#i was literally translating the sentences in my head like i would hear the korean and read the english

[still-astray]

Boys Over Worries

Natalie (with some help from Kai in the beginning) leads her male members in a group effort to drive away backstage nerves after performing CROWN at The Show.

(A/N: i’m not sure if i posted this before; i feel like i have but when i went to look for it here on tumblr i couldn’t find it, so if i already did pls let me know 🙂)

Genre: fluff

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: none

“Ulgo shipji anha…” Natalie sang under her breath, hoping nobody would hear her. She needed to release some tension- actually, a lot of tension- but she didn’t want the other members to feed off of her nervousness. Especially Soobin, and Taehyun and Kai; Soobin as the leader needed to stay calm, and Natalie would not be responsible for freaking the youngest two out.

She didn’t really think a mere song would have that kind of effect, but who knew what might happen at this point. Just by looking around the room, Natalie could tell that they were all on edge.

“I go up, helicopter,” muttered Beomgyu under his breath, “then I make hella noise for the takeoff-”

“Language, Gyu,” said Soobin halfheartedly, obviously not too worried about Beomgyu’s language choices, at least for right now.

Beomgyu glanced over at Soobin, looking very much like he wanted to keep singing the actual lyrics, but he changed them. “-and I make lots of noise for the takeoff-”

Natalie glanced over at the interaction, curious how he had managed to effortlessly ad-lib something so perfect so quickly.

Kai suddenly sprang to his feet. “Hey, guys, we don’t have to just sit around like this. It’s our first music show; no matter what the results are, we’re supposed to be happy.”

Taehyun raised an eyebrow, and Kai quickly added, “Well, at least we don’t need to be moping around like we placed last.”

Yeonjun choked. “Don’t jinx it!”

“Jinxes don’t exist,” said Soobin with a hint of amusement, “but all the same, Kai and Yeonjun are both right.”

“And at any rate,” Natalie spoke up, “no matter what anyone else thinks, we know we did great. Perfectly, actually.”

Taehyun smirked a little. “I suppose you call nearly breaking my back a perfect performance?”

Natalie shrugged. “So long as I didn’t actually hurt you.”

Taehyun rubbed his back, feigning injury. “I don’t know, feels a little sore…”

“Come on, we practiced it a hundred times, I know I didn’t hurt you.” Natalie got up and went to give the boy a hug, just for good measure, but he playfully pushed her away. “Oh, not accepting my hugs anymore? I’ll just go hug Kai.” Kai accepted the hug without any fuss, even lifting her and twirling her around the room. “You being almost a foot shorter than me, hugging you takes extra measures.”

“Yah, don’t mention my height. It’s bad enough just being ten inches shorter than the shortest of you giants, don’t need anyone mentioning it.” But Natalie was smiling; she really didn’t mind her height anymore. Plus, her tiny stature meant that she got babied by literally everyone when she was around the guys.

“Five foot eleven isn’t exactly a giant,” teased Beomgyu. “Six foot one over here, now…” He motioned with his hand over at Soobin, leaving his sentence unfinished.

Soobin playfully pushed his hand away. “Three inch difference, a mere three inches.”

“So that means I’m tall!” Taehyun exclaimed hopefully.

He was met with the dubious stares of everyone else, even Natalie.

“I don’t think so, Tim,” quipped Natalie in English, unintentionally making a Home Improvement reference.

“Say what?” Taehyun quirked his head to one side, confused.

Natalie quickly translated into Korean, but Taehyun still looked confused. “Hold on, let me show you,” she said, scanning the room for her phone and not seeing it. “Beomgyu, give me your phone.”

Beomgyu tossed it to her, and Natalie brought up the quote in question on YouTube. “Here is your introduction to the funniest TV show on planet earth.”

Considering that there were no Korean subtitles available, Natalie acted as translator while all five boys crowded around Taehyun, who held Beomgyu’s phone.

All of them died laughing before the clip was half over, leaving only Natalie to stay sane and make sure nobody laughed their makeup off.

Beomgyu was the first to recover. “Well, I see what we have to do with you.”

“Do with me?” Natalie echoed.

Beomgyu looked over at Taehyun. “Should we show her Boys Over Flowers?”

Taehyun smirked a little bit. “Mmm, it’s certainly an interesting drama.”

“And has some very cute guys.” Soobin winked.

Natalie blushed. It hadn’t taken the boys very long to figure out that she easily got celebrity crushes- especially on attractive male lead actors.

“But the thing is,” went on Beomgyu, coming over and putting an arm around her shoulders, “this one isn’t pure comedy. It’s definitely going to make you cry. A lot.”

Natalie edged away and hid behind Kai. “I don’t like to cry.”

Soobin grinned and came over to her, wrapping her in a hug. “Don’t worry. All of us will probably be crying right along with you.”

“Oh, maybe I’ll try it,” consented Natalie, rather enjoying the hug and not wanting to make Soobin walk off early.

Beomgyu grinned a bit devilishly. “Five dollars says she’s hooked after the first episode.”

“I’ll take you up on that,” volunteered Yeonjun, raising a hand.

“I’ll see your five, and raise you two,” quipped Taehyun.

Natalie’s eyebrows popped up. “Ooh, anyone have a deck of cards? Because poker doesn’t sound half bad.”

Soobin tugged one of her braids. “I can’t think of a better way to raise your temper through the roof than to gamble.”

“Oh, not for money,” said Natalie, a bit miffed that Soobin would even think such a thing.

“For what, then?” queried Beomgyu.

“Duties back at the dorm. We still haven’t worked out a smooth schedule.”

“Hey, not a bad-” Beomgyu was cut off by the door opening and their manager sticking her head in.

“Hey, guys, it’s time for the awards ceremony,” she told them. “Come get into place.”

When the door had closed behind her, Soobin let out a sigh and let go of Natalie. “Guess we’d better get moving.”

As the group headed out the door, Taehyun could be heard saying, “You know, I forgot all about being nervous for the ceremony.”

#kpop au #kpop imagines #txt 6th member #original writing #female kpop oc #txt au #original character #txt beomgyu #txt yeonjun #txt taehyun #txt soobin #txt huening kai #txt oc

[kashmirichaiwithmehr]

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#vincenzo was WITHOUT QUESTION one of my favourite shows of all time #like it might even be my fav out of all the ones ive ever watched #i kinda wish i spoke or understood korean so i could get the proper experience of the dialogues bc i know when i watch desi shows #w translation i can tell when theyre altering the subtitles #but still it was so fkn good im so sad its done asdjalsdajsldk #i was literally translating the sentences in my head like i would hear the korean and read the english #AND ON TOP OF THAT i was translating the sentence into urdu based on where the words were when they spoke in korean #bc the sentence structure is similar #my brain was doing overtime bYe #im actually surprised this is the first kdrama ive ever watched #mehrtalks

[solcheeky]

>< helloo I hope this isn’t too much to ask for, but I really luv how much the conversations in your fics read out so naturally, is there… a secret behind this? or do you have any tips for writers ((like me)) who want to do the same?

hi! no!! thanks!! I'd love to help :)

firstly, it differs for each idol! so like,, yeah, their online personality plays a huge role, and so does the type of emotion I want to portray—but more so, it depends on whether they speak korean or english, and I feel like the best way to explain this is in examples

so like, let's take mark lee: he speaks english, american english to be exact lmao so his flow of conversation and responding would revolve around the US-english vernacular language with discourse markers/fillers of "um", "uh", "like"

all of those three easily very much mark lee-like to say and something the reader could naturally hear when reading through text:

“are you nervous?” you watch mark carefully adjust his in-ear from behind him in the mirror

“hmm,” he catches your gaze for a second, “yeah”

“wait, really?” instead of looking at his reflection, you send his side-profile a questionable look. through the mirror, mark laughs at the expression you give him before turning around to face you fully.

mark follows the way you’ve tilted you head at him then pulls you in by your waist, your arms folding between the two of your chests. “I mean, I don’t mind it,” he wriggles his nose once, “actually, I don’t know, I guess I like it, kind of. hm, like an ..excited nervous”

but it's not just filler words that shape a conversation, but US-english expressions are a huge one, with things like "oh jeez", "dude", "oh man", "dang"

these things again, are things you could probably read/hear mark say 10 times better(meaning, more naturally) than if, I don't know, doyoung where to say it:

“I was flowering your flowers.” He rushes to explain himself, scratching the back of his head with a weak smile.

You pause. “Watering the flowers?”

“Oh—did I just say ‘flowering the flowers’?” He slaps a hand to his forehead and laughs. “Dude, my head is—Oh man.”

whereas when I think about how haechan talks for example, in my head, the conversation won't flow the same way it would in US-english vernacular, but instead the way in which he would speak in korean

which has a complete different conversational focus and dynamic since it revolves around honorifics and speech levels (i.e. polite and informal tones/suffixes):

You brace yourself and make eye-contact with him. “And you?” You gulp.

“Me?”

“What do you like? ...Or dislike?" He holds the rim of his canned coffee between his fingers and leans his temple into the palm of his other hand. His eyes tell you to sit.

“Music.” He says when you do.

Your eyebrows knit together, that was a stupid answer, “everyone does.”

with him going: "나?" [trans.: me] which, considering they don't even know each other sound sort of 'brash' as it's in a casual form only used towards close friends/those of similar age [as to using something like "저..."]

but the reader(y/n) would still sort of be using a formal tone to ask such a private question, of what he likes, to which I see him again answering very curt and vague with "음악." [trans.: music.] the same informality coming from the casual tone/lack of subject markers or sentence marking particles

so the conversation flow would shift and just get to the point where his 'rude' answers then elicit an informal, snappy answer back from the reader(y/n), which I imagine would mean using the phrase "모두 다" as a part of it

context: where "모두" and "다"(informal) both have the same meaning of "everyone/all" but once put together it's used as an extra emphasis, almost as if the reader is going 'obviously🙄'

so it's like they're arguing ig passively lmao, which I try my best to translate into english but instead of literally word by word, I'm translating the connotation of those words, here's another example, in continuation of the previous:

For short of a second, Donghyuck muses over your refusal to accept that as an answer. If it weren’t for you asking, he would’ve undoubtedly thought that question wouldn’t be worth bothering with.

“It’s Michael Jackson on good days, Queen on others.” He specifies, then eyes you with a flicker of bitterness. “That enough?”

You stubbornly purse your lips into a straight line. “Dislikes?” He skipped out on that part. You wait for an answer as he reads over the printed words on his coffee can, swiveling it’s bottom edge on the table like it was more interesting than your face.

“Boring people.” The bottom of the can clacks onto the table when he presses it down and simultaneously directs his sharp gaze back on you.

here I imagine haechan being cocky enough to say something like: "그게 끝이야?/그게 끝이죠?" or if he dares: "할 말 끝났니?"

the literal translation being: "that's it/you're finished, right?" or "you done talking yet?" except it's just really rude because of the casual tone/informal form used in korean

but if it's just the negative connotation translated rather than the exact words: "that enough?" felt like the best phrase to use in english

a lot of my conversational writing is also inspired by how the boys literally talk to each other as well, i.e. the part where hyuck mentions 'boring people'

that comes from the korean phrase "재미없는 사람." (it ties in with the konglish pun that they always use for jenojam: cause he has 'no' [from je-no] 'jam' [from 재미] aka "no fun" lmao yeah it's half half)

context: the phrase basically translates to "someone who isn't fun": 재미 meaning "fun" and 없는 meaning "without", which would therefore translate with the same connotation in english as: "boring"

I could literally go on forever about how even the korean expressions (not just formalities) are different, but this is getting long so

anyways

I don't actively think about these things like crazy while I write, or else it would be like solving quantum physics in every sentence, it's just something I've gotten used to considering when I imagine the way our boys would have a conversation, or from how I've seen them do in countless of their videos

and of course, my korean isn't fluent at all, I'm just very familiar with their conversational language which just happens to help a lot when I imagine my storylines/conversation flow

there is no secret really, and I'm not saying you need to learn korean to write a fic either lmaooo just that putting your conversational writing into a real life situation should really help. like, literally ask yourself if a real life person would genuinely say this out loud

I swear I see some things on here that make me question whether the op has ever even spoken to another human being before???? LOL

it'll just read natural, if it's just spoken naturally ig ┐(シ)┌ ???

#this came out a lot more long winded than I intended #sorry for the uncalled for korean lesson lmfao #onion answers #anon

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Bts x girl!member

"山elcome back everybody." The blond haired woman smiled into the camera. "It is the best time of the week and that is not only because it is Friday night, no. Tonight we have very special guests – "

While she didn't even get  to finish her phrase, the crowed already began to go wild.  Loud clapping and cheer howl through the studio.

"I know. I know!" The woman laughed and as she tried to calm the people on the chairs down with her hands. Even though she failed, the camera man behind the camera gestured for her to continue. "Number one Billboard song, Grammy nominated and freshly arrived from Koran: Here is BTS!"

The last part, she had to almost scream into the camera. If this was even possible , the cheers and clapping went even louder than before.

The camera moved softly from the smiling woman over to the stage where a big door in the wall just opened. Out of the bright light, which was now projected towards the large opening, 8 figures were stepping out. Each of them smiling and waving.

A few minutes later, the crowed finally had calmed down, even though sometimes you could here someone scream sentences like "I love you, Jin oppa!" or "Marry me Jungkook!". All of them made the eight young people smirk to themselves.

Ellen was now sitting in an armchair, the moderation cards she was holding earlier were now laying on the box to her right side. On the left side, there was once again a man sitting who's only job was it to translate Ellen's words into korean, and the boys' words into english.

"Hello." She smiled over to the boys and the on girl sitting on the sofa opposite to her. A bunch of 'hellos' and 'his' followed. "Would you at first introduce yourselves for those viewers who don't know you so well."

"Hi, nice to meet you." The silver haired boy said. "My name is RM and I am the leader of this group." 

Immediately, the crowd cheered again. You even could see some girls begin to cry at his words.

"Hello! My name is –" The small girl was interrupted by someone shouting.

"You're the most beautiful girl in the world, Grace! Marry me!" Followed by louder shouts and clappings. Grace smiled widely and waved harder to the people.

" – Grace. My name is Grace and thank you!" She said and formed two hearts with her fingers, while the rest of the boys just either shook their heads or commenting the boy of the crowd.

Jimin even laid his hand on her shoulder.

"She. Mine." He said in his cute broken English and almost everyone in the studio laughed.

"Hi guys – " A brown haired boys with the glasses waved both of his hands at the cheering people. By now, they were so loud that you could only see the boy forming a V with his fingers, while his mouth  was still moving, but no words could be heard.

"Hiiii!" the next boy smiled widely while his mouth formed a perfect heart. "Your my hope, I'm your hope, I'm J-Hope!"

"Hi." The next boy didn't even bother to make a long introduction. He just waved and showed his cute boxy smile, which was already enough for the crowed to go wild.

"Hallo! Hi!" The second youngest of the group waved his hands. Like V, no one could understand what he was saying because of the loud cheers.

"I love you, Jin!" A female voice rang through the studio before the next brown haired boy could say a word.

"Hello! My name is Jin and I am a World-Wide-Handsome." He just said while he held two of his fingers under his chin. The screams increased and the rest of the group was either rolling their eyes or laughing.

"Nice to me you, guys. I –" The last boy said, but he was interrupted by even more screams. "I am Jimin!" He shouted and waved happily.

"Alright, it's so nice to finally have you back here, in America, guys....and girl. It's like... your third interview with me here, isn't it?" she asked and the group nodded proudly. " How have you been since the last time we have meet each other?" Ellen asked.

The interpreter was about to translate Ellen's next words when Jin bend his body from behiind Grace to whispered something in her ear. She looked confused for a moment, but immediately began to smile. Even though she has been living in Korea for a while now, she still couldn't speak it fluently, it was enough to understand his matter of concern.

"Why don't you ask her yourself?" She answered him with an evil smirk. The boy looked almost scared from her to Ellen and the back to the younger girl. He then just grinned and shook his head, gesturing for her to translate his question. She just rolled her eyes and smiled.

"He just asked...He just wants you open the box there –" She laughed and pointed her finger over to the big box. " -  to show that no one is in there again. You traumatized him...."

"Don't worry." Ellen said before she laughed hard. "I promise you that no one is in there this time."

She smiled at Jin and held her thump up. The boy hesitated for a second, before he also held his thumps up.

"Back to my question. Where was I?" The short haired woman looked at her cards. "Ahh, right. You went to the Billboard Awards again. That's where you made your debut, right? How was it like to go back there and this time have these success?"

Grace had squeezed the boy's knee next to her to encourage him to answer the question.

