#Doljanchi

[ericmun]

2024.08.15 Na Hyemi's IG Update 🤍🤍🤍

Note: From the prints on the balloon, the photo was taken at baby Mun's 1st birthday (March 1st this year).

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[k-star-holic]

Lee Jung-hyun's Park Yu-jung's Daughter SeoA Caught Stethoscope in Doljanchi: Stars' Top Recipe at Fun-Staurant

[peppermintquartz]

hii could you write something about when tommy and buck meet at madney's wedding, but this time tommy comes as chim's friend instead of buck's date. maybe it’s a year after the breakup since maddie wanted to wait to have the wedding until after she gave birth. maybe in this scenario buck and tommy are on good terms (or not? for more angst? it's up to you) and one of them asks the other to dance? honestly, I just want to see them dance😭 thank you! 💖

I tweaked the prompt slightly because there's a special party for the first birthdays of a Korean baby, and I thought it'd be sweet to celebrate that culture

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Doljanchi

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The music is cheerful and everyone is in high spirits. Buck is moving around the party, taking the opportunity to top up the trays of pastries and snacks while baby Joon-ki is propped on his little 'throne', dressed in an adorable green hanbok, after he finally woke up from his afternoon nap.

Everyone is waiting to take photos with him, and so no one is really looking at the door. Buck is counting the number of eclairs and thinking if he will need to run out for something when he hears someone clearing their throat softly.

"Buck."

Buck stands and turns around, heart involuntarily skipping a beat. He knows Tommy has been invited - Chimney told him - but seeing his ex in the flesh is still startling. Tommy's in a navy blue sports jacket and a pale gray polo over those jeans that hug his thighs.

"Tommy," Buck says, smiling politely. They've bumped into each other a handful of times since the breakup, and each time it was awkward, but they have not really had the opportunity to talk to each other, except for brief hellos and goodbyes.

Buck has found time to 'explore his options' since then. Men and women. Dated two other guys, never for more than four months. And he took the time to really think about which part of the rainbow he belonged to - he hadn't done that while he was with Tommy, because he thought it didn't matter, he had his boyfriend and that was enough for him - but then he went on a learning binge after.

He still thinks Tommy's statement about protecting his own heart is bullshit.

Tommy hands him a wrapped box. "For, uh, for the baby."

Buck takes it and tucks it under his arm. "Thanks. Help yourself to the food. I'll, uh, I'll get you a drink."

"Okay. Thanks."

It's so stilted and tense between them. Buck hates it. Fleeing to the kitchen, he digs out a bottle of the beer Tommy prefers. (He knows Tommy is going to be here. He's helping Maddie and Chim be good hosts. That's all.)

When he gets back to the living room where Joon-ki is holding court, surrounded by two sets of doting grandparents, he can't find Tommy. Part of him thinks that Tommy's gone again, too much of a coward to stay and pretend they can be friends.

And the other part of him wishes he can let it go already.

Then he spies Tommy kneeling on the floor in the corner where Jee Yun is, her little face pink and her lips pouting. Tommy has another wrapped box and he's giving it to her with a flourish, and she beams at him and hugs him around the neck.

She liked him, Buck remembers.

After the girl runs back to the table where her little brother is perched, Buck goes to Tommy and offers him a hand to stand up. Tommy glances at him, startled, and takes the assistance.

"Here," Buck passes him the beer. He checks his watch. "They're gonna do the doljabi in about five minutes."

"The what-bee?"

"Doljabi. It's some fortune-telling game. Supposed to tell what the baby's gonna be when he grows up."

Tommy stays for the game, stays to shake Maddie's hand and to give Chimney a hug, to take photos with Jee-yun and Joon-ki.

He stays late enough for dinner - the Lees supplied them with a dazzling assortment of Korean dishes - and it almost feels friendly, a few jokes traded around the adults while the kids have their own fun.

Baby Joon-ki is already in his cot, and Buck takes a moment to watch over his sleeping nephew. Then a shadow blocks the light from the hall.

