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jodywegner · 5 years

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A bad day. (I just need to rant into the abyss of the internet)

I’ve never actually left work early for a bad day before. But I felt that today if I didn’t, I’d end up embarrassing myself and ruining all of my relationships with my coworkers or better yet end up in the HR office. It was just an accumulation of a few too many small things that have been building up for months while I’m emotionally vulnerable.

I also know that none of my coworkers will ever see this post. But even if they do, I doubt they were aware of my feelings. The worst part is that nothing is really anyone’s fault. There’s no bad guy, and that makes it all the more frustrating, and that finally came to a head today. Because I can’t chew people out for doing nothing wrong. Sorry for the long post. Lotta resentments getting bottled up.

So context. 1. My grandfather has been in declining health for a while now. This isn’t very upsetting for me. He’s in his mid 90s and lived a full life. We were all provided for and everything is taken care of. For me, it feels more like a natural thing that is now finally happening. My aunt and my father have been fighting for years over different things, but my grandfather’s declining health has definitely rekindled the flames of war. 2. I work in TV animation production, and my goal is to become a storyboard artist. I’ve made that goal clear. I’ve asked for tests but I can never get any. I’ve asked for feedback and no one has given me any. The shining star of this was my boss giving me 5 long minutes of not quite saying “it’s not good enough.” I figured he was busy and didn’t want to hurt my feelings. He did say that if he hadn’t hired our then current revisionist, he’d love to have me start as one. Since then, he’s hired 4 more revisionists who have come and gone for different reasons. 3. I don’t think I draw that fucking bad. I’ve been told my artists I work with “why don’t you have an art job yet?” which the answer is “because no one will fucking give me one when I ask and you guys aren’t in a position to.” (they mean it as a compliment but it just really keeps bringing me down whenever I fail) And there are a lot of people my age getting art jobs while I’m not and yah I’m not that old but it’s very stressful and discouraging regardless of logic and optimism. 4. My intern this last semester showed my boss a sample board and got extensive notes and feedback and was offered freelance revision work even though she’s still a junior in college. She’s 3 years younger than me and was here for 2 months. My boss literally walked into my office then started talking to her in the adjacent cube over the wall about how good she is and the upcoming freelance revisionist work. And I have to sit there quietly and pretend it’s not killing me. 5. I’m lactose intolerant. 6. I guess I’ve been suffering from job related depression for the above reasons. Nothing major, I’m not suicidal, but I’m definitely very unhappy and going to work is definitely not a fun or even neutral experience anymore. It’s hard because the correct answer to my problem is “git gud’ and we all know how NOT FUCKING HELPFUL that is. Today 1. I get a text from my parents at 6 am telling me that my grandfather has passed away. We went over yesterday to say our goodbyes expecting him to pass either today or tomorrow. We left at around 8pm and asked my aunt to call us when he passed and that we’d come over. So my parents find out that he passed away at 6 am today. From a third party that isn’t even FUCKING RELATED TO US. Apparently my grandfather had passed away 10 minutes after we left yesterday, and she decided not to let us know. We had to find out through some other person offering my father his condolences. 2. Well the two coworkers I am closest with were late for miscellaneous reasons so I kinda had to keep #1 bottled up for 2 hours. 3. When things happen, I bluster and storm for the first hour before calming down and becoming rational. So I’m sitting at my desk all morning trying my best to keep my shit together because I’m absolutely fuming and was (forbid) by my mother to retaliate. She’s not wrong but there’s a lotta stress and emotions here. (3.5. Although I was directly forbid retaliation, I still went ahead and planned it anyways because it was a mildly constructive use of my stress. DM me if you want to know how to ruin someone’s entire week and never get caught.) 4. I took some Lactaid 30 minutes before I decided to finish my leftover mac n cheese from the fancy food truck yesterday as breakfast. Yah the Lactaid didn’t work at all for some ungodly reason... It’s 9am and I’m in a lot of pain both physically and emotionally now.... 5. So one of my favored coworkers finally beats traffic and gets in so I go to talk to her about all of this. I immediately get cry-y. Which blah blah blah crying is part of grieving but I can do that later. It’s not great when I’m at work because crying opens up the floodgate of emotions and the near impossible task of re-wrangling them under control is now daunting. Emotional fortitude -50. And people just kinda didn’t notice that I was crying and upset and not very quietly recounting this horrible morning story. They kinda walked right by. Not a single person other than that one coworker (and my other favored one who came in a bit later) offered me any condolences or asked about how I was doing of if I was ok. It’d be one thing if that happened and no one was around and I regained my composure. BUT I DIDN’T. 6. That fucking intern (who’s a nice person but god I wish they’d stop existing in my life. It’s fucking petty but today is really the worst day for it so fuck it I’m saying it.) is coming in for a big storyboard meeting between all the board artists, revisionists, and supervisors. So I had to see her and pretend to smile and be pleasant and supportive while I’m emotionally compromised, grieving, pissed, and now petty and jealous all over again. So I get that out of the way and I sit back down and get to work. 7. The other coworker I like to talk to comes in. She was a former intern who also wants to be a board artist so we try to help each other in our endeavors together. She’s an optimist. She says that she’s going to ask if she can sit in on the meeting and asks if I’d like to come along. Bless her outgoing-ness that I struggle with. But as much as I’d like to... that’s a room full of people who either forgot that I want to be a board artist, don’t care, or are straight up ignoring me about it and keep doing and saying all of these unintentionally hurtful things to and near me. Also that fucking intern is there. Also I’m pissed. Also I’m emotionally distraught. So I declined her offer. Even if I could get something good out of that meeting, I’m pretty sure I would have just had a breakdown in the corner. So I didn’t want to embarrass myself like that or make people feel uncomfortable for doing their normal business. 8. So by this point I’m sure I’m going to be snippy or mean or start crying in front of people, so my goal was to finish my most important task and leave at noon. I finish, I grab my bag to leave. As I do, they all get out of their storyboard meeting and bluster past me because they are now late for seeing the storyboard trainee program final presentations. GREAT. 9. Another production coworker of mine comments on how its important for them to go in case they see anyone they’d like to hire as a revisionist. I fianlly hit FUCKIT and say “IM GOING HOME.” And so I go to walk to the elevators. 10. I chose the wrong time to walk to the elevators because everyone in that meeting is waiting at the elevators to go look at the storyboard trainee presentations and scope out the new talent. They’re in too much of a busy mind to notice that I’m about to cry and am probably glaring with white knuckles as I clutch my bag. Luckily for me the elevator is full and I have an excuse to take the next one and not theirs. A part of me wished that they would say “come on in! i’m sure you can fit!” But... stuff like that never happens with them. No one goes out of their way to include me in things. So... whatever. Maybe I’m just being negative trying to find the bad in every little thing, but this is a rant so I’m going to do just that because fuck the consequences of people liking me and thinking I know how to adult properly. 11. I’m driving home and get a message from my coworker (glanced at a long red dont arrest me pls wait till tomorrow) saying that the intern asked if I had sent her intern evaluation to her school yet. I did. A few weeks ago. This isn’t really a bad thing it’s just that I was finally fucking free and just about to not have any reason to keep it together but then BAM. Intern shows up in my life again. Right after I though it was all over. A little god damn poke. Now So I managed to drive home without crashing into buildings or furiously honking and I am now just holding my cat and typing this. I’m pretty sure none of my coworkers will ever see this. A part of me wishes they would and that maybe they’d care, because I really don’t want to have to start a conversation specifically about all of this with them. Who the hell starts a conversation with: “By the way boss, can you please stop discussing giving the intern freelance work when I’m within earshot let alone in my god damn 6′x8′ cube?” “Hey boss, remember when I asked you for feedback and got none? Why does the intern get your full attention when you are even busier?” “Hey boss, why have you hired 4 more revisionists when you said that’d you’d love to have me as one? Did you forget? Were you just lying to me because you didn’t know how to give me feedback? Did you even care about what you say to me?” “Hey intern, I understand you are excited and this is a great opportunity for you, but can you please read the room at least a little because I want to cry every single time?” “Hey everyone, I want to be a board artist remember? REMEMBER?” ”Hey everyone... I’m an artist too.” “Hey everyone, can anyone just give me a little help?” ”Hey everyone, if I keep my purse stocked with your allergy medications, pain killers, band aids, digestive relief, girly goods and keep good snacks around and remember your schedules and try to make your jobs easier and serve as your primary IT person...will you remember that I’m here?” “Hey everyone, do you all dislike me or do you all just not care enough to notice me?” They’re all good people, but it’s not stuff that I really know how to say just out of the blue. So today... I just couldn’t stand being even in my own cube anymore. I’m not an outgoing entrepreneurial person who bugs people everyday trying to sell themselves as an artist. I’m someone who tells you my intentions, and asks for help, and then believes people when they tell me sorry they’re busy, that they wish they could help, that they’d love to have me if only not for “x”. No one is entitled to give me a job or help me. But... I don’t get why I’m the only one who gets nothing for a response when I do ask. If they were busy, that’d be fine. But since then things have gotten busier, and my boss personally worked through multiple iterations of my intern’s practice board with her. A good piece of advice I got was that your first 5 tests are awful...but I can’t even get anyone to give me my first one. I’m told to work hard and “git gud”. But it feels like I’m just bashing my head against a brick wall, and no one even acknowledges the effort. It feels like if I decide to stop doing that because I’m about to have a breakdown, I’ll be looked down on as a quitter and not passionate enough. I have passion, but all of this is 100% killing it, and I don’t want to hate art. I really don’t. But I’m starting to. It’s hard for me to enjoy it when now it’s only done to seek attention and approval that I’ll never get from these people. Today would have been difficult still, but not unbearable if not for that. My grandfather’s death isn’t a tragedy for me. He was in pain for a long time and he definitely made the most of his life. The tragedy is that despite all of this, my aunt decided that my family didn’t deserve to know that our grandfather, my father’s father (who lives literally 5 minutes away by car), had passed. I’m definitely not looking forward to the memorial service for my grandfather. Not because the death is hard to deal with but because all of the family there is. Would love to make life terrible for my aunt. Would love to be just as petty. I have so many colorful things to say and do. But ultimately none of that matters. It’s just death. Nothing changes it or adds a new flavor to it. So all of that anger and hurt just kinda snowballed today. And to top it all off as I’m typing this some asshole is beating a dog somewhere in the neighborhood and the dog is screaming and yelping. (called the police so hopefully they find them) Thanks for reading this long negative rant. I hope it helps anyone who is feeling similarly frustrated, because I dont have someone around who’s breaking down quite like I am so this is all I have. Shooting it into the internet in a passive aggressive attempt and chance that maybe someone who needs to read it will. Positive news: I watered my plants with the extra time. I hugged my cat. I will be returning with art for Mermay.

