GENIUS LAB YG

welcome to yoongi's studio🫡

genius lab | yg

↳ pairing yoongi x you

↳ words 4k

↳ author’s note happy birthday to my fellow 93 liner, Yoongi. May we find a clue on what we’re doing in life. But hey, at least your life is better than mine, right? --i personally think that yoongi is very talkative to people he is most comfortable with. so that’s how i depicted him. i’m sick of people saying he’s cold and unaffectionate, it really is all or nothing for yoongi ok. 

↳ 3/3 ‘take your wife to work’ fic

↳ genre husband!yoongi, domestic au, fluff

↳ song sleeping at last ‘two’

“Babe, so skydiving right...?” “Yup.” “Which one thrills you most: the fall or the fact that you’re in the sky?”

Yoongi walks around, fastening the cufflinks of his dress shirt while you were tiptoeing against the bathroom sink, your bottom bouncing as you try to get a better look in the mirror.

“I don’t know how I’m going to get there on time, so the initial plan is I fetch you from the mall and then we go straight to wedding hall right?” Yoongi is now switching on the left side of his cuff which he had no trouble fastening. Now he is pacing to the far right of the bedroom, next to the unmade bed to fetch his Gold Rolex.

“That’s the plan…” you swing your head back so your chin could be closer to the mirror when you can see. Unamused with the lack of response thereof, Yoongi marches to the opened bathroom door to see you are now sitting on the bathroom counter, trying to pinch something on your chin.

“What on earth are you doing?” he leans on the door frame. You dangle your head to the side where he is, mulling, “What people with pimples do in the morning, because not everyone is blessed with clear skin…”

For emphasis, you eyed him up and down before resuming your task. Yoongi was about to leave you alone if your answers weren’t that annoying, but it was, so he grabbed you by the chin, making you lean your head on his chest while you struggle to break free of his head lock.

“You will not touch that pimple,” Yoongi hissed while trying to put an anti-bacterial lotion on the said boil. “I want to,” you spat back.

Yoongi lets you go and helped you down from the counter.

“It hurts…” you mewled. “Yeah, it wouldn’t if you didn’t poke it,” Yoongi passed, putting the ointment back.

His black slacks are hugging his bums quite attractively now that you have the time to pay attention to it. He was checking his phone, with one hand on his hip while you put on your black bra and undies before strolling across the room like nothing is wrong.

“I got an update from the event chatroom,” Yoongi pauses and reads the text out loud so you could hear them, he follows you closely outside where the living room was, “Please refrain from bringing outside food as we have food prepared for the performers and early guests in the cafeteria right below the hall. Remember to bring your tags for identification.”

Next, the kitchen. You pour yourself a drink nodding mindlessly, still wearing just bra and undies, “No take out then, shame… I was really craving for some spicy braised chicken,” you swirled the coffee mug around and took a sip, “Maybe we could, a few hours before we leave.”

“No, no, we won’t make it on time if we did,” Yoongi shook his head, eyes glued to his phone. “We won’t, but I will. Me, alone,” you corrected him, leaning against the kitchen counter, gazing lovingly into your mug of black coffee, your go-to morning breakfast. Staggered by your response to have good food without him, he peeled his eyes from his phone almost immediately. “I will not allow such a thing!” he thundered, before his eyes falls to the valleys of your breast, thighs and bare torso, “Where are your clothes?!”

“Took you long enough,” you arched an eyebrow before passing him the very mug you were drinking from. There’s still some liquid in them and Yoongi downed them at once. His eyes follows you down to the living room where the couch was. “I figured that if I’m not going to see my husband all May and the beginning of June, I might as well leave him with some…” you smacked your lips together, resuming, “penetrative memory, so to speak,” you pointed the remote to the television and it played the playlist.

Yoongi froze. He is also blinking rapidly, stammering, “p-p-pene-penetrative memory?” You moved passed his shoulder and glided your hand down the length of his forearm, executing as little pressure as you can so he could barely feel you there, “of what he is missing when he is away…”

He could hear you smile and with a loud smack on his butt coming from your palm, he knows today is going to be slightly difficult to go through and by difficult, he meant hard. And he also knows that you probably had stood there watching it jiggle, because you’re a demon he had gotten married to.

“I was kidding,” you hummed, throwing your head back while getting dressed in an emerald green knee length dress, after you saw blood draining down his face and possibly pooling somewhere else that might delay today’s plan, “You look like you’re about to faint… I’m not going to do that, especially having to go to your studio first, before the mall and then, attending the wedding.”

Bittersweet. He would like the tease, to be honest. And what do you mean by going to his studio first? “You honestly think you can go AWOL without your office calling you to be in your studio at least once, today? They’re calling you right now,” you tipped your eyes to his phone and it vibrated.

Yoongi clenched his eyes shut but after he threw an acid glance at your smiling face.

He threw a throw pillow at you and left the room to be in his home studio. You weren’t very much interested into having musical discussion today, but if Yoongi needs to go then you’ll understand. You’ve had musical discussions all night. To pry a dedicated man is a difficult task, so you have a reminder set on his phone, as: love wifey time. Which go off at least five times a day; a number you both had agreed on, prior to the initiation.

Yoongi left the door gaping open, which led you to sit on the chair he has inside and begin reading a magazine he was featured in. One particular paragraph in that article reads,

How do you balance private life from your professional one?

Yoongi’s responds were, alas, extremely straightforward, no sugar coating whatsoever.

“Very badly. I define private life as home, wife, family, Holly, etc. And I feel like a married life is so much different from how I was still single. I have more commitments now, more people I need to take care of. I still feel like I’m in that transition? I know my wife had been secluding herself in terms of making more space for my work and she sacrifices a lot in order for me to continue doing this (music). If you think that I’m balancing the two flips of my life good, I have to thank my wife for that, truly. She’s my anchor, my rope, my stone.”

He is quite a talker. He is sitting in his chair, swiveling around with the phone on his ear, his veiny hand scratching the back of his neck--the conversation too complex for you to make sense of. His head is bobbing in agreement to what the caller had to say. It must have been one of those expenses thing again. Yoongi is in charge of making decisions to how a track should be and even if he takes literally 5 seconds to decide those; he takes an eternity to decide if you look good in a dress or a blouse. Music is all he is good at. It’s both a curse and a blessing.

“Listen, Jungkook,” he begins, spinning around in his chair so he faces you, “I don’t think we can do this through the phone. I have a packed day today, but I can squeeze some time somewhere before noon, what do you say babe?” Yoongi asked, with a slight drawl.

“Sure,” you shrugged and gave him a lopsided smile. “I’ll see you before noon, Jungkook…” Yoongi ended the call.

You stood up to reveal that your dress weren’t zipped all the way yet. Gathering all your hair to one side, you gave Yoongi your backside and he proceeds to trail kisses up your spine as he zips them up.

“With one look on that dress, I could tell we won’t be at that wedding for long,” he whispers hotly against the shell of your ear. You faced him with a cunning smile, and batted your eyelash at your handsome husband, circling your arm around his neck. “Oh really, says who?” you arched one eyebrow at him, just to tease him further. “Mr. Min Yoongi, Grammy winner,” he clicked his tongue.

The day is sunny, there were not much vehicles around. A very slow Saturday for everyone. Yoongi is driving and you’re on the phone with the bride who is currently panicking.

“Look, when I got married to Yoongi, I, too, wasn’t sure that I was marrying the right guy. He is never home, he is heavily invested on musical equipments instead of home appliances, and he hogs the blanket. And then I got married to him, and he still is never home, buys 25 pianos and hogs the blanket. Truth is darling, marriage aren’t going to change nobody, change is going to happen when the individual allows it…”

Yoongi frowned at the view ahead but 100% listening to everything you said. Which 75% lies and chances are, the bride knows that. You go to great lengths to make people smile, even if it means grilling lies about your husband. They know how responsible he is, that itself didn’t need exhibition although you’re pretty much an exhibitionist yourself.

“Don’t worry, Yoongi is going to be there as your pianist, he pinky promised me. So he is coming. He was reading the event chatroom before he leaves and I honestly want to tell you, hun, everything is fine. All you need to do is breathe, look pretty and put trust in your future hubby. You’ve gone through so much for this to happen, you’re halfway there already…okay? Okay, I’m going to see you in a few more hours, and I don’t want these conversations of thinking you’re not good enough, because that is bullshit. You’re a great wife, I almost married you, if Yoongi didn’t snatch me first,” Yoongi poke your sides and you jolted but still maintaining the smile on your face as you bid farewell on the phone with your friend.

“She is low on sugar and everything is pissing her off,” you exhaled through your nose and Yoongi rubbed your knees with his right palm. You fetched that very hand and entwined your fingers with his. You switched your attention out the car window to see several motorcyclists passing through. “Isn’t it too late to be having wedding jitters?” Yoongi glanced at you once in a while, cruising comfortably through the city with few traffics.

“It is never too late to have wedding jitters… I know where she’s coming from and I’ve been there,” you raised both brows and added a little squeeze on his hand.

“I know weddings are scary… it’s huge, it carries so much weight and responsibilities. It’s two families merging into one, with a lot of expectations and goals to achieve…” Yoongi rambles.

“It’s to trust someone with your whole life, and to devote yourself into a household name, and you fear that you hadn’t been seeing the full layers of your lover, frightened that he might leave one, unrevealed. Marriage is like.. Like skydiving...without parachutes. You leap out of the ass of a moving plane, unsure if you’re going to land safely or not, but you just do it. It’s scary, at least to me, to her… we’re women, we have so many to live up for. And it sucks. That’s where the fear comes.”

