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mybiasisexo · 5 years

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Facetime 📱

@baek-byunies asks: omgg i dont know if you still remember me (i requested like 5 numbers at once 🤦🏻‍♀️), i didnt see you answered me about the drabble game request, im sorry, stupid notifications!! :( i knew it was gonna be too much, im sorry really lmao 😖 i hope requests are still open,, :( if yes, i think only 26 + 41 would work out just fine!! with baekhyun 🙇🏻‍♀️ sorry again and thank you for replying lwjshwjd 💗

a/n: this ones a lil different but I hope you like it all the same!!!

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Baekhyun’s leg bounced rapidly as he anxiously waited for you to pick up the facetime call. It had been a couple months since he last heard from you, and with every ring that passed, he feared that you had left on worse terms than he previously thought.

“Hello?”

Your face brightened the small screen and he let out a breath, closing his eyes and tilting his head back to thank the heavens you actually answered.

It was a spur of the moment decision to call you. He missed you so much and random texts here and there wasn’t cutting it anymore. He needed to hear your voice. He needed to see your face.

“Hey,” he greeted back, not being able to fight off the bright smile that bloomed on his face.

You returned the smile, albeit with confusion. “What’s up?”

“Nothing much,” he feigned nonchalant. “I had some down time and realized that it has been forever since we talked, so I decided to check in.”

You must’ve liked his explanation, because you relaxed immediately after. “I missed you, too.”

Baekhyun smiled to himself at your response. You knew him too well, even after all this time.

For the next hour, the two of you caught up on each other’s lives. It was tough, living so far from one another, so you both promised to take more time out of your busy schedules to sit down and talk, just like old times.

Somewhere along the way though, the happy old-time feelings passed and the major issue that couldn’t be ignored any longer arose.

You both could feel it, the conversation you both had been dreading to have, but Baekhyun knew it was necessary if you wanted to remain in each other’s lives.

“So….” He started off-handedly. “The airport….”

“Yeah….” You agreed, playing with the strings on your hoodie. “The airport.”

“I just want to apologize for what happened,” Baekhyun rushed. “I was upset that you were leaving and I took it out on you instead of just talking about my feelings. I know I pushed you away by not showing up, but I just couldn’t watch you leave.”

He heard your long sigh, too ashamed to actually watch the screen.

“Baekhyun,” you started. “I just don’t understand what happened, When I brought up studying abroad you were all for it, but it seemed after that, you didn’t want anything to do with me. I was really hurt.”

“I know,” he said. “I know. But you have to realize it had nothing to do with you and everything to do with me.”

“What do you mean?” You asked.

“The truth is… I didn’t want you to leave.”

There was a silence following his confession.

“Then why did you tell me to?” You asked, voice monotone with control. You were getting upset, he could tell.

“Because I care about you,” he admitted. “I’ve always cared about you and I knew this was something you wanted to do. I wasn’t going to stand in your way like that.”

“So, instead you just cut me off completely until I was physically out of your life?”

He said your name, “It wasn’t like that!”

“Then please, explain what it was like. Because I’ve been trying to figure it out every day since.”

“You’re angry.”

“Damn right, I’m angry!” You yelled. “You’re such an important person to me. You’re my closest friend and when I needed you the most you vanished! What hurt most was whenever we did happen to cross paths, you were always so dismissive and rude! Unlike anything you’ve ever been! What did I do wrong?”

“Nothing!” His voice raised as well. “Don’t blame it on yourself! I already told you it has nothing to do with you!”

“Then what is it, Baekhyun? Why did you push me to leave so much when you didn’t want me to in the first place?”

“Because I’m in love with you!” He yelled. There’s a pause as your eyes widen and his chest heaves.

He wasn’t done yet.

“Goddammit, I love you! And the mere thought of you leaving me destroyed me, okay? Imagine having to see the person you love pack up and move to a different country? Leaving your side like you meant utterly nothing to them? That’s what it felt like, but it wasn’t my place to ask you to stay for my sake, because you don’t feel the same way. That’s why I pushed you away, because I wanted you to be happy, regardless of what your happiness would do to mine!”

You merely stared at the screen. Stared at the man who meant the world to you majority of your life. Finally, you opened your mouth. “If you think I don’t feel anything for you, then you’re more stupid than I thought.”

“What?” He barked, offended.

“Did you think that, maybe, I don’t know, I threw the idea of moving out to see if you would ask me to stay?”

He blinked.

“And when you said you thought it was a good idea, I was so crushed that I pettily pursued it? I thought you didn’t want to have me around and was looking for a way to get me away from you.”

“Baby….” The name left his lips without thought and you suddenly felt like crying. “No, not at all.”

“We’re so stupid,” you cried, hiccupping as you wiped your face and Baekhyun wished to be by your side so bad.

“Well, I’m about to get dumber, because I can’t spend another minute without you.”

He started furiously typing away.

“What are you doing?” You asked.

“I’m buying plane tickets,” he revealed. “I need to see you in person. This facetime shit isn’t going to work. Not anymore.”

You sniffed. “I’m sorry for moving.”

He hushed you. “We can do all that when you’re in my arms. I’m not letting you go again.”

You smiled, liking the idea more and more. “Whatever you say, Baekhyun.”

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mrs-i-have-too-many-biases · 5 years

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A love like silk// Han Jisung pt3

Bad boy!Jisung

Genre: Angst/ Fluff

Summary: Silk, one of the softest fabrics on the planet. It’s breathable and comfortable. Just like how he was to you. He gave you space to breath. He always made sure you were okay. Yet why, do people say he’s bad to you? He gave you a love that’s soft and tender. A love that involves soft touches, tight hugs for comfort and sweet talk, smooth like silk.

Word count: 5,2k

Warnings: Terms of bullying, signs of depressed themes (if you look well).

“Is there something I can help you with?” Y/n asked confused as Jiyeon kept moving closer to her. She was about to say something until Yasmin interrupted, dragging Y/n away from her.

“What was that?” Yasmin asked her friend as they walked back outside. “I don’t know, she suddenly started to talk to me.” “Ever since you got into this school, you’ve been getting into trouble. Like first Jisung and his little friends and now the meanest and most popular girls are after you.” Yasmin groans. “Wait, what?” Y/n said. “Jiyeon is the most popular girl in our school, well at least she was.” “What happened?” “You came to our school.” Yasmin stated. “I don’t get it.” Y/n said in confusion.

The girls stopped walking and Yasmin explained to her, that ever since she got into this school, the boys were drooling over her instead over Jiyeon like they used to do. Yasmin also told her friend that Jiyeon has been trying for years to get close with Jisung and his friends since she clearly has a crush on Jisung.

“I still don’t get it. Boys like me?” “Y/n, seriously. Can’t you see how they look at you? Only Chan and his friends are not like that though, but every other guy in our school is basically fantasising about this exotic girl from Singapore, who speaks different languages.” “So, basically they like me, because I’m a foreigner.” Y/n laughs. “Yeah, pretty much. But, also since you’re so different from other girls. Like, you don’t always wear makeup and they seem to love that. You are comfortable with literally anybody, I guess boys are into that.” Yasmin laughs as well. “Speaking about boys, shall we return to Jisung and the others.” “I guess so.”

The girls were walking back, not noticing that Jiyeon was glaring at them from behind their backs. Her blood was boiling and she stormed off before anybody could catch her like this.

Jisung had been waiting impatiently for Y/n (and Yasmin) to return, he wanted to be around her as much as possible, but he didn’t know what he could do. After lunch break was over and most of his friends had gone back to the places they had to be at, he went to his class. Something he usually didn’t do, but Y/n got this vibe around her that made him wanted to do good things. He also almost told his friends about how he babysits Hyunsun every weekend, and that that’s why he can’t always hang out.

But, he quickly shook that off as soon as they left. Even though Jisung was in class, he wasn’t paying attention. And that was like him. His mind was once again settled on Y/n. He groaned loudly in frustration, confused by his feelings. Also catching the teacher’s attention.

“Just a sore throat sir.” He would reply. ‘In what way could I get her to like me- wait hold up.’ He said to himself. He stared outside in shock, seeing that she was having PE class at the moment. His mind was blurry, making it hard to think straight. ‘Do I really like her?’ He asks himself. He looked outside once again to see you goofing around with Yasmin as you played basketball.

Jisung was smiling to himself as he watched her through the window. ‘She’s different.’ He states clearly in his head.

