#ahjussi is high

[valdeswan]

36 year old KRS taking all his savings and buying a farm in a town in the middle of nowhere.

His line of work was a dangerous one, being a bodyguard for high-profile clients

After a job where KRS was blinded in one eye, he took the compensation money and his savings and quit.

His idea was to buy a small, nice house in a town far from the city. But LSH and CJS convinced him that he should buy a couple of acres and make it a farm. Their argument was something about how he should keep himself busy with something to avoid getting into trouble.

Bullshit. If you ask him. But they made him promise that after a three-hour session of them yapping, he only managed to convince them to buy something smaller. There is still a lot of space for only one person (for now)

They made him promise that once they retire, he would give them a room at the farm. KRS sometimes wonders why they tend to ask obvious questions.

The land was acquired at a low price due to its condition: weeds everywhere, rocks, and a two-story old wooden house with leaks.

He wouldn't have bought it if it weren't for the fact that the previous owner had told him he had completely redone the plumbing and wiring a few years earlier.

The only thing Roksoo carried with him when he arrived at his new residence was a bag with clothes and another with his few precious belongings: books, a coffee machine that his coworkers gave him for his birthday, and his pillow.

The moment he set foot on his new property, Roksoo kind of regretted it all because of the work the property needed. He was aware of the condition of the house when he moved in, but for some reason he thought it would be easy. Never again.

He blames LSH and CJS for putting ideas in his head about moving to a farm; this wasn't his idea about living like a slacker. He could do nothing but sigh and enter the house.

The first step creaked as he walked on it; he avoided stepping on the second one, which was obviously rotten. The board on the third and final step creaked and broke. KRS cursed and fell into the hole. He had scratches all over his calf when he managed to get his leg out of the hole.

KRS wondered if he should have been less stingy when it came to shelling out money to buy the property. It's not like he couldn't afford it; he wasn't as rich as he would have liked to be, but he wasn't lacking either.

There was nothing he could do now, so he simply sighed again and opened the creaking door. A cloud of dust made him cough and step back.

KRS mentally thanks the previous owner, who was kind enough to leave him his old tools in the shed. He left his bags on the floor and went to look for a broom to clean the interior to make it minimally habitable for the night.

Sexy Ahjussy activities. Imagine a tall, buff, black-haired middle-aged man with an eye scar🗣️🗣️🗣️🔥🔥🦅🦅🦅

[sunjaesol]

soljae | final timeline, angst, comfort, canon divergence | prompt: transformation

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Ryu Sunjae was pretty sure he lost his mind.

He confessed his feelings to the scriptwriter of a movie he refused to participate in, he felt irrational amounts of anger towards a police officer, got nauseous each time a taxi drove by in narrow streets, and—most importantly—he felt like he stepped out of his own body multiple times a day.

It was akin his soul drifting above his body, watching his walk and talk, but feeling totally removed from it all. Instead, his soul yearned for something different. Something beyond his reach—beyond the scope of this universe.

Which was insane. Hence the losing of his mind.

It had to be exhaustion, Sunjae reasoned. He walked the streets of the bustling financial district, hands stuffed in his long, black coat. He hoped that walking here would ease his mind. Among the skyscrapers that loomed impossibly high, a person came to rational thought.

Sunjae sighed as a headache grew right behind his eyes. He pinched his nose. That also happened now: headaches, bordering on migraines, which he never suffered from in the past.

It all started because of that damned script landing in his lap. It was cursed.

His hand moved up to rake through his hair. Focus, he told hlmself. Focus on what he knew was real for sure. He knew he was thirty-two, a B-list actor, that his dad owned a restaurant. His mother passed away when he was ten. He swam competitively as a teenager. He has lived in Seoul his whole life.

The facts repeated themselves in his brain, again and again. But when he tried to dig deeper, he was stumped. Like slamming into a glass door, seeing that there was something, but the door was lcoked.

And then there was that damned song replaying in his head like a jingle. A ballad, to be specific, with lyrics he never heard of and a voice he recognised as his own. But Sunjae didn't sing; he hadn't picked up a microphone since his last year of high school.

Another wave of pain spiked behind his eyes and Sunjae groaned. His stride faltered and he lost balance. His hand shot out to lean against the frontage of a building.

What was going on with him?! His head was going to explode at this rate!

His eyes snapped shut to try and force the pain away.

"Ahjussi, are you alright? Do you need help?"

Cracking open one eye, he was met with a small, young girl that couldn't be older than thirteen. Her brows were furrowed in concern, one hand gripping her bookbag and the other a rolled-up, yellow umbrella.

Sunjae froze.

A rolodex of memories flickered by in place of the headache. Flashes of moments he didn't experience nor remembered but felt so intensely that his chest hurt. He doubled over, grabbing his torso, and the startled girl ran off.

Colours blurred and shifted together in a kaleidoscope to create the shapes of people and things. Pink lemonade in a sunlit park, a staggering bike under the moonlight, a ferris wheel, a necklace, a packed stadium with thousands of lightsticks shining at him, a bridge on a cold night, a video rental store, a yellow umbrella.

And her. Continuously, always revolving around and involving her.

