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randomkposts · 4 years

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Stalker with a crush

K: E, crack idea. Kyoto hitman reborn crossover with Yandere simulator

How the crack crossover would go, depends on who Yandere has a crush on.

The easiest would be Tsuna, who pre-reborn invokes protective feelings in Yandere, and makes them want to go after his bullies. They even had a kidnapping plan prepared, only for Reborn to show up, and all these guys to start surrounding him, like bodyguards.

Though it would be hilarious if Yandere crushed on Hayato, or Hibiri, for different reasons

E:Ong Plus its very norm for Tsuna to straight up tun into someone. And he's a sweetie.

The only time a girl ever liked him first and she's nuts.

K: It would be very Tsuna, wouldn't it

E: It would and it's hilarious for us. Now he can also pressured vy reborn to take the delinquents as a "Decimo" should uphold *something somthing reborn would say*"

Gokudera would probably jump the bomb on that one already goes on the delinquents.

Hibari would be suuuuuuper hard to get to even come to this place and honestly Yan-chan would find him as a t he eat *i mean as long as she ain't breaking rule she good*

K: That one opens up the most scenarios. Like a possible spinoff, where Yandere did go through with the kidnapping earlier, Nana tells her husband, and a crazy struggle opens up to find Tsuna. The Mafia, VS yandare's family, would be quite a battle.

E: Hibiri and Megami teeth clenched teamwork.

K: Yamato has so many fangirls (and boys) that it would probably start up some rivalry's, if Yan's attention is on him.

E:A long line of Yandere? Already implied to have some hands in the underworld. They're pretty damn great at tying up loose ends.

They haaaaate eachother so much. Well maybe Megami does, Hibari doesn't give a fuck.

K: Meanwhile, Tsuna and his future fiancee are in a different town, where nobody's bullying him, and it's a bIt weird, not terrible.

E: Yamato fanclub totally. You know I think Budo knows kendo I believe.

K: "Join the boxing club"

"I have formed my own club"

E: He would try that!!!! Someone would even explain to him you can join the other two clubs but nope!!

JOIN HIS BOXING CLUB

K: The other way it could swing, is Yandere becoming a Guardian. What kind of flame do you think they would have?

E: Yandere I always see to have either a cloud flame. Or malleable en9ugh to have storms.

K: I wonder if an argument could be made for lightning flame. Lightning's property is hardening, right? Except, rather than physical hardening being it's first use in the household, it's emotional hardening. We don't question it as much in the show, but Lambo is a 5 year old Hitman. And otherwise seems to be a normalish kid, demanding attention.

What if he hardened himself towards killing, in a bid for parental attention.

Or perhaps, he demands so much attention, because his parents are absentee

E: He was also sent out basically on a death mission by his own family.

Kids gotta be emotionally strong enough to be in a household like that. We never did find out what the hell his parents are even doing.

Not even Fuutas.

K:Yandere, uses hardening properties to achieve a different emotional effect. Hardening against them. Their dad is a kidnapped victim, living with his murderous kidnapping wife who is obsessed with him first and foremost, and teaching the kid to be like her. Social skills were not taught particularly well as a small child, which led to further isolation from peers. They didn't even notice they were doing it, just shut It all out.

E: True. Even Yan mother even see her as a threat. Imagine being on the side of a murderous intentions from your own mother.

Yan has to be emotionally hardened at this point. She is pretty good to have as a mafia ally. I mean it's not far fetched for them to try to control her . I mean they have Mukuro with them. The Yakuza ending also pretty much stated she would join them. She kidnaps a lot of girls and boys without getting caught.

K: Tsuna, catches their attention. This boy, who the school calls no good, who is failing his classes, who is ruthlessly picked on. He keeps coming. And they start to get mad at the people who keep picking on this sweetie, and then he talks to them one day, and that's it. They feel a lot for him & are determined to put a smile on his face.

And while just talking to him would probably do that , Yandere is too shy to do that, and resorts to other things.

And they are unhardening, and finding emotion can be brought to the forefront to do things for him, and he must be Sempi.

Hayato gets kidnaped a few times (and rescued by Bianchi and others), before Yandere realized they both are here to protect Tsuna

Like, before they bond over that, Hayato is out smoking or something, and just gets nabbed.

He has conspiracy theories over who is kidnapping him.

He kind of just wakes up in these random houses.

One time Hibiri rescues him, and goes after Yandere for disturbing the peace, with kidnapping. And Hayato gets rescued from the truck by kusakabe.

The Yakuza are doing the kidnapping, because that would cut into time with Senpai.

E: Other things like leaving encouraging note to him in his locker or small gifts he would like *honestly Tsuna would be so touched if someone even remembers to include him in something. And it is canon option for Senpai*

Would Yandere be more lax in them? If he is also interested in protecting Senpai, then ally?

Omg.

Stop cutting into time with Senpai, she makes sure he gets home safe!

K: Eventually, they decide, with all the problems that come after Sempai, more people on the job may not be a bad thing.

How would Reborn react to all of this? Would he be dropping cryptic hints.

K: He totally would.

He's probably not liking how much attention Yan would bring if she isn't careful. Impressed with her skills, but honestly who is he to judge in his own profession. Utilize her skills. He would have already gone through her background even her parents. Ryoba history is the most surprising so far.

K:How would Mukuro becoming Sempai possibly come about? As a what if, I mean. It's pretty unlikely, given he's in prison, as is most of the Varia, but this is a crack premise, so it's a possibility, I guess.

If she's the most surprising so far, then he has not gotten far into the family history.

E:Well can it be possible for Chrom to be senpai? She's quiet and sweet. Kind and Senpai can be a girl or boy either way doki doki.

Ahaha yeah, true. He hasn't gona so far cause he wasn't expecting her parents to be ...well a boy who went missing and a girl who was on trial of a decade for murder.

He probably started looking into Yan history if he noticed her skulking around Tsuna.

K: That's a good point.

Operation: find Sempai organs is a go

A family history reading that disturbs Reborn the more he reads it.

E:FIND HER MATCHING ORGANS

The more he goes, the more fucking questions he has. How big is this family even?

He would start looking in local Yakuza history or the underworld to see if Aishi family has connections to it.

K: With Yandere unhardening, through friendship, operation organs may happen anyway How long has this been happening, and why was it none of the reports!!?

E: If senpai cares for his friends and wants them happy, if that makes Senpaj happy she would do it.

CAUSE AISHI'S ARE HELLA DETAILED IN THEIR WORK

They slip under the radar as they please. Reborns a bit chilled at how long this has been going on and no one seems to notice

It happened in literally thousands of people watching and she still was acquitted innocent

Reborn can see Yan as a blessing in a really messed up disguise as she has talking a liking towards Tsuna. Maybe this can work in his favor

K: Who else is in this investigation ?

E: *lol Yan is pretty pissed at how much trouble Reborn puts Senpai in*

WAIT WE FORGOT ABOUT THE REPORTER. (C :Part of reborns investigation? Maybe Info?)

K: Idk, isn't he worried she might kidnapping him?

E: Maybe, but is she did Reborn would be getting kinda loose in his abilities as a hitman if that happens

K: what about info and the rivals?

E:With the right manipulation he can make it work. Yan may be a dangerous girl but she's still too young and is still learning. Rivals? Depends on how they react with Tsuna?

If Yan find out about Kyoko, she a dead girl. Nah jk, Ryohei wouldn't let that happen and IF TSUNA EVER FOUND OUT.

K:It could happen in the future. Just one day, the demecio dissapes.

Does he still have a crush on Kyoko, in this world? It's middle school, and another rival may have caught his interest. maybe Ami?

E: Well I kept thinking back to One day Decimo disappears and honestly i really like that idea he just vanishes

K: Did his lightning grab him, or was it someone else? Can you see Tsuna having a crush on any of the Yansim rivals instead of Kyoko?

E: Yan i wanna say to most. Dedication and honestly it can be the long game. Everyone thinks they're finally as normal as they can get. But one day maybe during a siege, **i wanna say Yan helped it start but that would be redundant maybe take opportunity of it happening to do it* they Tsuna.

