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flipsideds · 4 years

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it’s all run amuck.

a server’s dropped two trays of fresh-baked scones, and the confections litter the floor like fallen leaves, purple-pink icing making the banquet hall look less like the site of a charity benefit and more like the streets of chilham mid-fall. it lights nostalgia beneath his ribs, and flip finds his lips tugging into a wistful smile.

but then a penguin-prettied guest clears his throat and arches a bristly brow.

“ right then, ” flip says with a curt nod. he clasps his hands, gaze sweeping one final dance across the sugar speckled floor. “ i’ll see to some replacements for you. ” he forces a gentle smile –– the chasm between the man’s brows only deepens.

amuck indeed.

flip glides toward the kitchen. he’s a smooth-sailing afternoon cloud; light. airy. bloody nervous.

oh, dear.

flip allan bell has a case of the collywobbles, theodore, his old assistant would tease whenever he’d drop a bowl, tray, or spoon. the best baker’s hand he’d been, that one. it’s a shame he ––

flip blinks. thinks of flames, of ink black smoke. then tries not to think about anything at all.

quick fingers collect ingredients, combine. get to kneading. in here, there’s no clammer. no crowd. just sugar, butter, flour. a baffled baker’s best friend. he’ll forget the chaos, for a little while. he’ll close his eyes as he brings cherry compote to a simmer, and think of home.

or, alternatively : greetings loved ones!! my name is linc ( 21 / est / she/her ) and here is the ever so lovely, ever so flighty phillip allan bell !

below the cut you’ll find a messy run-down of who he is, where he’s come from, and where he’s headed. i am so excited to write with all of you !! he’s fresh out of the oven ( just ask nika ) so i am head over heels for watching him grow in the windy city !

toss on some nat king cole, julie london, billie holiday, chet baker & let’s get cookin’.

— && guests may mistake me as david corenswet, but really i am phillip "flip" allan bell + cis male + he/him/his and my DOB is 02/29/1992. i am applying for the banquet manager position as part of the EHP and would like to live in suite 201. i should be hired because i am + breezy, expressive, peaceable, but i can also be flighty, perplexed, vacillant at times. personally, i like to bake sweets, not hum along to nat king cole while dancing around my flat alone, and most certainly never wear trousers that are just a bit too short to show off my eccentric sock collection when off the clock, but that won’t interfere with work. thank you for your consideration!

h i s t o r y .

born in the small english village of chilham, phillip allan bell never knew his parents––but they took great care in stapling a note with his name, birthday, and favorite color to the blanket he was found swaddled in on the steps of the local market. ( phillip allan. 29 february. needs green. ) or, at least, that’s how flip tells the story. it’s unclear whether or not his parents’ chicken scratch called for green the color, or green the currency.

when phillip started speaking, he couldn’t properly say his own name. hence the nickname flip was born. the other children in the group home took to it easily, so the single-syllable stuck.

he spent the majority of his childhood in and out of foster homes throughout kent, always returning to the same group home after intervals of six months to a year. he began helping in the kitchen early on, so he became known as flip baker –– whether in foster care or the care of group home supervisors, flip always came to dinner with a new sweet treat for the others to try. people wouldn’t want to end their time fostering him because they loved the food. but in the end, the poor boy wouldn’t be adopted. reasons tended to ring much the same, “ oh, he’s lovely, really. what a sweetheart. just a bit too nervous for us, we’re afraid. ”

in fact, nervousness colored most of flip’s young life. from loud noises to spiders to fitting in, his mind always spun about endless possibilities –– quite rarely the good ones. the kitchen was the only place he truly quieted this tendency. he baked and cooked with steady hand, when he was alone. other folks in the kitchen with him would disrupt that cadence, but flip was never one to complain. he’d just fumble a bit, laugh nervously, and move along. he’s a remarkable chef –– and the kitchen always has ample marks to prove it.

shortly after turning 16, flip relocated to london. an older couple agreed to foster and adopt him as their own, but that stability was short-lived. they perished in an apartment fire just two months later. their youngest son, theodore, agreed to take him under his wing. at only 18, the two boys became fast friends. when flip decided to open his own bakery, theodore offered to be his assistant. from then on, the sweet by & by was born.

the bakery quickly rose to fame in the london area. people traveled from far and wide to try the legendary fruit scones, fresh cakes, and scrumptious sourdough. the bbc did a feature on the bakery for one of their london food series, and the sweet by & by began attracting tourists for something more than its treats : its adorably frenetic baker. the kitchen was always spotted, his cheeks always dotted with icing or sugar. but he’d always greet customers with a molten-honey smile. tender green eyes. for years, the bakery prospered. flip prospered. he rose early to bake. he and theodore experimented with new recipes, danced around the kitchen to billie holiday, nat king cole... things were brilliant. radiant. whole. and then came the fire.