#bad day #rant

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thinktwice222 · 4 years

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Keep beating your head into one wall until you’ve found a proper alternative

after two failed posts....

missed action: Lighting a very dried out lined flashcard on fire, watching it burst to flames and my only reaction was to spit heavily upon it. Put it out in a couple of tries. It’s good to know your strengths.

took my skateboard to the local tennis court today, I like the spot there. It’s times like these that I realize that I’m not a city kid. I’m not that good. I can tell you that I had the luck of other people showing up to the courts, /these people with active lives/, so I had an audience while I bumbled around by myself. One guy was there using the wall, he showed up shortly after I got there. His weird thing was that he periodically went back into his decked out blue Subaru hatchback .... to do what?

Warm up his hands, (I’d be smoking), reviving their frostbitten phone, private phone calls,

I can’t even describe the weird spacial dance we did,

Also what did people do to myspace? like what is it..... what is it....? Someone should just pull its plug, for whatever is left.

So I walked out to skate today, came back, played with my fish’s aquarium.... I don’t do enough with my time. A Coworker asked me to cover a shift. Maybe I’ll take it but I get this nagging feeling not to ever put myself too much into work. I usually tell people I’m allergic, I’m sure I’ll know by my mid-thirties.

I don’t have anything to do tonight (how most of my evenings go), I decided dinner is worth ignoring a little longer...

Maybe a story from my youth, so everyone gets to know me a little better. I just realized I can be depressing as I want on this and not feel guilty, now that is exciting. Not saying that I’m going to serve that up, I actually can’t think of anything that really strikes me to say. on top of all that, being real, I’m just talking to myself. Hi me, you look great today. Thanks me! your looking good yourself. And now walking into the new door of thought -- does it matter that I’m high or not? The more bored I am with life the less I care to think so, equating it to recreational sport, puts you in a different mindset. Regular life doesn’t do it for me right now, almost can’t focus on a damn thing. When life sucks it can just suck. onto the childhood story!

Just kidding, still haven’t made my mind up on that one. No one is holding me accountable, and that’s the great thing about be an uncommitted adult, hundred percent procrastination, zero percent worry. Unless your mind can’t help but think about how you could use the time to get ahead of the crowd. Stop it brain, I don’t want that.

I was told by teachers that I’d be better off staying away from writing when I was in school. I just think I’m creative..... and not well-disciplined (read: ignored as a child) , people who don’t want kids probably shouldn't have them, that’s how I feel when I think about it.

story, story, story.... hmmm. Yah, I don’t got one. Maybe later.

I’m avoiding someone today (just by existing), its annoying because i know they are mad at me but they are mad at me because I’m not an active participant in their world aka giving them a text exchanging holiday greetings. Screw holiday greetings, I don’t celebrate it, and I sadly don’t have cheer to spread for the piety of others. I’d like to not have to be friends with the people that actually don’t get along with me. quality over quantity in this ruling, and good news, I don’t mind being alone.

This is going to be a fun ride~

#baltimore yahIguess hardatwrok bluesubarusong dopeoplerememberwhen thatwierdspaceinbetween

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s0ftkwan · 7 years

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BOYFRIEND DANIEL!!!! P L E A S E but can it be like,, really realistic?? Idk how to phrase it but more so a piece that showcases the fact that he's a grown man with a very demanding lifestyle and not all fluff and mush? I hope that's not too much to ask! Thank you in advance love xx

this is hella late! but thanks for requesting hun!! hope you like it xx

kang daniel has been your boyfriend for nearly 5 months now

and its been almost perfect

daniel is generally someone who is vv ‘reverse charming’

he can be the shyest and most aegyo boyfriend in the world

you know that smile he has with his two front teeth sticking out?

yeah he does that a lot

when you would go to the kitchen in the middle of movie night to prepare something, you ask daniel if he’d like a beer or something and he looks at you and says yes

with that smile

oH MAN its like your bones turn into jelly

cuddling is also his favorite thing in the world

on those days where he comes home late at night because of practice

youre usually awake and waiting for him

and when he goes in your room he sees you still up and pouts a bit because?? its so late why are you awake when you have work tomorrow??

but still pulls you into his chest and wraps his arms around you

because even if hes an idol with an amazing group and career, this is still always his favorite part of the day

but on days when youre just too tired to wait and you fall asleep, daniel understands

he simply gets into the bed after washing up and pulls you closer, being careful not to wake you up

he runs his hands through your hair softly and kisses the top of your head

so so soft

on the other hand

bUt he can also be the manliest and sexiest man on the planet

he also does this unconsciously??