‘She’s not like the girls here. They secretly wear makeup and are too shy to talk to guys, when they do want their attention. Y/n on the other hand, she just talks to everybody. Even the teachers seem to like her. She’s cool.’

Jisung smiled to himself once again, getting comfortable about the thought of falling in love with her. ‘If only the boys knew.’ Jisung chuckled to himself, till he reminded something.

Jiyeon.

“It’s Jiyeon, isn’t it?” Minho had asked. “Yeah sure.” He had answered without thinking.

‘Shit.’

Jisung groaned once again, realising the trouble he had begun. Because he knew Jiyeon could find out any moment. He didn’t really like her. Yes, she had a pretty face, but she wasn’t his type. Jisung shook it off and ran out of the classroom to find Y/n, because they had English together.

“Alright class take a seat. Today we’re going to do something different. First, I’ll be testing your vocabulary by asking you to translate the English word to Korean. Second, I’ll be setting you up in pairs for a presentation you’ll have to make and present.” The class groaned loudly at the thought of having to present in front of the class.

“Sir, that’s so old school though.” One of the students tried. “Well too bad then, I’m the teacher and I get to say what you do I the class.” “Can we at least-“ “I’ll be telling more about the presentation later, now first. A test on your English vocabulary.”

Jisung had claimed a seat next to you. He was staring at you whilst he laid his head on the table. Y/n took a glance to her right where Jisung was sitting and laughed. “Is somebody tired of babysitting Hyunnie?” She cooed playfully as she caressed and pinched his cheek teasingly.

Jisung’s heart had skipped a beat by the sudden touch of her fingers. “She is a handful.” He admitted making Y/n laugh before she focused on the class again.

“What is ‘매혹적인’ (maehogjeog-in).” The teacher asked, but the class was silent.

Y/n looked around carefully, before raising her hand carefully.

“Yes, Y/n.” “It means ‘fascinating’.” “That’s right.” The teacher smiled.

The class was surprised and kept on going. Jisung was surprised as well and poked her in her side to get her attention.

“May I ask you something?” He whispers. “Sure.” “Why didn’t you tell the boys about Hyunsun?” “Well, I thought you might wanted to seem ‘manly’ in front of them. And it’s also up to you to tell them. That’s why I backed you up. Why are you asking?” She asks. “Nothing special, I was just wondering-“ “Jisung what is ‘조심해’ (josimhae) in English?” The teacher interrupted.

Jisung stared at the teacher, not knowing the answer. The teacher sighed and looked around the class for somebody who did knew the answer. You raised your hand once again and the teacher let you answer.

“It means ‘be careful’.” You answered. “Very good Y/n, you have studied abroad right?” The teacher asked you in English. “Yes, I’ve studied and lived in multiple countries.” She replied in English as well. “Very well, where have you lived?” “I’ve lived in The Netherlands, France, Singapore and some other countries.” “Heckler.” One of the students said, Y/n quite down instantly. ‘Here we go again.’ she thought to herself.

The teacher eventually gave up on the vocabulary test and explained what the presentation was about.

“You can make it about anything, but everything has to be in English. You can make a movie, just a plain PowerPoint presentation, but everything has to be in English. You can tell me your topic when you have one, I’ll give you guys until the end of the week. Now, the partners. Jisung with Y/n-“ A loud ‘what’ was screamed through the class, everybody looked around to find out it was Jiyeon.

Jisung was smirking, happy that he now had an excuse to be around her. Y/n smiled at him, making him go almost lovesick. Jiyeon on the other hand was ready to throw some hands. She went to the teacher to ask if she could change partners with Y/n, since ‘Y/n didn’t know anybody, so it wouldn’t matter.’ She had told him, but he didn’t give in, which made her whine in annoyance.

When school was over Y/n was asking herself what she was going to do today. When she was about to walk off she was turned around with a tug by Jisung. “Hello there sweet cheeks, seems like we’re partners.” He smirked subtly.

“That’s right. Do you have time today? Maybe we can brainstorm for a topic?” She suggested, making him smile. “I’ll have to cancel the boys, but they’ll be fine with it.” Jisung says as he took out his phone. She was about to protest, but he was already done texting them before she even could.

“Your place or mine?” He asked as they started walking. “I think we can work at my place, my parents are at work.” She says, without thinking about how that would sound aloud. Jisung laughed, telling her that it might be too soon for that. “N-no, I didn’t mean it like that!” She panics. “I know sweet cheeks, I’m just teasing.” Jisung winked before you kept on walking.

For some reason was Y/n nervous to have a boy in her house. Jisung gasped when he walked into your place, shocked by how big it was. “What do your parents even do for a living?” He yelled as he got overwhelmed by the size of your living room. “Well, they are both CEO’s of an international company, that’s why we’re abroad so much.” Y/n explained casually as she poured some drinks for Jisung and herself.

“You can sit down Jisung-“ She started “Are you sure? It looks expensive.” He jokes. “Shut up and just sit.” She took her laptop and started typing away.

They sat in silent for a while as they tried to come up with an idea.

“You know, I don’t even know you that well. I don’t know what you’d like to make a presentation about, if I don’t know you. So, how about we get to know each other a little more.” Jisung suggested as he leaned back on the couch. “Sure. What do you want to know?” She asked before she took a sip of her Fanta. “Do you have a boyfriend?” Jisung asked, making her spit out her drink almost. “What does that have to do with our presentation?” “You might like romance things, like Romeo and Juliet or romantic music, like love songs. I don’t know.” Jisung tried to cover up.

‘Nice job Jisung.’

“I do like romance, but no. I do not have a boyfriend. But, what do you think about music?” Y/n suggests. “That sounds great. We can compose a song together.” He said without a thought. “Calm down pretty boy, I can’t write music. I do play instrument, but I can’t compose.” “But I can.” Jisung admitted shyly, making her look at him in shock. “Really?” She asked surprised. “Yeah.” “That’s so cool! Is that what you do with Minho, Woojin and the others?” “H-how do you know, did they tell you? We never tell anybody about this kind of stuff.” He stuttered. “No, I just figured. That’s so cool Jisung! Can I hear something you made?” She asked him excitedly.

Nobody had ever been so excited about his music before besides the guys, not even his own parents. And it shocked him. It felt nice thought, having somebody like that.

“I-I don’t have anything on me right now, m-maybe you can come along with me when we’ll compose something?” He stammered. “Really? That would be so cool! I would love that!” Y/n clapped her hands in excitement, making Jisung chuckle at her cuteness. “Cute.” He mumbled under his breath. “What?” “What?”

After an hour or two the two of them were done with homework and decided to get something to eat. “Can’t your chef make something for us?” Jisung had joked as he saw the size of her kitchen. Y/n laughed before she pushed him outside, because she was hungry.

They found a pizza place and decided to eat there. They ordered a big cheese pizza and shared it together. And for some reason, the two ended up making each other cringe with lame pickup lines.

“Hey, you’re pretty and I’m cute. Together we’d be pretty cute.” He says as he smirked at you. “I would take you to the movies but they don’t allow snacks.” You shot back. “Was your father a thief? Because someone stole the stars from the sky and put them in your eyes.” He told her, making her giggle. “I'm new in town. Could you give me directions to your apartment?” He started once again. “Jisung, first of all, I live in a house. And you know the directions to it.” “Guess it worked then.” He laughed making her shake her head in disbelief. ‘This boy I swear to God.’ She thought. “Sorry, but you owe me a drink. Why? Because when I looked at you, I dropped mine.” You smiled sweetly as Jisung started laughing loudly, congratulating you as he gave up on the contest. “Thank you. Thank you!” She said dramatically as she bowed.

After sitting at the booth, just talking together and having a good time. You two were suddenly interrupted by an familiar voice. “Jisung?” It was Chan.

“Oh hey!” She greeted cheerfully, still high from hers and Jisung’s laughing fit. Chan didn’t return the smile and stared at her without an expression on his face. “Chan what are you doing here?” Jisung asks as he looked up to his older friend. “I think I could ask you the same thing. I thought you had a study session.” Chan barked. The tension that hung in the air was taking Jisung and Y/n by surprise. “We did, we just came down here to get some food.” Y/n said. Chan just hummed before he looked at Jisung. “Seems like you only studied one another’s face.” Chan mumbled. Jisung sighed and Y/n sat uncomfortably.

