The song is very different from previous songs by BTS. "DNA" is about how young passionate love is what connects through the fate of DNA. Moving on, the "DNA" Demo version by Jhope has a very similar meaning to the original by BTS. Hope is what humans use to survive the wickedness that was let out by Pandora. Becoming frightened by the evil things she closes the box and hope is the only thing left. Pandora got very curious and eventually, she opens the box and horrible evils came out such as greed, envy, hate, pain, hunger, war, poverty, and death. "Pandora's Box" is based on the story of a woman named Pandora who Zeus gave a box but she was told never to open it for reasons disclosed to her. J-hope expresses how he tried to bring hope even when all was lost. This song talks about how Jhope chose his name for BTS and how he wants to be a light of hope to the members and ARMY. He told himself that best friends come and go but this opportunity was once in a lifetime.Hey ARMY! Today, I discuss "Pandora's Box" & "DNA"( DEMO)! "Pandora's Box" is about J-hope being the one left with hope after everything else is gone. His flight left tomorrow morning to god knows where. The thought made him sick and he dry heaved over the trashcan, tears burning his eyes, another bout of rage setting him alight.Īnother empty suitcase sat on Namjoon’s bed. No matter how hard he tried to tell himself that he had won everything, he couldn’t help but remember how he trembled on stage without Yoongi beside him as they presented him with the trophy. That he would show Namjoon how it felt to lose everything.Įxcept Namjoon already understood, somewhat.
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He walked away from the perfect family and the perfect dream and the future that always had Namjoon in it.Īnd it was in that moment that Yoongi swore it to himself. “I hope it was worth it.”Īnd with that he walked down the stairs and out of the front door of the perfect white brick house with a lawn and a gate that Namjoon lived in. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Yoongi.” This was your plan all along, huh? String me along and then throw me out like the garbage you think I am?” “I know it was you who told them I didn’t write the song.” Yoongi said. Threw a few things into the empty suitcase and zipped it up without a word. Swallowed something close to a sob that threatened to surface, told himself it was just the anger. Namjoon pushed his chest roughly, sending Yoongi staggering back. “Where do you even expect me to go, man?” He flew at Namjoon, pushing him up against the wall with a force that made Namjoon’s head bang audibly against the brick. Nothing except rage coursing through his veins. Just yesterday they were going to win Mic Drop together. Just yesterday he was hunched over the desk Namjoon was trashing beside him, throwing beats around while Namjoon rapped jokingly into an empty water bottle like it was a makeshift mic. Just yesterday he had a family, a best friend, a home. “When did everything go so wrong?” It came out croakier than Yoongi wanted it to – a sign of weakness he was reluctant to let Namjoon see. Yoongi wondered if Namjoon wanted to use them on his face. Not when he brushes everything off Yoongi’s desk in one sweep like it was worthless, rips the poster above his bed clean in half and turns, panting, with his hands curled into tight fists.
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You’d never know he just won everything he had ever wanted.
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Namjoon was flying into a rage, darting around the room with a dark recklessness.
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"Why are you just fucking sitting there?” Not when he looked at Yoongi like he was a stranger. Not when there was a blackness behind Namjoon’s eyes. Something told him he wasn’t going to comfort him this time. The only time he cried in front of him was after the funeral. Yoongi perched on the end of his bed – if he could call it his any more – and let his head fall into his hands, defeated. “I thought we were in this together?”Ĭlothes started flying at Yoongi as Namjoon ripped open the closet door and grabbed fistfuls of the fabric hung neatly on Yoongi’s side. "Why are you doing this to me?” Yoongi found himself crossing the room against his better judgement, reaching for Namjoon who recoiled in disgust. It was already stripped of the sheets like nobody had ever slept there. Namjoon stood in the doorway of the bedroom he shared with Yoongi, tapping his foot impatiently and nodding towards the empty suitcase laying open on the bed. “You have five minutes to pack your things and go." Mic drop | the drabbles #1 ᴍɪᴄ ᴅʀᴏᴘ ᴅʀᴀʙʙʟᴇ #ɪ | ᴛʜᴇ ғɪɢʜᴛĪ/n: this drabble is best read after my oneshot mic drop, spoilers ahead!!! <3