"It was...ehmm." He paused his phrase, obviously looking for the right words. He slightly turned his head to look at the girl next to him. She smiled and nodded her head. "It was....incredible. We've always drem...dreamed of performing there again. It was dream come true."

The crowed awwwed at his cute English accent and his speaking mistakes. Ellen nodded and turned her attention to another boy.

"SUGA. You just had a surgery at the shoulder. How was it for you to not being able to join your bandmates?" She asked.

Suga, as lazy as he is, answered in Korean. As he spoke, Grace tried to understand him without the interpretate. Even though she didn't get every word, the most important ones reached her brain:

Horrible...missing performing...missing friends...important to recover...join soon again...

"Alright." Ellen said again before she began to smile widely. "For my next question: I literally got bombarded to ask you that. You all still live together, right?"

"Yeah that's right." RM answered quickly. "The boys and me have been living together for about 7 years, I think?"

He looked around the boys before he said something in korean. All of his male members nodded in agreement.

"And little miss here...." He continued and laid his arm around her slim shoulders which made the crowd go 'awwwww' again. "She has been joing us since 4 years now."

"This is a long time." Ellen stated. "I am almost sure that living  for this long with the other gender, there have been some...how should I say....incidents, haven't there?"

The man beside her began to translate her words, but since Grace and Namjoon spoke English, they got what she meant by that. Grace juts smiles while RM hesitated for a moment.

"You mean, like, accidentally stepping in the bathroom while someone was changing or showering?" He asked carefully which was confirmed by an evil nod from Ellen while the crowd just made 'uuhhhhh' or 'ohhhh' noises.

By now, all the other boys got Ellen's question, too. Jungkook was the first one to actually answer her question.

"No." He said shyly. "We...ehm...always are careful and...ehm...knock on door."

To support his point, he pretended to knock at an imaginary door. The other members around him just nodded and looked back at Ellen, but one did not. This person wasn't unnoticed by the short haired woman.

"Grace, you are smiling." She winked her eyebrows and all the boys turned towards their only female member in surprise. "What did happen. Tell us! Did you see one of the boys naked?"

"What!?" Jimin and Suga gasped from behind, while the other seemed to be shocked, too.

The girl's face meanwhile was covered in a small shade of red. Their exclamation was followed by more shocked comments of the other members.

Grace opened her mouth to say something, just to close it again shaking her head. The people in the studio went wild again.

"Your eyes have been blassed." One girl shouted.

"I would kill to see what you have seen!" Another female screamed.

"I am so jealous!" A third one shouted.

"Nooooo!" Grace said in a whining but also laughing voice. She dropped the hands that were covering her face while the boys talked insistently at her. "It wasn't like that! I swear!"

She opened her mouth again but no words came out. She just smiled and leaned her head to the side.

"Does HE know about it?" Ellen was still laughing like crazy and Grace had the feeling that everyone in the world was waiting for the answer they all want to hear so badly. She closed her eyes and shook her head slightly before she answered.

"I..I don't know. I guess so...?" She stammered. "But in my defense I –"

"Who was it?" RM asked and stared into her eyes.

"Yeah Grace, who was it?" J-Hope had sat up straightly on the sofa and was now staring at the girl, too.

"I swore to never say a word about this incident. Ever." The blonde haired girl grinned mischievously. A sudden wave of braveness rushed trough her body. She was now looking directly into the camera. "But who knows what that incident lead to..." She said slowly and winked obviously joking with her eyebrows.

"We have to have a serious talk at home, little miss..." Jin said sternly from behind as he squeezed her shoulder slightly

Let's say: The crowd cheered louder than ever before.

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Later that night, all 8 of them sat around the round table in Namjoon's hotel room eating their dinner. But the boys still didn't want to let the topic from earlier go.

"Come on, Grace. Was it me?." Jungkook mocked her again while he slurped his noodles. He then put his plate down, just to grab her shoulders and turn her towards him. His face suddenly turned very serious. "I know, Grace, it must be shocking for you. To see my big, fat, heavy d..."

"Oh my god." The girl quickly slapped his hands away from her shoulder as soon as she realized what her best friend was about to say next.

She shot up from the chair she was sitting on. She walked around the table while all of the boys had a smirk on their faces.

"Jin oppaaaa." The girl whined and hugged her eldest member from behind. "Kookie is talking dirty to me. Make him stop."

"Yeah Kookie." Suga said and put his plate down. "If she would have seen your dick, she would be into women now.."

Everyone, beside Jungkook, was laughing hard by now.

"Shut up." The second youngest muttered and snatched a piece of cucumber at his hyung.

Grace watched the scene in front of her.

Of couse she would never say on whom she walked in.

This secret would always last in her head, in only her head....

And in the boy's head who was looking at her side secretly...

The boy who, unnoticed by the others, hasn't said a thing to that topic at all....

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Hello!

So this is the first part of my story. I am so excited for all your comments, recommendations and so on!

Having any requests? Don't hesitate to write me!

Stay safe and healthy

~ M.

#bts reactions #poly bts #bts #bts eighth member #Girl #jung hoseok #jeon jungguk #kim namjoon #kim seokjin #taehyung kim #jimin park #yoongi min #love #cute #bangtan #bts imagination #bts imagines #bts scenes #bts scenarios #bts 8th member

[fallenrepublick]

With your bio I assume your fisrt language is korean and english is the second one (if not feel free to ignore this question)

How do you do to write in "natural" english? When I write in english, and even with beta reader, my fics are technicaly correct and understandable but it's painfully obvious I'm not a native writter.

The way I write and frame my sentences are heavily influenced by my fisrt language and eveytime I read an english writter I'm getting more and more frustrated because I feel how natural and pleasant every words come one after the other, how clear and easy the story and pace flow and how artificial mines are.

I try my best, I read, I listen... But I'm feeling stuck.

How do you do ?

Hmm... I think this is something that applies to native English speakers as well, because a lot of people find it difficult to verbalize many of their concepts.

So the way I write is, essentially, conversational. And what I mean by that, is that the way I write is the way I talk. If ever I were to tell a story verbally, it would be the exact same wording and phrasing as I would use here, making what I write identifiable. On top of that, everything I write occurs in that moment in my head. My writing is a literal description of the “movie” that forms in my mind as I’m typing, which is what gives it that “form follows function” feeling. Basically, it’s the reverse of what happens in many people’s imaginations when they read.

But that can’t always be done, especially if you’re someone who’s constantly having to translate as you write, which adds yet another element of difficulty into the process.

That’s where the rules come into play. English has an insane amount of rules. Don’t follow them. Know what they are, and make an active attempt not to follow them. Start your sentences with “and.” End them with a preposition. A paragraph can be a single sentence, and a single sentence can be a paragraph. Throw in a sentence fragment, no one knows what a colon does, nor do they care. When you hear a sentence in your head, do you hear a pause anywhere? Put that comma. There are no consequences.

And be at peace knowing that the digital world allows you to make edits. This isn’t a pen and paper essay, computers are made to rework your words. Play around with what you have. Does, “They never were quite ready to hear the truth,” sound better than, “They did not want the truth.”? Use it. Can you think better if you repeat every sentence in an uptight British accent? Nothing’s stopping you.

A huge factor of writing fiction is style. Subject may be a part of it, but even if the more stylish piece is wordier and a high school teacher’s worst nightmare, I as the audience, will always prefer that over a fic that sounds like it was written for an english class assignment.

You will always, always, always be improving. Even when you don’t feel like you are, even when you’re not making an effort to change. But I promise you, what you write is already progress enough, there’s already a style to it, even if you may not see it or it’s hidden. A lot of that style may stem from your first language. Do not see that as something holding you back. Instead, ask what it brings you. What insight to word order and syntax does your native language provide that the usual english rule does not? Never ever bury what you already have. Use it, and you may be pleasantly surprised.

[tipsydipsydo]

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader

Gender of the Reader: female

Word Count: 3.7k

Alternative Universe: CEO! AU

Rating: 18+

Genre: Smut!

Warnings: Sexual Language + a bit Dirty Talk; Dom-/Sub-Themes (Dom! Hoseok x Sub! Reader); Sadism; Masochism; Degradation; Oral (m); Deepthroating; Cum-Eating; Sextoys; Lingerie; Pet-Play (Collar + Leash); Bondage; Spreader-Bar; Exhibtionism/Voyeurism; Teasing + Edging; Begging; Praising; Orgasm Control; rough (!) unprotected vaginal Sex (please stay safe!); very light mentions of alcohol (one sentences)

A/N: Over the weekend I looked through my old writing folders and... I think I've found some little diamonds in there.

Honestly, I'm impressed by myself.

I've rewritten the perspective of this story here and added some little details but in general I translated the original.

I hope you'll enjoy my old work as much as I did it. 😈💜

By the way... I wrote this story with barely 15.

Let me know what do you think about this story~ 👀🙈

Sneak Peak: "Laying open, completely helpless and so vulnerable in front of him. Presented like a meal on a silver tablet. His meal, his prey. Your wolf is starving, licking his lips with an animalistic and devilish smile at the sight of your parted pussy lips. Revealing his most desired things, this swollen and sensitive clit and this pretty tiny pussyhole. Clenching around nothing, literally begging to get filled with his fat cock and stuffed up with his cum until it’s leaking out of his little sweet swan..."

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Thank you.

With a soft, barely audible click you open the door. A cold breeze welcomes you and caresses your body, giving you goosebumps. Slowly you step out of your bedroom and walk down the long corridor with well-considered steps.

The bright light of the full moon falls through the white, wide open double doors and guides your way. Your black heels clicking softly on the expensive parquet floor and the chains on the straps jingle seductively with every step, giving you self-confidence. Let you sound erotic and elegant without Hoseok even having seen you.

You pause within the frame of the double doors. Looking at the tall man, who’s standing at the huge panoramic window and looking down at Seoul. On the 20th floor you have a breathtaking view.

The moon is full and round, bathing everything in a soft, mystical light. The light breaks in Hoseok's dark hair and makes him look almost angelic. Even though you know he's the devil in an angel’s costume. 

He doesn't turn around to you, waiting for you to come to him.

You look at him closely. The tailored suit fits perfectly around his muscular body. His body proportions are in perfect harmony, he’s a breathtaking attractive man. Add this to his height, it makes him look really intimidating. Sublime.

His face has sharp, masculine features. Controlled. He controls everything. He loves to possess power and to demonstrate it all too clearly. He never loses his temper or acts impulsively. When it comes to those sessions between you two, there are no actions leaded by emotions, only controlled and thoughtful activities. He knows behind every single one its meaning, why he does this.

His skin has a sensual and seductive honey-gold tone. In stark contrast, his eyes shine in a cool, almost black brown. You have never seen such a dark eye colour and maybe that’s it what attracts you to him. 

This special, rare thing about him makes him incredibly attractive for you. It's like having a very rare diamond. It's the uniqueness of it that makes you want to own it. But in your case, it's the other way around. He owns you. And that's what makes you feel fulfilled.

Even though others may not see it that way, he gives you so much of himself. With it you not even mean the material things, he gives you so much of his love.

Yes, it’s love. His affection and loving torments, how he cares for you, the way he gives you commands and taking control. That is what fills you the most and it’s also the reason why you can give yourself completely to him. Hoseok takes your control and turns it into his own.

Others would panic if they were deprived of personal control. But if he takes it from you, then he will take care of you, so you can let yourself fall. Giving you more control than before. You trust him, he knows your limits and keeps to them strictly. He has control over everything and leaves nothing to luck or chance. That’s the reason why you trust him so much. He doesn’t act impulsively and rashly, he never crosses the boundaries.  

This control, this power that he has and exercises on others is what fascinates you so much. You love this dominance in him, it gives you a sense of security and safety. He doesn’t make any mistakes, you can completely let yourself go with him. Finally you have found the person who fits you perfectly. He has this special power, dominance and control and what you want is to submit to him completely, to obey him. 

Just the sight of him and this dominant aura around him excites you. You breathe out audibly and can hardly take your eyes off him. You know that you’re not undiscovered. Hoseok knows perfectly well that you are standing here, shamelessly staring at him. But he doesn't say anything, doesn't rebuke you, because he loves your awestruck, admiring gaze.

He knows exactly what kind of effect he has on you. He knows, no, he feels it in every fiber of his body how much you want to submit to him and beg him to give you any kind of relieve or satisfaction. His self-satisfied smile is already visible on his lips.

Your breath hitch, you shallow hard, your décolleté rises and falls quickly. Now you realize how hard your buds already are under the very fine tip of your negligee. The reason for this are these wild fantasies that are haunting you in your pretty head.

How you would love it to be tied to the bed again. Lying completely exposed under him, while he pours champagne over your breasts and letting it run over your stomach onto your until it collects in your navel. How much do you long for him to punish you when you are dying of lust and can't keep still... 

Every warning bite on your nipples sent a wave of sweet pain through your body, causes that a lot more of your juice is flowing out of you. You can remember how you moaned as you writhed under him, completely exposed and helpless to face his punishments. You thought at first, he’d give you finally some relieve when he pushed the vibrator into your clenching hole. But still, he refused to let you cum... 

His face was filled with pure satisfaction, he enjoyed hearing you beg... even dirty words left your otherwise shy mouth, out of pure desperation. That brought an amused smile on his lips. 

Hoseok loves to demonstrate his power and influence, it amuses himself how quickly you've fallen for the devil. No wonder he keeps calling you "my defiled angel." But you are so aroused by his arrogance, his self-confidence and cockyness. There's nothing you can do about it. You've gone right into his trap. The big bad wolf has captured the innocent Swan. The dying swan. Blood, the dark red blood stains the snow-white, pure feathers, while the black wolf's canines around her throat. 

"Turn the music on.” It’s the first thing that Hoseok say to you this night. His voice is deep and commanding, you obey his commands all too willingly. 

You step quietly to the stereo and turn it on. His chosen CD must be already in the music player. Now the sounds of slow piano play and the dark, erotic voice of a woman fill the plain, unadorned room.  White walls with light wooden beams, white leather couch and some fake fur blankets lie over the armrests of the furniture, which however look very real. A huge plasma TV dominates the room, together with some large boxes. On the right wall there is a huge bookshelf. Only filled with works in their original languages. Hoseok knows them all perfectly. 

Your ears focus on the slow but stimulating song that comes quietly out of the speakers. Toxic. Involuntarily you have to think immediately of this korean man, who still looks unperturbed at the huge metropolis to his feet. 

Too much time has passed, you made him wait, which he absolutely hates! You swallow nervously, at the sound of his voice you should have noticed it immediately! He sounded a little annoyed and waiting. Others would not have heard it, but you have already learned to hear that little difference. The emphasis of the words alone! God, how stupid and inattentive you are! Hoseok hates it when his counterpart doesn't concentrate completely on him and his wishes. Then he becomes very unpleasant and just his cold gaze punish you more than any spanks. 

With a weak stomach and chewing nervously on your lower lip, you start moving and slowly walk towards him. The translucent chiffon hugs your naked thighs tenderly and the cool air on your uncovered womanhood shoots a stimulating tingle through your body. Under this almost completely transparent black negligee you’re wearing nothing.

Your face is adorned with a filigree venetian mask. It is made of black metal and the transparency of it gives you just little anonymity. At the ends it is adorned with dark green diamond particulas and and on the bridge of your nose sparkles an emerald diamond. At his request you wear this outfit.

Your breasts sways gently with every step, the lace fabric rubs against your hard nipples and let the hot ball in your abdomen grow bigger. The small lust balls swings a little in yourself, let hot shivers of lust running down your spine. The light swinging of the balls in your sextoy heats your desire up with every step, so that your arousal is already running down the insides of your thighs. Let the beguiling smell of femininity exude.

You have to bite your lower lip in order not to whimper out loudly and your hands turns into fists, you wish, you could touch yourself for some relief. You’re so unbelievable desperate, even you would call yourself pathetic. But without his own instructions, Hoseok wouldn't find this funny at all and would punish you without any mercy for your indiscipline.

"How can I serve you, Master?" you ask quietly, your head lowered submissively, after stopping a few meters behind your dom. At first, Hoseok doesn't react until he slowly turns around after two minutes. "Why did you wait so long, Y/N? Why were you late?" he asks in a calm, demure tone. 

"I...I...", you start stuttering, looking for an excuse that doesn't sound as pathetic as the actual reason. That you were dreaming away and forgot the time. But Hoseok knows you and sees through your intentions immediately. 

He steps towards you, threatening you and overtowering your small frame. His aura is suddenly freezing cold and even if you can't see his face, you know that you would only find cold anger and displeasure in it.  How his jaw would be clench and his nostrils would be flaring as if he had actually problems to control himself. But his gaze is the most humiliating. 

Cold, icy dark brown, almost black eyes. Showing only resentment and disappointment. 

