Missing Wangae Parkgae Hours

missing wangae parkgae hours

U are so weird for liking Jay Park 😂 but then again ur a ARMY so I am not surprised...zionists racists sang the curry song and said nword...so much more...

u coo hoe? get ur head out of your ass with this misinformation lol antis like you are the reason i wanna put one finger in my pussy and one in my ass like a fucking bowling ball and throw myself into a ditch. hop off my meat with this jay park shit lol like i said, 90% of the industry, if not more, has said controversial shit. either they apologize and mean it or they don't and unlike jay, most of ur favs haven't apologized and decide to play dumb like they grew up on sentinel island and not a fucking first world country

as far as bts goes, i genuinely hope you're fucking around like this has to be satire. curry song? stray kids? yes. ateez? yes. gfriend? yes. bts? tell me why i looked up “bts curry song” just to make sure, and the only damn thing i found was a video of yoongi and stephen curry bffr now. calling them zionists is also insane. for what? drinking starbucks and eating mcdonalds? let's be so astronomically realistic for a second, starbucks and mcdonald's are global corporations, and their operations in south korea generally contribute to the overall profitability of the company. however, the profits from these INTERNATIONAL locations don't directly go to any funds for israel. instead, they're usually distributed among shareholders, reinvested in the company, or used for other business purposes. america = america. america ≠ rest of the fucking world? unicef has been helping palestine for more than three decades, and bts have donated 8.9 billion won (6.5 million dollars). they have also shared instagram stories of works of art done by palestinians that symbol peace and unity which i will attach below. as far as the n-word goes, namjoon used it years back, reflected, apologized, and never did it again. he has owned up to the questionable things he said when he was either a trainee, or simply young and immature, and has apologized. don't spread misinformation unless you want people to know that you live in 28205 hartland circle, 4711, charlotte, north carolina thx!!

wearing my nct shirt to the gynecologist tomorrow so she knows i'm not sexually active without having to ask

“no, i mean everything that i say. because, you see—as you can see right now—day by day, literally day by day, i'm dying a little more inside,”

✧.* lovestruck in the city (2020)

THE FACT THAT KEEHO TWEETED THIS SENDS ME I CANT I ALWAYS REMEMBER THIS AT LEAST ONCE A DAY AND CREASE

MORE MORE MORE (더 더 더) (DRABBLE)

✧.* 16+

jungkook fell in love with korea when he was twelve years old. by eighteen, he knew he had to see it all. he wanted to see how his story would unfold. so, he took the risk and the fall. his memory was restricted to a polaroid, all the bad ones drowning in a void. he wore his smile on his face and his heart on his sleeve. he said to his father, “i wanna stay, but i have to leave.”

he loved his daddy and his love for his wife, he grew up in awe, wanting the same life. his mother was pretty, he knew that was true. how good she looked, black and blue. it was all jungkook wanted, a life of his own. a woman like her to claim his heart, so he wouldn’t spend life alone. he noticed her hands that trembled and such, how her skin was ice cold to the touch. “don't worry, you'll make do,” he had whispered. “dad's gonna take care of you.”

you met him somewhere in daegu on the thoroughfare. you saw him, the glint in his eyes and the wind in his hair. maybe it was what god had in store, a route that connected two places and more. your clothes were ripped apart, he couldn’t help but look. he wanted to help you, actually. no matter what it took. he could see it, the pistol under your belt. thought it was cute when he clutched it, damn near made his heart melt. “i’ll take you anywhere, don't run,” what what he said. you took the offer, out of luck to spend.

he asked you, “wanna see the west with me?” love was out there, and he couldn’t leave it be. he drove fast, you could feel the wind in your hair. everything was gone—every issue, the need to care. love never meant much to you, but you agreed, “sure, maybe i’ll find love, too.”

you could feel your heart beat as you made your way to seoul. maybe you were healing, you could feel it in your soul. you remembered thanking god for time well spent, with your hands pressed together, jungkook saw how much it meant. asked if you believed in christ, you told him “sometimes, i do.” his gaze grew cautious, almost iced as you asked him, “what about you?” he didn’t answer at first, his stomach tying into a knot. then, he said, “even the iron still fears the rot.”

he didn’t care much about jesus, he just wanted to find love. he knew it was up to him, not the man above. you drove to find his lover, day and night. every little diner saw you, and things just felt right. when the moments were still in motels that were cheap, it was then that you noticed something that made your heart leap. you had started to see jungkook in a different light. for the first time since you were young, he was a man who didn't bite. told you, “i haven’t left busan in a long time, but now that i’m with you, it feels like a good sign.” could've sworn god was real when he felt you—tight, welcoming and warm, too. you loved yourself for sinning, something you were used to.

maybe it was real, you wanted it to be. you took your chances and risked it for everyone to see. thinking god had your back, just had to keep your faith all along. just like mommy once said, “put your trust in god and all your burdens will be gone.” you had lived through so much, this was a chance like no other. a love that no one could give, not even your own brother.

blessed be the daughters, suffering eternal through the sins of their fathers. blessed be their whore mothers, crying and angry with bated in a motionless ferry. blessed be the children, each and every one come to know their god through some senseless act of violence that says they’ve won. blessed be you, girl, promised to him by a man who only felt hatred for you again and again. you were your father’s girl just for a while, but he left you the curse that made him hostile. the man who felt hatred must’ve been him, he had given what was taken. then again, it could’ve have been god, maybe satan. you could barely tell the difference between them, that much was blatant.

forgive me father, for i have fallen in love. it wasn’t love, it was never love. but he had stopped listening long ago, the man above. you were foolish to think he was on your side, what you should’ve done was run and hide. but it was too late, your cards were dealt, something too long has passed since you last felt.

he was cruel to you, but it was all knew. what was the worst that could happen to a girl that was already hurt? you noticed the cross on the wall with a frown, since he had turned it upside down. he was a believer, that wasn’t a lie. he loved the man who opposed the sky. maybe it wasn’t his fault, he wanted love with a golden hue, but too many times had he watched daddy beat her black and blue. i want a love like that, he thought. he would get it from you and leave you to rot.

the chamber was dirty, the world was ending, yet you seemed to be the only one fending. the cuffs were tight and your body was bare, but to him it was right, he didn’t care. he liked it when you were scared. you didn’t fear for long, to jungkook’s surprise. he had stopped seeing tears in your eyes. instead, you felt something you hadn’t in a bit. it was the feeling you felt each time you got hit.

you wanted more, everything he had to give. you wanted more, it didn’t matter if you’d live. he had all of his options and still chose you, but he was sweet in ways no one knew. when he’d kept you fed and warm overnight, even if it meant beating you black and white. he’d clean up your scar and wrap it up nice, but every gesture meant a bigger price.

you were raw, exposed, as you hung from the wall. you were broken, bleeding, because he had done it all. don’t talk to strangers or you might fall in love, that love will be there when push turns to shove. he didn’t give a damn about you, that much you knew. he wanted you to hurt for what your faith had put him through. even the iron still feared the rot, hiding from something you couldn't stop.

licking your wounds, it was all you could do. counting your blessings until he was finished with you. you counted your curses until he was done, but the list just continued on. he wanted to hurt you, he thought it was fair. he was his daddy’s boy, and you weren't going anywhere.

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