#rockstar jimin

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saved [ intro + pt. 1]

pairing | jimin x reader (x jungkook) ; rockstar au warnings |18+ Minors DNI; drug abuse, smoking, mentions of self-harm, character death, explicit sex, emotional trauma, toxic relationship

[ INTRO. ]

What would you have done differently? 

That’s a question I got asked a lot in the aftermath. And believe me, I’ve thought about it a lot. I’ve thought about it from every angle, from every direction. I thought about the whole fucking thing, linearly, start to end. I thought about it at random times, about the pivotal moments, they only seemed arbitrary at the time, like they would have no impact. But they fucking did. Why couldn’t I see it at the time? 

But truthfully, there was nothing I could’ve done. 

There was only one person that could’ve saved her. 

But what do you do when the one person who could’ve saved her, needed saving himself? 

I was only 23 at the time, and I thought I knew everything about the world. I thought I knew what love was: something that would ruin you if you get too close. I thought I knew her, I thought I knew him. 

I can say now that I actually knew nothing. Not a single fucking thing. About the world, or about them. Them..always caught in their own universe, the way they’d laugh and sing together like nothing, no one else in the world existed. There was a time when I was driven mad by jealousy at the way they were. But I can understand now, or at least I think I do. Theirs was the kind of love that would not break, even in death. And theirs was the kind of love that could only bring pain.

I spent one year with Bulletproof. In that one year, I learned love, heartbreak, and loss, but most importantly the meaning of intent, and action, and consequences. Consequences...

There are memoirs being written about her already. They describe her and Jimin’s love like a greek tragedy, like some Shakespearean play. When I read them I want to grab the collar of the person who wrote it, throw them across their desk, smash their printer through their window, and rip apart every fucking word they dared to put on paper about her. How dare they sensationalize her story? How dare they reduce her life to mere words.

It’s the morning of the 12th of October. The day before Jimin’s birthday. The day of the anniversary of her passing. Yoongi will be here soon to pick me up.

No one will ever read this. Sometimes I feel stupid for writing this at all. But my friends say it’ll help. Writing shit down. It’s supposed to help. Well, I’m still waiting for the help part to happen. 

- JK, 10/12

/

“Shit-”

Yoongi cursed under his breath, the cigarette situated between his lips almost fell out as he hissed, turning the steering wheel, screeching the car to a stop on the side of the road. 

Jungkook turned and looked out the window at the thing that caught Yoongi’s attention. 

“Shit,” he muttered too. 

Both of them quickly shuffled out of the car, Jungkook running up the hill, fallen leaves and dried grass crunching underneath his boots and Yoongi followed behind him slowly. 

“I wonder how long he’s been here,” Jungkook sighed, coming to a stop. 

“Well, he smells like shit so I’d guess a few days,” Yoongi snuffed out his cigarette on the bottom of his boot, tucking it behind his ear for later. 

“Jimin-hyung, wake up..” Jungkook crouched down, tugging at Jimin’s shoulder to turn him over. 

He’d been lying face down in the grass, one hand clasped around the neck of a half-empty bottle of scotch. He was in a pair of dirty jeans and a flannel shirt that was covered in leaves and mud and stains, his hair was long and greasy. Jungkook tried not to be affected, but had to cover his nose because of the acrid smell of vomit nearby. He wondered how many times Jimin threw up, glancing around at the other empty bottles of liquor strewn about. 

“Put him in the car, I’ll clean this up,” Yoongi sighed, bending down to grab the bottle from Jimin’s hands. He pulled out his phone and dialed for the groundskeeper. “I’m so sorry, man-” 

“It’s alright, Mr. Min. It’s October 12th, I understand. We have to work together to look after him this time of year,” Jungkook heard the groundskeeper say on the phone. 

Yoongi thanked him, and Jungkook hooked one of Jimin’s arms around his neck, pulling him up. Jimin groaned, which was a good sign because that meant he was coming to. 

“Will you bring the flowers back up after you put him in the car?” Yoongi called after Jungkook, who turned his head and nodded in response. 

“No, no, where are you taking me, get your fucking hands off me,” Jimin muttered incoherently, throwing ineffective fists at Jungkook as he tried to set him down in the backseat of Yoongi’s car, his limp body falling back onto the seat. “It’s my fucking birthday tomorrow, she said she’s gonna be here..she called me, she said she’ll be here...”

Jungkook’s jaw clenched, trying his best to ignore Jimin, pulling at his legs to swing them into the car. 

“She said she was gonna be here, she’s a fucking liar!” Jimin screamed, his body shriveling up into a fetal position on the backseat, burying his head in his hands. Jungkook felt his hands clenched into fists at his sides, his cheeks grew hot, liquid building up at the corners of his eyes. 

He shook his head, closing the door of the car gently as Jimin continued muttering something, drooling into the fabric of the seat. Turning, he saw a black Mercedes pull up. The doors opened, Jin and his wife stepped out, both wearing black. 

“Hey man,” Jin caught Jungkook’s hand and pulled him into a hug. His wife handed Jin the large bouquet in her hands and gave Jungkook a hug too. 

“How are you doing, sweetheart?” 

“I’m alright, noona,” Jungkook answered quietly. 

She nodded and they both glanced at the backseat of Yoongi’s car. 

“Every fucking year,” Jin sighed, shaking his head. “I wish he’d get his shit together.” 

“Seokjin!” his wife chastised. “Don’t be insensitive.” 

“You think y/n would want him to live like this??” he scoffed, slipping a cigarette between his lips and turning to head up the hill towards Yoongi. 

She sighed. “He doesn’t mean to be so hurtful, it’s just...he’s always angry, every year too when this comes around...he doesn’t like to show how much it affects him too..”

“I know, noona,” Jungkook whispered. Turning around to the passenger seat of Yoongi’s car, he picked up a bouquet of white lilies. Jin’s wife smiled, linking arms with him and headed up the hill to join the others. 

Yoongi was talking with the groundskeeper, who had hosed away the puddles of dried vomit and was now shoveling new mulch and peat moss over the dead patches of grass. Jin stood, quietly looking at the headstone; at your name, the inscribed dates, a crude frame of your life. And under that, the one who always had love in her heart for everyone. 

Yoongi took the bouquet from Jungkook and took a seat on the ground, setting the bouquet down, placing a hand on the cold stone plaque. 

“I found this rare recording of Hole at the CBGB’s in New York from 1986 at this super random record shop the other day,” Yoongi took a deep breath in. “When I got home I popped it onto the turntable and I actually took out my phone to call you cus I knew you’d kill me if I listened to it without you.” 

