#Dae biased for life

[pwnyta]

tell me about lost in general bc i watched it vaguely as it was releasing but i was. a child. and never rewatched it and i love learning abt media secondhand through ppl who are rlly into it bc i always learn things in variable order or with immense biases. :)c

THATS SO MUCH RESPONSIBILITY!!! THERES SO TO EXPLAIN!!!

Well obviously.... LOST is about a bunch of survivors of a plane that crashed on a mysterious spooky island and happenings HAPPEN & shenanigans ensue but the story is so twisty turny there is no way I could possibly explain...

BUT I WILL TALK ABOUT MY BLORBOS!!!

FROM MY SHOW!!!

We'll get these three dumbasses outta the way. In order-

Jack. Hes a doctor and the main guy of the series.

Kate. Shes a criminal. The main girl of the series

Sawyer. Hes way better then the other two also a criminal the rival love interest for Kate.. hes gruff. Hes smarmy. he makes insensitive jokes about people. He gets a way more interesting story than the other two. Hes like Daryl Dixon from TWD except actually hot and not stupid as hell. Theyre basically the same guy.

The tension between these 3 fuckin idiots is SO played out. None of this is Kates fault but her character is made significantly worse when this love triangle turned love... square when Juliet gets added later. Jack gets with both Kate and Juliet at some point and theyre both way more interesting with basically anyone else. Including Sawyer!!!

This is all Jacks fault. As per usual.

Jacks claim to fame- Being wrong... all the god damn time. So much that he does is just not correct. Except being nice to Sayid. That is always correct.

Kates Claim to fame- Bein bogged down by fuckin love interests and being an immediately better character when not around them. Especially when shes with Claire.

Sawyers Claim to fame- Bein a redneck guy.

Sun and Jin. Sun is the daughter of some shady business man and Jin, because he loves Sun, ends up working for her father and their life kinda spirals for a bit NGL but they get SOOOO much better.

MY BABIES.... DO NOT SEPARATE THEM.

Sun and Jin are so fucking good its actually crazy. Initially Jin was gonna just get killed off for bein a bastard but (presumably) the writers were like 'Are we really gonna waste DANIEL DAE KIM like that? Are we being so for real? Have you seen him???' And they changed their minds and Sun and Jin are both so precious and I LOVE THEM SO MUCH I DONT WANNA SPOIL THINGS BUT I LOVE THEM. Theyre hands scene.... I WILL CRY FOREVER.

Suns Claim to fame- Crackin Ben in the dome cuz she REASONABLY didnt believe him! Jack could never.

Jins Claim to fame- Being found in the woods occasionally by world weary friends and instantly making theyre day better.

Walt and Michael...

I think what happened here is Walt grew too quickly for the show and he just sorta got let go... which left Michael with NOT MUCH ELSE TO DO.

BUT THE WRITERS DID THIS MAN SO FUCKING DIRTY ITS INSANE. The fandom too! Walt gets kidnapped by some dudes AT GUN POINT. AT SEA!!! AND NO ONE FUCKING CARED... EXCEPT MICHAEL. But people got REAL MAD at Michael for everything he did after in desperation to get his son back. MICHAEL DID NOTHING WRONG(except for all the wrongs he did but we forgive him.)

Michaels relationship with Sun & Jin was great. First there was a thing with Sun and Jin... and then Sun with Michael... and then Jin and Michael (A wild and adorable friendship holy shit)...

Anyways Michael deserved better KEEP MY WIFES NAME OUT YOUR GODDAMN MOUTH. Wasting Harold Perrineau... Imma watch OZ instead THATLL SHOW YOU.

Walts Claim to fame- Bein a lil cutie pie of like 5 minutes & then getting kicked off the show for growing like 12 feet an hour (speculation)

Michaels Claim to fame- Ruining Hurleys date & becoming Sun and Jins boyfriend.

Charlie and Claire! Charlie is drug addict member of the band DRIVE SHAFT! Claire is a pregnant lady whos secretly something to someone else but we wont get into it.

They are sometimes cute sometimes cursed Claire deserves better and NOT PENNYS BOAT STILL MAKES ME CRY. GOOD BYE.

Charlies Claim to Fame- Putting his hand on glass and devastating a community of innocent fans.

Claires Claim to Fame- Taking care of 'Aaron' IYKYK

Sayid has such a cursed life... if anyone has watched VLD... its worse than what they did to Shiro. People he loves keeps dying, hes forced to kill people, every time he gets hurt he looks up with his big sad brown eyes and says he deserves it. he tries so hard to be a good man... WHY DO THINGS KEEP HAPPENING TO HIM.

Claim to fame- His big sad brown eyes and his luscious curls... and that time he snapped a mans neck with his ankles after he was tied up and beaten and held at gun point... As one does.

And then theres THIS fuckin freak... JOHN LOCKE.

His dad stole his kidney and threw him out a window paralyzing him from the waist down and he acts completely normal because of that throughout the rest of the show. (HES PHENOMENAL.)

Claim to fame- DONT EVER TELL ME WHAT I CANT DO!!!!!

Then theres HUGO. BEST BOY!!!! Hes basically the only normal person on this entire island. Sometimes bad things happen to him THROUGH NO FAULT OF HIS OWN OH MY GOD PLEASE BE NICE TO HIM.

Claim to fame- HURLEY HUGS!!!! GOLLY HE HUGS SO MANY PEOPLE AND THEYRE ALL HAPPY ABOUT IT!!! EVEN MILES! And Miles could find a way to complain about ANYTHING.

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Those are like the MAIN GUYS.

WHO THE HELL IS NIKKI!? We just dont know.

But have some important other guys~

DESMOND AND PENNY....

(me blubbering and bawling)

Claim to fame- (I just continue pointing and crying) CHARLIEEEE

BEN LINUS!!!

I know I called John a freak but heres John bigger freak of a boyfriend/tormentor/tormentee... This mans name is Been Lyin' basically and he'll lie about anything anywhere at anytime at all down here in the deep blue sea! AND PEOPLE JUST KEEP BELIEVING HIM. So at some point you just go... 'well they kinda deserve it.'

Michael Emersons performance as Ben Linus was so fuckin good they kept him on for the rest of the series even tho he was definitely not supposed to be there that long. IT WAS THE BEST DECISION. BEN IS SO GOOD(as a character in LOST hes a bastard otherwise.)

Claim to fame- Gettin his ass beat constantly. In a funny way. Sayid also gets bullied a lot but Sayid doesnt deserve it. BEN DOES. ITS FUNNY EVERY TIME.

Rousseau is a crazy French woman who lives in the woods. She does torture Sayid a little and a lesser woman would be incinerated for that action alone....... but I love Rousseau.

Claim to fame- Taking any opportunity to beat the shit outta Ben. Good for her.

Abaddon! Hes not an important character really at all... THEY DIDNT DO ANYTHING WITH LANCE REDDICK!?!?!? THEY JUST KILLED HIM!?!? FOR WHAT REASON DO YOU HIRE LANCE REDDICK AND DO NOTHING WITH HIS CHARACTER!?

Claim to Fame- BEING PLAYED BY LANCE REDDICK!!!!!!!

There are a bunch of other characters... ones that I love... like Frank and Miles and Mr Eko and Nikki and Paulo(who the hell are Nikki and Paulo!?) and Rose and Bernard and Boone and Shannon but I'll leave you with one last character.

VINCENT!!!!!! SUCH A GOOD BOY!!!

Claim to Fame- Making sure a certain someone does not die alone cuz they lived together.

I just wanna talk about LOST with you Just wanna kinda get LOST in you ya~ Was thinking maybe I could watch LOST with you cuz im already~ LOST IN YOU~

[hindiculturalinfo]

The Intro

The culture I will be studying is the Hindu culture.I am very intrigued by this culture because I think it has a ton of tradition and I respect that so much. Some of my best friends are of the Hindu culture so I think it will translate very effectively for me because I can understand them and where they come from to a greater extent. One of my best friend and his family has a very interesting way they interact with each other, their whole family lives in the same house, they make money together and it makes a ton of sense, therefore if I can understand how their culture works it will be very beneficial.

Hindu is the worlds oldest religion. It is mostly located in India, and it is interesting because it is many religions and theories combined into one. It is more thought of as a “way of life” than just a religion or culture. They worship a single God but also believe in other Gods and Goddesses as well. Hindu culture does not eat beef or pork because it is a very important aspect of the culture. Hindu has many sacred texts but the major reading is the vedas. It is composed of the rig Veda, the Samaveda, yajurveda, and  ataharvaveda.

When the saying “in studying other culture, we do so very often from the perspective of our own culture”  I believe that that means that we kind of compare the new culture to our culture before truly taking in all aspects of another culture with a non biased opinion. So, usually there is a biased that does not need to be present but there can be. I believe it is unfair to have a biased towards another culture without hearing it out fully. It relates to the DAE model, people tend to analyze before actually finding out the facts. I will personally fully look through the religion through a non biased lens before I create my own assumptions about a religion. I would also if possible like to surround myself by this culture so I can also be around it and truly feel what it feels like to be apart of a culture that is not my own. I believe my first step will be attending a wedding of the Hindu culture so I can understand what that tradition is really like and all that goes into it.

“Hinduism - Origins, Facts & Beliefs.�� History.Com, www.history.com/topics/religion/hinduism. Accessed 18 June 2023.

[kpop-goestheweasel]

Can we talk about how dern cute he is, lost in his own little world? 😱😍

[5view]

Rules: list ten biases, not in the same group, and tag ten pals!

I was tagged by @dragonslayerfire thanks  💕💕

Yoongi (BTS)

Mino (Winner)

Daehyun (B.A.P)

Junhoe (iKON)

HyunA (4minute)

Wonho (Monsta X)

Ravi (Vixx)

Baekhyun (EXO)

Jaebum (GOT7)

Rosé (Blackpink)

I’m tagging @agu5td @nicodinerd @ren-minki @soft-drizzle @sayu-yagami @sugoihobi @heijeu @sugakyubes @qytet if you feel like it!

[xe-company]

CHOI DAEHYUN [HANGMAN] PROFILE & FACTS

➢ BASICS:

STAGE NAME: Daehyun

BIRTH NAME: Choi Haewon; legally changed her name is Daehyun

NATIONALITY: Korean

BIRTH PLACE: Incheon, South Korea

BIRTHDAY: October 29th, 1999

ZODIAC SIGN: Scorpio

HEIGHT: 160 cm (5’3″)

WEIGHT: 57 kg (125 lbs)

BLOOD TYPE: O

➢ SOCIAL MEDIA

INSTAGRAM: @ a.dae.in.the.life

TWITTER: @ pvndorv.dvehyun

YOUTUBE: a dae in the life

➢ GROUP INFORMATION

GROUP: Hangman

SUB UNIT: Pvndorv

POSITION: Lead Rapper, Vocalist

FACE + VOICE CLAIMS: Gahyeon [DREAMCATCHER]

➢ FACTS

Rumor Has It titles: THE COPYCAT / THE GRIFTER

She is friends with PRISTIN‘s Yehana, Dahyun (Twice), Miyeon (G-Idle), Jane (Momoland), Chaewon (April).

Often referred to as mini Google due to her large knowledge of random things [WEEKLY IDOL].

Has her own room in the dorm; won a rock-papers-scissors game between the members.

Her English name Corvina.

Once jokingly auditioned for SM and CUBE; got accepted by both but didn’t end up joining [FANSIGN]

Likes to learn Japanese from the group’s Japanese line

She is the most biased female member of the group from fans in South Korea

She was a participant in the YG show MIXNINE, but she left the show early due to schedule.

Was originally in CASSIOPEIA MEDIA’s predebut project group MORNINGSTAR but due to a health/medical reason she left the group after their first comeback.

Former dated member Nikolai predebut but broke up after she left the group.

When asked about a favorite artist, she always has Jessi as her answer.

[hongcherry]

WAHH I WASNT EXPECTING YOU TO READ IT ALL IN ONE SITTING 😭😭😭😭 thank you so much!!! I’m super happy it pulled you in that much 🥰

LOL this made me giggle. Hajun and Hana really be bringing out everyone’s claws 🤣 I love to see it. #Teamwork

Omg describing YN as a tsundere is so accurate 😳 I never thought of that before. Also, good that you wanted to fight her! I wanted her to be meaner but I’m glad this version is still getting my idea across!

I love deep convos so they’re always welcomed 🥺 Family drama is the worst. I’m one of those people who isn’t afraid to cut someone out of my life regardless of if they’re blood, but I know not everyone is like that. I’ve also never been super close with any of them, so that def is a factor. I like how you phrased it: “home life can shape a person.” So true 😔 And home life isn’t always shown to the public, as seen in this fic, which emphasizes the point people should try to be nice to others and not bully!!!!! (*looks at all the mean anons*)

YN and Dae didn’t have the best first impressions LOL. I’m glad she grew on you tho! And I’m happy you can see the shift in YN’s behavior due to Seungcheol’s presence 🥰 That’s what I wanted to convey, so yay for it working!