"Hey," says Tommy softly.

"Hey." Buck smiles at him, genuine now. Tommy comes into the room when Buck inclines his head in invitation. "Kid's wiped out."

"It's been pretty momentous." Tommy slips his hands into his pockets. "Adorable kid though."

They stand side by side, watching the baby, and music filters into the room. For a moment, Buck could almost believe this is my child, this is my husband.

"How have you been?" Buck asks. "Anyone new in your life?"

Tommy shakes his head. "Haven't had time." He takes a deep breath. "I heard from Eddie that you, uh, you broke up with that lifeguard. Jay?"

"Ray," says Buck. Then he licks his lips. "We never did dance at Maddie's wedding. Can I ask you for one?"

"Now?"

Buck holds up a hand and tilts his head, a small flutter of a smile on his lips. "Now."

For a heartbeat, Tommy looks like he wants to refuse. Then he exhales and takes Buck's hand, accepts the other hand at his waist.

As they sway to the music, Buck looks directly at Tommy. It helps that they are of the same height. "I miss you. It's been over a year, and I still miss you."

Tommy blinks at him, perhaps surprised at the confession. His answering smile is small and tentative. "Yeah, me too."

"Can we try again?" Buck asks, still swaying slowly, guiding them in a small circle around the baby's room. "You can't say that I don't know what I want now. I've done my exploring. I've done my learning. And I am more than ever certain that you are who I want to be my last."

"I want to try again," Tommy replies, equally quietly, reverently. "I went to therapy again, unpacked... unpacked a lot of the shit I said that night. It was unfair to you."

"Not entirely untrue though."

"I wouldn't know." Tommy pauses, and then adds, "I'd like to find out."

Buck smiles. He feels lighter, clearer than he has for a long time. "So... you'll call me Evan again?"

Tommy sighs, smiles back. "I never stopped thinking of you as Evan. I'm sorry I ran."

"Good. Be sorry." Buck cradles Tommy's cheek and draws him in. "We'll try again. No more running, okay? Rough times, or if either of us do something stupid, we talk it out. Promise me that."

"Of course."

[webshood]

more on my wasian Jason thing:

Sheila was a korean immigrant with a lot of ambition who happened to fall for german-american Willis, but while he wanted to create a family, she wanted to pursue her degree, when she got pregnant Willis insisted on her carrying it to term, saying he'd be in charge in hopes of Sheila having a change of heart.

She eventually gives birth to Jason, but she doesn't want anything to do with him, his name is chosen by Willis, he doesn't get a doljanchi, nothing about Sheila's culture is passed down to Jason and as soon as he was weaning Sheila packed her bags and left.

[foxantoine]

celebrated Dustin's very first birthday! did a little doljanchi (돌잡이)! happy birthday little Dust 🧹

[fishklok]

An assortment of family headcanons

Magnus: *my entire blog now* but basically: child of divorce, only child.

Charles: Two older siblings and a twin. Grew up suspecting that he was the child his parents didn't plan on having. Raised by his mother and step-father. I have two interpretations for his biological father. First is that he died at sea when Charles was young, and second is that his father was Mr. Salacia. I think I could combine them.

Amber: Her father came to America in the late 70s to escape the Cambodian-Vietnamese War, where he met her mother who was immigrating from Laos. Amber has two older brothers and she was treated as the perfect baby angel who could do no wrong. Until she got slightly older, then she was expected to essentially be a third parent to her brothers. She went no-contact with her parents after they found out about her stripping. Her relationship with her brothers could have continued to be good, but it was hard for them to go behind their parents' back.

Melmord: He has three moms. Two of them are a lesbian couple, and the third is the donor who later came out as a trans woman. He has 2 biological siblings, 4 half-siblings, and a shit-ton of foster siblings. It's seriously hard to keep track. That's also not including the people Melmord's family would take in, who essentially were family members to him. I just find it funny that when Charles has to deal with the first messy/selfish hands-on kill of his career, instead of a guy with no connections, his victim has just a comically huge family.