( tw: fire, death ) it happened while on a morning that was... well. most unusual. typically, flip and theodore would open the bakery together––3am sharp. they’d start preparing the day’s fresh goods, oldies playing softly on the stereo around them. but this september day in particular started off like no other: with theodore opening. alone. flip had stayed the night at one of his friends’ flats, unplanned. they’d hosted a housewarming party, and broken out his kryptonite: good bourbon. he’d drank more than his fill, and shot a text to theodore asking if it’d be alright if he started out the next day on his own. theodore agreed with a cheeky reply, getting some, are you, flip? right! as if. both men thought nothing of it. the opening, the slight shift in daily pattern. flip would be in by noon and business would carry on as usual. except flip always handled the faulty oven. on this particular morning, the device’s... quirks... slipped theodore’s mind. it took twenty minutes for the wires to start smoking. thirty minutes before theodore, swirling about the countertops with earbuds in, realized something was burning. on september 30, 2020 the sweet by & by burnt to the ground. and three days later, by smoke inhalation, it took flip’s dearest friend with it.

and that’s how it goes, innit? the story? the heartache? standing on the corner of upland and darrell road dressed in his funeral tie, squinting through scorched brick and metal like maybe, maybe if he stared hard enough, theodore, alive and well, might rise from the ashes. he didn’t. he didn’t, and flip visited the property each day for a week until he realized... he never would. he sorted through theodore’s personal affects. finally started his adopted surname, bell, as his own. he appeased reporters, for a little while. told the story, expressed how much he’d miss his best friend. his brother. but what about the bakery?, they’d ask. what about the sweet by & by? in the last interview flip ever did for the local stations, he reckoned perhaps that chapter, however sweet, was now meant to close. somewhere, online, there’s footage of him blinking through tears. twisting theo’s favorite ring around his own middle finger. green –– tsavorite. it means compassion, theodore had explained one night, after closing up. after they’d snatched a pint at the local pub and meandered on home. benevolence. beauty. somewhere, online, a reporter asks flip about that very stone. somewhere, online, flip pretends he didn’t hear it.

then came the bubble wrapping. the cardboard, packing tape. fingers rubbed raw from crinkling tape around itself, tearing it off, starting again. after theodore’s services, after relinquishing the bakery property to dulwich, flip packs his bags. he buys himself a nap, a pack of werther’s originals, and flees across the sea.

to chicago. the windy city. it’s always been circled on theodore’s map of america. that’s one i’d like to see someday, he’d say over a glass of bourbon. reckon they’re as tough as they seem? flip would always shrug, take a sip of his own drink. he didn’t know. but now? now, he would. on the plane, he spins theodore’s ring around his middle finger. even when he falls asleep, his forefinger and thumb stay there, shielding.

his initial thought is... perhaps he’ll open a bakery. but with the financial losses from the blaze, flip knows better than to embark on such an undertaking. so he does the responsible thing –– he finds a respectable job, at a respectable inn. the american experience, he hears theodore croon in the back of his mind, as he fills out his application. he’s jet lagged, distracted –– he doesn’t realize he’s checked the wrong box until the material’s been sent. and then he gets it. a banquet manager. oh, dear –– he hasn’t the faintest idea where to begin.

d i s p o s i t i o n .

born on a leap year. meaning he’s 28. but also 7.

for real footage of how flip handles himself in the kitchen, or just in general, check out this video. do i watch it daily? yes. did it inspire the general framework for flip’s frenetic kitchen tendencies? ...maybe. the chief difference lies in the result. things may crash and burn. it might look like it’s about to fall apart. but he always, always pulls it into a beautiful success.

