post-concert depression isn’t just about missing bangtan. it’s the atmosphere, the stadium, meeting your moots for the first time, making friends in the pit, being surrounded by armies everywhere you go. singing together, dancing together, crying together. for two days, we were one.
and they felt it.
that’s why wab:te was so painfully beautiful. they felt everything we gave them during those two days. every chant, every tear, every “i love you” screamed at the top of our lungs.
jungkook’s sadness felt like our own. when he cried, we cried. when his voice shook, our hearts shattered. we felt every emotion right alongside him.
july 17th & 18th, 2026 will stay with them forever. and it’ll stay with us forever too. some moments are simply too precious to leave behind. 💜🥹✨
no joke listening to arirang is like being on crack, once you stop you get withdrawals hear their voices playing in your head but then its not enough like i need to be on that shit again
listened to arirang so much over the weekend to the point where i’m at work rn trying to be a functional member of society but all im having is auditory hallucinations of swim swim water falling off your skin and feeling schizophrenic like lili reinhart in the mv