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KIM NAMJOON (RM)

THE DAY HE RETURNS

Public Facade

stands stiffly at the press conference

uniform far from starched

his knuckles whiten around the mic

reporter asks

“Was it lonely?” “Soldiers don’t get lonely...” 

he lies to the press

his eyes scanning the crowd for you (kinda hoping you're not there, not having to deal with ARMY that came although they told not to) - [I' m sorry but I ahd to write this, I was soooo mad...]

FIRST NIGHT HOME

his place is dark when he enters

no fanfare, just the hum of the fridge

he drops his duffel by the door

combat boots echoing in the stillness

moonlight stripes the floor where you stand

you're clutching a pot of sikye (sweet rice drink)

steam curling like a ghost between you

His Reaction

Physical

he freezes

rigid posture drilled into him for 547 days collapses

shoulders slump, head bows

a tremor runs through him

Verbal

broken whisper

“You… waited.”

Action

stumbles forward

boots abandoned mid-step

crushes you to his chest

face buried in your neck

he doesn’t cry (yet)

he shakes, silent and violent

= like a dam cracking after years of pressure

“They yelled… every night. Said I moved too slow. Thought too much.” 

his grip on you tightens

“I counted stars in the trenches to stay sane. Named one after you.”

UNPACKING

you sit cross-legged on the floor as he empties his duffel

each item carries weight

a notebook

= filled with poems scratched in margins

“DMZ Dawn: Fog like regret / Gun oil and frost / I dreamt of her laugh.”

ration chocolate

unopened, expiry date passed

“Saved it… for you.”

smooth, grey stone

lifted from the ceasefire line

places it in your palm

“Held this when the nightmares came. Felt like… holding us.”

CONFESSION

he can’t sleep

you find him on the balcony, staring at Seoul’s skyline

“I forgot how to be Kim Namjoon...” 

voice raw

“Just Sergeant Kim. Orders. Silence.”

you pull his military jacket from shoulders, wrapping him in the hoodie he had left for you

His Breaking Point

he turns, eyes glistening

“I heard ARMY’s cheers today,,, finally, althogh they should not be there. Thought of your voice…” 

a tear finally falls

“That’s when I remembered, I’m not just a soldier. I’m yours.”

HEALING

Small Acts of Reconnection

Morning

you brew coffee

he watches, mesmerized

“I dreamed of this smell.”

Touch

flinches when you brush his hair back

too used to rough hands

seeks your fingers, interlacing them like a prayer

Words

reads you new lyrics at 3 a.m.

“Peace isn’t the absence of war / It’s her hand in mine / And the stars inside our walls.”

KIM SEOKJIN (JIN)

DISCHARGE DAY

salutes with a flourish

winks at cameras

grabs the mic before officers can stop him

“Worldwide Handsome is back! Did you miss this face? Be honest...”

reporters eat it up

only you see how his hand trembles holding the bouquet

PRIVATE MOMENT

Car Ride Home

leans back in the passenger seat, eyes closed

“Ahhh… civilian air! Smells like… freedom and my skincare routine.”

suddenly serious

grabs your hand

“You didn’t date anyone, right? I had spies. Six very loud spies.”

Arrival at His Apartment

kicks off military boots dramatically

“Never. Again. Do you know they made me use generic shampoo? It was a war crime.”

spots the feast you cooked: samgyeopsal, kimchi jjigae, a cake shaped like his face

“YAH! Is that me?! Am I delicious?!” 

cackles, then hugs you so tight your feet lift

“I missed your cooking. And… you...”

UNSPOKEN STRUGGLES

you catch him staring blankly at his uniform hanging on the door

You: “Was it hard?” Jin: “Psh! Hard? I charmed generals. Taught them TikTok dances!”

but when you touch his shoulder, his smile wavers

“…Okay, the beds were rocks. And the snoring! Ugh, louder than Jungkookie.”

rolls over at 3 AM

voice muffled in your hair

“Sometimes I’d look at the stars and pretend ARMY’s lightsticks were under them. Silly, right?”

before you answer, he fake-snores

“ZZzz… military discharge ZZzz…”

RE-CLAIMING OF JOY

First Morning Home

wears silk pajamas and a gold eye mask

“This is a uniform! Hydration, skincare, me time.”

dances to “Super Tuna” while flipping pancakes

PLANS

For ARMY

“SEOKJIN DAY” Concert

free live stream with actual tuna gifts thrown to fans (plushies)

“Safety first! Virtual tuna!”

