sound of your director reading them out loud, his voice growing angrier with every click. You're so wrapped in your own misery that you don't notice when the voice stops.
“Y/N,” someone hisses from down the table. Lifting your gaze, you notice countless set of eyes glaring back at you. “This is serious. A scandal like this wouldn't put a dent in a larger company like Big Hit but for us … stocks have already fallen and we've already had two advertisers ask to replace you with another member. Are you even paying attention?”
You manage to successfully restrain yourself from unleashing the growl at the bottom of your throat. “Of course I'm paying attention. Of course I'm taking this seriously. Every K-Pop fan in the world hates me right now – how can I not pay attention?”
“Y/N, is your relationship with Namjoon serious?”
You scoff, not missing the way your director's face tightens in annoyance. As someone in the predicament that you're in right now, you know it's not best to speak so disrespectfully to the management and label. But you're unable to control your anger and your mouth, knowing that the responsibility for this lies completely on their shoulders for not consulting with you first. “Yes, I think so.”
“You think so?” a man you've never met before mocks you from the other end of the table. You watch as he rolls his eyes, muttering a lot of words so low that you can't hear them. But you do manage to make out a select few. “Delusional bitch.”
You jump from your seat with so much force that it knocks the chair backward, slamming against the floor with a loud thwack. Your manager is quick to grasp onto your arm, yanking you back before you can take any steps towards the man.
“Sit down right now,” he seethes under his breath. Using his free hand to pull the chair upright, he pulls you down into it, keeping his grip so tight on your arm that you can feel his fingernails digging painfully into your skin.
“Y/N, we had hoped that by now the controversy surrounding this would be gone but unfortunately it looks like this situation has turned into some kind of internet meme. We regret not allowing you and Namjoon the chance to sort out a story before we submitted a statement but the damage is already done. Now, about the comeback -”
You can almost feel the way your skin pales instantly.
“You can't!” you screech, suddenly alert. They would seriously punish you by canceling the comeback? The thought of the disappointed faces of your fellow members forms a lump in your throat. “The group didn't do anything wrong. Don't punish them because I-”
The director cuts you off with a hand in the air. “If you'd let me finish – it's far too late to delay the comeback. We've already recorded most of the song, the music video crew has been hired and your outfits have been ordered. Too much money has been spent at this point so the comeback will go on as scheduled -” you exhale a sigh of relief - “without you.”
There's an explosive slamming against your chest, your gut.
You breath hitches at the two words. Without you.
You've worked so hard for this comeback and now …
“Wait,” you croak, your throat suddenly feeling dry. You blink quickly, attempting to rid the pools of water building beneath your eyelids. “You're pulling me from the comeback?”
The director sighs. “At this point, our marketing team has decided that your presence would do a lot more harm than good.”
“But … but I-I've worked so hard and I-I-”
“Y/N,” your manager says gently, his grip loosening into soothing rub, moving in circles on your shoulder sympathetically. Every part of you is screaming to shove him off but you're too numb to move your limbs. All of your hard work … is this really happening right now?
“We're sorry, Y/N. We'll make sure to have this mess cleaned up for the next comeback.”
The next comeback? When would that be? It had already been seven months since you released your last EP. Would it be another seven months? A year? Longer? “But I already finished recording and-”
“We will re-record your parts with the other members. Please don't worry too much about this. Have a nice rest and work hard on regaining your image. You know what that means, don't you?”
Despite trying your absolute best not to show your vulnerability to these men, you can't help the lone tear that slides down your cheek. Of course you know what that means. “You don't want me to see Namjoon anymore.”
“I imagine he won't want to see you anymore either,” the pig from down the table chuckles. The director shoots the man a quick glare before switching his features back to sympathy. None of it feels authentic at all.
“We just need to you lay low, okay? Cheer the girls on from behind the scenes. You'll get to shine next time, okay?”
Lay low.
Behind the scenes.
Next time.
With a polite smile on your face, you rise as stiff as a robot, bowing curtly before turning and escaping from the room. Your manager is saying words, talking so quickly, but you can't hear him. There's a pain from inside your chest that has you pounding your fist against the top of your breast bone with a firm pressure.
Is this what a broken heart feels like?