Hmmm definitely Ami

Osana is like "ehhh" why she keep going tsuntsun on him

Mida/and the Nurse is obvious no

He might blush *i would too what the hell is the dress code in Akademi???*

Osoro would scare him

Hanako would probably like him to be honest,

K: Would Kokona show up?

E: He think sport club leader Asu is pretty cool

K: and Oka? Osoro?

E: Kokona is fucking sweetie too. OKA IS TOO PRECIOUS. BUT SHE WOULD KINDA SCARE HIM WITH THE OCCULT STUFF. She would remind him of Chrome

K:they should meet!!

E:Osoro would scare him. Like a female Hibari just more hnnn i dunno i say sane to

THEY SHOULD OMG I WOULD DIE FROM HAPPINESS.

K: Osoro and Hibari fight a lot due to disturbing the peace. Are they both clouds you think?

E:Uekiya would also be a great choice too!

HIbari would fight her cause of her delinquents. Hibiri isn't going to have that.

I wanna see her delinquents vs the disciplinary committee.

MY YANKEE HAIRED ELVIS BOIS ARE GONNA WIN.

K: Just imagine the students desensitised to Hibiri and Osoro fighting.

"Oh this happens whenever she comes back from suspension"

Reborn is a bit perplexed to find two strong clouds having a frequent battle is normal, and hasn't destroyed the area yet

E: The delinquents from Akademi were former bullied student’s which is why Genka is so lenient on them. She feel guilty on how it went so faR.

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noonaduck · 5 years

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BTS - Sweet Dreams pt.7

Pairing: OT7 x reader Gendre: Fantasy AU, fluff, smut(?), angst words: 1530 Summary: Eight dreams and eight powers, tied together. Would they fall or would they rise? Y/N had seen dreams about seven men as long as she could remember. Namjoon was a regular guy who worked in a small bookstore. Jin has finally reached his dream and opened his very own cafe. Yoongi was a heir with future which was already planned for him. Jimin and Hoseok were partners in everything what they did in their life. Jungkook was an artist with complicated past. Taehyung was a knot which bond them together. Together they all were a circle with awakening powers.

6. < 7. > 8.

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Taehyung's Pov. Taehyung keeps staring at his computer screen and frowns. He feels so frustrated about yesterday's events. After he had told everything for his new circle he had hoped to get more positive reactions. People did not seem to react well when everything that they know turns upside down. At least he did not get denial from everyone, but Y/N and Jungkook were hard cookies to break. Taehyung knows a lot about computers, so It wasn't that hard to find out about everything from everyone. Nana had told their names for him after all. Since he has been little all kind of electronic devises has been on his interest list. Thanks for that belonged to his late parents who were both working with computers. His father has been computer engineer and her mother has worked in marketing department in same company. Taehyung was greatly surprised that one of his circle members was heir of that corporation. Min Yoongi, heir of KOBRA corp. There wasn't anything mysterious about their deaths, an armed robbery had gone terribly wrong and his parents and one another hostage had lost their life. Luckily the robber, who was been under influence of drugs, was rotting in the jail for rest of his life. Even tough Yoongi has nothing to do with his parents death his last name brings memories back about his past. Taehyung brings his focus back to mission and keeps scrolling down on Hoseok's Instagram account. There is some selfies and dance videos, those does not really gain his interest. He bumps into post where sad looking Hoseok looks at his camera. description box's words makes him cringe for little bit. 'Me & @Chimchim missed our turn on yesterday's competition for personal reason. Better luck next time, I hope.' It was Taehyung's fault that had happened. He had done some hacking works for The Coffin's owner Zeke and used it for his benefit. Taehyung had asked to bring Hoseok and Jimin to him, even when he knew how much dancing meant for them. Nana had told him that sooner he gets them all together than better. There is a knock on his bedroom door and Nana steps in. Today her hair is on loose bun and she is wearing long sleeved grey tunic over her pants. heavy opals are hanging from her ears. ''What do you need?'' Taehyung asks and spins around with his chair to face his grandmother. ''I have something to give for you.'' She says and steps closer to her grandson. Taehyung's room is small ans most of his space takes his computer station. Walls are painted with olive green and his bed is pushed in front of his window. He does not have a wardrobe in his room because he has turned an attic into his fashion studio. He keeps his clothes there with his sewing machine and other sewing supplies. Stairs to the attic was located right next to his room. On left side wall next to his bed is hanging a huge grey dream catcher. Quite useless if u think it now. ''What is it?'' Taehyung asks curious. His grandmother opens her palm and there is laying a bracelet made of black stones. Taehyung looks at his grandma with curiosity. ''This bracelet belonged to your grandfather and now I want to give it for you.'' She says and takes Taehyung's right wrist into her grip. Without a word she slips the bracelet at it place.

Taehyung is quite surprised, because usually Nana refuses to talk about his grandfather. He looks his new bracelet with wonder. ''Why you are giving this for me?'' he asks. ''It will protect you as long as the stones touches your skin. You must promise me that you will never take it of if you are without your circle members.'' Her grandma says with gentle voice. Even tough her voice is gentle her eyes are serious. ''Why grandpa would have something like this?'' Taehyung is turning more confused. Nana takes a deep breath. ''Because he was member of my circle.''

* Y/N's Pov. Jungkook is still sleeping next to you when your phone begins to vibrate on your pants, which are still located on bedroom floor. You push yourself up from the bed and hurry towards your pants pocket. You press the green button and put your phone on to your ear. ''Y/N finally, I was ready to put police after you.'' You hear Cloe's worried voice on the line. ''I'm so sorry, I totally forget to let you know that I'm fine.'' You say ashamed. You had totally forgotten about Cloe with everything that had happened last night. ''What happened?'' Cloe asks more calmly. ''Wait did you perhaps leave home with that guy you were about to meet?'' She is turning excited. ''Maybe...'' ''I fucking knew it. It was about time that you got laid. How was it? Was he good at bed? Did he treat you right?'' Cloe almost yells at phone and you see Jungkook sifting in his sleep. ''Shh, calm down,he is still sleeping. It was, It was good. He was good to me. How about you, did you have good time with your guy from yesterday?'' You ask knowing that Cloe likes to talk about herself. ''Oh my god no. It turned up that he had a girlfriend who ended up causing a scene on the club. I slipped away and waited for the dance/rap competition to began but for my luck neither Jimin or Hoseok showed up...'' Cloe keeps going and you let her speech go in from one ear and out from another. ''Y/N?'' Jungkook asks with raspy voice. He gets into sitting position on his bed and looks around with sleepy eyes. His brow hair is messy like a birds nest and his face is lost. ''Cloe, listen I have to go. I will call you later.'' You interrupt your friend. ''Ah, I see. Have fun and don't worry about me. Call me when you can, bye'' Cloe says knowingly and ends the call. ''Yes?'' You ask shyly. You are scared about what is going to happen next.

Before Jungkook has a chance to answer both of your phones beeps at the same time. ~You have been added into chat group Dream Catchers with seven other people.~ ~TaeB0lt has added Kim Seokjin, Kim Namjoon, Park Jimin, Min Yoongi, Jung Hoseok, Y/N L/N & & Jeon Jungkook~ ~TaeB0lt has changed Kim Seokjin's username to Doctorhandsome~ ~TaeB0lt has changed Kim Namjoon's username to LeaderofShadowsss~ ~TaeB0lt has changed Park Jimin's username to Fl0werdude~ ~TaeB0lt has changed Min Yoongi's username to Pale_Icecube~ ~TaeB0lt has changed Jung Hoseok's username to SunhobiNy~ ~TaeB0lt has changed Y/N L/N's username to Copy.paste.princess~ ~TaeB0lt has changed Jeon Jungkook's username to hot_kookie~ TaeB0lt: *Hello.* Pale_Icecube: *WTF? How did you get my number and what is going on with this username?* Fl0wedude: *I was thinking about it too...* ~SunhobiNy left the chatroom~ ~TaeB0lt added SunhobiNy~ SunhobiNy: *!!??* Taeb0lt: *There's no escape Hobi. It wasn't that difficult to get your numbers when you know what you are doing. And I thought that our usernames are creative.*