he’s got a very deep-seated fear of fire. he’ll light candles in his flat only to flinch and snuff them out. if someone in the kitchen cooks with wine or vinegar and the skillet bursts into flame, he’ll look as though he’s seen a ghost. and he believes he’s subtle about it; oh, he truly does. but anyone with two eyes and a brain can piece together this man is very uneasy around flames.

he’s moved here with truly no plan, beyond experiencing chicago in all its glory, to make good on theodore’s dream. but as glorious and exciting as that is, he’s petrified. please help him.

there’s... a lot of unresolved traumas and sadness regarding his childhood. the bell family was the first to truly see him and give him, in all his anxious entirety, a chance. losing his last link to them has been... difficult, to say the least.

he’s a sucker for oldie music. god. it transports him. you can frequently find him in the malnati kitchens after hours whipping up something beautiful to a background of billie holiday or french classics. humming along, eyes closed, swaying... he’s graceful, truly –– when he’s not thinking about anything.

very terrible about crushes. very terrible about crushes on him. flirting sends his brain into overdrive and... often, he short-circuits. ask him a question about himself he isn’t expecting and he’ll handle it kindly, but will look like a deer in headlights.

amendment: more often than not looks like a deer in headlights.

peaceful at his core. but with the ruckus and the world raging around him, there’s always something more to worry about. if he gives you winnie the pooh vibes, it typically means he’s spinning.

he has a very delightful way of managing, mostly because he’s scared shitless of people being mean. he handles every blip and bump with ease. but inside? he’s fretting.

amendment: most often, he’s fretting. very little quiets his mind. baking, maybe. you can tell he’s having a shit time if he shows up unannounced with endless supplies of new recipes.

adores poetry. he likes reading in public spaces, people watching. he’ll often mouth the words to himself, brow furrowed, eyes lighting like he’s seeing suns rise and fall for the first time.

he’s been in love once in his life. her name was georgie. she was the epitome of breathlessness, milky sunlight, espresso brewed on a crisp morning. she was... not who he thought she was. ( she cheated, after two years of time spent together. he found them out, on a date, on an impromptu trip to brixton market for fresh supplies. )

pansexual and very aware of it. he’s in denial about people fancying him. but he very frequently develops small admirations for people, from afar.

6′4, very tall. his pants are always a slight bit too short. if you tell him, he’ll act surprised, the beautifully eccentric socks peeking out from underneath will suggest otherwise.

he’s never had a s’more. he can’t tell if he’s more intrigued or scared by the thought of them.

doesn’t like birds, particularly ones that swoop low. ( there’ve been incidents. ) he also doesn’t take a great liking to men in tall hats. ( another incident. )

make fun of his accent please i beg you. he does not know how to handle it. he’ll stammer and chuckle and it’ll be bloody amazing, i promise you.

c o n n e c t i o n s .

MAGNOLIA BARNES –– friend. they met during her time in london. neither of them are aware they’re in the same city now, let alone the same hotel. i imagine flip hasn’t told her about the bakery yet. it hasn’t really made news outside of england, so that will certainly be... a story to tell.

FLIRTATIONSHIP / SOMETHING MORE –– just imagine this nervous little bean navigating a new love connection... please... he’ll be a mess.

TOUR GUIDES –– ever wanted to show someone your version of chicago? now’s your chance! flip is so bloody new to this place. he gets lost almost always.

CONFIDANT –– they talk about anything and everything. perhaps not all of it. but there’s an unspoken trust between them. they likely met in the most unlikely of ways, and here we are now.

literally anything under the sun? oh my WORD it has been an epoch since i’ve rped and i’m just. here for any of it. all of it. cute neighbor shit. mailroom mishaps. friends. enemies. someone who keeps sneaking the last of the lobby mints. i want anything you want to throw at me!!

#death tw #fire tw #malnatiooc #intro.#☼ –– there’s a feeling within me; an everglow ! inspo.#ahhh i'm sO EXCITE

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vantemei · 6 years

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seokjin has known he wants to marry taehyung since their their second anniversary. taehyung had had to leave early to film for his ongoing drama of the time, hwarang, and he'd been gone before seokjin had even been awake but he had left a note. "i love you, i hope you dreamed of me - your taehyungie". the same note he always left when he had to leave early.