Jisung excused him and Chan before he dragged him outside of Y/n’s sight. “What’s going on with you?” Jisung hissed. “What’s going on with me? I could ask you the same question. I understand that you have to cancel plans for school, since education is important. But, I don’t liked being lied to. Especially, when it’s about a girl. What happened to ‘bros before hoes’?” Chan snapped back. “Look, first of all she’s not just some girl, okay? We were actually working on our English project together. But, her parents weren’t home and we were hungry. So, we came down here.” Jisung explained. “Alright, that might be. But, just make sure she’s not getting into your head too much. We got attacked today by some random guys.” Chan admitted.

Jisung’s eyes widened asking Chan what happened. “I don’t know what happened. Some guys attacked us out of the blue. Jeongin got hurt and Seungmin has some bruises on his head. And not to make you feel guilty or anything, we kind of needed you today. This could’ve ended up really bad if our neighbour didn’t come in between us.” Jisung sighed and decided to do what was smart: he went to see if his friends were okay.

He quickly walked back to Y/n who was patiently waiting for him to return. She flashed him a smile, which disappeared quickly when she saw the worried expression on Jisung’s face. “What’s wrong Ji-“ “I’m sorry. I need to go right now. The boys need me. I’ll pay you back for the food tomorrow at school.” He said quickly. “Y-yeah sure. You don’t have to though. I ate most of it. But, you go it seems like it’s serious.” Y/n said worried shooing Jisung off.

Jisung ran off with Chan to wherever they needed to be. Y/n sighed in slight disappointment before she paid the bill.

The walk back home was boring, she liked being around Jisung. He made things fun. It then suddenly started to rain softly and Y/n felt her mood switch a little. She tried to focus on the nice day she had with Jisung as she walked back home.

When she had arrived she noticed an unfamiliar backpack laying on her couch, it was Jisung’s. She thought about calling him, but she texted him instead. Saying that she’ll return it to him at school tomorrow. She gathered all his stuff and packed the bag. She also noticed a shirt that was folded neatly inside his bag. It was a band T-shirt but she had never heard of them. ‘3Racha?’ Y/n thought to herself. ‘Like the sauce?’ She laughed to herself before she put it back.

The next day was Y/n waiting for Jisung in front of the school. Yasmin had given her friend weird looks, since she held two bags. “Are you running away from home?” Yasmin joked. Y/n laughed, before telling her friend that it wasn’t hers.

When Jisung had arrived, late as usual, he was surprised to see Y/n waiting for him. He thought she looked cute. She wore a baby blue long sleeved shirt that was quite too big for her, stuffed into her black ripped jeans as she looked around to kill time it seemed. Jisung noticed his bag that was in his bag and remembered that his shirt was in it. He hoped she didn’t see it, she might be asking questions about it.

“Hello there sweet cheeks.” “Hey ��Sungie! I have your bag.” She chirped as she handed the bag over. “Aren’t you late for your class?” Jisung asked. “I could ask you the same thing.” Y/n laughed. “Were you able to handle your business with Chan and the others?” Jisung jumped in surprise when she asked him. “Did you hear?” Jisung asked carefully. “No, but I saw that you were worried, so I assumed it was about your friends.” “It was actually. Somebody fought the boys and they got hurt, so I went to check up on them.”

“Oh my- are they alright?” Y/n asked, now she was also worried. “Yes, but Jeongin’s injuries are the worst out of all of them. He broke his left wrist and he has a lot of bruises on his head. They apparently knew he was the youngest and also quite vulnerable, so they attacked him first.” “That’s awful.” Y/n said, before they walked into their classroom. Apparently the teacher was late, so they were in luck, not having to go to detention.

The day went on quite smoothly, if you leave chemistry out of the story. Jisung thought it would be smart to turn the gas of the flame as high as possible, almost burning his eyebrows off as he hung above it. Y/n screeched loudly when it happened, clinging onto him as she was worried that he got hurt. Jisung on the other hand was laughing his ass off. Y/n would hit him whilst whining that it wasn’t funny. “You’re cute when you’re worried about me Sweet cheeks.” Jisung winked making her blush harshly.

Jisung was standing against the lockers as Y/n was gathering the books she needed. Jisung looked around and saw his friends walking past him, who didn’t even bother looking at him. Y/n noticed that it bothered Jisung. He hadn’t talked to his friends all day and when they had lunch he sat with her and Yasmin.

“Jisung, are you sure you’re alright? I noticed you’re acting a little different than usual.” Y/n wondered.

“They boys seemed quite mad. Especially Chan when he caught us at the restaurant. But, you shouldn’t worry about it sweetheart.” Jisung stood up and petted her head before he walked off to the toilet.

Y/n sat on her own as she waited for her friends to return. She was minding her business as she kept her attention on her phone, when suddenly a figure blocked the sun in front of her, making her look up. “Hello again outsider.” Jiyeon spat as she stood there with her friends in front of Y/n. “Can I help you Jiyeon?” “You actually can. I told you to stay away from Jisung you fucking witch.” “And as you can see, I don’t care about what you say. You can’t boss me around.” Y/n stood strong. She knew how girls like Jiyeon were like. They loved to look down to other people to make themselves feel better. They seemed to life off this kind of ‘power’ and Y/n couldn’t despise people like this more than anything.

“Listen up you brat. I don’t think you know how we work in this school. I don’t care how your other schools were like and what your status was. You don’t belong here. You’re just a nobody to us. You’ll never be on our level. Just let Jisung be. You’re not his type honey.” Jiyeon’s group of friends laughed behind her, but Y/n was not impressed. She just stared at Jiyeon with a smirk.

Words like this, coming from her wasn’t going to work on her. And Jisung noticed too. She turned crazy to be honest. Through the years she got used to them, she would consider herself immune. Jiyeon started pushing Y/n as she kept screaming filthy words in her face. The teachers seemed nowhere to be found and people were gathering around the scene, not even bothering on helping Y/n.

‘Five against one? Seems pretty unfair.’ Y/n thought to herself as she was pushed around.

“I honestly don’t know what makes you so stupid Y/n, but it sure it working.”

Before Y/n could say anything a thick substance was poured over he and thrown into her face. Y/n was now raging and attacked one of the girls by grabbing her by her hair. The girl screamed in pain and in disgust as the smoothie that was thrown on Y/n landed on her as well.

Meanwhile as Jisung walked out of the guys’ bathroom he heard people running around. He didn’t think much of it, as he was lost in a train of thoughts. ‘What if Y/n did see the shirt, would she have looked up the group? No, she wouldn’t, right? She’d look cute in it though- wait what.’ As he kept on walking his ears caught somebody saying that Y/n and Mina were fighting. Jisung ran along with the others. He saw the two girls fight and also a teacher who showed up to separate the two.

Jisung noticed that Y/n was covered in a pink substance and he walked up to her. The closer he got, the more visible Jiyeon’s smirk was. He knew she was the cause of this. The teacher was scolding the girls, but Jisung decided to take Y/n away from the scene before it would get any worse, not that that was possible though.

Jisung had dragged Y/n into the nurse’s office and helped her clean up. “Thanks ‘Sungie.” She whispered. As he dried her now-washed hair. “Your welcome. Wait here, I’ll get your something else to change into. Your shirt it all wet. I don’t want you to get sick.” He said in a serious manner before he ran off.

Before Y/n knew it, he had returned with a shirt. Y/n recognised it, it was the shirt that he left in his backpack. “Here, wear this.” He laid the folded shirt on her lap before he walked out once again so she could change this time.

Not much later she called him back inside and he had to contain himself from screaming. She looked absolutely adorably in his big shirt. It was a simple black shirt, long sleeved, and there was a logo on it that said ‘3Racha’. “Isn’t this yours ‘Sungie?” Y/n asked as Jisung was back in the room. “H-how do you know?” He stutters. “I saw it in your bag last night when you left your bag at my place.” “I didn’t know you saw it.” “Why? Is it special or something?” Y/n asks playfully. “Something like that.” Jisung admitted. “It’s a small group that I’m part of.” Jisung added shyly to Y/n’s surprise. “Really? I didn’t know you were a rapper!” “Nobody does, so please keep it down about it, alright?”

Y/n agreed without asking any further questions, except to herself. ‘If he’s a rapper. Why wouldn’t he want to be successful? What if he’s really good? I wonder what his voice would be like.’