You casted your eyes down to your lap, where his hand rested, you begin fiddling on his empty ring finger, playing with it, until he regains dominance over you and clasped them tight under his grasp.

“Some of us turn out lucky. Some, don’t,” you whispered. And he could feel that you were brought down to memory lane of your own unhappy home; the home you were raised in. There’s nothing else he could offer but an affirmation in his full presence. Even if it means, a small kiss on your knuckle.

♪...Like a force to be reckoned with A mighty ocean or a gentle kiss…♪

Jungkook’s studio has been raided with bags of food. A shrill call of his name pried him away from his computer. You walked in with a huge grin and Jungkook’s eyes turns into crescents.

“Hello you!” you cooed at the bunny as you set the food on his coffee table. Yoongi is following close by, carrying his own fairshare of bags. “I’m going to be right back after I send this off to the staffs,” Yoongi said but you rushed to his side, cutting your conversation with Jungkook short.

“I’ll do that, you help Jungkook,” you gather all the things from him and he held the door open for you. He watches you go down the hall and he reminded, “It’s the hall on the far left, next to the water dispenser…”

You made your way there easily. Most of them are gathering for burgers and you greeted everyone with a big smile.

“Only burgers?” you chimed and they started laughing and exclaiming once they saw what you brought them, “Yoongi wanted to get you food and I’m here to do the delivering… you look so thin since the last time I saw you, what happen, and what did I tell you about skipping meals!” You playfully scolded them. They’re all very young and they dedicate themselves into serving Yoongi and the rest of the producers. They are basically the machines in this company, and therefore, must be credited with their effort.

“Okay, you guys enjoy yourself… I’m going to go now, take care,” you patted one of the staffs shoulder, “Honestly, please...really take care of yourself, I’m worried.”

Using the passkey, you entered Yoongi’s studio with ease. He isn’t so big on cleaning up but hardly anything was out of place. The blankets for when he stays overnight are neatly folded, the bin is halfway filled, the humidifier is working, there’s some new additions in his studio family: new speakers, new keyboards, interesting.

The door beeps open to Yoongi walking in a slow stride.

“Why didn’t you turn the AC on?” he pointed the remote to the AC and took off his black blazer to sit on his chair. “Jungkook forgot that we were heading to a wedding so he asked me why I was dressed up, cheeky dude,” Yoongi commented, while leaning over the back of the PC to turn his PC on. “It wasn’t warm…” you shrugged and sat on his couch, taking off your heels and stretching your legs on his coffee table.

Yoongi promptly sit on the piano bench and uncovered the piano. Then suddenly, he begin dribbling a few note.

“You’re helping Jungkook compose?” you asked, resting your elbow on the arm rest, closer to where Yoongi was, placing your chin on the heel of your palm while you stare at him play. He has a beautiful side profile. It has always been his most charming point. The way his eyes falls to the keys, his cheeks full and round, his lashes make him look like a child. His veiny hands was a complete contrast of that baby face, and the melody he plays--as a veteran pianist; never fails to amaze you in ways you can never imagine.

“He couldn’t find the notes that would fit the beats…” he murmurs.

“So you’re memorising the beats that he made and playing a rhythm that would match, with a piano? By... heart?” you repeated. “Uhum,” he answered short, continue letting his fingers play an intricate piece. Something that sounded familiar from a long time ago, but you know for a fact that is nameless.

“You hadn’t done live composing in front of me since last year…” your tone falls soft and like a whisper. “I’m doing it right now, aren’t I?” Yoongi passed, “Listen, this to me, is your song.”

He started to play a short melody that reminds you of floating. A time passing, of sweet memories and the calming waters. And then he switches to a lower note and play something out of a horror movie, “This is when you’re angry…”

You giggled and shook your head, covering your eyes, “Glad to remind you of a haunted house…” “But mostly, you’re my…” Yoongi begins playing the ‘First Love’ notes of his older work. “I’m your living piano? Is that what I am?” you taunted him, moving from the chair to sit next to him on the bench, idling with a smile playing on your face. He avoided your eyes and smiled to himself and for that little moment, you knew what he meant.

That First Love was the embodiment of your beginning. There’s so many ups and downs before you both got to this point and at the end of the day, the feeling of belonging is beyond soothing. And in the chaotic life of Min Yoongi, lies a calming wave that was you. He was a wanderer in the forest of temptations and you were his salvation.

“I couldn’t possibly conclude how much you meant to me, but I like to think that this voyage that we are on, sails for as long as I live,” Yoongi hummed in thoughts. “I think we got it…” Yoongi shifted his gaze to the computer screen and emails them to Jungkook right away.

Yoongi moves and you stood up, before stumbling to your side. Then you heard a loud ripping sound. Both of you froze. Lowering your gaze to right thigh, you saw the threads come apart to reveal the strings of your black thong.

“Oh my…” Yoongi breathed. “Yoongi!” you screamed.

The deceptive cookie can with the picture of a smiling lady on them is mocking you. You’re laying on your stomach on Yoongi’s lap as he sew the threads back on. “I knew my sewing skills will be put to a good use one day. Never thought it would be today, of all days,” the thread was long enough for him to pull pass his shoulder, he pinched your butt when you wouldn’t stop wiggling. “Stop doing that…” “I can’t! My back hurts, and you’re taking too long… are you sewing or are you staring at my ass?” “How about both. What are you going to do about that?”

You pouted and cupped your chin, darting your attention to the smiling lady on the sewing container Yoongi had. You pinched your eyes at the view of it and let out an exhale.

“...I can’t even ask for the staff’s help even though they are far more experienced because somebody...won’t wear a normal panties…” his voice gradually grows louder. “I can march up to them despite your worries, Yoongi… and it’s a skin tight dress, I had to wear a thong or people will be taking notes on the shape of my butt,” you threw glances over your shoulder at your husband.

He is using his teeth to cut the extra thread unused, “Okay roll over, let me see how it looks.” You paused, and didn’t do what you were told. “What now?”

“You have a bulge…” you darted. “I know, so let me go to the bathroom and relief myself,” Yoongi sighed.

“You were sewing! What inappropriate thoughts were you having?!” you rolled over and he loosens his tie, angrily, “It was your ass wiggling in my face, and the conversations we had…”

You patted his clothed manhood and had him hissing out of frustrations; sexual and non-sexual. Walking backwards to see him, chanting, “dirty toilet, grimey walls and Valak from The Nun… dirty toilet, grimey walls, and Valak from The Nun…”

Sexologists say that thinking of disgusting items, or locations helps tame the boners down. So far it has worked with Yoongi, but today, he was struggling a bit, that you had to be driving to the mall.

“It is going down yet?” you asked. “I’m trying…” he groans when you purposely drive over a road bum in full speed, “It’s hard with your perfume dancing around my nostril.” “Let’s try stressing you out…” you hummed, tapping your cheek with you index finger pulling into a stop by the mall parking entrance, “How many tracks are you supposed to produce this week?”

Yoongi was shifting in his seat, clenching his eyes shut, “...5.”

“How many did you have done?” “Two…”

Really? Really…?

“You got to do better Min Yoongi, you have bills to pay this month,” you drove inside the parking lot, looking for parking. “Stress is going to help my boner down?” Yoongi is talking is harsh rasps now. That’s probably unintended, but now it’s turning you on.

“Well, usually… when you aren’t around and I’m horny beyond explanation, I usually plunge into self-implied depression? And it usually helps. If that’s not readily available, I could throw myself in a workload that wasn’t even real but my girlfriend down there gets fooled so...if it works, it’s not dumb. Look, we can’t fuck right now, because I’m in a hurry to get the door gifts from the mall, and you have to play piano in two hours in front of many many people so I suggest you get it together or I’d have to suck you, and I have a very expensive lipstick on,” you found a parking spot and hurried to unfasten your belt.

You intended a chaste kiss on your husband’s sweaty lips but he was out of it. He keeps moaning against your lips and holding your face in place.

“Honestly Yoongi!” You pulled away and struggle to hook your finger around the car door. “Please hurry…” Yoongi bit his lower lip as you slam the car door shut and sped to the mall entrance from the basement. Yoongi chants, “dirty toilet, grimey walls, and Valak from The Nun. Dirty toilet, grimey walls, and Valak from The Nun. Dirty toilet, grimey walls, and Valak from The Nun...fuck. Even Valak looks hot right now.”

“Yes I came for Mr. and Mrs. Jung? I was told that the extra door gifts are ready?” You chirped and the manager revealed the bags that you need to carry.

“Oh, I can do that,” you hummed to the sight of it. Within minutes, you were heading back down to Yoongi on the phone with somebody, two bags of gifts in your hand. You yank the back door open and shove the two bags of gift in before slamming it shut, so hard, the car rattled.

“Can you drive?” You didn’t care that he was on the phone, he nodded and put on the earpiece so he could continue talking.

It was pretty much empty when you came, but the groom was a little anxious. The door gifts are arranged and you rushed to get Yoongi on the piano where he should be. “You have mini rehearsals…” you hissed, and drag him by the elbow. He didn’t complaint and was completely obedient.

Yoongi went overboard with the music sheet of a simple Wedding March to making a complete Sonata until the emcee told him off. You were holding the bouquet to a frantic bride as she sat on the toilet cover with a long look. Listing her future husband’s antics;

“He picks his nose when we eat…” she sniffed, “It’s absolutely disgusting. How am I going to live like that for the rest of my life…”

You rolled your eyes to the ceiling, itching to get this wedding done and over with. Adulthood is difficult.