Jungkook gritted his teeth, a tear falling down his cheek against his will. He heard Jin stifle a sob from beside him. 

“I miss you y/n..” Jungkook heard a hitch in Yoongi’s voice. Another tear fell. He squeezed his eyes shut, tilting his head to the sky as though gravity were the culprit, pulling his tears down against his will. 

“I miss you so fucking much..” Yoongi’s head fell over, his hand reaching up to cover his eyes, letting out a ragged breath. 

Jungkook thought about how he never sees Yoongi cry. Yoongi never cries. Never, except once a year.

[ PT. 1 ]

“Now they only have a few minutes before they have to go onstage, so please be brief.” 

Jungkook nodded, his heart pounding in his chest, adrenaline coursing as he followed behind Namjoon the manager through a crowded hallway that led backstage. He was flustered, the pit of his stomach churning with excitement and he kept bumping shoulders against the people lining the halls, apologizing profusely while Namjoon somehow managed to avoid running into anyone. 

“Alright, here, go on in, remember you only have a few minutes.” 

“Oh, well I-” Jungkook couldn’t finish his sentence, and was shoved through an open door. 

The room was tiny, with an old, faded blue velvet couch pushed against one wall. There was an old coffee table in the middle of the room, and the floor was littered with half empty bottles of beer, red plastic cups, cigarette butts, and guitar picks. The air was thick with the smell of liquor and tobacco smoke, Motley Crue’s Live Wire was blasting from the speakers on the opposite side of the room. 

Jungkook stood awkwardly in front of the door that closed behind him, his shoulders tensed up around his ears, and was suddenly super self conscious about his outfit choice: tight, faded jeans, with the knees blown out, a leopard print shirt, and a destroyed denim jacket over it. His heart pounded in his chest, feeling the strap of the guitar on his shoulder slowly sliding, his new eyebrow piercing starting to itch as blood rushed to his face. He wondered if he shouldn’t have gotten it done yesterday, maybe it was too soon. Everyone was going to see that it was still a little bit swollen, and would judge him and think he’s trying too hard. 

He gulped, looking around. He knew all of your names. He’d been a fan for almost a year now, and had followed you guys around to three cities on your tour. 

Jin, the bassist, stood in front of a dirty mirror on the wall, adjusting his tie, practicing a wink, bobbing his head to the beat of the song banging through the speakers. 

Yoongi, the guitarist, was seated quietly on the sofa with a pair of headphones on, tuning the guitar on his lap. Beside him was Jimin, the drummer, who was leaned back languidly, his arms thrown over the back of the couch, a cigarette hanging loosely between his lips. 

And you. 

“Seokjin, please I am begging you do not do your fucking flying kiss shit tonight, I am BEGGING you.” 

Jungkook felt his heart skip hearing your voice.

“Fuck you, the ladies love it,” Jin spat back, eyes glued to his reflection. 

“Yoongi, please make him stop,” you groaned, plopping down on the sofa between him and Jimin, your hands pressing the edge of your plaid skirt against the velvet fabric. 

“Not getting involved,” Yoongi shook his head, lighting a cigarette. 

You rolled your eyes, and caught Jungkook in the periphery. He gulped, Motley Crue slammed into Black Sabbath’s Children of the Grave over the speakers.

“You came!” 

Jungkook thought his heart must’ve stopped when you jumped to your feet, and ran over to him, throwing your arms around his neck. 

“I’m so glad you made it!” he felt your lips on his cheek, soft and warm. 

“Yeah..uh..thank you guys for inviting me, again,” he replied nervously, raising an unsure hand and waving at the guys around the room. 

Yoongi gave him a small nod. 

“Hey man, glad you’re here,” Jimin walked up, catching his hand in a shake, which caused Jungkook’s heart to skip again. 

Jin didn’t acknowledge him. But Jungkook saw you rolled your eyes at this.

“Don’t worry, Narcissus over there will soon get what’s coming to him.” 

Jungkook couldn’t help but laugh at this. 

The door swung open and Namjoon poked his head through.

“Let’s go guys, it’s time.” 

“FUCK YEAH, I’m so fucking ready,” Jin spat, picking up his bass guitar that was leaned against the wall. 

Yoongi quietly swung the strap of his instrument over his shoulder and gave Jungkook another nod as he ducked past him. 

“Enjoy the show man, we’ll see you after,” Jimin gave a light tap on the side of his arm before walking out.

“Come on,” you smiled, taking him by the hand and leading him out into the hallway. 

“Alright, here’s where we leave you. Make sure to get yourself a spot at the very front so you can get a good view of us,” you smiled up at him, planting another peck on his cheek. “Oh, and one more thing,” you turned at the black curtains by the edge of the stage before walking out. “Be sure to listen closely, we expect you to be able to jump right in once we get you in the studio with us next week.” 

You winked and walked out to deafening screams and Jungkook stood, stunned, feeling like he’d had the wind knocked out of him for five whole minutes. 

/ 

“That was so fucking sick!” 

Jungkook bunched his shoulders together, nervously following you through the crowded entryway of the mansion the band was renting while working on the new album. 

He took the drink you handed him and you clinked your plastic cup against his, “Wasn’t it so fucking sick tonight?” you yelled into his ear over the heavy bass of the song slamming through the speakers. 

“Yeah, you guys were amazing!” he yelled back, glancing around nervously. “Do you guys always throw a party like this after a show?” 

You laughed. “We used to, but then we stopped cus shit would get super out of hand once we got more big. But I guess people got so used to us doing this that they just kept showing up even if we didn’t plan on having a party!” you took a long sip of your drink. 

He nodded quietly. 

“Hey!” you placed your hand on the side of his arm, giving him a little squeeze. “Try to have some fun tonight! You look all timid and tense, you shouldn’t! You’re gonna be the new lead guitarist for Bulletproof! You’re gonna fucking kill it!” 

Jungkook smiled at this, letting out a quiet sigh, feeling some pressure relieve, while more pressure built up. 

“Alright, I gotta go say hi to some people, go! Have fun!” 

He waved as you receded through the crowds of people. 

He watched you guys quietly throughout the evening. Jin, seated on a large leather sofa in the living room, surrounded by girls on either side, all tugging and pulling at his hair, at his tie, a great wide grin spread across his face, a cigarette between his teeth. 

At Yoongi, who sat quietly at the breakfast nook in the kitchen, a scotch on ice in a highball glass in his hand, conversing with one of Bulletproof’s producers. 