Im Sol.

Sol-ah.

Sunjae gasped for air. Without realising, he had dropped on his haunches and was using his hands to steady himself against the pavement. His eyes were burning, his head feeling like his brain was about to escape.

It wasn't possible. It couldn't be possible.

But his heart sang a different story. All these moments... were his own. Though not of him right now, but someplace else, some time else. His body and heart and mind, but different.

And Im Sol, the scriptwriter, was part of all these moments.

Feet pounded the pavement towards him. It was a police officer. The girl must've alerted the man after he doubled over.

He stretched out his arm in protest. "I'm fine, I'm fine!"

The police officer peered down at him, worried. "You shouldn't be sitting here if you're sick, Sir. Go home, yeah?"

Sunjae huffed. "I'm not... I'm not sick. I'm..." His words wavered, halting in his throat, and a tortured sob came out instead. Just like that, hot tears streamed down his face.

More memories intruded that blurred his vision and made the officer indistinguishable. Terrible amounts of grief sliced through his chest with each vignette of himself dying in different universes. He died. Again and again. Always young.

And finally, the rolodex ended on its final card. A tableau of himself as a teenager, frozen in awe, as a young Sol sprints towards him with cherry blossoms cascading from the trees.

"S-Sir...?"

Groaning, Sunjae used the wall to get back on his feet. He wiped his tears with a rough hand, but it was no use: they just kept coming.

"I need to go," he croaked. "I need to..." find Sol. Confront Sol. Explain everything to Sol. Hug Sol. Kiss Sol. Touch Sol. Make sure Sol doesn't die. Love Sol.

Before the officer could get another word out, Sunjae ran off. Where to, he wasn't sure, but at this point he trusted his heart to point him in the right direction.

There were nine million people in Seoul, but all of his paths have always led to Sol.

[crazydaymycrazyway]

Yerim: If scientists ever find a way to turn stress into electricity, Taewon ahjussi can be a high power phone charger

[whenthegoldrays]

I know how lucky I am

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written for the prompt: Eun Yoo and Yichan praising Eun Gyeol and making him blush (from @inardentdaylight)

setting: New York City, post-canon

note: spoken lines are indicated by “quotation marks” and sign language is indicated by ‘single quotes’

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“Ahjussi,” Eun Yoo ventures, waving for his atention. ‘Can I ask you something?’

‘Of course.’

‘Do you… remember Eun Gyeol’s voice?’

Yichan seems a bit taken aback by the question, and Eun Yoo wonders for a moment if she’s made a mistake.

But he purses his lips, closes his eyes, bows his head a bit. He thinks it over and finally, looking up, slowly answers, ‘Well, it has been 28 years. So if you ask me to remember it right now, I can’t imagine it.’

She nods, sipping on her raspberry lemonade. “Hmm.”

‘But that doesn’t matter, you know. I don’t need to know what he sounds like to…’

‘To be proud of him?’

‘Well, yes, that, but— This is something Cheong-ah taught me back in high school. I didn’t fully understand what she meant back then, but I do now. Even when you can’t hear someone’s voice, you can… see it. Feel it. Especially when it’s someone you love. So I see my son on stage and… it’s almost like I can hear him. I can see how he shines.’

“Oh, Mr. Ha.” Eun Yoo smiles, the beginnings of tears forming in her eyes. ‘That’s beautiful.’

He smiles, a bit bashful, and turns to his wife, realizing she’s been watching their conversation.

Cheong-ah grins at the two of them. ‘Has he been stealing my words?’ she signs with a wink to Eun Yoo.

‘Don’t worry, unnie. He credited you properly.’

They laugh together, and then Eun Yoo glances toward the entrance of the restaurant for the fourth or fifth time this evening. This time, however, she’s pleasantly surprised to see Eun Gyeol and his bandmates walking through the door.

With the brightest of smiles, she calls to him. “Babe, you’re here!”

He returns the smile and walks over after signaling to the hyungs.

“Hello, love,” he greets Eun Yoo, kissing her forehead, then turning to her parents with a small bow, “Mr. On, Ms. Choi. I’m sorry we’re late.”

They return the gesture, and the rest of the formalities are exchanged, seats taken and drinks ordered.

“What took you all so long?” Eun Yoo whispers to Eun Gyeol once he’s settled down next to her.

“I’m sorry. Dong Jin held us back to talk about our performance.”

“Oh? He wasn’t critical, I hope? You all did amazing.”

“No, no. Just encouragement.”

“Good,” she approves, patting his knee. ‘Mr. Ha, wasn’t Eun Gyeol incredible tonight?’

‘Stellar,’ agrees Yichan, making his son smile bashfully.

‘Thank you. I mean, it was just a few songs.’

‘Too few, if you ask me,’ signs his girlfriend. ‘I could have watched you up there for twice as long.’

He laughs. ‘Nonsense. I’m sure everyone else couldn’t wait for us to get off the stage.’

Eun Yoo gasps. ‘Bite your tongue. Everyone was enthralled. I know, they told me so themselves.’

‘I’d have to second that,’ puts in Yichan. ‘Even I could feel the energy in the room. They loved you.’

