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The little boy I nanny gets extremely cuddly right after he wakes up from his nap. Usually, I use nap time as a window to get some of my own homework done, so of course I was sitting on the couch watching bts videos on youtube when he woke up. He came shuffling over, cuddled up with me, saw that I had bts playing on my laptop and asked if he could watch CNS.
I happily obliged.
This little boy absolutely loves Hobi. We must have watched the mv at least five times in a row and every time when Hobi first comes out, he gets all excited and shouts ‘IT’S HOPE’ as he points at the screen. It warms my heart.
Anyway, it was about the third time watching it through when things got interesting. This kid has stolen the bag of chips off the table and is happily eating while watching his ‘hope’ and all of the cars. his favorite part is when the monster truck falls from the sky
It’s the part of the mv where Hobi opens the car door to let Becky out and she begins the pre-chorus.
The little boy watches the scene and then turns to me and very seriously said, “Hope opened the door for Becky.”
I was a bit surprised by his comment. Normally, the only things he talks about are the cars and the monster truck, but it was very clear he was thinking hard about this. His little brows were furrowed and his hand had frozen inside the chip bag.
I nodded. “That was nice of him, wasn’t it? Does your daddy open the door for your mommy?”
“No.” He said before smiling. “Hope is nice.” Then after a few moments of quiet, he said very matter-of-factly, “I like Becky.”
At this point, I can’t keep the grin off my face. “Do you like Becky?”
He turned back to watching the screen. “Yeah. Becky is pretty.”
After that we proceeded to watch the mv twice more.
This little boy just turned three. My mom has told me countless times that I shouldn’t allow the kids to watch or listen to bts because she’s got it in her head that they’re a bad influence. No matter how many times I tell her otherwise or try to show her that they aren’t, she won’t believe me.
As long as the kids’ parents are alright with me sharing bts with the kids, I will continue to do it. (keeping it PG of course xD they aren’t allowed to watch BST)
I love this family, I really do, but their dad is not the greatest person to look up to. This little boy just learned something from Hobi that he never would have learned from his dad.
What this 3yr old said got me thinking. bts aren’t just showing us how to love ourselves, they’re showing us how to treat the people around us too. Their actions and the way they speak to other people, whether we realize it or not, that’s affecting our lives as well. People talk all the time about how they’ve picked up on some the guys’ mannerisms. Things like Yoongels’ happy dance, or even Jin’s windshield wiper laugh. But think about it for a minute, I bet you they’ve also helped change the way you treat the people around you. I know they have for me.
These seven men:
Kim Namjoon,
Kim Seokjin,
Min Yoongi,
Jung Hoseok,
Park Jimin,
Kim Taehyung,
Jeon Jungkook
they are some of the most kind-hearted and respectful men I know. Their messages aren’t just for the ‘older kids’. The little boy’s 9yr old sister walks around humming Answer: Love Myself all the time. And their 10yr old brother knows all the English words to IDOL. Helping kids to understand early on that they’re allowed to and should love themselves for who they are no matter what anyone else thinks or says is important. Not only that, but these kids are picking up life lessons from them as well.
You can’t ignore the huge impact these seven men have on all of our lives and I hope we can spread it to reach as many people as possible because I honestly believe in what they’re saying and I think everyone needs to hear it.
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can u pls do a yoongi drabble where you surprise him by coming to tour after not seeing him for a few months and he starts crying a little and the members start teasing him for it hhhhh i need soft yoongels
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A languid sip of water scratched down the length of Yoongi’s dry throat, mouth hanging open, eyes closing as his head hit the back of the couch, stature sinking further into the slouched furniture. His muscles thanked him, specifically the ache in the arch of his feet that tapped methodical beats into the floor, hums of something in the middle of the set list still clinging to the forefront of his conscious.
Thick eyelashes sank further into his cheeks when a shriek of his name sounded from the far corner of the dressing room, dying into a teasing coo as Hoseok’s voice reverberated over the others, “Oh, Yoongi hyung!”
Yoongi cocked a single eyebrow, wishing the couch cushions could swallow him into some sort of recovering peace, even if only for a moment. The giggling didn’t cease at his minuscule acknowledgement, growing in magnitude as he vaguely registered shadows shifting and melding outside closed eyelids. Another trill of his name died into a series of joyed laughter, both eyebrows furrowing at the bridge of the nose as he cursed, quipping, “What?”
“There’s someone here to see you!”
He assessed the room in a cool sweep, the thin slit of his gaze growing considerably when an intruding yet incredibly familiar figure stepped away from Namjoon’s embrace.
Your smile worked away from where your bottom lip had worried into your teeth, watching as he leaned forward, elbows on his knees, half empty water bottle clutched in white knuckles. Yoongi’s chin cocked, tiny smile curling on the corner of his mouth, an action that had you waving, shoulders shaking with a hesitant laugh.
“Hi?”