Your compliment about my character’s growth, development, and complexity means SO MUCH to me. I really wanted to delve more into characterization since I feel I’ve never done that before. Or at least, not to this extent. So, thank you so very much for saying this 🥺

The brat and brat tamer comment got me dizzy 😵‍💫 I love this dynamic so much. Like I feel myself going feral at just the thought of it…

You can join my taglist here! Tho, I will tag you when I publish the next part if I don’t see your entry since it’s short notice haha. And yay for same biases!!!

I’ve realized I’ll forever be delulu. I’m too far gone 😔 Messy Cheol has me folding so fast 🫠

Thank you for your sweet feedback! It made me so happy to read your thoughts 🤍

pretty please (stay with me) || c.sc | 4 (m)

“After being assigned a fashion show for your big senior project, you set off to find volunteers to make it successful. However, when you meet Choi Seungcheol and his unfriendly clique through your volunteers, you realize they’re an unwanted package deal you can’t escape from. Can you handle Seungcheol’s obnoxious friends, and can he handle your brash behavior?”

🍒 Pairing: businessMajor!Seungcheol x fashionMajor!Reader (afab)

🍒 Rating/Genres/AUs: M(18+); Slice of life (!!!), slow burn, drama, fluff, angst, smut; Unrequited enemies to lovers, strangers to lovers, college au

🍒 Warnings: General tws + alcohol consumption/drunk character, one physical altercation (not domestic abuse; not between mc&Cheol), name calling not in bed (whore, bitch), vomit, joke about murder | [smut warnings] soft sex, messy sex, protected sex, oral (m & f), face fucking, gagging, light breast play, cum swallowing, light cum play, spit play

🍒 WC: 12.1k

🍒 Betas: Sarah, Indi, Kelly, Freya 💝

🍒 Author’s Note: I am SO sorry I haven't replied to some of your responses to the last chapter. Something big happened IRL that made me want to withdraw from people for a while. Though, I've read the feedback and appreciate all the sweet words! I promise to reply to them soon. Anyway, lots of stuff happening in this chapter, so please enjoy more drama 😬💖

also read here: AO3 | Wattpad

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“Hold still!” you urge as you try to hold the fabric in place.

Mingyu squirms above you, tiny giggles escaping his mouth. “It tickles!”

“I’m going to stab you with this needle if you keep moving,” you explain and peer up at him.

“I’ll tell your boyfriend you said that,” he grumbles and calms his movements. His hands clench as he tries to resist the need to move.

“I don’t have a boyfriend,” you reply, annoyed. You adjust the fabric on him, then slip in a needle to keep it in place.

“I’m sure Seungcheol won’t be happy to hear that,” he mutters.

Your eyes narrow, poking another needle in.

“Ow!” Mingyu cries and moves away from you. “That was on purpose.”

You raise your eyebrows. “Was it? I think you just moved wrong.”

“I didn’t move at all!” he argues.

You ignore his complaint and point back in front of you. He sighs, obliging to your request. 

You had met Mingyu at his apartment to try out the outfit you made for him. For the most part, it fits nicely, but there are a few adjustments that need to be made.

You hear keys rattling at the door and peer your head to see who’s coming. Wonwoo and Seungkwan stroll in. They stop mid-sentence when they see you.

“Hey Yn, we didn’t know you’d be here,” Seungkwan greets. You turn away from them and attend to Mingyu again.

“Surprise,” you say, although with no enthusiasm in your tone.

“What’s going on?” Wonwoo asks while setting down his camera bag. He tosses his keys next to it and walks to the kitchen.

“Yn’s stabbing me with needles because I brought up her boyfrie—Ow!”

“Oops,” you shrug. You quickly pin the fabric in its new spot. You didn’t think it'd take this long, but Mingyu kept fidgeting.

“You have a boyfriend?” asks Seungkwan.

“No,” you reply curtly. “Done. Now, go take it off, so I can make the changes.”

“Finally,” Mingyu replies and leaves without another word. He probably doesn’t want to be poked with another needle.

“Who was he talking about then?” Seungkwan wonders.

“No one. How are you guys?” you ask in hopes to change the subject. You start repacking the bag you brought.

“Pretty tired, but that seems to be the normal life of a college student,” Seungkwan says with a chuckle.

“How’s the project?” Wonwoo chimes in, a glass of water in his hand.

You stand up from the floor and adjust your clothes. “It’s going,” you answer with an exhale.

“Are tickets on sale for it yet?” he questions. You pause in grabbing your purse from the couch.

“You’re going to go to it?” you ask, not expecting him to come. It doesn’t seem like his thing.

“Of course! We’re all planning to come—Shit, wait, was that a secret?” Seungkwan stops himself, his hand coming up to his forehead as his mouth opens.

“Dude!” Mingyu calls as he emerges from the other room. He hands you the garment, eyeing Seungkwan.

“Blame Wonwoo! He brought up getting tickets,” Seungkwan whines and sends a slender finger in Wonwoo’s direction.

“No one told me we weren't supposed to tell Yn,” Wonwoo huffs.

“Seungcheol’s going to rip you all a new one,” Mingyu tsks.

“Seungcheol?” you question and look at the tall man.

Has Seungcheol been planning for all of them to come to your show?

“Uh, a d-different Seungcheol. Not the one you know. Kim Seungcheol! Not Choi Seungcheol. Youdon’tknowhim,” Mingyu rambles, words rushing together. His gaze is darting around the room—landing on anything but your eyes.

“I see,” you say slowly. You know they’re aware you don’t believe Mingyu’s lie.

“Please don’t say anything to him,” Mingyu pleads, his lower lip sticking out in a pout. He’s such a big puppy.

You sigh, fixing your bag on your shoulder. “Say what to who?”

“Precisely.” Seungkwan smiles.

You make your way to the door, turning after you open it.

“I'll text you when we can meet again, Mingyu,” you inform him.

“Alright. Bye, Yn,” he replies. They all give you a wave as you exit their place.

You aren’t sure what to do with knowing Seungcheol is coming to the show. More unexpectedly, you don’t know what to do knowing he’s arranging for his friends to come too. You aren’t even sure if your father and Seoah will come. You’ll like to say that you don’t care if no one you know shows up. As long as scouts come and are amazed by your work, that’s all you need. Though the more you grow fond of these people, the more you want them to be your friends and support you like how Dae supports you. Beyond that, you want Seungcheol to support you—to be proud of you. Even though you aren’t supposed to know about his attendance, it gives you a sudden boost of motivation to do better. Not only for yourself but for your friends so they can be proud to say they know you.

You arrive at Dae’s fully prepared to have a sewing partner for the night. However, you end up with a shot glass in your hand at a bar.

“To almost being done with this project,” Dae declares, her glass rising in the air.

“What you said,” you reply. You clink your glass against hers, tapping it on the counter, then tipping your head back as you drown the alcohol. The burning in your throat is temporary, and you turn in your seat to look around while it settles. The place is crowded, as expected on a Friday night.

Dae had worked for twenty minutes before she let out a frustrated puff of air. She claimed she was tired of staring at fabric and needed a break. You suggested she go rest on the couch, but her idea of taking a break was different from yours. Despite your protests, Dae dragged you from her home and got a ride to her favorite bar. You used to accompany Dae here a lot, but you were never a drinker, and you often had to tend to your family most nights. Thus, your trips became less frequent.

Although Dae’s goal is to get drunk, yours is not. You’ve taken two shots and plan to call it a night. You don’t want to spend the night babysitting Dae, but it seems you have no choice. She’s dragged you from one bar to another—ordering a drink at each. She’ll offer you a sip, and each time, you shake your head.

The occasional person will slither up and offer to pay for your drinks. It’s annoying because you don't need to cater to boosting a stranger’s ego. They always want something in return, and you’re not going to give them anything. 

You decline politely the first time, sternly the second, and bitchy the third. The ones who get the third “no” are less thrilled to hear it, but that doesn’t bother you. You are fully prepared to use your heels as a weapon if one gets too offended. Luckily, that hasn’t had to happen so far.

“Hm, ‘tis one tastes like… ‘otton ‘andy!” Dae exclaims excitedly as she takes another sip. You watch her redden-face light up for the nth time while drinking this one. “’ou should try it!”

You force a smile and shake your hand, telling her no. Her face drops.

“But you wuv ‘otton ‘andy,” she whines and slides the drink to you. Her eyes become glossier the longer you refuse the drink. “I pwomise ‘ou’d wuv it!”

You glance at the drink. It’s a pretty blue color and looks appetizing. Sighing, you raise the glass to your mouth. You let the liquid touch your lips, then set it down. Your tongue darts out to taste it. You have to admit, the small drop you get does taste good.

“Delicious,” you hum, giving her a big smile. Her body straightens quickly, and you grab her arm when she leans a little too far back.

“Shee!” she beams.

“Finish it, so we can go,” you instruct, moving the glass back. There isn’t much left. She shakes her head.

“You!” she answers.

“You deserve it more. You’ve been working hard,” you say. Her brows suddenly tilt down, mouth in a deep frown. She looks like she’s about to cry.

“’ve been! Gawd I’m sh-o tired, but I ‘ave to do goodth,” she says and puts her head on the table, although harder than she means to. You wince at the loud thud. “Can’t let ‘tis go to ‘atse.”

You place a hand on her back, rubbing soothing circles. “It won’t. Someone’s going to come and see your work and offer you a job. You’re talented, Dae.”

Her head lifts up, bobbing slightly at the weight. “Yeah?”

“Yes,” you answer, and you mean it. You don’t compliment her work as much as she does yours. It’s always easier not to mention it instead of risking a heartfelt conversation. Those always make you feel weird. “You’re not top of the class for no reason.”

She shakes her head. “’ou’re top of ta class.”

“I didn’t say you were the only one up there,” you tease gently, causing her to giggle.

“’m glad ‘ou think that o’ me,” she answers with a loud sigh. “It’s ‘ard to be compar’d to ‘ou.”

You try to hide your frown. She rarely mentions how being associated with you affects her. Sure, you’ve guessed before, but you’ve never brought up the topic. Partly because you’re afraid of the answer. You don’t want to hear how you’ve made her feel insecure. You don’t want to know all the troubles you’ve indirectly or directly put her through.

Although it will be easier to talk about this when she’s intoxicated since she may not remember it, it isn’t right.

“Don’t compare. You have talents I don’t have,” you say.

“’ike?” she wonders, but you shake your head.

“We can talk about it when you’re sober,” you explain. After making sure everything is paid for, you gently help her down the stool.

“’ne’ore bar!” she begs, hands holding your arms tightly.

“One more,” you repeat, “but a small drink this time,” you bargain.

“Ye’sh!” she shouts, throwing her arms up and tripping over her feet. You reach out quickly and steady her. Once she’s balanced again, you carefully walk toward the exit. You lean Dae against you to try to get her to stop swaying as you walk to the next bar.

“’ey! Whadd’s ‘at?” Dae quickly points to the floor, reaching down before you can stop her. The fast movement combined with the shift in weight has her falling to the floor. You instinctively reach out to ease her fall, but it’s no use. She’s on the floor before you can blink. There is laughter behind you, but you ignore it. It isn’t the first time someone’s fallen over from being drunk on this street.

“Fhuck!” Dae whines and stares at her hands. There are a few concrete burns on them, but nothing antibiotics and band-aids can’t fix.

“I think we’re done for the night,” you say and offer a hand to her. 

She repositions to her hands and knees, reaching up to grab your outstretched hand. However, her supporting arm isn’t strong enough to hold her weight, and the sudden tug on your hand as she falls again forces you to the floor. You hit her head on the way down, yelping at the feeling and letting go of Dae to caress the area. Additionally to the thud, there is a crack as you fall. 

For a second you think you broke something. Though, besides the soreness on your hands, knees, and head, nothing feels broken. You move your legs to rest in front of you only to see one of your shoes has lost its heel piece.

The giggles behind you grow louder.

“How pathetic,” a voice laughs. It’s familiar, but you dismiss it to be someone you heard in one of the bars you went to.

“Really,” another person adds.

You dust off your legs, seeing matching red on your exposed skin. Dae’s sudden loud voice makes you jump.

“’ere it is!” Dae announces happily. Her hand comes into view, and in it is a coin. Your shoulders sag.

All this for a coin.

“You’re going to spend that on buying me a new pair of shoes,” you huff, removing your heels. It isn’t ideal to walk barefoot, but you don’t feel like hobbling your way around.

“No!” she cries and moves the coin from you quickly. Her movement is too big and quick, and you have to grab her again before she falls backward. You swiftly tug her upright.