"Are you thinking about lying to me right now, Y/N?", he asks with a harsh and growling voice that has nothing in common with anything melodic anymore. You should have known never, really never lie to Mr. Jung Hoseok. 

"Answer me!", he groan angrily and impatiently, assessing you like a hungry predator. As soon as you admit you wanted to lie to him, he will pounce on you and tear you apart. But that's what makes you hot, you like to play with fire, you like to test your limits with him, love the thrill and excitement of being punished again. 

You’re so uncomfortable right in the moment, your gaze searches over shiny parquet floor, not daring to look up. You don't even know if you are allowed to. But this dangerous aura of Hoseok's dominance lets a little moan escape your throat. Lust takes over your body, taking every fiber of your whole being.

Finally you dare to look up carefully, but you doesn’t look him in the eye.  "I-I'm sorry, M-Master..." you mumble inaudibly. A sigh comes from your husband, who shakes his head. The moonlight shimmers in his hair, reminding you a bit of the velvety fur of a black panther. 

"...And I thought I reached you better. Why are you always so dreamy and inattentive? Is it that what you want? Do you long for punishments, my little swan?," he cooed as he approached you and grabbed your hair, pulling it not really gently back so you would look at him. His black eyes searching yours, looking inside you. He can read your mind you like an open book. 

He sees all your desires, your desires for him. The desire to submit to him and to let the dirtiest things be done to you. It makes you hot, it makes you horny. Pure desire, lust and despair pulsates through your body. Sexual need, the longing for sex, naughty play sessions, punishment and redemption dominates your mind and body.  A greedy fire of passive passion blazes hot inside you.

His gaze, which consumes everything of you, frees you with his eyes from the little bit of cloth, which you still carry on your body. Exposes and humiliates you. But you love to e under control of this dominant Korean man, following his will. The confirmation can be seen on your body, your arousal can almost be smelled. 

You want to swallow, but your body trembles with excitement like aspen leaves and a thin layer of sweat lies on your skin. The tight-fitting choker collar with its many details and chains reminds you at this moment more of a dog collar... It turns out for a good reason.

A pant leaves your full lips and you look at him with eyes, veiled in lust.  "Please punish me, Master! I-I want, I need to be punished for my stupidity! M-Make anything you want with me!" it bursts out of you, your voice trembles in lust. He begins to smile arrogantly and amusedly, releases your hair from his merciless grip and instead gently caresses your neck.  

"Good girl...", he says tenderly, praises you for having realized that you deserve an appropriate punishment for your misconduct. Suddenly he pushes your hair on your left shoulder, to get to the clasp of the chocker. Then something very cold hits your warm neck, causing you to flinch. You look up confused and discover a black leather leash, that is attached to your choker. Hoseok encourages you with an uninterpretable smile and tug on the leash.

"Come, my little.", he commands and you follow him well-behaved. A wild tingling sensation takes over your body and you are so curious to know what he has planned for you.  A lustful moaning escapes your mouth when you see where he is leading you.

To your pleasure room.

He opens the room quietly and you enjoy the smell that is still hanging in the air.  Suede, lacquer and a little bit more of the sparkling sweetness of your past play sessions. The light is dimmed, gives the whole thing an erotic-sensual touch. Your relationship is a little different.

Of course, he punishes you with tender slaps and spanks, tortures you until you die of sweet pain that’s paired up with irrepressible lust, but with you everything is based more on the balance of power. 

You enjoy being submissive, being given orders and being dominated. He loves to demonstrate his power to control you.  It doesn't have to have anything to do with physical pain, it's simply about the principle of power play. It excites you to be led and humiliated by him. To see his proud and superior, but also lustful smile.

Your master goes to the restored, antique-looking wing chair with the mahogany wooden feet. He sits down in it and straightens up in the armchair almost threateningly.  "On your knees," he says in a commanding tone, that is otherwise only found in the military and make an elegant gesture to you, to get down on your knees. 

Your heart makes a jump, his commanding voice only makes your pussy lips and clitoris swell even more. What would you give to have him eating you out. What... what would he do it if you’re literally offering yourself to him? But you do what you are ordered to, kneeling down to his feet and waiting for that what comes next.

"And now... lick them off", the order comes from above and he holds out his shiny polished brown suede shoe. You falter... You have to lick his shoes...? Unsure you look up to him with an questioning look. A nod of encouragement is returns to you. You swallow before carefully taking his left foot in your hands and holding it to your lips. 

This really makes you a bit uncomfortable and that's exactly why there is such a treacherous pull in your abdomen. Only more of your juice is flowing down your thigh. A little bit awkwardly you start to lick over the leather, getting over the time more and more eager and you end up enjoying it even in a precarious way.  The bitter taste of material is new for you, but with shy looks you squint at Hoseok, who obviously enjoys the sight. Lust seizes your body anew and you surrender completely to your humiliating punishment.

He grabs a handful of your hair and pulls you up a little. Between his legs, to his crotch. You look at him excitedly and this animal lust in his dark eyes says more than every word. 

Eagerly you open his trousers and pull down the waistband of his black shorts. His rock-hard cock jumps towards you and almost unrestrainedly you give yourself to his unspoken command. Licking all over this gorgeous shaft, massaging his balls and inhaling this musky scent of his groins. Pulling the foreskin back from his tip to give sweet kitten licks on his exposed crown. 

Hoseok's lustful look lies heavy on you, until he puts a hand on the back of your head and decides for himself what you do or don't do. He fucks your mouth in a controlled manner, guides your head and you enjoy the salty taste of his presumably on your nimble tongue. A muffled groan rises up Hoseok's throat before his cum runs down your throat. Willingly you swallow everything, licking lasciviously over your lips and give him a seductive look. You love that smug look on his face. 

"Such a good little swan you are for me...," he rewards you, gets up an lead you to the finally giant king-size bed, which is covered in black silk. 

He ties your leath tightly to the metal crossbars on the headboard so that you can hardly move. Exactly this fact causes a wave of electrifying lust flickers through you and you whimper willingly as you have to pull your knees up to your chest, as he ties your wrists with red rope to your ankles and attaches a spreader bar between your knees.  

He smiles smugly at you, your whole body is almost completely consumed by the pleasure you feel in being so exposed to him. His hand tenderly caresses your sweaty thigh and his fingertips play with your swollen clitoris. Then he clears his throat.  

"My little swan... You have mastered your punishment so well, now you may have the right to choose a reward... what would it be?" he asked tenderly and his dark lustblown pupils look into yours.  You tremble under his haunting gaze, your body soon burns from the inside out, such heat rages within you. The wish is already on your tongue, but your shame is still too big to say it out loud. 

"What do you wish, my beautiful swan?," Hoseok encouraged you with his dark, erotic voice and a... kinda diabolical smile. 

"Fuck me, Master! P-Please! I-I want you to stretch my tiny pussy open with your hard cock, I want you to be merciless, ruin me like you desire and fill me up with your thick cum!", you almost scream out with dark red cheeks. In that moment, he had pulled the lustballs out of you, with only one single tug.

You breath quickly, panting almost like a dog bitch in heat. Laying open, completely helpless and so vulnerable in front of him. Presented like a meal on a silver tablet. His meal, his prey. Your wolf is starving, licking his lips with an aminalistic and devilish smile at the sight of your parted pussy lips. Revealing his most desired things, this swollen and sensitive clit and this pretty tiny pussyhole. Clenching around nothing, literally begging to get filled with his fat cock and stuffed up with his cum until it’s leaking out of his little sweet swan.

Without any warning Hoseok sinks mercilessly and deeply into you, didn’t let you adjust to his long and girthy length. The rhythm is hard and fast. It’s exactly what you were begging for. Lust has taken over your mind and there was no room for shame. Hoseok pants heavily and bury himself deeper and deeper into you, reaching your cervix what let you cry out in pain and pleasure. You hardly know how to handle your lust, it feels like as if everything is already too much but still not enough to pleasure the greedy desire in your body. He fucks you so good, you’re overflowing with juices.

Your pussy makes lewd squelching sounds, these noise turns you on beyond belief and let your desperate cunt literally dripping onto the sheets. The smell of primal, animalistic and uninhibited sex is hanging heavily in the air.  Hoseok's white dress shirt gets sweat stains and this sight, this feeling of his pure lust makes you float.

You’re getting closer and closer in no time. The fact of getting brutally used only for Hoseok’s own pleasure let your own lust increase, building it higher and higher into the sky. The thought alone to know, that he’ll take you this night definitely to the point of pure exhaustion gets you high. Yes, maybe you are a nymphomaniac, but at this moment you want nothing more than to get fucked and breeded by Hoseok like the cockslut you truly are.

Your body burns, is ablaze with light and finally... finally that moment comes when all that pent-up lust bursts out of you. Your body trembles and you scream, whimpering out the lust of your orgasm. The world explodes before your inner eye in the most beautiful colors.

Only a few minutes later, Hoseok is already sitting in front of you again, smiling devilishly and watching his cum slowly dripping out of you. 

The night has just begun.

Yes, you are the fallen angel who has fallen to the devil. 

You are the white swan who fell victim to the black wolf.

#tipsydipsydo #bts writing #btswritersnet #bangtanhq #hopeworldnet #hyungsmutsociety #dom! hoseok #bts smut #tipsy was always kinky af #bts x reader #kinky since birth xD #kpop smut #hoseok smut #ceo hoseok #hoseok x reader #kinky tipsy

[shorkbrian]

ASKS

Hello again, asks are compiled under the cut. Please block the tag #shorkbrian answers a lot of asks# If you’d prefer not to see these types of posts from me. If I haven’t answered your ask, it’s because I’m saving it for a thirst, drabble, or fic.

I don’t ignore asks, but sometimes getting around to them overwhelms me lol. pls accept my apologies lol k here we go

I am very glad, I legit was so scared that it was too long and that it’d be disappointing bc the smut wasn’t super IN YOUR FACE yknow? But man am I glad to hear that.

I’m looking directly @ you

Someone noticed omg!!!  A lot of times I just put whatever song I played on repeat while writing that fit, but I have a *yandere* playlist that I listen to and it gets me going. Ty for noticing!!!

I’ve considered opening them permanently but I just... idek. I’d have to start deleting or ignoring the requests I don’t vibe with and Idk how to handle that lol. But thanks for the well wishes, hope your next few months treat you well friend!

Watermelon sugar why

Srsly you’re sweet but just wait until I start to really get going with all my nasty kinks okay, then you’ll be rethinking this strategy hunty lol!

I literally stalk @.vermiliren and @.kazooli and @.seita lol. Maybe when I get my blog more cleaned up, I’ll create a list of creators that I enjoy, along with fic recs. For now, here’s a link to my AO3 bookmarks which I read one like almost every single night bc I’m a horny gremlin.

I am the shark king. Sharks are my thing bro u don’t even know. I love them so much, they're dumb and big and beautiful and yeah I wish I was a mermaid who got to swim with them. Also I changed it bc I’m trying to make my blog more *professional* and all that so I can start being taken seriously askjakjdf

Compliments suck, if I'm being down and out honest. This does not bother me at all, I’m just unsure how to respond. I think I would prefer no comments, but I’m trying really really hard to just say “thank you!” and move on before I get uncomfortable. Having to fight with someone about how I perceive my self worth is exhausting, and especially so for the poor person that was just trying to say something nice and be nice to me. 

They do make me quite uncomfortable my dear lad/lassie/lasso. Say what you wish in the tags tho ! I don’t really reply to those, so there’s no pressure on me to have to say something back. I do however, see all the tags ppl use and some of them make me laugh so hard cause they’re so spot on, and it makes my day. like “Mark me down as scared AND horny” and “Bakugou better be able to bench 165 cause imma throw my fatass in his mf lap” and it kills me.

I SCEREAMED AKDHGSYDGASJSD this is the only format I'll be taking asks in now, no compliments just a yes/no answer to if my works help u cum god bless

you used the /gen!!!!! IDK what these are called but the /S and /gen and /J save my life!!!!

Frick you’ve figured me out, I do try to put like a nail-in-the-coffin sentence at the end. A lot of times it never works right, but I cannot for the life of my figure out how to end a single post ever. If anyone knows hmu pls ty

(Also ps I checked out ur blog cause yans are my jam and it is very much Not garbage!!)

That’s very kind of you, but pls don’t stay up past midnight it’s bad for ur Brian you’ll make bad decisions bro trust me all of my stuff is written after midnight

You will lafff..... but I will tell anyways..... I was prescribed a “life coach” after I got out of the hospital, which was really just a poorly disguised softcore “make sure u don’t yeet urself” type of thing. He had me write down things I liked about myself, and when I returned the sheet of paper still blank, he wrote stuff down for me. Like five sentences of “My hair and skin are unique and special” “I like animals and enjoy being kind to them” “I am worthy of respect” etc etc. and I had to look in a mirror twice a day and say those sentences to help “boost my self worth”. It sucked so bad dude, and I like got upset about it every time it came up, until finally my therapist was like “... this aint doin this sad bitch no good” and my parents got designated for yeet watch instead.

I know, logically, that (the majority of) people are not purposefully taking time out of their day to make me feel bad. They're trying to be encouraging and loving, and I appreciate it so much. But like... what do I say? If I say thanks, it’s almost like acknowledging what they're saying as true, and I can’t live with myself thinking I’m more than I am. I’m sorry you’ve had experiences that make compliments difficult for you also, I understand bro and I hope that your future holds healing and peace for you. 

Hopefully I won’t vent as much anymore lol, I’ll try to do that on my sideblog where I reblog really trigger-y memes akjdafhkjf. But thank you for your kind words bro, they’re appreciated and put in a nice lil jar.

Ah dw! This doesn’t sound like a jab. I think all of us r so sad n depressed and feel unworthy of love, so the fantasy of a Yan coming and forcing it on us and not leaving even when we lash out is just..... so attractive my heads gonna explode

me, thinking about kiri at any given moment like:

I have the next Hybrid! Kiri fic like lined up, but I’m so demotivated be I was SO CLOSE to finishing, and then wiped my computer like an IDITO

Waso, I’m taking horseback riding lessons bc my mom went:

and my grandpa told me that one of his horses was named Awaso and I immediately thot of u fun fact. But you’re so very kind, and I enjoy seeing you in my inbox. I’m never tired of u homie. You are loved and important, and it’s not an illusion. Even random strangers on the internet can feel soft towards you bro, and dats me, I’m the random stranger that likes u.

So I took Russian for a year, my dear friend, because I wanted to see if the language myth of “Russian is the hardest, Korean is the easiest” was true. I would say yes. So instead of like translating this and typing out a coherent response, I’ve resorted to google translate I’m so sorry but Виктор мог плюнуть мне в глаз, и я бы поблагодарил его. Also, the way Vitya is written in cryllic makes my heart swell it looks so cozy idek what I mean by that but it does? I treasure you man, hope to see you around in the new year and maybe??? we be good friends

Can any year be good when Kirishima Eijirou doesn’t exist?

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I just imagine anyone who comes across my stuff, sitting at their computer shocked and slightly horrified, maybe turned on like

Daddy Aizawa makes me

Wait!! I have something to aid your troubles!!

ur welcome now u can be horny whenever you’d like 

pls every time we talk about Kirishima I have to act surprised like 

LISTEN BBYGORL I have had therapist Suga in the works since *checks notes* November. I am excited for it yeahhhhhh but sadly, I don’t think I will be continuing piano teacher Suga. The story is petered out in my mind, idk where it would go. Therapist sugarbird tho? We have some thots about this. Coming soon to theaters near you

#shorkbrian answers a lot of asks #pls block that tag if you don't want to see these kinds of posts #inbox was getting fulll #tysvm for continuing to support me

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내일 봐 - lee taeyong

pairing: tattooartist!taeyong x genderneutral!reader, exhighschoolsweetheart!au genre: FLUFF, angst if you squint a bit, slice of life word count: 3.6k synopsis: as lee taeyong counts the days until he brings his tattoo studio to seoul, he finds that life might have additional plans for him. lowercase intended.

note: the title can be translated to “see you tomorrow” from korean :) p.s., happy belated birthday, taeyong!

1/3 OF THE INKLING STUDIOS MINISERIES - MASTERLIST

SEOUL, THREE AM.

you give the dark tea another stir before handing it to taeyong.

“i still can’t believe you turned up at my place at three in the morning.”

“long time no see to you too.” the man is sitting on your couch, nodding as if tipping a nonexistent hat.

the air is thin and quiet, the humid summer rain giving a coolness to the endless heat from earlier in the day. you can’t tell what you’re feeling right now, as you’ve just been awakened by what you initially thought was a stranger.

but lee taeyong was no stranger.