“Especially the girls,” adds Eun Yoo, leaning in to playfully poke Eun Gyeol’s cheek. “I do think some of them were eyeing my boyfriend a little too closely.”

“Stop it,” he giggles, cheeks turning a deep pink. “My dad is right here.”

“And?” She turns to Yichan. ‘You don’t mind, do you, Mr. Ha?’

‘Not at all,’ he answers with a fond chuckle.

‘He knows he did a great job with you, doesn’t he?’

‘Oh, some of my best work,’ he tells them with a very serious nod.

‘Your magnum opus.’ She separates herself from Eun Gyeol to lean across the table and look more closely at Mr. Ha. ‘Thank you for raising him into such a wonderful person, ahjussi. I don’t know where I’d be if you hadn’t.’

‘Oh…’ He gives a gentle chuckle, looking away for a moment. ‘After everything, I don’t know where we’d be without him, either. But be careful, young lady. You’re going to make me tear up before the food even gets here.’

Eun Yoo smiles, leaning back in her seat. ‘That’s fair. I’ll save the rest of my praises for the dessert.’

Yichan nods in agreement just as Cheong-ah touches his arm to get his attention. He turns to rejoin the conversation with Eun Yoo’s parents, but not before reaching over and giving his son’s hand a reassuring squeeze, and Eun Gyeol finds his eyes have turned a little misty, witnessing this exchange between his girlfriend and his father. He watches after his dad in awe for a moment — still not quite used to the peace and quiet joy he radiates these days — before he feels Eun Yoo resting her chin on his shoulder.

“Just accept this, Ha Eun Gyeol,” she whispers, peering up at him through her lashes. “You are… very loved tonight.”

He laughs, trying to lighten the mood back up. “Just tonight?”

“Well…” She smiles. “Always. But tonight I think there’s a little extra of it going around.”

[pttucker]

Han Sooyoung drew a straight line beneath her chin with her finger. I grinned and replied to her. "Don't worry. I'm not going to do that." Unfortunately, she did not look convinced. At all. It was Shin Yoosung who followed up after that. "Ahjussi, then why did you activate that Stigma?" [Stigma, 'Sacrificial Will Lv.8', is currently in activation!] The unique Stigma that I created was busying pumping more power to my companions while floating up a message in the air. Jung Heewon spoke. "…Can't you just switch that off now? It's been getting on my nerves for a while now." "And why is the Stigma's level so damn high, too…?" Lee Jihye also grumbled loudly. I spoke as if to make an excuse. "I only left it switched on in order to increase your powers, everyone. Really, I'm not thinking of doing anything weird." This time, Lee Gilyoung jumped in. "But that Stigma, it only comes on when you're trying to sacrifice yourself for your companions, right?" "Ahjussi, you're lying to us again, aren't you?"

CALLED. OUT.

Dokja this is what happens when you're constantly trying to trick your companions into unknowingly letting you throw yourself at death for them.

THEY KNOW YOU'RE LYING!

And they are having none of it.

[voolfman]

Cheers to Growing Up

Sctic fic by voolffman on ao3

His voice is deep. He's taller than me now. I don't always seem to remember this, and, sometimes, when I hear him speak, I am caught by surprise. When did he get so big? When did he grow up so much?

I know I was there. I watched it happen.

I used to hold his hand in the supermarket so he wouldn't wander off while mom debated pasta sauces. It'd be weird to hold his hand now. He's taller than me. And people would make weird assumptions. Mostly because we look nothing alike. At least we don't think so.

But sometimes, I can't help it. I remember a little boy looking up at me with stars in his eyes, as if I could reach out and grab the moon. Now, outer space is still definitely a theme for when he stares at me, but usually it's because he's finally realized that I'm a bit of a space case. Which is patently true, of that I can't deny, but maybe it's because we didn't have an older sibling to tell us how it was, that an older sibling can still be a bit starry-eyed and naive-

“Hyung, be ready to leave soon,” he said, a light and happy smile graced his sweet and (not so little anymore) face. Then he turned from the couch where I was brushing Peace and shouted, “Hurry up, Yerim! If you're not ready soon, hyung and I WILL leave you!”

“No we won't!” I reassured the girl. I poked the brat standing next to me. “Be nice. Girls take longer to get ready-”

“Her hair is shorter than mine.”

I sighed, this kid. “Not the point. I'm ready, though, just brushing Peace while I wait for you two.”

Yoohyun pouted and crossed his arms. “I'm going to grab the invitations.”

“Don't harass Yerim when you pass her room!” I called after him as I went back to brushing Peace and… pondering.

-but that's alright. I am still the older sibling, and that can never be taken away. I know my place. You know your place. I'm still in charge, I'm still five years older.

And I'll still be just as excited when I take you out to grab some fast food when we're 25 and 20, and just as excited when we were 17 and 12 as I picked you up from school when we did that. I wonder if you still remember our shenanigans. I still remember the first time I held you. Not as a memory, it's been too long for a distinct memory. But the memory of a feeling. I was so excited to meet you. More than you could possibly imagine. Even when you frustrate me to high heaven and make me wonder if I spoiled you a tad too much, I'll still coo over your actions, even if you're an adult, to me you'll always be small and cute. My adorable (not so little anymore) brother.

