So When I First Got Into Bts I Had NO Idea What Kpop Was. Bts Were Just A Korean Boy Group I Stumbled

So when I first got into bts I had NO idea what kpop was. Bts were just a Korean boy group I stumbled across, and I had no friends into it, but now I'm glad that's how it was, because I've noticed that when people get into kpop, one of the first questions there friends ask them is "who's your bias?" I never had that pressure, so I was able to slowly explore bangtan and learn what I loved about each member, with no rush, and, over time, before I even knew what a "bias" was, kookie became my favorite. Then, later, I learned about biases and for me, it wasn't, I chose kookie as my bias, but, instead, kookie chose me. (Although, now, jimin is battling HARD to replace him, y'all the struggle is REAL)

BE FRANK, WHO IS YOUR BIAS??? HONESTLY, I CAN’T CHOOSE ONE. I LOVE THEM ALL EQUALLY.

cr: beardsae

If you heard this in jungkooks voice then I love you

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Got the sugar out of the top cupboard to refill the coffee cup. When i closed it the bottom cupboard on the OPPOSITE SIDE opened. Why?

Was unloading the dishwasher. Sugar for our coffee is kept in a coffee cup. Absentmindedly tried to put the coffee cup up. Life isn’t fair.

This is why you notice when that boy isn't there... You frown. You know you should leave it be, but you're curious.... You look around for him, to no avail. You only achieve getting frustrated and being late for school. You curse yourself quietly and run to school, but you're still alert, so when you pass an ally, you pick up a quiet, "please...." You stumble to a stop, heart pounding. Was that your imagination? You turn and walk slowly back, listening. You hear a woman gasp, "no, it wasn't personal! We're from different mafias... I had to..." You recognise his voice instantly, "yeah? Well this is nothing personal.... we're from different mafia.... I have to...." You freeze when you see a woman on her knees, in front of the boy. He's holding a gun to her head... His gaze flicks to you and the woman takes the opportunity to snatch the gun, pointing it back at him. He freezes, cursing quietly. You cover your mouth. The woman smirks, "have you even killed anyone before?" The boy doesn't respond, watching her. She turns the gun on you. "Wait! Dont kill-" with lightening speed she whips back around and the gun goes off. You scream as he jerks back, grabbing his shoulder, and falls to his knees. The woman laughs, "you have a crush?" The boy clutches his shoulder, panting. You whimper softly and he gasps, "no... but.... she's not a part of the mafia... She's a citizen... If you kill her, you'll be wanted for murder... not.... that it would matter.... but if you're in jail.... I can't kill you..." the woman crouches down, pressing the gun under his chin. He tilts his head back, Adam's apple bobbing. Her eyes run down his throat, to his chest. You can't help but follow her gaze. He has a very nice throat.... and chest... her eyes flick back up to his face, and your eyes flick to hers. She says, "nice jacket..." he stiffens slightly. She says, "i want it. Give it to me." Your heart starts hammering. You know what this is. A power play. You've seen it in school. Older kids would make the younger ones give them their juice, there toys, or make them go to dump their tray for them. Someone showing someone else that they're the dominant one.... the boys jaw clenches and he slowly slides the jacket off his shoulders, wincing as it brushes his bullet wound, then let's it slip down his arms. He pulls his hands out of it, careful to keep the arms from going inside out, and slowly hands it to her. Your eyes involuntarily go to his arms. He has nice arms too. You can't help but notice the veins sticking out, running down to his fingers. He's tense, so it makes the muscles and blood veins even more exaggerated. You drag your eyes back to the woman, feeling stupid for being distracted by a cute boy while you're in this situation. She takes it, examines it, and spits, "it's got a fucking hole in it...", looking at the bullet hole. She drops it on the ground and pulls out a lighter. The boy shifts forward a little, making a quiet noise. The woman jabs the gun deeper under his chin and he swallows, watching her light the lighter and drop it on the coat. Your heart hammers wildly. He stares as the coat burns....

You kind of wish you would have started avoiding him at this point, but you still take the same path and you still glance at him when you pass. His hand is bandaged now. There's also someone there with him, a big burly man who talks to him like an old friend. You wonder if he's killed anyone before.... if either of them have... neither look at you, not that you care, it's relieving actually. Atleast they don't think of you as a threat....

So I was at my sister and brother in laws house and I went to show my brother in law a funny meme I found. He goes "oh please dont let it be a bts meme" and I was just like "no. It's not." Really annoyed, obviously, but didn't say anything else and just sat and fumed. Well after he sat down my mom was like "well I really like bts" and my sister goes "well I think they sound TERRIBLE" and mom was like "I like them because they try to send a positive message with their music and sing about good things" and my sister goes "have you HEARD them?" And mom goes "no, well I've heard a few songs, but mostly what I know about them is what Maria (me) has told me about them and they sound much better than what i used to listen to. I mean, I listened to awful, wicked stuff when I was younger. I'm very glad my daughter's (me and my two other little sisters) choose to listen to something positive rather than what i used to listen to." And they couldn't say anything after that and I just sat there internally cheering because I have an awesome mother.