and its in the little things

on the train when there are too many people, he casually wraps an arm around your waist and whispers to stay close to him sexy

when he sees you carrying something heavy on the way home from the grocery, he takes the bag from your hands and unconsciously smirks at you to keep up sexY

or when you visit him during dance practice and hes sweaty and panting but still manages to kiss the hell out of you even if his members making puking sounds in the background SEEEEXXYYYY

aside from his reversal charms, daniel is the most genuine and caring boyfriend

i imagine him to be kinda awkward at the obvious romantic stuff but still manages to show his love for you in his own way

whereas other people would randomly throw out ‘i love you’s, daniel has ways to say it more indirectly

‘yah, kid, have you eaten yet? no? oh well then, lets go out‘

‘i have a 15 minute break, lets spend it together‘

‘yah, how could you forget your coat in weather like this? use mine, dummy‘

despite his obviously loving and kind personality, he does have his flaws because he is human of course

he cant help his tardiness because of practice, or his tiredness because of late nights spent recording

and you know that but sometimes its too much

one of rare but biggest fights youve ever had was about this

you two were planning a dinner date but daniel texted you he’d be late by a couple of minutes

but you had waited for nearly two hours and you were pretty sure the restaurant was already closed at that hour

it wasnt the first time he had done this, but it was certainly the only time you were truly pissed

when he came home, you had changed out of your fancy dress and stood stiffly in front of the couch in your pajamas

daniel came in looking at his phone and when he saw you in your pajamas he smiled tiredly and walked over to you to hug you

but was shocked when you turned away

he asked what was wrong and you just asked if he even remembered

it took him a good minute to figure out what he actually forgot and when he realized he apologized profusely and asked you to forgive him

but you just scoffed and asked him if he really was serious about you two

at this point, he snapped and angrily asked why you would even say that

cue full blown out argument about the whole thing

“yah kang daniel, i’ve been with you through so many things and this is how its going to be? you wouldnt imagine the ugly comments i’ve gotten on the internet or the dirty looks i get from my coworkers because i’m dating one of the most popular men in korea. and all for what? you ditching me for practice? i understand that this is not only your job, but your passion, but have a little respect for me too, would you?“

at this point, youre crying and youre tired and you think this is over but daniel retaliates

“and what about me? do you really understand that this isnt just a job? its my passion, y/n! i’ve worked so hard to be where i am today not just on my career but also in this relationship. so many hours i could have spent getting better at dancing or rapping but i spent them all with you! do you even understand that? i know that it hurts you when im not there, but it hurts me too. do you know why? because i love you!“

you try to ignore the fact that your first ‘i love you’ was said during a fight so you simply storm off into the bedroom, leaving daniel in the living room

you just curl up into a ball on the bed and cry to yourself

when your crying slowed down a few minutes later, daniel comes into the room and kneels in front of you

he pats your head down softly and looks at you with a look of sadness

and by looking at his eyes, you can tell that he shed a few tears as well

“i’m sorry kid, but“

you got scared at this point because you thought he was about to break up with you

“i’m not sleeping until we make things right“

an open-ending-ish for the lovely anon

#wanna one request #wanna one au #wanna one scenario #wanna one scenarios #wanna one imagine #wanna one imagines #kang daniel #kang daniel au #kang daniel scenario #kang daniel imagine

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khhunniewriting · 7 years

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Take Me Home

It was late when you got to Donghun’s apartment. You had just gotten out of work and wanted to spend some time with your boyfriend. After a long day, you wanted him to cuddle you. The way he played with your hair while you laid on his lap always helped you sleep.

“Donghun~” you called out as you let yourself in.

Within seconds Donghun came out looking surprised by your presence. “Ma, what are you doing here?”

“I wanted to spend the night here, with you.” You walked up to him with open arms.

Donghun opened his and held you for a moment before pulling away much to your disappointment. “Sorry Y/N but I made plans to go out.”

“Where are you going?” Your shoulders slumped as you took a step back. Donghun always went out with his friends and you had nothing against it. What you didn’t like was when he chose to see them instead of you.

“The usual place.”

You scoffed, he was going to go drink with his friends until morning. “You always do this Donghun. You prefer to hang out with your friends rather than your girlfriend who is here asking to spend some time with you.”

“Y/N” he rolled his eyes uninterested in fighting you. “We’ve gone over this before. I love spending time with you. It’s just that I already made plans with them. I would take you but then you would be the only girl and it would be awkward since they don’t know we are legit.”

Your jaw dropped, “You haven’t told them we are official now?” You had been going out with Donghun for a month now. At first, you two were casually dating, seeing where things would lead. Just last week you both talked and decided to slap a label on it.

“I haven’t had time.”

You shook your head in disapproval. “I can’t believe you. You have time for your friends but not for your girlfriend.”

“Y/N don’t be mad” he tried to smooth things over by pulling you into his arms he tried kissing you but you turned to the side making his lips land on your cheek rather than your lips like he intended.

“I’m not mad” you tried to control your emotions but this was coming to you on a bad day. You got out of his arms and picked up your bag that you had left by the door. “I just think if you are so busy then maybe life would be easier for you without a girlfriend.” You walked out of his apartment as quickly as you could. You didn’t want him sweet talking you out of your anger but he still had another way to reach you.

Donghun: Y/N stop talking crazy. You know I love you.

You: Yeah I can really feel the love. You: BTW that was sarcasm!

When you would text him and your coworkers asked who you were talking to you responded by saying your boyfriend. It meant a lot to you to do this. Before you referred to him as a guy you were dating and now you felt you were back at that step.

You decided that if he was going to go have fun with his friends then you would do the same thing.

After your last text, Donghun knew this was the angriest you had ever been with him. Considering you had only been dating for a month he felt it wasn’t a good sign. He really did love you, he just didn’t like talking about his personal life to the guys.

Okasian noticed how Donghun kept looking at his phone after every drink. He figured he was talking to you. “You’ve been on your phone all night. Things must be getting serious with Y/N if you can’t stop talking to each other.”

“What about if she isn’t talking to me at all?” Donghun showed Okasian the consecutive texts he had sent you.

Donghun: Ma, I love you❤ Donghun: Let me make it up to you. Donghun: Don’t get any crazy ideas in your head. You are still my girlfriend. Donghun: Y/N please answer me. Donghun: Don’t ignore me.

“Shit! What did you do for her to ignore you so many times?”

“She showed up at my place wanting to spend the night with me but I told her I was coming here.”

“That’s it?”

Donghun hesitated, “then I told her how I haven’t told anyone we were official.”

“Then there you go. She probably thinks you are trying to hide her or something.”

“Or something?”

“Hey I don’t know exactly what is going on in her mind but I do know women think differently than men. You might think one thing while she thinks another. The only way for you to know is to talk to her.”

Donghun nodded, appreciating the older male’s advice. “Thanks Jiyong I’m going to try calling her.” This time when he unlocked his phone he saw a new notification. “She posted something on Instagram.”

As soon as he caught a glimpse of the picture Donghun scoffed. He was getting angry but there was also another feeling he had never experienced before... jealousy.

“Let me see.” Okasian wanted to get a look at what had made Donghun roll his neck so violently. It looked like he was getting ready to fight someone and he wanted to know the reason.

You had gone out drinking with your coworkers/ friends since Donghun was doing the same. The thing was you were so mad after your fight with Donghun that you drank too much. One of your male friends had to carry you when you couldn’t stand on your own two feet.

They were all enjoying themselves as they saw this side of you. You were usually known for being a bad bitch who took care of herself. Now you were needing help just to get from one place to another. Another of your co-workers decided to take a picture as evidence and even posted it to your Instagram for you.