“Just stop moving!” you growl and tighten your hold on her to keep her still.

“Wait, is that Yn?” someone says behind you. At the sound of your name, you glance over your shoulder. As if your night can get worse.

Hajun sputters, a smile growing at the sight of you. “Oh my god, it is. No wonder they are so pitiful.”

“Both of them,” Hana giggles.

“Of course, you befriend those similar to you. It’s only right they’re friends.”

Your eyes narrow on them, hand twitching as you fight the urge to chuck your non-broken heel at their faces.

“Isn’t that right?” you scoff. “You’re both pieces of shit and friends. Wow! Truly a match.”

You clasp your hands together, voice going higher as you pretend you’re elated for them.

“Says the whores who are on the floor. It’s where you belong anyway,” Hajun replies, arms crossing over her chest.

“And you know where you belong? Beaten and bruised in the hospital. I can help with that,” you threaten and start to stand up to do just that. However, there is wetness spreading on your lower half accompanied by gagging. You gasp at the sensation and look down to see what happened.

Your night definitely just got worse.

Dae has emptied her stomach and looks like she’s about to do it again. You scramble up and move aside, grabbing her hair to hold it back as you try to block out the sound of her hurling. You hate that you can feel her vomit trailing down your legs now that you are upright on your knees. The thought alone has you almost joining her.

“Oh, this is just perfect,” Hana laughs.

“Where’s my phone? I need a picture,” Hajun says and pats her body in search of the device.

“A picture of what?” a new voice questions. Joshua walks from behind them. Great.

“That,” Hajun replies with a laugh. You quickly glance down, letting your hair fall into your face so he can’t see you. You don’t need more people who know you see your current situation.

“Leave them alone, guys,” Joshua says. You start to panic when you hear footsteps. Though, the person doesn’t get far.

“You’re right, we should just go,” Hajun answers. “Come on.”

There's a shuffling of feet before footsteps occur again, but away from you this time. You sigh internally and turn back to Dae.

“You okay?” you question.

“I-I thwink you’re right. ‘hat was-h the las’bar,” Dae groans, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

“Let’s get home,” you instruct and grab her hands slowly. You don’t want her to throw up again from moving too fast.

“Where did they go?” another voice asks from afar.

“They said they would wait outside the door.”

Your body tenses at the voice. You are imagining it. Your brain is just choosing the worst time to think of him. It’s all in your head.

“Over here!” Hana calls out.

You steadily stand up with Dae, her arms gripping yours tightly.

“Easy,” you speak calmly. Your gaze drops to your discarded shoes on the floor. You want to pick them up, but you’re afraid of letting go of Dae. Sighing, you decide to leave them.

“’m shorry,” she mumbles as you take a step forward. You want to find a bench you can both rest on as you wait for a ride.

“Ah, they’re over there, let’s go,” the first voice says.

“Just wait a minute. They look like they need help.”

No. No, you don’t need help.

“Where are you going? They’re fine!” Hajun calls out. You turn Dae around and start the other way.

The feet are jogging toward you now. You have no other choice but to prepare to see the last person on your desired visiting list. There’s no way you can transport yourself and Dae away before he reaches you.

“Hey, do you need a han—C-Cherry?” Seungcheol stutters when he comes next to you. You slow in your steps, reluctantly looking up to see him.

“No. We’re fine,” you reply sternly. Despite your answer, Seungcheol puts an arm around Dae to offer more support. You stand your ground and don’t let her go.

“Who-sh ‘erry?” Dae wonders.

“No one,” you tell her and then look at him, “Seungcheol, let her go. I’ve got her.”

“What’s going on?” Joshua’s face suddenly pops up behind Seungcheol. Seungcheol stops walking, and unless you want to play tug-o-war with Dae, you have to stop too.

“Yn?” he asks, shocked. Then his gaze goes behind him. He makes a disappointing noise. “No wonder they wanted us to leave so fast.”

“What are you talking about, Shua?” Seungcheol questions. He still hasn’t let go of Dae.

“Ha—” Joshua starts but stops when Hajun’s voice sounds.

“Oh my, is that Yn? Oh no!”

Hajun appears in front of you. Your first instinct is to punch her; that’s evident in the way your hand fists in a ball at your side.

“Are you okay? Do you need a ride?” she looks at you with a worried expression. Your mouth drops slightly at her unexpected reaction. A few minutes ago she was a devil, but now she is an angel? Since when does she pretend to be nice?

“’uck off,” Dae mumbles. You let out a silent laugh and glance at her. She looks exhausted and dizzy, yet her eyes are on Hajun.

“M-me? But I’m just trying to help.”

“Oh, really? How does taking a picture of us help?” you wonder.

“What picture?” Seungcheol questions.

“I don’t know what she’s talking about,” Hajun answers, looking at him innocently. Your gaze moves to Seungcheol briefly. Did he say something to her, or is she trying a different tactic to get his sympathy?

“Yes, you do,” Joshua says.

“Shua! No, I don’t,” she whines and gives him a sad expression.

You do not have time for her games.

“Can you all just go away? I’m trying to get Dae home,” you sigh.

“Hm, ‘hat’ould be nice,” Dae mumbles.

“You’re right. We’re sorry to be bothering you. Come on, boys. We have another place to be,” Hajun concurs, gesturing to the rest of the group who lingers a few feet away.

“You guys can go without me. I’ll help them get home,” Seungcheol says. You whip your gaze to him, eyes narrowing in hopes it’ll make him leave. Though, your threatening glare has no effect on him.

“I’ll help, too,” Joshua adds.

“W-what? But we need you guys. They’ll be fine,” Hajun pleads.

Seungcheol chuckles dryly. “I doubt you need us to watch a movie.”

“For fuck’s sake, all of you leave now!” you growl, a headache sprouting. Your clothes are damp, your feet are aching, and your patience is gone.

“I’m not leaving,” Seungcheol says.

“Yes, you are. Go away!” you snap and shove at his arm that is on Dae.

“Don’t talk to him like that,” Hajun hisses and pushes you as if to get you back for shoving Seungcheol.

Oh, you are so over this girl.

Knowing Seungcheol is still holding Dae, you slip away from her and take a step toward Hajun. You reach out quickly when she tries to move away.

“Let go, psycho!” Hajun cries, innocent voice gone and back to how it normally is. You grip her arm tighter when she tugs on it.

“Remember what I said? Beaten and bruised in the hospital, bitch,” you snarl, fully preparing to swing a fist at her disgusting face. 

Someone suddenly pulls you away, forcing your hand to let go of her.

“You’re such a fucking freak,” Hajun growls.

With all your might, you push away from whoever is holding you. You only have one thought in mind as you accost her again. Needing to act fast, you don’t hesitate to reel your hand back before connecting your palm roughly against her cheek.

Hajun shrieks loudly and places a hand on her face in surprise.

“Yn!” you hear Seungcheol scold but ignore him.

Hajun lunges toward you, but before she can do anything, you’re grabbed and twirled around to face the opposite direction. You stumble forward in their grasp when Hajun bumps into you both, unable to stop her momentum. You figure Seungcheol is the one who stops you, but when you raise your eyes, you see him still holding Dae, who is quickly falling asleep. Your head snaps up to see Joshua behind you.

“If you don’t let go of me, I will claw your eyes out,” you warn him. Joshua’s eyes widen at you before peering at Seungcheol.

“This is what turns you on?” he asks Seungcheol.

“What?” you and Hajun say in unison. Seungcheol glares at Joshua but says nothing of it. If you weren’t so occupied with the situation at hand, you may have let that sink in more.

“Don’t tell me you like her!” Hajun scoffs.

Seungcheol’s jaw clenches as he averts his gaze from Joshua to Hajun. “Go with the others.”

“Are you serious, Cheollie? You can do better than that. She’ll just make your life miserable,” Hajun exasperates.

You glance up at Joshua, battling your eyelashes at him. You change your tone to sound sweeter. “If I say pretty please, will you let me go? I promise to leave one eye in.”

“Charming,” he answers with a small laugh and then flickers his gaze back to Seungcheol. “I see the appeal now.”

“Shua!” Hajun screeches, betrayal in her voice. You send her a smirk and shrug. She looks like she is ready to lunge at you, but Joshua still stands between you two.

“Joshua, can you give me your keys?” Seungcheol asks. Joshua digs out his keys from his pocket with one hand, keeping the other around you in case you decide to escape. He tosses them toward Seungcheol and he catches them with ease. Seungcheol doesn’t say anything else as he picks up Dae in his arms, then walks down the sidewalk.

“Cheol!” Hajun calls out. He pauses to peer back.

“Go with the others, Hajun. I’m not going back,” he replies before continuing his walk. You stare at his back, a little dumbstruck that he’s actually helping you rather than leaving you for his friends.

Joshua releases his hold and begins to follow Seungcheol. He stops when you don't move.

“I’m not dumb enough to leave you together. Let’s go, Yn,” he says and grabs your wrist.

You open your mouth to get the last word, but the look of utter betrayal on Hajun’s face is satisfying enough. Thus, you let Joshua pull you away from her.

When you arrive at Joshua’s car, Seungcheol closes the door after putting Dae inside. She’s passed out now. You place a hand on the handle, ready to climb inside, but Seungcheol stops you.

“Now’s not the time to be chivalrous, Cheollie,” you say, voice a little mocking at the nickname Hajun uses for him.

“You’re not going with him,” he answers firmly.

Seungcheol puts his focus on Joshua and says, “Text me when you get home safely. Thanks for taking care of her.”

“It’s no problem. See you guys!” he replies and gets in the driver’s seat.

“He’s taking Dae to her home? I should go, so I can take care of her,” you explain and take a step toward the car. Seungcheol grabs your upper arm and pulls you away.

“No, he’s taking her to his. She’ll wake up confused, but she’ll be safe. Now, let’s go,” he answers. He lets go of you and walks in the other direction.

“Go where?” you huff, watching Joshua drive off for a few seconds before jogging to catch up. He doesn’t reply. You roll your eyes and keep following him.

A sudden pain in your foot has you gasping, wrapping a hand around it, and looking down to see what you stepped on.

“Stupid rock,” you mumble while glancing down at the damned stone.

“Where are your shoes?” Seungcheol asks, stopping a little ways ahead. You would have thought he’d noticed earlier, but you guess he was more focused on other stuff.

“Ruined,” you shrug and gently put your foot down. You start walking again, limping as you go. It isn’t bleeding, but the area is a little sensitive.

Seungcheol takes a few big steps toward you.

“Didn’t I tell you not to walk barefoot?” he questions before picking you up without warning. Usually, you would whine, but your feet are aching from the rugged terrain so you let him carry you.

“Hm, did you? I guess I didn’t hear,” you answer, snaking an arm around his shoulders.

Seungcheol doesn’t reply, his focus in front of him. Like before, he rests you on his shoes while he opens the door.

“I don’t want to ruin your car,” you say, gesturing to the throw up on your clothes. You’re sure you’ve already ruined his clothes, but you’re nervous about being trapped in a small area with him now.

“I don’t care. Get in,” he replies. You hesitate long enough for Seungcheol to gently nudge you.

“Alright, alright,” you murmur and climb in. Despite your worry about dirtying his expensive car, you can’t stop your body from sinking into his comfortable seats. You’re tired mentally and physically, so it feels nice to finally sit down.

You expect Seungcheol to lecture you about anything and everything, but instead, he remains silent as he drives off. The tense quietness has you shifting in your seat. You look at Seungcheol, noticing the way he is tightening and untightening his grip on the wheel. Due to his short-sleeved shirt, you can see the way his muscles are flexing at the action.

Your gaze trails down his forearms, stopping when you spot the two bracelets you and Seoah made him. Your lips start to curl into a smile at seeing them. Although you had secretly hoped he’d wear them, you weren’t sure if he would. You feel a small sense of pride fill your chest before you remember the predicament you are in.

The grin quickly drops as your eyes go back to his face—jaw clenched and eyes firmly on the road ahead.

“You can’t be mad at me,” you say to break the silence. “She had that coming. You should be rather proud, actually. I’ve been wanting to do that for a long ti—”

“What were you doing out there?” he asks. You stop, eyebrows knitting together at his strange topic change.

“W-what? We were just drinking. Well, Dae was. I was just there to be a good friend,” you answer.

“Where was your ride?”

“I was about to call one,” you say.

His lips dip lower than they already are. “You shouldn’t use those services. They’re dangerous.”

“Oh, right. I’ll call my private chauffeur next time,” you reply sarcastically.

“You can call me,” he says as if it’s the obvious thing to do.

You laugh. “You’re the last person I would call.”

“Why is that?” he questions and looks at you finally. The red light shines an eerily glow on his face.

You shrug and peer away, not wanting to see him so…. disappointed? Mad? Dejected?

