Novel & Cerita Es Krim Bts

Katrina grimaces, "how will people sing as jobs? Our technology creates melodies that we listen to." "Girrrrrrrll, you're so missing out! That reminds me, I need to ask Jason for a way to get me the newly released album from Jimin." "Jimin?" "Yeah, of BTS. How am I supposed to live without BTS? J-hope is going to the army soon, I need to watch videos asap. If I don't I'd be suffering BTS withdrawal," Sarah says looking like she really is going to suffer. "How about you can down first? I don't even understand a bit of what you're saying, you should probably just wait for the king to get back."

Kola said to me as he walked in another direction leaving the stunned crowd. He turned to me and gave me his phone to hold while he brought out his wallet to pay. I glanced at the phone. Samsung. I couldn't decipher the model right away though. Somehow my hands pressed the power button and right there, the lock wall paper stared at me. It was the picture of my favorite kpop artists, BTS. I turned to him, my eyes sparkling "You know BTS?" I asked. "You are an Army? Who's your bias? Since when have you being an army? Are you an official fandom? " I asked excited.

Alex Kim… stop this… I feel so sorry about you. A/N: Sorry for the grammatical error and all. I am writing this in a faster mode because I will watch a sowozo of BTS! HAPPY 8TH ANNIVERSARY BANGTAN BOYS! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH AND TO ALL ARMYS OUT THERE! LET’S WATCH THE CONCERT!

But there were few who was commenting hate for them. Guys, I know you don't like BTS and it's okay.. It's completely fine that you don't like them but Atleast don't spread hate... If you don't like them don't dislike them.. And even if you hate them keep it to yourself... There were comments like "Eww ,I literally hate them" "Their music sucks" "BTS suckes Ass" and many more...

It had been a week since Noah lost his job at Button Boss and ended up becoming Jessica's assistant. On his first day of work as an assistant, the photo shoot models came from a top Korean boy group called P13R (read: PIER). It was said that the name meant “Thirteen for Perfection and Rarity.”

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her index taps the metal table's surface, "is worse than high school." -"Oookay. But I just got here. I haven't done anything to upset anyone." -"That's where you are wrong." She chuckles. "Do you know the boy band BTS?" I nod at her while taking another full spoon flavor bursting soup. "Do you know what they call their group of Fans?" I hum a yes, unable to stop myself from eating. I was so hungry. "Well, let’s say, this whole room is Prince Adrian and Prince Connor's Army. Mess with one of them and suffer at their hands. It's scary."

She said imitating the pirates voice. "Okay fine!" I sighed in defeat. I took the mic and went to through the music list. The song I picked was also a fast one. Seven by Jungkook of BTS and Latto. "I didn't know you were a fan of bts." Eve said. "I am." I said proudly. "Amazing, max is too." She giggled. "Atleast you both have something in common now." She mumbled and i nodded. The song was starting so I had to sing.

He paused dramatically, as if waiting for me to press play. “Do you need a dollar to open your mouth again?” “Don’t be shocked, and scream, because I’m not going to—“ “Spit it out already Lucas I’m losing my patience here!” “Well, BTS just confirmed that they’ll be—“ “BTS? Like the seven normal boys from Korea BTS? You mean BangTan boys? That BTS?” I screamed on top of my lungs, ignoring the dissatisfied look Douglas had on his face. “With this reaction, I don’t think they’ll be attending the party anymore.”

Jokes apart, she actually loved them. She had spent half of her time listening to Korean pop and watching dramas. Her favorite song is kookie’s still with you and Blackpink's kill this love and twice’s doughnut. She had given all of her heart to the BTS members. They just… took her breath away. She was busy fangirling when someone from the back came and smacked her head, making her drop the phone down on the car’s mat and looked to her side stated and her mouth hung open. She moved her palm to her head and rubbed it over her honey-brown hair. She looked at Ayesha staring down at her with nothing but disgust and hate.