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Singularity Taehyung is one for the history books I said what I said!!
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this is how i think singularity depicts the pain and strength that comes with love.
this is my first entry for the first ever #worsdbybangtan event!! thought i'd share this here too for keeps <3 check my original post here
as someone who only became an army recently one of the first thing i did is to listen to their music & the visuals that come with it. as i start from the beginning, i saw bangtan's love has a strong presence already, showing their love for music & their desire to let people know.
it reflects throughout the eras that followed but as time goes on, the music & words start to sound new, as if whoever wrote it is trying to break free from the version of themselves that has created the songs from the previous eras, but not straying away from the love they had.
this is where singularity comes in. despite the sound being almost sensual, its lyrics beg to differ. from the very beginning, the second line tells that they have suddenly woke up from their sleep.
i like to think that this also symbolizes a new persona for the person, with new beliefs, ideals and even state of mind. whoever they were before they ‘fell asleep’ isn’t the same person they have become once they ‘woke up’.
the whole song also uses the imagery of an iced/winter lake to describe the pain the person feels, as extremities in a weather like this are physically painful that it does not let you think straight.
i like to think that the person ‘throwing their self’ into the lake symbolizes their resignation to the pain being caused by the love, but not trying to run away from it.
despite the pain the love brings, they know they are surrounded by its coldness that running away isn't an option. at least, not for now.
at the last few lines of the song, the person tries to grasp some warmth from all of it. they start to acknowledge that it may be hard & unbearable now, but there will come a time when the pain will end, slowly melting and slipping past every hole & crevice of their ruined being.
love, despite the pain it brings, is something we have all learned to endure because it is the very core of what makes us as a person. whether we think it’s real or not doesn’t matter, as long as we realize that its something we’ll keep on doing no matter what everyone says.
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SINGULARITY BTS (방탄소년단)’ V (2018)
Ms. Marvel #35 - “The Ratio IV” (2018)
written by G. Willow Wilson art by Nico Leon & Ian Herring
I posted this on my another blog lol
Have I lost myself
Or have I gained you
I suddenly run to the lake
There's my face in it
Please don't say anything
Reach my hand out to cover the mouth
But in the end, spring will come someday
The ice will melt and flow away
Singularity by V
Have I lost myself
Or have I gained you
I suddenly run to the lake
There's my face in it
Please don't say anything
Reach my hand out to cover the mouth
But in the end, spring will come someday
The ice will melt and flow away
Singularity by V
only girl - k.th.
genre : angst (3k)
summary : you’ve never felt like the you’re the only one for taehyung but what did you even know about him?
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"meet me at the top in 5"
you sighed as you read the message he sent you, short but clear instructions. it was either short texts like these or a short ‘lol wyd, come over’.
it was honestly not the brightest idea to go up but your feet moved on their own accord, just like any other time with him. you excused yourself from the dull conversation that didn't have any of your attention, finding it hard to keep up with the small talk about work and family. you headed to the terrace, heart racing a little over a mile, making you hold the glass in your hand tighter to relieve any kind of tension in your body.
you could feel your body betraying you in every sense with every step you took but you dug this hole for yourself, you dug it deep enough to make sure you wouldn’t get out of it.
your body shivered a little at the mere thought of seeing his disconnected but nonetheless beautiful face. his features, almost mockingly beautiful.
and before you knew it, you reached the top and your hand gripped the door a little bit, giving a pause to rethink every decision that’s got you in this situation and then ultimately pushing it open.
you saw him.
his back to you, an all too familiar sight for you these days, broad and built perfectly, laying tall and proud on the railing in front of him, a translucent cloud of white smoke surrounding and dissipating around him and you just watched him, this sight of the night sky, the exhaled smoke and him taking you back to when you started to ruin yourself for him.
careless, that’s what you were when you drank too much and finally gave in just to end up next to him in a moldy motel.
careless, were also his wandering hands on your body just a few minutes ago.
its not like you regretted it, it was never regret with him, only disappointment that it'll only be just this. you never thought there’d come a day when you would feel yourself wanting more than even the disappointment he presented you with.
but how much did you even know?
he sat on the edge of the bed, bare back to you with his shirt thrown over some lamp, as he pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and fumbled around for his lighter which was just out of reach for him.
you quietly pushed it to him, still struggling to string together words to tell him, because what you wanted to tell, you never could and you never will as it turns out.
he gave you a lazy half-smile, which closely resembled the smile he gave to every girl he’s ever seen, a broader one for the ones he wanted to lay in bed with and because he was already done with you, he settled for the lighter version of it.
and you fucking knew that. you fucking knew all of it and you still didn’t run for yourself.
instead, you took him in. all of him.
his delicate, deceiving facial features starkly contrasting his very strong, but lean body. you took in the way his art-like fingers held the small stick, veins very much prominent, his arm muscles flexing with his every movement. and that’s when you knew, that this is all he will ever show you, body bare but soul untouched, soul so out of reach that you couldn’t bring yourself to search for it. but you knew it was there, there was more to him than what he presented.