LeaderofShadowsss: *Tell me again, why I'm leading this group?* TaeB0lt: *Because you're smart and maybe because you acted like our leader even when we didn't knew what was going on.* DoctorHandsome: *True, Namjoon acted like everything was under his control even in our dreams.* ~Copy.paste.princess is typing....~ You decide to not say anything and delete your message. hot_kookie: *Was there some point for this chat room or did you just came here bully us?* TaeB0lt: *Ah indeed, I'm glad that you asked @hot_kookie because I'm right behind your door.* Door bell rings and you and Jungkook freeze. You look at each other and your naked forms. You and him begin to move at the same time both reaching for your clothes. ''How he knows where I live?'' Jungkook asks while he keeps pulling his pants up. ''How I'm supposed to know?'' You question back while searching rapidly for your bra. Doorbell rings again, but with more demanding tone. Jungkook pulls his shirt from yesterday hastily over his head and heads out of the bedroom and towards his front door. You keep still collecting your clothes when you hear Taehyung's distant voice. ''Hello kookie, I'm sorry to drop in without a notice, but I knew that even if I would let you know that I was coming you might not be happy.'' Taehyung keeps chatting. You have found your clothes and you sneak out of Jungkook's bedroom. His bedroom leads on hallway with a glass railings. You could easily see what happened downstairs. ''How did you know where I live?'' Jungkook asks annoyed. His looks were rather messy even more when compared to Taehyung. He was wearing black leather jacket with white t-shirt paired with black jeans and boots. ''I have quite good computer skills.'' He shrugs. ''Oh hi Y/N? Wild night, huh?'' Taehyung smirks and waves his hand to you. Damn, you thought that he hasn't noticed you. You walk awkwardly down the stairs and stop next to Jungkook. ''What are you doing here?'' Jungkook asks crossing his hands in front of him. ''I thought that we should have a new meeting after everyone have calmed down. Talking about meeting you don't mind that I texted your address for everyone right?'' Taehyung ends with wide smile. ''You what?'' Jungkook asks angry and right then the doorbell rings again.

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squirrelly831 · 4 years

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Being Scared but Pretending to be Okay [Hoseok, Namjoon, and Jimin]

The title doesn’t do the reaction justice I feel, but yea this is basically the kids being scared of xyz, but trying not to show they really are.

Enjoy~~

Hoseok

How Elfie convinced Hoseok to take Liam out on a nature walk was beyond him. Originally, Liam had asked his mom to take him on a nature walk and she was more than ready to drop everything to do so. However, being the klutz she was, Elfie sprained her ankle after taking a tumble off the step ladder that her oldest son, Yohan, insisted she didn’t use during her cleaning spree and was under house arrest by both her eldest and youngest kids.

Hoseok had nothing against the nature walk, really he thought it was safe if it was him and not Elfie. But he knew his nine year old. The one who would all but freeze up at the sight of a bug. The idea that he of all people would ask to go on the walk. Though, Hoseok didn’t fail to realize Liam biting back tears each time a flying insect past his head a few times. Liam tensed once more as he viciously sought his surroundings as if something was about to grab him.

Elfie had mentioned he’s been acting weird… Hoseok thought to himself. Liam, though he was nine, was a crybaby. Well as Elfie would call it, a boy in tune with his emotions. Liam would cry if Yohan took control and made him do homework or clean his room. But as of late, he would do it with no tears or pouts. Hoseok wanted to think of it as a step in a good direction, but Elfie worried like crazy.

Hoseok let out a breath before he came to a stop, “Let’s rest a bit here.” He noticed two boulders beside one another and pointed, “We can sit there just careful of the bugs.”

Liam swallowed as he gave a stiff nod, “Okay…” His voice shook.

“What’s wrong?” Hoseok asked as his eyebrow rose.

“Nothing…” Liam stuck out his chest and took a breath, “I can sit there! That’s what big boys do! We’re fearless.”

Hoseok hummed, “Is that so?” He leaned against the larger boulder. “I don’t think big boys are fearless. I thi–” Hoseok froze as the color drained from his sons face. “What’s wrong?”

Liam pointed as a spot beside Hoseok on the boulder and screamed, “SPIDER!”

Hoseok jumped back as a scream left his lips. He watched the spider fall off the boulder and he moved further away in fear it would approach him. All the while, his son let out the loudest laugh he could muster in his tiny body. Hoseok put his hands on his knees, “I’m too old for this.” He looked at his son and threw up a hand, “And you–Why are you laughing at me? I could have died!”

“You’re such a scaredy-cat, appa!” Liam grinned.

“And here I had this whole speech about how being scared is a good thing…” Hoseok brushed his hands on his cargo pants. He cleared his throat as he straightened up, “How about we go to the park? Or better, a toy store. This place gives me the creeps.”

Liam nodded, “Me too.” Hoseok held out his hand and Liam took it as they walked back the way they came. “But, if mom asks… we did the walk.”

“Oh totally” Hoseok agreed.

Namjoon

Being two hard working parent, Sierra and Namjoon, would work crazy hours. They both missed out on a lot in their children’s upbringing, but they almost made a way to make up for it. And sure, they were both busy, but neither of them never neglected to see changes in their two sons. Especially with their oldest, eleven year old Shion. It wasn’t hard for Sierra to notice a major change.

It was minor things, the once athletic boy suddenly said how much he hated football and basketball and dropped the teams at school. He didn’t go over to friend’s homes after school and was often found in his room. He was harsher with his younger brother, Dabin. Sierra often had to intervene when her oldest said words that no child should say.

Then, she began to notice more. Shion came home with small cuts to some giant bruises. Every time she demanded what happened, he had a new excuse at the ready. “We were rough housing”, “We played dodge-ball and my skin bruises easily”, or the classic “I fell up some stairs”. Sierra was suspicious and she didn’t hesitate to confine in Namjoon and tell him what she suspected.

It was a Saturday and Shion was outside shooting hoops in front of the house. Sierra was making lunch with Dabin at her side which was enough for Shion to get a break from her peskiness. After a couple of dribbles behind what his mom had painted as the three pointer line, Shion took the shot. He watched the ball soar in the sky with excitement only for the ball to hit the rim and make a sharp left from the hoop. “Dang…” He scratched the back of his head as he headed to retrieve the ball.

“Head’s up” his dad called out before he passed the ball to Shion who caught it with ease. “What are you doing out here?”

Shion shrugged, “Clearing my head.”

Namjoon nodded, “Mind if I play you a bit?”

“Mom sent you here to talk to me, right? I told her I was fine. The bruises are from some games we played in gym. That’s it” Shion grew defensive as he pressed the ball into his side.

Namjoon held up his hands, “Hey, I believe you. I used to come home after playing football with a couple bruises, but I also knew a girl who had bruises for other reasons.” Shion’s head tilted to the side and Namjoon Walked past him to take a seat on the porch swing. Shion reluctantly followed curious about the story.

“You see, she was super smart and musically gifted. I think a lot of people were jealous, but neither here nor there. She had a small group of close friends when I met her, but she was friends with everyone. I was an exchange student at her school. She was always pretty happy, but it changed one day. One moment she was always happy and the next she was friendless and alone. She was a perfect target for bullies at our school.”

Shion’s jaw dropped, “That’s messed up! I don’t understand why people do things like that. Was she pretty too?”

“Gorgeous.” Namjoon nodded, “I didn’t understand it. She shut down due to it all, but it only got worse for her. The verbal bullying became physical. At first, I thought it wasn’t any of my business. She wasn’t my problem.” Shion’s fist clenched as his eyes got darker and Namjoon noticed his demeanor change. “At least that’s what I thought at first. Until I saw her crying in the hallway after everyone had gone home. I don’t know why, but I had the urge to protect her.”

“So what’d you do?”

“I confronted the bullies. Told them I reported them to the office and our teacher and her mom. The school reacted fast too. Talked to the entire school about bullying and suspended the ones who put their hands on the girl. But it wasn’t enough for her, she had so many scars from her so called friends and so she switched schools.”

Shion frowned, “What happened to her? Did she get to be happy? Make friends? She can’t just be sad, right?” He began to panic.

Sierra walked out with Dabin tailing her, “What are you two doing over here?” She asked with her hand on her hip.

Namjoon grinned sheepishly, “Telling him a story about us when we were kids.” Shion’s eyes widened as he looked from his mom to his dad who put his finger on his lips.

