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katierosefun · 3 years
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girls be like “i’m fine” but then watch the scene where the cynical sarcastic tall one clings to the idealistic small one and begs them to please stay because you’re the kind of person i wish i was but never could be
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sarcasmmoo · 4 years
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Unfamiliar
Idol: Jennie Kim (Blackpink) 
Type: Fluff 
Prompt: You’re a guest on a Running Man, and you caught Jennie’s attention (Fem Reader)
Length: 980 words
A/N: There’s actually a lot of Korean in this story (it’s important to the story line) But as I mentioned, I don't speak Korean so if there are incorrect statements, please let me know! 
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“Annyeonghaseyo. Mannaseo bangapsseumnida.” You smiled and greeted the audience, already knowing that you would be asked to repeat yourself in your native tongue. “Hi everyone, it’s nice to meet you all. I’m very excited to be here today.”
“Ah, neo neomu yeppeoyeo,” Yoo Jae-Suk stated after you introduced yourself, and the other guests politely clapped while looking in your direction. “Saejaeyae.”
You gave a light laugh, before shaking your head. “Ani, ani.” Jae-Suk continued on with the introductions, greeting the person at the end of the line. But you began racking your brains trying to figure out what the last phrase meant.
“What does saejaeyae mean,” you mumbled softly under your breath.
Being a foreigner, you knew the basics of the language, and people often told you that your pronunciation was almost perfect. But you’d only been living in the country for less than four months, so there were a lot of gaps in your knowledge.
“It’s the shortened version of sesang-eseo jeil yeppeuda.” You nearly jumped out of your seat at the sudden whisper. Less than two inches from you was Jennie, a bright smile on her face. “He just called you the prettiest in the world.”
“I see,” you nodded slowly, hoping that your heartbeat would follow suit. “Thank you.”
Instinctively, you gave a bow. You turned back to face the wall of cameras, and you heard a giggle from your side. It wasn’t long before the show moved onto to the next segment, and you were called on once more to demonstrate your talent.
“Uh, I don’t know how to say this in Korean,” you started off wearily, flashing the camera a nervous smile. “But I am a black belt in Karate, and I practice Kendo.”
“Kendo?” Song Ji-hyo repeated, tilting her head to the side.
“It’s like swords, right?” Kim Jong-Kook asked you, showing off his English fluency. When you nodded, he flashed you a thumbs up. “Yah, neomu meosjyeo. So cool.”
You laughed at the sudden compliment and grinned over at him. Turning back to the camera, you wiggled your eyebrows. The others laughed at your antics, and you took the opportunity to drag Se-Chan to the front. You ignored his protests, asking him to punch you.
He gave in and swung at you. With ease, you dodged his punch and landed a light hook kick to his head. His eyes widened, his hand automatically going up to touch the top of his head where your foot had been.
“So cool!” Jennie shouted out, her voice rising above the cheers from the others.
You bowed and ran back to your original spot in line. Before you could get too comfortable, the director yelled “cut” and announced that it was time to move onto the second location.
In the van, you found yourself seated beside the window, Jennie on your left. Conversation quickly started, and you tried to keep up. But your limited knowledge was really starting to show. Rather than contributing to the discussion, you found yourself mindlessly nodding. After your twentieth nod, something poked at your thigh. You were met with a smiling girl holding a Choco Pie.
“Want one?”
“Thank you,” you replied softly, not wanting to disturb the ongoing conversation.
You took a bite of the chocolate snack, letting out a small noise of surprise. With wide eyes, you turned towards Jennie. “They taste different here.” She chuckled at your reaction, placing an affectionate hand on your thigh.
“Better or worse?”
“Way better.”
Your conversation was quickly interrupted by one of the members in the back. “Jennie-ssi, have you two met before?” When she shook her head, Haha gestured in your positions.
Jennie had positioned her upper body so she had her back facing everyone else, and her legs were pressed up against yours. Her head was tilted in your direction as well, hair falling onto your shoulder. After being called out, she quickly corrected her posture.
Polite laughter filled the car, but you couldn’t help but miss the warmth from her body. As you arrived at your next destination, you noticed the light blush on Jennie’s cheeks. Your fingertips brushed against hers as you walked in time with one another.
"We'll start filming in five minutes."
You nodded at the producer's announcement, immediately sitting down. The others chuckled at your antics, and you gave them a cheeky grin in return. Jennie smiled down at you, her eyes soft. In response, you gestured for her to join you. She eagerly complied with your request. After plopping herself down, she pulled her knees up to her chest.
"Is this your first variety show?"
"No, I've been on Knowing Brothers," you replied, turning towards her. "I think that one was easier."
"Because Youngchul speaks English?"
A light laugh escaped your lips as you nodded. Before you could give a proper response, the producer spoke up again. "Filming in two minutes. Let's get ready." Everyone chorused back a 'yes,' and the two of you hopped to your feet.
As you stood in line once more, you waited for the director to give the one-minute warning. A light tap on your shoulder brought you out of your light daze, and you turned to Jennie. You were met with a warm gaze.
"I'll be your dictionary today," she announced with a large smile on her face.
A chuckle escaped your lips, and you returned the smile. "Only today?" You joked back, not expecting her to answer.
"Let's see how today goes," she teased in a low voice. "Maybe I can be your permanent dictionary."
Wide-eyed, you stared back at her. You parted your lips to speak, but the director's voice rang out. He held up three fingers and began the countdown. Jennie winked at you and turned back towards the camera, straightening her back. You gulped before following suit.
It was going to be quite a day.  
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gwynne-fics · 6 years
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“I don’t know why my father is pushing this.” Chan-Young clenched his jaw for the third time during the taxi ride. Bo-Na gently patted his arm. “I know who she is and I don’t care.”