But as always, you’re expected to provide unpaid emotional support. Because, that’s what you’re good at. So good, that you considered charging everyone for it. Yoongi would purchase a lifetime subscription. That’s no question. And if he is listening to your thoughts right now, he’d probably want an added benefit as well. You’re good at telling people what they want to hear.

“All I hear is you are making up excuses to call off the wedding when you’ve dreamed of this to happen for so long… humans are not perfect and they come with flaws. And it’s up to you to make the flaws as beautiful as it can be, because as much as it is imperfect, it is yours. He is yours. Simply tell him to stop picking his nose if it bothers you so much, we’re past that zone in this relationship, now, aren’t we?”

Yoongi gradually feel the tension builds as the hall continues to fill up. Some recognise him as the Grammy award winning producer and some don’t. That’s no big deal. It wasn’t his day. It was theirs.

With a simple wave of your hand, Yoongi begins the Wedding March in a beautiful rendition he had composed himself less than hour ago. When you were younger, not yet married, you couldn’t understand why people would cry in weddings. Now that you’re older, and albeit, wiser, you understood how much weight was on the shoulders when such a union happens.

The bride looks stunning, with her hair up in a classic ballerina bun. Her veils giving the right amount of silhouette, just enough to make the invitees curious of how she looks if they hadn’t seen her in a while and holding the tails of her dress behind her, is you. Once she reached the altar, you joined Yoongi on the bench. Her husband took her hand in his, staring into her eyes, brimming with tears.

“We are gathered here today…”

It was a beautiful ceremony. Yoongi stood up before you again, and the event repeats itself; you stumble to the side to keep your stance and ripped your dress open. You clawed Yoongi’s arm with a horrified look, noticing that the people hadn’t fully leave the hall.

Yoongi took off his blazers and covered you from waist down. Both of you are scurrying to the car, the bride saw and although she was quite puzzled, she knew she’ll get an explanation from you later.

“I can’t wait to have that dress ripped off of you…” he grumbled and sped through traffic.

Once you get home, Yoongi tore off the entire dress in two forceful yanks, sending you yelping, face down on the bed.

“All May and beginning of June, you say?” Yoongi whispers hotly in your ear, nuzzling his face in your nape while he fumbles on the metal head of the belt he was wearing. “It’s the thong, isn’t it?” you rolled over to face him. You see his shy smile, and the way he was hiding his face by facing the side.

The post coital glow tonight was something else. You drew random shapes on Yoongi’s palm, talking in murmurs.

“Babe, so skydiving right...?” “Yup.” “Which one thrills you most: the fall or the fact that you’re in the sky?”

Yoongi hums. “The landing; knowing you would be there waiting for me.”

“You should be drinking more water…” he scolds, fiddling with his metal earrings as his jaws hung open to continue typing on the keyboard, fixing his lyrics.

“And give the bacteria an ideal environment to live in? I think not!” you retorted back at him. The response got him stop typing in the middle of a sentence.

The nonsense seep into his mind in an uninterrupted speed, which causes him to push his chair back so he could stand and turned the loudspeaker mode off. He pressed the phone to his ear and gnawed his lower lip as you rambled on how drinking water and eating food would increase nutrition intake in your body and allow the bacterial growth to flourish,

“–which would be the exact opposite of what you want me to do. Which is, getting well…”

Why did I marry her. Why the fuck did I marry her. Yoongi lets out a steady exhale to achieve peak nirvana–more like, attempted to. He grabbed his car key on the side stand and rushed out the door of his studio. “Now you listen to me…”

GENIUS LAB, YG

*new rookies broke into yoongis genius lab*

Yg : wtf are these brats doing here?

Hs : Yoongs calm down there still small and look how fascinated they are about your studio!

Yg : mosquitos are small too and I fucking hate these beasts

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decade recap

So, this is my attempt to do my decade recap wohooo. Well, let’s give it a shot! 2010: diakui keinggrisannya di smp, tibatiba jadi anak pramuka, mulai beneran suka sama riky?  2011: Lulus SMP dan masuk 10 besar, merantau at 14 yo, jadi anak smaga! 2012: sok sokan jadi anak organisasi dan terbrainwash dgn organisasi tapi ya karir gw gitu gitu aja, GPLA(aprl), patah hati kerena Riky (on dec) 2013: Being 16 yo (idk i love this age, it sounds good), not my event but yeah there’s sumn happen here at gayadha and genius, mei muncak ke ungaran 2014: Lulus SMA, I am 17, the worst phase (kehilangan cita dan cinta), jadi anak pwk undip 2015: Double struggle (sbm simak ulang dan keeping up di pwk) *smt 2&3, ngajar jadi guru privat (got my own salary), sedih lagi ga keterima UI(trying to face the reality(pwk)) 2016: *smt 4&5 1st operasi besar(operasi gigi wkwk), mulai menerima dan menelaah kalo gw di pwk, 1st place at studio perencanaan, kehilangan tante 2017: KKL(pertama kali keluar negeri, pertama kali naik pesawat, pertama kali punya paspor), KP di Bappenas (I survived Jakarta for 2 mo) 2018: KKN(which opened my mind), kerja di lab, ke SG+KL 2019: 2nd worst phase in life gw bahkan kepikiran bunuh diri 2 kali di tahun ini, no tangible achievement, being 22, well gw masih jadi mahasiswa dan belom lulus jugak. Tapi alhamdulillah hidup gw beneran naik turun, pas smp gw digadang gadang dan jadi jajaran murid berprestasi, lalu gw makin melejit masuk sma3 tapi prestasi gw biasa biasa aja, namun kondisi spiritual dan emosional gw meningkat di sini. Terus gw jatoh dan gagal gabisa masuk fkui, gw jadi anak kuliahan anak pwk yg gw gatau itu apa dan kudu ngapain life with no purpose at all. Kurleb 5 tahun di pwk critical thinking gw keasah bgt, dan gw mulai menerima hidup gw, terus gw juga berasa mulai ngerti apa aja peran dan tanggung jawab gue.  JADI ALHAMDULILLAH DI AKHIR DEKADE INI GW UDAH PUNYA PURPOSE DALAM HIDUP. TERUS UMUR GW SKRNG 22 TAHUN CUY YANG MANA INI SANGAT CRITICAL HAHA. SEMOGA NEXT DECADE, NEXT YEAR, NEXT MONTH, NEXT DAY, GW BISA MENJADI LEBIH BAIK LAGI DAN BISA MULAI MENITI PURPOSE HIDUP GW. BISMILLAH. Jan 2, 2020

my guy~ you reblogged a post about yg and jk in the genius lab PLUS it had something with praise kink. and, well, fuck, praise kink is my kink. i immediately got to writing this shit. about 95% chance it'll be done within 72 hours. look forward to it (ღ˘⌣˘ღ)

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YES I NEED TO READ THIS. You have to send me one of those links when it’s up *—–* (assuming I don’t find it first! I usually have a 6th sense for when good YoonKook is posted hehehehee)

Oh my god you have no idea how excited I aaaaaaaaaaaammmmmmmmmmmm *screams into the void*

Sedang jatuh cinta pada TV Show Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Kurang dari satu bulan selesai 3 season + 1 season on going! Sebuah pencapaian, karna ku jarang nonton apapun itu yg berbentuk series.

Awal mula karena punya kuota Hooq, tapi bingung mau dihabisin untuk apa. Setelah 1 season selesai, malah kecanduan😌

Mari kita rekap masing-masing karakter sesuai pandanganku.

1. Phillip J. Coulson

A leader, a father, a bestfriend, good-fighter, almost bald one.

Sebwa karakter yang 'dibangkitkan dari kubur'. Fyi, dia tewas ditusuk tongkat Loki di film The Avengers. Awalnya dia percaya cuma tewas selama 8 detik, ternyata eh ternyata lebih dari itu. Dia cuma ingat dibawa ke TAHITI, a magical place, untuk pemulihan. Padahal TAHITI itu singkatan misi untuk menghidupkan kembali A.C menggunakan GH325 which is berasal dari alien dengan ras Kree. Di season 2 dan 3, dia diangkat jadi direktur S.H.I.E.L.D menggantikan Nick Furry. Meskipun jadi pemimpin yang disayangi anak buah, A.C tetap digambarkan tidak jadi sosok sempurna. Dia punya miss dalam ambil keputusan. Though he get an alien blood, he still a human being. Di season 4 dan 5, dia tidak lagi jadi direktur, tapi tetap dianggap pemimpin terbae sama naq buahnya. Ah ya, di season 3 dia tida sengaja pegang kristal Trigen (batu yang bisa mengaktivasi manusia biasa jadi Inhuman). Sbab tida ingin kehilangan bos, tangan kiri A.C yang mulai berubah jadi kepompong Inhuman dipotong sama Mack dan putus begitu saja. Selanjutnya, A.C pakai tangan prostetik buatan teknisi kesayangan kita semua, Fitz, yang dilengkapi banyak alat canggih. Di season 4, waktu masuk Framework, kehidupan A.C sama sekali berbeda dari dunia nyata. Dia nolak ajakan Fury untuk gabung S.H.I.E.L.D. dan berakhir jadi guru sejarah. Dari semua agen yang masuk Framework dalam keadaan tida sadar, cuma A.C yang punya ingatan tentang Daisy.

2. Melinda Quailian May

The Cavalry, bad-ass lady, true fighter, muka lempeng jarang tersenyum.