Yoongi ignored Taehyung’s grunt of protest when he shouldered past him, ignoring the outstretched hand you beckoned him with to curl shaking palms around your cheeks, tilting your gaze to him. “Hi...” He trailed off, eyebrows quirking as his thumbs passed just underneath the crinkle of your smiling eyes, “You’re...you’re here?”
You hummed, lips pursing, “It would seem that way, wouldn’t it?”
His arms curled around your neck, melding you against his stature. Your smile melted into chest, arms squeezing around his waist as he rocked you in a messy circle, lips coming to sponge at the curve of your shoulder. “You’re here,” He reiterated, voice softer as it tucked against your ears only, lips pressing into your hair, “I’ve missed you.”
The tip of Yoongi’s nose traced the contours of your cheek, ghosting over yours before settling beside it, crinkling for the fraction of a second that the corners of his lips curved into geometric angles. Words weren’t needed, the bashful lines of your smile mirroring the color that swirled and swallowed his irises as crooked fingers framed the rise of your cheek to tuck behind your ear.
You feigned covering your panic when the mist of liquid pooling along his waterline materialized into a single tear, the thick drop barely making it past the middle of his cheek before your thumb was reaching, drying it across his skin. Your lips parted, prepared to gently tut an encouragement when bellows of laughter crashed through the delicate ambiance.
“Are you crying?” Jeongguk wailed, smile teasing even if the jab of his finger was accusing, “Is he crying?”
Hot tears spilled against the side of your neck when Yoongi hoarded you closer, sweeping you a step away from them, timbre rough, “I’ll kill you.”
Soft locks of dark cherry combed through the spaces in your fingers, hand carding through his hair soothingly as you glared over his hunched shoulder at the taller man, “Leave him alone.”
Jeongguk’s eyebrows shot up, stumbling when Jimin fell into his side, “Oh, so he is? That’s sweet, hyung.”
“Cute!” Jimin awed, wrapping an arm around Jeongguk’s waist to steady himself.
“If I cry, can I have a hug too?” Hoseok bounded over, full featured smile encompassing the majority of his face.
You stepped around Yoongi, taking a menacing step in the black haired man’s direction, “Of course, Hobi,” You flexed your fingers, taking another step when he let out a high pitched squeal, scattering with the likes of Jeongguk and Jimin, “Come here.”
Long fingers clamped down on your wrist, arms sliding around your waist to anchor you in place. Yoongi’s chin jutted out, hitting your shoulder. “Don’t kill them yet,” His slightly damp cheek rubbed against yours, “I want to help. Or do it myself. Haven’t decided yet.”
You conceded with a hum, flashing your middle finger to a cowering Jimin who simply grinned.
“Fine, but only because you asked nicely.”
Your heels dragged against the floor when Yoongi took a retreating step back, lips curling around your ear, “Can we go somewhere else? Please?”
The door closed with a resound clack, silencing the teasing protests of his members that didn’t die away until you were swallowed by the dim lighting of the hallway. Lean hips pinned you against the wall, pouted lips swallowing your soft gasp as your fingers crinkled into his t-shirt. The plush of his mouth drew you back into a false sense of normalcy, as if it hadn’t been the first time he’d kissed you in months, as if your heart didn’t ache with the prospect of your round trip plane ticket scheduled two days later burning a hole in your suitcase.
A tangy splash of salt tinged liquid against your tongue drew your fuzzed worries into a tangible reality, cascading tears now spreading freely down the planes of Yoongi’s cheeks where the back of his wrist wasn’t available to blotch them away.
“Are you crying?” You mocked, gentle in cupping his cheeks to brush away the tears.
“Yes,” Yoongi deadpanned, kissing your mouth through your thumbs that rubbed at his bottom lip, “I missed you.”
“Well stop,” You poked his cheek, “You’re breaking my heart.”
He sniffled audibly, mumbling out a, “Sorry.”
“Nope,” Your thumbs crooked, jamming into the corners of his lips to tug upward, “Don’t apologize either.”
Yoongi’s voice muffled through your stubby digits lodged in his mouth, “I love you?”
“Better.”
His eyebrows curled together, bottom lip welling entirely past his upper, soft cocoa eyes glittering in a shine of leftover tears, “Aren’t you forgetting something?”
“Oh,” You shrugged as his pout grew in intensity, “I missed you too. And I love you, I guess.”
They found you leaning against Yoongi’s chest, eyes closed, his fingers tucked in your hair at the back of your head, lips flush against your hairline. A curled leg propped your statures against the wall, stature relaxed against the plaster.
“Still crying?” Seokjin addressed Yoongi with a soft smile.
The curt shake of his head went from gradual to frantic, eyes tearing away from his elder’s to cross the slumbering lines of your visage.
Namjoon’s cupped a comforting hand over his shoulder, “We’re heading out. Need help getting to the car?”
His negating answer was selfishly quick, so much so that his skin immediately dappled in flushed embarrassment. “No,” He cleared his throat, catching a stabilizing arm around the small of your back as he straightened off the wall, “No, I’ve got her.”
The leader’s smile was gentle, teasing, “I meant do you need help...”
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