The Post You @ Me In Made Me Cry, Thank U Soooo Much And Im So Happy My Stories Made Your Days/nights

the post you @ me in made me cry, thank u soooo much and im so happy my stories made your days/nights at least a little bit better ♥️🥰 i hope 2020 brings you happiness!! ♥️♥️

THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! eveything you write made my entire day istg🥺💕💕 it’s the least I could do @loveejoon

Namjoon is the type of boyfriend to love you blindly. He is usually such a cautious and meticulous man, but when it comes to you, he’d follow you into a burning building without a second thought. You are everything he’s not, and that’s what made him fall in love with you. He’d be working on some piece of music, and he’s stuck so heavily in writers block he can’t even form a coherent sentence, but you come into the studio with the car keys and some delicious homemade food in a picnic basket. You tell him the park is only down the road, but it’s really an hour and half away, but he doesn’t notice because he loves watching the way your hair whips around from the window being down, and the way your finger tip taps on the steering wheel to the beat of the song that you’re singing so loudly he can barely hear his own thoughts, but it’s okay, because his thoughts are all about you, and who would want to be thinking about you when you’re right in front of him, making him realize why he associated the word love with a face, your face. He’d lay his head in your lap, the leaves from the tree above making the most calming noise. You’d be reading a book you found on his side of the bed, and began to read where he left off, because he always marked the last spot he stopped. He didn’t care about the story, he just loved the way you narrated this otherwise boring story into a magnificent movie. He’d lay in bed, pajama bottoms hanging from his hips, the air from the fan moving against his bare chest, and you’d be straddled over his waist, hands on either side of his chest, fingers grazing down his ribs. His skin tingling just from the lightest of your touches. You’d look down at his body, admirning the honey colored skin, but he would be admirning you, and the way your bottom lip got sucked in between your teeth, and the gentle love that filled your eyes, heavy lashes clashing against the skin of your cheeks. You two would be taking a walk in the rain, one hand tangled with yours, the other holding an umbrella. You would stop, and Joon knew the look on your face, saying a timid ‘baby…what are you going to do?’ And you would take the umbrella from his hand, closing it and dashing across the park, leaving him to be showered in water. He’d gasp and run after you, his long legs catching up with you in no time, wrapping both arms around your waist from behind, picking you up off the ground, as you squealed and giggled, and for once, he didn’t care who looked at him or what people thought, cause he had you, and god he was lucky to be in love with you. He’d finally twirl you into his arms, holding your face in his hands, gazing down at you, while you looked up at him, the whole world disappearing around you. All the mattered was his lips pressing into yours, heating your body from your head to your toes. You’d come home and share a hot shower together. He’d stand behind you, tracing his fingers over your bare skin, leaning down to press tender kisses into your neck. You’d cuddle up on the couch, watching a movie, but you’d be kissing each of his finger tips as you played with his hand. He was never really into movies, but you always suggested it. You never cared for movies either, but you thought he loved them, so you distracted yourself with any part of his body that he’d allow you to touch. In bed, you two would either be playful, tickling each other, playfully swatting his hand away when he tried to pull you into his arms, and he’d pout. Or hiding under the sheets, only the moonlight barely illuminating your bodies, as your arms and legs intertwined together. Some nights you’d stay awake till the sun came up, talking about life, and the future, or why the sky was blue or the way your love has created him into a better man. On tour, he would constantly be sending you texts, or FaceTiming when he had a free moment, he’d wear your hairtie around his wrist, and he’d run his thumb over it just before getting on stage to calm his nerves.

When people told him he needed to recharge, he’d run to you, cause you were the one true thing that fed his soul, and rid him of the loneliness that still plagued his mind from time to time. When he wrote about love, he was writing about you. You were his endless muse, you were the key to all the doors he had locked himself inside. You were the fire the kept him going, and you were the anchor that kept him still. He always told you that he thought he had lived an extraordinary life, but he didn’t know extraordinary till he met you.

guys help i’m LOSING MY GODDAMN MIND over these fat tiger art scrolls

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I think at a certain point you’ve just got to nod and agree with whatever parents say and then go along and do whatever you think is right anyway…they have such a restricted view on things based on their own negative or positive experiences they don’t realise it might be different for you

This tea thoooo

Big Hit Entertainment’s statement regarding the JTBC News segment in full.

I love one company

Super cool hairstyle