Sebelum direkrut A.C untuk jadi pilot, May kerja dibalik meja mengurus berkas-berkas S.H.I.E.L.D. May dulunya agen lapangan, tapi semenjak misi Bahrain, she's totally changed. Di season 3 diceritakan alasan May berubah; she killed an inhuman girl. Kalo kata A.C, she lost herself there. Awalnya kutak suka sama karakter ini soalnya.......mukanya lempeng banget kaya sampul jilidan. Ternyata eh ternyata dulu dia manis nan riang, but Bahrain's changed her much. Di season 1, dia sempet bobok bareng sama Ward, tapi dia sangat menyesali hal itu. Lol. Di season 3, dia ketemu lagi sama mantan suaminya, Andrew Garner, psikiater. She once married, but yes Bahrain got them divorced. Mereka hampir rujuk, tapi karna Andrew tetiba berubah jadi Inhuman (The Lash), he left Melinda. Waktu masuk Framework di season 4, May jadi agen HYDRA, bukannya S.H.I.E.L.D. Tak usah ditanya lagi lah ya bagaimana jahatnya dia. Namun di separo jalan dalam dunia Framework dia berbalik bantu S.H.I.E.L.D., supaya bisa balik ke dunia nyata.

3. Daisy 'Skye Quake' Johnson

A hacker and computer expert, a good fighter, an inhuman.

Dijadiin agen karena banyak bantu dalam misi-misi tertentu. Dia menganggap A.C sebagai ayahnya, walaupun pernah ketemu ayah kandungnya, but still she's Coulson's girl. Dia punya DNA inhuman dari garis keturunan ibu, Jiaying, inhuman yang punya kekuatan tak bisa tua, organ di tubuhnya cepat regenerasi. Nasib percintaan Daisy tida pernah mulus. Season 1 punya hubungan sama S.O sendiri, Agen Grant Ward who lately known as HYDRA SPY. Di season 2-3 punya hubungan sama Lincoln Campbell, inhuman dengan kekuatan listrik, tapi ditinggal matek, karena bunuh the Hive. Di season 4 ketemu Robbie Reyes a.k.a Ghost Rider hampir tumbuh benih-benih cinta, tapi akhirnya nggak berlanjut.

4. Jemma Anne Simmons

A biochemist, a doctor, Fitz's soulmate.

Saintis kebanggaan kita semua! Punya gelar Ph.D dalam waktu singkat, lulusan terbaik dan tercepat dari akademi S.H.I.E.L.D. departemen ilmu pengetahuan bersama Fitz. I adore her, apalagi kalau lagi jelasin tentang permasalahan yang dia teliti di lab, cerdaz. Pernah jadi mata-mata S.H.I.E.L.D di HYDRA, tapi ketahuan, lucky her she is saved by Bobbi Morse. Punya love story sama Fitz yang naik-turun tiada henti. Di season 1-2, dia kaya friendzone-in si Fitz. Berkeras kalau mereka lebih cocok teman saja. Seiring berjalan waktu, hati Jemma luluh juga. Yaiyalah, Fitz bela-belain pergi ke planet antah beranta untuk jemput pulang Jemma yang 'terhisap' monolith. Di season 3, kisah mereka makin bikin gemash. Most favorite couple. Dalam Framework di season 4, Jemma tewas ditembak dalam percobaan dan konflik S.H.I.E.L.D. vs HYDRA, makanya dia digambarin bangkit keluar dari gundukan tanah. Di Framework, FitzSimmons bukan sebagai couple menggemaskan, saling kenal saja tida. Padahal di dunia nyata baru saling jatuh cinta, ciuman, bobok bareng. In the end, they got together once more.

5. Leopold James Fitz

An engineer, a monkey, an awkward scientist, once been a bad guy.

Kesukaanku Mr. Fitz! Seorang laki-laki yang waktu kecil dirundung sama ayah sendiri, dianggap bodoh. Pada akhirnya bisa membuktikan sendiri ke ayahnya bahwa, 'no dad, i'm genius. you just too stupid for knowing my talent a-hole'. Di season 1 dia cuma keliatan genius doang, nerdy, gak bisa berantem, culun maksimum, bahkan untuk ngakuin kalau dia suka sama Simmons aja sulit. Semua berubah semenjak kejadian Fitz-Simmons kejebak dalam kapsul yg jatuh ke laut. Fitz ungkapin perasaan ke Simmons, but yeah that was not the right time. Sepanjang season 2, dia selalu di lab, berkonflik dengan diri sendiri dan menyembuhkan diri pascatrauma waktu hampir nyaris mati tenggelam. Di akhir Season 2, dia akhirnya make a move ke Simmons, eh Simmons malah kejebak monolith ke planet antah berantah. Di season 3, Fitz-Simmons mulai deket (finally), meskipun teteup banyak cobaannya. Di season 4 cobaan berat mereka adalah AIDA, android buatan Fitz+Radcliffe yg ambisi jadi manusia normal. Framework adalah penampilan terbaiknya Fitz. Cool, charming, though had a demon inside. AIDA memprogram Fitz punya kehidupan yg berbalik 180 derajat dari kehidupan normal di realita asli; punya hubungan baik sama ayahnya, jadi pacarnya AIDA (Ophelia), jadi petinggi Hydra, gak punya memori tentang Simmons (padahal di beberapa episode sebelumnya mereka bobok bareng huhu). In the end, they made it, they reunited once more.

Dari sekian banyak karakter, yang paling berkembang Fitz, sih (dan emang ini yg favorit banget). Dari 'nerdy boy' berubah jadi 'bad-ass'.

Moment terbaik adalah waktu Fitz keluar dari mobil dalam status sebagai petinggi Hydra. Sadapppp (4x17). Moment terburuk adalah waktu Fitz bunuh Agnes di Framework. My precious baby has changed into a killer machine.

For me S.H.I.E.L.D. is an acronym to:

Super

Hilarious

serIes

i Ever Watched

in my Life

Dude!

💕

(This post was made in 2017-2018)

BMI celebrated the songwriters, producers and publishers of the past year’s most-performed R&B/hip-hop songs during the 2019 BMI R&B/Hip-Hop Awards held at the Sandy Springs Arts Center in Atlanta. Multiple-award-winning singer/songwriter and actress Brandy received the BMI President’s Award in recognition of her powerful impact on the entertainment industry and her timeless hits, which have secured her place in R&B history.

Hosted by BMI President & CEO Mike O’Neill and BMI Vice President, Creative, Atlanta, Catherine Brewton, the evening included stellar performances by some of the hottest artists on the music scene. The ceremony kicked off with a moving tribute video in honor of the late rapper and activist Nipsey Hussle to celebrate his musical legacy and remarkable philanthropic work. Atlanta-based rapper Gunna followed with a medley of his biggest hits, ending with his smash “Drip Too Hard,” featuring Lil Baby, who joined him on stage for the performance. Afterwards, Gunna received a special award in recognition of the song garnering one billion streams. Television personality and comedian, DC Young Fly then presented Memphis rapper NLE Choppa with the 2019 BMI Social Star Award.

The evening also featured a series of special tributes to Brandy, beginning with contemporary R&B singer/songwriter Jade Novah performing a beautiful rendition of “Talk About Our Love.” The tributes continued with Samoht singing a stripped-down version of “Brokenhearted,” followed by gospel singer Kierra Sheard’s sultry performance of two of Brandy’s ballads, “Have You Ever” and “He Is.” Eric Bellinger rounded out the tributes with “Baby” and “Nothing” which had the audience singing along. Brandy’s brother, Ray J, took to the stage and serenaded his sister with “Best Friend” before she was presented with the BMI President’s Award. Brandy accepted the accolade with an impromptu performance, encouraged by the audience, of “I Wanna Be Down,” before singing her iconic hit “Almost Doesn’t Count.”

The event also honored the top producers and songwriters of the previous year’s 35 best-performing R&B/hip-hop songs in the U.S. from BMI’s repertoire of more than 14 million musical works. Wheezy Beatz tied for Producer of the Year with Tay Keith. Keith also received the coveted Songwriter of the Year award, an honor he shared with Post Malone, marking his second tie for the evening. Song of the Year went to “God’s Plan” by Yung Exclusive and Marciano and Sony/ATV was named Publisher of the Year for having 18 of the most performed songs of the year including “Sicko Mode,” “I Like It” and “In My Feelings.”

As the 2019 BMI President’s Award honoree, Brandy joins previous recipients Curtis Mayfield, Ludacris, Toni Braxton and Will.i.am, among others in sharing this distinction.

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MAJOR WINNERS: 2019 BMI R&B/Hip-Hop Awards

R&B/HIP-HOP SONG OF THE YEAR God’s Plan Daveon “Yung Exclusive” Jackson Brock “Marciano” Korsan Annuity Songs Nasrock Music Publishing Songs of Kobalt Music Publishing Yex Publishing

R&B/HIP-HOP SONGWRITER OF THE YEAR BryTavious “Tay Keith” Chambers Look Alive Nonstop Sicko Mode

Post Malone Better Now I Fall Apart Psycho

R&B/HIP-HOP PUBLISHER OF THE YEAR Sony/ATV Music Publishing Be Careful Better Now Boo’d Up Butterfly Effect Fefe Finesse (Remix) I Fall Apart I Like It In My Feelings Lucid Dreams MotorSport No Limit Nonstop Pray for Me Psycho Sicko Mode Sky Walker Taste

R&B/HIP-HOP PRODUCER OF THE YEAR BryTavious “Tay Keith” Chambers Wesley “Wheezy Beatz” Glass

PRESIDENT’S AWARD Brandy

SOCIAL STAR NLE Choppa

BMI 35 Most Performed R&B/Hip-Hop Songs

All the Stars Kendrick Lamar SZA Anthony “Top Dawg” Tiffith Songs of Kobalt Music Publishing Songs of Universal, Inc.