At you, bouncing from crowd to crowd. You’d just started a conversation with one group when someone would emerge out of nowhere and pull you into another. You smiled big, greeting everybody and hugging everybody, tossing your head back in laughter, posing for endless photos. 

Jungkook knew. As much as he wanted some alone time with you. As much as he wanted to be seated in a quiet room with you, so he could show you his music, so he could listen to you sing the melodies he’d written, just for you...he couldn’t. Because of everyone else. Everybody loved you. Everybody wanted a piece of you. 

Jungkook had taken a seat in the drawing room, on a sofa across from where Jimin sat, a cute blonde girl in his lap, with her arms clasped tightly around his neck, who kept whispering things into his ear. Jimin listened, smiling. Jungkook watched them for a while and couldn’t tell for the life of him if Jimin was being genuine to this girl, or if he just found her amusing. He decided it was probably the latter. 

The evening drew on, and Jungkook had just politely refused the group of guys and girls that crowded the coffee table in front of him, one of them chopping rails with a credit card on the back of a magazine. Nirvana’s Come As You Are was cranking through the speakers and Jungkook was about to get up to get another drink when he saw you turning the corner into the room, finding Jimin on the sofa. You looked somewhat different, your face looked a little sunken in, makeup a bit smudged around your eyes. You must be tired, he thought. 

He watched with wide eyes as the cute blonde girl threw her arms up at your entrance and you leaned down and planted a long kiss on her lips. His eyes darted to Jimin, whose expression didn’t change a bit. 

“y/n, you were so fucking amazing tonight!” the girl shrieked when you pulled away. 

“Thank you, Mira, sweetie,” you gave her nose a little boop. You turned to Jimin, and ran a hand through his hair. 

“You heading up already?” he asked, taking your hand and giving it a squeeze. 

You nodded, “I’m beat. Have a good night you guys.” 

You turned to leave, and Jungkook watched your arm linger for a moment behind you, Jimin’s hand reluctantly letting yours go. He thought this was his chance. 

Quietly, he followed behind you as you made your way back through the kitchen, giving Yoongi a back hug and a kiss on the cheek, bidding him goodnight. Through the living room, where you found Jin, two girls on his lap, one was trying to get her tongue as far down his throat as possible, the other was busy leaving hickies on his neck. You’d only scoffed, and turned to head upstairs. 

Jungkook had pulled his notebook from his guitar bag by the door, and clutched it tightly to his chest as he followed silently behind you up three flights of stairs. He was ducked behind a wall, and saw you disappear into a room at the end of a long hallway. Hole’s Celebrity Skin began playing, muted through the thick marble walls from downstairs. His hand gripped around the spine of his notebook and he approached the opened door to your darkened room nervously, and was about to knock when he saw you flip on the bathroom light and leaned forward, your hands on the marble counter, your head hanging. 

He moved through the open door, a question about your welfare catching in his throat when he saw you pull out a tin of altoids from the little pocket on the back of your skirt. 

Jungkook’s brows furrowed, focusing in on the little metal box in your hands, and his eyes grew wide at the realization that it did not hold breath mints. 

He watched you dump its contents onto the marble vanity; little blue, yellow, and white pills. He watched you pick out the little yellow colored ones, tossing one into your mouth and swallowing it with a glob of spit. You crowded a few others together on the countertop, and using the bottom of a glass that held a toothbrush, crushed and ground them into a powder. 

He stood, frozen, watching as you bent down, one finger holding on nostril shut and, one snort, two snorts. You stood, rubbing at your nose, sniffling. Jungkook felt his fist clench at his side, his other hand gripped so tightly around his notebook he was leaving a dent in the binding. He could see your reflection in the mirror, your pupils blown out so wide your eyes looked like black holes in their sockets. 

“y/n?”

Jungkook heard Jimin’s voice calling from outside in the hall. Panicked, not wanting to be caught here, he knew he shouldn’t be here, he saw the closet door at the adjacent wall, slightly ajar and ducked into it. 

“y/n?” Through the crack in the door, he saw Jimin enter the room. 

He heard the door shut behind Jimin, the latch of the lock clicking. He walked into the bathroom, and Jungkook shuffled quietly to one end of the closet, peering through the crack between the door and the wall. 

He watched Jimin move up behind you, his arms reaching down and wrapping around your waist, resting his head in the crook of your neck. Jungkook found himself holding his breath again in an attempt to quell his heart that was pounding in his chest. 

“You sang beautifully tonight,” he heard Jimin whisper into your skin. You’d slid a cigarette between your teeth, lighting it and taking a drag. 

“Really?” 

“Really.”

The little crack was enough for Jungkook to see you turn to face Jimin, lace your arms up around his neck and lean up into him. Your lips met his, and Jimin greeted you eagerly, his fingers gripped tightly into your waist, lifting you and setting you down on the counter with ease. 

Your kisses were hurried, hungry, and Jimin indulged you, giving himself to you, letting you be consumed with him. 

“Do you still want me tonight?” Jimin asked through gasped breaths. 

You pulled him close, your lips on his neck. “I always want you,” you whispered. 

Jungkook felt a huge lump forming in his throat, his mouth dry, his eyes stinging from staring. He wanted to swallow, but feared making any sound and being discovered. He’d hoped Jimin would close the bathroom door behind him so he could sneak back out, but it was clear now there was no easy way out. He watched through the crack in the door as Jimin pulled your tank top over your head, his hand reaching behind you and unclasping your bra with ease. He watched Jimin pull you close, his mouth covering yours, and he reached out, pushing the pills on the countertop away. 

“Fuck me in the shower,” he heard you whisper in Jimin’s ear. Jimin tugged roughly at your hips, pulling you into the shower, one hand unzipping your skirt and pulling it down, the other reaching for the silver knob on the wall. Water poured down over your bodies and hurried hands tugged and pulled at the rest of the clothes that the two of you still had on. 

Steam rose and Jungkook watched Jimin pin you against the marble tiles, turning your head to face him to kiss you, to catch your moans on his tongue. Jimin ground his hips into you from behind, one arm wrapped tightly around your waist, the other across your chest, holding you flush against him. Jungkook swallowed thickly, his breath hitching when he saw Jimin’s hand travel up and close around your throat and you let your head back against his shoulder. The rhythm of your moans was becoming uneven, and Jimin’s hand closed tighter but quickly moved over your opened mouth to cover a scream, and both your bodies fell languid against the tiles. 

Jimin held you up, squeezing soap onto your body and his, letting the hot water wash over both of you, his hands gently brushing across your skin. He’d turned the water off, bringing you out of the shower and dried your body and hair with a towel before carrying you back into the room. He’d picked you up, and laid you gently onto the bed and you fell back limply. He pulled the covers over your body, taking a seat by your side and pressed soft kisses on your forehead. 