Sierra let out an exasperated sigh, “Don’t you go boring him. Dabin thought of a great idea and thought it’d be nice to go to the park and eat at the pond. You in?” She asked more towards Shion than her husband. He nodded with a smile on his face and Sierra walked over and kissed his forehead. “Good. Bring the ball, we can play at the basketball court too.” She kissed her husband’s cheek before she headed back inside with Dabin.

Shion whipped his head towards his dad with wide eyes, “That story was about mom?” He said a little louder than he expected.

Namjoon chuckled, “Yea… It was. Fear and being weak does things to all of us, but you never have to handle it alone. Your mom had me and the school and Nana K. You and Dabin have us, your uncles, and your grandparents of course. Nana K may be the last one to go to, she can be a bit eccentric. Even so, everyone has at least one person willing to help.” Namjook stood from the swing and stretched, “Now, let’s go get ready before mom starts lecturing me for making you drag your feet” he grinned.

Namjoon headed towards the front door when Shion abruptly stood. “Hey dad” he paused as his dad turned to him. He swallowed hard as he looked his dad in the eyes. His eyes began to water, but he refused to break down into tears, “I’m getting bullied at school… They hit and punch me and I don’t know what to do.”

Namjoon returned to his son’s side and threw his arm over his shoulders, “I know. We’ll deal with it Monday, okay?“

Shion spun the ball in his hands with a side grin, “Yea! First, I wanna beat you at basketball.”

Namjoon grinned widely as his son sprinted to the front door, “You’re on!” He rushed after ignoring the disproving tongue click from his wife as the two raced about the house before they got ready.

Jimin

Gymnastics ran in Yeona’s genes. Her dad was one of the best dancers she knew and her mom was an acrobatic and dance instructor. Even her older sister, Nari, was excellent in gymnastics even though she only learned it when she was five. Yeona though, she wasn’t graced with the natural art of dance or gymnastics. Not like her family. Sure, her dad, Jimin, took classes for dance, but her mom, Daeun, was already gifted with it from the stories her grandma told her. And Nari, she didn’t even like it. She quit because she liked volleyball more and she was still better than Yeona who’s been in classes since she was 3.

Seven years and she still didn’t feel like she was good enough. The pressure weighed on her as the junior competition neared. Her mom suggested Yeona should hold off another year as to not stress herself, but Yeona only took it as lack of faith. Yeona knew she wasn’t the best, but she thought she had some skills at least. Even now that was questionable.

It only got worse the day of the competition. Her mom and Nari were in the bleachers. Her mom analyzed each participant with a careful eye. Would her mom do the same to her? Would she judge her harsher being a Park? Nari met Yeona’s eyes and gave her two thumbs up. That only made the dread sink in. What if she missteps? Falls face first on the beam or somersaulted too much and hit the wall?

She swallowed hard as she felt a finger tap her shoulder. She turned around expecting her coach, Aunt Chaeyeon, to tell her it was her turn, but was happy when she was greeted by her smiling dad. “You made it!” She let out a relieved breath.

“Course I made it! I wouldn’t miss this for the world.” He held out the flowers in his hands, “These are for you.”

Yeona giggled, “Where am I supposed to put those? I’m about to go out there” she nudged towards the stadium.

“Right…Right.” Jimin hit his hand against his head, “Your mom always says that I’d lose my head if it wasn’t attached to my neck.” He pulled back the flowers and he extended a hand to hug her. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m fine” she let out a breath of air through her teeth. “I’m doing great. This is easy.”

“Nervous at all?”

She scoffed, “Dad, I’m a Park. We don’t get nervous.”

Jimin chuckled, “Your grandma got to you, huh? Parks’ get scared too. I was scared when I debuted even before then when I was learning to dance as a kid. I was always scared to screw up.”

Yeona smiled, “Yea, but dad. You and mom were both acrobatic and dancers, so why would I screw up?”

“Nerves do that to people, kiddo.”

Yeona deflated as her shoulders slumped, “I’m scared.” She sank down to the ground and her father followed suit.

Jimin nodded, “It’s normal. Everyone feels like that some point or another.”

“But, I’m like terrified. Like, I feel sick and I didn’t even eat this morning. What if I mess up? What if I disappoint you guys?”

“You can’t disappoint us! No way. It’s just your nerves talking.” Yeona bit her lip and Jimin grabbed her hand. “This will go away, you know? Once you keep performing. It’ll just stop. You’ll forget it ever existed. That’s what your mother and I did. We focused on our performances that our nerves were ignored.”

Chaeyeon approached the two, “Hey, no parents in this section. I already kicked your wife out.”

Jimin rolled his eyes as he slowly got to his feet, “What’re you gonna do? Kick me?”

“I’m not above kicking your butt in front of your child” she got in a fighting stance. Jimin held up his hands and Yeona let out a laugh. “You ready, Yo-yo? You’re up next.”

Yeona’s laughed ceased as she took a deep breath. She looked at her dad who gave her a nod. “Yea, I’m ready Auntie!”

“It’s coach” Chaeyeon whined as she walked Yeona to the stadium.

Jimin made his way up to his wife and daughter, Nari, who had her phone up ready to film. He took a seat by his wife and she rubbed his arm, “How’d it go?” She whispered.

Jimin grinned and took her hand into his, “I think she’ll be fine. She’s as determined as you are.” He looked down at his daughter. He noticed the shift in her demeanor as she took to the center of the padding and he could see the determined glint in her eyes.

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foxghost · 6 years

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鎮魂 Guardian [Zhen Hun] extra 2 full translation

Warning(s): single use of a slur, lots of Buddhism, novel ending spoilers / explanation [TN: the other extras are here, you may want to check out #4 for notes on names.] Original Chinese character count: 3068 English Translation word count: 3058 Much thanks to @lady-eden for the final once-over.

A comparatively serious demon-raising incident affecting a certain city in the southern part of the country needed the attention of Chu Shuzhi. He takes Guo Changcheng with him. They spend nearly a whole month there before the incident can be considered perfectly resolved, and the two return to 4 Bright Road.

Guo Changcheng is still as unskilled as he ever was. There are times when everyone feels that Guo Changcheng and their office’s newest member, Xiao Mi, cannot be any more alike.

Oh right, forgot to mention: Xiao Mi is a one year and some old Samoyed dog with an outsized appetite and an undersized intelligence.

It started with a lost dog delivered to the neighbourhood police station, living there for over a month. Though the owner never came back to claim him, it did manage to eat everyone poor. After a few more twists and turns, Zhao Yunlan manages to gain possession of the dog and to keep it at 4 Bright Road in an attempt to divert Daqing’s gloominess on seeing Lao Li.

The whole day through Xiao Mi eats when it should eat, drinks when it should drink, doesn’t ever take anything to heart. Before Chu Shizhi left for the assignment, he spent more than a month with much effort teaching this dog the two tricks of ‘sit’ and ‘shake,’ only to discover it had discarded the only two skills it possessed on Java Island by the time he gets back. Other than to stare blankly with two giant innocent eyes and run around humping legs, its brain seems entirely empty and devoid of dog tricks.

[TN: “Java Island” is a way to say “not even on the map anymore” or “gone”]

In the way that so many skills seem unteachable to the both of them, it does look very much like Guo Changcheng and Xiao Mi belonged to the same family eight hundred years ago.

[TN: There’s a saying that people with the same last names are “五百年前是一家” / belonged to the same family 500 years ago. The number varies.]

But none of it takes away from how he’s in possession of a holy artefact.

The catastrophic rupturing of chaos decimated Difu, and Shen Wei near single-handedly sets up the new order. The sheep skin he wears covers him quite well and he rarely makes an appearance, nor does he meddle in the new administration’s affairs, but the new Difu, given a new lease on life by the wolf that is Shen Wei, dares not treat him with less than the respect he’s due. The Zhanhun-shi that all three realms yielded to now yields more power than ever, so naturally his habit of collecting the remnants of lone souls and wild ghosts passes without the merest notice, all to the advantage of Guo Changcheng��s little stun baton.

If one takes some time and considers that Guo Chancheng tends to turn into a trembling bald chicken whenever he runs into danger, how he always manages to turn fear into sheer power feels rather miraculous.