seokjin had had a slow day, one of his few days off to spend lazing around in their shared penthouse in gangnam. seokjin hadn't really planned to do much for their anniversary on the actual day knowing that taehyung would be exhausted when he got home from filming in the cold all day. taehyung took him by complete surprise when he showed up with a dozen roses and a beautifully wrapped customized gucci coat. seokjing had felt bad about not getting taehyung anything because they had agreed not to but taehyung had taken his hand and pulled him close and told him 'as long as i can keep waking up with you by my side for the rest of my life, you don't ever have to give me anything else.'

seokjin had cried and realized right then and there he was going to marry kim taehyung.

it's been two years since then and seokjin is finally ready to propose. they're both finishing their last few press events for separate dramas and movies since their both actors and they'll have enough time off to plan their wedding and take a nice long, relaxing honeymoon.

the only problem is, he keeps getting interrupted. the night he made reservations at their favorite restaurant he was about to pull out the ring when a camera flash had gone off and they both froze, heads whipping around to see a caught looking woman with her phone out. they had smiled politely at her and left, taking their orders to go and they spent the night re-watching descendants of the sun.

the next time was during taehyung's birthday. they had planned a nice small party with their close friends and seokjin had pulled taehyung aside to give him his first gift, an expensive shirt he had been eyeing during paris fashion week that seokjin had pulled a few strings to get before it was officially released. he was about to go down on his knee and propose when a drunk park jimin had burst their little bubble to give taehyung a celebratory birthday lap dance. seokjin didn't even have time to be annoyed between giggles and full blown laughter as his boyfriend tucked shiso leaves into the band of jimin's boxers.

if only he knew, taehyung was having the same problem.

kim taehyung had known he would marry seokjin since their fifth date. taehyung had been at a complete loss for what to do when the restaurant he had been planning to take seokjin to had been closed and seokjin had easily smiled and directed him somewhere else. they ended up at a small roadside food tent where seokjin proceeded to order to 'monster bowls'. a challenge meal with two two liter bowls of budaejiggae that would be free if eaten in under twenty minutes. seokjin finished his in fifteen and taehyung had looked at him wide eyed and red cheeked and decided right then and there this was someone he could spend his life with.

he had worried whether the restaurant he had chosen would be good enough, if his hair looked alright, if his clothes weren't fancy enough. sure taehyung was a popular up and coming actor but at the time he had been nowhere near the status of the famous worldwide handsome kim seokjin and after nervously being set up on a date with him by their mutual friend ken, and seeing seokjin speak familiarly with the elderly woman running the tent and smiling so freely, puns being told rapid fire and laughter filling taehyung's heart, he knew he was halfway to fallen and ready to dive headfirst the rest of the way.

he had only just worked up the courage to buy a ring, a beautiful simple silver band with their names inscribed on the inside, but every time he had tried to propose he had been interrupted by something.

the first time was when they were in hawaii on a short vacation between schedules. he had planned to take seokjin on a beach picnic only to be thwarted halfway to the beach when a massive storm warning had been issued and they had to book it back to their hotel where they stayed for the last three days of their vacation, completely rained in.

the second time had been a much simpler plan. he would wake seokjin up with breakfast in bed and the ring would be right on top of the tray, unavoidable.

taehyung had just finished pouring seokjin's coffee when a horrible choking noise had made him drop everything and taehyung had run in to the living room to find yeontan choking on something small. he had woken seokjin up and they had hurried off to the vet, hastily dressed with taehyung crying and holding his whimpering dog in the passenger seat.

apparently yeontan had found one of odengie and eomukie's small toys and tried to eat it, only to get it lodged in his throat. luckily he was ok but taehyung had completely forgotten about his plan to propose and became hyper vigilant of yeontan for the next three weeks.

neither of them have had a chance since. in fact, their schedules both became very full of press conferences and interviews for seokjin's new drama and taehyung's new movie.

they don't have a day off for two months until winter is almost over and by the time they both get home from the gala they attended together, they're too tired to do anything.