“Do you think widowers shouldn’t find someone? It’s been over ten years.”
“He slept with her at the funeral.” It always bothered him. He wasn’t stupid. He knew who his father’s first love was and he didn’t like her. He knew Bo-Na had a lot of respect for her but--
“That is very difficult for a son to come to grips with something so raw,” she said gently. “But if Se-Na tried to comfort you after my death, and you let her, my ghost would be so happy. I didn’t know your mother at all. I can’t imagine losing her so suddenly like that. But I love you so much. I would want you to find relief from your grief no matter what form it took.”
Chan-Young stared at her for a few seconds before looking away. “You’re chiding me.”
Bo-Na laid her head on his shoulder. “Only a little. Sometimes perspective helps. How do you know he slept with her at the funeral?”
He swallowed and closed his eyes. “I heard her ask him if she should come over. He said yes. She did. It wasn’t loud but I knew what they were doing. She was still married. I was fourteen.” He rubbed at his knee and winced. “You are right. He is allowed to move on and find happiness with someone else. President Lee just...she’s...not right for him.”
He knew he surprised her when Bo-Na briefly frowned. He thought she knew who he was talking about. Apparently, her power was not as in depth as he assumed. That was good to know.
“If you are that worried about your father, then I’m sure you can talk to him. You are close and have good communication. I’m sure, once he knows you’re uncomfortable with her, he won’t try to have any more family breakfasts with her.”
“You are chiding me again.” He got a coy look for that so he just kissed her as the taxi stopped in front of his father’s house. “He cares about her. That’s why he’s insisting. I’m the child throwing a tantrum.”
“As long as you know,” she teased. The driver came to open Chan-Young’s door but he caught Bo-Na’s hand before she could rush out to help him.
“I love you,” he said. Her cheeks always turned a cute pink when he said that to her and now is no exception. She darted in with a quick kiss before scurrying around the taxi to help the driver.
The cold weather was havoc on his leg and shoulder. Father had the house a much warmer temperature than was comfortable for normal people and he greeted them both with a hug. Chan-Young briefly felt guilty over his anger towards his father. He’d gotten his cook to make nearly all of Chan-Young’s favorites for breakfast.
So he did his best to allow Father to introduce President Lee as his girlfriend. He bowed as best he could and tried to pretend her smile was genuine when she bowed back. Father gave them the gift basket Kim Won had put together for them and Bo-Na just gushed her gratitude as she recognized the importance of each item and brand.
He didn’t know how Bo-Na did it, but suddenly all Father’s attention was on Bo-Na and it left a quiet little bubble between him and President Lee.
“She’s quite remarkable,” she said softly.
“I know how lucky I am.”
“Of course you do.” It was still soft and gentle. He still resented it. President Lee brought her coffee cup to her lips and sipped her drink. “It is important to him to feel like he has a family. He likes that burden. He prefers all circles of his life are in the same sphere.”
“I think you are using him.” He watched Father closely, just in case he could hear him. He didn’t want to be heard. Chan-Young had no doubt that Father would be upset at his rudeness and he didn’t want to disappoint him.
“I am.” He tried not to gape at the bald admission as she set her mug down at the table. He thought she would argue with him. “He knows that I am.”
Chan-Young didn’t know what to say. The conversation between Father and Bo-Na died and Father gave him an odd look when President stood. “Jae-Ho, I have a meeting. I will see you later.”
Father walked her out and Chan-Young strained to hear their conversation. It seemed amicable before the door closed. Bo-Na poked his cheek and giggled at him. “Are you okay?”
He tried not to make a face. His entire conversation with this woman he resented was so innocuous. Chan-Young felt silly but it didn’t change how he wanted to never see him near his father. Father returned and sat back down at the table.
“Esther would never complain about you,” Father said as he put a piece of omelet on Bo-Na’s rice cup. “But you weren’t welcoming. Not being rude isn’t the same thing.”
Chan-Young looked away. “You are the vice president for a very powerful construction company. She has hooks everywhere. She is a demigod. I don’t think they can be trusted.”
“Excuse me,” Bo-Na interrupted. “My morning sickness.”
She left the table before he could offer to help her. He had to swallow back his embarrassment. “Careful,” Father said. His eyes were cold. He was angry. Chan-Young rarely saw him get angry. “Your wife is a demigod. Your child is a demigod. You don’t hold Lee Bo-Na responsible for what happened to you. Esther should have the same consideration.”
“President Lee is different.”
“How? Because I’m in a relationship with her and you feel protective?”
“Because Omma’s body wasn’t even cold when you fucked her. It was her one insecurity, Appa. She was dead and you just...” He jerked to his feet, hissed at the pain in his leg, and limped towards the bathroom to find his wife. Bo-Na sat on the stairs, looking at her feet, her expression solemn.
“Did it help?” she asked when he sat down next to her. It was more of a collapse. “Saying all those angry things?”
“I don’t know.” He closed his eyes. “Probably not.”
“I will go apologize to Abeonim for you.” She stood and he caught her hand before she could walk away. He pressed his forehead to the back of her palm.
“I’m sorry. I don’t think you or our baby are like her. I’m not blaming you for what happened to me. And I could never...even if I wasn’t like I am, I could never be with Se-Na if you died. That’s so gruesome, Bo-Na.”
“I know but I also don’t want you to close yourself off.”
It was morbidly touching. “You don’t have to apologize for my bad behavior.”
She bent down and kissed the top of his head. “I know. I know you trust me. I know you love our baby. I know why you’re afraid. I am, too. Call us a taxi. I will smooth this over so you have no regrets.”
And she did. He didn’t ask her if she used her power on his father. She probably didn’t have to because his father was a kind man and would give a kind woman whatever she asked for. But it was the first time he left his childhood home without a hug from Father.
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