“Are you ok?” he asked in a whisper. You nodded, and he smiled. “Sleep well, love.” 

Jungkook was holding his breath, his entire body tensed and still and beginning to cramp. He watched Jimin sit like that beside you for a few quiet moments, watching as you drifted off to sleep. 

“You can come out now.” 

Jungkook’s heart jumped, his legs frozen beneath him. Shit.

He saw Jimin stand, pulling out a pack of cigarettes from the nightstand, lighting one. He turned and moved towards the closet. Jungkook stepped backward on instinct, but tripped on something below his feet, falling, and taking down a pile of clothes with him, their hangers clattering around him, one of his boots kicking the closet door open in the process. 

“Ow..” he swiped at the top of his head where a shoebox landed a second ago. He looked up to find Jimin standing over him, naked, a stream of smoke streaming from the corners of his mouth. 

Jimin sighed, and reached behind Jungkook, pulling out a pair of sweatpants and slid his legs into them. He then held a hand out, which Jungkook took, and helped him to stand. Without a word, he moved over to the little table beside the bedroom’s balcony door and took a seat at one of the chairs. Jungkook stood, dumbfounded, embarrassed, ashamed, scared, his cheeks growing hot. 

“Sit.” Jimin beckoned at the chair beside him. 

Unable to do anything else, Jungkook made his way over, taking a seat in the empty chair. A few moments of uncomfortable silence passed, the only sound was the quiet thumping of music from downstairs, and the light crackling of the end of Jimin’s cigarette burning to ash when he took a drag. 

“H-How did you know I was in there?” Jungkook finally asked. 

“I saw you follow her up here,” smoke poured out from Jimin’s nostrils as he responded. “I didn’t see you anywhere in the hall, I figured you must’ve hid in here when I came in.” 

Jungkook pondered this response for a moment, his brows furrowing at a realization. Did he..do this on purpose? Knowing I was here? Knowing I’d be watching?

He was about to ask when Jimin stood, and made his way into the bathroom. Jungkook watched as he stood in front of the vanity, sighing as he looked down at the pills and the smeared little pile of powder. He reached a hand out, swiping everything into his palm and walked over to the toilet. He tilted his hand, dumping everything into the water, and flushed it all away. 

“I know you’ve been watching her all night,” he continued, moving back and taking a seat beside Jungkook again. “Did you see who gave her the pills?” 

An image of you from earlier flashed through Jungkook’s mind: your darkened gaze, the smeared mascara under your eyes. 

“No, I didn’t..” he answered quietly. “Um..I hope it’s okay for me to ask...so, you and y/n..you’re together?” He never knew, and in fact, no one knew. There was never anything on the news, nothing in the gossip blogs, no paparazzi photos. This must be a well-guarded secret. He wondered if the rest of the band knew. 

Jimin smiled. 

“It’s just-,” Jungkook shook his head a little, embarrassed that he asked the question. You didn’t have to be together to sleep together, he thought to himself. “Sorry, it’s just..you two seem really close..I mean, compared to the other guys.”

Jimin took a long drag. “y/n and I have known each other since we were teenagers,” he said softly. “When we turned 18, we moved in together into this shitty little apartment in the city. It was so small, and there were cockroaches in the kitchen, and we had this one tiny window. She was on her way, she had gotten into a really prestigious music school, she was probably going to be in famous plays and musicals. I was selfish, I guess, and crazy possessive. I told her I loved her, that I needed her with me. I told her that because she loved to sing, that I would write songs for her to sing. I told her to only sing songs that I wrote for her,” he laughed, almost bitterly. Jungkook swallowed, his fingers gripped tightly around the notebook in his lap. 

“And she just smiled. She just fucking smiled and told me ‘okay.’ She crushed my heart at that moment. She took my heart, and crushed it, and to this day holds it in the palm of her hand. She could kill me in cold blood and I wouldn’t bat an eye. I’d do anything for her. I love her more than anything in this world.” He took another long drag. “She saved me. I was a complete fucking delinquent in school, I had nothing going for me. Except one day in middle school when she came up to me in the stairwell during lunch and pulled the headphones off my ears and told me, ‘I like Nirvana too.’ When she sang to me for the first time, I thought that’s what angels sound like. She belongs onstage. Everyone loves her. She gave me a future.” 

Jungkook looked down at the worn cover of the notebook in his lap. I told her to only sing songs that I wrote for her.

“She really likes you, man.” 

Jungkook’s eyes shot back up at Jimin, his cheeks flushing. 

Jimin smiled again. “The first night in that cramped little apartment we sat on our mattress on the floor and looked out the window. There was no view, it looked directly at this cracked brick wall of the building next door. That night I told her that I would make it so that one day she could sing on a stage in front of thousands of people, we’d live in a huge mansion, and have crazy parties all the time, and she would be happy.” He leaned forward, smudging out his cigarette on a crystal tray on the table. “We’re playing arenas now. We’re here in this mansion. People line up and beg to party with us. And she’s up here by herself downing percocets.” 

Jungkook felt the corners of his lips drop. 

“You like her too, don’t you?” He was caught off guard by Jimin’s question. “Don’t you?” 

He moved his head in the smallest nod. 

“Then help me. I got her sold out arenas, I got her all this glitz and glamour. And I told her she would be happy and I will not be made a fucking liar.” 

Jungkook glanced at the toilet in the bathroom, then back at the vanity. At the residuals of the smeared powder on the countertop. He turned and looked at you, your breaths soft in sleep. He thought of your laugh and your smile, how nice and sweet you’d been to him ever since the first time he nervously approached you after a concert, asking if he could play a song for you. How you listened so intently, told him you loved his lyrics and gave him genuine feedback on his composition. 

I love her more than anything in this world. 

I told her to only sing songs I wrote for her. 

I got her sold out arenas. 

I got her all this glitz and glamour. 

Jungkook felt his jaw clench. I this, I that, that’s a lot of fucking I’s for someone that claims he only lives for her, he thought to himself. 

And she’s up here by herself downing percocets. 

He gritted his teeth. He wondered if Jimin knew the meaning of the word love. He wondered if Jimin knew you at all. 

pt. 2

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[wiinterchiild]

forever is a long time

Jikook

Reincarnation AU

Vampire JK & Human JM

Open Eding

Explicit Content / Smut

Jeongguk loved one man, and one only. His whole world shattered when he lost Yonseo centuries ago, arriving late to his love, only to see his corpse. He has resolved himself into solidarity after that, barricading himself from the world. Until Seokjin finally had enough and dragged him out into the world, what he hated so much for taking away his love. However, when Yonseo's face looks back at him for a huge billboard he freezes. This man looks like his Yonseo, but acts so differently, speaking in a tone his Jimin would have never. Jimin's sassy and strong and fierce and everything in between, and somehow Jeongguk can't get enough.