When Y/n’s hair had dried up and she felt like walking back into school again, the day went on. Lots of boys asked her if she was alright and if she needed anything, she should call them. She didn’t of course. She was flattered and touched by their offer and took them politely, but she didn’t needed other boys’ help when she got Jisung right beside her.

Y/n felt fuzzy inside. The way he took care of her out of nowhere took her by surprise and it made her heart race. Never had anyone done something like that for her besides Yasmin. Y/n smiled as she walked next to Jisung, thankful that he sat down next to her that one day.

It was the second period break and Y/n sat alone at a table. She noticed Jisung’s friends, who still had been avoiding Jisung himself all day, they were staring at her. Or what their eyes made it belief, they stared at her chest. Y/n shifted uncomfortably as she continued to eat, until once again a figure stood in front of her.

Automatically assuming it was Jiyeon, Y/n was about to snap, but then she noticed that it was Woojin and Chan. “Sorry, I thought you were Jiyeon.” Y/n laughs slightly as she scratches the back of her head. “What about Jiyeon?” Woojin asks. “Just drama. Can I help you by the way? I saw you staring towards my direction-“ “Where did you get that shirt?” Chan asks bluntly. “I-I borrowed it from Jisung-“ “Where is he?” Chan cuts her off once again. “He has class right now, but he might be skipping- never mind he’s gone.” Y/n sighs as Chan had left in the middle of the conversation.

Woojin gave Y/n a small smile before sitting across from her. He looked around the canteen and noticed everybody looking her way. “They know.” Woojin states. “They know what?” “That you’re wearing Jisung’s shirt, I can see the jealousy on the girls’ faces.” Woojin laughs as he saw Jiyeon’s angry face.

Y/n was confused with Woojin’s statement until she took a look around herself, he was right. “This shirt, it’s your group right?” Y/n softly asks. Woojin looks at her in shock and as he opened his mouth, no words came out. “He told you?” He finally could make out. “Yeah, you guys have a music group right?” “Well, ‘3Racha’ is a group that Jisung, Chan and Changbin are part of. They are the rappers.” Woojin explains. “Did he tell you anything else perhaps?” Woojin wondered. “No, why?” “Nothing, just wondering.”

Meanwhile Woojin and Y/n were talking and having lunch, Chan was storming through the hallways to find Jisung. And just like Chan and Y/n had predicted, he was skipping class. Chan found the younger boy in the back of the library, taking a nap.

Chan roughly moves the arm of the younger boy, which his head was resting on, making his head fall onto the table. Jisung groans as he woke up. “What was that for- Chan?” “Why is she wearing our shirt?” “What-“ “Y/n, I just spoke to her and she’s wearing a ‘3Racha’ shirt.” Chan snapped at Jisung who was rubbing his eyes. “Oh, yeah. That’s my shirt.” “No shit Sherlock. But why is she wearing that. You know what name that name gave us.” Chan hisses. “You remember what happened that night. You were there. Years later we’ve been trying to clear our name. Do you know what this could do to us?” Chan ranted. “Alright, I get it. I’m sorry. Y/n got into a nasty fight and they poured their drinks on her and I gave her my shirt since she didn’t had anything else to wear with her.” Jisung explains. “Why couldn’t you get a clean shirt at the nurse’s office?”

“I-“

‘I thought she’d look better in my clothes.’

“I didn’t think about it.”

“I thought it was kind of sad you know, she looked quite helpless and everybody was surrounding her and not even helping her at all. So, I stepped in and dragged her out of there.” Jisung says as he received a glance that meant ‘disbelief’.

When they boys had walked back to the canteen, Y/n had already left to her class. Jisung decided to skip another period, since his friends were here. Chan eventually went to the toilet and Jisung was left behind with Woojin. Woojin analysed the younger boy’s actions. He noticed that Jisung was texting Y/n, what he could read were texts saying things like: ‘Are you okay?’ ‘Wanna meet up after school or something?’

Woojin smiled to himself and Jisung noticed. “It’s nothing.” Woojin tried to shrug it off when Jisung asked what’s wrong.

“’Sup guys!” A familiar voice yelled through the canteen. “Minho! What are you doing here?” “I was planning on setting Jisung and Jiyeon up.” Minho grins. “W-what?” Jisung chokes on his drink when he hears the sentence leaving Minho’s mouth. “Yeah, you told us you liked her, but it seems like you aren’t making any moves. So, I’m here to change that.” “What do you mean?” Jisung questioned. “Well, I spoke to Jiyeon and you two have a date. When? I don’t know. You can figure that one out yourself. You can thank me later. For now, I have to pee. I’ll be back.”

Woojin once again analysed Jisung’s actions and facial expressions and Woojin could conclude that Jisung didn’t wanted to go on a date with Jiyeon. That’s when Woojin figured it out. Jisung liked Y/n.

“You like Y/n, don’t you?” Woojin blurts out, making Jisung try to hush him in panic. “How do you know- I mean I don’t?” “Please, you gave her your shirt. I remember your last girlfriend. You wouldn’t even let he borrow her your scarf and she was freezing.” Woojin states. “It was mid spring time and she was sick. Besides, that was my favourite scarf I wasn’t searching for any germs at the time.” Jisung explained. “Your girlfriend before that one took one of your hoodies without asking and you flipped.” “That was my-“ “Let me guess, ‘favourite hoodie’? C’mon Jisung, I caught you, just admit it.” Woojin chuckles.

Jisung sighs as he let his head down in defeat, making Woojin laugh louder. “It’s too late though.” Jisung says softly. “What?” Jisung didn’t say anything but just nodded in Chan and Minho’s direction who were returning. “Why is it too late though?” Woojin asks quickly. Jisung showed Woojin a text, send around the time Y/n was still having lunch. It was from Jiyeon, claiming that were going on a date.

“Drama is about to start.” Jisung mumbles.

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adityafulia · 4 years

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New post after a while

July 2020

Tale of SOCIOPATH CHAPTER ONE

I’ve been thinking about writing this journal when i was in Mumbai, but never done that

Now i deserve some time alone after another tragedy. Tragedy about a fake relationship with sociopath. Oh god, the most brilliant sociopath

This story started after a stupid one night stand in Bangkok

I was just serving my dirty minds, done that one night stand conciously then i confessed to my fiance then we broke up. It was a bad and hard, 2017. Dark as it was, finally the curtain shut. And once again i was alone, with little to no help, i’ve begun another wild night with this sociopath. I regretted it, as this will become my worst nightmare afterward. I dumped the sociopath, thinking it will never worked out, relationship started from one night stand, and then i broke up with my fiancee, destroying her life big time.

Without knowing, Letting sociopath was the worst decision..

I took a break from june-october, just to make sure that i didnt let anyone come to me, as at that time, i was wounded badly, died because of the guilt, ups and downs between “blaming me” (self loathing) or “blaming my fiancee”. 5 months of restless nights, full of bad thoughts, regrets, sins, cigarettes, sheap coffee and countless hours in the night park. Night park was my thing, i done that just to kill the time. I heard my fiancee, but i could not reach her, even her mother didnt tell me what was the diagnosis. She was in the darkest hour, like me.

Her mother forgiven me, she thought me how to forgive and bless someone. I never forget how she treated me well after my confession. Her mother is the best, till now. After my ex fiance got better, i heard that she got a new boyfriend, which was good for her and she also confessed that she had an affair before me. I was shocked and curious, she let me kill myself without informing me. This is the start of my new problem, in 2018.

This sociopath was a not bad though, i was just kept her aside for a while. At the end of the year, On october, out of the blue, i started to contact this sociopath, when i was on family holiday, just a good gesture to buy her some food from Malaysia. i decided to contact her,after i thought the “break” that i’ve taken was good enough to build my new fortress, taller, thicker, harder than before

At the end, i was thinking to take some responsibilites, to be with her, atleast to finish what i’ve done that night, gracefully

Everything goes smooth, sociopath embrace with, arms wide open, then we carry on, sex after sex, dates after dates, personal story after personal story.

Since the end of 2017, everything went well for us, nothing suspicious, screening has been done properly i thought. All the bad stories, have been verified, i trusted her.

I think she got me, the best way she could be, she is a good listeners, she knows what will excites me, she knows my favourite topics, she knows how to praise me, she knows how to hook me, she knows my favourite foods, she knows a lot.......about me...without me realizing

2018, became a super busy year, molding year, day by day, but we carry on, fights after fights, i was still unsure, i got excited that finally little by little i found a better version of me. Version that i’ve never imagined to come across if im still with my fiancee.