When Chu Shizhi returns to the office, he ignores all of his paperwork in favour of watching the stock market and studying the candlestick chart while wearing a grave expression, leaving Guo Changcheng to patiently post invoices and fill in expense reports. He goes to find Zhao Yunlan so he can sign the paperwork, but unexpectedly finds the opposite office door locked — Zhao Yunlan isn’t here.

Guo Changcheng scratches his head. He asks innocently, “Zhao Chu isn’t here?”

Zhu Hong doesn’t bother looking up from her computer. “Officially, our new office lease is finalized today and he’s gone to do final inspection and put his signature on things. He thought he may as well move today too — dammit, why is everything so slow? I sincerely hope the net is faster where we’re moving.”

Poor Xiao Mi’s being chased by a little cat all over the room, but Daqing brakes to a stop from his bullying when he hears this. The black cat raises his head to speak, “What about unofficially?”

With an odd tone carrying both longing and a distant ache, Zhu Hong says, “His man fucked him so hard he can’t get out of bed obviously.”

Not about to disappoint, Guo Changcheng is so shocked by these words he ends up sitting down crookedly, and the chair rolls away from beneath him, leaving him to crash solidly onto the floor.

Zhu Hong glances dismissively at Guo Changcheng, telegraphing what a fuss about nothing, and sucks her teeth at him. “Our leader is a faggot, what are you so surprised about — ai, is everyone’s net slow? This is so infuriating."

Chu Shuzhi comments, “It’s pretty slow.”

The one taking up all the bandwidth playing an online game is Lin Jing, and he keeps quiet through all of this pretending to be invisible. He doesn’t stay invisible for long though, and as quickly as he’s discovered, Zhu Hong beats him up.

As punishment, they disconnect Lin Jing’s computer from the network and he’s left to waste his time away by playing an offline game called Plant vs. Zombies.

… and that’s why it’s Chu Shuzhi’s turn to beat him up now.

[TN. a reminder: Chu is a Chinese zombie, which I suppose is like both a zombie and a vampire, by western standards.]

Head in his arms, Lin Jing drapes himself over his desk, tearily saying, “These days are so hard to get through.”

Chu Shuzhi orders, “I see you’re so devoid of work you have dan teng. Xiao Guo, don’t bother writing that report. Give it to someone who has nothing to do.”

[TN. 蛋疼 / dan teng, literally ‘egg pain’ is something like a headache, but it’s closer to the saying, ‘that makes my testicles hurt.’ You can use it in place of the word headache about things/people/situations that gives you a headache, BUT the word differs from a headache in that it is also used for boredom. So bored your testicles hurt. I have no idea where this came from but you don’t need to have testicles to say it. It’s also used in sentences like “that has dan teng to do with me” in which case it’s just a mildly crass way of saying ‘nothing.’]

Guo Ghangcheng looks over at Lin Jing, and finds him tearfully taking a selfie to capture his ‘as rain on pear blossoms’ look, and laughs, not unkindly. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll write it.”

Lin Jing, pooled on his desk, steals a glimpse of Guo Changcheng, and after a while, does it again.

Guo Changcheng is sitting there typing quietly, slow and meticulous the way he does everything, not a hair out of place. Lin Jing, watching him, finally can’t suppress his curiosity any longer, and with lightning speed he stands just to pluck a hair off Guo Changcheng’s head over his desk.

Guo Changcheng cries out in pain, looks bewilderingly up at him.

Lin Jin gives off a mischievous laugh. “It’s nothing. Just some research.”

“It’ll just give off the smell of burnt protein if you set it on fire,” Chu Shuzhi scoffs, not bothering to look up. “Hair is just a part of the mortal shell. Every reincarnation one gets a new shell. How could it have anything special to it? Your research is skin-deep.”

Lin Jing asks after a pregnant pause, “How did you know what it’d smell like if you set it on fire? Did you already try to burn it?”

Chu Shuzhi ignores him.

“What I still don’t understand,” Lin Jing says, playing with that one strand of Guo Changcheng’s hair, the humour vanishing from his face . “How could such a perfectly normal looking young man be … ai, Xiao Guo, do you think there is anything special about you? Something that’s different from other people?”

They’re not sure how, but everyone’s come to a tacit agreement to not mention anything regarding the Zhenhun Lamp in front of Guo Changcheng. Guo Changcheng stares back at Lin Jing blankly and doesn’t get what he’s saying at all. He shakes his head. “Oh, maybe I’m a bit dumber?”

Lin Jing says ,“But …” and pauses, his voice stopping suddenly.

Kunlun Jun has confirmed that Guo Changcheng is the Zhenhun Lamp’s wick. He’s lived a hundred lifetimes and underwent a hundred calamities and none of it altered his first intentions. The merit accumulated on his soul is a match to Nuwa who created humans, and yet heaven’s given him no blessings and no favours. He has no luck nor fortune; he toils in obscurity ignorant of what he is. Lin Jing’s words fade to silence as he realises he doesn’t want to tell Guo Changcheng about this at all, even if this young man, who lit the last Zhenhun Lamp, who can be said to have finally ended the war between chaos and order, is so extraordinary.

[TN. Merit = positive karma. Good, virtuous actions; every time you choose not to do harm, you gain merit.]

Without a third eye, yet he can always see the truth.

Great Merit, heaven-sent, and yet he remains a nobody.

“But what?” Guo Changcheng asks, puzzled.

“Nothing … I was just wondering how come the sceptre handed down by Kunlun Jun is called ‘Zhenhun-Ling,’” Lin Jing mutters, and he doesn’t wait for Guo Changcheng to figure out what he’s said before he asks, “Oh yeah, what do you do after work?”

[TN. 鎮魂令 zhen / subdue, hun / soul, ling / command]

Guo Changcheng lists off, “Oh, I have to make a delivery to Nana Li’s house, and the Southern Tibet Educational Support Group is working on their summer plans so I’m going there afterwards. I work on things like posters and brochures for them in the evenings.”

Lin Jing’s fingers count unconsciously through his prayer beads. “Hinayama the Lesser Vehicle said that the only person who can help you cross the great river is yourself, but after, Mahayana the Greater Vehicle spoke of ferrying all living things across to reach the shores of enlightenment — come to think of it, I’ve wondered this whole time: Xiao Guo, you’re so busy running around everyday. What do you do it all for?”

[TN. 度 / du literally means “to cross (a river)” and in Buddhism it means to “cross the river to the shores of enlightenment.” It carries the meaning of ‘saving’ or ‘salvation,’ and leads to an ‘escape’ from the Wheel of Reincarnation. What Lin Jing paraphrased is from the Lotus Sutra. 佛自住大乘，如其所得法，定慧力莊嚴，以此度眾生。]

Guo Changcheng says, “I don’t … don’t do it for anything. It’s not like I have anything else to do.”

“Then how do you decide for yourself what to do, and what not to do?” Zhu Hong cuts into the conversation.

Guo Changchen swallows, stretching out his neck like a goose freshly plucked out of the water; he has no idea why everyone suddenly seems interested in him. Maybe he’s seen too many dramas: being the centre of attention always makes Guo Changcheng feel as though he’s acquired a terminal illness, giving him the misconception that he’s not long for the world.

Subconsciously he begins to stammer.

“I, I just don’t do bad things, and occasionally, if there’s something I can help with then I help out. I don’t know anything about anything.” Guo Changcheng’s voice gets smaller and smaller as he speaks, until it naturally becomes as high and quiet as a mosquito.

“I’m suddenly reminded of a saying,” Chu Shuzhi, who’s kept quiet all this time, cuts in. “I saw it on a mural of an old tomb. Impossible to say which era it’s from, now. It said, ‘Men’s hearts harbour corruption, often suffer from worry, hold grudges from anger, commit countless crimes they ought not. Only the three words ‘do no harm’ is the greatest virtue under heaven, and of those who can benefit mankind and subdue souls, there is none other.’”

[TN. priest made this part up, it’s not in any sutras, The word here for 濟 / benefit also means “ferry,” which ties into the sutra Lin Jing quoted above.]

“Of those who can benefit mankind and subdue souls, there is none other…” These words seem to float halfway across Dragon City, from the elder Zhao … no, from Shennong-bo’s mouth. “Recently, I have been harbouring doubts.”