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Hours later, you lay awake with a throbbing heart and bloodshot eyes. Your gaze is focused on the telephone sitting on the dresser next to your bed. After passing out a few days ago, your manager turned your phone off to stop the incessant buzzing. Phone calls from family and friends, text messages from fellow idols, alerts from Naver and Google of articles containing your name … it was all too much. You haven't spoken to Namjoon since hanging up with him that day and despite your relationship being the blame for everything falling apart, you long for his embrace more than anything in the entire world right now.
Reaching a hand to the device, you press the button in to turn it on. It springs to life almost immediately, lighting up with countless notifications. 59 unread text messages. 34 missed phone calls. 23 new voicemails. 49 new web results containing your name.
Namjoon's name sits atop of the results, as if your phone knew exactly what you needed.
Please call me. I'm freaking out. I don't know any of your members numbers. If you don't call me soon, I'm going to come over there.
The text was sent last night. You don't know if Namjoon is being serious or not, but you sit up and press the call icon next to his name anyway. He answers almost immediately. “Y/N? Is this you? Why haven't you been answering your phone?”
You pause, unable to find your voice. “Y/N?”
“I had to turn it off, Namjoon. I couldn't handle what they were saying.”
He groans, long and pained. “How did this happen, Sweets? Why did you tell them to confirm that we were dating?”
Listening close enough, it almost sounds as if he's accusing you of something. With your guard up so high, you latch on to it, your pride shoving away any kind of desires. “Excuse me? Why did you tell them to deny that we were?”
“Sweets, I know we've always talked about going public but now is not the time. The Grammys are announcing nominations in the next day or so and-”
“The Recording Academy doesn't give a shit about who you're dating, Namjoon. America doesn't … doesn't take away deserved success based on something so trivial,” you say, your voice cracking as you remember your own opportunities being stolen from you so easily earlier today. “And for your information, I didn't tell them to confirm our relationship. They didn't even speak with me about it. Did Big Hit … did they ask you? Did you tell them to deny it?”
There's a deafening silence on the other end of the line for what feels like an eternity. “I didn't have a choice. I had to think of the boys first.”
You gulp, nodding your head even though he can't see you.
Although you harbor nothing but love, friendship and respect for the other members of BTS, you knew that Namjoon's loyalty was often split between you and them. Working hard in your group, there were times when you completely understood his devotion to them. They were a team, a family. They've worked so hard to get to where they're at and Namjoon can't let a personal scandal – you, you're the scandal – take any of that away. But what about you? You've known Namjoon as long as Yoongi and Jin have. You've been just as close – even closer – to him. You've been his driving force and he has been yours.
So why is it only BTS? Why can't Namjoon find space in his loyalty for you as well?
You decide that's an argument for another day.
“Did they tell you not to see me anymore?” you ask quietly, fingers picking at the fabric of your blanket. He sighs and you know that's a definite yes.
“It's what they told me, yes. But I don't plan on listening. There's nothing in my contract that says I can't date. Did they tell you not see me?”
“They did.”
“Sweets-”
“Joonie, can you come over?” you ask, unable to disguise the sob in your voice. “I know it's a really bad idea right now with everything going on but I need to see you. Please.”
He sighs heavily and you have a strong suspicion that he's trying to generate a reason to deny your request. In the end, he relents. “I'll be over in fifteen. Do you need anything? Are you members okay with me being there?”
“I don't need anything but you and my members have all gone to learn choreography.”
“Why didn't you go with them?” The surprise in his tone is palpable. You ignore it.
“I'll see you soon. I love you,” you mumble, ending the call before he can say anything. Glancing up at your reflection in the vanity mirror across the room, you sigh. Has there ever been a time that you've looked worst than this? You try to think back but you honestly can't recall. Red skin, puffy eyes, hair greasy and thrown up in a messy bun, oversized sweatpants and one of Namjoon's giant hoodies. Should you change your clothes? Put some make-up on?
In the end, you decide to settle for quickly washing your hair in the bathroom sink. If you expect Namjoon to wrap you up in arms later, you don't want it to be spoiled with an inhalation of dirty hair. By the time you've finished drying the ends with a towel, the doorbell rings. The security camera confirms that it's Namjoon, clad in all black with his chin dipped down and an oversized face mask hiding his features. You buzz him in and he bustles in within seconds, pausing to glance around every corner warily before closing the door behind him.