She has a quality, i saw it, i felt it, this is different and i though i could turn this thing into something good. Though i was still unsure on how i can make this relationship official. Months past like hours, i was finally settled with my new weekend habits, taking a class, study like crazy, learnt new things along the way, i was sure i was full enough with new knowledge, super exciting time. On the other hand, finally i’ve made the relationship official with her. We were officially in the relationship, i let this girl in, finally the fortress opened. I let her in. Let her in, too deep

2018 was super duper normal, nothing was fishy as far as i could remember, i’ve busy with my schedule, juggling between office, campus and relationship. I realized, she was more into me, she pulled me , she made me felt the love. I was ignorant enouh actually, but slowly i let my guard down. I’ve follow her way. Though i still had this ego, everytime we fought, im sure, she will contact me first and then we will settle the problem.

She seemed understand and supporting, even though i rarely took her on a date, as we were in the same building, just a lunch or dinner or night ride to station was good enough. I was glad that this sociopath wasn’t demanding so much of my time. We has a fight, but it was marginal, nothing big.

I knew and realized, i was still remembered my fiancee, still wanted to prove her something. Unconciously i checked her profile, hoping i could found his new boyfriend , just to check how good was the boyfriend.

She, of course mad, i knew i was wrong, i confessed, i promised not to do that, but it got repeated, unconciously,,i think she found it from the log, she done something with my ig account, till this day, it is still mistery

This fight was actually, one of her weapon, to attack me, to always blame me for this. To turn the table around. She hated my ex like crazy. She would always blamed her, for everything.

I admit, at first, i was very open, if i talked about my ex, all the good and the bad, i just want to make sure, i informed her, as much as i could, so it will be fair for her. To know, that im jus5 being honest with her. Not hiding anything. And she blamed me, because of my honesty, that made me thought that honesty was not 100percent good.

When i think about it now, actually this is one of her strategy, the passive aggresive weapon, to change my mind, from being proud of honesty, to become “guilty because of honesty”. She made that happen, she made that moral gap, so i will feel guilty if she talked about how brutally honest i am, when i talked about my ex

It’s funny how moral gap can change people’s mind, from being proud to become guilty

Now thinking about this, make me feel pukish, im now 100percent sure, honesty will always find a way, the truth will always be ugly, it’s always been that way, and that’s alright.

At the end of 2018, i got selected for secondment in overseas branches, finally hard work paid, i got the opportunity to leave. My team has been crumbled, my colleagues left the bank one by one. I didnt got any chances to leave, my cv was not that good, never pass the interview after hundreds of cv sent

She mad, because i will leave her, she didnt want a ldr,she hated it..this madness continues from janruary 2020, till aug 2020, we decided to end the relationship. Due to problem with my fiance, she blamed me, because i kept doing that, stalking her profile and also this ldr, she didnt like it. It was short, almost a year of relationship, but i’ve known this socio since 2017, and took me like 1 year to made it official, that just how hard for me to let someone enter my space, my so-called fortress. I’ve known her, for more than 2 years, she had wife qualities, that i though i might need that, she can cook, she can take care of the house, dependable, has a good career, clever, pretty, and the sex was also good.beyond my expectation.

I,ve decided to go, let her wait, i thought i could still look for her, if this is a true unconditional love, as i thought it will be

September, we started the good relationship, nothing changed, we still act like we were couple. But a fight happened after she regretted my decision, she started to bring up past problems, then we stopped to talk each other.

My ego still kicks in, even though she said that if i stayed, then her parents will help for the marriage fee, the car and house. But i took the chances, because it is not how the world works, i have to go abroad, because it was necessary for a men to provide.i will get the better carreer, better future, then when i come back, i could provide more, or at least give a meanigful contribution to our next plan,,she never really understand that.. then we stop talking each other

Finally on october, she announced that she was in realtionship with this new guy. I was shocked, i contacted her, she said it was because i was to ignorant, to selfish, never prioritized her.. this new guy, knew her and gave her all the things that shehave never gotten from me..

I shocked and carry on. And on december she announced that she already engaged with this guy, i was shocked and almost died, i cried heavily, sadly , miserably, called her just to check snd to let her know that i loved this sociopath, i was desperate, badly. She was still responding, she also sad,but she already took decision and need time . I pushed her to think and withdraw as fast as she could. But she couldnt

This was happened around christmas, and till january i pushed her like crazy, every day, i was insecure enough, my ego was shattered, she will never come back to me.. never...

During january 2020, she will responded me , said thst she still loved me,eventhough she was still engaged, she wanted to broke up but she couldnot. She would split the schedule, she would gone eithout contact, if she was with fiancee. I will just wait stupidly and desperately.

Then after a while, i though it was never good decision to get back to her with this kind of way, i disrespect the relationship, her fiancee and most importantly, i disrespected myself.. so one night, i’ve decided, brsvely,to stop contact her,to stop ruining other people relationship, 31 jan, enough, i dont want to become pain in the ass, contacting someone’s fiancee.feeling desperate everytime she went to a date.

I’ve never thought, this was the point, the point that i realized, all of it was just a game, played by sociopath, manipulating, blaming, passive aggresive, just to keep me and her fiancee, just to entertain the beast inside her,, this was the start, i realized this a bit late,, far far too late, as i scrolled those conversation,i began to realized, this was the start. This sociopath has been playing the game since 2017, but due to my ignorance, i’ve never realized,she could become this toxic, this crazy sick twisted fuck

She will blame me for everything, like she was never be my priority

Manipulate me, acting like i was a total jerk, left her, still thinking about my ex, she would never stop blaming me, maybe blaming other people , to be responsible for her unhappiness

She will turn the table, she will make excuse if it was her fault, she will run from problem, she will act as if she was the victim of all events

She will make herself right, all the time, and world is cruel to her

She will go inside you, left you,blame you, angry because of you, regret, saying sorry and then used you for her own pleasures, and then the cycle goes again,, this happened for me.. and it turns out that, she might use the same strategy, to other guys, playing with all of them......., at the same time......

“If you just believe in everything you think, everything is going to be great, well,,,no,, if you lived that way, you are going to be narcissist”

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thoughtfulpaperback · 5 years

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Television and White People problems I cant relate to

I might make people mad, but I am just gonna say it. A good half the time I cannot relate to the problems and motivations of white people on TV. But I am going to list some scenarios that I cannot relate to

1. Unaffectionate Parents/parents that arent around much/parents who are strict = bad parents who ruin thier children

Listen purposefully withholding affection from your child as a manipulation tactic does equal bad parent. Never allowing your child to make meaningful connections outside of the home as a way to control them = abusive parent. But like shows like Gilmore Girls have the main character and side characters acting as if she has been horribly scarred by thier parents not letting them listen to rock or run around and dirtying an expensive dress. Or they excuse or justify a characters bad behavior because thier parents aren't around (usually these are rich characters).

I am a working class Latina and I always felt this was total BS. My grandparents were not affectionate people. There were no hugs or I love yous after the age of 5. Both worked long days and I was constantly left in charge of my siblings. I wasnt allowed to wear makeup until after I was 15 (I didnt start wearing it until I was 18) and when I did my grandpa constantly made comments like "what do you have on you face?" "Only ugly women have to wear makeup!" "If God wanted your nails to change color every month he would have made it so they could without that junk (nail polish)!". I wasnt allowed to listen to rap music. If my grandma bought me an outfit I wasnt allowed to do anything to get it dirty

I wasnt allowed to stay the night at a friends house until I was in high school and even then my grandparents preferred people stayed the night at our house versus me going to someone elses.

Guess what...I am fine. I never was rebellious. I knew they loved me. I knew they cared. I wasnt a teen parent. I can tell people I love them. I am affectionate with people I am close to. I graduated college. I was a good, friendly, well adjusted kid. All of my Latina friends were too. But like every other white "bad kid" or "jerk" is that way because of thier parents supposed lack of interest.

Listen I get the validity of loneliness or even anger at feeling as if your parents are not interested in you. I am just saying it is something that is not in my experience, so I have a hard time relating to it even though it is a very common troupe.