Zhao Yunlan sits lazily reclining by the window, crossing an ankle over one knee, looking outside. Dragon City University’s head office is within view; he has no idea if it’s because exams are near, but Shen Wei is surrounded by students asking him questions as soon as he’s finished class. Zhao Yunlan follows him with eyes carrying a hint of a smile, and spares very little attention he has left to ask, “Hmm, like what?”

“The divine wood plaque Shansheng left behind — why is it called the Zhenhun-Ling?”

[TN. Shennong-bo always uses the more polite form of ‘you’ when addressing Kunlun. 您/nin instead of 你/ni. He also refers to Kunlun as 山聖/Shansheng, which in this configuration means ‘sacred mountain,’ btw, this is not a real world title, no god is referred to by it, priest made it up afaik. From Shennong-bo’s mouth, it’s just another way to say ‘you.’ I’ll use the pinyin when it’s a name/title, and a translation when it’s a common noun.]

Zhao Yunlan sweeps over a glance. “What do you think?”

Shennong-bo stops to think, then carefully choosing his words, says, “I have heard that there are only two kinds of people who are unafraid of death. One who is carrying out the true wish of his heart, blames on one, has no regrets. The other, one who knows exactly what is on the other side of death. In these five thousand years, the Zhenhun Lamp continued to burn. All of this happening now: the shattering of the Lesser Wheel of Reincarnation, the creation of the Greater Wheel of Reincarnation using the Ghost King’s soul as a medium and borrowing Great Merit from the Zhenhun Lamp to join them together — is it all just a gambit by the Old Gods?”

The corner of Zhao Yunlan’s mouth rises, revealing a dimple on his cheek. “If we’re so clever, then how come we all died off one by one? Shennong asked you to keep an eye on Zhanhun-shi. Did five thousand years of watching him turn you into a conspiracy theorist?”

Shennong-bo just looks more and more suspicious. “Then why did Shansheng leave behind the Zhenhun Lamp and the Zhenhun-Ling? Why did my founding teacher just happen to let out your memories and powers at that exact, crucial moment?”

“When Shen Wei decided to wipe my memories, he’d already fulfilled everything he agreed to in his contract,” Zhao Yunlan pours himself a cup of tea, “The contract is concluded, and the influence Shennong had on both of us dissipated entirely, and that’s why I was able to ‘wake up.’”

Shennong-bo says, “Then you’re saying … it’s a coincidence?”

“That’s not it, either,” Zhao Yunlan murmurs after a little thinking.

Shennong-Bo is even more confused.

Zhao Yunlan looks at him, but not in the way a son looks up at his father. His gaze passes through their two mortal shells, falling onto the medicine pot itself.

At this moment, he seems to have become an elder.

“Wait some more,” he says. “Maybe give it another thousand, another two thousand years, you’ll get it. Some things must be learned through your own experience; it won’t do you any good for someone else to just tell you. When you want to sacrifice your life for a just cause, you’ll be able to grasp truths that no one else could understand. Whether it’s about the Zhenhun Lamp or Shennong’s contract, when we made those decisions at the time, we were only able to grasp a shadow of the future. It could move in a good direction, or maybe …”

Shennong-bo asks, “And if it didn’t move in a good direction?”

“The world will naturally gain new gods after we die. They’ll learn from our mistakes. It’s not in vain.” Zhao Yunlan hears Shen Wei’s familiar footsteps coming upstairs, and he gets up, takes the windbreaker he’s hung on the back of his chair and throws it over an arm. He turns his head to Shennong-bo, “Aren’t you one of the ‘new’ gods?”

Shen Wei arrives as Shennong-bo is still mulling over that, and with an indifferent air gives him a courteous, perfunctory nod. When his gaze lands on Zhao Yunlan, it softens in an instant. He asks, “Are you leaving now? Have you finished with your conversation?”

Zhao Yunlan makes a sound of agreement, and says to Shennong-bo, “Drive carefully on the way back, don’t let my dad notice anything. Take good care of his body.”

Shennong-bo stands, saying deferentially, “I must thank Shansheng for the guidance. In truth, I came today to beg my leave. It can be said that I have accomplished my task and it would be unseemly to hang onto a mortal’s body any longer.”

Zhao Yunlan seems taken aback, but only for a second. “When are you leaving?”

“Today,” Shennong-bo says, “I’ll return elder Zhao home right away.”

[TN. 趙先生 could be translated to Mr. Zhao, but Shennong-bo is old and formal, so I went with what 先生 would have been translated to according to Mencius. 先生，父兄也。And older man in a family, a father or an older brother.]

“That’s good.” Zhao Yunlan thinks for a second, and without a care, waves his goodbyes. “Take care. Don’t hesitate to come to me if you need anything.”

The couple leaves for downstairs together. Shennong-bo stands silently by the window, and watches the two of them move unhurriedly toward a residential neighbourhood across from campus full of European style houses with gardens, walking at an leisurely speed like they’re taking an afternoon walk. He’s reminded of what Zhao Yunlan said, that he’s been waiting for Shen Wei so they can move house together.

Farther ahead, from the neighbourhood greenbelt to the immense balconies of the buildings, clusters of flowers of every colour blossom soundlessly where they pass. Only now does Shennong-bo realises that spring is already in the air.

[TN. 春意 means both ‘the start of spring’ and ‘thoughts of love.’]

#zhen hun #鎮魂 #鎮魂番外二 #guardian #fox translates 鎮魂 #fox translates zhen hun #guo changcheng #the word count is that high bc i spent like 50 of them explaining 蛋疼 #lol sorry #ah feel free to come yell about what ZYL says at the end #because UGH

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idolizerp · 5 years

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LOADING INFORMATION ON INDIGO’S MAIN RAP, LEAD DANCE NAKANO TETSUYA...

IDOL DETAILS

STAGENAME: N/A CURRENT AGE: 24 DEBUT AGE: 20 TRAINEE SINCE AGE: 15 COMPANY: MSG SECONDARY SKILL: Choreography

IDOL PROFILE

NICKNAME(S): tetsu : short and cute, just like himw atermelon boy : gained from his special talent INSPIRATION: he and his friends loved dancing as kids, and he often sang along to songs where he could, but he never really considered it as a potential career – the people on the tv seemed alien and far out of reach. but during an inter-school dance competition in junior high school, he met a fellow contestant who had been scouted by a famous Korean entertainment company, and he began to think that maybe he could make a career out of it. and, well, dancing for a living sounded a lot more appealing than picking watermelons for the rest of his life. SPECIAL TALENTS:

eating a whole watermelon in under five minutes

freestyle dancing (primarily to girl group songs)

aegyo

NOTABLE FACTS:

is originally from Yamagata (there is a much longer story to this, one worn into the soles of his feet and the calluses on his hands that will probably never fade, but it’s a story for another time and place, not his public profile)

was part of the runner-up team in an inter-school dance competition in junior high school, which was also where he started becoming interested in being an idol

he has two sisters, both younger than him

IDOL GOALS

SHORT-TERM GOALS:

Tetsuya wants to branch off beyond the music that IndiGO make. He wants a chance to create his own style and image as a soloist, both as a dancer and as a rapper, but he’s limited by the image that MSG insist on pushing. He hopes to find a way to work within those confines to develop a solo career, although he isn’t especially hopeful that he’ll be successful.

LONG-TERM GOALS:

In the long term, Tetsuya wants to achieve greater creative freedom and less strict image management from the company – or at least a chance to develop an image that he can work with. He’d like to delve more into choreography and become He wants many things outside the scope of his career, too, but most prominently? He wants to go home.

IDOL IMAGE

A fifteen-year-old boy, alone and drowning in the complexity of this new life he’d chosen. That was what MSG Entertainment saw when Tetsuya arrived in Korea – and they took that image and used it to their advantage, making him into the shy kid next door, the one who was quiet but excelled at variety shows. It wasn’t a hard role for him to play. He’d grown up in the Japanese countryside, more than an hour from the nearest city, and while he was rapidly becoming acquainted with the new language in intense tutoring sessions every week, the concrete jungle of Seoul was strange and intimidating. Surrounded by towering buildings and confident native speakers, he shrank in on himself – unless he was on stage performing, where he could pretend he was in a familiar setting, or variety shows where the other members could do most of the talking and he could chip in occasionally – and show off his dancing. And even though he was now twenty and unable to believe that he’d finally debuted (maybe because it didn’t feel like it), the shy kid image was easy to maintain.