“Oh shit, she’s passed out drunk. Who’s that carrying her?”

“I don’t know but I’m about to find out,” Donghun called you immediately after that but you didn’t answer. He called you again and got the same result. He didn’t like the fact that you were out so late at night with another man when you were drunk and mad at him. The next time he called an unfamiliar voice answered.

“Hello”

“Who is this?”

“This is Hyori, I’m Y/N’s friend. I’m holding onto her phone right now because she keeps dropping it.” She looked over at you as you opened your eyes. “Hyori where’s my phone?”

Donghun heard your voice and began panicking internally. “Can I talk to her?”

“Yeah, but who is this? This girl has you in her contacts as a poop emoji so I don’t know who I should say is calling.”

Donghun sighed hearing you had changed his contact name so quickly. Before you had gotten mad you had a bunch of hearts surrounding his name. “I’m Donghun, her boyfriend.”

“Oh,” Hyori now understood why you were acting this way. “Hold on one second.” She put the phone against your ear. “Y/N it’s your boyfriend.”

“I don’t- have- a boyfriend” you spoke in pauses as you hiccuped.

“Yes, you do!” Donghun was quick to correct you.

“Oh, Donghun it’s you. Having fun with your friends? Cus I’m having a blast!” You slammed your hand down on your friends back making him yell out angrily at you.

“Yah! I’m going to put you down!”

“No” you whined holding onto him tightly.

“Yes!” Donghun yelled. The idea of your body being so close to his was making him angry. He didn’t like you being that close to another guy.“Where are you? I’m going to get you.”

“I don’t need you. I’m fine-” you yelped as your phone slipped out of your hand once more.

Hyori quickly picked it up for you but didn’t return it. Instead, she decided to speak for you. “Hello again, I don’t think Y/N can handle a phone now. Why don’t you come talk to her in person? We’re by the Han River.”

After getting a precise location Donghun quickly made his way over there. He spotted you as you sat on a bench with your friends. You seemed more alert now, even going as far as to turn your back to Donghun and cross your arms. Clearly, you were still mad at him but he was mad too. “Y/N let’s go home.” His eyes shifted towards the male sitting on your left.

Hyori noticed the glare Donghun shot Tae, the male friend who had carried you. She could sense the tone and realized what was going on.

“No, I’m having fun with my friends.”

“Actually we’re going home too.” Hyori handed you your cell phone before quickly getting out of your reach. “Let’s go Tae” she quickly took him away before he could even say goodbye to you.

“What about Y/N?” Tae asked.

“She’s a big girl. She can solve this herself.”

“Traitors” you whispered to yourself. “I guess I’ll go home by myself.” The first few steps you took were good. After a while, you felt a bit dizzy and struggled to put one foot in front of the other.

“Y/N I’ll take you” Donghun took hold of your hand. When you tried pulling away he tightened his hold on you. “You can’t get away from me that easy.” He crouched in front of you offering to give you a piggyback ride as well. “Get on.”

“No” You were quick to shoot down the offer and walk ahead of him. After Tae said you were heavy you felt too embarrassed to let Donghun carry you.

“Why not? You let another guy carry you.”

“I didn’t let him. I passed out so he had to carry me.”

“You shouldn’t be so vulnerable around other guys.”

You giggled as you heard his jealous remarks. Even though you were mad at him you had to admit that the idea of him worrying about you being with another guy was cute. “Are you jealous?”

“Yes,” he admitted. “I love you and I don’t want you to be with any other guy except me. Don’t think I’m controlling, I don’t mind you having male friends. But you ran off after saying something that worried me.”

You averted your eyes to the ground as guilt settled in. “Sorry.”

“I’m sorry too.”

After you both said your apologies you felt a hug was in order.

Donghun smiled when you gave in and ran into him. This was what he liked, having your arms around him, not another guy. “Can you take me home now?”

“Mine is closer” he ran his fingers through your hair several times to get it settled. “You want to stay with me?”

“Yes,” you nodded happily knowing you would be getting what you wanted in the end. To be comforted by your loving boyfriend, Donghun.

-end-

A/N: Does he or does he not seem like the type to call his girl ‘Ma’? *whispers* It G Ma. LOL sorry that song just stays rolling around in my head.

@mkslays123 Thank You for requesting ^^ Hope you like it.

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i see in blue and you see everything in red

title: i see in blue and you see everything in red pairing: baeksoo length: oneshot (3K+ w) rating: pg-13 genre: angst warnings: broken!baeksoo

Divorced Couple Shares Each Side Of Their Love Story

a/n: based on this video, this was word vomit written at like 1am so yeah please excuse any mistakes or whatever lol (sorry for the cliche ending but the whole thing’s kinda cliche so lolol)

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September 9, 2017

Divorced Couple Shares Each Side Of Their Love Story

“Can you guys start off by saying your name and age?”

“Do Kyungsoo, 34”

“Byun Baekhyun, 34”

What was your first impression?

Baekhyun’s side >>>>>

“We were in college, I worked at this one coffee shop near campus that everyone would go to and we’d have an open mic night every Friday. Kyungsoo was a friend of my coworker and he came in to sing something. I had seen him around campus once or twice, never really thought about him much since he was usually really quiet and kept to himself,” Baekhyun lightly laughed, “But when he started singing I was so shocked, he had such a beautiful and smooth voice and it completely swept me off my feet. I had been singing for a while too, but when I heard him that night I wished I had a voice like that.”

“I feel like he didn’t really like me when I first started talking to him, I’m not really subtle with my flirting so it probably scared him a little,” he chuckled, “but eventually, he gave into my charm and we really hit it off.”

Kyungsoo’s side <<<<<

“It was back in college. He worked in a coffee shop that my friend worked at and he had told me to come perform something for open mic night because I like to sing. I remember him coming up to be after the performance and I didn’t tell him this at the time, but I thought he was really cute. He looked so happy and excited to talk to me. The way his eyes lit up when he spoke about my singing was what attracted me to him, I think. He was so different from me, that’s what scared me I think. I knew I could fall for him easily, but I guess I didn’t really want to, cause I knew we were too different. He was really outgoing and made friends so easily, everyone loved him, I wasn’t like that. But I couldn’t say no to him and eventually we started going out.”

December 23, 2001

Baekhyun doesn’t know why he agreed to work today, he still has so much to do to prepare for Christmas. The shop is packed, he doesn’t know why everyone would want to spend the day before Christmas Eve at a small coffee shop, figures people would be hurrying to the stores to buy last minute gifts, but here they are. The bright side was that it’s extremely warm inside, despite the three feet of snow and the biting winter air outside. It’s open mic night again and Chanyeol’s been waiting for it all day, said he and his friend were suppose to perform something they had been practicing all week for, even brought his old guitar and everything.

Baekhyun recognizes Kyungsoo’s face from around campus. Those big eyes and thick lips were hard things to forget. They had never actually talked before, Kyungsoo was always alone whenever Baekhyun had seen him, always sitting under the shade of a tree with a book in his hand or sitting by himself at a table in the library. He’s the last person Baekhyun expected to walk through the doors of the shop that night.

“I didn’t know he could sing.”

Chanyeol pauses his ministrations of tuning his guitar to look up at the boy on the stage adjusting the mic. “Kyungsoo? Oh yeah he’s amazing, we always jam out together on the weekends.”

Baekhyun hums in acknowledgement, watching the other as he stood awkwardly on stage waiting for Chanyeol to come up.