Jin Joke Book

“101 Ways to Survive Military Service (by a Guy Who Didn’t).”

Mukbang VLIVE

eats 10 packets of jin ramyeon

“Unrationed! Uncensored!”

For You

Revenge Spa Day

books a couple’s massage

“They dared to give me calluses! Fix them!”

Private Karaoke Night

sings trot songs until dawn

“Louder than the artillery!”

Future Dreams

“Let’s adopt a real super tuna uhhh... puppie dog, and teach it to high-five!”

Extra:

you catch him quietly tracing your face at breakfast

“What?”

he grins, eyes crinkling

“Just memorizing. In case they drag me back for ‘Worldwide Handsomeness Duty.’”

pancake burns

he doesn’t care

MIN YOONGI (SUGA)

[pls idk how to do Yoongi for the first time because I have no idea what his service was like... if he says something next week I might write a new post on this]

DAILY GRIND

His Reality (Pre-Reunion)

Location

community center in Mapo-gu, Seoul

filing paperwork, teaching elderly citizens digital literacy

Constraints

curfew = home by 10 PM, no exceptions

uniform = scratchy polyester badge he hates touching

public scrutiny:

paparazzi sometimes staked outside the center

your monthly visits were tense

= coffee-shop meetings with guarded hugs

“Felt like a zoo animal at that place...” 

THE LAST DAY OF SERVICE

he hands in his badge

walks past reporters without a word

texts you first

"Done. Door unlocked. Don’t bring takeout... I am cooking."

REUNION

you find him in his studio

not the living room, not the kitchen... the studio

it's his sanctuary

he’s wearing soft gray sweatpants and an old BTS hoodie

sleeves frayed, smelling of lavender

no more uniforms, no more badges

later moves to the kitchen to make promised dinner

His Reaction

Physical

doesn’t turn when you enter

keeps chopping kimchi

his shoulders relax

subtle drop of tension held for 18 months

Verbal

“Took us long enough.”

he pauses

“...Missed you.”

Action

turns, knife still in hand

sees your tears and sighs

“Yah. Come here.” 

pulls you into a one-armed hug (left shoulder still stiff)

face buried in your hair

he doesn’t cry

tho his grip is desperate

fingers clutching your shirt like you might dissolve

“Hearing ARMY scream at Hobis concert last week…”

his voice cracks

“Fuck. Forgot how much I needed that sound. Forgot how much I needed you.”

THE UNWINDING

Ritual of Return

Hoodie

“Stole it last winter. Smelled like you. Only thing that made that fucking uniform bearable.”

Playlist

hands you aux cord

“No more community center elevator music. Play something real.”

Silence

sits you on his studio couch

kneading your hand like he’s reassuring himself you’re tangible

“Talk. Or don’t. Just... stay.”

EMOTIONAL RELEASE

plays the demo for BTS’s comeback album first track

raw piano, no vocals

stops mid-chord

“They treated me like glass. ‘Don’t lift that, Min-ssi! Don’t stress!’” 

he mimics a high-pitched voice, scowling

“But hearing ARMY say ‘we’re back’ yesterday…”

meets your eyes, vulnerability stark

“Felt like I could breathe again. Like me again.”

HEALING

Small Acts of Reclamation

Curfew Broken

stays up until 3 AM watching Train to Busan with you

“Just ’cause I can.”

Touch

lets you massage his stiff shoulder without flinching

“...S’nice. Do that thing with your thumb again.”

ARMY Love

scrolls through comeback hashtags

grumbling

“...these kids are too loud”

tho liking every post

JUNG HOSEOK (J-HOPE)

THE DAY HE RETURNS

at the base gates...

he marches out in perfect formation

posture razor-straight, expression unreadable behind aviators

"Sergeant Jung, dismissed!"

the moment his CO barks the command, his shoulders drop a fraction

cameras flash as fans scream

he offers a flawless salute, jaw tight

"Yes, sir! Proud to serve!"

his eyes dart through the crowd like searchlights

"Where is she?"