Bartier Cardi Samuel “30Roc” Gloade Jaucquez “London Jae” Lowe Darryl “Cheeze Beatz” McCorkell Lamont “EZ Elpee” Porter BMG Platinum Songs US Have We Got Music For You Mushie Music Ten Down Muzik TJK Forever Publishing Warner-Tamerlane Publishing Corp.

Be Careful Adam “Frank Dukes” Feeney (SOCAN) Ghostface Killah Lamont “U-God” Hawkins Jason-Scott “Rebel-INS.” Hunter Method Man Ol’ Dirty Bastard RZA Jorden “Pardison Fontaine” Thorpe Corey Woods EMI-Blackwood Music, Inc. MYNY Music Sam Fam Beats Sony/ATV Ballad Sony/ATV Songs LLC Universal Music-Careers Wu Tang Publishing, Inc.

Better Now Adam “Frank Dukes” Feeney (SOCAN) Post Malone Austin Rosen Electric Feel Music EMI-Blackwood Music, Inc. MYNY Music Posty Publishing Sam Fam Beats Songs of Universal, Inc. Sony/ATV Songs LLC

Big Bank DJ Mustard Nye “NANO” Lee, Jr. Nicki Minaj YG Ce A Million Music Irving Music Kjack Publishing Mustard on the Beat Publishing Songs of Roc Nation Music Songs of Universal, Inc. Warner-Tamerlane Publishing Corp.

Boo’d Up DJ Mustard Larrance Dopson Ella Mai Blue Nike Publishing Ella Mai Publishing Mustard on the Beat Publishing peermusic lll, Ltd. Songs of Roc Nation Music Songs of Volume Ventures Sony/ATV Ballad Warner-Tamerlane Publishing Corp.

Butterfly Effect Felix Leone (SOCAN) Travis Scott Sony/ATV Ballad Travis Scott Music

Crew Brent Faiyaz Teddy Walton Songs of Kobalt Music Publishing Teddy Walton Publishing

Fefe Kevin Gomringer Tim Gomringer Andrew “Trifedrew” Green Nicki Minaj Tekashi 6ix9ine Create Digital Music Songs of Universal, Inc. Sony/ATV Ballad

Finesse (Remix) Ray Romulus Jonathan Yip Music for Milo Please Enjoy the Music Sony/ATV Songs LLC Warner-Tamerlane Publishing Corp.

God’s Plan Daveon “Yung Exclusive” Jackson Brock “Marciano” Korsan Annuity Songs Nasrok Music Publishing Songs of Kobalt Music Publishing Yex Publishing

Good Old Days Ben Haggerty Andrew Joslyn Bengal Yucky Publishing D.B. Joslyn Music Songs of Kobalt Music Publishing

Him & I Dakari Ashley Frangipane Edgar “Edd Grand” Machuca 17 Black Music BMG Platinum Songs US Cider Sounds Songs of Kobalt Music Publishing Songs of Universal, Inc.

I Fall Apart Carlo “Illangelo” Montagnese (SOCAN) Post Malone Posty Publishing Songs of Hear The Art Songs of Universal, Inc. Sony/ATV Ballad

I Get the Bag Southside Leland “Metro Boomin” Wayne Irving Music Pluto Mars Music Royal Legend Publishing Warner-Tamerlane Publishing Corp.

I Like It J Balvin Edgar “Edd Grand” Machuca Luian Malave Marcos Masís “Tainy” Tony Pabon Manny Rodriguez Jorden “Pardison Fontaine” Thorpe Anthony “J.White Did It” White BMG Platinum Songs US EMI-Blackwood Music, Inc. EMI-Longitude Music Co. Songs of Kobalt Music Publishing Songs of LVS Music Publishing Sony/ATV Ballad Universal-Música Unica Publishing

In My Feelings Jim Jonsin Lil Wayne Magnolia Shorty Adam “BlaqNmilD” Pigott Benny Workman Rex Zamor Eighth And Groove Music EMI-Blackwood Music, Inc. Jimipub Music Laumar Music Co. peermusic lll, Ltd. Songs of Kobalt Music Publishing Songs of Volume Ventures TrapMoneyBenny Songs Warner-Tamerlane Publishing Corp. You A Genius Publishing Young Money Publishing, Inc.

Lemon Rihanna Monica Fenty Music Publishing Warner-Tamerlane Publishing Corp.

Look Alive Paul “DJ Paul” Beauregard BlocBoy JB BryTavious “Tay Keith” Chambers Jordan “Juicy J” Houston Patrick “Project Pat” Houston Bloc Nation BMG Bumblebee BMG Platinum Songs US Lakeith Legacy Publishing Tefnoise Publishing LLC Warner-Tamerlane Publishing Corp.

Lucid Dreams Juice Wrld Dominic Miller (PRS) Nick Mira Taz Taylor Sting (PRS) Artist 101 Publishing Group BMG Platinum Songs US Electric Feel Music EMI-Blackwood Music, Inc. Nick Mira Publishing Songs of Kobalt Music Publishing Songs of Universal, Inc. Taz Taylor Beats

MotorSport Kevin Gomringer Tim Gomringer Nicki Minaj Songs of Universal, Inc. Sony/ATV Songs LLC

Nice for What Jerome “5th/Ward Weebie” Cosey Ghostface Killah Lamont “U-God” Hawkins Jason-Scott “Rebel-INS.” Hunter Mannie Fresh Method Man Ol’ Dirty Bastard Adam “BlaqNmilD” Pigott RZA Bryan “Baby” Williams Corey Woods Fresh Is The Word Money Mack Music Songs of Kobalt Music Publishing Songs of Universal, Inc. Universal Music-Careers Wobblemart Publishing Wu Tang Publishing, Inc. You A Genius Publishing

No Brainer Nick Balding DJ Khaled Nolan Lambroza David Park BMG Platinum Songs US Give Thanks Publishing Warner-Tamerlane Publishing Corp.

No Limit A$AP Rocky Jay Anthony Edgar “Edd Grand” Machuca Jorden “Pardison Fontaine” Thorpe A$AP Rocky Publishing LLC BMG Platinum Songs US Sony/ATV Ballad Sony/ATV Songs LLC

Nonstop BryTavious “Tay Keith” Chambers Sakata Oatis Kenza Samir (SOCAN) EMI-Blackwood Music, Inc. Great South Bay Music Lakeith Legacy Publishing Warner-Tamerlane Publishing Corp.

Plug Walk Grant “Lab Cook” Dickinson (SOCAN) JRHITMAKER Tay Taylor Annuity Songs Artist 101 Publishing Group Electric Feel Music JR Hitmaker Publishing Songs of Kobalt Music Publishing Songs of Universal, Inc. Taz Taylor Beats

Pray for Me Adam “Frank Dukes” Feeney (SOCAN) Kendrick Lamar Anthony “Top Dawg” Tiffith EMI-Blackwood Music, Inc. MYNY Music Sam Fam Beats Songs of Kobalt Music Publishing Sony/ATV Songs LLC

Psycho Tyrone “Ty Dolla $ign” Griffin, Jr. Post Malone Austin Rosen Electric Feel Music EMI-Blackwood Music, Inc. Its Drugs Publishing Posty Publishing Songs of Universal, Inc.

Ric Flair Drip Leland “Metro Boomin” Wayne Songs of Universal, Inc.

Sicko Mode Khalif “Swae Lee” Brown Busta Rhymes Luther “Uncle Luke” Campbell Rogét Chahayed BryTavious “Tay Keith” Chambers Mike Dean Rick Finch Kevin Gomringer Tim Gomringer John Hawkins Bryan Higgins Chauncey “Hit Boy” Hollis James “Dinco D” Jackson KC Travis Scott Fred Scruggs, Jr. Tyrone “Sonny Seeza” Taylor Cydel Young BMG Platinum Songs US EMI-Longitude Music Co. Fat Pat Lives Music Ill Hill Billy’z Muzik, Inc. Lakeith Legacy Publishing Mr. Redan Music of Ever Hip-Hop Music of Evergreen Papa George Music Songs of Universal, Inc. Sony/ATV Ballad Sony/ATV Melody Travis Scott Music Tziah Music U Can’t Teach Bein’ The Shhh, Inc. Universal Music-Z Songs Warner-Tamerlane Publishing Corp.

Sky Walker Rogét Chahayed Happy Perez Travis Scott Songs of Universal, Inc. Sony/ATV Ballad Travis Scott Music

Stir Fry Harry Palmer (PRS) Embassy Music Corporation

Taste Cameron Forbes Tyga EMI-Blackwood Music, Inc. Sound of Money Tygaman Music Warner-Tamerlane Publishing Corp.

Walk It Talk It Grant “Deko” Decouto DJ Montay Harbosky Martiniz Gordon Frederick D. Hall “Jamezz Bonn” Donald B. Jenkins Brian Nash Korey “Big Oomp” Roberson Howard “MC Assault” Simmons Southern Style Techniques, Inc. Top Quality Publishing Warner-Tamerlane Publishing Corp.

