Aleksander & Alina In The Form Of A Bad Religion Song:

Aleksander & Alina in the form of a Bad Religion song:

She said, "Thanks but I'm broken. I guess you must have misspoken. What a laugh, I've never been chosen by anyone."

She was barely a teen. Hanging out in between. Just a part of the scene. With mercurial smile and incurable style. She was only a dream.

How's that he didn't know a thing about making love to the kind of girl you read about. He said, "I'm bound to be broken."

"My Daddy bet that I'd amount to nothing. He won't let anybody show him anything."

He was a troubled child. Had been down for a while. Always kept to himself.

No she couldn't defend. He only wanted a friend. Now he's made something else.

It's so sad no one saw it coming. The paper said that he hit the ground running. "Oh yeah, I know I'm not broken. A little cracked, but still I'm not broken. I want to laugh, but I think that I'm choking on reality. When the World is turning for you, don't turn on me."

"Who are you here to repair?"

"Well I don't know what you mean."

"You could never resist glorifying despair. Well now it's coming to you and I don't really care."

"Well I'm not he kind to insist. You couldn't have missed, we must coexist. So please listen to me there is no such thing as human debris."

"Oh yeah, I know I'm not broken. A little cracked. But that amounts to nothing. I want to laugh. I'm not joking. I'm unbroken."

(Oh yeah, I said I'm not broken)

I said I'm unbroken.

(A little cracked. It's just a token)

I'm really not broken.

(Well I guess, I'm unbroken)

Broken by Bad Religion

478!jk’s definitely the type to have couvade syndrome (aka sympathetic pregnancy: the guy also experiences his wife’s symptoms) and y/n would be so confused 🤔🤔🤔 like huh, i thought EYE was the one carrying???

478: drabble

alternatively, jungkook’s on your team — literally :-)

[ 478 masterlist ]

Jungkook’s your personal security system with the way he insists to tag along to every bullet point you have in your work schedule.

You’re in your first trimester and although it hasn’t been as seamless as you’d like, you manage everyday. You’re not showing either, atleast not yet. The idea of when you should take your leave lingers at the back of your head but you feel that it shouldn’t be now, not when you’re still perfectly able without the bump and the fatigue on your way.

The news of your pregnancy is still under wraps with only your team and a select few people knowing as exceptions, unwilling to publicize anything this early in time.

Jungkook was already protective before yet there’s no term to just describe exactly how he’s grown even more now, a lingering proof of it being his very own chair with his name printed that the production crew had gotten made. If it were up to him, he would’ve also put his name on the call sheet with just how present he is.

“Are you gonna finish that?” he looks at Jimin pointedly, his voice hushed even if there were only a few people in the dressing room. Jungkook tilts his head to the food in front of Jimin, the latter having neglected his meal for a total of five (5) seconds because he was responding to an email.

Jimin remembers setting down his chopsticks two and a half blinks ago, but he doesn’t quite remember how badly he likes the meal with the way Jungkook looks at him inquisitively.

“Uhm, I don’t think so? You can-…” he clears his throat when Jungkook snatches the lunchbox away with a huff, eyes big and frozen. “… have it if you want.”

Without you present in the room, there’s no buffer. Jimin and Jungkook can normally tolerate each other and they even bond, actually. It’s just that there’s something in the air that your manager can’t exactly place with your husband’s attitude.

Jimin accomplishes his email and it barely even took him a minute, but he wishes it took him longer so that he had the time to forget that he doesn’t exactly have a meal to come back to now. Just as he’s about to pick up his chopsticks in reflex, Jungkook scoffs across him, his lunchbox already empty.

“Is there a reason you didn’t finish it?” 

Jimin blinks, perplexed at the whiplash. “You uhm, you asked if I was gonna finish it, Jungkook.”

He knows for a fact that he’s sleep-deprived but Jimin knows exactly what he’s seeing; the sight of Jungkook being pissy with him for no reason at all just makes him want to go look for you to hide behind you.

“I know, and you said I could have it. Why didn’t you finish your lunchbox?”

“Because you asked for it?” he answers unsurely, tugging at the collar of his shirt.

It must be the wrong answer because Jungkook’s eyes narrow even more, crossing his arms. His hair’s longer now but it barely covers up the scowl on his face. “No I didn’t. I asked if you were gonna finish it, not if I could have it,” he enunciates. “You don’t like my cooking, is that it?”

“What? No, no! I-I like your cooking!” Jimin amends, waving out his hands.

“Didn’t seem like it,” Jungkook scoffs, shrugging carelessly, “Yeah, whatever. I woke up extra early just to prepare lunchboxes for my wife’s manager and her friend, but it’s okay,” he snickers. “I don’t care, Jimin. Atleast Yoongi’s fucking that shit up. Look.”

Surely enough, Yoongi’s indeed fucking up the lunchbox that Jungkook prepared, his heavy breaths being heard from across the room because he barely gives himself the time to inhale with how good the food was.

“I care! I love the lunchbox! Thank you so much, Jungkook. Really, I do-…”

Jungkook clenches his jaw, shaking his head slowly in disbelief. Jimin can’t even catch up even if your husband’s face is set on the ground.

“Wow. And I thought you can’t be any more demeaning. God, you expect me to cook for you? Even Y/N doesn’t do this to me. You, you think that I’m just some communal husband that should cook a-and-…”

“Hi, baby.”

Both Jungkook and Jimin perk up at the sight of you, the former being placated now that he has his eyes on you, and the latter utterly relieved because he clearly needs help.

“Oh, hello,” Jungkook beams, grinning up at you. He melts immediately when you hug him from behind and it’s as if he wasn’t annoyed to hell and back with your manager just seconds ago.

Jimin’s speechless. Completely and utterly speechless at Jungkook’s change-up, his words reduced to a whisper directed at you.

“Was it — w-was it something I said?”

You discreetly put your hands over Jungkook’s ears and he doesn’t even notice, your face sympathetic because it’s clear as day that Jimin’s been put into a whiplash. “This couvade syndrome’s only gonna last until the first trimester,” you whisper. “They say it comes back on the third though. Don’t show your face to Jungkook for the meantime.”

You coax Jungkook out of his seat to tell him that your shoot’s done for the day, his head eagerly nodding in understanding.

“Jimin told me he doesn’t like my lunchboxes,” he pipes up, his eyes sly and menacing when he looks back at him briefly. “He also told me that I should go fuck myself.”

“I-..!”

You shut Jimin up with a pointed look, the both of you already knowing that nothing of the sort happened and that Jungkook’s going through it — perhaps significantly even worse than you.

You bite back a chuckle, humming which seems to indulge Jungkook immediately. “Did he now?”

WHAT was that ending of alchemy of souls season 1

i have never been more traumatised

no but why does pre tattoo do gang jae look EXACTLY like hobi in arson mv

That “안 죽여요” is literally my favorite line delivery in the entire series and I love this contrast of Gangjae vs. Changryul. That boy got range.

the way i went hot for all the bad guys in my name like??? choi mujin??? daddy material. do gang jae??? who doesnt love a psycho killer?