“You’re not my friend.”

“I’m not your friend?” he repeats with a scoff. At the green light, he drives again.

You stay silent this time.

“So, I invite you to dinner—twice—”

“Actually, the first wasn’t really a dinner,” you say.

Seungcheol takes a deep breath, and you can tell he’s trying not to get any more frustrated. You bite the inside of your cheek and fiddle with your clothes. He waits to see if you will say anything else before continuing.

“I drive you places. I pay for your food, I let you stay at my place. All because I’m what? A stranger to you?”

“I—Well,” you mumble. You don’t have anything to say to that because it’s true. He did all those things. It’s unlikely a stranger would do that. Maybe some of them once, but not multiple times like he has.

“Hey, wait, this isn’t the way to my house,” you observe outside. The area isn’t familiar to you.

“Hm,” he hums.

“You’re not about to murder me and chop up my body in little bits, right?” you ask, worried.

“No,” he answers. “That’ll take too long. I’d just—”

“Cheol!” you interrupt, not wanting to hear him actually say those words.

“Kidding,” he says.

He takes a long inhale, releasing it after a few seconds. You stay silent for the rest of the car ride. There is a strange part of you that wants him to rest his hand on you like he usually does, but that isn’t appropriate right now. Not to mention, most friends don’t do that.

You recognize the neighborhood as you near his apartment. It’s clear he had set his mind on coming here, so there isn’t a point in demanding he takes you home.

Seungcheol leads you directly to his bedroom with his hand in yours. He drops it once he stands in front of his closet. Watching him silently, he shuffles through his clothes before plucking off an item from its hanger. He quickly moves to his dresser and grabs two more pieces. He brings them to his bathroom, setting them on the counter. You follow him slowly. You hate how quiet he was. It’s unnerving.

“Shower and meet me in the living room,” he instructs. When your mouth opens, he quickly adds, “No arguing.”

“I-I was just going to say okay,” you explain. If it wasn’t for the stench of Dae’s vomit, maybe you would have argued. Though right now, you’re just eager to get out of your clothes.

“Good,” he replies. He leaves the room, shutting the door behind him.

The feel of hot water running down your sore body has you sighing out. Even his water pressure is perfect against your body. You could’ve stayed in there for hours, but you don’t want his water bill to soar, and you don’t want to turn into a wrinkly rat. With both these in mind, you finish hastily.

The clothes he has picked out are a hoodie, boxers, and shorts. You disregard the part of your mind that’s silently freaking out about wearing his clothes. 

They are clothes. Just clothes. 

It’s not a big deal. 

Granted, most things are never a big deal, but you always make them out to be.

You dry your hair as much as you can before silently walking out of his room, seeing him dressed in shorts and a long-sleeved sweater. He must have changed while you were showering. He glances up when he hears the floors creak, eyes dropping down to your exposed skin.

“Are you cold? Should I get you pants?” he asks and starts to stand up. You put out a hand.

“It’s okay,” you say and sit down a good ways away from him. You tuck your legs under you, leaning sideways into his couch so you can look at him.

“You could’ve taken me home,” you say quietly.

“My place was closer,” he says as if that really makes a difference. You hum and cast your eyes on your lap.

“You can go back to your friends if you want. I’m fine now.”

Seungcheol exhales a breath. “What happened before I showed up?”

You play with the hem of the hoodie as you speak.

“Dae got drunk. She fell and took me down with her. Your friends showed up, and said some insulting stuff, as always. Dae threw up. Then you came.” Your answer is short and concise. There’s no reason to go into extreme details. He knows how his friends speak about you. At least how they did speak about you.

His eyes flicker over your body, stopping on your knees with a frown. There are small scratches from when you fell, but they don’t hurt much. They just feel like tiny paper cuts.

“Oh, Shua said he arrived at their place safely. Dae’s sleeping in his room right now,” Seungcheol informs. You nod.

“I’ll have to tell him thanks later,” you reply.

There is silence for a moment.

“Why did you hit Hajun?” Seungcheol asks. He watches you attentively, eyes roaming your face.

You try to stop the scoff from escaping, but you fail. “I think the question you should be asking instead is, ‘Why did you wait so long to do it?’”

Seungcheol purses his lips as he stares at you unamused. You sigh. You aren’t expecting him to bellow a laugh, but you at least hoped for… something less scolding.

“As I said, she wasn’t saying nice things, and she put her hands on me. I was tired of her bullshit. Are you mad at me because of it?” you ask. Even though you expect him to say yes, you hope he says no. You don’t want him to be mad at you. Especially when you feel you are in the right.

Seungcheol runs a hand through his hair, gaze tearing from yours momentarily. You eye the way his hair falls back into place easily. It’s almost mesmerizing to watch.

“I don’t know,” he finally answers.

“I see,” you say and readjust yourself on the couch. You let your legs dangle off the furniture while your back rests against the cushions. It hurts to see he still isn’t completely on your side. Even though you’re the one he left with, you can tell she is still in his mind. Your heart twists painfully at that.

“You should know if I were given the option, I would still do it again,” you further explain. No reason to make yourself seem like someone you’re not. You can call out how fake she was when she acted concerned, but what’s the point? Tear her down to boost you up? He probably already thinks badly of you. Maybe it’s better if he hates you. Easier, even.

You’re not sure what else to say, and he seems to be lost in his own thoughts. You carefully rise to your feet.

“I’ll take the guest bedroom,” you announce. You take four steps before Seungcheol speaks.

“I’m not mad at you.”

You turn to look at him and then answer, “It’s okay if you are. I hit your friend. It’s understandable to be upset with me.”

“I should be,” he starts, “but I’m not.”

“And why is that?”

“Because I know how she treats you.”

Ah, so he is aware.

“That’s nice,” you mumble, unable to hide the sass in your reply.

“I don’t like it.”

You shift your weight. You feel like what he said is a joke.

“Really? Because you seem to have no problem with it.”

“That’s not true,” he argues.

“It’s not? But you always let it happen.”

“I don’t. I can’t control what they say every time. I’m sorry they do that to you, but—”

“You’re not sorry. No, you can’t control their voices, but you can control who you befriend,” you reply.

“I can’t just drop them as friends,” he sighs.

“Why not? You really want to hang out with people who talk nothing but crap about me?” You don’t understand him. Some sentences make it seem like he’s on your side, and some seem like he isn’t. Does he really care about you?

“I’ve known them for a long time. We’re in group projects together. I see them too much to just cut off ties,” he reasons.

You nod. You get it. There is more to lose if he leaves them. Why is he even talking to you in the first place? He isn’t helping with your project and you don’t have history, so there’s no purpose to be around you.

“Then stop talking to me,” you suggest.

“What?” Seungcheol asks, taken aback.

“I can’t be around you when you’re friends with them. They’ve always got shit to say. You befriend people with similar attitudes,” you say, recalling what Hajun and Hana had said earlier. You don’t like them, but they were right about one thing. 

“What makes you think I see you any different than them” you add. “Hell, you could be talking shit about me too. Do you all laugh about me in those little study rooms?”

“You really think I would do that to you?” he questions. His lips are set in a frown; he sounds hurt. Seungcheol leans forward to rest his elbows on his bent knees.

“I don’t know. You don’t really stick up for me when they do,” you say.

He sighs loudly, head in his hands, as he takes a few breaths. He’s in the same mental position as when he was in the café—torn between two different groups of friends.

You don’t want him out of your life, despite thinking differently when you first met him, but you don’t know if you can tolerate his friends much longer.

Your words are spoken softly, yet sternly. “When I leave in the morning, I don’t want you contacting me anymore.”

The sentence is similar to what you told him in the café, but this time, you will make sure that truly happens. 

Seungcheol’s head pops up as you are turning around. You anticipate for him to call out or to rush to stop you, but none of those things happen. You make it to the spare bedroom and shut the door without Seungcheol’s interference. You hate that is the case. Though maybe it means it’ll be easy to go the next day.

There is a movement to your left, and you jump back in surprise. You turn only to see your reflection in a mirror. Goodness, you are so out of it. Your eyes linger on yourself. Your hair is slightly damp from the shower. Your makeup is mostly gone, but you can still spot a few smudges on your skin you couldn’t get off earlier. You look so different than what you are used to, but that is probably due to the change of attire.

You can’t remember the last time you wore a hoodie—a proper one. Not some fancy one that was more for style than actual comfort. His hoodie is soft inside and smells like a mixture of his detergent and cologne. It’s an interesting combination, but it makes you smile nonetheless. One which you force down when you catch sight of it in the mirror.

Seeing yourself look so ordinary in his home has those unwanting, imaginary thoughts creep in once again. They are dangerous. You know that, but oh, are they so easy to get lost in. 

The vision calls this place home, where you can steal as many of Seungcheol’s clothes as you want. He would get onto you each time, but you know he’d secretly like seeing you in them. They would not only be different from your habitual style, but they would also be his.

His clothes on his girl.

Something that only he would see because while you’d enjoy wearing his clothes, you still would refuse to be seen in such casual wear beyond his humble abode.

Your heart yearns for that life.

Though as you turn off the light and climb into the bed, you let that fantasy get eaten by reality.

You’re not sure how long you’re asleep, but you stir when you feel the bed dip with an unknown weight. It moves closer, and you shiver when you feel something cold rest on your bare waist where the hoodie has risen. Then it holds you firmly while something shuffles in the bed closer. You register the weight to be a person’s, and you imagine it is Seungcheol.

The person presses you against their body, tucking your head into their chest as they rest their head on top of yours gently. The hand on your waist trails up your bare back. It rubs your skin softly, making your body sink further into the mattress. You keep your eyes closed, not wanting to wake from this dream your mind has created. If you aren’t able to have Seungcheol in the real world, at least you can have him here.

You don’t realize the tears rolling down your cheeks at first, but then you feel something tenderly swipe against your cheek. At first, you think it’s your own hand, but you don’t recall moving it.

In your dream, Seungcheol coos at you quietly. His hand is still sweeping across your back.

“I’m so sorry, baby,” he says, voice so soft that it feels like it’s a few feet away. You inch closer to hear it better.

“You want me to leave you,” he continues.

Goodness, why does he sound so far from you?

Your hands rise to the chest in front of you, hands fisting the person’s shirt. You’re afraid they’ll leave you.

“But haven’t you realized I can’t do that? You were confused when I told you I wouldn’t leave you even if I could,” Seungcheol pauses to take a breath, almost as if he’s pondering on if he’s ready to disclose this information. 

“I can’t leave you because I… I like you. More than just an acquaintance, or a friend.”

You clutch the shirt harder, pressing your head deeper into his body. You want to hear this outside your dream so badly. 

You squeeze your eyes shut harder. 

You wish you could see his face staring at you with his warm eyes. To see his pretty lips stretch into a smile as he tells you everything you want to hear. Things you’re too afraid to ponder because it would make them more real.

“Shh, don’t cry,” he whispers and presses a kiss on the top of your head.

The feelings whirling in your chest are too much to bear. The dream has dug deep in your mind to pull out these pushed-down thoughts. Your mind has outdone itself with its imagination. You need to wake up before you fall harder for the man in your dreams. You ease your grasp on his shirt as if readying yourself to be pulled to reality.

Then reluctantly, your eyes open.

You fully anticipate seeing tear-stained sheets and darkness in front of you, but you just see the scenario your dream mustered. You blink several times to rid the memory. However, nothing works.

Your mouth opens in shock. Your heart was racing already, but now it’s beating so fast you think it’ll burst from your chest. 

Seungcheol lies beside you, watching you closely.

“C-Cheol?” you whimper, mind foggy with what’s real and what’s your imagination. “You’re r-real?”

Your body is in fight or flight mode. The moment had felt so vulnerable; it was as though he had invaded your mind. As if he knew your deepest thoughts, and that terrifies you.

He stares down at you, face only half illuminated from the moonlight that creeps in through his blinds. “I’m real, Cherry. I’m right here.”

You both stare at each other. You can’t hear his heart palpitate over the sound of yours, but you can feel the quick rise and fall of his chest against your palms, which are still pressed against his body. 

Your eyes flicker down. In the dim light, you can make out two small wet circles on his clothes, indicating that he was really there to hear you cry. The dream was not a dream. You feel embarrassed at having cried in front of him.

Then it all comes flooding back clearly. His words. His caressing. His tender tone. You wanted nothing more than to hear him say he wanted you. Because no matter how hard you tried to burn those thoughts from your mind, they always flickered back to life.

You don’t know when it happened.

You’re staring at him with puffy eyes one second and then have his mouth pressing against yours the next.

There is no gentle brushing of the lips this time. You’ve had enough of being interrupted. You need to feel him against you. You need his touch in the ways you’ve dreamt of before. From the way Seungcheol grips you tightly and kisses you fervently, you have a feeling he thinks the same.