“so, welcome to seoul,” you breathe, lazily leaning onto the arm of the couch, your legs folded to your chest.

there’s a whiff of awkwardness in the conversation (probably because it’s literally three in the morning) but you ignore it. just like how you willingly ignore your need to go back to sleep for some man you could call your highschool sweetheart.

what a hopeless romantic, you thought.

yet, today, you find that hopeless romantics aren’t completely hopeless. hopeless romantics like taeyong seem to come back with new clothes, brighter hair, and a new sleeve of art on their right arm. hopeless romantics like taeyong seem to come back sporting personalised baggage and gucci belts while still respecting the slides they owned in high school. hopeless romantics like taeyong seem to act like seven years are two seconds but treat the four hours between breakfast and lunch like a whole decade.

he hasn’t changed a bit.

as taeyong gets comfortable in the safety of your grey, cushioned couch, you take turns with him sharing random moments in your seven years apart from each other, filling each other in on the gap of time.

soon, it’s five in the morning, and you’re making a third cup of tea.

“hey,” you speak, breaking a bit of the silence in the room, “what made you text me?”

taeyong leans back into the arm of the couch and brings his backpack to his stomach, quickly taking out a number of envelopes.

“i found these,” taeyong holds them up with a hand, “three days ago.”

THREE DAYS TO SEOUL, and lee taeyong hasn’t started packing his bags. he’s in his flat, a pair of sweats and a loose tee oddly matching his pink cotton candy hair. now he stands in his bare room, the wall decor and furniture already packed and shipped over the globe. in the corner of the room lay the bed that came with the place, seemingly blending into the faded white walls of the room.

across the bed was his wardrobe, half-empty and left with a collection of sweatpants, sweatshirts, and jewellery. with the large suitcase open wide in the middle of the living room, taeyong’s slender figure leans on one of the doors of the wardrobe, staring into the assortment of sewn fabrics on the shelves of the wardrobe like working on a sudoku puzzle.

with a deep breath, taeyong slowly begins to look through his clothes, folding them from their hangers and transporting them from his bedroom to the large suitcase in his living room. starting from the jewellery he hid in various hoodie and sweatpants pockets to the five pairs of shoes he’d have to wrap with extra bubble wrap, packing was no easy feat.

but of course, he had to pack. it wasn’t hard; it was tedious. knowing that he wanted to get it over with to make room for relaxation for his last two days in this city, taeyong had tried to suppress any urges to try on a lost pair of earrings or reminisce on the story behind an old hoodie.

yet all that flew away when he found a small bunch of papers stowed away at the bottom of one of his hoodie drawers, the faded ink still resembling handwriting he so easily recognised.

yours.

when you had left to seoul for college seven years ago, taeyong remembers how you promised to send him letters every third sunday of each month. it went on for a year, and now in his hands he held eleven opened envelopes (apparently one of them got lost in shipping).

the envelopes were always the same; beige with old-fashioned bamboo illustrations on the bottom left corner, decorated with a long strip of green washi tape at the top, wrapping it around the envelope twice to make sure nothing would fall out.

as taeyong peers into one of the identical envelopes, he finds that you hadn’t just sent letters. you sent old concert tickets, used bus passes, and vanishing receipts. he could barely read any of the tickets or receipts, but when he found that you had sent a polaroid on one of them, taeyong found his heart pulling at the sight of a younger you.

the polaroid was taken in july six years ago, the month taeyong turned nineteen. it was you, seated in a dim lit restaurant with your new friends, a drink in hand and eyes to the camera. looking at the polaroid, he could make out the faint sound of your laugh in his ears, recalling how you’d clutch your stomach and throw your head back.

taeyong chuckles at the remnants he has of you, and he skims through the letters you sent. each month told him the most random encounters and happenings in your daily life, so much so that it felt like listening on a genuine conversation when reading your letters. taeyong suddenly remembers that he had sent letters in reply when a number of your letters started mentioning things that happened to him while he was in art school, making him scoff at how romantically old-fashioned the two of you insisted on being.

taeyong smiles warmly as his slim fingers carefully fold back the tenth letter into its envelope, taking the eleven packages in one hand and placing them back where he found them.

until he finds another one.

this time, rather than beige, it’s pink; almost orange. no washi tape around the top of bamboo illustrations, just two barely readable addresses and his name. it’s sealed, and although the feeling of it is new, he could tell by the ruined writing and the stiff texture that it had been wet, dry, crinkled, and straight.

so taeyong furrows his eyebrows in surprise before carefully slipping a fingernail between the sealed folds of the envelope in an attempt to open it cleanly. inside, he finds nothing more than what he’s already found before; tickets, pictures, and a letter. this time, the letter is short and written on a faded cream notepad, ripped at the top.

rough ride through shipping, it seems.

when taeyong reads it, he finds that the stains from the front of the page had gone all the way through the ink on the letter as well. he could read nothing. while it was unclear why he hadn’t opened the letter before, it seemed that it was the last letter of the year.

taeyong’s eyes try their best to perform some sort of inhuman scanning (it doesn’t work) only to find a sequence of numbers and a five-letter sentence at the edge of the paper, right before you signed your name: “meet me in seoul someday.”

taeyong sighs at the sentiment, knowing that even he had forgot about you amidst those years. and if he, some imaginative hopeless romantic, forgot, then what would that make you? you two had lost contact so naturally that one might have thought it was fate. 

he’s sure you’ve fallen in love with someone in the span of those seven years, yet a small excitement pooled in his stomach. he doesn’t know if you’ll still call him yours.

but he can try.

with that, taeyong saves the number on the paper and texts a quiet “hey”, fingers crossed in hoping that you still used that number.

he couldn’t believe it when you called him that day.

TWO DAYS TO SEOUL, and the thought of lee taeyong has just crossed your mind for the umpteenth time today.

you had called him all of last night after receiving a short “hey” in text, followed by an “it’s lee taeyong”. while your initial reaction was pleasant surprise, you’re not sure why your heart has begun to swell every time you hear the same ding on your phone at the thought of your so-called high school sweetheart (you have to constantly remind yourself that there’s sixteen-hour time difference between you and him).

you feel sixteen again. 

and you come to wonder why - at first glance, lee taeyong doesn’t seem to be the romantic type. with his bright pink hair and right sleeve full of colourful tattoos, the man carries himself with a striking presence, a sharp voice, and sharper eyes. yet, there’s a quiet delicateness that is almost always overlooked.

almost.

it’s a long story, but you had always seen him around since you moved from seoul to portland in middle school. he was in your mandarin class, and for a year you remembered him as the boy who’d sneak in korean words in a “chinese” accent to cover up any vocabulary he didn’t know. it was funny, really, until the school switched your then indifferent mandarin teacher with a younger, more adamant man in his mid-thirties.

you didn’t see taeyong for a while after the seventh grade. it was only until the first day of your second semester, freshman year of high school, that he walked in with his now trademark pink hair. you remember everyone in your friend group whispering little sentences between is he allowed to do that? and looks like an alien as a way to cover up that, really, he just looked super cool.

and super intimidating, all of a sudden.

suddenly everyone had noticed him, and yet even less people wanted to talk to him. countless rumours went around, of course, but you could only remember the craziest three off the top of your head: one, he had fucked the new visual arts teacher into giving him an a+ all throughout sophomore year (he always went to the art room after school hours for some reason); two, he worked at one of the strip clubs downtown because one time he turned up to class with a full vintage balenciaga getup that cost more than 4000 dollars (you still weren’t sure how much the staff at strip clubs made, but you almost believed it); three, he had a big, fat crush on the school’s basketball team captain, james ramos (in retrospect, you think it might have been james who had a crush on taeyong - after all, james was the one constantly calling on taeyong).

you didn’t think much of the rumours until you had to spend an awful lot of time with him in the art room after school, when one assignment in visual arts had you feeling stumped. knowing your parents, they weren’t going to let you off so easily, especially for art, as they deemed it one of the “easier subjects”.

from slowly getting to know him, you learned that he had an a+ in art class because of the way he somehow managed to turn traditional techniques into something of his own; that his vintage balenciagas were actually hand me downs he altered from his mom; and that james ramos had tried to kiss him after a district match, and when taeyong politely declined, james felt the sudden need to point fingers at taeyong.

above all the rumours, taeyong was a good friend.

taeyong made you remember all the afternoons cooped up in the shadow-paned art room, the orange sunset crossing his face with soft streaks of faded sunlight. taeyong made sure you had something to munch on while you were working, and taeyong was there to understand your work when it felt like everyone else including yourself despised every stroke and splash on the canvas.

and even after you had let your disappointment wash away in your painting that term, you still stayed by the art room. some days he would be on his nintendo 3ds, and some days he’d sneak in warm pretzels that made the paints smell like cheese and cinnamon the following week.

taeyong was a good friend. 

he was a friend until one chilly afternoon brought your lips to his and he did what you thought would never happen: he kissed you back. he held your jaw gently with his fingers while his other hand circled around your wrist, keeping you with him in a moment you still didn’t feel was real. you remember his mouth had tasted of the chocolate you had dipped your churros in, the awkward moulding of your lips bearable because your heart was beating a mile a minute and you could care less about a sloppy kiss.

everything and nothing changed since then: you kept eating pretzels inside the art room, he kept playing his nintendo 3ds; but there was a little rush that came into your chest whenever you saw him across the hall or in class. slowly, walking side-by-side turned into intertwined hands and goodbye hugs turned into goodbye kisses, and that was when he asked you out. 

of course, the art room wasn’t your dating spot to do whatever you pleased. inevitably, more and more kids needed to use the art room. 

but as soon as you started to feel bummed out about it, you found taeyong waiting by your seventh period class, ready to take you downtown. and it just became like that.

it was unknown cafés, study dates and city lights all year round. he would take you to art exhibitions and say nothing before he’d walk you home just to climb through your window two hours later. and you remember specifically, while he laid on your bed, staring at the dim glow-in-the-dark stars on your ceiling, he poured out all his hopes and dreams for the future: ones full of colour and freedom and artistry. he told it slow, and he told it all. 

he told you while he dozed off into sleep, his arm tucking you right next to him as his drowsy words faded into your bedroom.

now, when he tells you he’s bringing his tattoo studio across the globe, you can’t stop the wide smile that spreads itself across your face. and when he asks to stay over at your place for his first week in the city, your mind starts to unpack all the feelings you had stowed away for so long.

and you can’t get him out of your mind.

ONE DAY TO SEOUL, and lee taeyong is starting to think his coming to seoul is just the universe’s way of making him come back to you.

with your letters in his backpack and his phone in his pocket, taeyong wanders the airport’s transit area in search of a vending machine for some chips. he’s all too familiar with the blue carpet and metal seats, and it’s not because he’s travelled - it’s because of you.

it’s weird, he thinks, so many things he sees on a daily basis now remind him of you. first it was his phone, then his hoodie, and now this entire airport terminal. he’s nervous for seoul, mostly because of his studio, but there’s always that light heaviness in his chest when you come across his mind. 

the only memories he has of you are those where you were eighteen and a fresh high school graduate, spending the summer at his place almost every day to make up for your inevitable break up. 

looking at you - or, what he remembers of you - he knew everything was changing. or at least, about to. high school sweethearts and all, he knew you were prepared to want to forget about him. you were prepared to be shipped off to seoul, the breakup conversation leaving nothing but a short and bitter aftertaste before freedom washed over.

you never were prepared.

maybe somewhere along the line you two made the compromise that didn’t give you the need to be prepared. you could stay - get admitted into the same school as he did, live together, work together. but who was taeyong to suddenly change all you’ve told your parents the day you arrived in portland? you weren’t going to art school. life wasn’t a movie, and taeyong truly cursed it for not being one.

taeyong shrugs his thoughts away as he nears a vending machine on the outside of the gate, wallet clutched in hand. though it was a bit disappointing that they didn’t have the sour cream chips he was going for, the man opted for some water to make him feel a little less dead after all that flying.

when taeyong walks back to his seat, he finds that the reason why he remembers you so much lies on the tip of his tongue, but he’s not sure if he wants to admit it just yet.

it does make him think a bit. he’s been with people after you, yet there just seemed to be something different when it came to you. taeyong thinks it’s just first-love residue, and he’s probably right, but what’s the shame in basking in cheesy letters and nostalgia? 

technically, you two never broke up, never said goodbye, never saw each other again. one day you were waking up in his room on a summer morning, and the next, you were waking up at an airport, alone, never getting the chance to truly say goodbye. a familiar frustration comes back to taeyong’s gut as he wonders what could have been had your parents not dragged you on an earlier flight without his or your knowledge.

a loud announcement is heard through the room, interrupting taeyong’s thoughts. his second flight has been delayed for another two hours. 

taeyong takes his phone out of his pocket, checking the time. great. jet-lagged, half-awake, and hungry.

“whatever,” taeyong mutters under his breath, shoving all those stray feelings in the back of his head. taeyong decides he’d rather deal with them when he actually sees you in person. for now, rest.

but he can’t sleep, so instead he unlocks his phone, and to his surprise, he finds a text from you:

“see you tomorrow :)”

SEOUL, SIX AM.

taeyong finds that there isn’t much of a difference between high school you and adult you. maybe there is, and taeyong hasn’t noticed yet through his jet-lag.

but he knows you.

slowly, taeyong stands from his seat on the couch and walks towards the kitchen, where you were making yourself another cup of tea. his presence is noticeable, and though it’s new, it’s far from uncomfortable. you carry on, taking the jar of sugar from a cupboard, feeling him lean on the table right behind you. 

“how’s your studio?” you chirp, starting conversation.

you hear him stir, “i’m going to the building tomorrow,” he begins, “i’ve been in contact with some of the staff for a while now, so i’m hoping everything just goes as planned.”

as you watch the sugar dissolve into the tea, you take the cup in both your hands, “maybe i could visit sometime? i’ve never-”

you turn around to find taeyong standing only inches away from you. you freeze momentarily, eyes looking into his, your speech cutting mid-sentence. he stands idly, shoulders relaxed, and starts to look down at the dark liquid in your cup, watching it whir slowly. you follow his gaze before picking up your sentence, “i’ve never gotten a tattoo before.”

shyly, you brush it off and slowly walk out of the kitchen. taeyong purses his lips.

“i could take you with me tomorrow.”

you stop in your steps. your feel your cheekbones raise at his words, and you find yourself turning back to him. the interaction is stiff, but with every step towards the man you decide it’s both far too late and far too early to be worrying about that. 

so you kiss him. sweetly.

reminiscent of your first kiss with him, he kisses back, his fingertips ghosting the side of your jaw, leaning into your faint touch. it’s fresh, and this time, it isn’t sloppy. he kisses you softly, his lips carrying experience and a humble confidence not found seven years ago.

when you pull away, you’re glad you hadn’t spilled your tea all over his and your shirt, your tongue gliding over your bottom lip as if processing the kiss.

“it’s been a while, huh?” you joke, feeling a blush rise up in your cheeks, and taeyong laughs along.

“i still can’t believe i’m really here with you,” taeyong says, holding you closer. you only hope he feels the same warmth you’re feeling in your chest. 

there’s so much more you want to tell taeyong, and some part of you is convinced you should stay up and skip work for the day just for him. 

but right now, between having too many words and none at all, you settle for four.

“i’ve missed you too.”

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[aer-in-wanderland]

구미호뎐 | Tale of the Nine Tailed - Ji Ah’s Fate & the Korean Mythology Surrounding It (requested by @kestrel-of-herran)

Ask: One of the most fascinating things for me is the prophecy the fortune teller told Ji Ah when she gave him the fox bead. I feel like that's important foreshadowing for the drama's ending. How would you translate and interpret that?

Note: words/terms left in Korean require context and will be discussed below.

EP06 The Four Pillars of Fate - Ji Ah Trades the Fox Bead

Ji Ah: I’ll repay this eunhye no matter what, please? 

Fortune Teller: Okay, okay! You were a princess in your past life, do you think you’re a princess now? You think if you whine enough you can have anything. Ei! Your hand. Give me thine hand. (Ji Ah extends her right hand). Left hand!

Ji Ah: (changing hands) Left hand. 

Fortune Teller: You were born with a very special saju weren’t you! Water and fire vie on par, earth is clouded, but metal will subdue it, so though darkness should surround you (literally: all four directions, heaven, and earth), a moon rises in your sky. 

Ji Ah: I’m not sure what you mean...?

Fortune Teller: You have the fox bead! For that is your moon.

Ji Ah: Excuse me?

Fortune Teller: Give to me the fox bead. Even without a moon, your saju is overflowing enough. Therefore...!

Ji Ah: I’ll give it to you! I don’t believe in such things as palja. 

Fortune Teller: The deal...has been accepted. 

Ji Ah: Pardon? Already?

Fortune Teller: Your palm lines. Your palm lines have changed. 