2. Cutting out family members/estranged family.

Ok so my Latina self has never, ever understood this movie plotline. Like I have extended family who may not even be related to me that are big idiots, which everyone recognizes, but I still see them at all the family events because it is rude not to invite them when they are family. Like we do not stand physically abusive people in my family. But that is what you have to be in order to be cut off from us. Stupid? A Mooch? Toxic? Prejudiced? A very annoying drunk? All those things are okay warrant toleration because you are family. And again this is extended family. In movies or shows where the child has cut off the parents from thier life or that make snide remarks or talk back to them...OMG not only can I not relate but I cannot even process.

Again I am not saying that people should have to tolerate any behavior which causes them anxiety or makes them uncomfortable. But like the idea of ever cutting out my grandparents or even my mother completely out of my life is unimaginable. Right not agree with the things they do or say, and I may not make an effort to reach out to my mom, but I will never purposefully avoid or talk bad about them to any one. And believe me my mom is pretty toxic but I would never hinder her ability to reach me if she needs me. I will no longer go out of my way to please her, but moving away having children and not letting her be part of thier lives. Nope not doing it.

Most of my latino friends live in multi-generational homes (grandparent, great-parents, parents, self and thier children). So just the idea that your grandparents or parents live in a different home than you was hard enough to wrap my mind around while watching TV. The idea that you moved across the country to get away from your family unimaginable.

Again not condemning any one who does that just explaining why minded just cant relate.

3. 18=Adult and going crazy

I am 25 (I think, I forget) years old. I am a virgin, I didnt have a sip of alcohol until I was 23 or right when I turned 24 (again I forget). I've never had a boyfriend. I have only been on like 3 dates with 1 person. I still ask my grandparents permission to go places, I tell them my plans and who I am with. I do this unprompted. My grandparents dont demand that I do it. I just do.

Dont get the wrong idea, I have had lots of fun. I lived on the dorms as a college freshman, I made lots of friends and was in multiple clubs, played intramural sports, worked as an activities coordinator at the college and hung out with friends. I've gone to concerts, I've traveled to multiple countries and studied abroad. I vacation with friends.

Like I could never relate to teenagers or college kids on television as a teen and I still can't as an adult. Dont get me wrong freshman year of college I met the Wild kids all testing thier boundaries and exploring thier sexuality now that they were out of the house.

But that just wasnt me. I didnt feel the need to. I didnt want to drink (my house wasnt anti alcohol or anything like that). I didnt want to experience getting drunk or trying drugs. I didnt have the need or urge to do anything sexual with anyone. It wasnt because I was ashamed of my body, saving myself for marriage, or emotionally scarred by my grandparents about the subject. I just didnt want to. My grandma always tells people when they ask her how she raised me to be such a good kid (although thinking on it I should resent being called a kid at age 25) that my brother and just came out perfect or the closest thing to perfect. Like I am not saying that to claim that I am, but just to give y'all the idea of how non wild I am.

18 was a wierd age for me. I was exploring mostly myself as an individual seperate from my family. Figuring out what I liked because when you live with so many people you kind of blend interests. Sometimes I dont know if I actually like an activities that I frequently do or if I frequently do it because one of my siblings likes it.

Making friends outside of family. I always had friends growing up but my closest friends were my siblings and cousins. College was the beginning of meeting people from different backgrounds and becoming friends based on common interests rather than out of convenience. A great transition to my next unrelateable troupe.

3. Peer Pressure and letting bullies get away with it.

So like for the longest time, TV made it seem like it was hard to stand up to bullies, like it was Big deal and hard decision to stand up for someone else. Like to an extent some more recent shows still do it (Glee for one). And I just cant relate.

I never cared what other kids thought of me. I was always secure in who I was and happy with myself. While I wanted to please my family, i never felt pressured to please anyone else to to follow the mass consensus on what is cool or not. I also could never stand a bully.

In elementary school I flipped over my shared desk when my desk mate called the new girl (who was on medications that made her fall asleep during class a re***d) and told him that if him and the entire class that if they have a problem with her then they can fight me and I am obviously not kidding. (My very first outburst and threat of violence). In the 7th grade a couple of girls were harassing a girl in the bathroom for telling thier secrets. Even though it wasnt any of my business and these girls were known for actually fighting other girls, I still told them that they were being stupid and to leave her alone. Which earned me a shove against the wall and a "you want to fight me?". To which I stupidly responded "I am not afraid of you" which was a huge lie.

My childhood friends who werent related to me were usually the people who nobody wanted to be friends with. Mostly kids werent considered "able" or were too "annoying". I hated the idea of people being shunned because they werent "able" or because they didnt have a concept of volume control, personal space, or the ability to read a room) or because we were related. I straight up yelled at a guy in the middle school lunch room because he was saying that I was so nice for hanging out with the special kids especialky Bob (not his real name) because everyone hated him for not being able to shut up or go away. Bob has asperger's syndrome or was adhd I honestly dont remember. He had an assigned aid and would get too close to people and once he started talking he wouldnt stop so classes were hard for him and making friends was hard to.

In 9th grade band class I stood up and called out the drum section for laughing and calling the drum majors (a Male and a female) a f*g, ugly crack baby, and other slurs while they were conducting and then told the substitute that I refused to continue playing until they were sent to the principles and dealt with accordingly. I then walked out and put my instrument away very loudly in front of the band and pulled a chair up behind the drum majors so I could glare the entire class down while they played.

In 10th grade a made a huge scene when a guy thought he'd be cute by saying that the only reason my friends and i were doing well in Spanish class was because we were "sucking mr.------ balls". I stood up and shredded into him about how that accusation was basically calling mr.----- a pedophile and that it showed how much of a sexist pig he was that he has to basically accuse successful ladies of having to used sex to be successful because that is easier for his ego than admitting his laziness inattentiveness, and bad attitude are the reason he is failing a class about his first Language.

I also yelled at a girl in the middle of the school grounds for saying there should be a holocaust for gay people.

Apparently I am the queen of making a scene. I list these things not a bragging thing, but because they werent hard for me. Most of were just reactive. I never understood why TV made doing the right thing seem like it was so hard and that you were being a freaking martyr.

I was never bullied. I knew that kids didnt like me but no one every messed with me or harrassed me the way they did other people. Doing the right thing did not make my life harder. Standing up for people wasnt some herculean task that took like two days of thinking and emotional preparation. The "majority" of people allowing mean spirited people to harrassed others never swayed me to let it go. Indifference was never an option in my mind.

So I was always really frustrated by characters who didnt automatically help a person who was being harrased. It is my least favorite TV or movie plotline. And again I can't relate.

Again this isnt to bash on anyone or to suggest that making a scene or putting yourself at risk are the only ways of helping others and standing up for others.

#personal #televison troupes

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wanderlust225 · 7 years

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Don't cry for my Argentina, the truth is, I never left you!