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[lovetales]

JIMIN VIBE, 2023

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[lokisasylum]

Jimin in his famous rookie solo artist era 😎👍

Getting name dropped next to artists like Taylor, The Weekend, Miley AND Ariana?

This aint the drag you think it is 🤣.

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[trash19girl]

Sweet Melody

Tags: Rockstar JK, Idol JM, smut, angst with a happy ending, degradation kink

Chapters 1-3 posted

More chaps to come

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[to-star-lake]

saved [ pt. 2 ]

pairing | jimin x reader (x jungkook) ; rockstar au warnings |18+ Minors DNI; drug abuse, smoking, mentions of self-harm, character death, emotional trauma, toxic relationship

[ PT. 2 ]

“So help me.” 

Jungkook’s hands clenched into fists in his lap. 

“Help you with...what?”

Jimin leaned back in his chair. “To take care of her,” he lit another cigarette. “Because of my position as leader, I’m always busy and have to travel a lot with our CEO. Especially now with the new album coming out soon, I’m going to have a lot of events I have to attend coming up. So I need someone here to look after her, you know, keep her out of trouble.” 

What the hell does that mean?

“So..when you asked me if I would join as the replacement for your old guitarist-” 

Jimin nodded, huffing out a puff of smoke. “We don’t particularly need a new guitarist, our sound is fine with just Yoongi. But since I saw how much y/n likes you..and anyways, it could end up being a good thing for the band, since I want Yoongi to focus more on producing, he’s the only one that can help make anything out of my songs,” he sighed. 

Jungkook squeezed his eyes shut. 

“Well? What do you say?” 

/

There were only a few months before the new album was set to release and everybody’s schedule was jam-packed every day. 

Jin spent almost every day locked in his studio, listening to Jimin and Yoongi’s demos, playing them over and over again, isolated in his room with cartons of cigarettes and bottles of Wild Turkey. Sometimes late at night, Jungkook would hear the low notes coming from his bass guitar, and would sit outside his studio to listen. The inspiration seemed to really hit Jin at night, because he would riff endlessly over the demo playing over the monitors, and he was damn good at it too. 

Yoongi spent most of his days locked in his studio as well. Jungkook would come downstairs to find him poring over pages of lyrics, some of them full compositions, some just random ideas on sticky notes, trying to piece them together. He recalled Jimin saying that Yoongi was the only one that could make anything out of his songs. He supposed those notes must’ve been Jimin’s. 

Jungkook didn’t really participate in the writing process. Though, it was more like they didn’t need him too, just like Jimin said. It was all very methodical. A few days before a song was to be recorded, Yoongi would approach Jungkook with some sheet music and a demo. Jungkook would be instructed to practice his parts, and then record them in the studio with Yoongi a few days later. Most times, he never even got to listen to the completed mix. 

And as for Jimin; it was true that he was incredibly busy. In the last few months, Jungkook could probably count on one hand the number of times Jimin was actually at the house. And when he was, he spent all of his time in the studio, recording his parts on the drums, listening to mixes with Yoongi, writing more songs. 

He was mostly gone, sometimes for weeks at a time, sometimes abroad. He traveled a lot with the label’s CEO, attending various publicity events, managing showcase schedules at venues, helping the CEO scope out bands that could open for Bulletproof on the next tour. 

“That’s his duty as our leader, and I have a great deal of respect for him,” Yoongi replied flatly early one morning over coffee when Jungkook asked about Jimin being away so often. “The guy loves music, he loves it so much, he’s willing to give up being close to it so that he can do all the administrative shit none of us have the patience to manage. He’s out there attending events all by himself so we can focus here on the album. That’s a good thing.” 

Jungkook thought about what else Jimin was giving up. 

And as for you; Jungkook kept his promise to Jimin. He looked after you. 

Every day, Jungkook could expect to see you downstairs in the kitchen, showered, and sipping your first cup of coffee at around 10am, which was a respectable hour to wake up considering Yoongi normally didn’t come down until noon, and Jin sometimes 3 or 4 in the afternoon. 

You’d have breakfast together, laughing and smiling, cheeky and flirtatious as you always were, smearing pancake mix on his cheeks as the two of you made breakfast. You’d sit down at the breakfast nook together, have coffee, and review notes for the recordings of the day. 

You never wrote any lyrics or compositions for the band, though Jungkook knew you kept a secret notebook and a 4-track recorder in your room. But he knew you were a vocal genius by the way you’d listen to a demo once, jump into the booth, and absolutely slay a track. Your voice was delicate and haunting when it needed to be, gruff and strong for other songs, and you didn’t mind being in the booth for hours and hours until Jimin and Yoongi finally got the ad libs they wanted. 

Because both of you woke up and got your work done early, you’d spend almost every afternoon together. Playing chess in the drawing room over afternoon tea with scones, hanging out in the courtyard while Jungkook watched you pick flowers for a bouquet for the kitchen. When it rained, the two of you would cozy up by the fireplace in the mansion’s library, and you would lay your head on his lap and read Baudelaire out loud. Most days were like this.

Most days. 

Maybe it was because Jungkook spent every day with you, and started getting to know you so well, that little cracks began appearing in your perfect facade. Sometimes it was the silhouette of you, hunched over your bathroom sink, head in your hands, crying in the early morning hours. Sometimes it was the light that seeped through the crack in your bedroom door late at night when Jungkook would walk past it to his room, and see you sitting by the telephone on the nightstand, waiting. 

Jimin almost never called while he was away. And as much as you smiled and laughed with him, and insisted you knew that Jimin was so busy, he’s doing everything for the band, echoing Yoongi’s words almost verbatim; he knew you wished Jimin was here. But you never said a thing. And when the morning came, you always put on fresh clothes, a smile on your face, and stood in the recording booth like a good soldier. 

And Jungkook hated it. 

He hated it with every fiber of his being. The way you smile; every time you smiled it was a shot straight through his heart, because he could feel the pain behind it. The way you would tick-tock your head side to side, massaging your shoulders after hours in the booth without a break but still continued singing, even though Jungkook could see how tired and worn out you were. Late at night, when he’d walk past your room, and see you waiting by the telephone, his heart would clench in his chest; he knew how lonely you were. 