(Note: I translated this working from the raw, so I haven’t seen the subs to be able to comment on them). 

Eunhye (은혜)

Commonly translated as a ‘favor’ or ‘debt,’ ‘eunhye’ is distinct from both of these both linguistically and conceptually. When Yeon says that foxes are obligated to repay ‘debts,’ he’s actually talking about eunhye. ‘Debt’ is another word entirely (빚) and it does appear occasionally. The two are distinct. The glowing ring bonds formed between Yeon and Ah Eum, and Rang and Sajang are both manifestations of eunhye. 

One Korean folktale in which eunhye features famously is the tale of the Grateful Magpies (은혜갚은 까치, literally: ‘the magpies who repaid their eunhye’). Shin Joo refers to this in EP02 when Yeon tells him about returning Ji Ah’s eyesight to her even after she tranquilized him:

Shin Joo: And you’re saying you just let her go? And returned her sight, too? 

Yeon: Since rules are rules.

Shin Joo: It’s not as if we’re magpies meticulously repaying our eunhye! Geez, how long do we have to be bound by that sort of premodern contractual relationship?

Eunhye is difficult to translate but can be approximated as ‘help or favor (as in ‘to favor someone’) given willingly.’ In my mind, rather than a debt which is a negative concept, eunhye is more of a positive concept. There’s a voluntary, good faith/good will element to it. So you’re ‘indebted’ as the result of a good deed done for you. Except it’s not so voluntary if you’re a gumiho, apparently. 

In contrast, when Yeon tells Eodukshini, ‘I’ll repay this debt shortly,’ in EP08 (could also be translated sarcastically as ‘I’ll return the favor shortly’), he uses the actual word for debt (빚) - no good will to be had here on either side. 

Saju Palja (사주팔자）

Literally ‘four pillars eight characters’ (四柱八字), commonly translated as the ‘four pillars of destiny/fate.’ The concept comes from the Chinese astrological concept that a person’s destiny or fate can be divined by the two sexagenary cycle characters assigned to their birth year, month, day, and hour. For more on that, I’ll refer you to Wikipedia. ;) 

In EP02, when Yeon asks Taluipa to look into whether Ji Ah’s parents are alive or dead, he has Ji Ah text him their saju (birth dates and times). 

I’m not sure how palmistry fits in with the concept, and am no expert in astrology, western or eastern, so I can’t offer any interpretation of the fortune teller’s prophecy, but if anyone wants to try looking into it I’d be intrigued to hear what you find. Apparently, the writer spent 2.5 years on the script, so I wouldn’t be surprised to find out that there’s actual meaning behind it. 

The Fox Bead (여우 구슬)

Fox beads are a common earmark of gumiho lore in both Korea and Japan (and probably China, too, but I don’t know enough Chinese to speak to that). In most tellings I’ve encountered, a fox can’t live without their bead, but that doesn’t appear to be the case for Yeon. I was also intrigued by the following exchange he has with the Magistrate in EP06:

Yeon: That’s the Mirror of the Moon. Do you mean to harm (literally: catch) a human with one of the four great mountain gods’ four great treasures meant to protect all creation? 

Magistrate: And so, did your fox bead protect all of creation? Or did it protect one person?

To my thinking, this implies that Yeon’s fox bead is being attributed to his status as a mountain god as much as it is to his being a fox. None of our other foxes seem to have one, but none of them are gumiho (gu = nine, ie. the number of tails), much less cheonho (heavenly foxes) like Yeon. 

I’m actually a little unclear on this front as well. According to the excerpt from the Hyeonjoong’gi (玄中記) at the start of the first episode, foxes that live to be a hundred can take human form and foxes that live to be a thousand become cheonho. Shin Joo is obviously at least 600 years old but he doesn’t appear to be anywhere near Yeon’s caliber (or even Rang’s who is half human), something he says himself, and in the spin-off he only had one tail. Yoo Ri is younger still. It’s unclear to me whether they will ‘level up' if they live long enough, or if they will never be as powerful as Yeon, regardless of how long they live. I get the sense it’s the latter. Both Yeon and Shin Joo have said that Yeon was of a different caliber from the very beginning (in EP02 and EP03, respectively). 

Finally, we haven’t been told much about the fox bead’s powers other than emitting an aura only Yeon can see (sometimes) and suppressing Imoogi inside of Ji Ah. I’m hoping we see it again before the series wraps, but not convinced they’ll have time to recover it given everything else that needs to happen.

On another note, based on the preview for EP15, it appears that the Magistrate’s Mirror of the Moon will be coming back into play. My guess is that Imoogi is going to steal it from the Magistrate and use it on Taluipa. She was shown turned to stone in the background while Yeon and Terry-Imoogi fight. That’s originally her power, so I think Imoogi may use the mirror against her similarly to how the Magistrate ‘absorbed’ the sword Yeon sent flying at him and re-directed it at Ji Ah. 

The Jeo Seung Shi Wang (저승 시왕)

The Ten Kings of the Afterlife (jeo-seung-shi-wang) [저승 시왕], as they’re known in the drama, are more commonly called the Ten Kings of the Underworld (myeong-bu-shi-wang) [명부 시왕・冥府十王]. In the subs they appear as the Afterlife Judges, which is accurate in that this is one of the key roles that they perform. As we're told in EP13, the fortune teller is actually one of them. 

Yeon: What’s the word? That fortune teller, did you find out about him?

Snail Bride: I’ve been asking around via our patrons. 

Yeon: He didn’t seem to be just another low-level native (Korean) god. What’s the geezer’s deal?

Snail Bride: This seems like just a baseless rumour, but there was talk that one of the Ten Kings of the Afterlife who rule over hell leaves his position without notice at odd times.

Yeon: Heh...Interesting. In any case, relay any news you hear about that geezer to me as soon as you hear it. 

While the Snail Bride seems to doubt the validity of the rumour, Yeon appears confident it’s true. He later relays this to Team Fox at their strategy meeting:

Yeon: Do you remember the fortune teller we met at the Korean Folk Village?

Ji Ah: Of course I remember! (Shooting Rang a dirty look) Because of someone [your] fox bead was stolen from us.

Rang: I heard rumour he’s a major big shot. Is it true?

Yeon: He’s one of the Ten Kings of Hell. 

Rang: What?!

Yeon: They say he’s also in possession of the Uiryeong’geom (geom = sword). 

Rang: No way~

Jae Hwan: What’s the Uiryeong’geom?

Shin Joo: It’s a sword that cuts evil (literally: sins). 

Jae Hwan: Cuts...evil, you said?

Shin Joo: It’s sword they say was made in ancient days by King Yeomra himself from a branch he broke off of the Uiryeongsu (su = tree) that weighs sins. But, didn’t that disappear from the world several thousand years ago? 

Yeon: (Shaking his head) Uh-uh. The Snail Bride just picked it up.

As you may recall, the Ten Kings are the ones who put a celestial hit on Rang which led Yeon to track him down and pretend to kill him (thanks for the angst), and they’re the ones who passed judgement on Yeon after he killed the mudang (shamanness) and sentenced him to time in the Snow Mountain Prison. 

It appears that there was some confusion going around that the fortune teller is King Yeomra. Given the above dialogue, I can see where people may have understood his possession of the sword to indicate that, and, in truth, we don’t know which of the Ten Kings he is. That being said, I think if King Yeomra was frequently vacating his post without notice, someone would have said something. I also think Yeomra is a big enough name that if it were him they would’ve just come out and said so. Yeomra is also Taluipa’s brother so she, at least, would know. My assumption was that he was one of the other, less well known kings. 

To conclude, this has all been a long way of saying that I have no idea what Ji Ah’s palja will mean for her fate. What I can provide is a little context. I’m not familiar with the sword, and it doesn’t turn up when I google it, so I suspect it was invented for the purpose of the show. Whether it remains a red herring until the end or shows up in the final hour remains to be seen. 

#tale of the nine tailed #nam ji ah #korean mythology #ask #totnt #구미호뎐 #남지아 #my translations #kestrel-of-herran #totnt ask

[psychedellic-phase]

Fifteen (pt 5)

A/N: I had a little mental block when trying write this one! I think it worked out in the end but better is coming ! I promise. Enjoyy :)

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Word count: 3.4k

tw: none, fluff :)

Spencer didn’t dream about you. When he woke up, he was sweaty and disoriented and had no recollection of the dreams he had. He fell asleep next to the box fully clothed, his arm thrown across where you should have been. In those first few moments of morning when you aren’t quite sure where you are or who you are, he reached around for you and found nothing but emptiness. 

‘Emptiness? No that can’t be right. She was right here.’ 

Just as he thought it, the truth occurred to him. 

‘She was never here. Just the box. Wait, the box. Where is the box?’

He shot up quickly, getting a little dizzy, and frantically looked around the room. He saw that he had knocked the box over while he slept and the contents were scattered all over the floor. He groaned and went to pick everything up. His hands found all the items and he put them away carefully, not peeking. He didn’t want to ruin the surprise. When everything was put back where it belonged, he sighed and sat on his bed, staring longingly out the window. 

It was barely 6 am and the sun had risen, but he couldn’t see it behind the thick gray clouds that lined the sky. It was snowing. Not a rare thing to see in Virginia, but it was very appropriate for this day. You loved snow, wintertime, the holidays, all of it. You even tried to get him to go skiing with you a few times, which he refused to do. He is extremely clumsy in nature and would definitely hurt himself or someone else if he tried. It’s a miracle they even let him carry a gun. Besides, he’s more suited to drinking hot cocoa in the lodge by a fire. The cold is much less forgiving to him. Growing up in Vegas made him partial to the heat. Even though he had lived on the East coast for many years, he’d still complain anytime the temperature dropped below 40 and bundle up in a wool coat and scarf.  Your New England roots on the other hand, taught you to handle the cold much better. When he’d complain about being freezing, you would tell him that he had no idea what real cold was like, and when you would complain about the heat he’d return the sentiment. 

He left the box on the bed and took a shower. He needed to wash everything from the last day off.  It was therapeutic to just stand in the hot water and let it burn slightly, reminding him he could still feel. This had been so emotionally draining; he could barely remember the last time he cried so much. Today he just felt numb, barely bothering to put on more than sweatpants, but somehow mustering up enough energy to make a pot of coffee. He had a feeling he’d need the whole thing to get through the next twelve letters. Each one felt heavier in his hands than the previous did, and each cut a little deeper too. With a cup of coffee in hand, he fished around for envelope #4. 

“Spence, this next one is special. You’ll know why the second you pick it up. #4: The Book of Margery Kempe.”

He smiled and ran his hands over the book, his mother’s favorite. The spine was bent like it’d been cracked open many times, and the pages were worn and well read. He could tell it was your personal copy because of the dog-eared pages. You always did that, making him grimace every time you creased the corner of a page. 

“You could just use a bookmark, Y/N,” He’d say, earning an eye roll from you. 

“A book should look like it’s been read, that’s why I buy paperbacks and write in them! I want anyone who picks up something I’ve read to feel how much I loved it, that way they love it too.” 

That comment always made him smile, “Fine, just don’t do it to any of my books.”

“Don’t worry Dr. Reid, I only do it to my personal collection.”

The memory felt warm and inviting, but ended quickly. Instead, he grabbed the book, the letter, and his coffee and sat at the chess table he had pushed against a window. He wanted to see the snow while he read, just to feel closer to you.  

“I bought for our flight to Vegas, the trip where I met your mother for the first time. You mentioned Kempe was her favorite, and I so badly wanted to impress her. I know she’s...well she’s her. But you’re her pride and joy, Spence, I didn’t want to disappoint her. Or disappoint you for that matter. Remember when you asked? 

“I’d like you to come with me next week,” You said over an IHOP pancake breakfast. 

“To Vegas?”

You nodded, “Yeah I’d love if you came with me. You could see my hometown.”

“I’ve been to Vegas, Love.”

I know it seemed like I didn’t want to go, that isn’t the case. I did want to go. I wanted to go so bad, but I was hesitant. I was so terrified that I would mess up. I didn’t want to ruin us, we’d been doing so well. I felt like this would be a defining moment in our relationship (spoiler alert: it was) and I didn’t want to risk it going poorly. 

“Yeah on cases! And that is not the impression of Vegas I want you to have. C’mon please? It would mean the world to my mom.”

I think I choked on my pancake, “Your mom? She knows about me?”

“Of course she does, I write her letters all the time.”

“Your mom knows about us, and you want me to meet her?” 

You smiled and nodded, “Yeah Y/N, how many times do I have to say it? I want you to meet my mom.”

That’s probably when I tackled you in a hug in the middle of an IHOP. That solidified the fact that you trusted me. I knew you trusted me at work, but the fact that you were willing to show me that side of you, the side you don’t really show anyone? I can’t thank you enough for it. 

We’d been together just over six months, which to most people that seems like a long time to wait to meet the parents, especially when we were already so serious, but your situation is different. I wanted you to do it in your own time. 

My family on the other hand, you met them pretty early into us dating. My niece turned one a few months into us being together and I dragged you to Connecticut for the party. Everyone loved you, of course they did. There isn’t one thing to not love about you. Nate and my dad were definitely not thrilled that I was bringing you. Nate tries to be all Big Brother-y but it’s all an act, he’s a softie. And dad would rather I marry a rich man and be a stay at home mom. I can hear him now saying, “Y/N if your mother were here to see you thirty and unwed she would be so disappointed !” Dads. They’re the worst, but I don’t have to tell you that.”

For some reason that made him chuckle, having rough/nonexistent relationships with your fathers was just another item on the long list of things you had in common. On paper, you were a perfect match. But that was the only place. 

“But somehow, you didn’t have to wear them down, they just loved you instantly. Even Mia loved you, and she was one! You handed her toys and helped her put on her shoes. You talked to my dad about whatever he had on the History channel. It was perfect. You fit right in with us; it was like you completed us, you were the missing piece that we didn’t even know we needed. I know Mia will miss you; you were always so good with her. I think we’ll all miss you. And my dad is going to hate that I will not be married off any time soon, but he can deal with that. 

But back to your mom. To say I was nervous to meet her is probably the biggest understatement of all time. The way you love and care about her is one of the many reasons I fell in love with you. The way a guy treats his mom says a lot about how he’ll treat you, and with you it said ‘oh my god he’s perfect’. You do everything you can for her, even though it’s the hardest thing you’ve ever had to do. I admire that; I can only wish to be that kind and giving. 

We both took a few days off to go see her, and when we were in the airport I pulled out this book and tried to read it. 

“That’s mom’s favorite,” You said, smiling at me shyly. 

“I know.” 

The plane was delayed due to a storm. We sat waiting and waiting for a few hours, your hand on my thigh and my head on your shoulder as I desperately tried to read this book. I really did. I stumbled through about 50 pages but had retained literally nothing. I found myself rereading sentences like ten times over and trying to decode them. I felt embarrassed about it. You could read the whole thing with your morning coffee and immediately recite it forwards and backwards, and translate it into Korean and Russian flawlessly and there I was, sounding out every word. It’s not like I can’t read. I can read, I just can’t read and comprehend 1500s English very well. Science was always my strong suit.

I didn’t get much farther on the plane ride either. You, on the other hand, brought a whole library in your carry on and on that 5 hour plane ride you read two thick books, took an hour long nap, played solitaire (twice), won war against me (twice), and ate all the snacks I brought for you. And in that same time frame, I had gotten through maybe half of the book, taking very long breaks to stare out the window, talk to you, and try to sleep. 

“What part are you at?” You asked me at one point and I just kind of stared at you. 

“Uh, the uh, part where she’s going to Jerusalem?”

You chuckled, “That’s not very far.”

I shoved you playfully, “Hey! It’s confusing and hard to understand!”

You reached for the book, trying to take it from me, “Let me see.”

I moved it out of reach, “No! I need to figure it out on my own.” You smiled and let me keep trudging along. 

When you woke up from your nap your head was on my shoulder and I was running my fingers through your hair like I usually do did when you slept. 

“You don’t have to read it, Y/N,” you mumbled, your voice groggy with sleep. It’s always raspy when you first wake up. 

“I know, I just thought maybe I would impress her.”

You smiled and leaned over and kissed my cheek, “I love that, but don’t worry. I promise she’ll love you.”

Then you nuzzled into the crook of my neck and fell back asleep. I put my head on top of yours, closed the book, and allowed myself to do the same. 

When we landed, it was hot. Like, ungodly hot. No wonder you can't stand the cold. 

We first went to the hotel and I changed into more appropriate clothes for the weather. You somehow still had on slacks and a shirt, I don’t know how you didn’t sweat to death. I drove us to the sanitarium, and you were nervous, you barely even spoke. You were twiddling with your fingers and bouncing your leg, I didn’t have to use my profiling skills to figure it out. The radio was off and you stared out the window. 

