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@bangtaneas There is Run Jin in the DNA of this tour. 💜

You can see this tour isn't about putting on a perfect performance FOR the audience, it's about the joy of performing & partying WITH us. No formal introductions, no final bow, no usual kpop formula, no strict perfection, just a family having fun with their friends.

"haters gonna hate players gonna play we don't give a shit about you fighting" - namjoon 😭

retweet if you’re in this bangtan sonyeondan shit for life.

RT AND REPLY 💜 THANK YOU BTS PROUD OF BTS WE PURPLE YOU #BTS_WORLDTOUR_ARIRANG

@CCjo7949 The merch shipping from the US is on sale later today; finally on my computer, I could get to the merch coming from Korea that is already on sale. And got a shirt🥺😱🤷‍♀️

@CCjo7949 Mine tells me it doesn’t go on sale until later today 🤷‍♀️

So… how is everyone doing after surviving the Weverse merch Hunger Games? Me: okay let’s buy this calmly. Weverse: no Crash. Bug. Refresh. Loading circle. Back to homepage. Try again. Log in. Log out. Refresh. Refresh. Refresh. Then suddenly: “Thank you for your order.” Excuse me… my WHAT order? 😭 Because every time I try to view it, the app bugs again. So right now I’m in a very special relationship with Weverse where apparently I bought something. I genuinely have no idea what I bought, how many times I bought it, whether it’s valid, or whether Weverse will wake up tomorrow and decide it was all just a collective hallucination.😤

@CCjo7949 Your mom is an ARMY.

So Saturday my mum watched the BTS live from her hospital bed with my teens because she had decided I should go watch with my ARMY friends instead. Before leaving, I told my kids:Call me if there’s a problem. My mum, deeply offended:Don’t be silly. I’m at the hospital with my grandchildren. I’m watching the boys. Go enjoy yourself. So I did. And after the live, I opened the family chat. Son: It’s connected. Daughter: Netflix works. Son: She asked when it starts. Son: She asked again. Daughter: she does not trust the countdown… Then: Daughter: First reaction: “that venue is huge, I’d be terrified” Son: Second reaction: “why are they all so handsome” Daughter: She wants their skincare. A few minutes later: Son: She found JK Daughter: Jean Cook😂 Son: She said “he sings, he dances, he cooks, a complete man”🧐 Then daughter : She spotted the angelic one … Jimin😇 Body To Body: Son: She just said “ohhh this one has a beat” Daughter: She did a little shoulder move. Son: We all saw it unfortunately😬 Daughter: She went quiet during the traditional chant. Son: She’s humming… Daughter: hand on chest. Son: She wants to know why Jin is hiding his face in the hood… Daughter: “he’s too beautiful for that” Son: She’s angry 😅 Daughter: She LOVES Hobi’s energy. Son: She said “this one brings savage vibe when he dances 😱 2.0: Daughter: she’s very impressed by their body control. Son: “MUM HELP SHE CALLED THEM SEXY.” Daughter: Out loud Son: In a hospital room. I’m embarrassed😩 Then: Son: She recognised Butter… Daughter: absurdly pleased with herself😊 Son: She wants to know why Yoongi dropped the mic…and who picks it up after. FYA… Son: She just said “your mother will love this one” Daughter: “this is about to wake up her old clubbing side again. At 20, she used to go out dancing every night except Sunday.” Son: ??? Daughter: Mum I think you have stories to tell us😤 Son: She is yelling at RM “your foot! sit down!” A minute later: Son: She’s really vibing to FYA Daughter: like… a lot! Son: Is that medically safe? Daughter: She wants to know why everyone has glowing hammers🤣 Son: We explained ARMY Bombs Son: She said “so the little quiet mysterious one(Yoongi)not quiet at all actually” Then the whole chat derailed. Daughter: Oh no. Son: it’s bad! Daughter: I think she’s in love with V…. Son: Not joking. Daughter: She has been talking about him for five straight minutes!She is fully stuck on him now. Son: We have lost her.. Son: “they’re all handsome but THAT one…” Daughter: “So beautiful” Son: “So mysterious, dangerously attractive” Daughter: She just called him "sin on earth"😱 Son:This has gone too far. Mum please return immediately😡 Son: Swim got her Daughter: Hand on chest again… Son: She says it’s beautiful.. Son: Ohh mum, she’s really emotional now🥺 Like Animals: Daughter: She asked if the song is about animals..😬 Daughter: She says Jin, Titi(Tae) and “Jean Cook” sound like angels Son: exact quote: “when heaven forgets to close the door, voices like this come through.” Daughter: She’s actually in owe… Final messages: Son: She says it was too short! Daughter: And she sounds personally offended😂

@BIGHIT_MUSIC @bts_bighit Please give us the good video of the concert 🙏💜

@beyond_ARMY_ Other members were emotional as well. Apart from Netflix, Hybe was also recording. And Hybe cams for each of the seven - the so called fan cams by Hybe.