"bath?" seokjin looks at taehyung as they both kick their shoes off inside the door and the younger groans out a tired yes, tugging his jacket off slowly to throw it over the couch.

seokjin doesn't have the energy to tell him off for throwing his clothes everywhere as taehyung's tie soon follows and he just tosses his jacket there too. they trudge into their bathroom and stand side by side in front of their mirror as they take off their makeup. seokjin finishes first and presses a kiss to taehyung's shoulder before he walks down to their bedroom to change into his bathrobe. as he's grabbing it from their massive walk in closet he glances down at his shoes, the only clothes he and taehyung don't share and eyes his rarely worn white dress shoes.

without really thinking about it seokjin reaches in past the strategically placed sock and grabs the small black velvet box and slips it into the pocket of his robe before heading off to the kitchen to grab the champagne and strawberries. taehyung had been the one to invent 'treat yo self' nights after he had seen seokjin overworking himself and had called in to cancel his schedule for the whole day and made him stay home, pampering and loving him all day. seokjin had never felt more well rested and content in his life. the champagne is something seokjin added because it's the only alcohol taehyung really likes and it makes them feel extra fancy and the strawberries are a comfort food.

while soekjin is in the kitchen taehyung is back in their bathroom, having changed into his bathrobe (a matching ocean blue to seokjin's forest green one) and is lighting candles around their bathtub and watching the lavender bath bomb fizz away in the slowly filling tub. he feels the weight of the small rose shaped velvet box in his pocket from where he hurriedly placed it after grabbing it from beneath his large collection of berets on impulse.

the sound of seokjin coming down the hall makes taehyung smile, already able to tell seokjin is in a noticeably better mood than earlier from the sound of his soft humming. it also reminds him to grab his phone from the counter and scroll through his music until he finds the playlist labelled 'rosey cheeks' because he's cute like that and soon gentle music is filling the room.

"bath ready?" seokjin sets two champagne flutes and the bottle down on the large rim of the tub, the strawberries right next to them. taehyung just hums in response, turning to face seokjin and reaching for his hand. no matter how many years pass seokjin's heart will always flutter from the way taehyung's looks at him as he pulls him close; like seokjin hung every star in the sky and breathed life into the world. he said as much once and taehyung's response had been 'no star in the sky could shine brighter than you do in my eyes and every breath you take is my world alive a little longer'. taehyung has a tendency to say things like that and seokjin would normally blush and slap the arm of someone making cheesy comments like that but the way taehyung says it, knowing he means every words of it, reduces seokjin to a love struck mess, heart beating wildly and hands shaking until they can pull his lover into his arms.

it's what he does now, taehyung's hand in his, the other landing on his waist. seokjin does the same, one hand on taehyung's waist and the other intertwined as the soft notes of chet baker ring out.

"my funny valentine, sweet comic valentine, you make me smile with my heart," taehyung's voice is deep and soothing, seokjin has always thought he would make a wonderful idol or singer. it's just as soft as his hand in seokjin's as he sways the elder along to the slow beat, eyes brighter than they've been all day and smile soft and loving.

it's moments like these that make seokjin really, truly understand how people would die for love. seokjin can't imagine a moment of his life without taehyung in it anymore. when he thinks of the future, five, ten, even twenty years from now, all he can see is taehyung by his side. seokjin used to be afraid of growing old. afraid of being forgotten or dying alone but now all he can imagine is taehyung with him.

taehyung with little crows feet in the corners of his eyes from so many years of smiling. taehyung with salt and pepper hair that will still be so soft to run his hands through. taehyung with years of love and laughter etched into his face and his hands, just as strong and just as big, still fitting just perfectly with seokjin's. taehyung who will still love seokjin with all of his being no matter how many years pass and seokjin who will love him just the same.

taehyung's hand pulls away from seokjin's waist and instead cups his cheek, thumb running over his cheek in such a fond way. seokjin's lips are soft and taste of peppermint tea and taehyung can't resist another slow peck before he moves to turn off the water.

they take their robes off and drape them next to the tub, climbing in on either side and stretching out across from each other, legs brushing together.

they talk about their days, taehyung massages seokjin's calves because he knows he's been on his feet most of the day. they trade silly stories from set and taehyung ends between seokjin's legs, back to his chest as he leans against his broad-shouldered lover and presses a soft kiss to his jaw. their hands are tangled and seokjin feed taehyung a strawberry with a smile and kiss to his cheek, closing his eyes as he leans down to press a few soft kisses to taehyung's neck. it's nothing passionate, just a soft brush of lips on skin that makes taehyung melt into his chest.

minutes pass like that. ten? fifteen? their bathwater is still warm. not the steaming hot it was at first but still nice enough to stay. they've made it through a good third of the strawberries and a glass of champagne between the two of them. taehyung reaches to refill the glass and seokjin suddenly remembers the ring in his bathrobe and he knows now is perfect. he grabs it quickly, back in his place before taehyung moves back to rest against him and he wraps his free arm around the younger's waist. taehyung shoots a smile over his shoulder and turns slightly so his legs are over one of seokjin's, nosing along his collarbones and presses soft kisses to his smooth skin.