Kyungsoo’s voice is warm, thick but smooth honey, Baekhyun thinks, warming him up better than the hot chocolate he had in his mug. The entire shop is quiet, everyone’s attention on the two on stage and it was Kyungsoo that captivated them all. Chanyeol was right, he was amazing. There’s a fluttery feeling in pit of Baekhyun’s stomach that he can’t quite ignore as he listens to the singer, his voice tickling it’s way down his spine, sending chills throughout his entire body. Maybe he’s being dramatic, Baekhyun thinks, but he was in love.

“Wow, Chanyeol was right, you’re amazing.” Baekhyun leans in closer so the other could hear him better over the chattering of everyone in the shop.

Baekhyun is all smiles and cute droopy eyes, Kyungsoo doesn’t think he’s ever seen him before, he was pretty sure he’d remember a face like that.

Kyungsoo smiles back, a light pink dusting at the apples of his cheeks. “Thanks.”

“Seriously, your voice is so nice. I’d marry it if I could,” Baekhyun chuckles, his eyes curving into little crescents and Kyungsoo thinks he wouldn’t mind waking up to those everyday.

Kyungsoo can’t stop the tingling feeling in the pit of the stomach as Baekhyun laughs. He forces himself to keep his eyes on the other’s eyes when he catches him glancing toward his pink lips, unconsciously smiling when noticing the little mole.

If it was for Baekhyun, Kyungsoo thinks maybe, he wouldn’t mind singing all night long.

Most embarrassing thing he’s done?

Kyungsoo’s side <<<<<

“Hmmm, there’s been a lot actually,” Kyungsoo gave the other a smile small, “The most memorable time I think is this one time when I visited him at work and I was just sitting there watching him make coffee and whatnot. He was chewing gum and trying to sing along to this song on the radio, he always does that he loves singing no matter where he’s at, and he accidentally swallowed his gum and started choking so of course I run to him trying to help him and then he finally spits it out and it lands into this customer’s coffee who was sitting at the bar in front of him.” He took a second to laugh to himself, earning him a curious smile from the other.

“It was so awkward and Baekhyun was so embarrassed but I couldn’t help but laugh. I would always tease about it, even now.”

What was the relationship like?

Baekhyun’s side >>>>>

“Well we’re really different from each other, I was more affectionate like physically. I’d always be the one to cling onto him while he was doing homework or something or wanting to kiss and hold hands in public and he was always more shy about it so when we first started dating I kinda thought like oh shit maybe he doesn’t like me as much as I like him, but then as time went on I just realized he wasn’t the kind of the person that showed love like that and I could still tell he loved me you know? He has something about him that made me feel safe and protected, even though he didn’t always say it, I could tell he loved me. Like whenever he called me from work to make sure I ate or the way he’d pull me closer whenever we walked on the sidewalk and cars were driving by fast. I just knew he really cared.”

Kyungsoo’s side <<<<<

“There’s never a dull moment with Baekhyun. He was something I didn’t know I needed in my life, he’s just this ball of energy that I never got tired of. My friends would always look at us and say ‘Wow Kyungsoo’s never gone out with someone like you before, you guys are like opposites’ We always thought it was funny, because it was true, but Baekhyun just a quality about him that made me feel different you know? In a good way, of course. He was just always there to remind me not to be so serious all the time and even though he loves to joke around he could tell when I was having a bad day even though I didn’t say it. He just always knew what to say and do. I’ve never had anyone like him before in my life.”

February 14, 2004

Kyungsoo comes home to a smoke filled apartment, he quickly dropped his belongings and runs inside to see what was going on. He finds his boyfriend running around the kitchen with a baking pan full of what looked to be burnt cookies, though he wasn’t sure.

“Baek, are you okay?” he asked, concern evident in his voice.

The other nearly drops the tray when he sees Kyungsoo, his eyes immediately welling up and before Kyungsoo could do anything, he drops the tray onto the counter and bursts into tears.

He quickly runs to his distressed boyfriend, taking him into his arms and holding in him tight. “Hey, hey what’s wrong? Are you hurt?”

“I-I wanted to surprise you with dinner since it’s V-Valentine’s day,” Baekhyun hiccups through sobs, “But I ruined everything and everything is burnt and Valentine’s day is ruined! I’m sorry I shouldn’t have done anything, now our kitchen is a mess and we don’t have dinner or anything. It was suppose be a special night.”

Kyungsoo sighs, an endearing smile on his face as he wipes the flour off the other’s cheek with his thumb before pressing a soft kiss onto his lips.

“Hey come on, stop crying it’s okay. Thanks for trying to surprise me, I really appreciate it.”

The other wipes his tear stained cheeks with his sleeves, lips pulled into a pout as he looks at his boyfriend. “Y-You do?”

Kyungsoo helps wipes away the tears running down his face and pulls his head into his chest. “Of course you idiot, I love you.”

“I love you too.”

>>>>>Both sides<<<<<

“It’s been so long since I’ve sat down and thought about all the good times we’ve had,” Baekhyun said, a small smile on his face.

“Yeah, it’s definitely...nostalgic, remembering all the dumb stuff you’ve done.”

A playful pout pulled at the other’s lips as he lifted up a leg to gently kick Kyungsoo’s shin.

“Yah you better not be telling them my embarrassing stories.”

“Too late.”

How did the relationship progress?

Kyungsoo’s side <<<<<

“I think for the first four years, we were still in like the honeymoon stage. Everything was good. We ended getting married right after college and I think it was just too fast and we were still too young and that was when things started getting rough.”

Baekhyun’s side >>>>>

“It was really good at first, we were like the typical perfect couple in romance movies,” he chuckled, “But then after we got married was probably when things got more complicated.”

“We were just too young and dumb I think,” he said with a sad smile on his face.

>>>>>Both sides<<<<<

“We definitely…weren’t ready for marriage,” Kyungsoo said.

Baekhyun lightly laughed, nodding his head. “Yeah I think we just rushed into it too fast especially since we had just graduated and we barely knew what the real world was like and we didn’t realize how hard it would be.”

“Yeah we were probably a little too naive, thinking that marriage was going to be this perfect, easy thing like it was in movies.”

How did it end?

Baekhyun’s side >>>>>

“Well the first couple years were fine, we were still living in our tiny apartment. But then we wanted to move out, get an actual house and everything was just a mess. Work started getting in the way of everything, we never really saw each other anymore. I always told him he was working too much and he’d always just brush me off, I knew he was working hard to support us but it was hard you know? I felt like we weren’t really in it together anymore.”

Kyungsoo’s side <<<<<

“Looking back it, I definitely think it was my fault. I was never really good at expressing my thoughts and feelings and when we hit the rough patch, the communication wasn’t there and now that I look back I put Baekhyun through a lot of pain that he didn’t deserve. Everyone always called us the perfect couple and we both knew we weren’t. I think the pressure to keep up this act being super in love and happy was just too much and I ended up working a lot to cope with it all and I was just never home anymore. Baekhyun had tried to talk to me so many times and I was just too stupid to make things work.”

>>>>>Both sides<<<<<

“It was really hard for me to get you to talk about what was going on,” Baekhyun explained, looking at the other in the eyes, “I felt like you never really wanted to acknowledge the problem I had to keep it in and deal with everything myself. I should’ve tried harder to fix things and I regret that the most.”

Kyungsoo slowly nodded as Baekhyun spoke, hands in his lap playing with the hem of his sweater.

October 13, 2009

“Maybe,” Baekhyun sighs, “Maybe this isn’t working anymore.”

The silence between them is almost suffocating.

It’s been a week since they’ve had dinner together, with every night ending with Baekhyun sitting alone at the dinner table waiting for Kyungsoo to come home so they could eat together and every night ending with him receiving a text informing him that husband wasn’t coming home that night. Things shouldn’t be like this, Baekhyun thinks, marriage shouldn’t be like this.