He's not even completely turned towards you when you lunge, wrapping both arms around his neck and tucking your face into the crook of his neck. He's startled at first, stumbling backwards a few steps before he steadies himself and slowly melts into you. His long arms wrap themselves around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer. You hate the way your muscles immediately relax as your face presses against the warmth of his neck. You hate how the colossal rainstorm in your chest fades into a lulling drizzle when he rocks back and forth on his heels, swaying both of your bodies. You hate how for this brief pocket of time, you manage to forget anything and everything except Namjoon and how undeniably, distressingly in love with him you are.
You don't realize you're crying until Namjoon is lifting your chin, using the pads of his thumbs to gently wipe away the moisture on your cheeks. You watch his dimples as they deepen with his frown, surveying the damage done to your face. “Sweets, you've been crying. What happened? Did management go hard on you?”
You dump your face back into his neck, muffling your voice. “I don't want to talk about it.”
You hear him sigh before you're suddenly swept over your feet, squealing in surprise when he begins to carry you to the couch. He sits gently, lowering you onto his lap. His hand reaches up to press your the side of your face against his chest. “We need to talk about it. We need to be on the same page if we're going to get through this, okay?”
“Namjoon, if this is too hard … if being with me is going to cause you-”
“No,” he protests sternly. “We're not going down that road. Like I said, there is nothing in my contract that says I can't date. Besides, BTS is kind of … well, we're huge right now. They wouldn't even touch the idea of messing with that.”
You want to giggle at his words because he often has these moments of being rightfully cocky and you absolutely love it, but a bucket of cold, hard reality washes over you when you remember why you were in such desperate need of cuddles in the first place.
“Namjoon?” you mumble into the fabric of his sweater. He hums in response, his hand coming to glide soothingly along your spine. “They pulled me from the comeback.”
His fingers stop moving. He cranes his neck to look at your face directly and it suddenly makes sense why you're with him and not your group right now. Now that he's looking for it, he can see the devastation on your face. He knew how important this comeback was to you, how excited you were and how hard you had worked. Namjoon recalls a dinner date a few weeks ago in which you confessed all about your daydreams and visions that this song was the song for FRNZEE. You had already pictured yourself and the other members taking home your first music show trophy after three long years of insanely hard work, high expectations and even higher disappointments. Namjoon wanted it so badly for you. He knew that if your confidence and pride for this comeback meant anything, it's that you were sure to finally find some of the success you deserve.
The fact that Namjoon has played a part in destroying that for you is killing him.
“Sweets … Baby, I'm so sorry,” he croaks. You smile sadly when you notice his eyes go glassy. “Is there anyone from your management I can speak to? Do you think my team can try to convince yours to let you back in?”
Your snort sarcastically. “I'm supposed to be staying away from you, remember?”
“We're not letting them break us apart, Y/N. I meant that. We'll get through this, okay? With the way this industry has been going lately, it's only a matter of time before another drug scandal comes out and our story will be forgotten by the media.”
You lean your head back against his chest, nodding in agreement. There's a comfortable silence between the two of you. Namjoon is great with words but he's also wonderful with expressing himself through gestures. The fingers tapping along your spine, his lips grazing against the crown of your head, his foot gently kicking yours as they dangle together. You're okay. I love you. Stay strong. He says the most when he doesn't say anything.
“Sweets, do you want to just join BTS as the eighth member?”
It's such an absurd thing to say that you can't help but laugh loudly. The sound makes Namjoon's chest swell in relief. “No, seriously. We can move Jungkook to the rap line and you can take his place as a vocalist. I know you could keep up with the choreography plus imagine how great it'd be for me to see you in your tiny workout clothes every time we practiced.”
You laugh again, shoving his shoulder. “That would mean the rest of the boys would get to enjoy me in my tiny workout clothes as well. Does that still sound like a good idea to you?”
He hums in consideration. “Okay, new plan. Hear me out – you and I have our own practice sessions and-”
“You're being ridiculous,” you giggle but play along. “How about I join you in a sub-unit? I think we'd go pretty well together and we'd get all the private practice sessions we want.”
