𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘪 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥

hyyh taejoon x merry Christmas, i miss you

projecting my sadness onto hyyh taejoon🙂‍↕️

“𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘢𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦, 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘯. 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘢 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥, 𝘸𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨.”

— 𝙝𝙮𝙮𝙝 𝙩𝙖𝙚𝙟𝙞𝙣 𝙭 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙨 / 𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙡 𝙘𝙖𝙞𝙣

happy 8 years of the masterpiece that is Spring Day 🍃🌸

I was on a train 7 months ago and it was 1am and I had written something and just rediscovered it

jungkook sits across from yoongi on the train. as he looks out the window, the trees and foliage and twilight flutter past him, not fast enough for him to miss, but not slow enough for him to linger in the spaces between them. he sees yoongi’s reflection in the window, the fluorescent train lights illuminating his hunched over figure scrolling away at his phone. the dark night bleeds into yoongi’s face. he’s transparent, but if jungkook concentrates, he becomes almost solid, the color of his arm so close to reality in the tinted glass. but if he shifts his focus to the scenery, yoongi is marred, the trees and buildings blending into the lines that outline his face, making him disappear. it invokes some strange, irrational fear in jungkook’s gut, something knotted in his intestines that burrows itself further in as he keeps staring. yoongi fades, then he is solid, then he is a mixture of blue and green and shapes that twist and change form at random. then he is solid again. for just a moment, when they pass a particularly red brick building, yoongi is gone completely. it makes jungkook want to look away. but he keeps his eyes trained on the reflection, watching yoongi wrinkle his nose, shift in his seat. absentmindedly scratch his arm. he wonders if yoongi knows he’s watching him. he wonders if yoongi will look up and into the window, and catch jungkook’s reflected eyes with his own. harness jungkook’s gaze and keep him trapped there as he bores into his heart. he wonders if he will see jungkook, make eye contact, with both their reflected states fading in-and-out of the trees, only half-existing, and if their temporary presences will find each other in the murk. if jungkook presses his nose to the glass, the reflections disappear. but he is selfish and wants to stare at yoongi and the slight flick of his thumb as he pads at his phone screen, he wants to trap this vision in his cornea forever. he wants to access it later when he’s alone, basking in the memory of yoongi’s closeness. the intimacy of it. jungkook wants him forever.

(the scariest thing about reflections (is that although he can see yoongi in almost-solid) (he can’t see himself at all) (he is transparent) (the outline of his head barely there as the sky takes the place of his face) (yoongi exists but jungkook does not) (yoongi exists on a different plane) (on opposing photoreceptive realms) (but maybe) (on yoongi’s end) (jungkook is only thing he sees.)

𝘸𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘴…

— 𝙝𝙮𝙮𝙝 𝙟𝙞𝙝𝙤𝙥𝙚 𝙭 𝙗𝙚𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙝 𝙭 𝙧𝙚𝙛𝙡𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨

begins youth is absolutely everything younger me could have wished for. its scratching the hyyh itch so well that its leaving me elated. sure, some things are different. sure, bighit messed with the release logistics. honestly? i cant care.

jin is here and he's carrying the pressure of the adult world and his found family. joon's here and he's throwing a protective arm over tae's shoulders like they aren't tired from 16 hours of work. jimin's dealing with demons that are straight out of psychological horror movies and his empty eyes when he smiles might be the biggest offender. hobi with his absolutely insanely human condition about the things he did to get love and attention and that conversation about tools for survival. tae who is the most hyyh of them all, balancing that knife's edge of innocent childishness and genetic violence, standing like he isn't a ticking time bomb.

jungkook, the youngest, who found a family and latched on too hard. who everyone worries will be corrupted, who has never quite fit in right, who smiles as he says words that belong to experiences much older than him. yoongi who has never been just the angst, the emotionless bastard. who has always shed that for his friends, thinking nothing of high falsettos and ridiculous cheers for their smiles. who silently protects and is loyal to the end. who is afraid of letting it be known, so that they can't expect him to stay, be someone worth staying for, because he wasn't enough for her and he'll never be enough for them. the roof of a building and the flickering of a flame.

agh. its so good. i feel so vindicated. this mattered to me, and whoever worked on this, it mattered to them too. the actors clearly studied and respected their roles, the characterisation stays true to them despite the source material being so easy to retcon. there's so much care and authenticity to what hyyh was back then. its still here, we never moved on, and they haven't either. thank god. i never said goodbye.

chaotic food moments from the todobaku fic “candy canes and christmas crackers” on ao3 by @glamrock-lizardman bc it’s been a while since i finished reading it and im still thinking about it and laughing 😂

if you love fluff, family bonding, and wonderfully executed classic romcom tropes, 10/10 would recommend!!!!!

𝙝𝙮𝙮𝙝 𝙭 𝙗𝙚𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙝 𝙭 𝙧𝙞𝙘𝙠’𝙨 𝙥𝙞𝙖𝙣𝙤

and the timeloop continues!

happy April 11 to those who celebrate 🤩

safe travels, Seokjin🫡

𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘨𝘰

— 𝙞𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙤𝙣’𝙩 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 / 5𝙨𝙤𝙨