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a cat is playing a pink toy piano on its hind legs . ALT: a cat is playing a pink toy piano on its hind legs .

I'm working and listening to the singing songs from Yoongi (aka Life Goes On, People...). It's so good to hear him sing. 🥰 I can imagine his mother saying "play a song for me Yoongi-ah" right after saying he looks good in long hair 😅 you know what I mean? Or am I alone in this?

1. V (on DNA)
2. Yoongi
3. Yoongi
4. Namjoon
5. DNA or Idol, can't remember. Both on the same day, for sure
6. Don't remember... but I did binge watch every episode available
7. Idol or DNA
8. That's hard ...Outro: Tear, 134340, Pied Piper, Airplane pt.2...
9. BT21 chimmy notebook and pen

Yoongi and Namjoon after performing Strange during D-Day final concert. They are clasping hands in that "bro hug" type way. Yoongi's expression is of a smile that is begging to be wide and gummy, but is close-lipped with crinkly-smiley eyes. The pride and love on Yoongi's face is palpable. That's his guy right there, being the same brave dude who took to the stage even with shaking hands to beat rappers many years older, to address nations, to represent his team in front of a world stage. Namjoon was nervous as hell, but his Yoongi hyung knew him through it all. Yoongi gave up the stage for a performance Namjoon hadn't even finished yet. He knew we would all listen and love the man before us anyway, same as he does.

saw this in my phone gallery again. and. fawk.

a close up of a person 's face with a hand on their chin . Alt: a close up of a person 's face with a hand on their chin .

Do you think we should expect a Jin or a BTS content in December?

everythingoes
Chapter 2 is out!
This time Yoongi gets to meet Nari 😍
#yoonmin #btsfics

ao3: archiveofourown.org/works/731421...

Back in 2020 I knew I couldn't get used to all the Yoongi I was getting, those were not normal times. What keeps my peace is to imagine that now he might be getting to enjoy the things he likes freely. That being said, today I'm missing him some extra amount

Min Yoongi holding a cup of coffee

Can Jimin please post a "proof of life" picture of Yoongi?

Collage of light images with touches of orange

yoonmin au —
A blind musician. A dance teacher with a child. A slow return to music, trust, and the sound of being alive.

Chapter 1 on ao3: archiveofourown.org/works/731421...

“Let’s try a quarter turn,” Jimin said. “Define quarter.” “Listen to me. When I move, I’ll tell you where I am. You turn toward my voice until you face me. Ready?” He wasn’t, but he nodded. Footsteps — soft, deliberate — circled him. “Here,” Jimin said. “Now.” Yoongi turned, slow, cautious. The cane tip described a small arc. He misjudged the final angle and overbalanced. A hand caught his forearm. Warm, firm. Reflexively, he pulled away. “Don’t touch me.” “Sorry,” Jimin said quietly. “You were falling.” He steadied his breath. “Then let me fall.”

archiveofourown.org/works/731421...

Collage of light images with touches of orange

yoonmin au —
A blind musician. A dance teacher with a child. A slow return to music, trust, and the sound of being alive.

Chapter 1 on ao3: archiveofourown.org/works/731421...

It's out! And I named it everythingoes 💜

Yoonmin AU
Yoongi is blind
Jimin is a dance teacher
Jimin is a single dad
Chapter 1 of ?

ao3: archiveofourown.org/works/731421...

Print from a comment on ao3's The Corridor that turned twice. It reads: I had this open for like 3 days and decided that tonight was the perfect time to read this. I didn’t expect the passion, the feelings and mostly the engagement of pulling in the reader into the story. There are only a few authors who can make the reader feel the characters, you definitely are one of them. It was exquisite to read this. I just hope that you can keep writing with such passion for a long time.

I don't know how to reply to these type of comments 🥹😭 I need to do better on my comments when I like what I read, people are SO generous

The doctor said the word again, as if repetition could turn advice into fact. She folded her hands, cleared her throat, and allowed the room to click quietly back into its careful arrangement: heater hum, pen lid, shoes on polished floor. “Activities that recruit the whole body,” she said, voice level, winter-dry. “Walking groups, swimming. Dance therapy is showing promise. Your friend mentioned a teacher he trusts.” Yoongi counted the heater’s sighs instead of meeting the sentence. Even without sight, he could tell the office was too bright; the light made a noise of its own, a thin ringing coming from above his head. He didn’t sit so much as brace the chair. The cane leaned against his leg like a third opinion. “Dance,” he said, and left the word on the table to see if it would embarrass anyone. It didn’t. Doctors had learned to let language harden around them like ice.