After RE᛫Group and during the company’s rebranding of IndiGO, they decided to change Tetsuya’s image to something more versatile that would allow him to make use of his much more fluent Korean skills and his growing confidence, as well as possibly appealing more to international fans – particularly from Japan – and enabling them to use him as a more engaging variety personality. It wasn’t a drastic change, really, just a switch from shy kid to boy next door – more excitable, more engaging, and a better fit for the twenty-two/twenty-three year-old. It was a successful change, and Tetsuya has become one of the most popular members in Japan. (Sometimes, when he’s homesick, he imagines his family telling everyone who will listen that their son is part of a famous Korean boy group)

This image change came with something that, to Tetsuya, is both a blessing and a curse. More chances to talk, more opportunities to participate actively in discussions during variety shows like Weekly Idol and After School Club, and his first few solo appearances on shows. While this is nice, it has also developed an image of him that doesn’t fit very well with who he wants to be or who he’s becoming. Tetsuya has tried approaching the company about the possibility of a solo debut, but the things he writes about, the experiences he would rap about, just don’t fit his public image. So ironically, while it gives him more freedom, it traps him as well.

IDOL HISTORY

一

31 January 1994. 5:29am. In a farmhouse covered in heavy snow, about an hour and a half from the nearest hospital in Yamagata, a child is born to the Nakano family. The first of three children, the only boy, he and his family have no idea what awaits him. He is named Tetsuya, 徹也, meaning devotion, and his parents swear that they will raise him as best they possibly can.

Tetsuya is homeschooled until he turns six. The nearest preschool is over an hour away, and costs far more than the family can afford, particularly after the poor yield from the harvests over the last few years. The boy is too young to understand these finer details, and he is happy enough to spend each day playing in the garden while his parents and grandparents work. Over the course of several summers he develops a tan that sticks around for years until one long winter and lots of time spent indoors let it fade back to a paler tone, and calluses begin to form on his hands as soon as he is old enough to use a shovel. He has no friends except for his sisters – Mari, who is two years younger than him, and Sayuri, who is only a baby – because the family live alone on their farm in the mountains. His parents worry that he will struggle at school because of this, and Tetsuya plays in the background, oblivious and content.

二

When he goes to school, Tetsuya learns that children are cruel. Because he has no friends yet, because he is from the mountains and speaks with a strong accent, the other children laugh at him. They tease him and make fun of his strong accent, which is a mix of his grandparents’ Kyushu dialect and his parents’ Yamagata one, and mock him when he stumbles over reading in class. But he ignores them, because that’s what his parents told him to do, and because as much as they mock his unusual speech, they themselves mostly speak with strong Yamagata accents.

He catches a school bus with five other students, all of whom live on farms like he does. It’s a surprisingly uncommon occurrence at their school. The six of them become close friends, despite being in different grades, and the other five defend him from the bullies. As they get older, they become five, then four, and then three – Tetsuya and the other two his age, Daiki and Nana. They begin to meet up outside of school, visiting each other during the summer and helping out with harvesting – watermelons at the Nakano farm, cherries at Daiki’s, and apples and pears at Nana’s. A week into the summer holidays between fourth and fifth grade, they come up with an idea. Well, Daiki comes up with the idea while hanging upside-down from one of the cherry trees on his family’s farm, but the other two convince him to keep talking about it. And over the course of several days, the idea blossoms into a plan. A plan to become the best dancers in the country, inspired by a TV show Daiki is an avid fan of. Although they’re far too young to enter any competitions, and those competitions are too far away anyway – to the three ten-year-olds, Tokyo is nothing more than a legend, the place that some of their classmates boast about being able to visit. But maybe it will be more possible in the future. In the meantime, though, there’s no harm in learning how to dance. So the trio spend their days watching re-runs of Daiki’s show, then replicating the dances they see. It’s difficult to get them right, but Nana has a good memory and Tetsuya has a talent for moving exactly how he wants to (which has often made him a formidable asset in school games of soccer or basketball) and Daiki is nothing if not passionate. And between them, they slowly begin to master the dances.

The summer between fifth and sixth grade is spent even more ambitiously – going down to Yamagata City whenever they can and finding people to perform for. Most people are uninterested, busy with their own lives, but some are curious to see what these determined eleven-year-olds can do. They leave suitably impressed, and the trio leave satisfied that they’re getting even better. This repeats as often as they can convince someone to drive them down to the city, which is most days, since Nana’s older brother can drive and their parents don’t always need him to help out on the farm. But before they know it, the school holidays are over and they’re starting sixth grade.

三

At the end of sixth grade, the trio part ways. Nana’s family move to Tokyo – farming is no longer profitable for them, and with her brother in university it’s hard to find the money to keep the farm going. Daiki stays, but his junior high school is at the northern end of Yamagata. Tetsuya goes to a different school, in the busier south of the city. They try to keep in contact, but with the post office so far from home the boys struggle – and the increasing pressure of school doesn’t help. Nana stops writing, whether because she can’t find the time or because she has nothing left to say, and her last letter just ends with I miss you guys. Tetsuya joins his school’s dance club, and quickly makes new friends (although they’ll never be quite as close to his heart as Daiki and Nana, who he misses even to this day). He’s changed, no longer the shy boy with the strange accent – for starters, he’s grown much more confident, but his accent has also become less distinct and more similar to the accents of his classmates. There are more people who live on farms in his new school, but from the other side of the city, so he catches the bus alone. It makes him miss the good old days of elementary school even more, the lengthy discussions the trio used to have on the bus – with the occasional comment from the bus driver.

Tetsuya is selected as one of the students to represent their school in an inter-school dancing competition in his second year of junior high school. He’s told to uphold the school name, then given a pair of reserved seat tickets for the Tsubasa Shinkansen and a Suica card to pay for his travel, as well as the name of the hotel where the students will be staying. Fortunately for the thoroughly bewildered and overwhelmed boy, his closest friend is also on the team and offers to meet him at the station on the appropriate day.

It is only when they actually arrive in Tokyo that Tetsuya realises just how out of his depth he is. His family do not own a television, they do not even have a landline phone – let alone a mobile one – and this high tech city full of people is strange and unfamiliar in all the worst ways. If not for Aiko, he would have been overwhelmed the moment he stepped off the train – but she keeps an iron grip on his arm and steers him through the crowds to the next train. And, miraculously, they make it to the hotel in one piece.

The conversation he and Aiko have in their floor’s common room goes something like this: Tetsuya explains that he’s never been on a train before – hell, he’s never left Yamagata before. His family don’t have technology. They live in a cramped farmhouse that’s starting to fall apart and is only being held together by his grandfather’s persistence and his father’s supply of nails. She stares at him for a good few minutes, then replies with “So the rumours were right. You are poor.” And, well, Tetsuya’s never heard it phrased like that. He’s heard his parents tell Mari she can’t have more toys because “money’s tight”, and his grandparents always complain about how they don’t have the money to hire farm help – but as a kid Tetsuya never realised the significance of all those little comments and all the little things that other kids at school could do that he couldn’t. Now he does. He knows now that the reason he hardly ever gets new school uniforms isn’t just because he grows very slowly (and his growth spurt is basically done and dusted), it’s because they can’t afford to buy uniforms unless they absolutely need to.

But Aiko doesn’t try to make him feel bad about being poor. She takes him out on their second night, after the first round of the dancing competition, and they go shopping. Her family are well-off, largely owing to her father’s successful investment in numerous cherry farms, and she claims that she enjoys spending money on other people and she would never buy anything otherwise. So, guilt at making her pay for everything assuaged, Tetsuya lets himself enjoy it and explore Tokyo with an expert guide.

The next day, the second round, is the first time Tetsuya has danced in front of an audience since those summer holidays before sixth grade. It’s terrifying but exhilarating, and he feels in his element. They progress to the next round, and the team are ecstatic – after a devastating loss in the second round of the competition last year, they have been hoping for an impressive success, and this team promises to succeed.