“Ahjussi!! Yoohyun just burnt my hairbrush to a crisp and said I looked ‘good enough!’”

Well, mostly adorable. Sorry, Yerim, he's a bit of a brat.

[lizhly-writes]

@aeluuin hi. anyway! anyway!!!! continued from this normal orv fan knw thing!

This is really not how Kim Namwoon thought he’d be spending his morning.  Or his afternoon.  Or his night.  Or, really, any moment of his existence.  Good to know that, faced with a difficult decision, he’s super chill with picking murder.

He hadn’t had a choice!  Catching one of three insects is the same of killing one of three characters – people with names, personalities, stories!  Stories that, altogether, set this worldline to successful end!  Is he willing to risk that?  Better to kill one of those passerby NPCs no one gave a shit about, right?  He hadn’t had a choice!

Haha, it’s better if he thinks of it like that, isn’t he?  If he really thinks about it – but of course, he’s not going to really think about it.  He’s been spending five minutes carefully not thinking about it, because if he thinks about it, if he really thinks through the implications of what he’s done –

Kim Dokja is staring at him.

“Well, what’ll it be, ahjussi?” Kim Namwoon says, a little manic, because what else could he possibly be at the moment?  This is his doom right here, isn’t it?

It isn’t like the novel.  Can’t be like the novel, when Kim Namwoon has already satisfied scenario conditions.  If Kim Dokja wants to kill him, then Kim Dokja has to do it with his own two hands – literally with his own hands, because it isn’t as if Kim Dokja has a weapon other than his fucking money.

Wow, wouldn’t that be something?  That’s an especially brutal death, isn’t it?  Wouldn’t it be poetic justice if it happened to Kim Namwoon, considering what the original character had been trying to do?

He straightens up, knife at the ready, watching Kim Dokja – watching each blink, each twitch, every little movement – 

Kim Dokja walks away.

“...Eh?  Hey–” Kim Namwoon cuts himself off before he can actually ask why aren’t you going to kill me, because that’s – that’s just the worst question all around, he doesn’t actually want Kim Dokja to reconsider, but… he’s only human.  He’d still like to know.

Hey, isn’t he still the epitome of all of Kim Dokja’s complaints?  His self-hatred issues?  Shouldn’t there be some kind of duel to the death? Kim Namwoon’s not complaining, of course!  But this is…

Anticlimactic.  That’s the word he’s looking for.

Huh.

He exhales. This is… this is an okay outcome.  He wanted Kim Dokja to ignore him.  Kim Dokja is ignoring him.  This is exactly what he wanted.

There’s still five minutes left to his scenario.

He wants to put his head between his knees and just… breathe.  But of course, that’s not allowed.  That show he put up earlier isn’t enough to dissuade everyone from approaching him if he sinks to the floor, curled up in fetal position, not at all paying attention to the world around him.  That’s an easy target if he’s ever seen one.

Kim Namwoon can do that thing if he wants later.  

For now, he leans against the train carriage wall and waits.

...

Kim Namwoon isn’t moving.  He seems content to stand there, smiling defensively, ready to take down anything that dares attack him. Fine.  Kim Dokja will leave him to it.  There are better uses of time than watching a high schooler who doesn’t seem to inclined to do anything.

Five minutes left.

[You have killed a living thing.]

[100 coins have been earned as additional compensation.]

[You have killed a living thing.]

[100 coins have been earned as additional compensation.]

One question answered: eggs do count as living creatures.

If he had more time, it would be easy to portion out the insect egg sack to save every person on this train.  But who has that kind of time?  Furthermore, is that kind of thing worth it to begin with?  What’s the point in lugging around dead weight?

If they’re dead weight, they should be at least loyal.  And there’s no way he could make sure of that.  Ideally, he’d want the Behind The Scenes Contract to be sure – but he remembers that contract being worth far more than what Yoo Joonghyuk could get in these early scenarios.

“Hey,” Kim Dokja says.  “Dokkaebi.  Are you paying attention?  What can I do with these coins?”

Maybe there’s a cheaper option he doesn’t know about.

And certainly there are many people here willing to sign away their lives, if only they could guarantee that they wouldn’t be destroyed.

[sarayoon]

— SETTING: by a mural in claret park ; sunday morning — AVAILABILITY: closed starter for MAX CORTEZ | ( @max-cortez )

Sara adjusted her sunglasses as she held onto her son's dinosaur backpack which contained his water bottled, a few snacks, an extra pair of shorts and shirt, as well as her own wallet. "Don't run too far, Hanbin-ah!" She called out to her little one, to which he replied with an 'okay' that slowly faded in the distance as he kept running.

At least she knew she didn't have to stress herself too much about high-speed vehicles on these parts of Claret Park, but her heart did skip a beat when she saw her son stopping by someone who was clearly busy mixing paints. "Ahjussi! Can I paint with you?" She could hear him asking as she approached him and gently pulled him closer to herself. "Bin-ah. Let's let the ahjussi paint by himself? We can buy you another... book to color." Her words faltered at the end, when she realized who her son was talking to. Great. Now he was going to think she was stalking him? Twice on the same week? "Sorry. We won't bother you Max, I promise."