The taste of his lips has you dizzy. When he glides his tongue against your lip, you unhesitantly grant him access. Despite the quick start of the kiss, he slows his movements when his tongue meets yours.

Your hands reach up to run through his locks while Seungcheol flips on his back, pulling you on top of him. His hair feels soft as it glides between your fingers, and when you run out of hair to grab, you tug on the ends.

Seungcheol moans into the kiss, hands moving to your ass and squeezing. It has your hips pressing against his body, and you whine when your clothed clit brushes him.

You pull away with a gasp. Your hands go to rest on either side of his head. Some of your hair falls into your face, and Seungcheol is quick to tuck the strands behind your ears. You don’t need to hear him say he wants to see your face. That’s evident in the way his eyes never leave yours. You take in his swollen lips and tousled hair—all because of you.

That’s all you think of as you dive back down again, tongue finding his easily and gliding together smoothly. He’s finally yours, at least for now.

Seungcheol keeps one hand on your ass while the other trails up your body. It slides under the hoodie and grips one of your bare breasts.

You mewl at the touch, arching your back into his large hand. He massages the flesh gently for a second before he moves the hand on your ass to do the same to your other breast. Your body is warming rapidly. Your heart never calms with each new feel of him.

When you pull away to catch your breath the second time, you sit up and pull the hoodie from your body. Seungcheol rests his hands on your lower back. He watches silently in awe, feeling your back arch as your naked body is exposed to him.

“So fucking pretty,” he murmurs, quickly propping his body up with one hand to get closer. The other reaches up to the back of your neck to pull you down to him. You hum against his lips as you straddle him, hands playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. Your arousal is pooling in your panties, and you need to do something to relieve some of your need.

Seungcheol groans, hands immediately going to your hips when you start grinding against his crotch. You hold onto him tightly, using him as leverage as you rub your clit against him. He pulls away from the heated kiss to remove his shirt. As he tosses the material somewhere in the room, your hands quickly press against his taunt torso. The force at which you do so has him falling back onto the mattress unexpectedly, his hair fanning around his head. He laughs, eyes turning into half-moons and dimples coming out to greet you—making your body warm for another reason.

“S-sorry,” you giggle, hands still on his chest as you lean over him.

You can’t see him clearly, but the weak light cast causes a portion of his muscles to be outlined. Although you’ve gotten some hints about his build when he wore specific clothes, they don’t do justice to how fit he is.

“Are you going to give me another compliment, baby?” Seungcheol teases when you continue to stare; his voice is lower than before. It isn’t as deep as when he first wakes up, but the sound still goes straight to your core. 

You squeeze your legs around his body, and he smiles at your reaction, grabbing your wrists. He guides your hands down his torso, forcing you to sit up gradually. You hold your breath as your gaze follows your hands south. You feel his toned body under your hands. Even though he doesn’t have a slender body, he is buff and muscular, and you find that much sexier.

“I don’t need your ego any bigger than it already is,” you protest.

Seungcheol stops guiding your hands when you reach the waistband of his shorts. He lets go of your wrists and moves his hands to rest on the top of your thighs.

“But I gave you one earlier,” he pouts. Full on pouting like he is a toddler who is getting denied candy. You curse him silently for looking so cute when he does that.

You huff with false irritation, folding quickly. “Fine. You look handsome.”

Instead of smiling, he keeps the same expression. He doesn’t say anything, and you roll your eyes at what he wants.

“And hot,” you continue. This gets his pout to ease slightly. He’s annoying, so you play with the strings of his shorts. It has his face contorting in surprise. Though once he realizes you’re just trying to get out of giving him more compliments, he pouts again. What a big baby… A big baby who you can’t help but fall for more despite his needy childish behavior at the moment.

“And sexy,” you murmur, curling your fingers over the top of his shorts and underwear.

Slowly, you begin to slide both pieces of clothing down. “And alluring.”

“Alluring?” Seungcheol asks quietly, trying to keep his gaze on your face, but it keeps going back to your hands. “T-that’s new.”

You hum, biting the inside of your cheek when your eyes catch sight of his hard length. The wetness between your legs grows while you slide his clothes off.

“N-nothing about my personality?” he teases softly. Once the material is on the floor, you look at his face. He looks like he’s trying to keep his thoughts coherent.

You smile sweetly at him, a hand trailing up his thick thigh. “How could I forget, hm? You’re beyond obnoxious.”

Before he can reply, your thumb is spreading his pre cum across his tip. Your hand then wraps around the base of his dick. Seungcheol curses under his breath as his eyes widen slightly.

“You’re so annoying,” he gruffs.

“One of my many talents,” you reply teasingly and then lean down. 

You kiss his tip gently, eyes flickering up to see his face. His jaw clenches when your tongue licks from the base to his tip gradually. You repeat this action, forcing the smile from your lips with each sharp inhale Seungcheol takes. 

His head pushes back on the pillow when you take him in your mouth, lowering yourself until his tip barely touches the back of your throat. Each bob of your head has his cock hardening more. He’s thick, and from the way your mouth stretches around his shaft and from how your hand can’t close all the way, you can’t stop the aching between your legs.

“Shit, Yn,” he breathes out, hand coming up to press down on your head. A louder moan sounds from him when his tip hits the back of your throat for a second. You gag at the sensation and pull away, pumping his length as you take a short breather.

“You’re doing so well, baby,” he praises, voice gentle and caring. His hand reaches down to swipe at the spit covering the corner of your lips. “You think you can do that one more time?”

Nodding, you lower yourself again. You start moving your head up and down on his cock, but eventually, Seungcheol starts thrusting his hips up shallowly. You hollow your cheeks and hum around him, earning you a moan from above at the vibration.

This time when he hits the back of your throat, you stay still. The hand at the base of his dick moves, and you hold his hips instead. Seungcheol draws out another curse when his dick goes farther down your throat. Your nose brushes his pelvis, but he pulls you off before you go all the way down.

Both of you are breathing heavily. Seungcheol’s eyes watch as a string of saliva connects you to his cock. His hand comes up again, breaking the connection as he smears the spit across your cheek. It feels utterly dirty what he does, but your thighs press together at the action.

“Come ‘ere,” he murmurs and guides your body up to his.

He kisses you passionately and holds you close as he slowly flips you over. His lips are still on yours when your back rests on the mattress. The kiss lasts a few more seconds before he breaks it off to trail kisses down your neck. Your eyes close as you angle your chin to give him better access.

While Seungcheol kisses your neck, his hands roam your body. Eventually, one of his hands finds your clit, and you jolt when he starts rubbing circles. Seungcheol nips and licks at your skin, causing you to moan out when he bites a little harder. His hand trails from your bud to your core. He groans quietly against your skin while feeling your damp panties. He rubs you through the material, which has you squirming under his touch. You need to feel him directly—not over your stupid underwear.

“Cheol, take them off,” you whine and move his hands to the top of the material. He adheres to your demand and swiftly pulls the boxers off.

Seungcheol’s mouth opens slightly at the sight of your drenched folds. The coldness of the room has you shivering. Before you can say something, he lowers his head while grabbing your ass and lifting your hips. Once you are close enough, he licks up your slickened lips.

A gasp leaves your mouth at the feeling of his warm tongue against you. He laps at your juices a few times before flicking his tongue against your clit. Your eyes are stuck on him between your legs, completely enraptured at the sight. Quiet gasps leave your mouth as he sucks your bud. He hums happily at your sounds, and then he trails his tongue up your slit, the tip of his tongue prodding your entrance for a second, earning a cry when he simply goes past it.

Seungcheol climbs over you before he can touch your clit. He finds your mouth quickly, forcing his tongue inside. He’s gathered some of your arousal in his mouth, and from his quick actions, he accidentally gets some on the outside of your mouth. However, the grin against your lips tells you it probably wasn’t an accident. You are beginning to realize Seungcheol likes it messy.

One of his hand's toys with your clit again. The sensation doesn’t last long because he moves south. He slides his fingers between your folds a few times, coating them with your wetness, before slipping one inside. There’s no friction since you’re dripping with how aroused you are. You moan into the kiss, and Seungcheol’s smile grows.

He pumps his finger several times and then pushes in another. The slight stretch has you reaching up to grip his sides. He breaks the kiss, eyes staring down into yours as he continues sliding his fingers in and out.

You whimper when he inserts a third, your nails digging into his sides while holding eye contact.

“You’re going to feel so good around me,” Seungcheol thinks out loud.

You moan at his words, thinking back to how big he is. The stretch you’re feeling is only an introduction to what’s to come.

Seungcheol leans back so he can get a better view of your pussy. He aligns his fingers horizontally as he pulls out slowly, causing you to stretch more around his digits. As soon as he slips out, he spreads your folds to see your entrance. Seungcheol gathers some of his spit in his mouth before letting it drop onto your cunt. Then without warning, he rubs your pussy—starting slow but soon speeding up.

“Ah, s-shit,” you cry, hands fisting in the sheets. Your legs move to close, but he presses his other hand down on one to keep you spread.

“You’re making such a mess, baby,” he coos. You can feel a few drops of your arousal mixed with his spit land on the inside of your thighs from his bruising touch.

Just when you are about to plead for him to stop, he pulls away. His eyes are glued to your dripping cunt.

You’ve never felt as needy as you do now. Your eyes fall to his cock, erect and ready to be used. You swallow harshly and reach out greedily. Seungcheol takes your hand, kissing the back of it softly. His eyes are blown out, his hair tangled, and his chest heaving slightly.

He climbs from the bed, and when he gestures for you to come closer, you obey quickly. Seungcheol picks you up, making your legs wrap around his waist as he walks to his bedroom. 

You lean down to kiss his neck, but that doesn’t last long, and you feel yourself falling back onto his mattress.

While the rest of the lights in the apartment are off, his side table’s lights are on. You take the opportunity to eye his figure again. His broad chest and muscular thighs have you squeezing around nothing. There’s a part of you that just wants to caress his body all night long; however, the ache between your legs tells you to do that another time.

“Don’t cry,” he says softly when you whine as he moves away from you. “Just gonna’ grab a condom.”

You nod, less sad at knowing what he’s doing. You move farther up his bed as he gets the packet. After securing the condom, he climbs over you.

He presses his lips against yours again, hands trailing all over your body. You let your hands do the same against his skin. It feels so nice to just feel him like you want. Each passing second has you eager for him. You put your hands on his hips and push them toward yours.

“Please, Cheol,” you beg quietly against his mouth.

“I’m really a good influence on you, hm, Cherry?” he playfully replies, lowering his hips until you feel his cock brush your pelvis. You press your body up and move your hips so your clit rubs against his length.

“B-be quiet,” you huff.

“I don’t think you want that,” he says. He grips his cock and rubs it along your folds to coat it in your arousal.

Your arms wrap around his neck, hips bucking.

“Do you want me?” he asks. His eyes bore into yours, the tip of his cock at your entrance.

You nod. “Yes.”

“And what do we say when we want something?” he questions. You roll your hips greedily, but he moves his dick to keep you unsatisfied.

You whine and lean your head back. “Stop playing games, Cheol.”

“That doesn’t sound right,” he tuts calmly.

You know he isn’t going to do anything unless you say what he wants. Whining again because you’re really annoyed with him, you pout. “Please.”

“Hm, close. What do pretty girls like you say when you want something?” he rephrases.

This arrogant man.

“Pretty please,” you concede.

Seungcheol smiles wickedly above you. He presses the tip against your entrance again but doesn’t fully push in. He gives just enough pressure to make you feel a slight stretch.

“That’s exactly correct,” he murmurs and finally slides inside slowly. “My pretty girl.”

A moan erupts in your throat at the feeling of his cock. You don’t know when you closed your eyes, but they open quickly when you realize you can’t see Seungcheol.

His brows are slightly touching, mouth open in concentration.

“T-tell me if you want me to stop at any time,” he instructs as he suppresses a groan.

“Okay,” you mutter. “Keep going. Please,” you beg when he pauses.

He nods and lowers his hips more, pushing more of himself between your walls. A curse falls from your lips when he goes deeper. He continues gradually until he is flushed against you.

Seungcheol rests his forehead on yours as he lets you adjust to his size. You feel so full.

“You doing okay?” he wonders.

You giggle, hand moving to rest on his cheek. “Yes. You feel so good.”

He tilts his chin so he can press a quick kiss to your parted lips.

“A compliment and I didn’t even have to ask,” he gloats and continues before you can reply, “Do you want to keep going?” he asks softly.

“Y-yeah,” you stutter, the need for him to keep going overpowering the need to sass him.

Seungcheol smiles down at you for a second before dragging his hips back, then forward again. He repeats those actions, each time getting a little harder. It has your body jolting up the mattress, but you don’t care. You just need him to continue.

“Doing so well, baby,” he whispers.