Yes Indeed Branden Brown aka B-Rackz Wesley “Wheezy Beatz” Glass Annuity Songs Songs of B-Rackz Ultra Empire Music

Brandy Honored with the BMI President’s Award at the 2019 BMI R&B/Hip-Hop Awards BMI celebrated the songwriters, producers and publishers of the past year’s most-performed R&B/hip-hop songs during the 2019 BMI R&B/Hip-Hop Awards held at the Sandy Springs Arts Center in Atlanta.

a post on my anonymous fb account at 2.27am

biasa kan, tahun terakhir highschool pasti sering ditanyain mau kuliah apa? dimana? blablablabalba.. dan aku pasti selalu ngejawab 'chemistry' . yeah. that's it, i end the conversation--

but looking back at my perfomances in chemistry class, aku semakin lama makin ga terlalu yakin apa jurusan kimia nantinya bakalan beneran cocok sama minat dan kemampuan diriku dimasa depan. CUZ DUDEzzz LOOK AT ALL MY CLASSMATES, THEY ARE ALL GENIUSSSSS and there i am, the only potato in class. bukan maksud buat ngebandingin diri sendiri dan orang lain. TAPI, aku beneran sadar apa yang kemungkinan besar akan terjadi di dunia perkuliahan. akan semakin banyak dikelilingin orang yang levelnya saaaaangaaaatttt jauh sama diriku and that's bad. i had experienced it, still until now. being the only one who's struggling among those genius is not a good thing for me. it discourages myself to even try and drops my self-esteem to 0%. i fighted with it and just unfortunately yet expectedly didnt win. Although there's a lot things involve to this, it's not only bcs im not 'good enough' in chemistry, but also bcs im lacking at a 'crucial' human-thing. communication. yep, there's really nothing to say about this. i tried, and i think im improved a bit so it's not yet enough.

HOWEVER, despite all these things, im doing my extended essay in chemistry right--- jadi hampir setiap hari habis pulang sekolah selalu di lab, ngumpulin data buat essay nya dan aku suka ngelakuin itu : doing my own lab experimentation, designing all the methods by myself and most importantly these all are based on my interest, the idea that i myself came up with and no one literally put me in a pressure of doing it.

well------ it's not really because i'm afraid of the failure i might get if i really decide to study&pursue chemistry, but it's more likely, i believe there's other thing that I CAN BE BEST AT IT and it'll waste my times doing chemistry that perhaps will end up the same, im confused with my own ability. it's not like i'm giving up on trying chem, it's just better (for me) to consider something else that i dont really need to compare myself with anyone and be stressed out with it.

i think about it a lot that i wanna do visual art as well. I KNOW. i'm even worse at art than at chem. but the things that i NEVER do in art class are..... comparing myself to other people and being stressed out because i'm not good enough.there are MANY THINGS that i need to learn and improve in art. BUT I consider art to be another option because i think i can be the best at it.

for me, my definition of 'being the best' is when i dont compare my ability to anyone else even without i realize i just do my artpieces not even think if anyone in class could do better than me. dont misunderstand, my art classmates are amazing ARTISTS, each individual of them have their own art styles and that impresses me a lot. BUT that fact never makes me think that i dont deserve to do art in college.

as usual, there's always the dark side yet that doesnt really discourage me to keep trying. i still feel stressed tho, but it's because im procrastinating and not finishing my art written assignment on time.

ok, this is weird, but as im typing this post, my minds is confusing itself.

I dont wanna delete chemistry from my choice option yet. im just confused with my own thoughts. but i still wanna consider to do art.

dan 2 minggu terakhir ini aku ngelakuin beberapa interviews sama beberapa colleges and that kinda opens my eyes.

aku selalu berpikir akan lanjut ke university dan liberal art college hanyalah jadi cadangan doang. pokoknya aku selalu ngeprioritaskan masuk university daripada college.

karena aku bingung akan 2 pilihan, sekarang aku malah lebih sangat berpikir klo college bakalan lebih cocok sama diriku saat ini, dimana kebingungan masih terus ada dipikiranku.

aku nanya banyak hal di sesi interview sama beberapa colleges, salah satunya tentang masalah major ini dan emang sistemnya mereka itu lebih general dan bahkan aku punya waktu 1.5-2 tahun buat nentuin major aku. jadi tahun pertama itu bisa ngambil beberapa subjects yang nantinya kemungkinan besar akan buat aku yakin tentang apa yg aku pingin lakuin for the rest of my job-lyfe.

im sure about this and there's no really hesitation, i wanna go to liberal art college and i have list of them on my common app and navience already huehehehehe-

yeah. that's it. im wishing myself luck.

(anyway, i have SAT in less than a month and my early decision application is on november 1st. OMG time flies so fast)

have you published yoongis taking his wife to work? bcs i thought that ive missed it. and its not on ur masterlist annisa:(

oh heavens no, i had not publish them! no worries, its queued to be posted on his birthday, this Saturday

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MEDICAL STUDENT Hallo readers 🙋 Kali ini aku bakal bahas tentang seputar dunia perkuliahan "medical student" . Gimana sebenarnya (sedikit curhat) kuliah jadi anak kedokteran yang katanya jurusan keren dan bergengsi -_- (pembohong-an publik sumpeh). Buat orang yg "nggak" kuliah di jurusan ini mungkin bakal bilang : "Wih dia pinter" "Kamu mah belajar terus" "Beeeh, bacaannya buku tebel tebel kutu buku amat dah" "Wih keren ya" "Tapi mereka sombong" "Ah temenan/pacaran sama mereka nggak mungkin, grade nya ketinggian" "Ah pasti jodohnya sama sama dokter" "Sok sibuk banget sih" "Dokter kok sakit" "Bu/pak dokter" "Halah kedokteran gigi aja lho, yg di pelajarin cuma gigi nggak kayak dokter umum" (tulung di edit kata katanya 😂) PLIZ woy "notice me" Kuliah di kedokteran gak kayak gituuu. 😂 Pertama kita nggak semua nya pinter genius bla bla bla yg kek kalian pikirkan kuliah di kedokteran. Medstud juga banyak kok yg ga pinter banyak juga yg bejo banyak juga yg rajin. Jadi, tolak ukur untuk jadi anak medstud nggak harus pinter. Cuma kalian harus usaha aja. Di tambah tahan banting di tambah tahan hati tahan maki di tambah tahan jomblo dan yang penting tahan kerasnya kuliah di kedokteran😂😂😂 (yang mesti ditahan banyak sebenernya). Kedua. kita nggak belajar terus sumpah adakalanya kita (butuh)main 😂. Nggak deng, adakalanya emang kita sempatkan waktu buat main, makan, cuci baju, cuci piring, yang cowok MASIH BISA FUTSAL dan yang cewek MASIH BISA SHOPPING. Pinter atur waktu aja sebenernya. Hidup kalian nggak melulu soal belajar kok 😷. Tapiiii, belajar mu menentukan tau nggak nya gigi yang harus di ekstraksi dan pasien mana yang harus di infus. . Ketiga. Bukan kutu buku oi 😂. Itu tuntutaaaan. Emang segede gaban buku buku kami. Boro boro baca liat aja rasa nya pengen jadiin bantal buat bobok wkwkw. Hmmm buku kami emang tebel entah itu dokter umum atau gigi. Satu ilmu berkesinambungan di dalem situ. Dan itu belum tentu satu penyakit aja. Jadi plis jangan katakan kami kutubuku, itu emang isi nya penyakit yg harus di pelajari. Kalo ga baca itu tamat sudah riwayat kami (nggak ngerti apa apa di depan dosen) dan tamat juga riwayat pasien kita😂. Ku yakin lain jurusan FK atau FKG juga punya buku tebel 😎. Keempat. Keren (iya keren difoto). Jangan percaya kata keren hanya karena liat di foto kami menggunakan snelli ( jas putih). Buat foto kek gitu kita harus mendaki gunung lewati lembah jatuh ke jurang *gak deng* kita merelakan yg ena ena seperti liburan ke luar negeri (boro boro liburan ke luar negeri, ke kota sebelah aja sayang duit buat bayar pasien😂) makan ena ena (makan enak hanya sebulan sekali itu juga belum tentu ,duit mending buat bayar kuliah pasien dan kebutuhan ngampus) . Kelima.Kalian sombong. Bapak ibuk sodara sodari kakak dan adek. Plis hilangkan dari pikiran kelen. Bukan sombong dan gamau bergaul. Cuma waktu kita buat maen terbataaaaazzzz. Syukur kali dikasih napas mamenit aja. 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Nggak nyambung kalo di sangkutin sama jurusan kami anak FK/ FKG. Bagi kami semua sama asalkan abang gak mainin adek ya 😂. Jodoh. Jodoh ditangan Allah pemirsa, bukan salah kami kalo misalkan sesama jurusan ini menikah toh juga banyak jurusan lain yg se-jurusan menikah juga. Kalo jodoh kita sama sama dokter? Mau ngotot minta ganti ? Plis kualat nanti -_- Ketujuh. Sok sibuk banget. Kakang mbak yu kita bukan sok sibuk. Emang sibuk oi 😂😂😩. Sudah dijelaskan diatas ya *males kopipaste* kita kuliah tak kenal lelah pliz. Minggu aja ke tumpuk tugas liburan aja nugas balik kampung aja bawa tugas. Oh tugas love you so much *padahal ya sampe mual kali ngerjainnya* Apalagi anak organisasi kek bem. Ku percaya tiada waktu yg tersisa dan busuk dikampus 😂. Ku yakin ini bukan anak fk/fkg aja. Kalian teknik atau pun guru pun jugaaaa. Kedelapan. Dokter kok sakit. Plis kita manuzia biazah. Kita bukan jelmaan siluman yg di genjot over dari pagi - sore dari senin sampe sabtu nggak kenapa kenapa. Kita juga bisa sakit duh pak 😂😥 Kesembilan.bu/pak dokter. Aduh mama ilmu aing belum setinggi langit. Hal ini kurasakan pas pertama kali pegang pasien. Dan masih kedokteran gigi klinik 1 masih sangat dalam perlindungan dosen pembimbing padahal cuma belajar ngisi kartu status. Dari hari itu aku ngerasa banget bahwa foto foto pake jas lab putih bukan snelli (jas dokter putih) belum pantes aku sebarkan di medsos dan Semenjak itu aku jadi orang termalas di panggil "bu dokter" 😂😂. Kenapa ? Balik ke pernyataan "ilmu aing belum setinggi langit" masi cetek banget nget nget. Kesepuluh. Halah kedokteran gigi aja lho, yg di pelajarin cuma gigi nggak kayak dokter umum. Mama tulung mama itu di edit jadi " ya ampun ternyata kedokteran gigi yg di pelajarin hampir sama kayak dokter umum ya". Pernyataan yg pertama kurang tepat dan yang kedua baru tepat. Hmmm itu yg aku rasain dulu sebelum masuk fkg. Yha ! Aku kira dulu fkg cuma belajar gigi ajaa. Ternyata nggaaaak 😂. Dari ujung kepala sampek kaki muter badan se dalem dalemnya juga dipelajari. Jadi, hilangkan pemikiran bahwa fkg lebih gampang dari fk. Oh men samaa aja samaaaa. Batin juga nambah beratnya co-ass mesti cari pasien bayarin pasien 😂 belum lagi kena calo pasien 😂 bawa bawa pres begel kek tukang tambal ban ngaduk gips dah kek tukang bangunan ngebur dah kek nak teknik lengkap deh pokoknya. Benerin lampu kek mas mas listrik juga bisa *gak deng mikromotor rusak aja masih ngotot kalo listrik mati 😂. Daaan itu sekilas tentang hidup kami sebagai medstud. Beberapa alasan juga kenapa aku males di panggil bu dokter sebelum waktunya. Diantara nya juga karena ilmu ku belum setinggi langit . Gelar S.kg aja belum nyangkut di nama aing kok dah di panggil bu dokter aja. Bener sih emang panggilan itu juga buat harapan ke depannya tapi apalah daya ku berat menerimanya. Buat readers yg masih SMA sederajat atau yg mau pindah jurusan jangan takut akan gelap *bukan deng* jangan takut jadi medstud, yang penting buat calon medstud belajar jadi anak rajin nan tabah yaaa pinter juga boleh. Dan pliz itu di ubah pemikiran tentang kami huhu. Kita semua sama koook samaaa , sama sama kuliah susah dan sama sama makan nasi 😂. Sekian dari medstud. Salam hangat dari medstud smt 5 :') *masih lamakali lulusnya