[godza]

is rika from the pokemon champion interview a girl or boy or neither because they are exceedingly attractive. I was hit by the pouring flames and pain started to spread through my entire body.

i accidentally copypasted orv 188 here sorry

…It hurt. It really hurt. My skin cracked from the high temperature and my eyeballs felt ripe.

Jung Heewon endured her tears and kept attacking me. The flames that destroyed evil burned away at my wounds and all my flesh.

I probably would’ve fainted from the pain if it wasn’t for Fourth Wall. Even so, my body didn’t break.

The shocked Jung Heewon asked, “What is going on with your body?”

“…The damage is probably too insufficient.”

The rate of my stamina consumption was accelerated but it wasn’t enough to kill me in the remaining time. I didn’t expect that even Jung Heewon wouldn’t be sufficient.

Honestly, I was at a loss for words. Maybe it was because I was judged to be ‘narrative-grade.’

[The nebula ‘Vedas’ is rejoicing in your pain.]

[The remaining attack time is 10 minutes.]

[The constellations of the nebula ‘Papyrus’ are making a toast.]

This was just the beginning. A huge shock wave spread through the hall and my body started to grow again.

[The third phase of the ’73rd Demon King’ is starting.]

[Your body has become harder.]

We had now reached the third phase. I shouted without feeling panic, “Everybody, stay awake! Do you remember?”

The party members nodded and skillfully changed the formation. However, I could see that Cho Youngran’s Mechanical Gateway Array Method had slightly collapsed from my explosive increase in magic power. In the end, Cho Youngran coughed up blood and sat down. The timing of this was faster than expected. Demonic energy started to fill the whole hall and the party members became weaker as they received debuffs.

Now I had to borrow a hand that I hadn’t wanted to borrow.

[The constellation who doesn’t yet have a name is looking at his incarnation.]

Shin Yoosung trembled after receiving my message and shook her head. My incarnation Shin Yoosung had felt my determination long ago.

‘Ahjussi, I can’t do it. Please.’

I stared at Shin Yoosung.

This was the relationship between a constellation and incarnation. Rather than speaking one hundred words, I conveyed my indescribable and deep emotions just by looking at them. Shin Yoosung finally burst out crying as the violent emotions were one-sidedly passed on.

‘I understand.’

The pain and bitterness in the small child’s heart resonated and as a constellation, I could hear it more than anyone.

Shin Yoosung held the other child’s hand and stood up. “Gilyoung. Let’s go. We have to do it.”

Shin Yoosung’s eyes shone yellow. The characteristics of Beast Master were started to manifest. There was a great trembling in the hall and I soon heard a tearing sound. A giant beast’s snout appeared in the gap.

The chimera dragon. The giant monster that would later become a destruction species flapped its giant wings as it was summoned to the hall. However, the chimera dragon hesitated instead of attacking when it saw me.

[The 2nd grade monster species, the ‘Chimera Dragon’ has refused its master’s command.]

[The 2nd grade monster species, the ‘Chimera Dragon’ feels terrified of the 73rd demon king.]

Blood poured from Shin Yoosung’s nose. She couldn’t control the 2nd grade monster alone yet. I watched Lee Gilyoung and said, “Gilyoung. Think of this as a game.”Lee Gilyoung looked up at me. I stared at the child’s eyes and remembered the words I had once spoken as we walked through the darkness.

It was a conversation that occurred when we wandered together through the darkness of Geumho Station. The moments that passed like nothing became precious memories that returned.

“Even if I die, I will come back. I promise.”

These stories became the power to kill me.

“…Aaaaaah!” Lee Gilyoung howled and used Taming.

[The remaining attack time is 9 minutes.]

The chimera dragon was controlled by the two children’s Taming and started to cry out in pain.

The chimera dragon sucked in all the air around it. The chimera dragon sucked in even my magic and started to open its huge snout towards me.

It was a dark magic power. A huge sphere of light was created between the ferocious fangs. It was a weapon that only a dragon, the peak of monsters, could use.

The Breath. I was hit by the Breath and my body was torn apart again. It was a shock that caused the mind to break down.

Despite this shock, my body was still alive. The party members were shocked by my miserable appearance but they shouldn’t stop.

I straightened my ripped lips and said, “Con… tinue.”

If they didn’t do it now, there wouldn’t be another chance.

[A few constellations have noticed your sacrifice.]

[Many constellations are amazed by your will.] The chimera dragon was exhausted by the use of Breath and its huge body lay on the ground. Fortunately, the chimera dragon sucked in most of the worst of my rampaging magic power but the attack power of the party members were decreasing.

“Damn, I’m out of magic power!”

[The remaining capture time is 5 minutes.]

My preparations for dealing with the 73rd demon king were up to here. So from now on… I should leave it to someone else.

“Kim Dokja.” Yoo Jonghyuk had risen from the stone wall and was watching me.