But despite your isolation, Jungkook could honestly report to Jimin in his weekly email (which Jimin insisted Jungkook send each week on Saturday while he was away, and if Jungkook failed to do so within the expected hour, Jimin would bombard his phone with calls until he answered) that you were healthy, completing your daily recordings, and that he had not seen you take any drugs. 

Maybe it was because Jungkook was with you. Maybe it made you feel a little bit less lonely. At least, that’s what Jungkook hoped for. 

/

On a warm afternoon in March, Jungkook sat with Jin and Yoongi at the dining table having lunch, and he watched you outside on the porch, an acoustic guitar in your hands, strumming a tune. 

“What happened to your other guitarist? The one before me?” Jungkook asked. “He left and made a solo debut right? Under the name V?”

He saw Jin’s eyes suddenly dart to Yoongi, who said nothing, and just stared down at the half-empty mug of black coffee on the table in front of him. 

A few uncomfortable moments of silence later, and seeing that Jungkook clearly wasn’t just going to let this go, Jin blurted out, “Look the guy was an asshole, ok!” 

Yoongi sighed, lighting a cigarette, “Jin-”

“No, he was!” Jin threw his hands up. “He kept going on and on about how we needed to change and evolve our sound, he wanted to mess around with new shit, coming to us with songs and wanting to hire a choir or a fucking orchestra accompaniment. I’m rock and roll, we don’t need any fucking orchestra on our tracks.” 

Yoongi took a long drag of his cigarette, followed by a sip of his coffee. 

“And anyway, he kept trying to get y/n to sing these songs he’d written, they were all emo and shit. And y/n, being as nice as she is, finally agreed and she helped him record a demo of a song he wrote. And when Jimin heard it, shit fucking blew up. He threw the monitors through the window! Completely shattered the glass to the booth in our old studio.” 

“Jin-”

“We tried to calm them down, but of course Taehyung, being the hot head that he is, had to keep escalating shit. Talking about how Jimin’s a manipulative bastard, how he says he does shit for the band but it’s all a lie and he was letting our music go down the drain. How it was becoming generic, accusing us of just playing songs to get on the radio and make money,” Jin was practically jumping out of his seat at this point. “The whole fucking thing ended with Jimin shoving Taehyung over a table and told him to get the fuck out. And he did. And poor y/n, she was so distraught over the whole thing, she had a panic attack. She thinks it’s her fault-” 

“JIN!”

Jungkook stared wide-eyed at Yoongi, who never raised his voice. 

Jin was clearly also taken aback by this coming from Yoongi, because he sat back down in his seat. “Sorry, man,” he quieted down. “I just, I still get fucking angry over that shit when I remember it sometimes. It’s a goddamn shame, cus he was a damn good guitarist too.” 

Yoongi smudged out his cigarette in the almost-full ashtray on the table. 

“It’s not uncommon for members to come and leave bands over creative differences,” Yoongi said quietly. His eyes lifted and met Jungkook’s. “Don’t read more into it than that.” 

You mean because creative differences were so clearly not the reason he left the band? 

You mean because he was forced out for trying to get y/n to sing a song written by someone other than Jimin? 

Jungkook took a purposeful breath in. There was a loud ringing growing in his ears. 

I told her to only sing songs that I wrote for her. 

The facade continued to crumble. 

/

“Woahhh, JK this song is so beautiful!” 

Jungkook felt his eyes widen as he looked at you, excitedly sitting on your heels, your eyes wide and glowing, listening to a demo he’d recorded. It was a song he’d written. It was meant for you. 

“I’m not usually one for ballads, but this is some pretty fucking romantic shit. So romantic it’s actually pretty fucking metal,” Jin gushed, leaning back on the couch in the group recording studio. “Hey, Yoongi, what do you think? We definitely still have room for some more b-sides right?” 

Yoongi sat in the producer’s chair, quietly listening to the final notes of the demo. Everyone watched him quietly, intently, awaiting his reaction. 

“It’s true, we don’t do ballads,” Yoongi turned in his seat to face the group. “But I think Jin’s right, if y/n sang this, and we put some heavy, heavy guitars to it, and I’m thinking a bass solo... Although, this song is probably wasted as a b-side..”

Jin shot up in his seat. “Oh shit, man, are you thinking for our new title track? Fuck, I hadn’t even thought of that, but you’re right. I mean, we’re talking fucking Guns N’ Roses November Rain shit right here, we’re talking Skid Row’s I Remember You. This is gonna destroy. Yo, JK, can I grab this demo? I need to go work on some riffs, why the hell didn’t you show us this sooner!” 

Jungkook nodded, heart pounding in his chest. Everything was moving so fast. But he felt you take his hands in yours and turned to see you smiling at him. 

“What’s the song called, Jungkook?” 

“Decalcomania..”

Your smile grew. “I love it.” 

At that moment I didn’t want to think about consequences. It was a hideous thing, dark and spiny, tugging at the back of my brain. It told me ‘don’t do this, you shouldn’t have done this.’ But I ignored it. I pushed it way, way far back. I didn’t care. Because y/n smiled. It was the first time I’d seen her smile. I mean really smile. I thought I’d cured her of her sadness. My song did. Looking back, I know now that was my ego talking. Because if I’d really cared for her, and not just for my own pride, because I wanted to beat Jimin, I wanted him to see that if given the chance, she could be happy without him...then I would’ve anticipated what came next, and not played them the song at all..

/

Everyone stood in silence, awkwardly still clutching their instruments long after the song ended. All eyes fixed on Jimin, who sat on a leather sofa before the group recording area, his arms resting on the sides, his expression unreadable. 

Jungkook turned to see Jin shoot Yoongi a nervous glance. He looked over at you, your eyes were focused intently on Jimin. They looked...hopeful. 

“So anyways, Jimin,” Jin broke the silence. “It’s pretty fucking sick, right? I mean with that solo from Yoongi? It’s gonna destroy, man, we all think so.” He nodded his head at Yoongi, a plead for him to back him up. 

Jungkook saw you avert your eyes. 

“We’ve been talking, Jimin,” Yoongi set his guitar down gently. “This could be the next November Rain. We’ve never put out a ballad before, and with how heavy the instrumental is, it’s gonna blow people away, and-”

“So this is what you’ve all been doing while I was gone?” 

The room froze. 

Jungkook saw your hands fall from the mic stand. 

Jimin stood, lighting a cigarette. “Whose song is it?” 

Jungkook’s eyes darted to Yoongi and Jin, then to you, your head dropped. 

“Well..we kinda all worked on it together-” Jin began.

