--Mom--
Note: ARMYs you guys should read this]
From ARMY to MOM
Dear Mom,
Do you still remember those days I go to the parlor monthly just to have a haircut/colour?
I told you, I want to look like Amber, right?
Sorry, Mom. I actually love BTS' hairstyle.
Those days you were asking me why I don't eat lunch in school...
I answered you, I am on a diet, right?
Sorry, Mom. I'm actually earning for my fangirling stuffs.
The time you were curious why I suddenly asked your permission to live in a dorm...
I told you, so I could not get tired travelling back and forth, right?
Sorry, Mom. I actually did that so you could give me my allowance immediately and I would budget it in advanced for a con ticket.
Those nights when you catch me still wide awake and facing my laptop...
I always tell you, I am doing a research, right?
Sorry, Mom. I actually spazz, type personal letters, essays and poems that time.
That day you asked me where I get my money...
I told you, I am just rich, right?
Sorry, Mom. I usually skip dinner at dorm so I could buy something for my family, not just for my fandom.
Those days whenever you ask me about BTS...
I always answer you so calmly, right?
Sorry, Mom. I actually want to slap you hundred times 'cause that word makes my heart flutter.
The day you asked me why I woke up with a swollen eyes...
I answered you, I watched something overnight, right?
Sorry, Mom. I actually cried as my favorite character, Hansung, died in Hwarang.
Those moments when you ask me where do I go when I am not at home...
I always tell you, I spend time with my old friends, right?
Sorry, Mom. I actually go in the comshop wasting time and money to download random pictures and videos of my seven husbands.
That day before I took my entrance exam in college and you asked me what I want and where would I be...
I answered you, BSED English so I could teach people and communicate worldwide, right?
Sorry, Mom. I actually want to be BTS's wife and live in a country like South Korea.
Those nights when you ask me why I play BTS songs in a maximum level when it is just me alone in my room...
I told you, it's because they cheer me up, right?
Sorry, Mom. I actually do that because you have a fragile kid like me who sobs so loudly while torturing herself with depressing thoughts about what if one day I just woke up with BTS':
One last concept
One last photoshoot
One last album
One last comeback
One last song
One last cover
One last remake
One last mixtape
One last skit
One last commercial
One last dance
One last era
One last MV
One last theory
One last voice
One last move
One last cypher
One last intro
One last outro
One last cry
One last laugh
One last tour
One last concert
One last interview
One last variety show
One last reality show
One last dance practice
One last performance
One last MAMA
One last award
One last touch of mic
One last speech
One last group hug
One last confetti
One last log
One last tweet
One last BTS KKUL FM
One last Bangtan Bomb
One last Bangtan Episode
One last Bon Voyage
One last Eat Jin
One last English line
One last blown kiss
One last savage line
One last hope
One last joke
One last meme face
One last high note
One last bunny smile
One last aegyo
One last birthday
One last home party
One last anniversary
One last "We love our ARMY!"
And one last "Annyeong haseyo Bangtan Sonyeondan-imnida!"
And the day you asked me why do I love them so much...
I answered you, I have no reason, right?
Sorry, Mom. I actually have a lot of thoughts that time but they are too unfathomable to formulate, like:
Mom, they are beautiful creatures with amazing talents.
Mom, they are natural and not hypocrites.
Mom, they inspire me with their stories.
Mom, they always motivate me to do something I want.
Mom, they are the reason why I study hard.
Mom, their music is my escape to the fake world.
Mom, their pictures make my day complete like no one does.
Mom, their memeable faces make me laugh billion times.
Mom, their lyrics are wake-up call for a teenager like me.
Mom, God honed them with admirable deeds.
Mom, their determination pushes me to accept failures and reach success.
Mom, their existence is my lifeline.
Mom, they mold me how to be stronger and soar higher.
Mom, they changed my life to be a better version of myself.
Mom, their hardworks encourage me not to give up.
Mom, their myriad episodes are my stress reliever.
Mom, that group is one of the reasons why I live.
Mom, I have a lot of good memories/times because of them.
Mom, everything about them is pure perfection.
Mom, I cannot imagine myself without them.
Mom, I love them so much that sometimes it makes me cry.
Mom, they are so precious to me.
Mom, forgive me for lying after all this time.
Love,
Your ARMY daughter