I saw that Lee Seolhwa was exhausted by his side. She had probably poured all her magic power into healing him. I saw many emotions cross his eyes as he identified me as the demon king.

“Don’t make such an expression. You can’t change what has already happened. Don’t you already know?”

Yoo Jonghyuk wiped his bloody lips and murmured, “It should’ve been me who died here.”

Fortunately, Yoo Jonghyuk was Yoo Jonghyuk. He already accepted that he would have to kill me.

Yoo Jonghyuk rushed towards me with the Heaven Shaking Sword. Every hit made me feel that my physical strength had been reduced. He didn’t say anything but his despair was conveyed every time the blade cut me.

[The remaining capture time is 4 minutes.]

For us, we weren’t even allowed time to feel that despair.

“Let’s end it now Yoo Jonghyuk. Bring ‘that’ out.”

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“Don’t play around. I know you didn’t use it on purpose.”“…If I use this, you can’t be resurrected.”

“That’s why you are going to use it. It would be difficult if I came back again as a demon king.”

“…”

“What if the scenario ends up being ruined? You should stop thinking about it.”

Yoo Jonghyuk glared at me without speaking.

「 Do you have an idea? 」

I just laughed at his question. Yoo Jonghyuk hesitated before eventually pulling out a sword.

The Heavenly Sword of Gathering Clouds. Ame no Murakumo no Tsurugi. It was a sword obtained from Yamata no Orochi in Peace Land.

Yoo Jonghyuk spoke in a somber voice, “I hoped the moment where I had to use this would never come.”

“Me too. However, now is the time.”

[The constellation ‘Demon-like Judge of Fire’ feels despair.]

[The constellation ‘Prisoner of the Golden Headband’ is sighing deeply.]

[The constellation ‘Queen of the Darkest Spring’ is holding her breath.]

The power acquired by a story will eventually collapse because of a story. My attribute of Eight Lives was derived from the power of Yamata no Orochi. This power was bound to be vulnerable to the weapon of death that killed Yamata no Orochi. Perhaps I would lose all my remaining lives if I was cut by this sword.

Yoo Jonghyuk opened his mouth. “…To be honest, there is no certainty in this. The duration of Giant Body Transformation is over and I’m not confident in my current attack power.”

“Don’t worry about it.”

I could see Shin Yoosung furiously shaking her head towards me.

[The constellation who doesn’t yet have a name has given his incarnation a ‘stigma’.]

There was a dazzling light and my stigma nestled inside Shin Yoosung.

[The stigma ‘Sacrifice’s Will Lv. 1’ has been activated!]

The stigma caused a brilliant glow to emerge from Shin Yoosung’s body.

[The master of the stigma risks his life for others.]

[The attack power of the party is greatly increased in proportion to the desperation of their lives.]

The exhausted eyes of my party members started to become energetic again.

Sacrifice’s Will. It was a stigma that didn’t really suit me. One thing was for certain. My death was now confirmed.

“Thank you for everything.”

[The remaining capture time is 3 minutes.]

The party members were running.

Lee Hyunsung, Jung Heewon, Shin Yoosung, Lee Gilyoung, Yoo Sangah, Gong Pildu, Lee Jihye…

They cried, screamed or were filled with deep anger. Everyone was coming towards me. My vision gradually diminished and all the characters became the landscape. I saw them and laughed.

「 Incarnation Kim Dokja will be killed by the person he loves most. 」

I had forgotten. All prophecies couldn’t be interpreted literally. In this Star Stream, people were stories.

[The constellation ‘Secretive Plotter’ is looking at you.]

[The constellation ‘Demon-like Judge of Fire’ is looking at you.]

[The constellation ‘Prisoner of the Golden Headband’ is looking at you.]

[The constellation ‘Abyssal Black Flame Dragon’ is looking at you.]

[The constellation ‘Maritime War God’ is looking at you.]

As the gazes of countless stars in the sky poured towards me, a story was running towards me.

“Ahhhhhh!”

Parents, friends and lovers were all stories.

[The remaining capture time is 2 minutes.]

This wasn’t the Ways of Survival I knew but—It was a story more wonderful than Ways of Survival.

[A constellation of a small planet is looking at you.]

[All the constellations on the Korean Peninsula are looking at you.]

It was my story. I laughed as Yoo Jonghyuk’s sword pierced my heart.

[Your fate has been realized.]

My body slowly sank down and Yoo Jonghyuk held onto me. “Kim Dokja.”

“It was a really great story. Isn’t that right?”

Yoo Jonghyuk stared down at me silently. I couldn’t find any words and just watched. It was as if I had always been meant to do this.

[The effect of the Heavenly Sword of Gathering Clouds has destroyed all remaining extra lives.]

[You can no longer resurrect.]

I finally looked up at the sky. The clusters of nebulae were in the centre of the night sky. Vedas, Olympus, Papyrus…

I would never forget what they had done.

Then the sky blinked.

[The constellation ‘Prisoner of the Golden Headband’ doesn’t wish for your death.]

The stars shone brightly as if in response to my will.

[The constellation ‘Abyssal Black Flame Dragon’ doesn’t wish for your death.]