“Whose fucking song is it?” 

“It’s mine, I wrote it.” Jungkook declared, setting his guitar down and stepping forward. 

Jimin scoffed, “You little shit-”

Jin stepped in front of Jungkook on instinct, putting an arm out in front of his chest to block him.

“Back off, this is between me and him,” Jimin spat, crushing the lit cigarette in his palm and tossing it onto the floor. 

“Jimin,” Yoongi stepped forward, setting his hand on Jimin’s shoulder. “We’ve already decided as a group that this should be our new title track. P-Dogg’s listened to it, and he thinks it’s going to be an instant hit, like hall of fame level. He’s actually the one that worked out the arrangement for this song.” 

Jungkook watched Jimin’s hands clench into fists at his sides, his chest beginning to heave. 

“I know after hearing it, even you can’t deny that it’s a great piece of composition. We all decided already, so just leave it, ok?” 

Jimin slapped Yoongi’s hand away. 

“You all decided?” he scoffed. “This is my band, this is not a fucking democracy.” 

“Jimin, don’t do this again-” 

Jimin shoved Yoongi back, and Jin took a few steps towards Jimin, his hand wound back behind him. 

“What the fuck are you gonna do, huh?” Jimin spat. 

Jin stopped, dropping his fist. 

“You’re all gonna just sit here and let some fucking rookie roll up and get a fucking title track on our album?? You’re all just okay with giving him all the royalties, huh?! He’s a fucking ROOKIE. He wouldn’t even be here if it wasn’t for me, and you,” he stepped forwards Jungkook, shoving a finger into his chest. “You had one fucking job to do and it was not to write songs for y/n.” 

“Stop it!” 

Everyone froze at the sound of your voice. 

“Just stop it..” 

Jungkook held his breath, his heart pounding in his ears as he watched you slowly move towards Jimin. 

No, don’t get too close..don’t get too close, he’s too volatile right now...

The ringing grew louder in his ears when he saw you take Jimin’s hand in yours, and looked up at him with watery eyes and pleaded, “Jimin..it’s just one song..can’t you let us have just one song?” 

He watched Jimin’s eyes grow wide. 

“You want to sing this?” 

Jungkook saw Jimin’s jaw tighten. He watched you lower your head in the tiniest nod. 

“Decalcomania is a beautiful so-”

“I DON’T WANT TO HEAR YOU SAY THE NAME OF THE FUCKING SONG.” Jimin ripped his hand from your grasp, his chest heaving. “Do whatever the fuck you want.” 

“No, Jimin, wait, come on man-” Jin chased after him as Jimin turned and walk out of the room, swatting Jin’s hands away. 

In his periphery, Jungkook saw you, frozen, shaking, your hands still out where they were holding Jimin’s, a tear falling down your cheek. 

y/n…

You dropped to your knees, eyes wide, gasping. 

Jungkook saw Yoongi dive towards you, taking you in his arms, squeezing you tightly. “No, no, y/n it’s okay, it’s okay, just breathe, ok? Breathe, nice and easy, it’s ok..” 

He watched your body shake violently in Yoongi’s arms, you were panting, your chest rising and falling unevenly, gasping for air.

“Jin!” Yoongi shouted and Jin turned, his eyes growing wide. “Get a paper bag!” But Yoongi didn’t need to say this last, because Jin had already turned and was running towards the kitchen to get one. 

“What’s...what’s happening to her?” Jungkook asked shakily. 

“She’s having a panic attack,” Yoongi rubbed his hand on your back. “This is just like before, goddammit, that fucking stubborn bastard-” 

That stubborn bastard? Is that all you can say about him? 

Jin ran back, out of breath and pushing past Jungkook, falling to the floor beside you and holding an opened paper bag to your face.

“Just breathe, it’s okay, breathe..” they both said in unison. 

“Better get Namjoon, go find him quickly, tell him to call the physician,” Yoongi instructed and Jin quickly nodded before he shot up and ran out of the room again. 

Fuck this shit. 

Jungkook turned, running out of the room. He still heard your gasping breaths and the crinckling of the paper bag compressing and expanding, echoing down the hall. He raced down the hallway, to the foyer, blowing through the front door and-

There he was. Jimin, getting into his car that one of the assistant managers pulled up to the gravel lot for him. 

“YOU FUCKING WORTHLESS PIECE OF SHIT!” Jungkook screamed, sprinting, lunging at Jimin, his fist landing in a loud CLACK across his jaw. 

Jimin fell back against the side of the car. “What the fuck, you little-”

Jungkook grabbed the collar of his jacket, throwing him against the windows. 

“Y/n’s in there having a fucking panic attack, she’s hurting, do you not fucking understand?? You did this! You did this to her!” 

Jimin looked away but before he did, Jungkook could’ve sworn he saw something flash past Jimin’s eyes, even if for a split second. But it faded quickly, his expression turned cold. 

“And?” 

Jungkook froze, hands shaking, his grip tightening around the material of Jimin’s jacket. 

“AND??! GET BACK IN THERE AND TAKE CARE OF THE WOMAN YOU CLAIM TO LOVE!” 

Jimin sighed, shrugging Jungkook’s hands off of him, adjusting his coat. 

“Isn’t that your job?” 

He opened the door to the driver’s side and got in, turning the ignition. The engine roared to life, and Jungkook stood in the cloud of dust as he watched Jimin’s car speed off down the road. 

Consequences…

This is one of those pivotal moments I always catch my mind drifting back to. At the time, though I was angry beyond what you can imagine, I was glad. I actually thought, ‘Good riddance. She doesn’t need you. I’ll take care of her. We’ll take care of her. She doesn’t need you.’ 

Consequences…

Come to think of it, everything really started to completely fall apart after that.

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loving him was never enough

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[pretty-koo]

shit so jikook au where jimin is a famous tiktoker (basically the korean lil huddy in his world) and has a model gf called nayeon. THING IS, theyre just a cover up couple, both gay, and theyre not actually dating but the public dont know that. jimin is secretly dating none other than rockstar jeon jungkook, known worldwide. people think jimin is an absolute daddy, he gets bitches left and right and has a big huge mansion, but theyre wrong. he lives in a cute apartment, he does get bitches yet he turns them down, and even tho he MAY look like a dsddy, hes the gayest bottom you'll ever meet. jungkook does one hot thing and hes painting his underwear white.

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This pic 😍😍🥹🥹

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[singguks]

friday love & the shadow puppets  →  vinyl, puppets #1.

[ june 13th, 1987 ] the shadow puppets release their first vinyl. 