Trindle: I'm still working out the details, but only child. Used to go to a Korean bilingual school, until her family moved and then she was home-schooled. Her parents had no idea what she was doing on the internet, but they wanted to be supportive. Maybe they were a little too lax. Also during her doljanchi, she crawled past all of the items they had laid out and she reached for a stuffed whale that was lying around.

Abigail: Grew up surrounded by music. Her mother was a classical pianist, her grandmother was an opera singer, and her father was a radio DJ (that's how her parents met). She was always more drawn to the technical side of music production rather than going down the same path as her family (she thought she was going to go into engineering for a while). She still has a good relationship with her parents and extended family. Her dad bringing her into his studio was a formative memory for her.

[lee-sanghyeok]

Countdown to BOYNEXTDOOR's first anniversary!

(they mixed 'door' + 돌잔치 (doljanchi - first birthday party) to be 'doorjanchi')

[transgenderer]

divinatory object-picking rituals (feels weird to use the word for modern non-religious activities. but it feels most accurate. gender reveal parties are rituals) for babies, where what object the baby picks is supposed to predict something about their life are surprisingly cross-cultural. there's chinese zhuazhoa, vietnamese thoi noi, korean doljanchi (pictured above), japanese erabitori, kazakh tusaukeser (combined with a ritual of cutting a rope tied between the legs after the first steps), armenia agra hadig, keralan (indian) pallada and maltese il-quccija! presumably all the east asian ones share a common origin, and wikipedia claims without source the kazakh tradition is a result of north koreans exiled there. the armenian and keralan tradition both reference the first tooth erupting, which is kind of suggestive of a connection but is also just one of the main baby events i guess. presumably also connected to the dalai lama object-selection test

[strawberriesbunni]

I want to schedule a zhuazhou/doljanchi for Sua in the near future since she’s almost 1. Zhuazhou/doljanchi is a celebration in China/Korea where children on their first birthday get blessings for their future and to live a long, healthy life. When I was younger, I had a zhuazhou and I think I picked up either money or a calculator. It has been a while, I can’t remember. I thought it’d be cute for Sua to partake in this tradition too

I’ve got a couple of items to use when she picks her “future”:

Microphone = singer/musician

Stethoscope = doctor/medicine

Hamburger toy = chef

Stack of Cash = wealth

Book = teacher/scholar/writer

Gavel = judge/lawyer

Camera = photography

Abacus = accountant/businessperson

I’m still working out modifying the objects so she can pick them up. So far, only the first half she can pick up.

[yuseonghqs]

🌊 GREETINGS FROM YUSEONG BAY !

JUST LANDED: MOON, CHAEYOUNG. / / FROM: SOUTH KOREA. / / AGE: 28.

–––– ( FOLLOW ? ) / / ( READ MORE ? ) / / ( MAILBOX ? )

"Dear mother,

If I’m honest I don’t know why I keep doing this. Writing and never sending these letters I write… I often wonder if I ever sent one, would you read it? Would you reply to me and offer me back the love I once had as your daughter? or if you simply see it was me who sent them and put them in the trash? …Somehow that seems like the likely outcome that makes me hide them instead of sending them. 

Jisung's first birthday is around the corner and he is doing well. He is bubbly and his giggles just seem to light up the entire room. I am sure that if you ever got the chance to meet him you would love him, he is just that charming. I will be holding his Doljanchi with a few people and I know that no matter what he picks, I will be happy for him. I have found great people in this place and been happier than ever. Though I’m sure you don’t care anymore…

I’m foolish, right? Even if I still hurt from your coldness, even if I still resent you and father for everything that happened and  would not want to return,  I still hope you will want to make things right, to meet with your grandson at least one time… don’t think too kindly of me, i’m not thinking of you but of my son. He has done nothing wrong to have his family missing like that, but if it’s for his happiness then I will do anything I can. Maybe the smartest thing will be to keep quiet until he brings it up, until he decides if he wants to meet you and father or not, he is the only reason I would do it for.

with love,

your daughter, 

Chaeyoung.”