So true. A few days before I left for Buenos Aires I had this beautiful giddy feeling about being in the city I fell in love with during study abroad in 2007, exactly 10 years ago. A lot has changed in 10 years though - Christina came to power during my time in BA and stayed in office until very recently when Mario Macri took the office. It is fairly widely believed that Christina handed out lots of money that the government did not have to the poor and even more popularly believed that she took even more for herself. As such, she was voted out of office recently but the new market-focused president had to both open markets and let the peso depreciate significantly to get the country out of unsustainable debt. When I was in Argentina in 2007, 3 pesos were worth 1 US dollar -- now it's over 17 pesos to the dollar. That kind of depreciation over such a short period has significant emotional effects on the population -- ones that make trusting the government and central bank very tough. Anyway, back to my trip... We got in late on Sunday night, but got a super friendly Uber driver to our Airbnb (both things that didn't exist when I was there 10 years ago!). We decided to get into the Argentine schedule and went for dinner around 10 in Palermo at an amazing place called La Cabrera. We ordered based on the table next to us, because they kept brining out incredible dishes like fried provolone cheese topped with tomatoes and jamon and then a salad, to balance out our 500g of ojo de bife. Needless to say, we slept well that night. The next day we headed South to San Telmo to the famous Plaza Dorrego for some breakfast. Trying to give Aaron a true experience, we ordered jamon y queso tostadas, cafe y alfajores. Yes, for breakfast. And of course, it was delicious. Fully fueled, we walked around the downtown and saw Puerto Madero (and my old UCA campus) , La Casa Rosada, La Catedral (and San Martin's crypt - significant because it was his Dia), and El Cabilo. Later on, he agreed to go for a run with me to see some of the sights in Retiro and along the Reserva Ecologica. As a rewards for running with me we got empanadas! Then, we headed to my old stomping grounds out East to see Bomba de Tiempo at Konex. I was so excited to take the Subte A, until we got to the subway and I realized the beautiful old wooden subway cars had been modernized. Aaron made a good point that I should be happy that BA was developing, but I miss my classic city! Bomba de Tiempo was still super cool. The only big difference though was that you could get more than just a litro than Quilmes -- now they had a full bar with wine and cocktails and even food! After the excellent shows we went to my favorite traditional restaurant called Cumana and then my favorite fancy cocktail lounge, Milion. All of this brought me back to being 20 years old and feeling like royalty in a country that was perpetually 66% on sale. We tried some Fernet with Coke at Milion - nope, still tastes like medicine! We also had my favorite empanadas de dulce de leche - yep, still the most amazing invention ever. The next day we lazily woke up to faint music outside, peppered with what sounded like cannon ball shots. (A little disconcerning in a city that I keep hearing is more violent than it was -- side note: not sure if I believe this now.) We finally decided to get dressed and go see the impressive little band (that played Despacito! What else?) and when we got downstairs we realized they were part of a workers' rights protest... As we kept walking we realized this group was a teeny part of the thousands (probably tens of thousands) of people who had come into the city to protest Macri's market-focused government, contra to the peronist practices of Christina which they had come accostumed to. It was really cool to walk through the Plaza de Mayo with all of these people - until they set off the fireworks. Incredible though that I had never seen anything like this when I lived in BA... We walked to el Congreso (where they protests started) and later headed back up to Palermo. In Palermo we did a bit of wandering into shops and then headed to our wine lesson at Pain et Vin (very Argentine name, I know). We got an excellent wine lesson about different argentine varietals from Gaspar, who could not have been older than 23 (as he said 2007 when I was in BA was "so long" ago and then asked me if I was here during the downturn in 2001 - no Gaspar, I'm not that old. Lol). We tried a yummy Torrentes white from Salta, very different because of its high altitude. Then a Pinot Noir from Rio Negro (South), which was super light. Next was a Melbec from Uco Valley in Mendoza where we learned that because of tons of different sediments, wines from vineyards just a few miles apart can be extremely different. Finally we had a yummy Yuros from 2013, so far the best year in the last ~10 years. After wine tasting we decided on a nap - naturally. Especially because dinner was at 10:30, argentine style. We went back to Palermo to a super cool new place called La Carniceria which certainly lived up to its name. Aaron wanted to try to mollejas (thyroid gland) specialty so he ordered that to start and I had a piece -- actually a LOT better than I would have initially expected. We also had another bife de ojo and a side of vegetables -- you would not believe how excited I was to eat veggies after 2 days in BA! The next (and sadly last) morning in BA we went back to San Telmo, to another great cafe / bar called El Federal for "breakfast" (to be fair, it was after noon by the time we were eating). We ordered medialunas with cheese and jamon crudo (procuitto) and it was as delicious as it sounds. Then I thouht Aaron should get the experience of taking a 'colectivo' (an argentine bus) -- and he will probably regret it for the rest of his life. We took it from the main drag of 9 de Julio up to Recoleta Cemetery and it was packed with people and, even in the 60 degree weather, was pretty sweltering inside. Ooops! Evita was still in Recoleta (bad joke?) and it was still cool walking around the cemetery. For dinner on our last night we had to have steak - what else?! We went to a very old school parilla in San Telmo called Desnivel and it was incredible. We got a lomo with grilled veggies and papas fritas (let's not get too healthy). They brought the chimichurri sauce and extra salt and I knew it was going to be delicious - it exceeded expectations. After dinner we headed to Maldita Milonga. A milonga is a dance hall for tango. The special part about this one is that they offer free classes on Wednesday nights for beginners, so obviously we joined in! We took the lessons for almost 2 hours and, much to Aaron's dismay, only learned how to walk around together in a circle. I was just enjoying the tango music and couldn't care less what we were doing -- though I must admit I'm sad I didnt' remember much of my tango classes from 2007! Later the hall filled up with incredible dancers. I started wondering how bad of a dancer I was (!!) until I was told this was Tango Festival Week in BA and these were all professionals. Pfew! Then, we sat back and enjoyed the absolutely incredible show... it made me want to take classes again. We even took the floor with the professionals - but just the very center which is where we told beginniners were allowed. Still, we had to be careful where we stepped! All in all though, a beautiful wya to end my visit back to the lovely and ever-evolving BA. Heart full.

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MAYA I TRUSTED YOU

WHAT WOULD WILL POWERS SAY

ok he'd probably be like ‘hehe; guess I'm falling further into obscurity thats cool i was never amazing in the first place’

“theres only one!”

...that is rare

“i traded my watch to my kooraheenese friend! it plays the steel samurai theme when it goes off!”

I SMELL A CHEKOVS GUN

“it sounds just like the steel samurai theme”

“no it doesn't!”

mayas right, it doesn't sound like the steel samurai's theme.

it sounds BAD.

seriously i feel like my soul is physically rejecting it

put your arms akimbo at me again young lady and ill push you into your magic soul pool.

“that whole séance thing makes trials completely different”

meh

speaking of trials, we’re back to trials! ya–– i dont want to deal with nahyuta

“you have to pitch your terrible crossover!! i won't let you down”

as much as i disapprove of the crossover let it be known that phoenix is a sweetie pie.

“The sacred murder dagger was used to murder someone?!?!??! BLASPHEMY!!!”

“The lowest level of hell; the Hell of Tickling” IM KINKSHAMING KOOORAHEENISM

“They shall not escape on their /redtext/ Freedom Express today!”

she did it yaaaaayy!

U R DIARHOEA!!! KOORAHEEN!!!

well i

i cant argue....

oh god no t voice acting again

LOL YOU CAN SKIP IT AHAHHAHHA

AND THE DANCE TOO HJDSJSFAKJ

guess its not *that* important eh

the entire court just called phoenix a shithead.

i mean people say “Polkhunka” when theyre surprised, and the term is “polkhunan”. so yeah. either hellion, or shithead. nice.

phoenix: this makes no sense

me: ooh i cant wait for the bullshit excuse!!

Well ill be damned to tickle-hell. Rayfa’s a television aerial.

oh i see how they did that. i guess spirit visions have steady-cam?

.........he ran right into it

dude why

i just love this. “yes he ran directly at the killer, to fight them! with his arms flailing in terror!! it might look stupid and fake but actually it’s kooraheen’s biggest martial art, RonDeliteFu!”

every time Rayfa does her hand-flinging-out pose i mistake her sash for a stick and i keep thinking she’s a muppet

“we can’t let the special fires go out, so we make sure to remove the glass around them every year on top of a window mountain so that a woman can um...... walk around it i guess.”

i hate to admit it but these stupid pond vision things are really stumping my blind ass

i stg pohlkunka is the stupidest sounding made-up expletive ive ever heard

id rather heard cowabunga every time something shocking happens for godssakes

“wow he really does care about ema”

hey show dont tell lol

“i cant believe he's come to understand their value”

uhhh well

they stated that they still hold investigations despite their magic pool parties, so uhhhhhhh yeah???? forensic investigators are usually pretty helpful??

since Sadmad’s catchphrase appears to be ‘putrid’, i keep reading ‘purification rite’ as ‘putrification rite’

i cant believe they did a “what if... (EXTREME CLOSE UP ZOOM) PLOT TWIST?!”

STOP SAYING PUTRID

oh hey its dirty hobo man! ...also i guess the ‘sexy pan up shot’ is for every new character :/

hobo rangers go...

...Nahyuta named him A’nohn Ihmus. A’nohn Ihmus.

Well that just cements my idea that Kooraheenians are just a bunch of Americans that stole a landmass and made up a phony baloney culture.

It has been confirmed that they are legitimately just taking english words and ‘kooraheenifying’ them.

“i used my binoculars to spy on the rite at the inner sanctum”

A’nohn is just as perverted as his namesake from Tuhmbl’r

“Feh. I knew you were a fool...”

Cue Franziska crashing her plane into the court room to yank on Sadmad’s braid to scold him for taking her word.

“shall be reborn as a witless sea urchin with barbs limited to your posterior”

ok well sadmad, sea urchins asses are next to their mouths... on the bottom of them. completely opposite to the, uh, you know. Spiky part.

So I’m not sure if that serves to strengthen your point or just make you look like a moron

i mean i guess it served to enhance sadmad’s point since phoenix’d be totally smooth and unprotected, but then he wouldn’t even reach adulthood so that sea otter wouldn’t come in too early and...