Safety Pin was the debut vinyl record released by the label Pacific Record’s newest band at the time, the Shadow Puppets. It arrived in record stores on June 13th, 1987, with a total of ten songs, Seven Nation Army serving as its lead single and the only song getting a free pass to an official video on MTV.

🧷 background & production.

The band had just signed a contract with the label when the productions for the album started. It's said to be one of the fastest records to reach its final result. Turns out the band already had all of the lyrics written, when the famous producer, Min Yoongi, started working on it. With minor lyrics changes made by the producer himself, paired with his knowledge of everything instrumental, the album got to see the spotlight only a month after the Puppets' arrival at the label.

Safety Pin was not only a go-getter, filled with the band's wanting of turning themselves into propper rockstars, but also contained the moody struggles of the young artists. Needless to say, the concept was everything stage, lights, and a lot of rock and roll!

🧷 setlist.

✘ Thunderstruck ⏤ inspired by ac/dc.

✘ Brianstorm ⏤ inspired by arctic monkeys.

✘ No Surprises ⏤ inspired by radiohead.

✘ In a Broken Dream ⏤ inspired by rod stewart.

✘ Lonely Boy ⏤ inspired by the black keys.

✘ Some Might Say ⏤ inspired by oasis.

✘ Seven Nation Army ⏤ inspired by the white stripes.

✘ Rockstar ⏤ inspired by nickelback.

✘ Come Together ⏤ inspired by the beatles.

✘ Wake Me up When September Ends ⏤ inspired by green day.

🧷 the lyrics & behind stories.

Thunderstruck,

is marked by the first guitar riff of the exceptional Jung Hoseok, and the whole band shouting 'Thunder' every time the powerful and eclectic vocalist Jeon Jungkook finishes his sentences. In a quick interview with the press, JK clarified he co-wrote the song with the band's rhythmic guitarist when they were all having a good time in Texas. "It was the beginning of everything for us," the vocalist shared, "Although we had been playing together ever since school, it was the first time we had quit our jobs and started taking the band seriously. That's why we celebrated so much!" JK concluded making everyone laugh.

Brianstorm,

was one of those songs that took everyone by surprise much like its lyrics and from who it was inspired. The song that made multiple appearances on the most famous radio station due to fans' requests, was inspired by a real person. That's right! "There was this guy... Brian," Taehyung, the band's bassist, shared, "He came to us after a small gig. The guy was a real character!" he laughed. JK also added the motive behind the lyrics he composed, "He came to us trying to offer to be our manager at the time, and he had this weird necktie and even gave us a business card. Brian left us such a lasting impression that after he was gone we brainstormed about him... Hence the whole 'Brianstorm' title pun".

No Surprises,

there are few songs quite as desolate and quite as beautiful as this. Compared to the other tracks on their vinyl, this one is as lush and melodic as it is filled with dread and despair. Although many of the fans got worried for the artists, as rumors of it being about suicid* were raised, JK clarified, later on, that he had written the piece in difficult times for him but it had nothing to do with the topic. "At the time I felt very much lost... The way I was living my life, the job I had... Like I was shaking the hand of the things that slowly kill us in the end. You may get a pretty house or a pretty garden but you're not really satisfied or happy on the inside, you know? It was that kind of feeling I had in mind when writing this." the singer explained.

In a Broken Dream,

is yet another moody and charming composition of the album. It's marked by another of Hoseok's brilliant riffs, as well as an emotional performance throughout the entirety of this title. JK's voice will for sure leave you speechless and the lyricism of it will hit you straight to the heart. "I wrote this one the same day I did 'No Surprises'... Yeah, I was down that day," JK laughs it out, charismatic as ever, "It's about spending your life dreaming about opportunities as opposed to actually going out and living them... Like never actually living in reality but in a broken dream." he further explained. The rockstar is said to have worked a couple of different jobs before taking action to pursue what he truly wanted: music.

Lonely Boy,

shows that when it comes to matters of the heart, the Shadow Puppets aren't always the nice guys. It comes across as a vulnerable anthem but also contains bits of bitter shots and blatant arrogance. Still, the song has a groovy beat that made many bang their heads along! "I don't know if I'm supposed to say but yeah, it's totally about his first girlfriend," the drummer, Jimin, exposed the composition of this upbeat, organ-tinged, song made by his bandmate JK.

Some Might Say,

is where Kim Taehyung shines with a brilliant bass line. And although JK had made another melancholic lyric, the sound of this one is nothing but euphoric. "The melody was meant to say that everything's gonna be alright" the heartthrob confessed. Apart from that, there isn't much regarding the lyrics, just what we can conclude: it's a series of thoughts and opinions that someday crowded our dear vocalist's head.

Seven Nation Army,

"Tells the tale of a person that goes out of town and then comes back, and is engulfed in a sea of lies and gossip," JK recalls, "I remember the first time I got back to my hometown after having some small gigs with the boys outta town... All I heard was 'But is it true' or 'Did you really do this or that'. I got frustrated. I got to understand that every situation has a bad and a good side to it, with fame it's just the same... As for the melody of it, I stumbled upon the riff while warming up my guitar. Pure luck, I guess!" He laughs. Frustrations set aside, we can all agree that from Queen of England to the hounds of hell, just about anyone can sing Seven Nation Army's hypnotic riff!

Rockstar,

it’s a clever piece of subversion, detailing the "benefits" of rock'n'roll stardom although it also takes jabs at fame's corrosive side. "None of it is autobiographical," says JK. "It's all supposed to be silly things, kinda like what we used to think about the industry but amplified exponentially. That sort of silliness is sort of what we wanted to do when we sat together and started throwing ideas." Jimin adds as the rest of the Puppets agree and laugh, probably remembering the moment.

Come Together,

is one of the tracks that there isn't much information about besides the fact that it was co-written by the best friends of the band: JK and Taehyung. It had been said previously they had it written early on in life when they were still in school and being a tad rebellious. Apart from that, there's only a comment from Taehyung about it, "It's a funky track, might be one of my favorites... It's funky, it's bluesy, and we both sing it together pretty well. I like the sound of it... You can dance to it. I'd buy it!", well, Tae, so will we!

Wake Me up When September Ends,

it's one we can get emotional with, even though we don't know the real reason behind its lyricism. We can only assume since the Shadow Puppets vocalist and the frontman refuses to explain it. The same occurs with the bandmates. Even so, the introductory drums are the cherry on top, and Jungkook's voice pierces our souls just like we like it. More so, it's the perfect song to end the album, as the feeling we are left with is of 'just please wake me up only and if the Shadow Puppets have released their second album'!

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