The paper was suddenly ripped out of the notebook it had been written in, a couple of tears dampening the paper before morphing it into a ball and being thrown away to the trash. The sound of the baby calling for his mother brought a genuine smile in her face, long gone was the sadness that had clouded her while writing another letter that would never be sent. “I’m going jisungie.” She chuckled as she moved to pick him up with a gentle hold. “Are we hungry?” She asked while moving out of the room. Heartbreak left behind as she stepped into the light of the kitchen with her baby in her arms.

[madneocity-universe]

Chilling Adventures: Zoe Yang

No começo, houve caos: que se dane crianças ocidentais e seus super aniversários de um ano de idade ou não. Zoe Yang podia ter nascido em uma primavera belga, mas era herança de duas famílias coreanas e metidas com asiáticos até o talo, com tias, e principalmente ahjummas dando pitaco em como iam comemorar sua primeira conquista de vida.

Sobreviver, não ser mais uma recém nascida que podia, literalmente, morrer de soluço.

Tinha pouca ou nenhuma noção do que era um doljanchi quando a colocaram em cima de um mini altar, usando um hanbok infantil, e de frente pra três objetos enigmáticos que faziam parte daquele ritual: aquele que ela escolhesse primeiro, ia ditar o caminho que ela provavelmente seguiria no decorrer de sua vida.

O arrependimento? Não terem feito uma festinha com cama elástica, decoração da Patrulha Canina e deixado ela dormir no colo dos parentes enquanto os pais tiravam uma folga, quando ela soltou um espirro colossal — muito, muito alto e violento pra uma criança de seu tamanho — e conseguiu atingir com meleca e saliva tudo a pelo menos um metro na frente dela.

Ela escolheu ser tudo. Era essa sua mensagem pro mundo.

Por ser a caçula, era de se esperar que ela sumisse entre os irmãos, mesmo que fosse até bem alta e desenvolvida entre as outras crianças de cinco anos de idade que ela conhecia e tinha convívio. A verdade é que amava como os pais sempre estavam prontos pra pegar ela no colo, como os avós sempre queriam mimar ela com mais empenho, e como Oli sempre estendia sua mão para ela pegar independente de onde eles estivessem, como o bom irmão mais velho que ele sempre foi.

Era assim que ela sabia desde cedo que podia se apoiar e confiar nele, como gerava bons momentos também, assim como julgar e reprovar Theo quando o mesmo escolhia não descer as escadas de casa de maneira convencional, e que sair escorregando no corrimão enorme era uma ideia melhor.

Só pra descobrir, no final e já todo torto e arrebentado no chão, que não devia nem ter cogitado aquilo se não quisesse a dor de dois dentes quebrados e ainda levar um pontapé da própria irmã caçula.

— Vai, chora, seu chorão. Mas chora baixo, tia Laura tá na sala do lado.

Não era culpa dela se as pessoas pareciam funcionar com dois neurônios dando cabeçada, ela já fazia muito sendo fina e educada até com quem não merecia sua classe e consideração toda. Fossem os vizinhos da rua, pessoas aleatórias que ela via por aí e até seus próprios avós. Tinha limite pra tudo.

— Mas quem é Suny? — Perguntou indignada certa vez, se estressando no momento que Mrs. Kang aponta pra um pôster gigantesco que ela não tem vergonha de ter na sala, daquele grupo de cantoras idosas, antes de apontar o dedo minúsculo pra si mesma. — A senhora queria que eu me chamasse Suny por que ela é sua segunda favorita? Mas Suny nem é um nome! Yuri também não, vovó!

Deus sabia o que fazia, Merlim e Buda também, que não deixaram seus pais fazer moradia em Los Angeles e só a deixavam lá nas férias da escolinha pra aproveitar o sol e seus parentes do outro continente, já que sua família na Bélgica tinha mais privilégios — ou pesadelos — convivendo com os três na maior parte do ano.