so you’ve guessed it, Yoongi’s take your wife to work fic will be released on his birthday...........................................March 9th.

everything he couldn’t say | yg

↳ GENRE fluff, domestic 

↳ WORDS 3.4k

↳ SUMMARY –Aloof. Stoic. And many other words used to describe your husband. He’s not always like that, is he?

↳ WARNING none

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A new mixer. The device was not even released on international market yet. Jimin opens his mouth to close them again. No words. Yoongi stood beside him, pressing the power button, off. Jimin opens his mouth again, closes them without saying a word. He inhales through his teeth, and whistles.

"...Hyung." He smacked his lips together. "I know." Yoongi darted.

Jimin swung his head to Yoongi this time, but Yoongi was staring down at the device, as if he was staring down at a blackhole of his uncertain future. Jimin frowns and pouted. Then he puffs his cheek and shifted his weight on another foot. He pressed his index finger to his chubby cheek, and drag the down his chin, eyes not leaving the new mixer before scratching the skin underneath his jaw, blinking, and "...How did she even got this?" To which Yoongi answered with a shrug of his shoulders.

"It's close to impossible." Jimin drawled. "I know." Yoongi shot.

"It's limited edition." "I know."

Jimin sat next to Yoongi on the leather couch he has in his Genius Home Lab. Fixing his blonde-do, he rested his elbows on his knees, Jimin didn't plan to be here.

He could blame it on his attentive side for being thrown in this situation, but Jimin sworn to help any how he could when he first got close to Yoongi. It was a given. This morning, Jimin didn't have a plan, nor a place to hangout in or someone to hangout with. He was about to delve into complete boredom of his day, not being able to disturb Jungkook because the guy had locked himself in his room until further notice, Taehyung was out with his schoolmates, yet again--so, Jimin was scrolling down his phone when the screen flashed into an incoming call from Min Yoongi. Answer call.

Jimin spiked on his bed and answered. He was greeted with an off-key singing of 'Spring Day' which turns into Agust D's 'Tony Montana' and then 'Dead Leaves' before spiking off to an upbeat 'Not Today' chorus before slowering down to 'So Far Away'--medley. A medley Jimin never thought possible, in a span of 50 seconds. "Yoongi-hyung?" He hesitantly say. "...Oh, Jimin..." The singing in the background hasn't stopped. "...Is everything alright? Is that the sister-in-law?" Jimin asked. Yoongi shut his eyes, massaging his temples with one hand, "...Yes, that's my wife. Hold on..."

Jimin heard Yoongi called your pet name. Twice, and then three times.

"...Sweetie. Mrs. Min. Earth to Mrs. Min! Mayday...Mayday!"

You looked at him, paused and stare. Yoongi brightens up. She finally stopped.

And then, "I want it, this love. I want it, real love..." Then you proceed to sing his rap verse in DNA. Yoongi burst into short chuckle and held the phone away a bit, "Please, go. GO! I'm trying to work here..." The singing gets dimmer and Jimin could hear the door being closed. And even then you weren't done singing your high notes that could pierce any healthy ear drums. You surely weren't the best singer, but hey, at least your vocals had power. "Now I know why you have locks on your door, hyung..." Jimin passed. Yoongi sighed into the phone, "Didn't mean to call you and disturb your peace, but can't you get anyone out there to bring my wife to that fried chicken shop, I really can't leave my studio right now, I'm 87% done with this track and I don't want to lose my muse."

Jimin tipped his eyes to outside his room and saw Jungkook's door that had the 'Do Not Disturb' sign outside, hanging on its knob before sighing into the phone. "Jungkook is not leaving his room, so I guess that's gonna be me." Yoongi was quick to say no. "Is there no one else there? Apart from you? I need your opinion on something... so someone else has to accompany her." Yoongi leans back into his chair next to his covered piano. He grabbed the remote and pointed it to the aircon to have it slowed a little, because its getting rataher chilly in here. "...I'll see if Seokjin is around." Jimin walked out the room he shared with Hoseok and peeped to Seokjin's room he once shared with Yoongi.

"...Yup, he's here." Jimin nodded. Seokjin tipped his eyes up. "What?"

After Seokjin dropped Jimin off and fetch you to go to that fried chicken shop, Yoongi invited Jimin into his home studio. "We had our new year gift exchange every end of the year, and this year she gave me first." Yoongi revealed the item underneath a black silk cloth and showed a black mixer. It has his name engraved on it. "I never once told her I wanted this. I don't know how she found out." Yoongi let the information sink into Jimin as he watches intently at the specimen.

"...Maybe she checked your browsing history?" "Cleared it, every single time."

"Asked Namjoon?" "Namjoon has never heard of this device."

"Psychic?" "The only probable answer to this mystery. She's psychic."

Jimin blinks at it. A new mixer. The device was not even released on international market yet. Jimin opens his mouth to close them again. No words.

Jimin sat next to Yoongi on the leather couch he has in his Genius Home Lab. Fixing his blonde-do, he rested his elbows on his knees, Jimin didn't plan to be here.

"So this is what you've been worried about for the past few days?" Jimin crinkled his eyes as he smiled and Yoongi casted his eyes down. He didn't think it was obvious. But apparently, it caught Jimin's attention, somehow. It had been days. He was growing increasingly worried about it. To match your gift with his own kind of thoughtfull gift. You gave him something so precious, so unpredicted that it has somehow turned into a 'who had the better gift' competition. Last year, Yoongi went to Innisfree and bought you a gift pack, with a custom made cover with your name on it, then have it delivered to your door while also sending one rose to your office, signed with a Mars chocolate bar that he knew you loved. And you matched that by buying him a new pairs of fuzzy socks with his name on it, in three different design. He came home to a box of limited edition shoes he had been eyeing for many months. No cards, no apparent reason. Just a gift to come home to.

Splurging on your significant other is something you enjoy doing. And it was something that Yoongi picked up too. At first he was quite hesitant, but when you reciprocated the tradition, it became a monthly-thing. Yoongi was running out of creative ways and items, hence, he had asked Jimin today, if he had better suggestions.

"...I have an idea." Jimin said that, and then disappeared for days. Yoongi never knew what it was. So he walked around leisurely into another Innisfree store, and when they approached him, "Are you here to pick up a new set for your wife, Mr. Min?" They are almost certain that Yoongi would come two months once, to fetch the usual facial care products you wear and have it paid for you.

It became his routine. You never had to spend a dime. Sometimes he'll search online for a good spa and have one-whole day spa package purchased for you, to pamper yourself and away from home while he prepares a meal, and do all the house chores for you. Yoongi really knows how to treat you.

It's like he's born to be a husband.

He is very good at managing things at home, fixing stuff, washing dishes--hates doing it but does it anyway; Yoongi take the car to workshops if he notices something odd about it. Making sure you don't have to get your hands dirty, like that one time he caught you changing the car tyre alone. He almost had a heart attack. "I can do it!" You protested with a smile. "...no hands of my wife will touch such greasy material, move. Let the husband do it. I know you can, but what am I here for?" he rolled his sleeve up his elbows and took over entirely.