“You can go f-faster,” you say. Your hands trail down his torso until they rest on his sides.

“You sure?”

You nod, leaning up to press a reassuring kiss to his mouth. Seungcheol’s eyes are staring down at your chest but quickly snap up at the feel of your lips. He chases your lips after you pull away, slotting his mouth on yours once more. He slips his tongue in your mouth, and you welcome him happily.

Suddenly, Seungcheol’s thrusts speed up.

You pull away from the kiss with a small cry, hands gripping his sides tightly.

“Fuck,” you rasp.

Seungcheol sits up, moving one of your legs to rest against his front while the other lays upon his thigh. He places his hands on your thighs and then snaps his hips into yours rapidly. His eyes are locked onto where he slides into you, watching the way your pussy stretches for his cock.

Your hands move up to rub your breasts, back arching off the mattress when you twist your nipples between your fingers. Your eyes are half open with your lips parted. The feel of his thick cock dragging against your walls, combined with the pinch of your nipples, has you moaning nonstop.

“Shit, baby, you look so sexy like that,” Seungcheol growls, eyes watching your hands intensely.

The compliment has you mewling and clenching around his dick.

“You like looking sexy for me, hm?” he asks, subduing his moan.

You mumble a “yes,” hands pushing your breasts together to give him more of a show.

Seungcheol chuckles softly, lips spreading in a big grin, and slows down his hips. He’s breathing heavily, but he doesn’t stop. Your hands move from your breasts to grip the sheets.

“I would love to have you naked in my bed every day so I could admire you,” he continues. The word “admire” has your heart beating a little faster and a smile on your face. Seungcheol’s own lips tilt up in a grin at your reaction. He turns his head, giving your leg a tender kiss.

Seungcheol glides his cock out of your pussy slowly, and then when just the tip remains, he slams back in roughly. Your breath gets caught in your throat at the power of his hips, walls squeezing around him for a moment. He groans at the feeling.

Seungcheol’s eyes trail from your face to your breasts. They move each time he pushes his length back inside, and it has him gripping your thighs harder. Your skin starts to sting under his touch, but the pleasure between your legs outweighs the pain.

As if reading your thoughts, he eases his grip and carefully moves the leg against his chest to the side so you are spread wide for him. He leans over you, gradually lowering himself so his body is fully on yours. There’s enough pressure to feel his skin flushed on yours but not enough to suffocate you. He moves his hips slowly now. They are shallow thrusts, but he still feels heavenly.

“You sound pretty when you sing for me,” he murmurs, head tucking into the crook of your neck. 

Your arms readjust so they enclose around his shoulders. You also wrap your legs around his lower back to keep him close, holding him tightly as you get lost in the way he presses you into the mattress with his body. Your heart clutches at how intimate you feel with him. This type of gentleness is so different from what you experience with him. It’s nice. You wish you can feel it again in the future.

Giggling at his compliment, “T-that’s cheesy, babe.”

You feel him grin against your neck.

“It’s the truth. I love hearing you,” he replies against your skin. It tickles, causing you to squirm beneath him, but you don’t move much since you’re pinned under him.

“I’m close, Cheol,” you whisper into his damp hair. He nods to let you know he heard you. He stays against you for a few more seconds, and you hold him gingerly as he continues rutting into you. You store the memory of his loving embrace in your mind for safekeeping.

Seungcheol slowly leans up. He plants a soothing kiss on your lips before adjusting himself for better leverage. His shallow thrusts steadily get deeper, and his pace increases in speed until he is nearly pounding into you. One of his hands moves to rub tight circles against your clit. A string of moans leaves your mouth as he pushes you closer to your release.

Seungcheol moans when your cunt squeezes his cock.

“God, you’re going to be the death of me,” he husks.

Even though you don’t say anything, your body is conveying how close you are. Seungcheol’s quick pace grows a little frantic, a little desperate as a hand still plays with your bud.

His name leaves your lips when you come, legs shaking slightly as your orgasm courses through you. Seungcheol slows his thrusts as he eases you from your high.

“That’s it, baby girl,” he praises quietly as your body starts relaxing on the mattress. Gently, he pulls out and removes the condom.

When your eyes refocus, you see Seungcheol sitting up on his knees, a hand pumping his shaft. Even though tiredness is taking over your body, you move so you are in front of him on your hands and knees. You remove his hand and replace it with yours. 

He watches silently, mouth falling open when you wrap your lips around him again. Hollowing your cheeks, you bob your head quickly while your eyes watch him above. He rakes a hand through his slightly wet hair before bringing that hand down on your head. He slides your hair from your face, then begins to move his hips. 

The sound of you taking him in your mouth fills the room. Seungcheol whines, pushing your head farther and letting out a moan when he hears you gag. He pulls you off him, and you gasp for air once you can.

“Almost there,” he informs you before lining himself at your lips again. You nod, making Seungcheol smile as he pushes his dick between your lips.

You breathe through your nose as he fucks into your mouth. Tears start forming at the corner of your eyes when he hits the back of your throat continuously. Seeing his blissful expression has a sense of pride blooming in your chest. It feels good knowing you are bringing him so much pleasure.

“Fuck,” he gasps and pulls away suddenly. You cough when you inhale too quickly. Seungcheol’s head leans back as he slides his hand up and down quickly on his cock. He waits until you’re better before he brings his tip to your lips. You open your mouth, ready for him to use your throat again, but instead, he keeps his dick resting against your parted mouth. Understanding his plan, you stick your tongue out. His eyes stare down at yours. He looks so sexy with a sheen of sweat covering his skin. His forehead is exposed, and his face is scrunched in concentration.

Your name leaves his mouth as a curse when he comes. You moan quietly, eyes closing when you feel his cum land on your face and tongue in spurts. Seungcheol is panting above you, and as you open your eyes again, you see he never tore his gaze from your face. 

You go to close your mouth when he’s done, but he stops you—hand cupping your jaw and fingers digging slightly into your cheeks to keep your mouth open. The fierce gaze he wears is one of authority, and fuck, does that have you squeezing your legs together more.

Slowly his cum trails down your tongue, dangling from the tip before it falls onto the bed’s cover. The urge to close your mouth is strong. Even though Seungcheol is holding your mouth open, his grip isn’t strong enough to really stop you if you want to close it. However, you want to please him, so you push down the feeling and stare at his face. 

His eyes follow his cum gliding off your tongue, biting his lip at the sight. Goodness, he’s just breathing, but he looks so attractive.

You force down the moan you want to make at knowing Seungcheol gets off on being messy. You want him to make a mess out of you more.

“My good girl,” he whispers. He gathers the cum that landed on your face and moves it on your tongue. He releases the grip to let you close your mouth, staying silent as he watches you swallow the substance.

He leans down and gives you a lasting kiss for a reward before climbing off the bed. He leaves to grab a warm washcloth to clean off the residue on your face. The affectionate smile he dons is contagious, and you stare up at him contently as he cleans you carefully. Once he is done and the towel is discarded, he comes back.

“Move up, Cherry,” he instructs gently as he nods to the other end of the bed. You follow his order quietly. In one hard tug, he pulls the cover from the bed. He dumps it in the corner of the room and then grabs another from his closet.

“Now, lay down,” he says. Once you are in position, he flicks his wrists to open the cover in the air, letting it float down onto your body.

You giggle. “You could’ve just unfolded it first.”

“But wasn’t that more fun?” he replies with a grin. 

He climbs in next to you after switching off the lights, hands finding your body quickly. He lays on his back, one arm wrapping around your shoulders while the other rests on his chest. You press your body against his side and bring a hand up to his chest, intertwining your hands together. You watch as he shakes your hands together playfully.

“I think I had more fun earlier,” you belatedly reply.

Seungcheol chuckles. “Is that so? Did I fuck you that good, Cherry?”

You squeeze his hand at his words, not sure why his question has you suddenly feeling shy. Maybe it’s because you’re still feeling a little in the clouds, and your normal bratty self hasn't yet reemerged.

“I had fun too,” he adds when you don’t reply. “I would do it again.”

“Yeah?” you wonder, hopeful eyes glancing up at him. It’s definitely something you won’t oppose if the opportunity arises in the future, and you are happy to know he feels the same.

“Yeah,” he echoes. 

A grin spreads on his face upon seeing your expression. He leans down, giving you one last kiss as if promising to keep his word. The act has you wanting to kick your feet as you giggle, but you suppress the desire to do that.

Instead, you snuggle against him more as you let your body begin to melt into his. Comfortable silence fills his room, and you can feel sleep consuming you slowly.

“Sleep well, baby,” Seungcheol says quietly and unravels his hand from yours to move your hair from your face. You peer up at him, smiling.

“Goodnight, Cheol.”

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fic authors self rec!

When you get this, reply with your favourite five fics that you’ve written/fics you’re most proud of, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love.

I got tagged by the lovely @inkofyoonkoo and the beautiful @aglassofpinkchampagne Sorry it took me so long to do this!

Honestly, this is like so hard?! But the first ones that came to my mind were:

1. The Suffering Bastard Trilogy for Johnny Suh! It was something different and also I was like pretty drunk writing those and I just really enjoyed doing that! Is it halfly biased?! Maybe?! But who cares!

2. Bobby Pin for Park Seonghwa! A request by the sweet Dae and I just uwu-ed while writing it!

3. Wingman for Kim Woosung! Authentic and I really want this to happen in real life?! Like I’d die happy then...

4. Sluagh for Mark Tuan or Until the Final Game for Park Jinyoung... aaaaaaaahhhhhh I can’t decide... probably Sluagh though.. because Zombies... also the edit I made for the banner... it’s probably the best I made so far!! Nobody noticed I almost cheated here, right?! Gooooood!

5. Sailor Kook for Jeon Jungkook! This was just sooooo fun to write! And I’m still laughing my ass off when I reread it. God dammit I was hilarious!

Though I’d like to say... my initial thoughts were about Arcane and 6 Wolves and a Fox.. both not released yet, but I love them so far and they just don’t stop growing!!!! I hope to post them soon!

Since I am so late I have no idea who already did this.. ignore it if you did.. if not please do! @star-lemonade @cheriebeom @yoongsgguktae @limjaeseven @moccahobi @rebelspy and whoever wants to do this as well!

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TMI ask about WoT: favourite male and female characters, favourite location in that world and if you were Aes Sedai, what would be your Ajah?

I love these questions. I don’t have anyone to talk WoT to, so I’m a bit rusty, but these questions have got me ranting. I’m not sorry.

For favorite male character, I have to go basic and say Matrim “I am no bloody hero” Cauthon. He’s the guy who loudly protests doing anything remotely heroic/dangerous, but he’s also the first person risking his life for others. Also I will never get over the phrase “sheep swallop and bloody buttered onions.”

Honorable mention to Logain Ablar, even though it sort of feels like Brandon Sanderson didn’t know what to do with him in the end.

Female character has to be Nynaeve. I know a lot of people hated her in the early books, but I always liked her, and I got why she was angry all the time. She could only access her power when she was angry, and she and her friends were in dangerous situations so she literally had to be ready to Hulk out at a moment’s notice. I totally bought this weird bracelet-and-rings thing based on the Infinity Gauntlet solely because it reminded me of her angreal. I also shamelessly worked her into my Dark One Belle fic under the name of Vivienne. Nynaeve is my girl.

(Also please allow me to climb on my soapbox with an unpopular opinion and say that Faile was not nearly as shitty a character as people say she was. She was given zero POV time in the earlier books, and all POVs in the books are incredibly biased, so we only get to see Perrin’s side of things, but when you consider her POV, I think she seems pretty damn reasonable.)

Favorite location is a tough one because RJ’s worldbuilding is top notch. Like, he goes too damn far with it, sometimes. Do I go with Cairhien with the fascinating game of Daes Dae’mar? Or maybe Ebou Dar with the duels and marriage knives (but also an incredibly problematic Queen)? I could talk about the fascinating culture of the Aiel Waste, which has to be some of the best damn worldbuilding in the entire genre of fantasy. Or I could speculate on a place we never got to visit: Seanchan, with its rigid social structure, strange creatures, and unfortunate use of slavery (which heavily inspired the Qunari culture in the Dragon Age games).

But honestly? In the end I am a very boring person who loves The Two Rivers. I am a hobbit at heart, and Emond’s Field is my Hobbiton. It’s a small, middle of nowhere farming town full of ordinary people who can do extraordinary things when things get tough. That will never get old for me. And I just love how it seems to represent different things to the Emond’s Field Five. Perrin and Nynaeve view it as a place to be protected at all cost. Mat misses it, but has no plans on going back because he can’t live the gambler’s life there. Egwene views it as a place she has outgrown. And Rand sees it as a place that represents his life before he took up the mantle of Dragon Reborn; it’s a place he never can return to, no matter how much he’d like to.