“Yeah,” Kyungsoo says quietly as he picks at his steak with his fork, “I know.”

How did you become friends again?

Baekhyun’s side <<<<<

“It was definitely awkward for a while,” he lightly laughed, “But we still had a lot of mutual friends and we started seeing each other more often and things slowly became better and we started talking more and actually became friends. We both liked music and singing so we bonded a lot over that.”

What’s it like now?

Kyungsoo’s side >>>>>

“It’s...good now, we’re definitely not the best of friends,” he joked, “But we talk normally when we see each other like old friends meeting up and it’s never awkward when we hang out with a group of friends.”

Is there something you’d like to tell him?

Baekhyun’s side <<<<<

“That I really value our friendship and I don’t ever regret marrying him even though things didn’t work out. He was the longest relationship I ever had and I’ll always cherish the memories we made together and that I’m glad he’s still in my life now.”

Kyungsoo’s side >>>>>

“That I should’ve treated him better. He the kindest person I’ve ever met and he didn’t deserve everything I put him through. I should’ve been there more, I should communicated better, I should’ve been the support he needed instead of being selfish and stupid and letting him deal with everything on his own. I should tried harder to fix things.”

May 24, 2015

“Hey isn’t that...?” Chanyeol points to the man wearing a blue sweater standing at the cash register waiting for his order to be taken.

Kyungsoo’s heart skips a beat at the sight of the other.

“Oh,” Kyungsoo breathes out, “Yeah.”

Baekhyun’s always loved that sweater, he would wear it all the time when they were still together. He forces himself to look away and turns his attention down at the mug in his hand. Chanyeol gives him an apologetic look, maybe he shouldn’t have pointed him out. “You gonna be okay?” Chanyeol asks, reaching across the table to give the other’s shoulder a gentle squeeze.

“It’s been years, of course I’m gonna be okay,” Kyungsoo lightly chuckles before taking a sip of his coffee.

“I know,” the other sighs, “But, maybe you should talk to him.”

“We do talk.”

“You know what I mean,” Chanyeol sighs, “You should tell him you still love him. It’s been years, both of have you grown and matured maybe it could work?”

Kyungsoo watches as Baekhyun takes his drinks from the barista with a smile and walks through the doors to meet up with a tall man waiting for him outside. He watches as Baekhyun smiles up at the man before stands up on his tippy toes to press a chaste kiss on the other’s lips. Kyungsoo tries his best to ignore the ache in his heart as he watches them walk away down the street, hand in hand, tries his best to keep a straight face even though he feels like throwing up.

“He’s happy now, Chanyeol. I don’t want to ruin that for him.”

Biggest regrets?

>>>>>Both sides<<<<<

“What I regret most...was probably not trying harder to get you to talk so we could work things out, I should’ve been better at vocalizing my thoughts,” Baekhyun said.

“For me, it was not treating you right, I should been a better husband. One that you deserved and needed.”

“Well damn, next time,” Baekhyun joked with a snap of his fingers.

They both laugh in their seats before giving each other a quick hug and thanking the interviewers and going their separate ways.

December 10, 2017

The shops’s packed today. It’s been so long since Kyungsoo’s been back here, back to where they first met. A strong wave of nostalgia hits him as he stands in line, looking around their old hangout spot. Not much has changed, he notes, the same old floral couch is still there and by the look of the sign on the wall it seems like they still do open mic nights, except they’re on Saturdays now.

“Hey, Kyungsoo?”

He whips his head around to the familiar voice.

“Oh, hey.”

Baekhyun is still all smiles and cute droopy eyes, even after sixteen years.

“What are you doing here?” Kyungsoo asks, he catches himself looking at Baekhyun’s lips and mentally curses himself.

“Getting coffee duh.” Baekhyun playfully rolls his eyes. Kyungsoo forgot how much misses Baekhyun’s sass and obnoxious, but cute personality.

“I mean back in the city, you idiot,” the other scoffs, “Didn’t you move?”

“Yeah but me and Sehun are visiting my parents for the whole month, you know, for Christmas and whatnot.”

Kyungsoo slightly tenses up at the mention of Sehun. “Right, right. How’s it going between you two?”

He doesn’t know why he asked, he really doesn’t want to know.

“We’re good, my mom keeps asking when we’re getting married but I’m not even sure if he wants to get married, not sure if he can deal with all this,” he jokes.

“He’d be lucky to married to a guy like you,” Kyungsoo says, trying his hardest to give the other a sincere a smile.

Baekhyun doesn’t hesitate to return it with a big smile of his own, Kyungsoo can feel his heart racing in his chest.

“Thanks, Kyungsoo.”

“Well I better get going, Sehun’s waiting for his hot chocolate, I swear he’s a kid,” Baekhyun laughs, “I’ll uhm see you around?”

Kyungsoo doesn’t want him to leave just yet, he doesn’t want him to go back home to Sehun, he wants them to pick off where they left off.

“Yeah,” Kyungsoo says, “See you around.”

But he knows that can’t happen.

The other gives him one final wave before slipping out the door and disappearing into the crowd of people on the street.

Maybe in their next life, Kyungsoo thinks, they could have their happy ending.

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even numbers?

2: Do you ever get “good morning” texts from anyone? It’s happened, but its rare.

4: Do you find it easy to trust others? Trust is a cryptic.

8: Are you close with your dad? eh. Not less than many people, but he can be an annoyance.

10: What are you listening to? A coworker practice piano

12:Do you like hickeys? Take a look at my neck rn and ask that again (the answer is yes. y’all should see it it’s extensive)

14: Is there someone who continuously lets you down? Not sure if continuously, but like, there’s someone who often does.

16: Do you always answer your texts? no

18: When was the last time you talked to one of your best friends? This morning if texting counts.

20:What was your last thought before you went to bed last night? This bed is big and empty.

22: Do you believe what goes around comes around? Eh.

24: Is there someone you wish you could fix things with? Erin, a little. Also I wish I talked to Danny more I want to hang out with him once before I leave forever.

26: What colour is the shirt you are wearing? It’s crimson. The decemberists.

28: Is anyone ignoring you right now? Well someone has blocked me, but I’m not sure if it counts as ignoring if we hadn’t talked for a while anyway. Also another person kind of.

30: Would it be hard seeing someone else kiss the last person you kissed? liSTEn. I honest to fkn god don’t know. I haven’t seen it happen too much

32: Are you mad at anyone? Nah

34: How old will the last person you kissed be on his/her next birthday? 19? I’m pretty sure.

36:Do you have any summer plans yet? Road Trip starting 2 June hang out w/me other friends while u still can!!!

38: Are you keeping anything from your best friend(s) now? I am keeping literally nothing from my best friend. Unless she wants to know random things about my past past that I haven’t thought of, or details that I haven’t brought up about things she already knows about.

40: Have you ever regretted kissing someone? Actually a little. It was a long enough while ago now to where I don’t have as much a problem with it.

42: Are you available? I... I don’t know? (y’all shoulda asked 43 b/c it would be funny).

44: If you had to get a piercing (not ears), what would you get? Nose ring?

46:Do you regret anything? See #40

48: Did you ever lose a best friend? Lose as in stop being friends? Yeah but it was for the best. Lose as in they died? no.

50: Why aren’t you pursuing the person you like? I don’t think I have romantic feelings for anyone. I’m trying to avoid thinking about romance seriously until I matriculate into College.

52:Do you still talk with the person you LAST kissed? ...yes? Is this even a question for me?

54: Did you get any compliments today? Long time drum student expressed sadness that I was leaving soon, which made me cry a little.

56: Do you own anything from other countries? Yes.

58: Where have you lived most of your life? Colorado

60: Have you ever played Spin the Bottle? Not successfully. Like. We were going too but everyone was too tired and we just laid around instead.