"tae, i love you."

taehyung seems a bit caught off guard at how serious seokjin sounds but he stays relaxed, sitting up slightly to look at seokjin before he gives a soft smile. "i love you too."

"i love you so much tae, you make me so happy and i want to make you happy too. i just want to make you the happiest person in the world, you deserve that- god, you deserve so much more. but i want to make you as happy as i can for the rest of our lives."

taehyung seems to know seokjin has more to say because he stays quiet, his hand still linked with seokjin's giving a little squeeze.

"taehyung," seokjin slowly unclenches his fist where he's been hiding the ring, a beautiful golden band with the day they met carved into the inside, and holds it up to the wide-eyed boy. "will you marry me?"

taehyung is completely silent for a few moments, his mouth dropping open as he stares between the ring and seokjin. seokjin doesn't move. he isn't nervous really, just worried that maybe taehyung expected a better proposal.

taehyung is suddenly scrambling to reach over the side of the tub and he's reaching into his robe pocket and pulling out a box and it's seokjin's turn to gape as he opens it to reveal a beautiful silver ring.

"is that- were you-?"

"yes!" taehyung's voice is amused and disbelieving as he pulls the ring out and holds it up beside seokjin's. "i was going to ask you the same question."

seokjin laughs and then so does taehyung, bath water splashing up a bit as they cling to each other and laugh through tears.

"i love you so much jin, i would love to marry you." taehyung is the first to pull himself together and he holds his left hand up, ring finger extended. seokjin is still giggling giddily as he slips the ring over taehyung's finger and presses a kiss to it.

"and i love you taehyung. i would love to marry you too." taehyung is the one sliding the ring on this time and he copies seokjin, pressing a kiss to the silver band before reaching up to cup seokjin's face with his right hand, left intertwined with seokjin's and rings clinking together, and he pulls him in for a kiss.

the next day they make the official announcement to their friends and tell them the story, laughing at the disbelieving faces of their friends as they tell them they proposed at the same time after both being interrupted multiple times.

the tell the story at their wedding, and again when they renew their vows. they tell it to their children and to their children's children and the story gets passed down through their family for years. taehyung does get those crows feet wrinkles by his eyes and seokjin kisses them every night before bed. seokjin's hair line does recede a bit but taehyung tells him that it's easier to kiss his forehead that way. and they live their lives they way they always wanted to. together.

#this took so long but im so proud of it #taejin #for anon #answered request #kim taehyung #kim seokjin #rosy cheeks au #bts #bts drabble #bts fanfic #taejin fanfic #proposal au #marriage proposal #fluff #bts fanfction #writing #listen to hyung

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thecheekybrunette · 7 years

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Honestly, I actually like having a lot of information about something before I really get into it. So please, hit me with everything you've got, I really don't mind giant walls of text. :) BTS fandom introduction anon

tOkay, kid, well I guess I’ll give you a run down on each of my babies (MY BABIES). I am just gonna give a quick run down, but like... these are my perceptions, so some people might see them differently. And I am sure they see themselves somewhat differently. So. Take everything with a grain of salt.

Seokjin/Jin: Seokjin is the oldest member of the group. At his most basic level, he’s known for liking the color pink, telling dad jokes, and being bad at dancing (though he’s gotten much better!). Fans of Seokjin tend to really love and support Seokjin, almost aggressively so, because he isn’t given many lines. And by many lines, I mean any lines. So it’s really hard to be a Jin fan, which is unfair because he’s great. Like, he’s head visual, so he’s the most objectively hot (lately people have been calling him “Mr. Worldwide Handsome” because of a response to an interview question about all the attention he got at the Magenta Carpet). He does a really good job caring for the younger members. He’s the one who drove Jungkook to high school in the mornings, and Jimin has called him “mom” on multiple occasions. Also, he loves food. Like, first, he makes videos called “Eat Jin” where he just records himself eating. But also he’s a great cook. And like... he’s the kind of cook where it’s really intuition based. I feel like most Asian cooking isn’t really about recipes and more about feeling it out? But I’m still impressed during the rare opportunity I get to see him cook. He’s often shipped with Namjoon? And it’s like probably the most mutually agreed on ship, like I don’t know if it’s the most popular, but I don’t think anyone adamantly has ever disagreed with it.

