It is 1225am. Sunday. October 11. A few hours ago I attended BTS's online concert MOTS ON:E. And it has to be the BEST. ONLINE. EXPERIENCE. EVER. That concert had my emotions confused, dammit. I was happy, sad, excited. I was crying one time, then singing along to the songs, and then laughing. And then crying and then laughing. And then I felt seduced by Jimin (my bias but I love the 6 boys, too). Oh my freakin' goodness.
I have been a fan of BTS since their debut in 2013 but I would have to admit that I was more into Super Junior and 2PM. And then with work and a new relationship to cultivate, my K-Pop habits dwindled to almost zero for the next 3 years. By 2016, I had rediscovered my love for K-Pop and started my BTS fandom journey.
And so now it's 2020. And I can honestly say I have never loved a K-Pop group as much as BTS. For the life of me, I don't know what it is with these boys. They are incredible performers; handling their choreography like eating breakfast! I have danced almost for half of my life, competitively, have done quite a bit of choreography for a few dance organizations. Learning their choreography had me sweating like a fountain - and I was just learning 4 8-counts!
I bawled like a maniac when Jimin cried. In that moment I felt that somebody needs to help him, as it seems to me, he's having a particular hard time coping with the new normal the pandemic has so suddenly imposed on us. I heard his cry for help - if the English translation is accurate, he said that he doesn't understand why he is going through all these. I know that they're still living together and still rooms with Hoseok. I hope he can reveal his true feelings or whatever it is he is going through to someone. It's actually possible the boys know as they did say to just let Jimin cry. I can only pray at this point for his well-being and sanity.
The 7 boys are truly precious. They have given us, Army, so much of their time, talent, love, and thoughts, not to mention their blood, sweat, and tears.
I hope they rest well tonight.
