Dear ARMYs, my precious moots.
This is a very personal post, not my usual chaos, so please feel free to scroll past.
Before anything else, thank you from the bottom of my heart for all the messages you sent me last time.
I’m sorry I disappeared but I needed time to process everything, to breathe and to find the courage to write these words without falling apart all over again.
And still, I’m writing with the heaviest heart, tears running down my face, while part of me continues to refuse that any of this is real.
On Monday, I had my annual check-up.
The previous ones had gone well, so even though the fear was quietly sitting in the corner of my mind, I kept telling myself that everything would be okay.
But then the end of the day came.
When it was finally time to go over my results, the two specialists who have been by my side through my previous battles entered the room together.
And I knew immediately.
Because they only come in together when something is wrong.
They started talking and I could hear their voices but my brain refused to take in what they were saying. Their words seemed to float somewhere around me without truly landing.
Until a few of them finally did.
A new diagnosis. Surgery. No time to wait.
And even then my mind refused to accept it.
After the shock came the realization.The fear. Then the sadness. Then the anger. Then that cruel, crushing feeling of injustice.
I cried.I was scared.I still am.
My thoughts went immediately to my children and my mother,my family.
Then to BTS, ARMY and all the purple moments I thought were waiting for us.
But this is not something I can ignore, postpone or pretend is small. I have to undergo surgery next Monday, followed by a strict one-month recovery.
And this is the part that hurts beyond words: I won’t be able to attend any of the boys’ shows.
Because these concerts were never “just concerts” to me.
They were light and hope.
They were something beautiful to hold onto whenever life felt too heavy.
I had imagined Brussels and Paris with you: the songs, the fanchants, the laughter, the tears, the chaos, the friendships and that overwhelming feeling of being alive among thousands of purple hearts. Among my other family.
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🐨 이 거대한 애드벌룬을 띄워놓고 같이 타 있는데 김이 안 빠지고 계속 올라가요. 성층권, 열권까지 올라가고 우주까지 가는 상황이라 무섭거든요. 무섭잖아요. 애드벌룬을 탈 때는 우주까지 갈 지 몰랐거든요. 대기권에서 좀 뜨다가 연착륙할 줄 알았죠
회고록 인터뷰를 읽자마자 떠오르던 애드벌룬
김포공항과 제주공항에서도 아이긴 애플 진을 구매할 수 있어요!
위치 찍어드려여....💙
<김포국제공항 / 출국장>
-롯데 면세점
<제주국제공항 / 출국장>
-롯데 면세점
* 지나친 음주는 뇌졸중, 기억력 손상이나 치매를 유발합니다. 임신 중 음주는 기형아 출생 위험을 높입니다.
3/ Then……
Clément: “Can I have Jimin?”
Everybody stops.
Patrick: “CLÉMENT.!!!!!!!”
Clément: “It’s for my wife!.”
Victor: “You asked for him by name.”
Clément: “It’s for my wife.”
Bruno: “WHAT IS HAPPENING IN YOUR HOUSE?”
Clément: “She likes him!!!!!”
Me: “Sure.”
Clément: “It’s for my wife.”
Me: “Absolutely….”
Patrick: “Nobody believes you.”
Clément: “She likes him!!!!!”
Me: “We all like him.”
Bruno: “Do not say ‘we’.”
Me: “WE.”
Then Bruno, trying to sound casual and failing immediately, types:
“Actually, my daughter likes the baseball guy.”
The chat stops again.
Victor: “The what?”
Patrick: “Baseball guy?”
Christophe: “Bruno!!!!!! Bordel!
Me: “You mean V.”
Bruno: “I mean the baseball guy.”
Me: “V. Kim Taehyung.”
Bruno: “not ready for names.”
Me: “Too late. You asked for him.”
Bruno: “For my daughter.”
Me: “Of course.”
Bruno: “It’s for my daughter.”
Me: “Absolutely.”
Patrick: “Nobody believes anyone anymore.”
Christophe: “This group chat is diseased.”
Then Patrick decided to step on a landmine.
Patrick: “I don’t understand why adults collect photocards.”
Me: “Patrick.”
Patrick: “What?”