FIRST MOMENT

you’re waiting under an old oak tree at the edge of the base

= his request

"No cameras, no ARMY. Just us."

he spots you

His Reaction

Physical

tremor runs through him

his polished drill-instructor composure shatters

Sound

choked gasp

then a broken, high-pitched "Yah...!" 

drops his duffel and sprints

Action

collides with you so hard you stumble

his arms lock like steel bands

buries his face in your neck, sobbing

gog tags dig into your collarbone

"You came..." 

voice muffled against your skin

"I dreamed of this. Every. Damn. Night."

UNPACKING

back at his apartment, he kneels on the floor

unpacking his duffel with trembling hands

each item tells a story

Neatly Folded Letters

every one you sent

edges frayed from rereading

"Read them during night watch. Your words kept the dark away."

Miniature Whistle

= his drill sergeant tool

presses it into your palm

"Used it to call ‘attention!’... but really, I just wanted to scream I miss you!"

CONFESSION

startles awake at 2 a.m.

gasping

haunted by phantom shouts

you find him in the kitchen, chugging water

knuckles white on the counter

"They called me Sunshine Sergeant..."

whispers, voice raw

"But nights were… dark. So dark."

What Breaks Him

you touch his back (just a light brush)

he crumples

"I had to be hard, jagiya. But I cried in the showers. Every. Single. Day."

tears streak his face as he clings to you

"Forgive me? For not being… sunshine?"

HEALING

Morning

cooks ramyeon

burning it spectacularly

Touch

flinches when a car backfires

tangles your fingers with his

thumb rubbing your knuckles like a lifeline

Dance

in the living room

pulls you close

no music, just swaying

"Missed this. Missed you. Let’s never stop moving."

BONUS

puts on his old "Hope World" hoodie

grabs your hand then drags you to Han River Park

"Let’s feed the ducks! And…" 

pulls a tiny box from his pocket

it's matching necklaces

"So everyone knows you’re mine."

when you laugh, his smile finally reaches his eyes

PARK JIMIN

THE DAY HE RETURNS

he exits posture razor-straight

face carved into stoicism

press cameras flash

he offers a flawless salute, jaw tight

but when a reporter shouts, "Any message for ARMY?" his composure wavers

eyes darting through the crowd

he rasps:

"I... just want to go home."

FIRST NIGHT HOME

you wait at his dimly lit apartment

heart pounding

keys rattle in the lock

he steps inside, hair regulation-short

skin dry, shoulders broadened by combat training

his eyes find you instantly

His Reaction

Physical

agasp tears from him

his duffel bag thuds to the floor

Movement

crosses the room in three strides

not running, but an urgent march

Breakdown

collapses against you

arms locking like steel bands

he doesn’t just cry, he shatters

sobs wrack his body

hot tears soaking your shoulder

"I dreamed of this..." 

he chokes

"Every night in the barracks... your smell... your voice..."

What You Feel

ridged scar on his knuckles from training

the tremor in his hands as they fist your shirt

the way he buries his face in your neck

= breathing you in like oxygen

UNPACKING

you kneel beside him as he empties his duffel

A Faded Photo

you laughing, tucked inside his helmet liner

water-stained at the edges

"Looked at this during night watch... made the stars feel closer."

Black Stone

"Held it when they yelled... imagined it was your hand."

His Dog Tags

presses them into your palm

"Carried you against my heart. Every. Single. Day."

NIGHTMARES

he jolts awake at 3 a.m.

gasping, drenched in sweat

instinctively, he scans the dark room, assessing threats

you ouch his arm gently

"Jimin-ah. It’s me. You’re home." "They broke us down" 

he whispers, voice trembling

"Made us scream, crawl through mud... called us weak." 

he turns to you, eyes haunted

"I never cried there. Not once. Saved it all... for you."

THE HEALING

Small Acts of Reconnection

Touch Therapy

craves skin contact constantly

presses your palm to his cheek while making coffee

"Just... need to feel you're real."

Voice Relearning

sings "Promise" to you at dawn

voice rough from disuse

stumbles over the high notes

"Sorry... out of practice." 

you join in softly

he cries again

= healing tears this time

Extra:

he traces your face with roughened fingers

"They tried to erase Park Jimin, but you? You remembered me back to life."

