this is purely self indulgent.
i present to you MY shaylas ๐คญ
begins youth is absolutely everything younger me could have wished for. its scratching the hyyh itch so well that its leaving me elated. sure, some things are different. sure, bighit messed with the release logistics. honestly? i cant care.
jin is here and he's carrying the pressure of the adult world and his found family. joon's here and he's throwing a protective arm over tae's shoulders like they aren't tired from 16 hours of work. jimin's dealing with demons that are straight out of psychological horror movies and his empty eyes when he smiles might be the biggest offender. hobi with his absolutely insanely human condition about the things he did to get love and attention and that conversation about tools for survival. tae who is the most hyyh of them all, balancing that knife's edge of innocent childishness and genetic violence, standing like he isn't a ticking time bomb.
jungkook, the youngest, who found a family and latched on too hard. who everyone worries will be corrupted, who has never quite fit in right, who smiles as he says words that belong to experiences much older than him. yoongi who has never been just the angst, the emotionless bastard. who has always shed that for his friends, thinking nothing of high falsettos and ridiculous cheers for their smiles. who silently protects and is loyal to the end. who is afraid of letting it be known, so that they can't expect him to stay, be someone worth staying for, because he wasn't enough for her and he'll never be enough for them. the roof of a building and the flickering of a flame.
agh. its so good. i feel so vindicated. this mattered to me, and whoever worked on this, it mattered to them too. the actors clearly studied and respected their roles, the characterisation stays true to them despite the source material being so easy to retcon. there's so much care and authenticity to what hyyh was back then. its still here, we never moved on, and they haven't either. thank god. i never said goodbye.
hyyh taejoon | begins youth x spring into summer / Lizzy McAlpine
guys iโm actually proud of this one
I was on a train 7 months ago and it was 1am and I had written something and just rediscovered it
jungkook sits across from yoongi on the train. as he looks out the window, the trees and foliage and twilight flutter past him, not fast enough for him to miss, but not slow enough for him to linger in the spaces between them. he sees yoongiโs reflection in the window, the fluorescent train lights illuminating his hunched over figure scrolling away at his phone. the dark night bleeds into yoongiโs face. heโs transparent, but if jungkook concentrates, he becomes almost solid, the color of his arm so close to reality in the tinted glass. but if he shifts his focus to the scenery, yoongi is marred, the trees and buildings blending into the lines that outline his face, making him disappear. it invokes some strange, irrational fear in jungkookโs gut, something knotted in his intestines that burrows itself further in as he keeps staring. yoongi fades, then he is solid, then he is a mixture of blue and green and shapes that twist and change form at random. then he is solid again. for just a moment, when they pass a particularly red brick building, yoongi is gone completely. it makes jungkook want to look away. but he keeps his eyes trained on the reflection, watching yoongi wrinkle his nose, shift in his seat. absentmindedly scratch his arm. he wonders if yoongi knows heโs watching him. he wonders if yoongi will look up and into the window, and catch jungkookโs reflected eyes with his own. harness jungkookโs gaze and keep him trapped there as he bores into his heart. he wonders if he will see jungkook, make eye contact, with both their reflected states fading in-and-out of the trees, only half-existing, and if their temporary presences will find each other in the murk. if jungkook presses his nose to the glass, the reflections disappear. but he is selfish and wants to stare at yoongi and the slight flick of his thumb as he pads at his phone screen, he wants to trap this vision in his cornea forever. he wants to access it later when heโs alone, basking in the memory of yoongiโs closeness. the intimacy of it. jungkook wants him forever.
(the scariest thing about reflections (is that although he can see yoongi in almost-solid) (he canโt see himself at all) (he is transparent) (the outline of his head barely there as the sky takes the place of his face) (yoongi exists but jungkook does not) (yoongi exists on a different plane) (on opposing photoreceptive realms) (but maybe) (on yoongiโs end) (jungkook is only thing he sees.)
๐ญ๐ฆ๐ต ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐จ๐ฐ
โ ๐๐ ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช ๐๐ค๐ฃโ๐ฉ ๐ ๐ฃ๐ค๐ฌ / 5๐จ๐ค๐จ
happy 10 years of hyyh!!
an era thatโll forever be ingrained in my soul
โ ๏ธflash warningโ ๏ธ
blood sweat & tears x take a slice / glass animals
๐ช ๐ธ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฏ๐ข ๐ด๐ต๐ข๐บ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ธ๐ข๐บ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ธ๐ข๐บ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ญ๐ช๐ง๐ฆ, ๐ช ๐ธ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฏ๐ข ๐ฃ๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ฏ๐จ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ.
โ ๐๐ฎ๐ฎ๐ ๐ญ ๐๐ค๐ง๐๐ซ๐๐ง ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช๐ฃ๐ / ๐๐ก๐ฅ๐๐๐ซ๐๐ก๐ก๐
fake love x headlock