Smiling down at him as he twist the bolts back into place, you grinned. "If only you saw me living as a student when I was younger... I had friends who never know how to put gas into their car. So I do it for them. I also pump my own tyres. I talk to mechanics. I was not a pretty princess, I do many things on my own..." Yoongi focused on the bolts, managing pretty well of it, before hiking his breathe, commenting, "Is that why you don't like me calling you princess?"

You dropped your head and nodded, leaning against the hood.

"You're right...it's offensive." He suddenly, crossed his leg and sat down on the dirty ground, two remaining bolts needed attention.

You quirked your brows at him, a smile waning. "Why is that offensive? Girls like being called that, but not me...I thought it was weird. The fact that I'm not like everyone else...liked being called: princess." You shrugged your shoulders, looking at the sky and then to him. He twists in the fouth and final bolt into the tyre. "You definitely do not call a Queen, a princess. Your majesty." He cocked an eyebrow at you to which you replied with a growing smile. "You don't look for a knight in a shining armor, because you don't need one. You are your own hero. You find out places you lack in, and you fill them up, no problem. You take one problems head on and stay firm to your ground even when no one else is standing with you...now that's fucking sexy." He hoisted himself off the ground, then drop the spanner to his side, making his way to you. "Sometimes," he rubs his hands together, wiping off the grease as much as he could as he squinted his eyes to the sky behind you, "...I am afraid to tell you things you don't realize you were glancing past, for fear that you will fix and patch it up, leaving me nothing to be good at."

Yoongi framed you with his arm, while keeping a distance, not touching you at all, resting the heel of his palm on the car's hood while he speak in murmurs. "...What are you even saying..." you shook your head and he inhales, "...like where I keep the ladders to refrain you from being able to change the bulbs on your own. Or when I purposely tighten all all jars at home so you could call me for help. And these tyres. You're missing out the tyres," he listed, biting his lips, inching in close and repelled repeatedly, to tease you. "...What about the tyres, what's wrong with them?" You darted your eyes to it. "It needs changing." He shot and you looked at him, "I know. I pretend not to, so you could feel like a man."

"Why you manipulative little carrot." He shot. "I've also found out the way to open the jars without calling you. And I don't use ladders to change the bulb," you sprinted away.

Yoongi is well-aware that you don't need him. You are independent, self-less, diligent and learn very quickly to adapt to situation that sometimes he's scared that you would leave him. He didn't even understand why you're with him when you possess all this survivor capability but he does try to do everything he can, to make himself worthy of your time. But what he didn't notice is that, you began to feel like he was a necessity eventhough you never really expected someone to be this important to you. Min Yoongi was a recklessly forward lover that drilled his way through your concrete heart, and made it, his throne. You have been trespassed and colonized by this being and when you realised it was happening, it was already too late. All the insecurities that made you learn and aspire to be perfect, become more prominent when you realise that Yoongi could have easily chosen somebody else.

"Jimin? Did you get what I told you to get?" You asked, and Jimin handed a pile of books to you, "But why do you need Yoongi hyung's high school magazines?"

Research. You know you can't get that from Yoongi. For some reason, he had been hiding it from you, throwing it away (tried to) before finally giving it to Jimin and you recently find out that the magazine is alive and well. Today, Yoongi sat on the couch, watching Netflix, deciding what to watch and you walked in, reading a passage that sounded so familiar to him. "...For me, it’s not clothes but mine is a little odd. A Hi-Fi (High Fidelity) headphone. A headphone that has high fidelity,"

Yoongi snapped his head to your direction, coming from the depth of the hallway, jumped from the couch and try to get that magazine away from you while you keep reading, unbothered one bit, "Kind of like when you see people carry around expensive electronic devices," he snatched them from your hand but with your incredible memory, you read out aloud what your eyes caught in a split second, eyeing him, "When I see a girl with that kind of headphone, like, she attracts me.” He shoved the magazine down the dry bin, with his legs, stomping a number of times. "Guess who doesn't have a Hi-Fi headphone?" You sat cross legged on the sofa with your arms crossed and menacing grin while Yoongi rested his hand on his hip, staring at the floor, turning his back on you, slouched. "...Which idiot was it?" He grumbled. "Which idiot gave you that magazine? I thought I burnt it..." He repeated. "I don't want to answer that question, I don't have an expensive headphone," you stood up from the sofa and poke your head into the fridge.

And it has begun.

"Honey, did you see the cable I brought home last night, I can't find it..." "I don't know, maybe you should ask girls who uses expensive headphone, she probably knows where it is." "Do you want to order a take out?" "Can't say. A Hi-Fi headphone wearing girl would eat salads and shit." "Let's talk." "I'm not worthy of your time, I used an earphone I bought five years ago, still. I'm not your ideal type. Marrying me was a mistake."

Yoongi hung his jaw open while you walk past him, push him away from the fridge to get to your food.

"You're in my way, move." "Excuse me, you're hurting my feelings." "You're hurting mine." "How exactly do I do that?"

Slam the fridge door shut and gave him your acid eyes. Your mouth opens and closes, before you snapped open the coke can and start gulping it down angrily. "You can't say because you know how irrelevant it is..." he challenged you. "Who are you to tell my anger is irrelevant knowing very well that it's you who made me hella mad." You growled back.

"At a stupid passage I wrote in high school..." He passed, leaning his hip on the counter, peering down at you.

"What's written is strong enough to be an argument. You actually thought that I was going to look past this?" You pointed him with your finger, scoffing a mocking air out your mouth, "Ha! You wish."

"Are you bored? Is that why we're fighting?" Yoongi snatched the can from your hand and drink it down until its finished, before crumpling them in his hands and discarding them by throwing it to the bin, not budging from where he stood.

"Let's do it, let's fight. Come at me baby. Let's go," he taunted you, arms wide spread, ready to accept punches. You squinted your eyes at him, unfazed by his pleas but is growing increasingly waning away.

"...Why do you even like me. Are you pretending?" You dropped your gaze to your feet, and pouted. Your voice softens and barely audible, but Yoongi caught every word. He dropped his fighting arms and scooted next to you, leaning on the counter as well, so you both are facing the refrigerator.

"I don't wear Hi-Fi, I don't even have a Hi-Fi. I don't play musical instruments. I don't know anything about music. I'm not graceful. I change tires for cryin' out loud..." you tilt your head back, begin to laugh while a tear escaped the tail of your right eye that Yoongi could see clearly.

"I fix the toilet, spends more time in Harvey Norman's than I do in boutiques, I am nothing like the girls in the TV. Not goddess like, I don't even like heels. I think vanity is overrated and I throw on anything I feel comfortable in, you must be so embarrassed." You ran your fingers through your hair once and sniffed.

"I know I like you. I love the things you do. I love the way you smile and how you talk me out of things. I like that you listen. And when I read that, your high school fantasy, I just, felt very... not ideal?" You glanced at him briefly but broke eye contact even when you feel his eyes on you. He's doing what you love, listening.

"I was very stupid. I don't know anything back then...how do I say this," he grew increasingly restless, trying to explain emotions knowing how bad he is at it.

"...you're just saying things to make me feel better." You wiped away a tear that fell, smiling bitterly. "Why am I like this..." you whimpered, suddenly feeling the rush of emotions ravishing your sanity.

Yoongi shook his head, murmuring no's.

"...There's nothing wrong with you. Let me say this as simple as I can. I was materialistic. I was intrigued by physical attractions, like every other boys my age, but then I met you. And I realised that there's so much more to love than what meets the eye...I liked pretty ankles, beautiful hands, charming smile but I saw you. You came to me like a hurricane I wasn't prepared for. When I see you walk in with a basket full of muffin and left them at the hospital for strangers to take, I fell hard. I realised that love is so much more than the movies made them to be."

"Suddenly, love wasn't whether she had a Hi-Fi, or expensive headphones. I used to want someone who I can speak music with, but realised teaching you the things I know is much more rewarding. Your eyes sparkle when you hear me play, I won't get that from someone who knows music like the back of their mind. Do you know how cool you are, not being graceful? How you take everything into your control and take charge? People trust you and do you know how attractive that is? No Hi-Fi comes at parr to the leadership ability you have. Do you know how many girls I know who could change their tyre and be independent as fuck? One. And how you curse? That's so sexy. You can insult me everyday, and I would thank you," Yoongi shrugged.

"Are you on drugs, Yoongi." You chuckled, and wrapped an arm around his waist, leaning your forehead on his upper arm. "I wish I was, what the fuck did I just say," he begin to blush.

Jimin came back with a pen-drive, thankfully you got the door. "It's for you, from your husband." Jimin said. "Happy gift day!"

You watched him scampering down the hallway outside your apartment and frowned in confusion. Inserting the pen-drive into the slot of your large TV, you sat and waited for it to load. Yoongi creeps behind the hallway to watch you. Jimin was obviously the one carrying the camera into Yoongi's studio office.

"What's up, what's up Mr. Min Yoongi!" He sang, chirping and Yoongi gave him a side eye and ignored pretty much the whole time he was there.

"...who's texting?" Jimin asked, from the video you heard. Yoongi is typing something into his phone,"...my wife." He is smiling till his eyes turned into crescents.

Then the video shot cut into Yoongi walking side by side with Jimin, Jimin is the one shooting it. "Our beloved hyung is getting a pizza for his wife. Is it okay? She just got well from a fever."

"She likes pizza." "What's the best thing about Mrs. Min?" Jimin asked. Yoongi glared at the camera. "Everything."

Everything.

Jimin compiled everything Yoongi couldn't say. In a video.