Yoongi/Suga: Okay, so Yoongi used to be my bias wrecker, and if anyone knows me, they know I’m loyal as hell to my biases, but like... I keep going back and forth between Yoongi and Namjoon because they’re both so great. But okay, so the thing about Yoongi is first, he’s an amazing rapper. I think Namjoon is more lyrically gifted, but I think Yoongi has a much better delivery if I’m being honest. You don’t have to understand what he’s saying to know how he’s feeling. His mixtape is straight bars, like fuck. Which is wild because Yoongi typically isn’t very expressive? He usually looks tired or bored, and he sounds tired or bored, all while giving these impressive one-liners. He’s got a dry, sarcastic sense of humor, that I’m obsessed with. He also is one of those people who acts grumpy when they’re secretly having a great time? So, like, a good moment of this was once the boys were all in Malaysia, and Yoongi was alone with the camera talking about the trip, saying all these good things like, “I really like it here. Did you know Malaysia doesn’t have any natural disasters? I think I will take my parents here.” And then as soon as other people shows up, he’s like, “Ugh, I guess it’s okay here, it’s not any better than any other resort I’ve been to.” LIKE WE ALL KNOW YOU’RE FULL OF BULLSHIT, YOONGI. He also cheats really blatantly during games. But he’s also super responsible? Like he watches over the money in the first Bon Voyage series. And he’s had to suffer a lot for his music. And he’s secretly the cutest little peanut ever, and you should love him, he deserves it.Also, he ships himself with Hoseok, so you should support their wonderful romance (I’m being a dweeb, but Yoongi really does make a big deal about it.)

Namjoon/Rap Monster/RM: My current bias wrecker. The love of my life. The leader of BTS. Namjoon is really lyrically gifted. He plays a big role in making most of BTS’s music. He has a baller mixtape. But I’m not here to talk about the musical genius that is Kim Namjoon (because I could go on for days). No. I need to talk about how big of a dork, Namjoon is. Because first, this kid is unbelievably klutzy. recently, he wasn’t able to dance in a concert because he stubbed his toe on a piece of hotel furniture and ripped off his pinkie toenail. Idiot. Also, I once watched him attempt to put on sunglasses and break them on his face. Just shattered them apart in his hands. He breaks everything he picks up. He breaks everything he leaves alone. He breaks the world. Once, he tried to cut an onion and did such a bad job that as a segment on a variety show, they asked him to cut an onion for the camera. Jin and Jimin had to step in to make sure he didn’t cut his fingers off. God bless. Also, okay, as the leader, he is so sweet about trying his best for the other members. He’s also not well known for dancing, but just like Jin, he’s doing much better! He and Jin usually get teased for having a relationship similar to a married couple. Also he was an underground rapper (so was Yoongi!) before BTS. Also he’s really obsessed with Ryan from Kakao!

Hoseok/J-Hope/Hobi: I personally feel like Hoseok might be the most underrated member of BTS. Like... Jin doesn’t get recognition by the company, but I don’t feel like Hoseok gets recognition from the fans? But it’s more quiet. Idk. BOTH DESERVE MORE LOVE AND ATTENTION. ALL OF THEM DESERVE MORE LOVE AND ATTENTION. But okay, so that being said, Hoseok is the head dancer in BTS. He makes a lot of choreography decisions, and he’s also known as the “mood maker” of BTS, which is probably true. Like, Hoseok visibly cheers up the other members and he’s really vocal about supporting them, which is so cute. But when he’s mad, his mouth makes a triangle, and everyone is on edge. But because he’s usually pretty upbeat, he’s part of what’s called the “Sunshine Line” which is like... Hoseok, Taehyung, and Jimin, and it’s just the most smiley members of BTS. He’s also just like... so nice. And so funny. And I can’t emphasize how upbeat he is. Like fall in love with him, it’s easy. Also!!! He is same-age friends with Namjoon!!! And I just! Love! Their friendship! Please! Appreciate it!