[The constellation ‘Secretive Plotter’ doesn’t wish for your death.]

[The constellation ‘Demon-like Judge of Fire’ doesn’t wish for your death.]

I looked at the sky and laughed. Due to these guys, I hated the constellations but I couldn’t hate the story.

“Let’s meet again, Yoo Jonghyuk.”

The power of the demon king disappeared and at the same time, strength drained from me.

[The main scenario has ended.]

[Seoul Dome has been freed.]

A small black hole appeared in the air behind me. My body was slowly being sucked into it. My legs, my torso, my arms…they turned into powder and were slowly being sucked in.

“Kim Dokja! No! Kim Dokja!”

At the last moment, he tightly held me by the neck. However, it was already too late.

My vision turned black and I was sucked into an empty void. The eyes of the constellations watching me started to disappear one by one. I was leaving the area of the channel.

[The constellation ‘Demon-like Judge of Fire’ doesn’t wish for your death!]

In the distant night sky, one star desperately blinked at me.

[The constellation ‘Demon-like Judge of Fire’ doesn’t wish for your death!]

Yes, you can stop now. Uriel.

[The constellation ‘Demon-like Judge of Fire’…]

Thank you.

The stars in the night sky went out one by one and Incarnation Kim Dokja’s story finally ended.

[The constellations of the absolute good system have withdrawn the mark of ‘evil’ from you.]

[Your incarnation body has completely been destroyed.]

[You have failed the scenario.]

[You have been expelled from the scenario.]

[The Star Stream will announce your modifier.]

In the faraway darkness, the Star Stream was quietly whispering to me.

[Your modifier is the ‘Demon King of Salvation’.]

AWW MAN I ACCIDENTALLY COPYPASTED THE ENTIRETY OF 188 JESUS CHRIST

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ahjussi getting high as fook

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Jo In Sung’s Shocking Transformation: Fans React to His Long Hair and Beard

Jo In Sung, the star of the hit K-drama “Moving,” has recently surprised everyone with his drastic change of appearance. The actor attended an event in Korea, where he showed off his long hair and beard, creating a buzz online. What is the reason behind his new look? And how do fans feel about it? Read on to find out!

Jo In Sung’s Return to the Small Screen

Jo In Sung is one of the most popular and respected actors in Korea. He has starred in many successful films and dramas, such as “A Frozen Flower,” “That Winter, The Wind Blows,” and “It’s Okay, That’s Love.” The actor made his comeback to the small screen after six years with the drama “Moving,” which aired from January to March 2023. The drama was based on a webtoon of the same name by Kang Full, and it told the story of a high school student who moves to a new town with his family after witnessing a murder.

(Photo : Disney+ Korea) Jo In Sung played the role of Kang Do Ha, a mysterious man who helps the student and his family. The actor received praise for his charismatic and nuanced performance, as well as his chemistry with his co-stars. “Moving” was a huge success, achieving high ratings and positive reviews from critics and viewers. The drama also won several awards, including Best Drama, Best Actor for Jo In Sung, and Best Director at the 2023 Baeksang Arts Awards.

Jo In Sung’s New Look Sparks Debate Online

After wrapping up “Moving,” Jo In Sung has been busy with his solo activities. However, he shocked everyone when he appeared at an event in Korea with a completely different look.

(Photo : Osen News) The actor sported long hair and a beard, giving off an “ahjussi” vibe. He wore a casual outfit of a black shirt, jeans, and sneakers. He also wore glasses and a mask, covering most of his face. The photos of Jo In Sung’s new look quickly spread online, causing various reactions from fans and netizens. Some praised the actor for being handsome and stylish, while others criticized him for looking old and unkempt.

(Photo : News 1) Here are some of the comments from online communities: “He looks like a handsome homeless man.” “He’s still handsome, but I prefer him with short hair and clean-shaven.” “He looks like he’s preparing for a new role. Maybe a historical drama?” “He’s aging gracefully. I love his natural look.” “He looks like a Korean version of Johnny Depp.”

Jo In Sung’s Possible New Project

Many netizens speculated that Jo In Sung’s new look might be related to a new project that he is working on. Some guessed that he might be playing a historical or fantasy character that requires long hair and beard. However, there has been no official confirmation or announcement from the actor or his agency about his next work. Fans are eagerly waiting for any news or updates about Jo In Sung’s future plans.

‘Moving’ Writer Kang Full Personally Chose Jo In Sung as Kim Doo Shik The actor has not appeared in any interviews or variety shows since “Moving” ended. He has only attended some events and fan meetings, where he expressed his gratitude and love for his fans. The last time Jo In Sung appeared on TV was on the third season of “Unexpected Business,” a reality show where celebrities run a supermarket in the countryside. He joined as a guest in episode 10, where he helped Cha Tae Hyun and Yoo Jae Suk with their tasks. He also interacted with the local customers and showed off his charm and humor.

What Do You Think of Jo In Sung’s Transformation?

Jo In Sung is known for being versatile and adventurous with his roles and looks. He has experimented with various hairstyles and outfits throughout his career, always surprising his fans with his transformations.