@beyond_ARMY_ @netflix give us each member fancam

@tekseok @beyond_ARMY_ @netflix This!

@beyond_ARMY_ At this point give us every member’s fancam + stage focused cam cuz apparently we missed a lot of stuff 😭 @netflix

Netflix did not capture it, but this fan cam did — Taehyung was teary-eyed during Mikrokosmos. He started off really happy and you can see the gradual change in his emotions when ARMY started singing and how deeply touched he was to sing and be with BTS on stage and perform for ARMY 🥺💜 — plus the video is so close you can see the difference in texture and layers between the sleeves of Taehhyung’s sweater and the rest of it. #BTSLive #BTSLiveonNetflix

Okay, if anyone wants my break down of SWIM here it goes. It’s important that you understand. I made myself cry. So do what you will with that information. Read at your own risk 🥺… 🌊🏊 🐨🐹🐱🐿🐥🐻🐰 Thank you @BTS_twt for loving us, protecting us, and guiding us. I hope we do the same for you in some capacity 💜.We will swim beside you forever. #BTS_SWIM

@Microinteracti1 This is beautifully written and packs a punch. It made me grieve my country as we grieve the death of a loved one.

Robert Mueller died last night. He was 81 years old. He had a wife who loved him for sixty years. He had two daughters, one of whom he met for the first time in Hawaii, in 1969, on a few hours of military leave, before he got back on the plane and returned to Vietnam. He had grandchildren. He had a faith he practiced quietly, without performance. He had, in the way of men who have seen real things and survived them, a quality that is increasingly rare and increasingly mocked in the country he spent his life serving. He had integrity. And tonight the President of the United States said good! I have been sitting with that word for hours now. Good. One syllable. The thing you say when the coffee is hot or the traffic is moving. The thing a man who has never had to bury anyone, never had to sit in the specific silence of a room where someone is newly absent, reaches for when he wants the world to know he is satisfied. Good. The daughters are crying and the wife is alone in the house and good. I want to speak directly to the Americans reading this. Not the political Americans. Just the human ones. The ones who have lost a father. The ones who know what it is to be in that first hour, when you keep forgetting and then remembering again, when ordinary objects become unbearable, when the world outside the window seems obscene in its indifference. I want to ask you, simply, to hold that feeling for a moment, and then to understand that the man you elected looked at it and typed a single word. Good. This is not a country having a bad day. I need you to understand that. Countries have bad days. Elections go wrong. Leaders disappoint. Institutions bend. But there is a different thing, a rarer and more terrible thing, that happens when the moral center of a place simply gives way. Not dramatically. Not with a single catastrophic event. But quietly, in increments, until one evening a president celebrates the death of an old man whose family is still warm with grief, and enough people find it acceptable that it becomes the weather. Just the weather. That is what is happening. That is what has happened. The world knows. From Tokyo to Oslo, from London to Buenos Aires, people are not angry at America tonight. Anger would mean there was still something to fight for, some remaining faith to be betrayed. What I see, in the reactions from everywhere that is not here, is something older and sadder than anger. It is the look people get when they have waited a long time for someone they love to find their way back, and have finally understood that they are not coming. America is being grieved. Past tense, almost. The idea of it. The thing it represented to people who had nothing else to believe in, who came here with everything they owned in a single bag because they had heard, somehow, across an ocean, that this was the place where decency was written into the walls. That idea is not resting. It is not suspended. It is being buried, in real time, with 7,450 likes before dinner. And the church said nothing. Seventy million people have decided that this man, this specific man who has cheated everyone he has ever made a promise to, who has mocked the disabled and the dead and the grieving, who celebrated tonight while a family wept, is an instrument of God. The pastors who made that bargain did not just trade away their credibility. They traded away the thing that made them worth listening to in the first place. The cross they carry now is a costume. The faith they preach is a loyalty oath with scripture attached. When the history of American Christianity is written, this will be the chapter they skip at seminary. Now I want to talk about the men who stand next to him. Because this is the part that actually breaks my heart. JD Vance is not a bad man. I have to say that, because it is true, and because the truth matters even now, especially now. Marco Rubio is not a bad man. Lindsey Graham is not a bad man. They are idiots, but not bad, as in BAD! These are men with mothers who raised them and children who love them and friends who remember who they were before all of this. They are not monsters. Monsters are