Finally, what Ajah would I be? Well, the idealist in me likes to think I’d be a healer of the Yellow Ajah. But let’s face it: I am a total geek. I’d be in the Brown Ajah, and my focus would be on stories and how they change over time and across different regions. That’s something I’ve always found fascinating. Also the Brown Ajah has my girl Verin.

Side note: I like to picture that maybe a few decades after AMoL, the Black and White Towers have maybe unified a bit, and the focus of the Red has changed back to its original purpose. Instead of just running around, Gentling male channelers, they could go back to stopping any misuse of the One Power. I think if the Red Ajah and the Asha’man kept each other in check due to their mutual distrust, they could help whip the rest of the White and Black Towers into shape.

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Violent Direct Action in the Unification Church in Korea

Seeing Hyung Jin Moon and Sanctuary Church members at the Capitol last week was no surprise. Not only because his own violent rhetoric that encourages martyrdom for Trump, but because “direct action” has been used by the Unification Church throughout its history. Many times these demonstrations were merely symbolic or peaceful, such as the Pure Love rallies and the “Forgive, Love, Unite” campaign, but other times the church has used force and violence to have their demands met.

Hyung Jin was emerging as a church leader, a year after publishing Bald Head and a Strawberry, when 700 Unification Church members occupied the offices of Dong-A Ilbo, a newspaper. According to a church journal:

“Unificationists’ violent demonstration against biased reporting (2006): This happened after the monthly magazine Shin Dong A published news that libeled the Unification Church after a reporter had secretly entered Chung Pyung. The story cited only the opinions of ex-Unification members without any official reflection of the church. Thereupon, about 700 Unification members demonstrated in front of the Shin Dong A building to ask the company’s apology; then they broke into the offices and destroyed some office materials. This incident was reported by 5 daily newspapers, and all articles were negative except for the Segye Times.” [1]

This destructive demonstration rekindled the public memory of the church’s violence in Korea.

Tahk, a minister and anti-cult activist, was giving a talk in a Korean Christian church on May 3, 1985, when his car was immobilized and a bomb installed. When he came out and opened the door, the bomb exploded. 

Just before the bomb exploded on  two vans belonging to the Unification Church Korean business called McCol were photographed leaving the scene of the crime.

Even before this incident, Tahk had experienced repercussions for speaking out against the church. According to Pak Chung Hwa, “Mr. Tahk, who has continued his criticism of the Unification Church, was one day kidnapped by the KCIA and was beaten on his back. This left a big scar that will never go away in his life.”

In 1994, Tahk Myeong-hwan was beaten and murdered by members of a smaller cult, Yeongsaeng-kyo, as well as Im Hong-chin, a member of Dahn Yoga. That said, many believe Moon and the church were behind this murder, if not at least somehow connected. Tahk was murdered 4 weeks after Moon had named him as an opponent to church members. On the very same day, too, a man who had not listened to the instructions of Moon was also murdered.

This was a year after Pak Chung Hwa published “The Tragedy of the Six Marys,” which included many personal accounts of Moon’s corruption, and very negatively affected public perception church in Japan and Korea. (In 1995, the church paid Pak to publicly recount the book, despite much of the testimonies belonging to other ex-members.) In 1988 Yi Dae-bok gave a talk criticizing the Unification Church, after which he was abducted and beaten up for which he needed 40 days of hospital treatment.

Moon always maintained connections with both violent right-wing elements and organized crime throughout his career, in Korea, Japan, and the US. None of this is new. None of this is a surprise. Hyung Jin is barely a heretic. 

From left to right: Professor Myeong-hwan Tahk from Seoul (An expert on Korean new religions who has been quoted in media all around the world. He was murdered by a cult member a few months after this photograph was taken.), the Korean lady who translated, Mr. Hyo-min Eu (A founder member of the Unification Church; one of the first 36 couples “blessed” by Moon; he left the UC in the 1970s.), Mr. Chung-hwa Pak, Mr. Atsuo Nakamura (Member of the Japanese parliament, novelist and a very well-known actor.), Professor Asami Sadao of Tohoku Gakuin University in Sendai (He taught there for more than 40 years.) and Yoshifu Arita (At that time he was a well-known journalist. He also later became a member of the Japanese parliament.). 

1. Chan Park, “Public Opinion of the Unification Movement in Korea: 1990-2006”, Journal of Unification Studies Volume VIII - 2007

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Randomizer Bias Tag

@jongin-be-my-jagi tagged me in this random game! It’s so fun too! Thank you dear E! Rules: Go to this website [www.random.org/lists/] and pick 15 of your biases/faves, then fill out the following.

1. Mom/Dad: Ten. Amazing, lovely and talented Ten as my parent! He’d inspire me so much. I’d love it <3

2. Sibling: Minseok. Aww, me and Minseok as siblings! Both of us being grown up kids and simultaneously children at heart <3 He’d often make me go outside to play, teach me the perfect eye-wing and share my love of maths and geeky stuff! Best brother ever! Love you Minnie!!

3. Grandma/Grandad: Junmyeon. Granpa Myeonnie and his dry jokes! We STAN! <3

4. Haunts you: Luhan. I’m pretty sure this is already true! “Listen, enjoy the mayo” is on repeat on my brain 24/7 xD

5. Boyfriend/Girlfriend: Chanyeol. I SWEAR I DID NOT DO THIS ON PORPUSE! I’m in chock. :O okay, breathe sam, breathe! I’d really love this to be true ^^ *blushing heavily as i type this* <3 <3 <3

6. Your best friend: Jongdae. YES! Sunshine Dae would absolutely be my best friend <3 He’s always ready to go and bright our life!

7. Your ex: Sehun. Well, this is awkward... i don’t want to be between friends! I bet we just dated in kindergarden because we both liked to catch the dust particles that danced in the light rays shinning through the cracks of the curtains during nap time <3 but being a sass Hunnie likes to tease Yeollie about it xD

8. Proposed to you: Jackson. Oh dear! I’m... so sorry Jackson! I love your dorky self and damn are you  h o t, but... i’d rather stay dating my Yeollie :P

9. Your boss: Jongin. Ahm, not sure what to think about this... Would we make a good team? He’s a perfectionist and so am I. We are both very emotional too. Maybe he’d know how to bring the best out of me, make me stronger and more confident. Come on Nini, I’ve decided I want this: I can go be your dog sitter! ^^

10. Random person you meet at the bar: Yixing. So I guess me and E @jongin-be-my-jagi would go to the bar together ^^ and have a soul searching conversation with our dear xingxing <3 maybe get a little tipsy and go dancing afterwards too!

11. Rival: Tao. I mean, if i ever get a rival, let it be Zitao!! I want the best, even as a rival! xD Of course I’d lose, though! Ugh, unless we went to a haunted house! We’d both scream our hearts out and came out as best friends <3

12. First kiss: Baekhyun. The little sh*t... xD I’d feel honored tbh. He has such cute lips ^^

14. Played 7 minutes in Heaven with: Amber. Ahm, well that would be a new experience for sure xD

13. Drunk and singing karaoke: Yifan. Hell yeah! We’d have such a good time!! Please make this be true!

15. Gave you your favorite dessert: Kyungsoo. I mean, who else? ^^ Gimme all the desserts dear Soo, i’ll try them all! <3 Well this was so much fun! I’d love it to be true actually! ^^ eheheh I’ll tag @thedeviousdo @xiuminscheeks @starchild--27 @kiseokris @bacon-notbaekhyun-jaehyun-mingyu @byunfirstlady and @kyungseokie if you guys want to try this too <3 

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randomized bias tag

tagged by @kaffilatte​ thanks uu bb✨

rules: go to this website and pick 15 of your biases/faves, then fill out the following below with the corresponding numbers you got!

mum/dad: jongin LOL

sibling: tzuyu... def im the uglie sis

grandma/grandpa: jennie lmaooooo

haunts you: jaemin,,, rip me cos he’d be so annoying jkaskkf

bf/gf: momo....winning in life 😜

best friend: yuta 

ex: ten...... no comments 

proposed to you: yixing , um sorry sir but i have a gf (momo)

your boss: wonwoo (svt)

random person you met at the bar: luhan ahksjaf

rival: jongdae :/

first kiss: joy 😉

played 7 minutes in heaven with: rose ajkskjf

got drunk and sang karaoke with: minghao (svt) akjsjsjkf

gave you your favourite dessert: taeil (nct) umm my thoughtful babie... thank u sm

so this was interesting 👁👁 and fun!!!! i’ll tag @sophrosynes @choisans @amaxing-daes @amaranth @filihpina @handshake @xiuminscheeks @yixingminseokjongdae mwah!!

[marcdjr00]

LOST (2004-2010)

Yes I wrote an essay about why you should watch Lost...READ IT!

In this essay, I will tell you why Lost is the best show ever to exist!

Many people describe Lost in the following sentence: “Oh, so there’s a plane crash, and all this crazy stuff happens, and then it just gets really confusing and the it has a horrible ending...” and let me just say anyone who says that are WRONG and simply have no idea how to put any bit of information together to come to a solid conclusion about what really happened.

However, Lost is truly one of the most well-written tv shows when it not only comes to both plot but character as well, and it just truly hurts to see that people are so quick to judge something before taking the time to truly judge what is going on.

If I could describe Lost (and I can do this quite well as I’ve watched all 121 episodes 9 times), I would say the beginning goes as follows: “Lost is a show about flight Oceanic 815, that takes off from Sydney, Australia to Los Angeles on September 22, 2004 (which is the same day the show premiered) and crashes somewhere in the middle of the ocean on a deserted island. However, they are soon to learn that the island they inhabit is not quite as deserted as they once believed. I won’t say more because I think it is best for you to find out for yourself.

But it is important to know that for 2004 Lost was REVOLUTIONARY to the television industry. Before Lost, it was considered taboo to spend larger amounts of money for the pilot of a show that may not even work out. In fact, when the ABC chairmen funded the 14 million dollar pilot for Lost, he was fired for risking such a huge amount of money for a potential flop!

However, once they recognized how successful the 2 part pilot was, many of the shows with expensive pilots you see now (ex: Game of Thrones, Breaking Bad, & American Horror Story)  have recognized how profitable it can be to take risks in investing large amounts of money in tv shows. Lost helped shaped television and you should pay respects to the show that did it all for you!

Pictured below is the plane they bought and ripped apart for the pilot:

But if there is ONE thing that Lost has ever excelled with is their characters. With 14 main characters, (and 1 honorary main character), Lost utilizes each episode to focus a majority of their time focusing on one character and who they were before arriving to the island. For the Oncers who are familiar with this concept, Once Upon a Time was written after Lost but is run by a majority of the same people, but I would argue Lost is written a lot better in terms of consistency but I may just be biased.

Pictured below are all 14 main characters for season 1:

And something that Lost was really praised for was bringing such a diverse cast to the screen featuring well-known celebrities such as Naveen Andrews, Maggie Grace, Ian Somerhalder, Daniel Dae Kim, Harold Perrineau, and Dominic Monaghan. 

With each episode focusing on one character, Lost excelled at breaking many stereotypes that are often forced on the television screen every day. Daniel Dae Kim, who plays Jin on the show says that he was first afraid to join the show because he was worried that he would be placed in the stereotypical Korean role where he is very abusive and controlling of everything his wife does because that’s just how he is, but was very happy that Lost gave his character many different layers they got to learn about their character as the show went on.

The characters both on and off-island are used to discuss many serious topics such as faith vs science, destiny, life and death, and many other things through the well-written and enjoyable plot for the show.

How they break other stereotypes I will allow you to learn for yourself when you begin the wonderful journey to one of the best shows of all time. Give it a chance, and if you aren’t hooked by the end of season 1, I won’t hold it against you, but trust me when I say that this show is definitely something to get involved with...also watch these 2 trailers...they both take place in the same setting but they both also have different narratives they portray and that’s important.

[jonginsboyfriend]

Quite questionable translations of what Ks said, if he said anything at all. A simple kiss and Ks scene makes it the most straight of all. And because they are talking about it just now.

Yeah

How they translate the Korean words in English words that can have a sexual meaning when I'm sure it had other meaning in Korean. Also interpreting their actions in parenthesis based on their biased view?? Disgustang.

Idk why it's given so much attention that ksoo, an actor, kissed an actress for a role and had to be close to her in bts because they played a couple. (Maybe bcuz of the purist korean society where any proximity between a man and a woman is like whooaa too sexual it's gettint hot in here. 😒 Jong*dae also precipitated this view and added to the stans delusions)

Taking scenes of him kissing her as 'what he would definitely do cuz he's the same person in real life as the one he plays'. Like hello?? You don't know how he would actually kiss and you'll never find anyway.

Just a bunch of virgins and horny chicks who get off on manly, straight caring but also assertive boyfriend ksoo. The translator seem in a need to get some too.