(Photo : Pannchoa) However, his latest look seems to be the most extreme and controversial one yet. Some fans love it, while others hate it. Some are curious about it, while others are indifferent to it. What about you? What do you think of Jo In Sung’s long hair and beard? Do you like it or not? Do you think it’s for a new project or just for fun? Share your thoughts and opinions in the comments below. Subscribe to IDOLS KPOP for exclusive updates and captivating content. Read the full article

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As someone who works in the translation industry as a proofreader, it's quite noticeable when someone either assumes that there are no differences in formality between the original language (usually Korean for me) and the new language (English), or when they believe English has no sense of formality.

The first comes up quite a lot when it comes to honorifics. English does use honorifics, yes, but not so much in casual conversation. If someone kept saying 'Mr. Smith' or 'Mr. John' instead of a character's name when they are friends (the Korean equivalent often being Smith-ssi), it wouldn't just be that they are being formal, it would feel incredibly unnatural.

However, that doesn't mean the extra hint of formality in that character should be ignored instead. They wouldn't say, "Yo, Johnny mate, can ya head o'er to the bottle-o and nab a fancy red?" (this is exaggerated for the sake of illustrating a point), but instead might say, "John, could you please go to the nearest BWS and get an expensive red wine?"

My actual point is that English formality is very present in speech. However, it's less obvious to an English speaker when used appropriately for a few reasons.

First, it's not properly taught. Instead, formal vs informal speech is something English speakers are often expected to pick up on their own with maybe only a small bit of guidance from schools. I've heard of many people (especially autistic people) getting mocked for speaking too formally or getting dirty looks for speaking too informally.

Second, formal language appears differently. It may simply be adding 'please' to a request or avoiding slang (in Korean, this would be about equal to 'low formality').

Building on that, formal language can also get quite intricate. In a 'high formality' context, you don't use contractions. Titles are added to names, especially in the context of nobility--the esteemed guests were hosted by the honourable Sir Robertson. You rephrase sentences so they do not end in prepositions if they are not required to. And you most certainly want to avoid starting sentences with conjunctions.

Finally, the context in which formal language is used are different. In Korean, for example, there is a massive emphasis on age as a measure of formality. You always speak formally to those older than you, often using words such as ahjussi to refer to them (there's a whole collection of words distinguished based on who is older, what gender they are, and what gender the other person is).

Meanwhile, in English, although there is an idea of 'respect your elders', it is far less rigid. I had a friend who was twice my age who I simply addressed the same way as all my other friends with maybe only a hint of formality (he also had a slightly higher hierarchical position than me). When I try to get a stranger's attention, I will use the same, formal words no matter their age. From what I have seen, one's closeness and position in a hierarchy are the key features that change formality, with the context in which you are meeting playing a significant role in hierarchy.

I'm so fascinated by languages with different levels of formality built in because it immediately introduces such complex social dynamics. The social distance between people is palpable when it's built right into the language, in a way it's not really palpable in English.

So for example. I speak Spanish, and i was taught to address everyone formally unless specifically invited otherwise. People explained to me that "usted" was formal, for use with strangers, bosses, and other people you respect or are distant from, while "tú" is used most often between family and good friends.

That's pretty straightforward, but it gets interesting when you see people using "tú" as a form of address for flirting with strangers, or for picking a fight or intimidating someone. In other languages I've sometimes heard people switch to formal address with partners, friends or family to show when they are upset. That's just so interesting! You're indicating social and emotional space and hierarchy just in the words you choose to address the other person as "you"!!

Not to mention the "what form of address should I use for you...?" conversation which, idk how other people feel about it, but to me it always felt awkward as heck, like a DTR but with someone you're only just becoming comfortable with. "You can use tú with me" always felt... Weirdly intimate? Like, i am comfortable around you, i consider you a friend. Like what a vulnerable thing to say to a person. (That's probably also just a function of how i was strictly told to use formal address when i was learning. Maybe others don't feel so weird about it?)

And if you aren't going to have a conversation about it and you're just going to switch, how do you know when? If you switch too soon it might feel overly familiar and pushy but if you don't switch soon enough you might seem cold??? It's so interesting.

Anyway. As an English-speaking American (even if i can speak a bit of Spanish), i feel like i just don't have a sense for social distance and hierarchy, really, simply because there isn't really language for it in my mother tongue. The fact that others can be keenly aware of that all the time just because they have words to describe it blows my mind!

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tmblr please do your magic🪄 he is coach in junior high school 📍Krian, Sidoarjo i just “Mashaallah with them” like ahjussi but hes very kawaaii🥺😭😭😭🙂 bimsalabim username ig🛐🛐

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៚ My ID Is You

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YOU ARE AN AHJUSSI IN HIGH SCHOOL AND YOU WANNA BEAT ON PEOPLE?

FACE YOUR BOOKS.

Guys I don't condone violence, especially towards hot fictional men.

BUT HIS EVIL ASS NEEDS TO GET LIT TF UP LIKE YESTERDAY?!

I HAVE NEVER SEEN A BIGGER MENACE.

SAVE THE STREETS OF KOREA AND GET RID OF HIM OMG

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