simple. Monsters do not cost you anything emotionally because there is nothing in them to mourn. These men are something more painful than monsters. They are men who knew better, and know better still, and will get up tomorrow and do it again. Every small compromise they made had a reason. Every moment they looked the other way had a justification that sounded, at the time, almost reasonable. And now they have arrived here, at a place where a president celebrates the death of an old man and they will find a way, on television, to say nothing that means anything, and they will go home to houses where children who carry their name are waiting, and they will say goodnight, and they will say nothing. Their oldest friends are watching. The ones who knew Rubio when he still believed in something. Who knew Graham when he said, out loud, on the record, that this exact man would destroy the Republican Party and deserve it. Who sat next to Vance and thought here is someone worth knowing. Those friends are not angry tonight. They moved through anger a long time ago. What they feel now is the quiet, irrecoverable sadness of watching someone disappear while still being present. Of watching a person they loved choose, again and again, to become less. That is what cowardice costs. Not the coward. The people who loved him. And in the comments tonight, the followers celebrate. People who ten years ago brought casseroles to grieving neighbours. Who stood in the rain at gravesides and meant the words they said. Who told their children that we do not speak ill of the dead because the dead were someone's beloved. Those people are tonight typing gleeful things about a man whose daughters are not yet done crying. And they feel clean doing it. Righteous. Because somewhere along the way the thing they were given in exchange for their decency was the feeling of belonging to something, and that feeling is very hard to give up even when you can no longer remember what you gave for it. When Trump is gone, they will still be here. Standing in the silence where the noise used to be. Without the permission the crowd gave them. Without the pastor who told them their cruelty was holy. They will be alone with what they said and what they cheered and what they chose to become, and there will be no one left to tell them it was righteous. That morning is coming. Robert Mueller flew across the Pacific on military leave to hold his newborn daughter for a few hours before returning to the war. He came home. He buried his dead with honour. He served presidents of both parties because he understood that the institution was larger than any one man. He told his grandchildren that a lie is the worst thing a person can do, that a reputation once lost cannot be recovered, and he lived that, every day, in the quiet and unglamorous way of people who actually believe what they say. He was the kind of American the world used to point to when it needed to believe the story was true. He died last night. His wife is alone in their house in Georgetown. His daughters are learning what the world is without him in it. And somewhere in the particular hush that falls over a family in the first hours of loss, the most powerful man and the biggest loser on earth sent a message to say he was glad. The world that loved what America was supposed to be is grieving tonight. Not for Robert Mueller only. For the country that produced him and then became this. For the distance between what was promised and what was delivered. For the suspicion, growing quieter and more certain with each passing month, that the America people believed in was always partly a story, and the story is over now, and there is nothing yet to replace it. That is all it needed to be. A man died. His family is broken open with grief. That is all it needed to be. Instead the President said good. And the country that once stood for something looked away 🇺🇸 Gandalv / @Microinteracti1

@netflix @netflix You've proved once again that only @BIGHIT_MUSIC can be trusted to do video of @BTS_twt BTS performing. We weren't watching to see the crowd or to see the admittedly grand aerial views of the square. We wanted to focus on BTS. Can you fix that in the rebroadcast?

BTS IS BACK 🚨 For the first time in almost four years and LIVE on Netflix, please welcome RM, Jin, SUGA, j-hope, Jimin, V, and Jung Kook to the stage. #BTSLiveonNetflix #BTS_ARIRANG

This one’s for the BTS ARMY! We’re jamming to “Body to Body,” because it has the right beat for Hands-Only CPR! You could save a life with two simple steps: If you see a teen or adult collapse, call 911 and push hard and fast in the center of the chest. @bts_bighit #ARIRANG #BTS #CPRwithHeart #NationofLifesavers

Anyone else just wants to dive into the new #BTS album? 🏊‍♂️🔥 Throwing it back to Jin carrying the Olympic flame at #Paris 2024. #Olympics @bts_bighit

I’m genuinely fighting for my life trying not to play this album on loop. And I’m moving from one device to another to another, to another switching playlists like a woman possessed just to keep it playing at all times. What did they put in this??? It’s not an album. It’s a controlled substance. #BTS_ARİRANG #BTS_SWİM

#BTS : Journey To ARIRANG

Don't forget to share the link, so the Teaser can trend🙏 youtu.be/fQbEuS9GO3E?si…