[sweet-teeth-mfs]

Exo

fan or not: I am EXO-L!!! WE ARE ONE!!! ✌🏻😭

how long i’ve been a fan: Since August 11-12th, 2018 (it was late at night, blame @feedmeramyun). 

the first song i heard by them: Preeeeetty sure it was Monster. 

my favourite song as of now: I love Lotto / They Never Know, (tbf, all of EX’ACT is probably my favourite), Touch It (omg I love Touch It, thank you so much Dae you complete dork) / Going Crazy, SWEET LIES!!!.. and, ofc, Playboy. 

the first mv i saw: Monster 🔪followed by THE MOTHERFUCKING PLAYBOY STAGES. BEE SENT ME THE 👏🏻FREAKING👏🏻PLAYBOY👏🏻STAGES👏🏻LIVE WHEN I WAS A PROTO EXOL, IS SHE FUCKING INSANE?!?!? 🥵

my favourite mv as of now: Blooming Day by CBX

my favourite MV/Promo Aesthetics: Monster>>Lightsaber>>Electric Kiss>>PathCode>>Love Shot>>Tempo>>Love Me Right>>Kokobop

who my bias is: ❤️Chanyeol & Minseok ❤️ (I originally biased Kai/Chanyeol/Baek, then I realised I liked sanity and went completely off the deep end into my Minseok ult, Chanyeol bias life). 

UPDATE: (conversation between @feedmeramyun and me just now:

Inbox me a K-Pop group and I’ll tell you about…

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1 of 2 tag

Tagged by my wonderful @listlessmaenads who has heard enough of me whine about my biases that I’m unsure why she’s tagging me in this potential headache XD

Rules: list 10 biases and then answer the following questions.

Do Kyungsoo

Park Jinyoung 

Jung Daehyun

Jung Jinyoung

Hwang Minhyun

Yoo Kihyun

Lee Jinki

Lee GiKwang

Mark Tuan

Im Jaebum

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Between 1 & 4, who would you rather kiss?

Oh shoot. This is mean, right off the bat. I’ll choose Kyungsoo though. Just >_>

Between 2 & 7, who would be your best friend?

I mean I could totally be friends with Jinyoung... we’d be the type that have an underlying flirty tone and endless teasing, which wouldn’t be bad to have as a best friend. Sadly, I don’t think I could only be best friends with Jinyoung. So for that reason alone, I choose Jinki. He wouldn’t even need to give much advice either, he’d just have to smile at me and everything would be fine again XD Yes, Jinki for the win.

Between 5 & 10, who has the better voice?

This is the worst fate possible. Jaebum’s voice is my favourite in GOT7 and I love it SO MUCH. But I could say the same for Minhyun too. I really don’t know who to pick. Ahhhhhhhhh... this would be so easy if it was Daehyun or Kyungsoo with one of these... but nope... Jaebum? Just? Oh I feel bad for choosing now. 

Between 1 & 8, who is the funniest

Gi Kwang lol. Because he’s soft and would have you laughing a lot. Kyungsoo’s humour is one I like a lot though... but Kiki wins this round. 

Between 6 & 9, who would you date?

...... Dammit. Both. I’d date them both. DON’T MAKE ME CHOOSE. (Kihyun atm).

Between 9 & 10, who would you do a collab with?

Jaebum lol. Sorry Mark, I swear I love you.

Between 4 & 8, who is the best dancer?

LMFAO the idea of Jung Jinyoung ever beating anyone else on this list makes me laugh... so of course Gi Kwang wins again. He is one of the best dancers on this list anyway. (Still laughing over Jinyoung and his dancing skills... B1A4 were never known for amazing moves, bless them, yet I love everything they did.)

Between 3 & 5, who would you most likely marry?

Daehyun. Only because I’ve mentioned a million times that I feel Minhyun would be someone who is more fairytale like.. the imperfect prince. Daehyun is someone I feel I’d probably connect more with and he would share his emotions with me more which I would appreciate. Plus, several people I know would pick Daehyun for me without hesitating, so I guess there is something there to explore (I’m reading for nuptials when you are, Dae!)

Between 1 & 7, who would you nurse when they’re sick?

Both because how dare I let them suffer through illness alone?! That’s just cruel. But for the sake of picking one, Kyungsoo. Because he’s my ult, do I need to say more?

Between 2 & 3, who has the better smile?

I don’t like this game anymore. 

Angelic, beautiful yet sometimes cheeky smile, the type to brighten your world and make you feel better for existing just to see such a smile? - Daehyun

The smile of someone you know is going to mess your life up but you can’t help but be addicted to every smile he makes anyway? - Jinyoung

Who wins? I don’t know. Both make me feel things. Ughhh let’s not please Jinyoung, and pick Daehyun XD (deep down I don’t really know who I pick)

Between 6 & 8, who would you rather vacation with?

I feel both Kihyun and Gi Kwang are very similar in personality... both cheeky and playful, with lots of laughter to keep you entertained and both would be excellent to travel with. It depends on the destination. If we’re going to the beach, where I get the great opportunity to see shirtless GiKwang, then that’s who I pick XD However if we’re going somewhere more about exploring the sights and learning about the culture, I choose Kihyun.

And since seeing my body on a beach would give nightmares, AND I’m the type to love history, culture and exploring places, Kihyun would easily win overall. Omg, now I want to write a story about travelling with him to Italy. >____> 

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It’s finished, thank god.

Tagging to equally suffer: @this-song-thats-only-for-you @mark-tuan-and-namjoon-lover @ahgase55g7 @goodnightkisseu @jinyoungmoans @noonachronicles @noona-clock @xkpopobsessedx @baekhyunbitz @broccoli-channie-soup and anyone else who wants to do it! 

[hexlunas]

AN ‘HONESTY HOUR’ INTERVIEW WITH LUNA OF THE HEX GIRLS !

tucked away in the corner of crestle cove is an unassuming, single storey house, not exactly the sort of house one would expect to find an up and coming musician and her best friend living at. it’s the home of kim bora, better known by the public and fans as luna of the hex girls, crestle cove’s latest punk-rock, eco-goth band that’s been rapidly and loudly taking over the music charts.

when she welcomes me into her home, it’s with a cheerful smile and a warm cup of lemon ginger honey tea, a signature of hers mentioned by her bandmates – a strong lover of nature and natural herbal remedies, this is one that’s been said to cure a sore throat in a couple of hours. we bring our tea into the middle of her living room, decorated with bits and bobs of antiques and appliances incongruously thrown into the mix. it feels like we’re just two friends having a conversation over a nice cup of tea, albeit with a recorder in between. i ask if she’s heard of honesty hour, and she says she has; she promises to be as honest as she can.

let’s start with something easy. if you can have any other occupation, what would it be and why?

LUNA: another occupation? i can’t think of anything! my brothers, i’ve got five of them, y’know... i think we all ended up in different industries. and i guess, after everyone had found their footing and i was still trying to find mine, my second oldest brother brought me over to crestle for school. that was where i met yifei and daehyun – thorn and dusk, y’know, and something about us making music just clicked for me! this is such a disappointing answer, isn’t it? i don’t think i could do anything else, and i love the hex girls, after all. i suppose if i had to choose, i’d say... hmm, maybe a gardener. it’s been my hobby since high school, and i’d say i’ve got a green thumb!

i can see that, your house is blooming! if your house was burning down and you could only save one thing, what would it be?

oh my, that’s a big change from the first question! if this place was burning down... i’d have to save my housemate, if he was inside, of course. ah, is that a cop out as well? let’s see... my phone, which is a terribly millennial thing to say, but it really does have three quarters of my life stored on it. our music, my journals, photos of friends and family. everything can be bought again, but it’d be awful to lose all those important memories when i’ve got them stored on my phone. though i’d forgo all that if my housemate was inside too, definitely.

you must be close with your housemate. what quality do you most value in a friend?

loyalty. or honesty, i think? this sounds a little sad, but sometimes it does feel like people leave easily, so it means a lot to me when someone stays in touch, or makes an effort, because i definitely try to do the same! and i suppose honesty is part of that, too, i’d be hurt to be kept in the dark by a friend, and i appreciate when people be straightforward with me. i think they come together, or, well, we can’t have loyalty without honesty or vice versa in a friendship.

i see. what is your honest opinion of everyone else?

everyone else? yifei is definitely the leader amongst the three of us, she’s got the most drive and daring when it comes to her music, and what she wants! i admire that about her, the fact that she’s totally got what she wants down and she’ll stop at nothing for it. there’s been a couple of rumours between her and me, but i can promise that’s not true! we started the hex girls because we were all friends, and we definitely still are.

as for daehyun, well. he’s the youngest of us but he definitely doesn’t behave like it, can i say that? he’s been writing a lot of music for us, and not to be biased but i think it’s really good, so look out for that! dae’s just, he’s really reliable and always affectionate, and it’s really nice to be able to say we’re friends, not just bandmates.

and, if ‘everyone else’ includes the guy who escaped the house before you got here, noah’s my best friend! we knew each other when we were still kids in south korea, and i guess it was fate that brought us both to crestle. so we’ve been friends for a really long time, and we’ve shared the ups and downs of life together too! i trust him a lot, and i hope he does too.

what’s an essential childhood experience that you missed out on?

a full family vacation. my brothers are all older than me, the first and second by a lot, so when it got to me and my school holidays, they were usually working by then! i don’t think we’ve ever managed to all go on a vacation together. i used to just tag along to the different places they went to, which coincidentally is how i ended up in crestle. no one’s to blame for that, since my brothers and my parents were always busy, but i guess it would have been nice to be able to have a vacation, with all eight of us.

what advice would you tell your younger self?

breathe. calm down. we’re still growing, and learning, and it’s okay. i was the youngest, with five pairs of huge shoes to fill. so i really wanted to catch up to my brothers, be the best and, you know, perfect, like they are. it’s only been recently that i’ve learnt to take a breather and not hold myself to standards that are too high.

that’s definitely good advice. what is some advice you think everyone should hear?

be a little more environmentally conscious! i don’t think i have advice that everyone would need, but this is definitely something you can do to make yourself feel a little better, like using a reusable bag or sustainable cutlery, you know? i think it feels good to be able to do something about climate change, even if it’s small. if you feel down, at least you’ll know you’ll have made a small impact for the earth, and isn’t that comforting?

that’s true! what’s something else you do to bring your spirits up – what is your biggest guilty pleasure?

i love window shopping, and actual shopping, oops, in antique shops! there’s just something about learning all the history behind each item that’s nice, and i like finding something unique for the house, as you can tell.

what do you think people take way too seriously?

can i say echo? i’m going to say echo, i know people don’t really take tabloids seriously, but the drama it’s been causing is just silly. we’re not all out to get each other, i promise. let’s just stop reading those tabloids!

what is one thing you want to tell someone but don’t have the courage to say?

ah, there’s a lot, to many people... right now, though, i think i’d like to tell someone how i feel about them. it’s been a long time, and i – i guess it’d be nice to be honest, like i am right now, but i don’t want anything to change between us either, which is why i haven’t said anything.

i'll be rooting for you! what are your thoughts on love?

i think love is really important to me. platonic, familial, romantic, all of them. my love life hasn’t been too exciting, but i have good friends and family with me, and i really, well, love them! i try to give as much love as i’ve received, and i hope everyone around me can feel it too.

and i guess it’s inevitable that love is important to me, when that’s a staple in the music industry. i love love, i’ll admit, but finding it for myself... i’m working on it!

would you rather live without love or adventure?

without adventure, easy. i don’t think i could live without love, that’d be too isolating. i can forgo adventure if i have my friends and family around, they’re all the excitement i need.

what is your greatest fear?

it’s cliche, but failing the people i love. i think it’s true to most people, not wanting to hurt or disappoint our loved ones, and i definitely don’t want to either. i guess it’s what you get when you put a fear of failure and a fear of abandonment together, haha! 

what do you feel is the defining moment of your life?

coming to crestle cove! it’s where the biggest moments have happened in my life, where i found steadier footing for myself, met yifei and daehyun and formed the hex girls, lived almost half of my life in! none of this would have happened if i hadn’t decided to come to crestle for high school, and now i can’t imagine how my life would be if i wasn’t here. crestle really brought me to the best people and all of those important moments i’ve had, and it starts from when i first arrived.

last one. what is one quote you live by?

leave me but a little to myself – it’s a line from othello that stuck with me from high school literature. i know it isn’t the right meaning, but it reminds me that relationships are about reaching across to each other and to where the other person is, and bringing a bit of you over to them. it’s something i’ve learnt to do, in my own relationships, instead of trying to force two people into a common place, and to be generous with what i can give of myself to others. and it also reminds me to take a little break, and have some time to myself, too.

thank you so much for listening to me ramble, and share my honest thoughts!