Quando os pais apareciam pra buscá-la, cheia de tatuagens de chiclete nos braços, o cabelo naquele corte de franjinha tradicional e queimada de sol, depois de quase morrer de insolação naquela cidade infernal, ela tinha um monte de histórias pra contar.

— A senhora se lembra de Naeun? — Pergunta a mãe, agarrada no colo do pai como um coala, coisa que era comum desde que ela tinha nascido, naquele tom de fofoca típico das Kang. Pronta pra começar seu evento.

— A que… Puxava o cabelo da sua tia Goldie no parquinho ou a que a mãe era dona de lavanderia?

— A primeira. Pois muito bem, descobriu que se casou com um menino e a outra namorada dele. — Dizia do jeitinho que sua avó tinha contado, acenando com a cabeça várias vezes conforme sua mãe ficava chocada. — E ele não avisou ela, e agora estão os três casados. Cada um em um estado.

Mais do que fofoca e fingir que não queria xingar e julgar dez gerações de um indivíduo, ela tinha mesmo unido tudo que podia dos genes de seus pais em si mesma, era boa em tudo que se propunha e trabalhava muito duro pelas coisas que ela queria.

Fosse subir suas faixas no taekwondo super rápido, usar sua cabecinha esperta pra entender como quadribol funcionava e como era importante calcular a água de uma piscina num apartamento bruxo pra não correr o risco de ver o prédio todo desabar no chão, praticar a empatia entendendo as pessoas e seus sentimentos e ser solícita e gentil sempre, porque não se perdia nada sendo uma pessoa boa e consciente naquele mundo.

Era o reflexo perfeito de como era importante ser criado em um lar feliz, com pais atenciosos e que acreditavam em criação positiva, amor e respeito acima de tudo. Quase não dava pra dizer que ela tinha essa veia dramática que a obrigava a chorar horas a fio — sem lágrimas — dizendo que ninguém lhe amava mais. Quase não dava pra dizer que ela se estressava as vezes muito rápido, quando pisava nos pés de pessoas inconvenientes, que faziam perguntas inconvenientes para sua tia sempre que ela usava aquele crachá com cordinha de girassol na rua.

Quase não dava pra dizer que ela usava de seu tamanho e agilidade para remover Hye de seu caminho, quase sempre, a pegando pela gola da blusa e a rebocando pra qualquer espaço longe dela como se fosse uma boneca, só porque ela se movia devagar demais para o gosto de Yang. Uma criatura sem paciência, porque:

— Quando você crescer e eu não tiver que te encarar de cima, a gente conversa, fia.

Ninguém podia dizer que ela não tinha avisado que ia ser assim, desse jeito mesmo. Já tinha anunciado sua mensagem pro mundo, e agora estava a percorrendo por si própria.

[ericmun]

2024.08.16 Na Hyemi IG Update:

Photo of baby Mun's first birthday (March 1st) was taken by the same photographer that did Eric and Hyemi's beautiful wedding photos in 2017. They don't change at all other than having an extra bundle of joy. 🤍🤍🤍

Eric is back to his idol / actor look. Should we anticipate a comeback?!

Source: Na Hyemi

[k-star-holic]

Lee Jung-hyun, mother of daughter Doljanchi ('Stars' Top Recipe at Fun-Staurant')

[checkcharm]

Essential Gift-Giving Guide for a Korean First Birthday (Doljanchi)

[official-felizcumpleanos]

Happy Birthday in Korean: Celebrating in a Cultural Melody

Celebrate birthdays in Korean culture with heartfelt traditions and modern influences. The first birthday (doljanchi) and sixtieth birthday (hwan-gap) are crucial milestones. The customary way to wish someone is "Saeng-il Chukha Hamnida." Korean birthday foods like "Seaweed Soup" hold special significance. Gifting etiquette involves presenting gifts with respect. Traditional games like "Tuho" add fun to celebrations. Modern influences include cake-cutting and virtual celebrations. The English "Happy Birthday" song is also embraced. Korean birthdays reflect a beautiful blend of tradition and contemporary elements.

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