Jimin: Okay, the most precious wonderful, amazing boy in this world. Like, he has the cutest little baby hands, and the cutest little smile eyes, and the cutest little face. He’s short and he used to have super chubby cheeks, and he’s just an angel sent to us from above. (But also, don’t let him fool you, he’s kind of quick to be snappy or grumpy, and also he’s fast to make an innuendo or naughty joke, God bless. A demon in disguise.) Jimin used to be really insecure, and he’s still hard on himself. He also seems extroverted? And he talks a lot with the members, so I think it seems like he’s really outgoing, but you’ll see in interview and even on stage sometimes, he’s much shyer. He’s very nervous about performing, but does a bomb ass job, and like you’ll be surprised by how sexy this boy can be. Also he’s a phenomenal dancer and vocalist! 10/10 on both fronts.Also so you know in advance: Jimin used to love bothering Jungkook, and calling his name, and babying him, and being annoying. So a lot of people ship them together. But Jimin and Taehyung are also really close and same-age friends, so people ship them together. And people ship Taehyung and Jungkook together, so that’s a hot mess, and sometimes fans can get really angry about it. My advice if you want to ship within BTS is to ship everything, be impartial, and avoid the drama because it’s not worth it, especially when they’re all obviously close and best friends and none of them are actually dating. Also Yoongi/Jimin is a very popular pairing. It’s everywhere, but I don’t see it as much as some other people do? (But like I said, I multi-ship everything, so I’m not here to tell you it’s not a good ship. They all are. They’re all close, they’re all best friends, this is just for fun, and anything works.)

Taehyung/V: THE VERY REASON I BREATHE. I THINK ABOUT HIM WHEN I’M AWAKE. WHEN I’M ASLEEP. ALL OF THE TIME. ALL OF THE TIME FOREVER. FOREVER AND EVER AND EVER AND EVER AND EVER AND EVER AND EVER. Okay, so Taehyung is the best, but he’s often gets distracted. When he’s talking or listening, you can literally see him stop paying attention and losing his place in the conversation. He makes weird comparisons. He finds weird things and carries them around. He’s a little out there, but in a really... eccentric, eclectic way? His style is super indicative of that. He’s into loud florals and cutting edge men’s fashion (but also he sometimes comes to events having just rolled out of bed in inside-out pants, so there’s that). Also he’s funny. Also he’s nice. Also he’s a cute little muffin, a muffin, a muffin, my baby. He’s really into jazz (he likes Chet Baker), and art (specifically Vincent Van Gogh and photography), and he’s learning to draw, and he’s a great actor who recently had a role in a K-Drama!I find myself having a difficult even talking about him because I’m too obsessed with him, so I’m just going to move on. But he’s really social, he makes lots of friends, and he’s both quiet and loud, like he has different personalities. Also if Taehyung starts crying, Jungkook will start crying, so watch out for that. (And Taehyung is kind of a crier, but to be fair, he’s having a crazy year.)

Jungkook: Head vocalist. Golden maknae. He’s the youngest of the group, and he’s bizarrely good at everything? Like once he had to take up archery for like... this little K-Pop olympics thing, and he got two bullseyes and one just outside the middle ring, like it was insane. He just picks up crap and is immediately good at it. He might be the youngest in the group, but he really likes acting older. Like, his favorite thing in the world (I CAN SEE IT IN HIS EYES) is when he beats the older boys at something and gets to give them a punishment, like I see you, Jungkook, I know you. I’m not sure if you follow me because you know BTS, but like... I think of him as Oikawa. Super talented. Super annoying. But even as I say that, he’s just... really objectively attractive. He’s also really adorable. He’s got little bunny teeth everyone says? So they’ll call him a bunny. He’s also usually everyone’s first favorite in BTS because he’s so good looking, and so good at everything, and has so many lines. But! It won’t take you long to realize he is a massive dweeb. He is really shy. He’s a muscle pig, he’s so strong. But like he’s dumb. Ugh. And he loves bowling? Like what a loser. I hate him. (But that’s a lie and I love him, I just refuse to admit it.) (But actually he says the cutest little things. Like once in this bon voyage episode, he was just like “I like this sweatshirt” and “I like hamburgers” and he just had all these happy things to say and he was holding hands with everyone, and like... a happy Jungkook is unreasonably adorable.)

Okay, I need to stop talking, I hope this was in some way useful.

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