jk & yg

• not actually a hp au sorry it's just that kim namjoon changed my life with a single stroke of his fansign marker anyways why'd i say it like that
• breakneck speed
• omggggggg shit i know the perfect setting for this. rock band. it's either rock band or sports and i'm never the fuck writing about sports
• the indents of fingernails in his palms
• an interview from a magazine: so why do you do this? yg: because i need it. jk: because i love it.
• and who is this kid, anyways, barely out of high school, nothing but a name—who is he to worm his way into this band so easily, the one yg fought tooth and nail to drag into the light of day—
• it started with—as many things do—pjm: i know a guy—and you'll never believe me if i tell you, so you gotta see for yourself —and he was right, yg didn't believe him, didn't believe the shiny line of studs along his ear or the heavy eyeliner or the self assured straightness of his spine. you got one shot to show me something real. do you want this or not? and jk—eyes open, wide open—scar on his cheek— yeah. yeah, i want it.
• later: barbeque scene, shots of soju, smoke clinging to their clothes, jk in that one green jacket w the grey hood and ripped up jeans
• that fansite name........ headliner.
• every step of the way
• this is rly cheesy but i wanna also write smth that acknowledges the fans. screaming out every single word like they're gonna die. sorry u make us feel alive