“How long has it been?” I finally said. 

“Three hundred and six days.”

I just nodded, your nerves added onto mine tenfold and I thought I may faint. I got us there safely though. 

“You stay here, I’m going to see if it’s a good day. If not we’ll come tomorrow,” You said. 

I just nodded and leaned over to kiss you. It took way longer than I thought it would for you to come out and when you did you were smiling. Huge. 

“Good day?” I asked, hopping out of the car. You just nodded, still grinning ear-to-ear. You grabbed my hand and every nerve I had melted away. You always had that effect on me, even when we were just friends. No one will ever get me in the same way again. Even if they tried, I wouldn’t let them. You were it for me”

Spencer reached for the mug to take another sip and found it was already empty. He stared into the bottom of the mug where some sugar hadn’t dissolved and mulled over that last sentence.

You were it for me.

He put the mug down forcefully, knocking a few chess pieces over.

So then why wouldn’t you LET him be it for you?

“You led me to her, pulling me behind you, whispering reassurances to me the entire time. 

“Mom, this is Y/N, Y/N this is my mother.”

I came out from behind you, probably looking like a meek little mouse, “Hello.” I waved. 

“Now Spencer, you didn’t tell me she was pretty.”

You blushed and stammered, she chuckled, “It’s nice to finally meet you Y/N. I’ve heard a lot about you.” 

“Likewise,” I said, and shook her hand. It was warm and soft like yours. In fact, so much of her is in you. You don’t look the same, but your mannerisms are pretty close to identical. Her hair is lighter than yours but equally as wild. I love her, because she’s you. So many parts of you, the best parts of you. She made you, and I love you, so I love her too. 

You let us talk alone for a while and she told me about your childhood. How she called you ‘crash’ because you were always running into something. How you were always the smartest kid around and how she was so proud to be your mom. She told me about the letters you send her, much like the one I’m writing right now. You told her about all our adventures, nights crying over Emily, the film festival, Jacksonville (PG version of course); you told her all of it. Your mom had your version of our love story hidden in letters somewhere in her room. That inspired me to write my version, the version you’re reading right now. 

She told me she knew we were together before you even told her because all your letters became about me. All the case stories had me and you as the stars, everyone else falling into the background. Hearing how you talked to her about me made my insides feel all fuzzy. You told her I was intelligent, courageous, empathetic, funny, and pretty much every other positive adjective you could find. 

“I’ve never heard him talk about anyone the way he talks about you,” she told me, “He definitely cares about you.”

I smiled, “I’ve never cared about anyone as much as I care about him.”

“So you love him?” 

I was taken aback at first, and paused for a moment to think, “Yeah, I do.”

It’s a weird thing to say to your boyfriend’s mom the first time you meet her, but she’s just so easy to talk to. It’s double weird because I hadn’t even told you that I loved you yet. I was being honest, I never loved anyone the way I loved you. 

“I couldn’t ask for anything more for him.”

Then I hugged her awkwardly and you came back in. I was trying and failing to suppress the smile on my face the whole time. The three of us talked until visiting hours were over. We left her with the promise that we’d be back again tomorrow.

“I was right Y/N, she loves you!” You said as we climbed back into the rental.

“She’s pretty great,” I said and held your face in my hand, “So are you.”

Tomorrow never came. 

The next day was a bad one for her, so you took me to the neighborhood you grew up in, pointing out the sites you wanted me to see and telling me the memories you had there. You took me to get chicken fried lobster at Binion’s. You held my hand as we walked down the Las Vegas strip, pointing out the ones you’re banned from. On the last day, we ordered room service and spent all day in bed, not bothering to get dressed. I loved learning about your past. At the time I anticipated being part of your whole future; I would be in every story for the rest of your life. I hate that now I’m just another chapter of it.

On the flight home I cracked open the book again and this time I read it with newfound vigor. I had a new appreciation for it after talking to your mom. You watched me flip through it, highlighting and annotating like I was in English class. You peered over my shoulder the whole time, and don’t think I didn’t see the smirk on your face. 

“When her crying passed, she came before the Archbishop and fell down on her knees, the Archbishop saying very roughly to her, “Why do you weep so, woman?” I read aloud, looking up into your warm eyes as we descended. 

“She answering said, ‘Sir, you shall wish some day that you had wept as sorely as I,’” you finished, not even having to look at the page. 

You have wept as sorely as I, Spencer, and I do not wish this feeling on anyone. 

I closed the book and held it to my chest, staring at you and mustering up the nerve to say it.

“I love you,” I whispered, just loud enough for you to hear. 

You tried to contain your grin and scrunched up your eyebrows. You cupped your ear and pretended you couldn’t hear me, “What was that?”

I rolled my eyes, “I love you.” I said it louder, more forcefully this time. 

“I love you too,” you said, no hesitation. 

I turned my head up to catch your lips and seal the whole weekend with a kiss. 

It’s kind of funny how I confessed my love for you up in the sky, among the clouds, somewhere over Virginia. It’s funny because I was on cloud nine, almost literally. It felt so good to finally say it. We were in love, arguably the most magical thing in the world. There is no one I would rather have experienced that with than you, Spence. And no one I will ever experience it with again. 

Your mother and I write to each other sometimes. Like remember when she went to the Grand Canyon? She may have sent you the Grand Canyon, but she sent me a turquoise necklace, which I will be keeping. She wrote to me once in the last few weeks since we broke up. I can’t answer. I can’t send her any more letters, it doesn’t feel right; it’s no longer my place. 

So next time you visit her, show her this. I hope she doesn’t mind that I wrote in parts of it, maybe someday I’ll be able to find it in myself to write to her again and she can tell me what I missed or got wrong. Give her a hug for me Spence, and tell her I’m sorry, I wish I could come in person to tell her, but I can’t. Tell her I already miss her. I know how happy she was for us, how excited she was about... well everything. How excited we all were. Tell her I’m sorry that I couldn’t do it. Thank her for making you who you are, the most amazing man alive. Tell her it’s been a privilege, because it has been. I mean that.”

Spencer cracked open the book and admired your dog-eared pages and highlighted bits, reading your annotations and rough translations of old English to modern English. He sighed and slid his fingers down the pages. His chest tightened as if he should cry, but no tears could fall anymore. Instead, he stood up and put the book on a shelf, where one day he’d read it again to remember that weekend. To remember you. He walked slowly back to the kitchen, filled his mug again and went to find the box.

(part 6)

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[okinawanonline]

On Japanese Loanwords in Okinawan

In my article on the different philosophies in learning Okinawan, I’ve touched up on the relatively low amount of Okinawan vocabulary and the language’s need for loanwords. I intend to get into more detail on this here. I was hoping for this article to be more structured, but it ended up being much more of a stream-of-consciousness venting of frustrations. And you know what? It’s a cluster of thoughts I think are worth sharing.

The Okinawan Language Dictionary is the preeminent and most definitive lexicon of the Okinawan language. The OLD lists 14,549 words in the Okinawan language. This is an incredibly low count, especially when you consider the (admittedly ranging) vocabulary count of other languages with English coming in with 350,000 words, the influential Chinese coming in at around 370,000 words, and Okinawan’s own relative Japanese ranging at around 500,000 words.

What this means is that to have even a basic conversation in Okinawan, you will need loanwords. The Okinawan language is without words that, while not so significant during Okinawa’s relative isolation from the rest of the world, are crucial to today’s society. Okinawan lacks words for the days of the week, any number larger than ten (up until one thousand), animals not native to Okinawa, most countries, inventions after, say, the 16th century, and, as far as I can tell, how to tell the exact time (if you look up the Japanese phrase “何時/nanji/What time?” in the Okinawan Language Dictionary, it redirects you to the Okinawan word “いち/ichi” which is the cognate with the much more vaguer Japanese word “いつ/itsu/When”). And so on.

And, obviously, that’s not to say modern Okinawans are unfamiliar with these concepts. Most (and, frankly, likely all) Okinawans speak the Japanese language natively, more so than the Okinawan language. Native Okinawan speakers still speak or at the very least can understand the Japanese language. There are so many concepts that they are used to doing in Japanese that can make conversation in pure Okinawan difficult if not impossible without switching to the Okinawan dialect of Japanese.

So, it’s only natural that when Okinawan doesn’t have a word, you loan the word you’re looking for from Japanese, even if that word is in and of itself loaned from another language like Chinese, English, or Portuguese. But then that raises the question of how do you loan a word from Japanese?

In European languages like English, words are loaned from other languages pretty much how they are. German terms used in the psychology field or French words in many more contexts come to mind. They can even be pronounced with their native German or French pronunciations though they often take on a form closer to the English pronunciation system. Anything is fine thanks to the versatility and wiggle room for interpretation in the alphabet.

East Asian languages tend to be different. When Chinese, Korean, or Japanese loans a word, these words must fit the stricter and often unique pronunciation systems and writing scripts of these languages. Korean uses a phonetic system that the loan word needs to fit into. Chinese breaks down the sounds of the loaned word and prescribes certain characters with similar sounds to it. Japanese has a whole writing script devoted to foreign loan words in the form of katakana but it still follows a phonetic system that the loan word must fit into. Things can get more complicated when the three mentioned languages loan words from each other in which the loaned word is less of a breakdown of the word’s native pronunciation to fit the loaning language’s system and more of a loaning language’s reading of the Chinese characters used to write the loaned word. The Chinese word for China is Zhongguo but the Japanese word for China isn’t ジョンググオ/jonguguo, but 中国/chuugoku as the characters for zhongguo are read that way in Japanese.

So relating that back to Okinawan, when Okinawan loans a word from Japanese, do we: A) Take the Japanese word and alter the phonetics to meet the Okinawan phonetic system OR B) Take the Japanese word as it is, complete with bringing over the Japanese phonetic system for that word.

I wish I had an answer for you. In fact, this very question has been one of the greatest hurdles in me learning Okinawan as the answer appears to be both.

Take the word 琉球 for example. It originated as a Chinese word, liuqiu. When the word was brought to Japanese, 琉球 had to match the Japanese phonetic system so it shifted into ryuukyuu. When the word was then brought from Japan to Okinawa, it had to meet the Okinawan phonetic system and so it was read as ruuchuu in Okinawan.  

But meanwhile, we have the Japanese word 新型コロナウイルス/shingata korona uirusu, the term most often used to refer to the COVID-19 virus. 新型 literally means “new form.” While there is no equivalent for 新型 listed in the OLD, 型 is used in the Okinawan language and it can be read as gata in the same context as Japanese. 新, on the other hand, is a different story as it is never pronounced as shin in the OLD. Instead, 新 is given the reading of mii in the Okinawan language for the same context as when it is pronounced shin in Japanese. Could we loan the word 新型 into Okinawan? If so, would it be read as shingata or would it be read as miigata?

Well, the COVID-19 virus is, as you can imagine, a pretty big deal and is being spoken about in several Okinawan sources including the Hougen News broadcast as well as on blogs in the Okinawan language. The ゆんたく物語 blog calls it 新コロナウイルス/mii korona uirusu. This is interesting as it does not loan 新型. Rather, it simply uses the prefex version of “new”, 新 with the Okinawan reading. Instead of saying “the new form of coronavirus,” it’s saying “the new coronavirus” He was able to talk around the word that would have been loaned which is an important lesson to learn — You can avoid the loanword oddities if you talk around the word you need to loan.

However, the Hougen News Broadcast simply loans the term from Japanese, Japanese reading and all. Hougen News Broadcast says 新型コロナウイルス/shingata korona uirusu even in the context of the Okinawan language.

Can you hear my head blowing up in confusion?

To use another example from ゆんたく物語, the blog translates the Japanese phrase “同じ価値観/onaji kachikan/Same sense of values” into “同ぬ考え/I nu kangee/Same thinking.” Is having the same sense of values the same thing as having the same way of thinking? It is interesting that, despite Okinawan being so strongly related to Japanese, the amount of abstract thinking and vocabulary required to translate sentences is much higher than you would think.

Of course, unless you take the other approach of loanwords like how Hougen News used 新型コロナウイルス. Modern day Okinawan and Japanese share a special relationship where everyone who speaks Okinawan also speaks Japanese and Japanese is more comprehensive in nearly every scenario. The number of loanwords you can take from Japanese without even changing the pronunciation is impressive but then you get the question of how many loanwords can you use before you’re just talking Japanese with Okinawan grammar?

Meanwhile, we have the textbook 沖縄語の入門. Like I said before, there are no words for the day of the week listed in the OLD. However, 沖縄語の入門 loans the word “土曜日/doyoubi/Saturday” from Japanese and changes the reading of the characters to be duyuubi.

WHY? WHY? WHY? WHY?

沖縄語の入門 is pretty much the most reliable text for modern day Okinawan so I’m not keen on handwaving this away as a mistake. But it makes me wonder what the other days of the week are. Is it Getsuyuubi (or does the tsu change to a chi or a ti or something?), Kayuubi, Suiyuubi, Mukuyuubi, Kinyuubi, and Nichiyuubi or am I missing something?

Although, that being said, 沖縄語の入門 does use the wrong words for “11, 12, 13” and so on. It uses the Okinawan words “tuutiichu, tuutaachi, tuumiichi” and so on when they should be “juuichi, juuni, juusan”, etc. Multiple texts and native speakers corroborate that the counting system from 11 onwards (until 1,000) is identical to Japanese. Is duyuubi another one of these mistakes? Hougen News uses doyoubi from Japanese. I think. It can be really hard to tell the difference sometimes.

Things like this have been what’s been keeping me from updating this blog in a while as I’m having a hard time finding out when its appropriate to use a loanword and when it is not, as well as when the loanword keeps its Japanese pronunciation and when it receives and Okinawanization.

Desperate venting of confusion over.

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[hd-learns-korean]

Hi all! 여러분 안녕하세요! 🙋‍♀️ I hope everyone’s okay and that you all had a good weekend. Today I’m back with another musical Monday! Whoop Whoop! 

This song was recommended to me on my musical monday post I did a few weeks ago and I’m so glad I got a chance to listen to it! 

Song: Sun and moon by Sam Kim

Genre: Ballad/ Pop

My thoughts of the song: Wow! I love this song so much! It’s such a beautiful  song that could easily be played at wedding receptions. I can picture people having their first dances to this! 💃 

*WARNING! This post is gonna be a long one cos I’ve done soooo much research with verbs/ conjugations and sample sentences...so get yourself a drink, a snack and your notebook so we can start this study session!* 

Also quick note: I’m a beginner at writing in Korean and this is also a study session for me so If you spot any mistakes, feel free to lemme know so I can correct them! Thanks! 🥰

Verbs: 

🌃 어둡다 - To be dark

🎁 Present Tense: 어두워, 어두워요, 어둡습니다.

⏰ Past Tense: 어두웠어, 어두웠어요, 어두웠습니다

🔮 Future Tense:  어두울 거야, 어두울 거예요, 어두울 겁니다

Examples:  비가 오면 대기한 느낌을 어두워요. It feels dark when it rains/ when it rains, the atmosphere feels dark.

📌Can also mean ‘ to be ignorant/ badly informed/ ill informed of something. 

✨ 반짝이다 To glitter/sparkle/ twinkle

🎁 Present Tense: 반짝여, 반짝여요, 반짝이어요, 반짝입니다

⏰ Past Tense: 반짝였어, 반짝였어요, 반짝였습니다

♻ Determiners (Noun modifiers)  반짝인 past, 반짝이는 present, 반짝일 future

Examples:    어제 반짝인 바다를 진짜 아름다웠어요. The sparkling sea was really beautiful yesterday.   반짝이는 별 twinkling star.

⛔ 멈추다 To stop/ to halt

🎁 Present tense: 멈줘, 멈줘요, 멈줍니다

⏰ Past tense: 멈줬어, 멈줬어요, 멈줬습니다

🔮 Future tense: 멈줄 거야, 멈줄 거예요.

Examples: 어머! 도로 한가운���에 나의 차 갑자기 멈췄다! Oh my god! My car suddenly stopped in the middle of the road. 

📖 Note:  멈추다 is used to describe a temporary stop. 

📏기울이다  1.) To lean, to tip. 2.) Devote to, concentrate on

🎁 Present tense: 기울여, 기울여요, 기울입니다

⏰ Past tense: 기울였어, 기울였어요, 기울였습니다

🔮 Future tense: 기울이겠어, 기���이겠어요, 기울겠습니다

📑 귀를 기울이다 - Expression meaning ‘To listen’ ‘Trying to hear sth well.’ 

(This is how it appears in the song ‘귀를 기울여’ ) 

Examples: ‘귀를 기울여주세요.’ Please listen carefully. ‘왼쪽에 머리 기울여주세요.’ Please tilt your head to the left. ‘난 너 목소리가 귀를 기울이고 싶어.’ I want to listen to your voice. 

