hey š„ŗ can ask what the yan! bts fanclub does in terms of club activities?? like what do they do on a daily basis? ( love u sm :)) )
send me an ask! - X
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hi angel! i love u more than life. thank you for sending me an ask, pumpkin!
FANCLUB AU BELONGS TO @bangtans-apollo !!!!!!!!!
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āāā The weekends are the most dreaded time of the week. To consume what feels like an eternity without their moonlit nymph, their November rain is to bleed onto concrete with daylight dimming as seconds, minutes, hours, days walk by you. This is Jinās precious time with you, as he claims, and grasping the fact that he gets to bathe in lilac perfume and awestruck swans whilst the boys let their tears paint pillows with its heavenly glow sparks tremendous envy none of them ever knew they were capable of summoning. Jealousy is what we shall call these lovelorn weekends. Pure and unadulterated resentment.
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āāā Ah, finally! To be lost within the depths of the sea, they have withdrawn, for the sirens of the sea have led their souls to safety. The club shall recapture the previous week, also drowning in the heart of new exclusive content from the weekend prior. With a comment or two from Jin of the day before, he then puffs his chest in pride once he catches sight of fire within their eyes. That ache ends with Springās embrace, but that envy trembles like a ghost in the attic. Always following, always lingering. These boys are quite possessive, you see, but they must always respect their leader, for he holds the power of their ability to see their angelās heart in the palm of his hands. It is jealousy, but it is glittering infatuation, too.
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āāā On Tuesdayās (the second most dreadful time of the week), the boys will involve themselves in training and pushing their bodies to its limits. These long, exasperated hours usually consist of the boys groaning in annoyance and whining about craving to see their Y/N, all whilst Jungkook brags about his muscular physique and how he is much stronger than the rest of the fiends in that room. He enjoys that rivalry when he gloats about how he can fight better for you, also sharing fantasies of carrying you like a prince/princess as they all smolder in anger. That following night will involve eliminations of friends who are a little too close to liking or others who have dared to put even the smallest of frowns on your impeccable face. You are a loverās moon, a neon manifestation. You are in every means ethereal perfection and these boys will do everything in their power to protect the one they love most at all cost.
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āāā After the outrage boils down and bloodstains have been purified of their sins, Wednesdayās consist of honeyed words adorned of infatuation and Summerās tulips. This is a āwritingā club, after all. Each member will share their pieces that surround you with passion painting their heartfelt gazes. Yoongi and Taehyung are the only members who perfect this task flawlessly and put their blood, sweat and tears into every poem. The others arenāt as elegant, per se. As they share their pieces with blushing cheeks and lovesick smiles, their poems always accelerate to fantasies of domestic bliss. Days where they can hold you tight in their arms under the cotton candy sky; days where they can drown you in their obsession and kisses. Jimin once even let these fantasies go to⦠hotter places... Yeah, the others werenāt too thrilled about that.
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āāā Thursdayās consist of our members swamped in study guides and reviews and a few arguing with each other on something small as what shade of y/f/c is your favorite. These tasks (and physical fights, sometimes) will help equip the boys for the quiz the following day. The quiz will feature questions such as āhow many moles are on Y/Nās face?ā, ādown below, write the following in Y/Nās handwritingā, āhow old was Y/N when they lost their first tooth?ā, and āname off as many of Y/Nās mannerisms as you possibly can.ā They all excel grandly, scarily. Their pure ability to know you better than you know yourself without an inkling of your knowledge is terrifying, but with the purest of intentions. After all, they think of you and let their mind, heart, and soul melt into enchantment and blushing irises.
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āāā The day has come! Quiz night, where the members will be inquired on their knowledge with prizes varying in shades of infatuation and devotion. Their rewards are displayed before them as if the objects were taunting them and prodding them of their undying obsession. Awards adorned in sweltering sweetness consist of sweaters, plushies, voice memos (jin secretly recorded), jewelry, pillows, and other miscellaneous items you have blessed with your touch of paradise. But, these gifts also can become more brutal. Some nights, youāll find your used chapstick, fingernails, chewed pencils, locks of your hair, soda cans youāve drunk out of, chewed gum, toothbrushes, used bandaids, tissues and old polaroids that the members are all aching to possess. No matter the lines crossed, anything remotely related to their summer daydream has them misty and longing. Always and forever, they are yours.