Maybe tomorrow?
#yoonmin

I started writing a yoomin fic this weekend and it's so hard to concentrate on work today, because I keep thinking about it. 😭 Do other authors suffer from that too? 🫣

Min yoongi with long hair and a knitted shirt that highlights his broad shoulders

I'm rewatching Run BTS! Next Top Genius ep and boy is Yoongi hot in here

Jimin with black hair, white shirt and black shorts. Seated outside at a poolside and smiling gently

Today's the day of the kindest sould out there. I hope the day is as gentle with him as he is with others. Wishing him all the best. #HappyJiminDay

moodboard for a new namgi fic

“How did you meet?”
One question and over twenty-five years unwind. Yoongi is a producer who never stays; Namjoon is a reporter who shows up. A slow-burn about accidents turning into choices. Love at first sight, eventually.
🕠namgi
🕣10,645 words

ao3: archiveofourown.org/works/71930141

Ok, it's out!
Love at First Sight, Eventually

🕠namgi
🕣10,645 words
🕞inspired by a @MeetCutesNYC video

on ao3: archiveofourown.org/works/71930141

Taehyung walking by a french garden dresses in long brown coat. Soft warm light

Like a character written by Jane Austen

Namjoon circled the block once before he went in. He’d arrived early, then made himself late. He hated being the first to show up anywhere — it gave him too much time to imagine the wrong version of things. Journalism hadn’t taught him how to date. He always talked too much, or not enough, or veered off into abstractions when the other person just wanted another drink. Hoseok had laughed: You need someone who can keep up.

Today's live made me want to share a little spoiler on a #namgi fic I will post today. Namjoon here is also a yapper who talks too fast about too many different things at once 💜

Thank you 💜

namjoon wearing a blue cap and plaid shirt over a white top. He is smiling at the camera and show his dimples

This guy... every time Namjoon opens his mouth I fall more in love with him. And he looks this good!

He was standing a few paces behind her, watching her with a stillness that felt familiar and foreign at once. He looked older, sharper somehow. Civilian again — in tailored layers and worn-in boots — but there was something about his bearing that hadn’t quite shed the uniform. A quiet self-discipline. A still ocean under grey skies. She turned slowly. “Namjoon.” He offered a small smile. “Didn’t expect to see you here.” “Me neither,” she said. “But then again… I guess this is where we always met.” He nodded remembering their first encounters. “I was invited to speak on the art panel tomorrow. Thought I’d come early.” She didn’t ask who had invited him. Or if he had come alone. Instead, she looked back at the installation. “I used to think mirror pieces like this were too literal. But now I don’t mind seeing things fractured. At least they’re still there.” His gaze lingered on her face. “You look good.” “So do you.” That was the most dangerous part: neither of them looked undone. Just changed.

All the Namjoon SFMOMA news has got me thinking about this story that is very dear to me.

ao3: archiveofourown.org/works/683102...

Beginning of an ao3 story

Still deciding if I should post this new #namgi today or not. I might want to tweak it a little.

And yes, it is inspired by one of the latest stories from the Instagram account that talks to couples in New York.

Pic collage of Yoongi and Namjoon

The Corridor That Turned Twice | 6k | #namgi #남기 🔞

Two neighbors. Two unfaithful spouses. One love affair lit like neon in the rain.

archiveofourown.org/works/71171451

Pic collage of Yoongi and Namjoon

The Corridor That Turned Twice | 6k | #namgi #남기 🔞

Two neighbors. Two unfaithful spouses. One love affair lit like neon in the rain.

archiveofourown.org/works/71171451

Kim Namjoon smiling brightly. He is wearing sun glasses and a sand colored knitted sweater

The most gorgeous smile in the world

Summer leaned in. Air filled with the heat that pries open sleep. On a Sunday morning Yoongi wrote a letter he didn’t intend to send. It began: “I have always liked small rooms.” He listed every small room he could remember: the pantry in his grandmother’s house, the ferry cabin that shook like a cheap drum, a waiting room in a clinic where the magazines were a decade old, the tailor’s fitting booth where customers turned, embarrassed by their own bodies. He had the thought that love is only possible when you accept the size of the life you can bear. He folded the letter and slipped it under the false bottom of the tea tin. That night, he dreamed he was trapped in the elevator again, but alone. The emergency light flickered, then steadied. When the door slid open at last, he stepped out into a corridor that extended without end and realized he had become another person’s future, misdelivered. Namjoon, for his part, began to collect coincidences. He wrote them in a notebook he kept under the atlas. “July 13, bus number 402 appears three times in an hour, each time with a different driver.” “July 18, sparrow trapped in the office lobby, refuses open door, leaves by stairwell.” “July 23, headline I cut last winter returns with the same words in reverse order.” As if conscious life were a set of tiles and he was trying to see the picture by counting how many had the same shade of blue. People who have not been in love might say that nothing happened between Yoongi and Namjoon. People who have been will know that everything did.

👀
archiveofourown.org/works/71171451

Collage of min yoongi and namjoon pis

New namgi fic inspired by Wong Kar-Wai's In the mood for Love.

archiveofourown.org/works/71171451

Collage of min yoongi and namjoon pis

New namgi fic inspired by Wong Kar-Wai's In the mood for Love.

archiveofourown.org/works/71171451