Before they know it, the only team from a Yamagata school are standing on the stage, ready to perform for the final round, which is between them and two Tokyo schools. Tetsuya, looking out into the crowd to calm his nerves, spots a familiar face in one of the other finalist teams, and dances like his life depends on it. And when all of them are finished and the judges are coming to a final decision, he slips away and goes looking for that familiar face.

It is the first time he has seen Nana in years. It is the first time he has heard Nana in years. But she is different, much like him, and so while they congratulate one another they do not say much more than that – although she tells him that she has been scouted by a Korean entertainment agency. It feels particularly odd, without Daiki there to share the moment with them, and it becomes all the more bittersweet when the winners are announced. Tetsuya wonders whether Daiki’s school even has a dance club, whether he’s joined it. He accepts the silver medal with a smile, and watches as Nana takes the gold trophy on behalf of her school, and thinks he sees their friend in the audience even though he cannot be there.

四

Later that night, in his room, Tetsuya stares at the ceiling and thinks back over his conversation with Nana. Earlier, he was still shaky with nerves from performing and distracted by the noise of the room, but now he remembers one thing most prominently. Her tale of being scouted makes him wonder – could he make a career from dance? He’s never thought this before, always seen it as an enjoyable hobby that could be used to win competitions and nothing beyond that, but the more he thinks about it the more sense it makes. After all, how else did the people they used to watch on TV get where they did?

When he gets back to Yamagata, Tetsuya begins researching. He uses computers in libraries, asks people on the street, and looks for advertisements in newspapers. And slowly, he begins to piece together a plan. It is thorough, careful, almost certain not to fail. For the rest of the year, he practices diligently and teaches himself solo routines when he has the time, learns the lines to the songs they perform. At home, he studies for school and helps out on the farm. He saves up what little pocket money he gets and tells his parents what he is planning. And once his final exams are over, Tetsuya catches a train down to Tokyo and auditions for MSG Entertainment. By nightfall, he is back home, pretending that he wasn’t shaking as he stepped into the audition room, pretending that he might have made it.

He does not brood over whether or not they will accept him. He does not incessantly check the mailbox, no matter how much he wants to. Instead, he throws himself into dance and school and tries not to think about anything beyond graduating.

The letter arrives a week before he finishes junior high school, when Tetsuya has almost given up. He has been accepted as a trainee, and they want him to arrive at their office in Seoul within the next month. He isn’t even sure if they can afford the plane ticket, but his parents insist that it’s no problem – they’ve been saving up since he first told them, and it’s just enough to afford a one-way aeroplane ticket to Korea. So once he finishes school, the family drive down to Tokyo to wave him off. There are many tears involved on everyone’s part, but especially his sisters’. Sayuri especially, whose sobs are almost audible even once he’s past security.

Three and a half hours later, he’s standing in front of the MSG building and wondering what will happen to him.

五

Tetsuya struggles as a trainee. He barely understands the language, though that begins to change through intensive Korean lessons, and it becomes evident to him that no matter how good he is, there will always be someone better. At first, he is insulted by other trainees for his tan skin, but the insults fade with the tan as he spends more and more time inside under the pale lights of the training rooms. While his accent remains strong in Japanese, fixed in place with age, his Korean improves daily and he works hard to make it something they cannot pick on.

There are three moments that stand out the most during Tetsuya’s training. The day that his grandfather passes away and the family buys a landline just so they can call Tetsuya and tell him the news is the first time that he is called into a higher-up’s office, and the worst. He can’t go home for the funeral – his family can’t afford the cost of that on top of the funeral, and the company won’t fund it. So instead he is allowed to Skype his second cousin, one of the few people attending the funeral who owns a phone or laptop. It’s painful, but it’s reality. And he is grateful that they let him do that much, even if he couldn’t go home.

The second moment that stands out is when he is sent to a rap coach instead of a vocal coach like he has been doing for the past year. One year into his training, the company decide that his voice is better-suited to rapping than singing. It hurts, to know that all the progress that he’s made in that time isn’t enough for them, but the coach is encouraging (a rare blessing in these difficult years) and with time he acknowledges that his potential in singing is limited. His vocal range has never been enormous, and his tone of voice and his accent lend themselves far more to rapping. Tetsuya has grown less and less bitter about this over the years, acknowledging that the other members are far better singers, and on occasion he still gets to sing.

The third moment is by far the most significant. The day that he is told for certain that he will be part of IndiGO’s final lineup was a perfectly average day in all respects until he is told that. He goes through his usual routine in the morning, attending dance lessons and taking a quiz in his Korean class, until he is called up to an office around midday. The man sitting behind the desk tells him that he has been chosen to debut in their next boy group, IndiGO, as the main rapper and lead dancer. Tetsuya, who has always felt that his true skill is dancing more than rapping, wonders why they made this decision. Of course he’s not the best at dancing – he never had a proper teacher until he signed with MSG – but it holds a special place in his heart. He dances as if it means the world to him, because it does. But he meets the other members, and he understands why he wasn’t chosen as the main dancer.

六

Training for debut is even harder than his earlier training. It is endless, relentless, and much harsher than anything else he has experienced. Tetsuya grows quiet, dealing with his troubles silently and alone as he works on the choreography for their debut song. He spends hours every night revising vocabulary and practicing translating the lyrics of their songs into Japanese. He does not collapse, not even on the hardest days, because he cannot be weak now. Not when he has made it so far. So he tells himself that it isn’t nearly as bad as spending all day out in the burning sun putting hats on watermelons and weeding vegetable patches, that at least his hands aren’t cracked and torn and callused like his grandmother’s. He’s in no danger of sunburn here, buried six feet underground in a practice room until ungodly hours of the night. These different hardships take a lower physical toll, he reasons – overlooking the mental toll in favour of success. It is easy enough to push aside the dull headaches from sleep deprivation.

七

IndiGO’s debut is met with lukewarm reception, a reaction that quickly fades into disinterest. They have few dedicated fans by their second comeback, and Tetsuya has the least of all. While the image the company crafted for him works well initially, people have grown bored of seeing him silent at the back of the group on television programs. And he grows bored too, with no active role in the group unless they are performing. So he takes up dancing more and more, spending more time in the practice rooms teaching himself other groups’ dances and learning how to freestyle dance. And he gets good at it, good enough that the company takes notice and starts letting him do that on variety shows. It helps, during their worst moments, when he doubts his ability to succeed the most, because he can bury himself in dance and imagine that he is still a naïve ten-year-old dancing with his best friends on a farm in northern Honshu.

When they get sent onto RE᛫Group, Tetsuya is genuinely scared for their future as a group. IndiGO hasn’t been successful, but he had never considered that they might be obsolete now. He does decently on the show, earning votes by shocking the viewers with the contrast between his appearance and his rap. But he is eliminated almost as soon as the competition begins to get genuinely difficult, though whether it is because of his skill level or evil editing he’s not sure. With no promotions to do and no guarantee of anything else in his future, Tetsuya begins to write. He’s not particularly good at lyric writing, but with a decent editor the things he scribbles down during that dark era could become songs – if they fit the image the company wants to push, of course.

八

After RE᛫Group, when they’re still figuring out what to do next, Tetsuya asks MSG to change his image. He’s not the naïve little kid anymore, and he wants a new image to reflect who he is now. The company, who have never seen the scraps of paper buried in Tetsuya’s clothes drawer, decide that an image change might benefit them as well, and they make him the boy next door, more energetic and engaging than the shy foreign kid. It helps a lot, but the image of Tetsuya as a bubbly person is one that limits him incredibly. He can’t be depressed or worried or express his fears and insecurities, because everyone knows that the boy next door is perfect and sweet and cute, not scared and lonely and homesick.

Tetsuya gets to appear on music shows and variety shows now. IndiGO are becoming more successful. His family are spreading the news all across town that the short, Japanese member of IndiGO is their son. His life seems idyllic – or at the very least, better than it’s been in years. But he misses his friends and his family, especially after Aiko came to one of IndiGO’s performances, and his bank account speaks volumes as to how well he’s really doing. What Tetsuya wants more than anything is to go home, but it will be years before he can afford a flight back to Japan. And even though he’s improved significantly in speaking Korean and Seoul is no longer difficult to comprehend, it isn’t home. Home is the tiny watermelon farm in the mountains near Yamagata City, far away from the harsh criticism and ruthless competitiveness of the South Korean idol industry, and it always will be.

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