...he just said phoenix will be reborn as not only mentally slow but also physically deformed.

...uh... nice one, sadmad.

AND MAYA PULLED A REACHAROUND ON THE PRIEST

YOU HEARD IT HERE FIRST FROM THE HOLY MONK, GUYS

to be fair, she could have stabbed him with a reverse-grip or not; one doesn’t have to hold their hand at any particular to perform a reach around

oh well at least the contradiction is incredibly obvious

at least hobo ranger has an excuse to use words like “bucko”

i hate that,,,, theres a rule against climbing the mountains during the rite. that means that there have been perverts of yore who tried to spy on the lady changing

hes gonna see her shad–– (sigh)

yknow, i dont think shadows are detailed enough to know which way someone is holding a knife.

also moonlight isn't that bright

DWAAYYYYMMMN

sasquatch’d!!

ok so... does happiraki mean “hello” or “hooray!” because its been used it both contexts

i just realized that the Plumed Punisher theme song sounds like one of those posts where someone takes a recognizable song and fucks with it in a silly way, like pitch shifting it at awkward moments or changing the key

i cannot believe i have to use a fucking walkthrough for this game. I'm disgusted with myself. I'm better than this.

“no one was allowed in there and the only way up were the stairs!”

ah yes, the unguarded stairs surrounded by people who had their heads down. in prayer.

totally impenetrable.

“What?! This is insane!!” no no, phoenix, youre doing it wrong. you have to say “this”, then sadmad has to say “is” and then the judge has to yell “insaaaaane!!” because its funny when one person says one word of a sentence each!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

‘rah rah sis boom bah, fight, fight, phoenix wright!!”

um excuse me maya who gave you the right to be cute

why does sadmad only have one hand-guard-glove thingy

“my bag of bluffs” is an interesting and long way to say “ass”

they put... a maximum security prison... on top of their holy mountain. they put their criminals... on top of their. holy mountain.

they put a jail. in a church. in fact they put it higher up... closer to... god.

what the fuck. the fourth one. only accessible by helicopter.

who was smoking what when they decided this???

(sigh) mmmmm id been waiting to use that patchwork quilt

“hell of hangnails”

not as fetishy but still pretty–– actually you know what that sounds kinda fucked up. isn't that just kinda G rated torture anyway

wow that incredibly obvious lie deserves the terrible pursuit theme??

maybe its the last one (i hope)

“are you the rebel hunter!!??!?!?!??”

um well no, unless the rebel hunter is a criminal. jackass.

...cutting dirty deals with criminals, are we, sadmad?

“haha, the fact that the third person at the scene was a wanted criminal destroys your theory that it was the rebel hunter Keera that killed the high priest!!”

...wow... gosh i was wrong... and the fact that a wanted criminal was actually at the scene... doesn’t help me at all... because once i said that one person didi it, it couldn’t possibly be someone else... oh no... i guess it was Maya who did it... for reals... not the.... wanted criminal....

...hang on, his little power rangers dance was the defiant dragons dance? how... did nobody notice this?? sadmad really was colluding with criminals wasn’t he. gosh. what a trustworthy guy.

phoenix: oh no!! his testimony was a lie!!

oh no! the testimony that did nothing but damage your case was a lie!!!

??????

sadmad: get him!

hobo ranger: (does a little hop and daintily scurries off)

sadmad: ... (takes a good five leisurely seconds to stop the background music) put everyone on high alert. i want everyone after that guy

that guy who just. skipped out of a courtroom. past hundreds of crazy people and several bailiffs.

haha... the kooraheenes police. to quote phelous... THEY’RE THE BEST!

“what was the point of all that, anyway?”

search me, phoenix.

“well, i cant help but feel that entire episode was an enormous waste of time”

hey capcom? hanging a lampshade on it doesn’t make it better. it just amplifies how much it sucks.

“yes! i recognized that piece of paper because it looks exactly like the piece i have! thats covered in blood and unrecognizable!!!”

...nice

OH AND ITS THE PERFECT FIT TO COVER THE BLOODSTAIN WELL ISNT THAT JUST FUCKIN SERENDIPITOUS

“the ignorant lawyer has not bothered to learn out language??”

well A) he's not an international attorney, B) he was on vacation, not studying abroad, and C) fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you. you’re all speaking english all the time anyway, you bunch of fuckin phoneys

i stg sadmad if you say putrid one more time i’ll cram a rotten egg down your pasty white gullet and show you the meaning of the word

“the criminal could have only escaped if the high priest helped him out, so why would he kill him?”

hey sadmad? remember that thing about using your putrid brain? yeah, doesn’t take too big a leap to realize that you might’ve just proved phoenix’s ‘idiot theory’ right. maybe the priest um... was a rebel??? who was going to do just that??? and the rebel killer offed his sorry ass?

perhaps, o foolish prosecutor, you should think before you open your rancid lips... lo, in your ignorance, you will be cast down to the hell of those who are kind of stupid....... the hell of perpetual fart smell. there you shall inhale the decomposing winds of ten thousand and one accursed mihtama, while fart fetishists gaze on in envy...

oh wow i didnt even need to go on that spiel, he just admitted it straight up. but yeah, apparently when Lady Kee’ra impersonator kills a rebel, it’s A-OK. But when Maya kills a rebel, well, fuck, she’s a foreign bitch, execute her!!

also the way he said it seems to imply that he knew all along so uh

maybe people should start suspecting this guy. he seems to... know a lot of rebel criminals.

every time sadmad shakes his head i wanna break his neck

man i remember being annoyed at edgeworth in the first game and wanting to hop my desk and rough him up, but never wanting to physically maim or kill him. you suck, sadmad.

WE GOT IT, FOLKS!! WE GOT THE ASSAULT!! IT’S UM, IT’S SUPERNATURAL FORCE ASSAULT THIS TIME.

FUCK BIRDS AND SWORDS, I GUESS? ACTUAL MAGIC IS THE WAY TO GO?

hey sadmad; tickling? bondage? can we... keep that out of the courtroom please?

also “oh no! i can’t point my finger!!” phoenix cries, forgetting that he has two arms. i guess capcom won’t spring for more than one sprite tho haha

“the keera we saw was the statue draped in the sacred robes!”

with a... knife sticking out, apparently. ok..?

also gosh, maya’s really fast, tiptoeing around the abbot, draping the costume just so, then tiptoeing back around? like lightning she is!!

he just cut off his own theme song.

“she used her fiendish tricks to fool the court room”

which didn’t work at all if you remember the beginning of this court so fuck you?

“she sought to use the divination seance to mislead us!”

good going, pointing out an absolutely massive flaw in your country’s legal system, sadmad.

i cant believe we had a flashback for absolutely no other reason than Sadmad to gloat. I FILE FOR A MISTRIAL ON GROUNDS OF MISUSE OF FLASHBACKS.

please oh god just let it end i dont have enough space in my stomach for any more ulcers

i can’t stand hearing him say let it go one more time please I'm begging you

oh no... phoenix has failed... he’s going to die... it’s really going to happen...

just get to the surprise witness or whatever already

oh thank god. love you, headband guy

“the dagger bears the finger prints of maya fey!”

wow. the police suck major ass at catching running people, but their finger print checking speed is second-to-none. ...either that or they waited a while before telling people about a dead body.......

oh gosh!!! its totally maya!!! she arrived 2 years ago and so did lady keera and

yeah no. it’s not her.

but even if it was, kinda awkward there, sadmad? she’s um. kind of a hero to you.

i dont get it why is everyone freaking out. i thought the keera impersonator was considered some kind of vigilante hero? why is it suddenly bad when they “find out” it’s maya? is it because she isn't kooraheenees?

I'm honestly really confused. everyone was rooting for the masked defender one moment, but now that its maya, it’s murder??

seriously what the fuck. like the gallery was legit going “ah!! lady keera has come back to save us from the rebels!”

and then its like “its not divine its some foreign bitch in a cloak” and now its like SERIAL KILLER. also, nice. we’ve never been allowed another day in court because there was a second charge racked up. awesome. (with the possible exception of Ron Delite, tho he was changing his charge)

sadmad can go choke on his own braid and the gallery can lick their own hypocritical asses. i can’t believe i stayed up till 2 am to finish this section.

#sulking over SOJ #soj spoilers obvs]#it just keeps getting better........ and better..........

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