harsh realization is he will never give you more.
this is gonna hurt when it ends was all you could think of as you crawled to him, like a charmed snake and lit up your own toxic stick.
you shook your head, trying to get rid of the memory burning brightly in your mind, it still hurt you to remember where the train of self-hate started and slowly walked up to him, he didn't even acknowledge you, didn’t even turn to look. because that was all part of his game, pull you in, leave you trapped, throw the key in the ocean and leave you drowning.
whether he did that intentionally or not, you would never know.
you went and stood to his right, leaning half your body on the silver railing that shined too brightly for your dazed mind and looked at him expectantly, for him to say anything, anything at all, because whatever he would say, you would listen.
but of course, he continued to smoke like he didn't just text you to come up. you were getting impatient, blood running cold with every passing second he ignored you and his side profile that used to fascinate you was starting to annoy you, but it was still so hard to get mad at him.
when did you start hating yourself to the point of being okay with humiliated like this?
when did you become this person?
you didn’t even know who you were anymore, and pure aggression, self-pity all bubbled into fury inside your chest.
"are you gonna keep smoking like i don't exist because if that’s the case, i have a party to get back to" you snapped, turning back to leave, with no actual intention to leave, just to threaten him a little.
please ask me to stay.
and as you expected, his voice brought a stutter in your step. but they weren’t the words you wanted to hear. they are never the words you wanted to hear, that realization sits heavy in your body with a weight you didn’t know you could carry.
"you mean the party that is so boring, you've been secretly escaping every conversation that you’re being pulled in and checking your phone every two seconds, that party?" he snickered mockingly, and your cheeks burned because he was right, you were ignoring calls of your names throughout the night, just nursing your drink and shamefully waiting for a message from him. you became a monster of sorts to your own friends, just waiting for attention from him. that dug your hole a little more.
"how did you even know what i was doing?" you asked accusingly, crossing your arms across your chest, staring at him with narrowed eyes. because if he didn’t give a fuck about you like he claimed not to, he wouldn’t know what you were doing all night.
he sucked in the smoke into his mouth, and slowly opened it to release the puff of smoke, he knew what he was doing, he knew that he made you weak, he knew his effect on you and how badly you craved his presence. and each puff he released, felt like a direct dagger to your heart, each puff mocked you of all the sense you’ve lost since you’ve started fooling around with him.
"don't flatter yourself doll, you're not as subtle as you think you are" he mumbled with a low chuckle, and you hated how that simple nickname had you bucking your knees, a warmth spreading on your chest. because as much as you claimed to hate it, you didn’t. you loved it when he called you endearing nicknames even if the nature of them was intended to wrap you around his finger a little tighter.
"why did you tell me to meet you up here?" you felt yourself getting tired of his cocky smirk, and of this situation that you always found yourself in, even the smoke that lingered around him was getting on your nerves. everything about tonight reminded you of everything that was wrong about what you two had.
he shrugged his shoulders carelessly and went back to smoking. that hurt you.
that hurt you more than even he intended to hurt you.
because while he was smoking away and having a blast playing with you, every memory you had with him came back and left a bitter taste in your mouth as you felt familiar rage take over you.
you angrily stomped to him, heels clicking loudly in the silence of the dead night, and pulled the cigarette from his mouth, dropping it to the ground, and using your heel to completely destroy it. you felt a sick sense of satisfaction, just letting some of your frustration out on the poor and now crumbled stick.
he just looked at you with a bored expression, watching your action uninterestedly before resting his elbow on the railing and leaning his face onto it.
"are you done throwing a tantrum?"
ouch.
it stung, it stung that he looked like a god, all calm and cool, like he didn't care the slightest about your first ever outburst, while you were losing every bit of your sanity that desperately clung to you. this was the first time you let your emotions bare to him and he didn’t care. it was rich of you to assume he would.
and before you could stop yourself, frustrated tears came alive in your eyes and words tumbled out in a hurried rant out of your mouth.
"are you done pretending that you actually want to see me? if you were so bored, you could've just gotten some other girl to come up here for you, stop playing with my feelings like this taehyung." you practically begged him in a slow whine at the end, running your fingers through your now unruly hair.
you must’ve been a sight.
all broken and vulnerable, all bare to him.
when he didn't say anything and just looked at you while tilting his head a little, as if he was trying to gauge his own reaction to this, you scoffed at yourself, you couldn't believe how you actually thought you could change the kim taehyung, who was notorious for being a heart breaker.