62: Who do you text the most? Best friend if you count non-SMS texting, otherwise it’s my parents.

64:What’s preventing your current boyfriend/girlfriend from going back to their ex? Like I’ve got one of those.

66:Is the last person you kissed younger than you? Yes. Almost all of the people I’ve kissed are younger than me.

68: Are you happy with where you live? It’s nice but i’m rEADY to lEAVE

70: Are you a monogamous person or do you believe in open-ended relationships? I’m fine with both in theory but I might be a little too jealous to actually have a poly relationship. But. Maybe? I’ve never tried it.

72:What do you most like about making out? Teeth. Pressure of someone’s lips against mine. Pressure of someone’s body against mine. Tongue. Warmth and passion. Breath. Teasing. TEASING. teeth. Really all of it. All of it is good. Oh and personal fav thing is making shitty puns and having th partner break down into laughter b/c it’s cute as hell.

74: When you kiss someone for the first time, is it usually you who initiates it or the other? Usually, I would say, I start things. It can really go either way tho.

76: Who was the last person you talked to last night before you went to bed? Parents

78: Had sex with someone you didn’t know their name? Nope. Not sure I could to be tbh honest.

80:Would you get involved with someone if they had a child already? Not at the tender age of 18.

82: Do you tell a lot of people when you have a crush? Not directly but it slips out. Plus I am not subtle.

84:Last time you slow danced with someone? In a romantic context it’s been like 3 or 4 years, but, like, I slowdance with best friends at school dances sometimes.

86: How can I win your heart? Fuck if I know it just happens an I’m all ‘oh shit’

88: What were you doing last night at 12 AM? Sleeping, but barely.

90: Have you ever gotten back in touch with an old flame after a time of more than 3 months of no communication? I mean. I guess kinda but not really. It wasn’t NO communication.

92: Do you prefer to date various people or do you pretty much fall into monogamous relationships quickly? I don’t have the luxury of choosing. Few people find me attractive, so I take what I can get.

94: Name four things that you wish you had! Kaoss Pad, shit tonne of samples fr music, more musical talent, enough money to be financially secure.

96:Have you ever kissed 2 people in one day? Yes. Twice. Both because of the same person to be real here.

98: Ever meet anyone you met on Tumblr? Not really I don’t think. I’ve met people randomly, found out they had a tumblr and then became mutuals with them, though.

100:Anybody on Tumblr that you’d go on a date with? Yah there’s plenty.

102: Are you too shy to ask someone out? The last time I did it, they got me high first, and then shot me down after so like... I mean I usually don’t imma be real here.But I can and have done it.

104: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you babe? only if we’re kissing or obviously joking.

106: Do you flirt a lot? Does the Pope Shit in the Woods? (yes. That’s a yes)

108: Have you kissed more than 5 people since the start of 2012? I’ve kissed 9 people, and I hadn’t kissed anyone in 2012 so... yes.

110: If you could kiss anyone who would it be? I don’t know. Any cute person who wanted to I guess. I am not desperately wishing to kiss people who I cannot kiss right now so...

112: Does someone like you currently? I dunno. Do they?

114: Do you like to be in serious relationships or just flings? I haven’t really done too many flings. So idk.

116: Are you happier single or in a relationship? I’m sad all the time, regardless. But fr it really depends on the person.

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In My Own Words: (Heo Young Saeng Fanfic) Chapter 3

A/N: Click here for Chapters 1 and 2 on Tumblr, and this chapter on AFF. Also, subscribe and upvote this story on AsianFanfics for faster updates. ThanKYU guys so much, and enjoy!

Two weeks later...

Auto Q Repair Shop

Seongdong, Seoul, 12:45pm

Kim Eun Ah POV

Seoul became an oven today, even worse under the fluorescent lamp as I tuned up my best friend, Vanessa (or as I called her. "V" or "Bi," due to my poor English)'s, beat-up 2006 Kia Rio. I'm amazed that this dinosaur of a car is still running. Despite my nagging lectures for her to scrap the dump and just buy a new car, V was coming in today to check on her "jagi (short for "jagiyah," meaning "baby" or "darling"), and I wanted to make sure it was ready for the road.

"Ya, Eun Ah... someone's here to see ya," my manager's voice drowned in the sound of drills and clanking car parts.

"Ne...." I dragged, wiping the sweat off my brow on the edge of my leather glove. I roll out from under car with my head down, planning my snarky remark.

"Ya, pabo-yah!" I teased, "I told you come at 13:00pm on the dot. Your jagi's not ready yet."

"Mwoya?! Is that anyway to address your older brother??" his smooth, alto-voice teased back. I could almost feel him smirking, as my head shot up and my eyes turned wide and bright at him.

"Kyu Jong oppa!" I lunged and embraced him, despite my dirty, car repair uniform.

"Eyyyyy, you'll get motor oil all over me! Merong~ 😜" he tickled me before poking my blackened check.

"Mianhaeyo, oppa," I giggled. "I wasn't expecting you to visit me here at the shop. Did Hyung Jun oppa dent your car again??"

"Ani, I've wanted to see you since we got back from Japan, and MWO?? When did I ever let Junnie borrow my car??" He glared at me, horrified.

Flashing back to that night after Chuseok, when Hyung Jun oppa pulled up Kyu Jong oppa's car at 3am after a fender bender, I used my better judgement NOT to continue on the subject, "Uhhhh, never mind... So what brings you here, oppa?"

He shook his head, probably planning a lecture for his other dongsaeng (phew!), "Ah, well, first thing's first..."

Kyu Jong oppa waved both his arms from his sides to his back, and pulled out a cute, stuffed toy Rilakkuma keychain with a silver clip, and dangled it in front of my face. "Jjang!"

"Woahhhh, so cute! Is this my present from Japan?" I squealed like a giddy, high school student, ignoring the weird stares I was getting from my predominately male coworkers.

"Ne, a gift from the greatest brother ever," he teased, awkwardly rubbing his hand behind his neck.

I noticed his nervous tick, laced the keychain in between my fingers, and my expression went from happy to death glare. "What's the catch, oppa?"

His smile fell, knowing I read right through him. "I have a favor to ask..."

He told me about what happened on the way to Japan: watching his hyung -- someone he looked up to, and loved so dearly like his own brother -- deteriorating right before his eyes. He didn't like to go into too much details, but judging by my brother's body language, Young Saeng oppa was not doing well.

Kyu Jong oppa's head sunk into his shoulders, his hands in his pockets, and his smile crescent-fallen. His gentle, sweet demeanor radiating out of him, along with his constant desire to put others’s, especially the ones he loved, needs before his own. In this instant, I saw my 8-year-old oppa again, crying while washing the dishes after dinner, because eomma and appa had to work when we were younger. I almost wanted to cry, but refused to have my coworkers have even more things to gossip about.

Aigoo, oppa... I owe you everything. If it weren't for you -- paying for my college education, and supporting my dream in becoming a mechanic, while everyone, including our parents, back home in Jeonju-do thought I was crazy -- I wouldn't be here right now.

I clutch the Rilakkuma keychain tight in my hand. "What do you need me to do?"

7-Eleven, a few blocks away from Auto Q

Seongdong, Seoul, 13:13pm

Vanessa POV

I managed to sneak in a couple houses to clean this morning, as well as one on the way to Auto Q. Being awake since 4:30am, I was starving. Because I'm a morning person and a neat freak (which I hate admitting, knowing many people aren't), I knew my body well enough that after 12 noon, I'm useless. This called for a pick-me-up.