👄 속삭이다 To whisper

🎁 Present tense: 속삭여, 속삭여요, 속삭이어요, 속삭입니다

⏰ Past tense:  속삭였어, 속삭였어요, 속삭였습니다

🔮 Future tense:  속삭일 거야, 속삭일 거예요, 속삭일 겁니다

👂 듣다 To hear, to listen to

🎁 Present tense: 들어, 들어요, 듣습니다

⏰ Past tense: 들었, 들었어요, 들었습니다

🔮 Future tense: 들을 거야, 들을 거예요, 들을 겁니다

Examples I found from Naver: 잘 듣다 to listen carefully, 언뜻 듣다 overhear, hear by chance. 

🤞 싶다 want to, would like to

🎁 Present tense: 싶어, 싶어요, 싶습니다

⏰ Past tense: 싶었어, 싶었어요, 싶었습니다

🔮 Future tense : 싶을 거야, 싶을 거예요, 싶을 겁니다.

Note: 보고 싶어(요) is a way of saying ‘I miss you.’ it literally means ‘I want to see you.’ 

🔇 고요하다 be silent, quiet, calm

🎁 Present tense:  고요해, 고요해요, 고요합니다

⏰ Past tense:  고요했어, 고요했어요, 고요했습니다

Examples I found on Naver:  고요한 밤 a silent night,  고요한 바다. A serene sea,  고요한 웃음. Quiet laughter.

➗ 나누다 to divide, to split up, to share

🎁 Present tense:  나눠, 나눠요, 나눈다, 나눕니다

⏰ Past tense:  나눴어, 나눴어요, 나눴다, 나눴습니다

🔮 Future tense:  나눌 거야, 나눌 거예요, 나눌 거다, 나눌 겁니다

Examples I found on Naver:  ‘이 사과를 반으로 나누자’ Let's split this apple in two.  ‘책을 주제별로 나누다’ classify books by subjects. 

😀 웃다 To laugh/giggle/chuckle

🎁 Present tense: 웃어, 웃어요, 웃는다, 웃습니다

⏰ Past tense:  웃었어, 웃었어요, 웃었다, 웃었습니다

🔮 Future tense: 웃을 거야, 웃을 거예요, 웃을 겁니다

👯‍♀️ 같다 To be the same, be equal to, be like

🎁 Present tense: 같아, 같아요, 같습니다

⏰ Past tense: 같았어, 같았어요, 같았습니다

🔮 Future tense: 같을 거야, 같을 거예요, 같을 겁니다. 

Examples: ‘민아 씨는 친절한 같다.’ Mina seems kind. ‘그는 좋은 사람 같다.’ He seems like a good guy.  ‘난 널 시험결과는 같아 있어! 진짜 대박죠?!’ I have the same test result as you! Isn’t it amazing?! ‘시험결과는 안 같을 거예요.’ The test results won’t be the same. 

👀 바라보다 1.) to look at, watch, stare, gaze. 2.) To look forward to. 3.) be on the verge of

🎁 Present tense: 바라봐, 바라봐요, 바라봅니다

⏰ Past tense: 바라봤어, 바라봤어요, 바라봤습니다

🔮 Future tense: 바라볼 거야, 바라볼 거예요, 바라볼 겁니다

Examples I found on Naver: 경치를 바라보다 See a view/ admire a view. 하늘을 바라보다. Look up at the sky. 미래를 바라보다 look to the future.  삼십을 바라보다. Be on the verge of one’s thirties. (My own example)

🤝맞이하다 To receive, to greet

🎁 Present tense: 맞이해, 맞이해요, 맞이합니다

⏰ Past tense: 맞이했어, 맞이했어요, 맞이했습니다

🔮 Future tense: 맞이할 거야, 맞이할 거예요, 맞이할 겁니다

Examples I found on naver: 따뜻하게 맞이해 주셔서 감사합니다. Thank you for the warm welcome. 박수로 맞이하다. To greet with applause. 

NOUNS:

⭐별 Star

🌙달 Moon/ Month 

🌞해 sun

🌞🔦 햇빛 Sunlight

💖 마음 Heart/ mind/ feeling (Examples I found on naver - 아름다운 마음 a heart of gold. Lit a beautiful heart. 따뜻한 마음 A warm heart) 

🎶노래 Song/music

Wowweee that was a long post wasn’t it?! I hope this helps make studying verbs a little bit easier. I really do recommend listening to this song as it’s so peaceful. It’s nice to use study music that’s less energetic than Kpop for a change. (Not that i’m hating on kpop for one second...) If you wanna have a chill study session and pretend that your still siting in a cafe, I recommend studying with the song Sun & moon! 

If you have any Korean/ English song suggestions that you want me to turn into study posts like this, feel free to send me a message or comment and I’ll do my best to create them for you guys!

Resources I used: Naver, papago translation, verbix.com, youtube, google translate, wiktionary. 

Disclaimer: I don’t own the rights to any of the lyrics all credit should go to the original creator. I just created a study post from the words found in the lyrics. 

#langblr #korean langblr #kpop #studywithme #studyblr #korean studyblr #musical monday #sorry if this is a mess I tried my best! #too many emojis?

[heartjwi]

black magic ☞ nct dream

GENRE | fluff ! nct dream x reader

THEME | witch!au

DISCLAIMER | insp. from black magic by little mix

SUMMARY | 6 boys happen to find a magical book in the middle of the library and promised each other they would only use their powers for the greater good.

A/N | first work here on my new blog heheheeheh also my entry for spooktober! + mentions of bullying!

once upon a time

soooo

theres this specific group of kids in high school right

they’re kinda known as the nobodies in general

literally because they don’t talk to anyone outside their friend group

which makes the popular kids pick on them since they’re easy targets n such

their names were: renjun, jeno, donghyuck, jaemin, chenle and jisung

the 4 of them consisted of seniors

and one of the two were either a sophomore and a junior

there have been multiple occasions during lunch where the bullies would purposely stick their feet out when they were walking in their direction

causing them to trip and drop their food trays :-(

if it wasn’t for donghyuck’s snarky attitude, they would’ve been the laughing stock of the school

despite that, the bullies made it their mission to give their life a living hell

the bullies would pull pranks on them

till their youngest had enough

jisung surprisingly towered majority of the bullies and confronted them

“h-hey!” jisung stutters

which made renjun, jeno, jaemin facepalmed

donghyuck was too busy distracting chenle who was sweating and shaking too much

“guys look pipsqueak is trying to say something!” one of the bullies announces to their group

renjun was getting angrier by the minute just watching the bullies poke fun on jisung

“stop making fun of us, it’s not funny anymore” jisung tells the group, his deep voice surprising everyone

“make us, pipsqueak” the group leader pokes a finger on jisung’s chest making him walk backwards

renjun got fed up watching everyone laugh at them and runs up to the leader

“dude what are you doing!” jeno panicks, pulling his sleeve a little bit too late

“hey” renjun grabs the leader’s shoulder

“wha-”

before the leader could finish his sentence, renjun punches him square at the jaw

sending the leader to fall down on the floor

“what the fuck”

and everyone swings

sending both groups to detention

“maybe if one of us just kept our hands to ourselves, this wouldn’t have happened” jaemin smiles sarcastically at his friends

renjun grumbles and turned his back on jaemin

“hyung, renjun hyung had to do something” chenle speaks up

“not gonna lie, that was pretty bad ass coming from him” donghyuck laughs, patting renjun at the back

it could be seen that renjun was trying to contain his smile 

but he failed to do so

jeno then walks out of the principal’s office with 6 excuse passes on his hand

“the principal says we’re good kids but that doesn’t mean he’d let us off of the detention we’re serving” jeno starts

the 5 boys sigh in unison 

“but he says unlike the other group, they would be cleaning under the tables in the cafeteria, we are on library duty” jeno finishes

“that’s so boring” donghyuck whines, leaning on chenle

“its better than cleaning dried gum” jaemin flicks his forhead

the boys finally arrive in the library when it was closing time

“i’ll leave the keys here and make sure you lock the doors once you finish okay? i’ll be going now” the librarian smiles and waves goodbye at them

“great now we’re spending our friday night in a damn library” hyuck yells out

“i thought we were having a sleepover today?” jeno asks hyuck who was grabbing the left over books on the tables

“we are. i’m just overreacting” he shrugs

a little after that, the boys start cleaning everything at once

chenle was dusting the books that hasn’t been touched in years

jisung was sweeping the floor

renjun was rearranging the books by order

jaemin was wiping the tables

jeno and donghyuck were on cart duty

suddenly, as chenle was sweeping the bookshelves

a book fell on his head

“ouch!” he yelps, catching the attention of everyone

“you good lele?” jeno comes to his aid

chenle rubs his head, “yeah.. that fell on me” he points at a glowing book just a few feet away from them

“what’s this?” jisung picks up the book

“careful there jisung” jaemin warns him

renjun pushes past everyone to see the book, scanning it back to back

“it’s in latin” he tells everyone

he grabs his phone and opens google translate

“it means magic” hyuck reads his phone out loud

“did we just find a magical book?!” chenle squeals

renjun shushes him and tells everyone to hurry up with their work so they could go home

“guys let’s finish everything now so we can play with this book later, okay? chop chop” renjun orders

fast forward now everything in that library was clean 

the boys are now at hyuck’s place with the book they found in the middle of their circle

“are we gonna become witches?” hyuck giggles

“probably? i mean it does say magic on the front” jeno explains

“ok y’all i can’t wait much longer lets bippity boppity boo this shit! lets all hold hands around it” jaemin grabs jisung and jeno’s hands

and the rest do the same

now the book is glowing again, it was a mix of purple and blue sparkles

the 6 boys start levitating from the ground

hyuck’s things were flying all over the place

and the lights were flickering

the book opens itself and individually gave everyone in the circle their powers

which was telekinesis

and the power to do whatever they want 

basically they can form or do anything their mind tells them to

pretty cool

“this shit is fucking amazing” chenle screams as he made the bed levitate 

“holy fuck” jeno muses as he made a cat appear in the room

“guys i’m gonna set hyuck’s desk on fire!” jisung motions his hand at hyuck’s desk 

and suddenly, it was on fire

“jesus christ dude!” hyuck puts the fire down with his hands

“holy shit.. we’re witches!” the group claps for themselves

after everyone calms down, renjun announces something 

“we should make a pact that we will only use our powers for the greater good” renjun announces,

everyone was listening intently 

“we should make sure that we must not let that ugly group make fun of other people anymore” renjun adds

the boys agreed and went to bed after that

time skip on monday

you were a new student in school

you just moved from a whole different country so you were struggling with korean

and needless to say, you first day was absolutely shit

you were the new laughing stock of the school

especially with your speaking skills

hardly anyone speaks english in your new school

they only know certain phrases and often used body language to tell you shit

which made you a bit sad cause that basically means you didn’t really have friends

it was your second day in and someone vandalised your locker

which made the nearby students stifle in their laughter

to your luck, donghyuck happened to be one of the students nearby

he felt pity towards you

knowing you were a new student

while everyone was busy amongst themselves, 

he used a bit of magic to erase the writing on your locker

after you gathered your stuff, you noticed your locker door was good as new

you looked around if anyone wiped it off but nothing

except for a boy who winked at you and blue and purple sparkles were evident in their eyes

the bell rang and everyone rushed to their classrooms

it was history class and you had a pretest yesterday 

and it was about the history of korea too

meaning you didn’t too well

you had a big, red F on the corner of your test paper

your classmates were again, laughing at you quietly

even hearing some of them muttering “stupid”

you hung your head low and sat down on your chair

next to renjun

renjun felt bad for you and made everyone who made a comment bang their head against the table

seeing what happened to the students, it made you giggle a bit

making renjun smile at you

finally it was lunch time 

you were walking towards an empty lunch table in the middle of the cafeteria

carrying your lunch tray filled with food

suddenly one of the people who were bullying you made you trip

you spilled your food and caused a scene

everyone in the cafeteria watching everything

laughing and taking videos of you

you wanted to cry on the spot

but suddenly you hear spluttering and something smelly hit your nose

you see chenle and jisung helping you up

“sorry for your clothes, noona” jisung helps you up

“i can help!” chenle giggles and suddenly you were in new clothes

“woah how did you do that” you asked, covering your mouth in shock

“it’s a secret” jisung giggles

“ah shit, i have to clean up the mess” you cursed, kneeling down taking the plates you dropped

“no worries, we’ll do it for you” jaemin butts in and just like what chenle did, the mess on the floor disappeared 

you stared at him in shock and he just winks at you making your cheeks flush

and just a few feet away from you four, donghyuck, jeno and renjun were almost punishing the bullies after what they did to you

“WHY DO WE KEEP SHITTING OUR PANTS” one of the bullies cried out, shit coming out of their pants

and there was donghyuck laughing uncontrollably in the background

the leader turned to him and stomped his way over to him despite him shitting his pants

“YOU!” he yelled but he slipped on his own shit

making donghyuck double over laughing

renjun rolls his eyes, “okay playtime’s over, to the closet you fuckers go” he snaps his fingers and in a flash, the bullies got pushed into their own gym lockers, locked inside while being knocked out cold.

the 3 boys run back to you and checks if you have any bruises or cuts on your arms and legs

“i’m alright guys, thank you for defending me” you nervously scratched the back of your neck

“no worries! if they bother you again just call us and we’ll be there to save the day” jeno gives you his infamous eye smile

which was prone to melting hearts heh

“or better yet, why won’t you join us?” renjun invites you to their friend group

“m-me?” you stuttered, pointing to yourself 

everyone nods in unison

“i mean, you do know our little secret so” donghyuck fakes his voice in a serious tone making you scared a bit

“aish hyuck stop you’re scaring her” jaemin smacks his head

“i’ll beat your ass motherfucker-” he tried to scramble towards jaemin but jeno ended up pulling his ear

“ooOOWWW” he screeched holding his now red ear

“shit we forgot to ask her name.. what’s your name?” chenle asks, staring at you intently

“i’m y/n” you say shyly, avoiding eye contact from everyone

renjun, jeno, haechan, jaemin, chenle & jisung look at each other and smiled

“welcome to our group, y/n” they all yell, engulfing you into a hug

the end!

#nct #nct dream #nct imagines #nct scenarios #nct dream imagines #nct dream scenarios #nct au #nct dream au #nct fluff #nct dream fluff #renjun #jeno #haechan #jaemin #chenle #jisung #renjun imagines #renjun scenarios #jeno imagines #jeno scenarios #haechan imagines #haechan scenarios #jaemin imagines #jaemin scenarios #chenle imagines #chenle scenarios #jisung imagines #jisung scenarios #renjun au #jeno au

[iiasha-archived]

200123 OTY in Seattle Ending Ment Transcript

because i’m still on that emotional high and need to share, here’s a transcript i’m able to parse from my shitty videos. full disclosure this is more of a transcript of whatever the translator said bc i do not know korean (but i do think our translator was p good) so there may be some inaccuracies.

you can assume everything was said in korean unless i denote an [e] next to their dialogue.

[9-teen ends]

SK: Thank you for saying encore over and over again HS: Seventeen! DN: Yeah? HS: This is the end of our last North American tour concert... you guys did well!

[they do the CUTEST group hug, spin in a circle]

DN: We had a fun concert, we should share our final thoughts. One at a time, let’s share our thoughts.

[they move to the backstage platform, minghao gets his time with the camera. hoshi is there. a couple of them, i think woozi and mingyu started it, start a chant with the fans to say varying versions of WOAH as they all get settled]

SK(?): Let’s start with Hoshi.

HS: [does his tiger thing, shows off the tiger on his shirt, the tiger on his fucking BELT, does the yelling cheer thing] HS: Today is really our last concert of the North American tour. I’m so thankful to all of you Carats who gave us good memories this entire tour. I was really nervous about this tour because it’s really long, and that nervousness just melted away. Thank you for giving us so much love even from far away. We’ll see you guys next time!  HS: [e, and he BELTS this] THANK YOU GUYS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

T8: Thank you so much for coming today. Although during the tour, there were some difficult times, but because of you guys, I had a lot of strength. I made a lot of memories, got to see a lot of Carats, and was really happy during this tour. I will try to see you guys again in the future, and I hope you guys are well until then. Until we see you guys again, be well [healthy].

WZ: Thank you for enjoying our “Ode to You”. Your awesome voices gave us energy to finish all the performances with strength. It’s such an honor to be performing at a place so far away from our home. Even though our bodies are far apart, our hearts are together. Let’s have fun together again next time.