His grin is dazzling as he leans closer into you, giving you those hooded eyes that usually mean he's up to no good. “I think that's the best idea you've ever had, Sweets. Should we start a practice session right now?”
You push yourself up to meet him halfway, your lips skimming his. “I don't have any tiny workout clothes with me though.”
“What a shame. I guess you'll just have to wear no clothes at all,” he quips smoothly before closing the gap between your lips, his tongue slipping through to hurriedly deepen the kiss. Twisting your body around on the soft, you find yourself straddling his lap again, your hands gripping his shoulders to keep you steady. He already has your shirt off and thrown to the floor when his phone begins to ring. Tearing his lips from yours, he groans when he pulls the device out of his pocket and sees Jin's name, tossing it to the side before returning his attention to your waiting lips. The second time the phone rings, his shirt has been discarded and you were drafting circles around a vein on his jugular with your tongue. Glancing at the screen, you sigh. “It's Jin again. Maybe you should see what he wants.”
He groans, louder this time before swiping to answer the call. “Jin, somebody better be dead or dying over there. What do you need?”
You're absentmindedly tracing the raised skin on one of his abs when he jolts upright, nearly knocking you off of his lap. The look on his face is hard to decipher. Shock? Fear? Disbelief?
“Joonie, what happened? Is everyone okay?” you whisper frantically, leaning in close to the phone. You can hear Jin garbling out words though you can't understand what they are. “Is Jin crying? Namjoon, what's going on?”
When he doesn't answer, you snatch the phone from his hand. “Jin? This is Y/N. Can you tell me what's going on? Jin? Kim Seokjin, are you there?” There's no answer. When you glance at the screen, you notice the call has long since ended.
“We did it,” your boyfriend mumbles in awe. You frown in confusion.
“What did you do?”
“Grammy … the Grammys announced nominations and … we …”
Oh my god. You rest your hands on his chest to propel yourself up as you look at him. Beneath your fingers, his skin vibrates with the quick pounding of his heart.
“Was BTS nominated for a Grammy?”
“Three,” he says, finally breaking out of his trance to lock eyes with you. “Three Grammys. We're nominated for three fucking Grammys, Sweets.”
His wide eyes matching your wide eyes, you both take a second to process this news before you break, leaping off of the couch. He howls in joy and you scream in excitement, scooping you up in his arms and twirling you in celebratory circles around the living room.
“Oh my god, you did it. Joonie, I'm so proud of you. K-pop at the Grammys! Joonie, you're marking milestones here!”
“I'm shaking,” he confesses, holding his arm out to show you his quivering arm. “I can't believe this is really happening. The boys and I … oh shit – the boys.”
“What?”
“Sweets, I have to go,” he says, his excitement suddenly wavering. His eyes move toward his phone on the couch, where it lights up with Jimin's name. You're sure that in the midst of your happy twirls, his phone has probably displayed the names of all six other members. “I want to stay and celebrate with you but ...”
“No way,” you force a laugh, mustering the most convincing grin you can. “I know the boys probably have champagne waiting for you. Go celebrate! Give my congrats to the rest of the boys, okay?”
Namjoon doesn't buy it. There's a war in his mind, an overwhelmingly large side telling him that it's only right to be with the rest of the members at a time like this. It's a moment that he's going to remember for this rest of his life – shouldn't he share that memory with the other six that helped make it happen? Another part of his mind screams for him to stay here with you. You have always been the one that brought him up from his pessimism. You have always been the one that forced him to envision a day where something like this would happen for him. Why shouldn't you be the one that shares this memory with him?
In the end, he's gathering his things and saying goodbye to you at your door with a soft kiss and promise of tomorrow. As the car disappears from view, he doesn't see your crestfallen face or the lone tear that drops to the grass at your feet. You didn't expect him to stay nor did you want to him to stay – of course he should be with his members at a time like this. What you didn't expect was the sense of finality that took Namjoon's place in the air around you. You were obscenely happy for him so why … why does something not feel right?
NEXT CHAPTER --->
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cyphwr-web · 3 years
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➛ ⻡ namseok i𝗰o𝕟s 〰 ❤︎
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﹟ like or reblog 𓈒 ﹫ cyphwr-web ໑
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Happy Hobi Day! 💞
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