Me: “You’ve been collecting Panini World Cup albums since 1998.”
Silence.
Victor: “She loaded the cannon.”
Bruno: “And aimed directly at the childhood shelf.”
Patrick: “That’s different.”
Me: “How?”
Patrick: “It’s football.”
Me: “So pictures of men.”
Patrick: “Players.”
Me: “Men in matching outfits.”
Patrick: “Athletes.”
Me: “BTS dance for three hours while singing live. Pick your next word carefully😤”
Christophe: “Patrick, retreat!”
Patrick: “They’re stickers.”
Me: “So the issue is glue?”
Patrick: “No, but…”
Me: “You trade them.”
Patrick: “Yes, but…”
Me: “You hunt the rare ones.”
Patrick: “Everyone hunts rare ones.”
Me: “So you admit there are rare emotional men.”
Patrick: “No.”
Me: “Too late. The court heard it.”
Clément: “I heard it too.”
Patrick: “You stay out of this, Jimin.”
Clément: “Why am I Jimin now?”
Victor: “Because you asked for him by name. Consequences.”
Me: “You protect them in plastic.”
Patrick: “…”
Me: “Exactly.”
Bruno: “He’s buffering.🤣”
Christophe: “No photocards.”
Me: “Okay.”
Patrick: “She’s lying.”
Me: “Of course I am.😝”
Gentlemen. You are not ready.
France, please win.
BTS, let’s collect your new uncles. ⚽️💜
1/You remember my football group chat?
A lot of time has passed since the BTS World Cup halftime announcement. 😇
The football group chat had finally calmed down.
France has its first match tonight, so naturally, my childhood football group chat starts organising.
Christophe: “Guys. Match tonight at my place?”
Victor: “Yes.”
Patrick: “Obviously.”
Bruno: “I’m coming.”
Clément: “Same.”
Me: “HELLOOOOOOO BOYS.”
Nobody panics. Because this is, unfortunately for them, my normal entrance.
Patrick: “Lowercase was available.”
Me: “And yet I chose greatness.”
Bruno: “She’s awake.”
Christophe: “We know. The neighbourhood knows.”
Me: “Good morning to my favourite emotionally constipated football committee.”
Victor: “It’s 2pm.”
Me: “Exactly. Morning of the soul.😇”
Christophe: “Focus. Food. Logistics. Who brings what?”
Victor: “Drinks.”
Bruno: “Beer.”
Patrick: “Bread.”
Clément: “Cheese.”
Christophe: “I’ll get pizzas.”
Then very naturally because they are men but not stupid men:
Christophe: “Titine, can you bring your Serbian saucisson?”
Victor: “And the potato salad.”
Patrick: “Yes. The potato salad.”
Bruno: “The good one.”
Clément: “With the little onions.”
Me: “Look at you. Begging with respect.”
Patrick: “Do not make this weird.”
Me: “You are requesting my family charcuterie and my potato salad. This is already intimate.”
Christophe: “Just bring the food.”
Me: “Fine. Serbian saucisson. Potato salad.”
Victor: “Perfect.”
Bruno: “Excellent.”
Patrick: “This is why we keep you.”
Me: “For my personality🧚🏼♀️🦄?”
Patrick: “For your potatoes.”
Me: “🖕🏻”
ARMYs, I am giving out
- 200+ handmade AB mini charm kit
- 400+ members and OT7 currency
- 100 OT7 ARMY platinum cards
If you are coming for the #ArirangBusanConcert find me there 💜 Feel free to follow me for future updates 🫰🏻 #bts_worldtour_busan#bts_worldtour_arirang_busan
OT7: Jin is holding a bouquet with flame lily, chrysanthemum, Gerbera daisies, and what I think are green Ammi flowers.
All of the red flowers symbolize passion, and in Korean Ammi has the same spelling and pronunciation as ARMY, 아미, it’s a flower to symbolize us. Happy Festa!
For new armys, Paldogangsan is a complex track that emphasises bts’ roots and the regional dialects of the members! Paldogangsan got huge amounts of praise nationally for its lyrics as regional dialects were rarely highlighted in kpop/k-hiphop scenes