JH: On our last stop in the North American tour in Seattle, we have received a lot of good energy. So I think we were able to work even harder. Thank you for spending this time together with us. We’ll try to come back more often. Don’t be sick. And be happy. We’ll come again. Was if fun today?  JH: [e, and in the gentlest voice ever i’m crying] Thank youuuuuu!

JN: What I’m feeling from today’s concert is that your health is really important [laughs awkwardly]. I have to be healthy to show you guys a good performance on stage. I hope that I can show you guys a [more] healthier self in the future. Everyone, don’t be sick and let’s all be healthy together!

WW: Thank you to all the Carats who came today. And I’m thankful for all the members who have worked this hard even though this was a long tour. I think we’ll be able to make even better songs through this experience. Thank you to everyone, and we’ll come back with a lot of good songs in the future. WW: [e] Thank you guys!

VN: [e] Oh... thank you so much! This tour was so much fun! Coming to America and meeting all of you guys, and, visiting different cities, meeting sooo many Carats. Yeah this was awesome, YOU were awesome. [I couldn’t hear what the next sentence was a lot of people were cheering, I think something about a month ago?]. Hopefully we performed well too, we really want to [? again I’m not exactly sure what he said it was hard to hear]. Yeah, have a nice one Seattle, thank you, see you again!

DN: Thank you so much. DN: [e] Thank you so much, thank you very much.  DN: It was a long but short North American tour. I’m so happy that we were able to end it here in Seattle. And what I’m most thankful for is, wherever we go, Carats enjoy our performances no matter what. I hope that our concert can be healing and stress-relieving for you guys. I promise that when we come back in the future we will be even healthier and better. And I really want to say one last thing to Carats. DN: [e] You guys are the best! I love you [throws a finger heart]. Thank you!

DK: Was it fun tonight? We wrapped up our almost month-long North American tour. I’m sad that it’s ending, but all of us were able to receive a lot of strength from all of you Carats. There were some members that weren’t able to participate due to their condition. But in our hearts, all of us members performed together, and since the Carats were here with us, we were able to wrap up the North American tour very happily. DK: Thank you so much. We’ll be back again next time. We will come back with all of our members, and prepare even more awesome stages [rest was drowned out by cheers]. Until then, stay healthy and take care of all of your food, and eat a lot [makes an eating motion]. DK: [e] Thank you so much, I love you Carat! [does a hands over head heart]

MG: Today was really fun everyone. While we were doing the North American tour, there were some sick members, and members who couldn’t be here with us today. But since all of you guys were here, we were really happy and had a lot of energy. MG: [someone in the crowd yells “I LOVE YOU MINGYU” really loudly and clearly, he pauses for a moment and smiles. he starts speaking again, someone ELSE screams “I LOVE YOU MINGYU” really loudly again which makes him pause for a sec again and smile before continuing] MG: We will try to see even more Carats in the future. And we’ll come back with even better performances and better songs. I hope that you guys stay together with us through it all. Thank you so much and stay healthy until the next time we see you. MG: [e] Thank you guys I love you!!!

SK: It is so interesting that I am suddenly here in America and performing. When I was younger, and not in Seventeen, when I was looking at a globe, and if I turned it halfway I could see America. I wondered if I would ever go there. But I am here today. I couldn’t even imagine that I would be at all these cities that we came to for the North American tour. I was so happy to see so many people love us from these unfamiliar places. SK: And I felt how long you guys waited for us, and I was really thankful, and also sorry. When we finish and go back to Korea, January is over. We kicked off 2020 with this North American tour. With this North American tour, we are receiving a lot of strength in going back. This year, don’t forget about Seventeen. Let’s make a promise to see each other next time, and hold this memory close to our hearts.

SK: [e] Thank you so much, thank you for coming to see us. Yeah, I’ll never forget today. Seattle, I love you! [blows a kiss]

???: Joshua is last.

JS: [e] Hi guys. Uh, yeah, we made a lot of great memories through this North American tour, and, I’m really thankful, grateful, and honored that I was able to be home with you guys. Although you guys aren’t able to see us all the time, see us often, you guys show us constant love and support. And that’s amazing. I don’t know how you guys do that, but, we really really appreciate it. That’s why I feel so grateful that I got to see you guys and that I’m able to thank each and every one of you guys. Because, I really have to thank you guys for that. JS: [e] And we’ve been on tour before, but, every time we come back, we see this constant growth throughout you guys, so, it’s really amazing, we’re growing with you guys, we’re maturing with you guys. So cool (?). I feel like we’re much closer, and you guys make it possible for us to spread our music, spread our message, to everyone throughout the world. You guys... thank you for that. That was our dream and you guys made our dream come true so. And made each and every one of us very, uh, proud sons? I guess, I would say. JS: [e] And if it wasn’t for you guys, we wouldn’t be anything. You made nothing into something special, so, thank you so much for that. We promise to be back guys, we love you so much. I really mean that. Don’t forget us guys, thank you.

VN: [e] And lastly we’d like to thank Pledis, LiveNation, LiveNation Korea...

[after this my videos are pretty split up and short because my arms were killing me and they were basically thanking staff jflkadk. but yeah so a lot of video jumps. someone mentioned they’d be there all night if they thanked everyone and someone else (I think Seungkwan?) was like ahhh we can thank them afterwards backstage.].

[anyways my next video cuts to Hoshi going “WHOOOO” and waving, they’re still thanking people]

HS: Thank you to ??? ??? (might still be Hoshi): They play with us really well. MG: And we can’t tell you what we’re filming right now, but thank you to all the filmers (?) HS: And our company staff members [he literally just starts listing everyone’s names jkfdlajk]

[there is another video cut here but it’s still Hoshi thanking people so fjdkla]

DN: I wanna say that I love ALL 13 members. ???: S. COUUUUUUUUUUUUPS

[at this point the ENTIRE venue, including Seventeen, just starts going ape shit with screaming S.COUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUPS]

HS: [??? says something about all 13 members, but I’m pretty sure it’s something along the lines of coming back as all 13 members, they’re standing to get ready for to go down for the picture]

[another video cut bc i suck]

WW: ...[I think “Even after the concert] is over, “Ode to You” will continue. We’re going to have fun in a lot of other places too. [he says more but i cut the video fjdkalkdjfal]

[they then do the concert photo and jump into Never-Ending Aju Nice!]

#seventeen #oty #ode to you #ode to you in seattle #my heart BROKE at jun and joshua's ments #like. i literally wanted to cry oh my god #also mingyu's incident was so cute and seungkwans little childhood story was so cute!! #also vernon's was so hard to hear jkldafjlfkda #i can try to post the video too if anyone is interested #it'll prob be on youtube #but that will come this weekend lmao #m:info #also they like #talked so much about their health and staying healthy :( #i hope they're okay and rest well before the next leg of the tour :(((

[bangtan-sonyeonddaeng]

Yoongi Scenario: Soulmate Au (Male Reader)

All you wanted to do was get to the airport and catch your flight on time. The last thing you were expecting was to literally run into your soulmate. You were walking to your gate when you suddenly saw a group of 7 guys running towards you. You could hear female voices shouting excitedly in the distance. They’re all wearing face masks and hats, as if they were trying to conceal their identity.�� They were yelling at you to move out of the way, but you didn’t speak Korean and had no idea what they were saying to you. Suddenly the small, pale one started frantically moving his arms gesturing for you to move out of the way. You couldn’t help but stare at him for a moment. Even though he was wearing a face mask and beanie you could tell he was someone you would find attractive. Your body finally decided to listen to your brain and  you scooted to your left when another group of women had rushed the group of guys, causing the man to bump into you harshly.  

That’s when you felt it. When he touched you it was like electricity shot through your whole body. You quickly moved away from him, staring at him in shock. The body guards had finally moved the group of women and even had airport security keeping them away from the group. 

“You, You’re my-” You're cut off by him slamming his hands over your mouth and shushing you.  One of the body guards came over to you and started roughly shoving you away from the man. Suddenly your soulmate looked angry, yelling at the guard in Korean. You didn’t know what he said but the guard immediately backed off. He looked at you and said something, but you had no idea what he had said. 

“I-I’m sorry I don’t speak Korean.” Your soulmate huffs in annoyance before grabbing your arm and dragging you with them to an area of the airport reserved for those getting on private planes. Just who exactly is this guy? When you two are finally away from all the chaos he pulls you aside away from the rest of the group. 

“Yoongi.” He says as he points to himself.

“I don’t- I’m sorry I don’t know what that means.”

“My name, It’s Yoongi.” 

“Oh! Nice to meet you Yoongi. I’m y/n.” He starts saying some other words to you and you just stare at him with a blank face. He huffs in annoyance again before he turns around to one of the other members and gestures him to come over. They start talking to one another and you just stand there awkwardly, having no idea what to say.

“Yoongi? Who is this guy?”

“Namjoon this is my soulmate.”

“What?! Really? Are you sure?”

“My whole body felt like it got struck by lightning when I touched him so yeah Namjoon. I am absolutely sure.”

“So what do you want to do?”

“Obviously I want to get to know them. They’re my soulmate but they don’t speak Korean what am I supposed to do?”

“You can read it and understand it pretty well right?”

“Yeah?”

“So get his number and text him. If you need help translating anything just ask me, okay?”

“Can you translate some things for me now, please?”

“Sure thing Yoongi.”

Yoongi turns around to face you and says a sentence in Korean.

“Alright well first. I’m Namjoon. Yoongi understands English very well he just has trouble speaking it so I will translate for you. He wants to know if you felt the spark too or if he is just ‘fucking crazy and losing his shit’”. You burst into laughter at that and you notice Yoongi smile at you. 

“Uh, yeah I felt it too so. I guess we’re soulmates? But what the heck was that mess all about back there who are you guys?”

Yoongi looks worried for a second before he talks to Namjoon again.

“He says you have to promise not to freak out when he tells you.”

“Sure, I promise.” 

Yoongi pulls down his mask and speaks this time and you can’t help but find is accent adorable. The second his mask is off you know exactly who he is.

“You know BTS? Billboard singer.” 

“Holy shit. What. You’re THAT Yoongi?!” 

“Promise.” He says to you.

“Right, right I’m sorry. I promised okay. Wow I’m sorry it’s just I am a really big fan of yours and you’re my bias and I just don’t know how to handle this right now. Holy shit.”

“Cute.” Yoongi says. Your whole face breaks out in a blush and you try to hide your face in your hands. He says something to you and Namjoon looks flustered.

“He uh, he says he thinks you’re really handsome and you shouldn’t hide your cute face.” You let out a squeak. Now that you know who this group of guys were it was easy for you to make out who was who even with their disguises on. Jin comes up and says something to Namjoon and he turns to speak to you.

“So, I hate to cut this meeting short but we have a flight to catch and Yoongi really needs to leave. He wanted your contact information earlier so he can continue talking to you and getting to know you while he is away on tour. I can help translate if need be.” You nod your head as Yoongi hands you his phone. Namjoon shows you how to put your contact information in the phone. You hand Yoongi’s phone back to him and you see him typing out a message. Your phone lights up and you read it smiling to yourself.

I can’t wait to get to know you better, y/n. I never thought I would ever meet my soulmate and I am very happy. Talk to you soon. 

You look up and still have a bright smile on your face and Yoongi can’t help but smile back. He gives your hand a light squeeze before kissing the back of it and letting go. Your heart aches a little bit watching him walk away from you. Before he enters his gate he turns around and waves at you. You shyly wave back. You suddenly hear over the loud speaker that your plane is departing soon and you are snapped back to reality. You quickly run to your gate and make it to the plane just as they were about to shut the doors. You sit down and before the plane takes off you send him a message.

I hope you get your destination safely. Text me when you land so I know you made it okay. I can’t wait to get to know you as Min Yoongi, and not Suga of BTS.

#bts #bts reaction #bts reactions #bts scenario #bts scenarios #bts imagine #bts imagines #min yoongi #suga #yoongi x male reader #male reader x yoongi #soulmate au

[asian-hero]

yoooo what about an imagine where shiro is talking about how must he likes the reader to Keith in Japanese or Korean and he doesn’t realise she speaks it and he gets really flustered when she talks back to him in whatever language haha

yes. this is cute. peak cuteness 

also, italics are when someone is speaking japanese okay? (can’t read/write/speak japanese and i’m not testing google translate but if someone reads this and wants to help and give me the translations for the italic speaking parts then that’d be very helpful)

There were very few things in life that made Shiro flustered. He considered himself like a stoic statue, never really showing his emotions outwardly. Of course, his friends knew that he cared about them, as his exterior occasionally cracked and you could see the sliver of unrelenting kindness and warmth. There was also times when Slav would show up, and his stoic face would be replaced by red cheeks and imaginary steam coming out of his ears. But for the most part, Shiro never truly showed his emotions.

That’s why when you showed up, in all of your gorgeous glory, with that stupid, charming smile that made his heart lit up like those carnival games, he wasn’t sure how to handle his emotions. Honestly, the first time that you actually came up and talked to him, introducing yourself as one of his Atlas crew, he could officially say that he was tongue-tied. It didn’t help that Keith was also with him at that time, and as soon as you left, he teased Shiro relentlessly. Each and every day he would come up to Shiro and tell him about how sweet you were or how hot you looked while training with the others. 

From the many months that Shiro knew you, he got better when talking to you. Instead of stuttering and stumbling over his words, he could actually get out a sentence without looking like a tomato. There were perks to it, as now he could talk to you like a friend, but that also meant that, as a friend, he could make you laugh, and he swore on Allura’s right hand that the first time he heard you laugh he saw God. Getting to know you better didn’t help in quelling his tiny crush on you, in fact, it only made it worse with every new aspect he saw of you. 

So now here he was, draped across the couch in the break room, with Keith rubbing his back soothingly, trying to calm the disaster of a man beside him.

“Shiro, you’re a grown man. This is embarrassing.”

“What am I supposed to do?” Shiro questioned, his voice muffled by the couch.

Keith sighed, smacking his friend’s back. “I don’t know, but stop moping.”

Shiro sat up, glaring at the other man. Crossing his arms, he huffed. “I am the captain of the Atlas. I am not ‘moping’.” 

When his friend didn’t respond, he groaned, falling back into the couch. After a few seconds of silence, Shiro rested his chin on the couch cushion, as to not muffle his voice.

“It’s just, how can someone be so perfect?”

Keith smiled, rolling his eyes at his dumb friend. “Well, I moisturize and exfoliate my skin—“

“You know I’m not talking about you,” 

He held a hand up to his chest, gasping in offense. Once he saw the lovestruck look on Shiro’s face, however, he went back to rubbing his back.

“Well, why don’t you just tell them?”

“Because, they’re literally perfect in every way while I’m just,” Shiro gestured towards himself, seemingly defeated, “Me.”

For the second time that day, Keith slapped his back, this time harder than the last. Before he could say anything, the sound of the break room door opening interrupted him. As you walked in, smiling and waving at the both of them, Keith could see Shiro’s soul leave his body. When you went over to grab a drink, Shiro looked over at his friend.

“See? Extremely gorgeous,”

Keith snorted. “All I can see is how dumb you look.”

“Don’t argue with me. They’re too hot for their own good.”

“Sure, Shiro, whatever you say.”

“Do you think I’m not hot, Keith?”

Shiro looked at Keith for a second, confusion covering his face. Keith looked over at you, an amused look on your face. When Keith finally understood the situation, he tilted his head back and cackled. It took Shiro almost a full minute to process what was happening, and once he realized that you could understand them, he shrunk back into the couch, wishing that it would eat him alive. Keith shoved his shoulder, pointing at you and laughing.

“Oh my go— hahaha— she could understand everything you said,” He took in a deep breath, trying to calm his laughing fit, “And you—pff— you’re face!”

Shiro tried to swat the younger man away, attempting to hit him with a pillow. You stood there, watching in amusement as Shiro threw a pillow at Keith who was currently trying to run away. Thankfully, there were too occupied with their argument to notice you and your flustered appearance. You could feel the heat rush to your cheeks when Shiro called you gorgeous. A few more minutes passed by until Keith could finally calm his laughing fit. He wiped the tears away from his eyes as he turned to you, a smirk still on his face. You shook your head, walking over to the two men. Leaning over the couch, you looked at Shiro, who was currently looking at anywhere but you. You smiled softly, pressing a kiss to his forehead. When he looked up, you shrugged your shoulders, heading towards the door.

“Well, I’d love to stay and tease you a little more, but I have a class to teach,” You turned your head, winking at the poor man, “I’ll see you later, Shiro.”

The last thing you could hear was Keith’s laughter and Shiro’s embarrassed groaning.

keith has dumb friend energy™ and i’m here for it

#voltron legendary defender #voltron #vld #takashi shirogane #vld shiro #takashi shirogane x reader #shiro x reader #voltron imagines #voltron x reader