"are you really not gonna say anything?" you whispered, the pleading tone staying persistent in your voice, the tears resurfacing and flooding your cheeks. this night would be the end of yourself before you could end him and you.
he clenched his jaw, looking mildly pissed off as he started to slowly step towards you, the smell of smoke invading your every sense until he was only a hairline away from you. you gulped as he looked down at you, tauntingly, it was honestly humiliating, him looking down at you like you were this small, delicate thing that would break under his gaze. and the thing was, you were already broken in his gaze, he just refused to see how your pieces scattered around you, begging to be put back together.
"what do you want me to say, princess? that you're the only girl i talk to? the only girl i care about? the only girl i see in a full room? that you're the only girl i fuck?" he whispered the last part in your ear, making you shiver, his words were dripping with venom, the kind of venom that slipped in you and tore your heart out.
because if you confessed how you felt with your actions tonight, taehyung gave you his reply in a thunderous wave of taunt, and that wave drowned you.
"well i'm sorry to ruin your little fantasy, but you're not the only girl who begs to be in my bed and you’re certainly not the only i have in it" and there it was, the confession you needed from him to set yourself free.
his cocky smirk making its way back to his face, and tears continued dropping down on your face, your heart and body crying out for you, and he reached out to wipe them away, you didn’t notice his thumb shaking a little as he carefully flicked the tears off your cheeks. and just when hope bloomed in your chest at his gentle action, it crashed and burned at his next words,
"what a child" he scoffed, chuckling lightly and that snapped something in you.
every resolve and every barrier you kept broke, and god did it break spectacularly as you slapped him right across his cheek while your body was still tingling with his touch on your face.
there was a pause. in your breathing, in your own internal shock at what you’ve done, but also that sick sense of satisfaction was back. he deserved it, and that was all the conviction you needed.
he lightly breathed out, hands cupping his cheek while he cocked his eyebrow at you, as if challenging you to do more, lash out more, lose a little more control but you really didn't want to give him the satisfaction. you’ve ruined yourself enough for him.
"i'm blocking your number, let's never see each other again" you sternly said, voice slightly breaking but still making your point as firmly as you could with quivering lips and flushed cheeks.
he just waved you off, like he didn't believe me, ‘you will be back in my bed in two days’ was what his wave indicated to you but his cocky smile slightly faltered.
because this time, for the first time since you’ve met, he was wrong about you.
"no i'm serious, i'm done playing your game, i don’t have it in me anymore, i hope you have fun with the other girls in your bed" you directly quoted him and pushed him, walking away from the murderous site where your love for him was splattered on the ground, your love which died before it could bloom completely.
you felt his stare on your back but you knew better than to turn, you knew if you turned, you might just give in when you see his honey eyes which always held a silent plea you couldn’t confront him about.
the party died downstairs too, so you finally gave your friends the attention they deserve with a hearty goodbye, and plans in the future, now that you cut him off, you had time for people around you and you wanted as many people back in your life as there were when you entered taehyung’s. he really did cost you a lot.
but you were gone now. all your love was gone too.
and here was taehyung was holding back tears as an unlit cigarette hung from his mouth, the faint taste of nicotine coating his tongue just enough for his lost sanity, as soft wind hit his face, he watched the bright lights in the city slowly fade away, he felt empty as he always did. but he felt emptier without you trying to fill his void.
but he knew it was for the best, he couldn't put you through whatever his previous partners went through trying to fix him, he couldn't break you, ruin you even if he unknowingly already did.
because you deserved to be loved, you deserved to be called nicknames with no malice, you deserved someone you could kiss the cheek of, you deserved someone who stayed.
so he was okay with you walking away, and also shamefully okay with you hating him. it was what he had to do.
he tried to shake the look on your face, your delicate face scrunching into pain would visit him in every one of his nightmares, as he easily lied to you about everything, he really wasn't seeing anyone else, or sleeping with anyone else, too enamored by you and too busy falling a little for you.
but he had too much of an ego to actually admit it, fuck he wouldn’t admit it even now, as familiar guilt, shame and hate pooled in his stomach for himself in a way that would knock his breath out.
he couldn’t do anything about his breaking heart. that only started to heal when you came along.
he knew that if you even got the slightest hint that he cared, you would try your hardest to stay. because that was just who you were, stubborn but loving. you were filled with love to give and take, and as much as he loved to take, he knew you deserved to be given love too. which he just couldn’t do.
"it was for the best" he sighed, finally lighting the stick and he pulled in puff after puff, trying to ignore the sinking feeling in his chest.
you really were the only girl for him.
but you weren’t his anymore. you made that abundantly clear.
the only thing that remained of you two was the pack of cigarettes littered with doodled hearts that you drew, in his pocket, becoming heavier by the second.
I cannot pretend I do not want it. All of it. To experience everything, slowly and also at once. Live, learn, laugh, love.. loss.
Have I lost myself... Or have I gained you?
Tae perfoming singularity live is smth i cant forget lmao. its so amazingly good!!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO OUR ONLY BABY BEAR
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It is wet between my legs and all I did was listen to a song that’s the power of taehyung wtf
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