I grabbed a small bowl of instant ramen, a slice of American cheese, a two-pack of hard boiled eggs, and hit the complimentary hot water dispenser... knowing very well if I don't get food in my system soon, I'll K.O. even before I get to Auto Q.

Mianheyo, eonni. I won't be eating much during our late lunch outing, but survival first... You wouldn't want me driving my "jagi," falling asleep at the wheel, and have to lug it back to your garage.

I must've been half-asleep or something, while dispensing my water. Next thing I knew I heard a sweet, yet muffled voice slowly becoming clearer. A wide hand cupped and shook my shoulder: "Ahgassi, chogiyo! Neol mul... Geumanaeyo (Hey Miss! Your water... stop)!"

"Eh?" my head snaps back up. I release the hot water knob, but proceeded to burn my hand and drop my ramen on the floor, spilling its contents all over the floor. "Ah!"

"Ya, what the heck is going on?" the cashier yells from the other side of the store.

"Joesonghamnida, jeongmal joesonghamnida," I say, bowing profusely. I crouched to the floor, trying to pick up the styrofoam bowl, when my hand stung. "Aishi..."

"Aniyo, jamkkanmanyo," the stranger said. I realized his hand didn't leave my shoulder up until that moment, but brushed it off as the cashier came out with a mop and cursed under his breath at the mess I made.

"Cha~," he said sweetly, with a hint of aegyo. I looked up to see a plaid handkerchief held out to me, along with some burn-relief cream.

I bowed my head with thanks, headed to the sit-and-eat area, and proceeded to tend my wound. Before I could get a swipe of cream on my hand, the stranger runs towards me saying, "Jamsimanyo!"

I turned my head, actually seeing what my Good Samaritan actually looked like. He wore a black hoodie with text graphics on the sides of the sleeves, wide black sunglasses, and a back face mask tucked under his chin, but still hanging on his ears. He looked like an idol, but something about his face expressed a maturity, while his dimpled smile made him look as sweet as he sounded. He's cute, long story short.

"You might want to clean it, before you put that cream on," he worried, pulling out a wet wipe from it's small, travel-size pack. My mind was taken aback by how cute this man looked, but eventually I nodded, thanking him for the millionth time. He waved his hand at me, "Aniyo, you've been hurt. It's the least I can do."

Maybe it was the sleep deprivation or the awe that such a beautiful person really existed, but I must've been so spaced out that he started wiping down my hand. I pulled back in shock, but also in winced in pain as my burns stung. He held on to my index finger lightly enough to pull me back, in assurance that this was alright. He nodded, and continued to clean my burn wound.

"I can clean it myself--"

He slapped the back of my good hand like a disciplined mother, and said, "Stop moving, and stay put. With a klutz like you, you might end up hurting yourself again." He apologetically bowed his head slightly at the disgruntled cashier, mopping up the floor.

I didn't like the tone he gave me, and the fact that he treated me like a weak child. My face turned sour. "Mwyorago (What did you just say)?? I never asked you for your help in the first place," I whined, pulling my hand away annoyed.

He looked up at my face. His wide eyes must've caught how his cold tone must've sounded towards me, but suddenly the soft innocence in his eyes turned hard and his eyebrows shot down on his face. "Geureom (Alright then), clean it up yourself," he said, throwing the used wet wipe at my good hand.

He got up, walked to the counter, grabbed whatever he purchased earlier (I was too upset at how rude my "kind" helper actually was to care or notice), and stormed out.

Enraged and confused, I ran after the jerk. Who was this guy? Who does he think he is? He went from really sweet and caring to a cold and rude jerk.

"Ya! Ahjussi, wae geurae (Why are you acting like this)?!" I yelled once I got to the automatic doors, dropping the formalities hoping to piss him off.

He was already almost down the street, when he turned his head towards me. The anger burned in his eyes, and a slight growl formed under his black face mask. His head snapped back forward, as he put on his black sunglasses and his hoodie up. He raised his right hand arm up, and did a swatting motion his hand like an annoyed haraboji as he walked away and turned on the main intersection.

I bit my lip to prevent even more of a scene from happening. "Ahgassi, do I need to call the police on you??" the cashier fed on my anger and frustration.

I took a deep breath, turned back towards the cashier, and bowed at 90 degrees: "Joesonghamnida... I'm sorry for the trouble I caused. Galkaeyo (I'll be leaving now)."

I headed back toward the eat-in bar to grab my stuff, when the stinging in my hand paralyzed me. "Aish--"

I looked down at my burnt hand, and realized the burn cream still clutched in my hand and the plaid handkerchief balled in a fist. I wanted to toss everything into the trash, but the stinging was so painful and my hard expression softened.

I left 7-Eleven bandaged up; my burned wounds cooled. I swung my bag over my shoulder, holding the leather diary in my perfectly wrapped hand. One of the corners tied up had a bit of Hangul embroidered on it too. Paired with the diary, I thought it the look was quite charming and romantic, like a closet poet holding a delicious pork bun after a long day of writing, instead of a painful wound.

I closed my eyes as I reached the intersection, waiting for the traffic lights to change. I muttered under my breath, like a prayer. I hoped that wherever my helper was (and no matter how upset and rude he was) that he would know that I was grateful. The incident was my fault anyways. Always try to see the best in people first, I thought... though that's probably the reason I get into situations like this in the first place.

Despite the fallout, I couldn't deny the most genuine act of kindness I've ever experienced in my time in Korea, other than meeting Eun Ah eonni. I contemplated in my mind how someone so sweet and gentle in that moment, could suddenly turn so cold and rude in an instant? Maybe I was thinking too much into it, but I seriously thought... maybe i could've been his friend.

I looked down my hand, at the Hangul embroidery on the handkerchief. Feeling remorseful about what had happened, I smiled as I mouthed the Hangul name I read like a preschool student: "Mianhaeyo hago kamsahamnida... Young Saeng-ssi."

I snapped out of my train of thought when I finally looked up, and saw Auto Q's big red and white sign up ahead. I could see Eun Ah eonni, waving “bye” to a tall, slim boy. He waved back with both hands, before sprinting out of the garage. He donned a black snapback, an oversized black t-shirt with a white, Grecian motif at the hem, and the sickest pair of black and white Air Jordans I've seen since I left America.

Eun Ah eonni looked depressed, as she held what looked like a keychain in her hands.

Mwo? A keychain? Looks pretty cute... I wonder if he's her boyfriend or something. Did he confess to her?! Omo, I need to lay off the dramas.

I shook my head out of my train of thought, when Eun Ah eonni squealed from the inside of the garage: "Ya! Bigonhae!"

I laughed. Another one of her many nicknames for me. She calls me "V," which in her Jeollado accent sounds like the Korean word for "rain," or "bi." I hated it at first when she called me that, but grew fond of it because I always found rain soothing. She added the "Bigonhae" nickname since that was one of the first phrases I learned in Korean (plus, I'm "always tired from working too hard," according to her).

"Ya! I told you to stop calling me that," I teased.

"Well, hurry up and live a little! At this rate, you'll age so fast that your dinosaur of a car will call you 'eomma' instead of 'jagi.’"

Ha! Country girls are savage.

I walked further down the street to cross at the actual intersection, because unless I wanted to die attempting to jaywalk in Seoul, I'd rather be safe. I barely made it to the garage entrance, when Eun Ah eonni ran and threw her arm around my shoulders.

She laughed like the giddy, country girl she was, under that gritty, car repairmen uniform: "Ya, jjang chingoo (best friend), are you doing anything tonight?"

"Aniyo, waeyo?"

"Because we've got a date with two cute nappeun namja (bad boys)! Gatchi ga (Let's go)?"

A/N: For once, that photo edit is my own. The gifs, Young Saeng and his original IG post? Not yet :P

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