KIM TAEHYUNG (V)

THE DAY HE RETURNS

he descends the base steps in sunglasses hiding tired eyes

flashes a Boxy Smile at cameras

blows kisses to ARMY

his fingers tap nervously against his leg

reporter shouts: “What’s first after discharge?” 

he grins

“A nap… and a kiss from my wife.” 

crowd swoons

only you see the tremor in his hands

FIRST NIGHT HOME

you expect chaos

= confetti, champagne, his loud laugh echoing off walls

instead, you open the door to silence

apartment is transformed

= fairy lights drip from ceilings, velvet drapes pool on floors, a vintage record player spins “Fly Me to the Moon.” 

Taehyung stands in soft linen pants, barefoot, holding a single gardenia

His Reaction

Physical

he doesn’t move

just drinks you in

= the way you clutch the doorframe, the tears already spilling

slowly sinks to one knee

not to propose again but to breathe

Verbal

“I practiced this speech for months, now I… forgot it all.”

Action

rises and crosses the room in three strides

cradles your face like porcelain

“Wife.” 

the word is a prayer, a promise, a homecoming

CONFESSION

Midnight Honesty

you find him on the balcony

he plays a jagged, aching melody, something raw and new

“Wrote this after night patrol.” 

voice rough

“Saw Orion’s Belt… remembered how you’d trace it on my back.” 

he turns, eyes glittering

“Military Taehyung was fine. But he wasn’t… me. Not without you.”

HEALING

Small Acts of Reconnection

Morning

makes you dalgona coffee, but badly

“Forgot how to whisk! Forgive me?” 

licks foam off your nose

Touch

keeps a hand on you at all times

= your waist, your ankle, your pinky hooked in his

“Need to remember you’re real.”

Art Therapy

paints your portrait at 3 a.m. 

“Vintage filter... because you’re timeless.”

JEON JUNGKOOK

THE DAY HE RETURNS

strides off the military transport

posture razor-sharp, beret low, gaze shadowed

cameras flash as he salutes, jaw clenched

answers media in clipped syllables

“Honored to serve. Focused on duty.”

a reporter shouts: “What’s first thing you’ll do as civilian?”

his eyes snap to the crowd

“Hug someone...” 

he rasps with a smirk

but mic catches the crack in his voice

FIRST NIGHT HOME

you wait at his house, heart hammering after an instant police call

scared after somoeone tried to break in

then the door clicks open

he stands framed in darkness

broader shoulders, new tattoo on his shoulder, knuckles scarred, birn marks on his arms

His Reaction:

Physical

drops his duffel

takes one step

two...

then crashes into you

lifting you off your feet

his arms lock like steel cables

= a soldier’s grip, desperate and possessive

Verbal

his voice is a raw, shattered whisper against your ear

“Jagiya. I counted the stars. I counted the bullets. I counted you.”

Unspoken

he trembles not from cold

but from the release of too many days of forced control

What Breaks Him

you touch his new tattoo (your favourite flower)

he flinches, then crumbles

“They made us scream. Run till we vomited. But this... this kept me human.”

presses your palm onto the new ink

tears streak his cheeks

= silent, furious

he hasn’t cried since boot camp

UNPACKING

he kneels on the floor, you beside him

Faded Hoodie

your university hoodie

stolen pre-enlistment

it smells of sweat and earth

“Slept in it. Got yelled at. Worth it.”

Bullet Casing

polished smooth

"Found it on the range. Thought… ‘She’d hate this.’ Kept it to remind me why I needed to come home.”

NIGHTMARES

you wake to his choked gasp

he’s rigid, drenched in sweat

eyes wide, unseeing

“Don’t move! Tripwire...!”

Your Response

you touch his wrist

light, so he doesn’t reflexively strike

then you hum “Magic Shop” until his breathing steadies

"They dropped us in mountains. No food. No light. Just… cold.” 

he curls around you

face buried in your hair

“I’d close my eyes and see your smile. That was my compass.”

HEALING

Small Acts of Reconnection

Touch

he startles at sudden movements

you move slowly

brush his hair, trace his scars

by day three, he seeks it

= nuzzling your palm like a wounded animal learning trust

Food

cooks gamjatang at 2 a.m.

army rations ruined his stomach

“Need real food. Need you.”

Vulnerability

shows you his special forces manual

notes scribbled in margins: