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readyplayerhobi · 4 years ago

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Flower | 29

; Hoseok x Reader

;Genre: Fluff, slight angst

; Warnings: Discussions of periods and contraception

; Word Count: 4.6k

; Synopsis: You finally decide to take a dip into the world of online dating and find the Flower dating app. One of the top matches for you proves to be a guy who looks to be your complete opposite; tattooed, pierced, a metalhead and oh…incredibly handsome. What happens when you throw caution to the wind and reach out to him?

; A/N: I know it’s taking a long time for me to update this but I hope you enjoy it :D Please reblog if you do and let me know what you think my commenting on this or sending me an ask!

; Flower Masterpost

“Hey, meeps,” You hear Hoseok’s voice calling to you from the end of the aisle, his new nickname for you now gaining its own nickname as well. “If sunflower oil is made from sunflowers, and coconut oil is made from coconuts...then baby oil…”

He trails off, raising his eyebrows and giving you a scandalous look as he holds up a bottle of baby oil. For a moment, you just stare at him blankly before sighing and rolling your eyes in amusement. Taking the bottle from him, you place it back down onto the shelf before linking your arm through his.

Thankfully, he lets you direct him back to the little section they have in this makeup and skincare store that’s fully dedicated to Korean beauty. This is one of those strange stores where they have tons of products that are basically on sale yet also have branded stuff alongside it. Not that you cared though; it had the Korean brands you swore by for your skin and you were more than tempted to try out the Japanese beauty stand next to it.

For someone who isn’t particularly bothered about the whole concept of skincare, though you had managed to convince him to at least improve his routine, Hoseok was being a pretty good boyfriend right now. He hadn’t complained about the half an hour you’d spent perusing the makeup to find new stuff to put into your collection and he still wasn’t complaining as you filled your basket with face masks.

If anything, he’d managed to entertain himself quite well.

But you think he was being good purely because you’d gone with him to a concert last night. It had been for one of his favourite bands, Metallica, and he’d ended up with a spare ticket as Jungkook had ended up ill with food poisoning. He had been about to go on his own, but you hadn’t liked the thought of him being lonely so you’d gone with him.

You’d recognised some of the songs they’d played from whenever Hoseok played them in the car or the house but it hadn’t been your scene. Still, it had been fun enough and you’d more than enjoyed seeing Hoseok happy as he’d rocked out to his beloved band.

It did mean that you were exceptionally tired today though as the two of you hadn’t gotten home from the stadium they’d performed in until after 2 am. That had been the closest performance apparently and you’d been shattered, sleeping until well after 11 am. Hoseok had promised you a day of relaxation, which you’d jumped on by asking him to do a full Korean skincare routine with you tonight.

He’d agreed, and you’d eagerly dragged him out to this store to replenish your supplies. The makeup was just because it was there and you couldn’t resist it. Already you were coming up with ideas for looks in your head that you could create and then put onto your Instagram. Moving places had meant that you hadn’t done many looks lately and you were eager to change that.

Especially now that you had a yard to take nice photos in. Hoseok and you had both been working hard on the weekends and evenings to transform the yard from the overgrown mess it had been into something nice. Nothing too amazing or expensive as it wasn’t your own house but nice enough that it made from some pretty aesthetic photos.

Placing a final bottle of moisturiser in your basket, you smile at Hoseok and hold it up proudly. He just looks at you in amusement for a second before smiling back.

“All done! We can go to pay now.” While you pay for all your new stuff, he goes and waits outside for you. Which you discover means he intently window shops at the video game store, getting that look on his face when he wants to do something.

Feeling that your bladder is a little too full right now, you glance over to where the public restrooms are and move over to Hoseok. “You can go in if you want, I’m going to the restroom so I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

He takes your bag for you like the gentleman he is before disappearing inside, immediately making a beeline for the Playstation 4 section. You have a feeling he might be about to drop some money given how interested he’d been in some of the new games that have been released in the last few months.

Any thoughts of games are wiped from your mind very quickly though when you’re on the toilet. The sight of red staining your underwear has your eyes widening in horror as you realise that your period has decided to make an early appearance. For a moment you simply stare, brow creasing before you reach for your bag and grab your phone.

The period app you use says that you shouldn’t have started for another four days and you curse your body for doing whatever it likes. Scowling at the stain, you attempt to clean it before sighing in defeat, acknowledging that at least you were wearing black jeans today.

Another rummage in your bag causes you to find another problem, this one sending ice water running through your veins. Grabbing it and placing it onto your knees, you visually scan through every space and almost pull out the entire contents before letting out a small sound of despair.

You had no tampons.

Cursing to yourself quietly, you finish up and make do with an almost ridiculously large amount of toilet paper. Rushing out, you wash your hands before moving over to the machine that always had condoms, sanitary pads and tampons.

Only to see the ‘sold out’ sign on both the buttons you need. Groaning quietly, you do a little dance of frustration as you realise there are not even any other women in the restroom for you to ask. Not that you would. As if your social anxiety would allow for that!

So instead you have to slink outside and into the game shop, lip jutting out in a slight pout as you become hyper-aware of yourself. Can other people smell the blood? What if you leak through all the toilet paper and it does somehow show through your jeans?! What if you leak through onto a chair!

Hoseok wanted to get something to eat after this and you were dreading having to sit there for ages. Playing with your fingers nervously, you move over to where he’s crouched in front of the PS4 stand. He already has two game cases in his hand and is reading the back of another one, your bag of goodies on the floor between his feet.

Glancing up at you, he grins brightly before showing the cover of one of the cases he’s got.

“Look! The Spider-Man game is on sale! You want to play this, right?” Absentmindedly, you nod. The back of your mind takes in the fact that he’s also got Divinity: Original Sin 2 in his ‘buy’ hand and the other case he’s considering is the Doom remake. You wish that you could let him browse more but the drug store wasn’t close by and you didn’t want to just abandon him suddenly.

Still, the thought of what was going on down below was overwhelming and you found yourself shaking his shoulder slightly.

“Hey, are you done? Can we go?” Reaching down, you take your bag back and stand back as he rises, the crease between his brows letting you know he’s a little confused as to why you’re suddenly rushing him. He knows full well that there’s nothing important you need to do.

Still, though, he doesn’t question it and instead nods slowly. While he goes and pays for the games he’s buying, you go to wait by the entrance. Wrapping your arms around your waist, you realise that the low ache in your back that you’d had for a day or so was one of those early symptoms you got of your period.

Only you hadn’t thought anything about it. Not when you’d spent a few hours last night stood up. You’d just thought it was because you’d done a lot of work in the yard combined with the concert. Apparently not.

You’re pretty much already walking in the direction of the drug store by the time Hoseok comes out, causing him to have to jog to catch up with you. All you can think about is whether or not walking faster or slower would make things worse.

“Woah, hey, where are we going?” Hoseok asks, matching his speed to yours. You’re just thankful that there are not too many people out shopping today because it would only increase your stress levels if there was a big queue that you had to wait in or something.

“Just, to this store.” Admittedly, you’re not being very open and honest right now. But you’re embarrassed. Hoseok is fully aware of your periods and that they’re very much a thing that happens. They’d become a little more irregular recently as you’d had a copper IUD put in around a month before moving in with him.

Nothing drastic or anything, but then again they were also sometimes longer and a little heavier than you were used to when you were on the pill. It wasn’t exactly something you enjoyed talking about with anyone though; Soyeon and Chungha were pretty open about this kind of stuff but you had always mostly stayed quiet whenever they talked about it.

Which was silly. They were women who fully understood what you were going through and Hoseok understood that it was a monthly event. So it wasn’t like he’d be shocked to find out or anything. If anything, you’d probably done a bit of a bad job in explaining some things to him as you’d always got too shy whenever he’d asked things.

That was bad, you were well aware. But you’d only really got comfortable talking about sexual things with him. You knew that there were guys who thought it was gross that women bled for a week or so. Hoseok had never made those kinds of comments, but still. You were a work in progress.

“We’ve already been in here, why are you dragging me like Jason Voorhees is running after us with a knife?” He whines when you enter the store. You’re not surprised he’s confused because he’s right, you had come in here earlier and picked up what you needed. Still, though, he follows close by.

“I thought we didn’t need anything else.” Comes from him next, his lip pouting and you get the sense that he wanted to spend more time in the game store. A rush of guilt and shame washes over you, causing you to grip his hand even tighter as you shuffle awkwardly in place for a moment.

Finally in the store though, you realise just how silly you’re being with him. It’s not like he’s going to get outraged or upset. And you’re sure he’d have been much more willing to come along if he hadn’t been dragged along half the street with no idea what was happening.

Leaning into him, you cough slightly before swallowing as you feel yourself go hot with anxiety.

“My period started.” You whisper, keeping the words quiet enough so that he can hear them without having anyone else overhear. Though the rational part of your mind knew that you shouldn’t give a flying fuck what anyone else thought. It was a natural, bodily function and all that.

Your mind has never quite done things rationally though.

Hoseok has heard you though, you can tell by the way his head tilts to the side ever so slightly. But his expression is blank for a moment before his brow creases in obvious confusion, lips pursing as he contemplates what you’ve just told him.

“Okay...so why are we here?” Annnnd there it is. That famed male obliviousness to female problems. You couldn’t get annoyed at him though, not when he was good with you on everything else. He was cute.

“It’s early? And I have nothing to use. So I need to buy some.” His face changes immediately when he understands finally, mouth curving into an ‘o’ shape as he lets out a noise of recognition. It then contorts into worry for you, his eyes glancing down to your crotch area with wide eyes.

“Wait, so that means you’re...just…” He creates a rushing gesture with his hands, imitating a waterfall as he makes a ‘whoosh’ noise with his mouth. It’s a little too loud for your liking and you hiss at him, poking at his stomach before quickly pulling him over to the menstrual health aisle.

“I’ve used some toilet paper but it probably won’t last. It’s come on pretty hard and fast today. Please don’t laugh.” You beg him and his face sobers immediately, eyes darting over your own as he takes in your distressed appearance. Licking at his lips, he inhales deeply before nodding.

“Okay, you use tampons, right? So like...which ones? You never keep the box.” Automatically he starts to look over all the boxes of tampons; staring at the brands, types and absorption levels like he’s reading signs in Mandarin or something. It makes you want to laugh, despite the situation.

You appreciate his eagerness to help though, even when he points at random boxes with absolutely zero knowledge of what it was.

“What’s the difference in the brands? Is there a difference? Or is it like...when you buy those store brand biscuits and realise they taste the same as the branded biscuits only to find out that they’re made in the same factory and just relabelled?” That makes you snort with amusement, particularly as he’s now holding up a box of Tampax and a store brand to try and see the difference.

He’s not finished yet though, and even though you still feel the urgency to just grab some and run, you can’t help but let him entertain you. Because that’s what he’s doing. You’re not oblivious, you’ve realised over time that if you’re feeling anxious or uncomfortable or shy, Hoseok will often use humour to distract you away from your negativity.

It’s nice, which is why you let him carry on for a minute or so more.

“What are the drops for? And what’s the difference between regular and super? I mean, I think you’re pretty super but is this like...super big or something? Wait, is this plastic?! How does it absorb blood if it’s plastic?” Rolling your eyes at him, you bite your lip to stop the laughter that wants to escape before reaching past him to grab the box you usually buy.

Lifting it, you decide for a quick crash course in tampons. As your boyfriend, you never know when you might need him to run out to the store for some and the last thing you need is him bringing the entirely wrong type back.

“I use Tampax, purely cos it’s just the brand I’ve always used and I’m familiar with it. Super and regular are like the absorption so you’d use a super for the first few days when a period is heaviest. Hence why I’m getting these. The drops are the absorption rating too basically and it’s not plastic, that’s just the applicator that makes it easier to insert.” You say it all pretty quickly, but quietly enough that only he hears.

Not that there’s any need, the store is loud enough that your conversation can’t be overheard and on top of that, there’s no one in this aisle anyway. But Hoseok nods thoughtfully, scanning the front of the box carefully.

“When we get home, I think I need a crash course in periods because I’m feeling pretty useless and dumb right now.” Laughing, you lean up to kiss his cheek quickly before heading in the direction of the cashiers.

“We can do that for you. It’s better to be educated after all. This is where I find out that you have this bizarre knowledge that is unbelievably wrong and I cringe.” Hoseok doesn’t answer back to that, causing you to look back and chuckle at his meek shrug and wince.

“What can I say? I’ve never had a girlfriend long enough to learn and education in high school was terrible. I’m not even gonna try to defend myself.” Humming lightly, you grin at him as you pay before heading out of the store. Looking in the direction of the toilets, you twist your lips as you consider your options.

“You want to eat at that place, right?” You ask, nodding your head towards the Japanese place that was down the opposite end of the street. Hoseok looks that way and nods, confirming his desire to you. Already you can feel your stomach rumble as you imagine the delicious food.

“Okay, we’ll just go there and I’ll go straight to the restroom in there. Come on.” Reaching you, you take his hand and smile up at him, your walk not so hurried now compared to before. Not that you aren’t completely aware of the fact that you’re free bleeding from your vagina right now, but walking faster might just aggravate it more.

You had what you needed, so now you could relax a little more.

“Why are there so many steps in this? Don’t you get bored?” Hoseok mumbles, his words a little slurred due to the fact you’re rubbing serum into his cheeks. He’s already been here for ages in the bathroom as you’d used a cleanser to clean his face before exfoliating and then using toner on some cotton pads.

You could tell that he was amused by the whole situation, even though he’d seen you do this many times before. But it was different experiencing it for himself you supposed. Still, he looked so adorable and you cooed to him, squishing his cheeks even more in amusement.

“No. It’s relaxing. You’re supposed to relax.” That makes him scowl, the expression not nearly as intense as he was going for given you’ve got his lips in the cutest pout. Still, you’re finished with that part so you let him go, laughing as he runs his fingers over his skin.

“I’m not relaxed. More...manhandled.” Scoffing, you roll your eyes as you get to work rubbing the serum you need into your skin, focusing on your eyes. The dark circles beneath them were far too...well dark for your liking.

“Okay, how’s your skin lately? Dry? Oily?” Frowning at you, he twists his lips as he considers your question. He’s been taking better care of his skin than he had been before dating you, but you knew that he still didn’t care that much. Surprisingly though, he has an answer for you.

“Dry?” Nodding to yourself, you reach through your box of face masks and pull out a moisturising one. Handing it over to him, you take your own and rip it open, pulling out the mask and carefully putting it on. Hoseok watches you intently before opening up his mask, his face immediately twisting into a cringe.

“Ewwww, oh my god. Why is it so slimy?!” He whines, holding it over the sink like it’s some monster that might kill him. With the mask on your face, you can’t laugh properly like you want to.

“Stop being a baby and put it on.” With a little more whining, he does so, lining it up and putting it onto his face. What follows is then complaints that it’s also cold and feels weird, causing you to roll your eyes at him once more as you help to smooth out any creases in it.

“Right, we’ve got to keep this on for twenty minutes so let’s go watch some Netflix,” Looking over him, you take in how he still manages to look handsome even with a white sheet mask on. “It’s not fair that you always look so good. Honestly.”

Hoseok just shrugs before licking his lips, his reaction immediate as he registers the foul taste. “Oh fuck me, what the fuck. This tastes fucking vile!”

“...you’re not meant to eat it, babe, they don’t make it for the taste.” He washes his hands in the sink to get rid of the remaining residue before following you out to the couch in the living room, Netflix still paused on the large television screen. Kasumi is curled up on her cat tree, fluffy body small as she sleeps quietly.

For around ten minutes, neither of you speak as you continue to watch Warrior Nun. It’s surprisingly got both your attention hooked, so you’re a little surprised when Hoseok suddenly speaks up and distracts you.

“Hey...I know this is a weird time to talk about this but after your whole period thing today it reminded me. So, I’ve been thinking lately. You definitely don’t want kids...right?” He looks at you and you get the impression he would raise his brow if he could. When you nod in response, he blows out a breath slowly.

“Okay...how would you feel if I said I wanted to get a vasectomy? I mean, I know you’ve said you don’t want kids but there’s always a chance that you might and a vasectomy is pretty final. Despite what people say.” Now it’s your for your expression to be mostly hidden by your face mask, your eyes widening until your eyelashes are uncomfortably touching the edges of the holes.

“You want that? I thought guys normally got all weirded out at that prospect. And I don’t want kids, ever. Full stop. Are you sure?” Of all the things you were going to be discussing tonight, you did not expect it to be this. It’s almost amusing that Hoseok has decided right now is the time for something so serious, when you both look so silly.

“I do. I just...I don’t want to risk a pregnancy and I know you’re scared of that too. Also, it’d put less stress on you, I know most birth control is usually aimed at women except for condoms and it’s a lot easier for me to get a vasectomy than for you to get anything done.” That makes you snort in acknowledgement, shifting on the couch until you pull your leg up and wrap your arms around it.

“Yeah, because god forbid a woman not want to fulfil her natural duty and pop out a kid, right?”

“I’ve been looking into it, I’m pretty sure I could get one. If not, I’ll just talk the doctor’s ear off until they let me. Because it’s gonna happen. It’s way easier and less stressful than anything you have to do.” His dual concern for not wanting to cause an accidental pregnancy that neither of you wanted along with not wanting the burden to fall too heavily on you warms you, causing you to reach out and grasp his hand tightly as you squeeze at it.

“Is it easy? Or quick?”

“Apparently. Some guys say it doesn’t hurt at all, others said it hurts. But...I’m pretty sure I want it. I just wanted to check with you that you’d be okay with the idea too. As I said, it’s final.” Hoseok smiles at you as best he can, causing you to shuffle a little closer to him. You’d like to rest your head against his shoulder but you’d just get it covered in face mask gunk.

“I mean, it’s your body. It doesn’t have anything to do with me.” Pointing this out to him, you look up and tilt your head, your statement almost a question.

It makes him sigh and focus on your hands, shifting them until he could interlink his fingers with your own. You let him do so, figuring he should probably be taking the lead in this conversation. It is about him after all.

“We’re in a relationship. A serious relationship and this decision would affect both of us. It’s cutting off the chance for biological kids, despite people saying you might be able to reverse it. I feel you should have a say too.” Nodding slowly, you hum lightly as you consider his words carefully.

“Well, if you want it then I’ll support you completely. I never want children so you don’t have to worry about that. It’s your decision, but I just want to make sure you think it over properly and do research, okay? Don’t go rushing into it.” That makes him snort in amusement.

“Meeps, if there’s one thing you should know by now; it’s that men do not take decisions regarding their dick and balls lightly. You can be damn sure I’m going to be 100% in my decision if I’m going to let someone come near my balls with a scalpel or somet.” The way he says this is so matter of fact that you can’t help but laugh, the sound not as big or bright as you’d like it to be given you still had your mask on.

“Man, I can’t believe I’m talking about someone knifing my balls while I’m sitting here looking like a dollar store Michael Myers.” Hoseok points at himself, his bemusement clearly obvious despite his poor Halloween costume and you giggle softly.

Reaching out, you run your fingers through his hair that’s currently being held back by a bandana and smile at him softly. “Come on, let’s go get these off and start looking human again.”

Hoseok follows you immediately, already peeling the face mask off and making casual comments about how the mask isn’t as slimy as it had once been. You take off your own and drop it into the small bin in the bathroom, making sure that he does the same.

“Okay, rub it in and pat it dry. Make sure you get the excess to go on your throat and stuff, it’s good for your skin there too.” Hoseok looks in the mirror, his face shining obscenely from the residue leftover and grimaces.

“Ew, this feels...gross,” One hand presses to his skin, rubbing it in and cringing. “Is this what it feels like when I cum on your face?”

The comment is so random that you pause for a moment, all thoughts disappearing as you comprehend what he’s just said. A glance at him makes you realise he’s being completely serious, his expression focused on rubbing his face as you’d told him. It’s moments like this that make you love him even more, the blasé comments he makes that are so funny and yet also x-rated.

“No...not really. That’s more...well it’s not all over, you know? And it’s thicker than this. And I don’t know why I’m explaining this to you. You know what your cum feels like.” A snort from him gives away his bemusement.

“Yeah, but I’ve never smeared it all over my face before.”

“Maybe you should. Experience it for yourself for once. It’s not all that good for you by the way, despite what people say. It has protein but it’s not enough to make it worthwhile or anything, so don’t think I’m going to be asking you for your special facials anytime soon.” Looking away from him, you grab the next item on your routine before looking at him with a smirk.

“Damn, there goes my plan to be self-sufficient. Could’ve made a whole organic spa thing out of it.”

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ddixons-angel · 5 years ago

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Fated: Season 3

Summary: Gloria Rhee narrowly escapes Atlanta with her brother as the outbreak reaches the city. Luckily, they find a camp outside the city and together, they fend through encounters with the living and undead.

Starts a little before Season 1 and then follows the main storyline of the show.

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Glenn Sister!OC

Warnings: major TWD spoilers, language, violence (the typical TWD stuff), attempted sexual assault

A/N: So it’s finally Friday! I see a lot of people weren’t too pleased with the cliff hanger hahaha well here it is, the next part of it! I hope it’s up to par for all of your patience!

Chapter 4

Back in Cell Block C, the survivor’s block, Rick and the others have returned from their task of burning the walker bodies. Daryl was fidgeting with his crossbow on one of the tables in the main area while Rick went to check on Lori and Carl.

“Where’s Gloria?” Glenn asks anyone who knows the answer as he looks around, worried since he doesn’t see his sister anywhere.

“She told me she was going to patrol outside, you didn’t see her?” Beth told him, sitting at the other table with Maggie.

Glenn shakes his head, “I didn’t...”

Suddenly, Daryl instinctively picks up his crossbow and aims it at the dark corridor that leads to Cell Block D as he hears quick-paced footsteps . A blonde, bearded man quickly emerges from the corridor but stops in his tracks as he sees Daryl holding the weapon up to him.

“Woah woah! Don’t shoot! Please!” he pleads as he holds his hands up, surrendering.

“Gimme one good reason not to!” Daryl shouts at him, his voice brings Rick out from the cell block.

Once he sees the man in their area, Rick pulls his gun from its holster, “I thought I told you to stay away from my people!”

“I-I know! But I had to come to you! Tomas, h-he took one of yours.” he stutters, afraid for his life, “t-the pretty Asian lady.”

His words triggered Glenn to bolt towards him, grabbing him by the collar, “Where is she?!”

“B-back at our cell block!” he tells them quickly.

Glenn pushes the man out of the way and dashes through the corridor with Rick, Daryl, and the blonde man following him. As they get closer to the cell block, they can hear Gloria screaming and cursing at her captor.

“Stop! You asshole! Fuck you!” Gloria screams and cries, continuing to thrash under Tomas.

“Shut up, you bitch!” Tomas slaps her hard across the face.

“Hey hey-hey stop! Stay back!” a voice calls outside the cell, but assuming it’s just his friends arguing with each other, Tomas ignores it.

He growls lowly in Gloria’s ear, “still doubting the kind of man I am?!” he rips off Gloria’s shirt in one swift movement, causing her to scream for him to stop, tears streaming from her eyes.

A gunshot rings from the cell block, catching Tomas’s attention then he’s thrown to the ground as Daryl proceeds to beat his face, lashing out his fury on him. Rick chases the man with the gun down the cell block and Glenn rushes into the cell, pulling Gloria up to hold her but she screams again, still caught in the trauma and thinking Tomas is back to terrorize her. She struggles and pushes him away, but Glenn doesn’t give up.

“Gloria! Gloria, it’s me! It’s big brother, it’s Glenn!” he says as he holds her tight, saying the endearment she likes to tease him with in Korean.

Gloria’s vision returns to normal, the visual of Tomas turns into Glenn as her mind warps back to reality. She starts crying, sobbing from the trauma and relief that she’s now safe with her brother.

“Glenn...” she whimpers as she cries into his chest.

He pulls away from her and takes off his sweater then wraps it tightly around her, wanting to make her feel more secure. He looks over to Tomas’s now dead body, his face bloody and disfigured from Daryl’s beatings. Glenn looks at the man’s corpse in disgust, feeling absolutely no remorse for him. Daryl’s sitting on the ground, heaving from his lashing out.

He turns to look at Glenn and Gloria, “she okay?”

Glenn nods, “I think we should get her out of this damn cell though.”

Daryl nods and gets up from the ground and heads for the door of the cell, waiting for Glenn to help Gloria stand. They escort her out of the cell where Oscar is still standing, looking at Gloria, regretful that he couldn’t help her more. Seeing him triggered more anger within Daryl and he started to make his way to the man when Gloria reached out to grab his arm, stopping him.

“Oscar tried to help... he tried to stop him.” she says in a frail voice.

“Ya tried?” Daryl glares at the man, “well, why didn’t ya try harder?!”

“Andrew was holdin’ me and Axel at gunpoint man, I had to distract them so Axel could go get you guys, I had no choice, man.”

“Just leave it, Daryl.” she says, almost pleading, she just wanted to get out of this cell block.

Daryl looks back at her and his expression softens, “okay, let’s go.”

The boys walk her back through the corridor to the main area where the others are waiting anxiously for their return. Maggie and Carol gasp silently when they see the shape Gloria is in; her hair was a mess, clothes torn, lip split and bleeding, Gloria just wanted to hide. She lowered her head once she saw them looking at her, letting her hair fall to hide her face. She was humiliated, embarrassed, ashamed, and afraid, she just wanted to be left alone.

“Gloria...” Carol calls out to her.

Feeling tears well up in her eyes again, she lets out a sob as she pushes Glenn away and runs into the cell block, up the stairs and into her own cell, slamming the gate shut. Glenn tears up as he watches her run away, he was angry and hurting for what happened to her. He punches the table in anger and frustration, Maggie watches him with a worried expression, not knowing what to say to help him feel better. Later on, Rick had returned from the corridor as well.

“I chased that asshole down, led him into a part of the prison that’s full of walkers, he’s as good as dead.” Rick tells them, bitterness dripping from his voice.

“I killed that prick, beat his face in.” Daryl says, still angry from the situation as if killing him wasn’t enough.

“I saw that...” he then looks at Glenn and softens his voice, “how is she?”

Glenn sighs and shakes his head, “she locked herself up in her cell, not talking to anyone.”

Rick sighs at this then pats Glenn’s shoulder, “give her some time and space, she’ll be okay.”

Hours had passed as Gloria sat on the edge of the bed in her cell. She’d been trying to calm herself down, trying to forget what happened, but the memory was just too fresh for her to stop thinking about it. It was dark in the prison now, the moon peeking through the windows being their only light source as everyone had gone to bed. Realizing how late it actually was, Gloria decided she should sleep. She lets out a sigh and lies down on the bed, closing her eyes only to open them again as she sees Tomas towering over her. She gasps loudly for air and sits back up, looking around but sees no one; that’s when she realizes that her cell looked exactly the same as the other. She couldn’t stay in there. Getting up, she runs to the gate and opens it hastily, stumbling onto the railing that overlooked the lower level of the cell block. Gloria holds onto the railing, breathing heavily with her eyes closed shut, her knuckles turning white from how hard she’s holding onto the railing.

“Hey.” a voice calls out to her.

Gloria gasps in fear and flinches, not knowing that there was someone else there with her. She looks at the person in front of her like a deer in headlights. She calms down a little when she sees that it’s Daryl.

“Sorry...” he says, feeling bad that he ended up scaring her.

She shakes her head, “No... I’m sorry for reacting like that... I usually don’t scare that easy...”

Daryl purses his lips together, “Ya can’t sleep?”

She nods at that, “I can’t be in there, in any of these cells. They’re all... too similar... too suffocating. I just... I can’t stay in there.”

“Ya gotta sleep though.” Daryl tells her.

“I can’t!” Gloria chokes out a small sob, hating how weak she was at this moment.

Without saying another word, Daryl carefully and slowly reaches out to her, taking her hand. He’s relieved that she didn’t flinch at his touch then guides her to the bed on the perch. He ushers her to lay down on the bed while he sits on the ground by her side.

“Ya gotta sleep.” Daryl repeats his words from earlier.

Gloria looks up at Daryl, her eyes still wet with tears from trauma and fear. Daryl reaches out and gently caresses her face.

“I’ll make sure nothin’ like that happens to ya ever again, I’ll protect ya.” he says in a soft voice.

A small smile makes its way to her lips, “are you just going to watch over me as I sleep?”

“Ya wan’ me to?” he asks back, giving her a side smile.

She shakes her head, “that’s just creepy.”

Daryl chuckles at her, deep down he’s happy that she’s talking to him like she was. He hated what happened to her today and the very thought of it made his blood boil. It soothed his heart when he saw her finally able to calm down and joke with him, her small smile warmed him and if he hadn't already, he would have made it his life's mission to protect her. She had finally been able to drift off to sleep while holding his hand. Her peaceful face, however, didn't last very long. Gloria soon started to whimper and shift in her sleep.

"No.. Please don't..." she cries softly.

Daryl was not a stranger to this, she was having a nightmare, most likely reliving the events of the day. He slides into bed with her, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close to him.

"Shh.. 's okay, you're okay." he whispers softly into her ear.

Her cries and whimper soon come to an end, her shaking body stills as her hand grabs onto Daryl's shirt. Gloria is still asleep as she snuggles into his chest, her breathing slows to a calm pace. She's finally able to feel safe as she sleeps in Daryl's arms.

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Next Chapter

And there you have it! I hope it was worth the wait! I felt like something like this was necessary mainly so I can get Gloria to sleep on the perch with Daryl just because she’s too stubborn to ask him directly hahaha my plans worked :P Let me know what you thought of this!

In regards to everything that’s happening though, I really want to say I hope everyone stays safe and healthy, please don’t panic, we will get through this!

And as always, I would really appreciate any comments left for me! I’ll be replying to any comments in a new post because this is a sideblog!

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ardentprose · 5 years ago

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Chapter 3 - Not Like That

Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Panic Attack

Remind me to never start posting a story before it’s finished aha. Nevertheless, I know where the story is going. It’s just getting the right words out. Thanks for your patience and enjoy chapter 3 ;)

“Yoongi wake up! It’s snowing!” You are craning to look at the sky over the steering wheel when your voice brings him back from subconsciousness.

With a stretch and a yawn Yoongi sits up, removing his feet from the dashboard. He must have put them up there when he slept. His legs were stiff.

Yoongi surveys the road in front of him and despite himself a small bud of excitement blooms in his chest at the sight of white flurries covering the windshield.

“Cool. Snow.” He mutters, clearing his throat from sleep. You spare a glance at him, slowing down as the road becomes clouded with billions of snowflakes.

“Yeah, I hope we’ll have snow today. It reminds me of my childhood. Every year it would snow we would run outside and make a snowman. And we called him Firsty like Frosty because he was the first snowman of the year.” You explain.

Yooogi meets your smile with his own.

I did not understand a word she said.

“Korean please.” He rubs his eyes with a yawn.

Your smile grows and you coo under your breath. Yoongi catches it and turns his red face away, coughing slightly.

“We make snowmen on Thanksgiving.” You explain slowly as you find the right words. Yoongi nods in encouragement and understanding.

“You named him Frosty?” Yoongi asks.

“Firsty. Like Frosty but first.” You laugh. Yoongi pulls a confused face. One that makes you laugh harder.

“Like thirsty. Thirsty snow man.” Yoongi prompts. You throw your head back, cackling at him.

“What?! What does thirsty snow man even mean, Yoon?”

The nickname slips out but it’s enough to make Yoongi’s breath catch. You’ve never called him that before. He watches your eyes crinkling and your lips pulled over your teeth as you giggle. He can’t help but want to reach across the console and kiss your squished cheek.

Woah. Where did that come from?

He chances a second look at you and once again his heart warms, sending a smile unheeded to his lips. You’re singing along to the radio and harmonizing at perfect pitch. You bob your head back and forth with the beat and it’s not until the song ends that you look over and spot Yoongi staring.

Blinking rapidly and clearing his throat he drops his head, pretending to search for his phone.

“Yoongi, are you excited to meet my family?” You ask.

He finds his phone buried under a bag of chips and unlocks it to swipe uselessly around his home screen.

“Yes.” He says eventually.

“You hesitated.” You tease, but Yoongi can only offer a wavering smile in return. What was he supposed to think? This was his first time in a foreign family’s home with the girl as of late he had trouble meeting eyes with.

“I...I am ‘cited.” Yoongi tries again but the tone falls flat. He awaits your gaze and you look over at him as soon as you hit a red light.

“Yoongi, are you okay? You do still want to spend Thanksgiving with me right?”

“Yes.” He answers almost too quickly. He nods for emphasis but you still look worried.

Crap, he doesn’t want to upset you or offend you. Yoongi shifts in his seat, his eyes searching for the right words.

“I-I’m not...a good...people person.” He says, fingertips tapping his chest.

“That’s alright, Yoongi. My family are really kind.” You insist. Yoongi can feel the blush on his cheeks and it makes him frown.

Since when was he so bashful around you? Or confessing that he was terrified of people - which was part of the reason he kept up such a cold front. He wasn’t an asshole - okay, sometimes he was - he was scared. He didn’t know what to say or what words to even use to convey how he felt. It took him two weeks to order a simple coffee without help. Albeit he had come far, but going to meet his friend….no best friend’s family, was taking a huge step.

But getting to know you and your kind demeanor, your parents must have some similar qualities in order to raise such a sweet girl. With that thought in mind, Yoongi takes a deep breath.

“Oh my word, this is my street!” You exclaim turning the wheel under your hands. Yoongi exhales a rush of air at your exclamation and inhales again.

His phone beeps. He glances down to see he’s clenching the device in a death grip.

The car slows before a decently sized home, not grandiose, but still welcoming with a few Thanksgiving decorations on the porch.

You squeal, turning into the driveway and pulling up beside what he assumes is your parents’ car.

Yoongi closes his eyes, hearing you turn the key and pull it from the ignition as if you were pulling his heart out.

“Yoongi.” You call softly but it’s your hand on his arm that makes him jump. He lifts his head up and sees you looking at him so tenderly that he finds his breathing slowing down.

“You ready?” You grin, excitement shining in your eyes. Yoongi nods, knowing if you’re with him there’s no reason to be afraid.

- “Y/N! It’s about time you got here!” Your mother proclaims before you even cross the threshold. Yoongi cringes at the sound of your parents loud welcome, every little sound making him skittish. He cowers behind your frame which has him almost doubled over as you guys enter the home. You abandon him as his wall to embrace your mother and then your father.

“Hey, princess!” Your dad chuckles, squeezing you into his chest. Yoongi furrows his brow, a small smile on his face. You are the spitting image of your dad - but much prettier.

“And who is this young man?” Before Yoongi can process the question your mother is pulling him into a hug, luggage and all. Your mother pulls back and squeezes his shoulders.

“What’s your name?”

“Y-Yoongi. Min Yoongi.” He bows his head before his wide eyes open even more.

They don’t do that here. He kicks himself in the head when your mother laughs.

“Min Yoongi. You’re a handsome boy, aren’t you.” Your mother smirks to which Yoongi can only stutter a nod.

“Mom, let him go.” You say returning to his side in order to take your suitcase from his grip.

“You Korean?” Your dad asks next which catches Yoongi off guard.

“You can tell?” Yoongi shakes his head. “Yes. I am.”

“Ah, I knew it. We had one of you a few years back when Y/N was in high school.”

“Dad!” You grit. “Don’t say that.”

Yoongi swallows, trying to take the scene in. While you looked like your father, you certainly reminded him of your mother. Your mom immediately grabs onto Yoongi and leads him further into your home, similar to how you like to grab his arm, leading him places if he couldn’t understand fast enough where you wanted him to go.

It’s through the entry way and into the living room Yoongi is led, being told to drop his things at the bottom of the stairway so that he can follow your mother into the kitchen.

“Yoongi, do you like fruit salads?” Your mother asks.

Glancing over his shoulder, he can hear you speaking lowly to your dad in the living room. Being alone, he’s left with no choice but to slowly nod.

“I like fruit.”

“Okay then! Do you want to help me cut up some for dessert tonight?”

“Yes.” He says, nodding. He has the feeling his own mother would smack him upside the head if he said no.

Your mother flicks her chin towards the sink. “Wash your hands there and then come over to the table. I’ll set you up with some fruit.”

With that she leaves the room towards a large oak table Yoongi can spot from where he’s standing. Taking a breath, he walks over to the sink, scrubbing his hands briskly and taking the time to look at his surroundings.

The rooms are simple, nothing absurdly colored or expensive. An inviting palette of cool blues and greys with hints of green and orange create an inviting atmosphere. Due to the season, the kitchen, a white ensemble with silver appliances, currently lay beneath a disarray of platters. Chopping boards, mixing bowls, and pans are on every counter available. The oven radiates heat releasing thick spices that has Yoongi’s stomach growling.

Yoongi turns the handle with a squeak and finds a dishtowel hanging on the oven door to dry his hands with. In the dining room, your mother has set up a little fruit-cutting station consisting of a cutting board, knife, and two bowls. One full of uncut fruit and the other empty and ready.

“Be careful with this knife now. Go slowly. There’s no rush.” Your mother explains and steps to the side to allow Yoongi to approach the table.

Yoongi picks up the knife and a strawberry. He nods, English words alluding him for the sake of trying to keep his shit together.

“When you run out of fruit, let me know.” Another nod.

Thankfully, your mother leaves him to it and Yoongi begins chopping as slowly as possible. By the time he’s on his tenth strawberry he finds his rhythm, chopping faster as he grows more relaxed in the new environment.

With the simple motion of chopping one fruit after another, his breathing returns to normal and he feels a little less airheaded.

“She already has you working for her? I’m not surprised.” Yoongi looks up to see you craning your head into the dining room with an adorable grin.

“If you want to stop let me know.” You cross your arms, leaning against the door frame. Yoongi’s eyes scan your form before dropping back to the cutting board.

“No, I like this. It’s easy.”

“Alright. But still, let me know.”

“Go. Spend time with your parents.”

“Yah, you kicking me out?” Yoongi stops and levels his gaze with you. He lifts his eyebrow at your defiant tone.

“Yeah,” He replies in a guttural tone. “I am.” Yoongi flicks his chin toward the entryway. You wrinkle your nose and stick your tongue out. Yoongi tsks at your immaturity. Then he sticks his tongue out as soon as you turn away.

Your soft giggles carry into the next room as your mother asks what’s so funny and you tell her nothing. The conversation turns to how your semester is going and Yoongi tunes the rest out, resuming his focus on cutting a banana.

Yoongi empties the bowl of fruit, having chopped a range of strawberries, bananas, blueberries, and oranges. However, there’s a disproportionate amount of the assorted fruit to oranges.

Mustering his courage, he shuffles into the kitchen with the cut fruit bowl in his hands.

Both you and your mother stop talking and glance at Yoongi, who stands there with wide eyes and pink cheeks.

“Yes, Yoongi?” You call softly as if he’s a skittish deer - which isn’t completely wrong.

“Orangeu.” He holds the bowl out in front of him and nods once. “More orangeu p-please.”

“Of course.” Your mother moves first, taking the bowl from Yoongi’s hands. “Thank you. I’ll get you some more.”

Yoongi wipes his hands on his jeans and looks at you. You’re staring at him with an endearingly soft smile.

He raises a brow at your warm expression. You come back to earth, shaking your head with a smile that only confuses him further. Letting it go, he takes the new bowl of oranges from your mother and bows.

“You don’t have to do that.” You mutter. Yoongi narrows his eyes at you, aware of your mother’s presence in the room.

“At least I’m helping.” He shoots back. You reach out to smack him and he dodges, giggling at how you missed.

“Since when do you speak Korean?” Your mother asks you. Yoongi sets the bowl on the table and tries his best not to eavesdrop. But seeing as there is no door connecting the dining room and kitchen he can’t help but listen in.

“Yoongi’s teaching me.”

“Oh is he now?” There’s an edge to your mother’s tone that he doesn’t like. The pit of his stomach curls and he curses himself for eavesdropping in the first place.

“Yeah. It’s going great, Mom.”

“Really?”

“Yes.” You drag the sentence out and a hiss that sounds like a can of soda accompanies your words. “I’m teaching him English too. So it’s fair.”

“As long as it’s fair.” Your mom quips before silence falls over the three of you.

The second round of fruit-cutting goes much faster and Yoongi is on the last orange when the doorbell rings. His mindless task shatters with the sound of unfamiliar voices laughing in the entryway.

“They’re here!” You shout across the home, sending Yoongi’s heart thrumming.

Putting down the knife, Yoongi clenches his already trembling fingers.

It’s okay. I can do this. Y/N told you they’re all nice. He creeps from the quiet dining room into your unknown house, searching for you on instinct.

Following the sound of voices in the hall, he rounds the corner just as you release what he assumes is an uncle from a hug. Silent as a mouse he slips to your side, eyeing all the newcomers with what he hopes is a non-threatening expression.

“Yoongi, this is my Aunt Gigi and Uncle Sam.” You introduce. Yoongi nods, then kicks himself in the head for nodding again. He offers his hand.

“N-nice to meet you.” He says, his low voice coming out raspier than he likes.

“Oh, you’re a new face. Who are you?” Aunt Gigi grips his hand instead of letting it go. A quick glance your way makes it seem like this is normal so Yoongi keeps his hand in hers and offers a smile.

“Min Yoongi.”

“Pardon me for asking, but why are you here with Y/N? Are you an exchange student?”

“Oh, he doesn’t live here.” You interject.

“Together.” Yoongi explains. You whip your head to him as your aunt and uncle balk. Your aunt drops Yoongi’s hand.

“Really? I never would have guessed.” Your uncle Sam chuckles. “That’s cute.”

“Oh, um..well-” You stutter, meeting Yoongi’s eyes. He doesn’t mimic your troubled expression however, frowning at you in confusion.

“Not...together?” He asks you softly as your aunt and uncle turn your way.

“No, we are!” You reassure him then turn to your family. “But not in that way.”

“Oh, I see.” Your aunt and uncle stare at Yoongi as if waiting for this confirmation. Yoongi nods slowly, not lifting his head once it reaches the ground.

“Not in that way.” Yoongi says under his breath as the conversation continues on without him. He swallows. Something about the way you said those words makes his chest twist in discomfort.

But there’s little time to consider it as more people pour in through the door and Yoongi finds his heart accelerating with each new face. It isn’t until your arm brushes his and the wall presses against his back that he realizes how close he’s gotten to your side.

“Yoongi, this is my Aunt Sandra and Uncle Trevor.” You say to the new faces that appear.

“Hello.” Yoongi offers his hand and prays your entire family isn’t one to hold hands like Aunt Gigi, rather than shake and drop them. His palms are clammy and he doesn’t want your family to think you brought home some male degenerate from college. He’s wearing his best black tee and flannel for this occasion but he doesn’t know if it’s enough.

“Hey! Yoon Gee, was it?” Your uncle, thankfully, shakes his hand promptly.

“Yoongi.” You say for him, smiling tightly. “It’s-”

“Chinese! No, Korean, right?” Yoongi nods wondering what kind of game this was to guess his ethnicity. Whenever he met someone new who wasn’t like him, they immediately tried to guess where his mother gave birth to him. Apparently, it amuses your family, too. He doesn’t want to ask you though, in case you’re offended by him calling out your family.

A blur of names goes in one ear and out the other. Yoongi introduces himself what feels like a dozen times, receiving a dozen reactions on his presence in your home. Most of your family was pleasantly surprised, but there was some underlying tension he couldn’t put his finger on. No one was hostile towards him, but they couldn’t stop staring at him.

Yoongi does his best to ignore the side-eyes and wary glances for your sake. Crowds are not his thing and your family is enough to count as a small gathering. You are basking in it all, laughing and kissing cheeks and hugging relatives as if you would never see them again. Love and excitement are beaming like a halo around your face and it’s this image he keeps in his head while following you around the room with a beating heart.

But then, as the greetings die out and people have caught up on the latest family gossip, more and more eyes turn to Yoongi. Several people, names and relations he’s already forgotten, come back around and ask Yoongi all sorts of questions.

“What are you studying in school?”

“How long have you known Y/N?”

“How did you meet?”

“Isn’t Y/N such a sweet girl?” To this at least Yoongi could nod as soon as he understood the question.

But the questions keep coming and everyone speaks English so fast Yoongi’s temples are throbbing from trying to translate quickly enough.

“What do your parents think of you being here all alone?”

The question hits him like a stone wall. Yoongi blinks. His mouth parts, trying to find the right words. Thoughts of his mom’s smile and home cooking flash through his mind. Memories of his dad taking him on fishing trips come to the surface.

“Th-They…” Yoongi exhales, trying to keep his emotions at bay but the question is triggering. Here he is surrounded by unfamiliar faces demanding answers in a foreign language he can’t keep up with in a country he barely recognizes to his own.

Just say something! His thoughts scream but he can’t think. Not one English word comes to mind as he chews on his lip. You smile encouragingly, but your eyes on him aren’t helping. Nor are the eyes of those gathered around him in this small living room, all waiting for an answer he can’t give.

I can’t. I can’t do this anymore. Yoongi grits his teeth and looks at you, knowing he must look pathetic as his hand darts out and grasps your sleeve.

Recognition flickers in your eyes and you break the awkward silence, answering his question.

“Yoongi’s parents miss him but he’s always checking in with them.” You slip your hand into his as Yoongi stares at his feet, trying to remember how to breathe and blinking away harsh tears at the thought of his parents.

How pathetic. His mind berates. You’re a grown man about to cry because of a stupid question-

“In fact, we’re going to check in with them now.” You say and squeeze Yoongi’s hand, breaking him from his spiral of self-hatred.

You take several steps away from the group and tug on his arm. “We’ll be back in a second!”

Weaving through people and around corners, you guide him up a set of stairs. Yoongi follows you numbly, gripping your hand in his own for dear life, trying to break the dissociation flooding him.

You open a door to a bedroom and drag him in, shutting it.

“Yoongi. Yoongi look at me.”

His heart beat thunders in his ears. He swallows harshly and releases a gasp.

“Are you alright?” Your eyes trace all over his face, worry creasing your brow. Your hands run up his biceps, squeezing his shoulders tightly.

“I’m-I’m sorry.” He gasps.

“Don’t apologize Yoongi. Just take a deep breath.” You lead his trembling form to your bed, pressing down on his shoulders so he would sit.

“S-still. It’s stupid.” Embarrassment like fire on his cheeks, Yoongi tries to catch his breath through raspy intakes of air.

“No. It’s not.” You say softly, a hand tentatively placed on his back. Without thinking he leans into your touch, welcoming the soothing circles you begin to trace through his flannel.

After what feels like an eternity of silence accompanied by his heavy breathing, Yoongi releases a huge sigh of relief. Now that he could breathe again, his surroundings come into focus.

Lifting his head he gazes around the room, then at your patient face, watching him. “Is this your room?”

“Yes.” You smile. “Don’t judge me for the posters.”

“Posters?” Yoongi glances at the wall spotting a group of seven men - boys? - dressed in color coordinating outfits and smiling as if their paychecks depended on it. He scans the name beneath it and for the first time today he laughs.

“You like K-pop?”

“Hey!” You smack his arm but Yoongi can only laugh harder. High-pitched giggles leave his mouth until he breaks into raucous deep laughter.

“I said no judging. Damn, I’m never trusting you again.” You laugh along with him, shaking your head at the posters surrounding the walls.

“It’s like a shrine in here.” Yoongi comments, finally settling down and wiping his eyes. There were posters covering every inch of the wall space and little figurines on your desk.

Photocards of various members line your dresser in the far corner as well as your nightstand right beside Yoongi.

“Who’s that one?” Yoongi says, picking up a photo and squinting at it.

“Suga. What does that mean?” He looks at you only to smile once more. Your face is beet red.

You cover your cheeks with your hands. “His name was Suga because his skin...stop laughing!”

“Sorry!” Yoongi snorts, setting the photocard back in its precious stand.

“Because his skin was like sugar.”

“But his name is Suga. Not sugar?” Yoongi raises his eyebrow at you.

“H-He...I don’t know. I guess he thought it sounded cooler.”

“Hmm...a real fan would know the reason.” Yoongi tsks earning another smack to his shoulder.

Panic attack long forgotten, Yoongi continues to tease you about your boyband obsession reveling in how easily you fall into a fit of embarrassed giggles or defend your loyalty to this band like the girls in his high school used to.

“Okay, well, if you’re just going to ridicule me in my own home then I’m going back downstairs.” You stand up, fixing your jeans and tugging at your sweater.

“Okay.” Yoongi looks up at you from your bed. He licks his lips, trying to ask what’s on his mind.

“You can stay in here if you want to.” You offer as if knowing what he was trying to say. “I’ll call you down when dinner’s ready.”

“Thank you.” Yoongi clears his throat.

“Don’t mention it.” You say.

“Mention?”

“Let’s forget it happened.” You clarify, squeezing his shoulder. “It’s Thanksgiving so we’re going to eat our hearts out and be happy.”

“Okay.” A smile fights its way onto his face. You leave the room, giving him one last smile before you shut the door.

Yoongi heaves a sigh of relief and pulls out his phone. Still coming down from the adrenaline rush of a panic attack, he doesn’t feel quite ready to stand on his own two legs.

He scrolls down his contact list and taps on his roommate’s name. Holding the phone up to his ear he glances out the nearest window adjacent to your bedside. Thick clouds cover the expanse of the sky allowing white snowflakes to drift down.

“Hello? Yoongi? What are you doing calling me?”

“Hobi-ah.” Yoongi lets out a chuckle, amused bitterly at how he failed himself so strongly.

“What’s wrong?”

Yoongi swallows. “I freaked out. I ruined everything.”

“You ruined what exactly?” Hoseok shifts on the other end, almost as if he’s sitting down for the long haul. Yoongi can see it now from the many times he’s come back from his classes with his head hung low, only for Hoseok to drag him to the nearest two chairs to talk it out.

“I panicked. There’s too many people downstairs and I...I couldn’t talk to all of them.”

Yoonig bites his lip, tears burning his eyes. He exhales, lifting his free hand to watch his fingers trembling.

“Yoongi, you’re not going to want to hear me say this, but it’s okay. Really it is.” Hoseok’s voice takes on a tender voice, one that’s soft and sweet and only used when he finds Yoongi crying in bed.

“How so?”

“What makes you think you have to talk to all of them?”

“Hoseok, their Y/N’s guests. Of course I’m going to talk to them.”

“Every single one? That’s impossible. You didn’t come to get interviewed, you came to enjoy a holiday party.”

“That’s-”

“And they did too. You may feel like you’ve messed up but they’re not even thinking of it as soon as dinner is served. I promise you that. Where was Y/N?”

Yoongi relays the full story, pausing to take deep breaths when the familiar anxiety began to rise as he recalls the scene. Hoseok hums throughout the story and Yoongi can almost see the little nod he always gives to show he’s listening.

“They don’t even know the real reason you left. So there’s no issue then.”

Yoongi pulls the phone away from his ear and groans. He runs a hand through his hair, gripping the blonde strands.

Standing up to ease the growing tension, he paces from one wall to the other. “Even still I can’t go back down there. They’ll just ask me more questions.”

“Not if they’re mouths are shoved full of potatoes.”

Yoongi frowns at that image but it’s the least of his concerns. “What about Y/N? What do I tell her?”

“Nothing.”

“Nothing?”

Now it’s Hoseok’s turn to sigh. His voice grows louder and closer to the phone.

“Unless you want to confess to her how much you like her.”

Yoongi blanches. He pulls the phone away from his ear once again and stares at the black screen as if it will have the transcript to Hoseok’s words.

“Yoons?”

“What did you just say?” Yoongi asks, still staring at his own aghast expression in the phone.

“The only thing you should be telling Y/N is that you like her. A lot.”

“I don’t. Not like that.” Yoongi shakes his head, bangs falling into his eyes. He shuffles to the window and stares out at the snow pouring down.

“Min Yoongi, you’ve liked this girl since September.”

“What? What makes you say that?”

“Really? You’re going to make me give you a play-by-play?” Hoseok snorts and still Yoongi’s eyes search the ivory scenery before him for an answer.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Honest.” Yoongi grumbles.

“Okay, then. Do you like me?”

“What?”

“Do you like me. As more than a friend.”

“Hobi, no. What on earth are you talking about?”

“Because on this entire campus you only spend your time with two people. Me and Y/N. And you only spend time with me because we live together. I barely see you outside of our dorm. Which means you willingly spend time with Y/N. You went out of your way - granted, because you were an ass - you went out of your way to offer weekly study sessions together. Plus, you always come back from them with your face flushed and your eyes shining like you’re drunk. Min Yoongi, you’re basically in love with Y/N.”

“Okay.”

“Okay?” Hoseok scoffs. “Is that all you have to say? Do you not believe me? Let me tell you more-”

“No...no...I just-”

“Remember the day you found out her favorite color and stole my shirt which just so happened to be that same color?”

“Hobi-”

“Or the time I had to give you massages for a week because she fell asleep on your bad shoulder but you didn’t want to wake her up and move her?”

“Hoseok-”

“Or the time I stayed up late and had the great misfortune of hearing you say her name-”

“Hoseok!” Yoongi growls, the heat searing through his skin. He wasn’t aware of that incident at all, only that Hoseok wouldn’t make eye contact with him for the entire day. Now he not only knows why, but that he talks in his sleep.

Is he telling the truth? Wouldn’t I know if I liked her? Yoongi paces the room once more. It was true that he only spent his time with you and Hoseok. But he was an introvert so it made sense. The study sessions were damage control. He did not need his reputation to be ruined on campus before he had a chance to create one. The shirt was pure coincidence. He let you sleep on his shoulder because he was a gentleman and too awkward to say no. The sleep talk- well, that could be solved with some duct tape.

So why did he pack that exact shirt in his suitcase? Why hadn’t he given you a hard deadline to the end of your sessions? Why did his heart begin to pound every Thursday morning knowing he was headed to the café that day?

Shit. Yoongi spots a picture frame on your dresser among all the K-pop paraphernalia. It’s an image of you and your parents in front of the house. You’re beaming from ear to ear, your eyes sparkling with the same adoration he sometimes has the honor of receiving.

Realization dawns on Yoongi as he swallows thickly, gazing at your picture with a small smile of his own. His heart pounds and his fingers tremble, but now for an entirely new reason.

“I...I think...” Yoongi admits.

“You think what?” Hoseok says, the smirk evident in his tone.

“I like her. I like Y/N.”

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What’s your favorite moment for each member

a cute ask to talk about the boys 🥺 disclaimer some of these are silly and dumb but I love them

— Hongjoong: when he talked about running away when he was a student to play soccer but... he hid in a park that was visible from his house...... his brain

— Seonghwa: just.. every single moment that he had that melodica during Air Con

— Yunho: when he caught Seonghwa’s bracelet that flew from his wrist while he was dancing and then hit the woah right away like!!! the comedy levels this man has!! didn’t even have time to think his body just reacted just... a genius

— Yeosang: “PI-A-NO. COM-PU-TER”

— San: when an exasperated Hongjoong said “no one say another word” and San went and said “a word” and you could see Hongjoong’s scorpio coming through

— Mingi: when he introduced his room and said “there’s lots of books.. there’s my desk where I study... I study language” like Mingi talking about how much he loves to read just makes me go 💞💕!!💗💖💞!!!!💗💕!💞💗!!!💖💕💞!!💕💗!!!

— Wooyoung: everytime he cooks. that’s it I just love it. I think it’s cute and he gets so serious is endearing

— Jongho: him walking around that gym in Australia hands intertwined in front of him like a Good Boy and asking translators to tell the gym guys that he’s “very strong amongst korean idols”

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Femme: 45

Pairing: BTS - OT7 x Reader, GDragon x Bigbang, Erik Nam, Hyuna x Dawn, Black Pink x Female oc, TXT x robot oc, Got7 x Female oc

Rating: Mature

Length: 3.3k

Warnings: Birth, Smut, Oral (male receiving & Female receiving), Pregnancy sex, Orgasm denial, Overstimulation, Dirty talk, Cute scenes.

Announcement: It has been a long time but I had some spare time to finish this chapter 5 more to go. I tried to hint at some of the other background characters stories at the end of this chapter. I will hopefully expand on them more just a fraction in these closing chapters. I one day, when I revisit and edit the hell out of this fic, wish to create the side stories and elaborate more on them. 5 CHAPTERS LEFT!

Your channel had blown up massively taking over the number one channels on the social media platform, surpassing, S series and you were setting dates after your next child was born to go on tour starting and ending in Seoul. Working with a camera crew and setting up your house you had actually decided to start a reality tv series based on your busy lives.

You started filming and you were talking about your routines and the dynamic between you and the boys, the boys decided not to disclose their relationships between them but didn’t act much different around each other. They would still cuddle and feed each other and make inside jokes. Still getting questions from femmes and their companions about issues you took your time to explain and encouraged more questions when you go on tour the end of the year.

The twins and Jeongsan were running around after daycare, the ran straight into the living room climbing onto the couch, jumping up and down on Yoongi’s back. “Daddy Yoogi, Daddy Yoogi” In a quick movement he caught them both with his arm and picked them up and spun them around making them giggle.

Seokjin called them to the table for some afternoon tea, “Come on, you can have juice and a bikkie, how does that sound?” “Bikkie!” they each scrambled to the table sitting quietly waiting for their snack. You waddled over kissing the twins on the head and scruffing Jeongsan’s hair. The front door opened and you turned to see Kyungju storm past and Jimin holding the door open laughing silently.

“Why is my son upset?” Yoongi asked concerned “Some girl at school likes him and stole his milk at school and he is mad,” Jimin said and Jungkook was trying to hold himself together and Yoongi nodded silently heading up to the room to deal with it.

You were home alone Hoseok was visiting his parents with his son. This meant you could do anything you wished, taking the keys to the van thanking yourself for getting yourself an international license. The car though it looked old like the vintage car from your time, it was modern as hell It practically drove itself and that scared you a little. With a destination in mind, you started driving. Except you had accidentally been speeding not seeing that the limit had dropped.

You were pulled over and a wave of nausea washed over you and you had vomited all over the police officers shoes. They took you to the station believing you were intoxicated. You thankfully locked the car before you left. Filling out some paperwork you sat in the holding cell in the corner of the station and waited.

“Do you have someone we can contact” you had to think carefully, Namjoon had a reputation that you didn’t want to ruin and you had to pick someone who wouldn’t make the situation worse and wouldn’t make fun of you for it.

Before you had the chance to answer you heard a familiar voice. “Why is my wife in the holding cell?” He walked over and the officer saluted him.

“Uh Detective Kim, she was caught speeding and assaulted an officer” “Namjoon, I got a craving for jajangmyeon and so I went for a drive down the road and I didn’t see the speed limit sign and I got pulled over and I was nauseous and I accidentally vomited on an officers pants and they thought I was drunk so they brought me back here.”

“Sir her blood test results shows her blood alcohol level is zero” the officer wearing sweat pants glared at you and you looked apologetically at him. “Of course it is zero, she is pregnant” Namjoon pulled open the cell door and walked you out to sit on a comfy chair. He ordered some jajangmyeon and sighed.

“Is the baby okay, you must be hungry” he frowned glaring at the officers. The two paled considerably. You took your husbands face and gave him a kiss and apologizing. “I am sorry Namjoon, I was just so hungry, I thought I was driving sensibly, last time I remember fake street was 60 but it is 50 now, when did they change it”

The officers paled a little further, “It was changed this morning they lowered it as there was a lot of trouble for cars during work hours trying to merge. You weren’t to know”

“How much money do I owe, I can pay it now,” the two shook their heads. “No, we couldn’t expect you to pay anything for a simple mistake,” “No I am a woman of my word, I did the wrong thing and my husband as a law enforcer and a detective can’t have the law bent for him. How much?”

“A first offence ticket for speeding would be approximately 30,000 won for being under 20km over the limit,” Namjoon said and you nodded and pulled out the money.

“What about the pants? I can pay for them to be dry cleaned” The food arrived and the officers paid for the meal and handed it over, you began eating heartedly and Namjoon sat beside you rubbing your belly fondly. “My wife, do not stress, you are supposed to be resting. What if you went into labour early again”

Needless to say, you did not live it down, The boys were calling you a speed demon for the next few weeks, as you waddled down the hall Seokjin began calling like you were a racehorse or race car. Jimin would dodge out of your way and grin down at you shouting “WOAH slow down!”

Finding out you were having a baby girl with Namjoon had to be one of the sweetest things. He would come to you with different names. He wanted to find an English name and a Korean name. The names were either too odd or sounded too old fashion. You were snacking on some leftovers from the fridge and Yoongi snuck from his studio to the kitchen and back.

“What’s with Yoongi?” “He is worried you will go into labour again?” Namjoon who you were leaning on had a resting Seokjin laying on his lap. You were running your hand over Seokjin’s soft hair and Namjoon ran his hand up and down Seokjin’s “We have all placed out bets” the eldest smiled tiredly up at you causing your chest to constrict pleasantly.

“Who has placed bets?” “Jiyong and his family, all our parents, his parents, everyone at your work, Jimin’s work, my work, Hajun and his wife, us, Erik, the BlackPink girls, the TXT boys the NCT boys texted their bets last night and also Tae set up a poll online last night and ninety-six percent of the people who voted voted for Yoongi” Jimin grinned looking up from his phone.

“How many people voted?” “In twenty-four hours one million four hundred thousand”

Finally convincing Yoongi to spend some time with you, he seemed to relax at the idea that you weren't about to surprise deliver another baby. It was amusing how he would cautiously look at your belly and it would take several attempts before he would give you a quick kiss and pull away. However, you missed him and when all the children were at daycare or asleep and you were feeling frisky you had to come up with a plan.

Taking out Yoongi’s favourite undergarments and his favourite clothes on you, you got dressed. You did your hair just the way he liked it exposing your neck. You were set, walking into his studio he turned and pulled off his headphones. “Is something wrong?”

“No I just wanted to see you” you smiled and walked over. He seemed to notice the swaying of your hips and the tone of your voice, what you wanted and he groaned.

“Kitten we can’t” he covered his eyes with his hand and laid his head back on the chair. “Can’t what, I just wanted to see you Oppa” The sound that pulled out of his chest was sinful. Yoongi’s moan gave you the confidence to keep going. You took his hands and kissed them leaning over the back of his chair making him relax. Slowly letting your entwined hands drop behind him as casual as you possibly could, playing with his hands and moving them around so he didn’t expect anything odd. It didn’t take much as he couldn’t feel them against his wrist due to his thick hoodie but you cuffed him and then cuffed the cuffs to the chair. He heard the clicks and pulled against them.

“Take them off” He hissed looking at you unamused. These weren’t for playing these were from Namjoon’s work. You turned his chair and sank to your knees grinning up at him.

“Come on Oppa, we haven’t played together in ages” “Maybe if you stop going into labour” “It’s cause you make me feel so good” He was practically clawing at the chair to get out of them, encouraging you to proceed. He was telling you in great detail why this was a bad idea, but that didn’t last long. As soon as you had him in your hand his words caught in his throat and his mouth ran dry.

“You know the safe word, you can use it if you need to” He watched you looking up through your lashes at his expression, he liked the anticipation. You parted your lips and let out a small puff of warm air, it made him twitch.

“Don’t play with me baby, Fuck the safe word, you can’t hurt me” He scoffed, his face was mocking you. “I can do whatever I want to cause you can’t stop me” You went to take him in your mouth and pulled back again “Actually perhaps we shouldn’t do this I mean...”

You pressed your thumb firmly across the head of his penis making his stomach muscles jump. “You obviously don’t want this” Completely playing the dominant role. You saw his brow tick and his mouth fall open he was pissed. Languidly stroking his member, the desire to give him everything he wanted. This time, however, you wanted to be in control. squeezing him gently he took a sharp breath before exhaling a strong moan.

He huffed beads of sweat across his brow. Deciding to speak to him completely in English, “You know I think you would look better wearing this, Mister Min” Pulling out a blindfold and he shook his head “Don’t you dare” Slipping it over his head he squirmed and tried to get it off. “You are going to be punished after this kitten, I am going to take you over my knee and spank you until you can’t sit down”

You took him in your mouth sucking hard before pulling away completely. He was trying to hold it in and you grinned repeating this action a few times, he was painfully hard and as you breathed hot air gently against him you watched pre-cum dribble from the tip. His cock bouncing ever so slightly with the beat of his heart.

“Ahhh stop messing with me or I will” You firmly squeezed his thick length and grinned at the noise he made. “Or you will what?” Taking him into your mouth and bringing him to the edge listening to the way he breathed and panted he was so close. Pulling off of him with a wet pop. “It’s getting late Yoongi, I need to go start dinner”

“Don’t you dare” He shouted, you didn’t leave the room but you did open and shut the door waiting silently “I know you didn’t leave, If you let me out now I won’t punish you, kitten, Kitten I got work to do, come on let me out”

Opening and closing the door again he perked up as you walked over, “You need to get me out of this” “You know the safe word use it” “No, I won’t back out like a little bitch” he growled “I want to get out of these and bend you over my desk.

“That sounds nice but I don’t want to do that” Sinking to your knee’s you spent half an hour bringing him to the edge of his release and then stopping he was squirming in his computer chair when it slipped past his lips. “Please, just let me cum” You smiled around his dick swirling your tongue around the head, you ignored him continuing the slow torture from the start. Turning on your phone to record him begging. “Please just let me cum kitten I need this, Please oh fuck. Please. Please it hurts”

You pulled off his blindfold and smiled up at him “What do you want me to do?” “I need you to make me cum, please” you brought him to ecstasy once and he whimpered actually whimpered throwing himself back in the seat trying to move away. But that over stimulation was how you got him to cum a second time “Too much, fuck ahh too sensitive kitten I can’t”

Paying you back tenfold. It was your anniversary weekend and the kids were at their grandparents or asleep in their cots. Your hands and feet had been tied to the bed and Yoongi made sure to tell the boys they were allowed to everything but let you finish. They took turns you spent the whole day in bed only allowed to take toilet and lunch breaks.

By the third day, you were looking for any way out. “Jimin imagine if I came right now it would be so powerful after two days of waiting. I bet it would be really nice” “Yeah it would but Yoongi would have us both in chastity belts” He laughed cumming inside of you with a groan all the talk had him spent. You were filled with their essence and they weren’t letting any of it go to waste.

When you finally came, it was with his permission. He made you count down from thirty and began thrusting hard into you. If you came before thirty whatever number you were on would be the number of times Yoongi would receive a back rub. You didn’t want to tell him you would gladly give him a massage whenever he wished. They were all watching and sadly you broke at four.

Yoongi finally seemed comfortable with the idea of being intimate with you, but boy was he in for a shock when March came around. You were laying on a makeshift bed in the recording booth. There was a sound he wanted to record. He was trying to elicit a moan from you and when he got it he rewarded you. You frowned and his face dropped “no kitten you didn’t, please tell me this is a joke”

“I’m sorry honey the baby is coming today” you winced and he ran to grab some towels. You had an easy birth, one of the easiest so far because the baby was so small. “Everyone welcome our second daughter to the family her name is Kim Mirae and her English name is Mila June”

You had picked her middle name and made it the same sound as her father's name. The children all met their baby sister, Huimang was too little to understand.

“If someone gets you pregnant before this child turns two I will actually cut their dick off” Yoongi sighed “Papa Joo did Adar Yoogi day a bad word” “Yes baby, he did” Namjoon ruffled Jae Eun’s hair while glaring at Yoongi. “Are you happy papa Joon?” Jeongsan asked and Namjoon smiled “Very happy”

Things slowed down, Namjoon took a little time off work to be with his daughter for the first few weeks. He loved Mirae greatly. He would just talk to her for hours about anything they shared so many secrets. He had on more than one occasion tried to put nappies on backwards which was always amusing. Kyungju had just finished first grade and Jeongsan would be heading off to school when the term started again in the following year. You weren’t ready to see them all growing up.

Hoseok had Huimang and you had Mirae strapped to your chests. You were doing some light aerobic dancing. Jungkook had been pushing you at the gym to strengthen all your muscles in your tummy. You didn’t want your muscles to separate so you tried hard to keep yourself strong.

The boys and yourself had been super careful, all being very safe as you didn’t want to get pregnant any time soon. The schedule was booked for your live tour. You were performing at a few theatres around the world. Starting in Seoul your stage was set up to look like your recording room. Your guest was NCT. Jiyong followed you on tour with his family and helped watch the kids while you were on stage.

But you never stopped your children from joining you. On many occasions, they would have a small lapel mic and pack courtesy of the stagehands and they would run out. “Adar, Jeongsan needs to go to the bathroom” Kyungju led his younger brother out by the hand. “JK to the rescue” Hoseok laughed heartily and the crowd joined in.

While Jungkook was gone, you opened up questions Femme’s stepped up onto the stage and they asked you questions. “I was unfrozen a week ago and I have been watching your videos from the start, I am not far through them so you probably have already mentioned it but, what do you do to cope with homesickness”

“That’s a really good question, I cried a lot always thinking about everything my family wouldn’t get to see, and that’s perfectly okay to cry and be upset over. My wedding and the birth of my beautiful children all I wanted was to have that support from my family. Until one day I realised I had been shutting the boys out and I needed to open up, I needed to face my fears. I remember the dream I had and they all sang to me asking me what I was looking for and where I was going. I didn’t realise the whole time I was with them I was looking back at my past and not at the present and future. And when I finally looked forward I saw the support from them and their families, my friends and neighbours. There were just so many people, even online there were people standing with me. We are never alone. Which brings us to a really important announcement all the Femme’s here will leave with a care package from me to you we need to support one another”

The tour went amazing and there was enough footage for you to make a tour special which was posted on the latest movie streaming platform Fletnix.

Watching Eric and the TXT boys grow up and go to university you were so proud. Hyuna and Hyojong had actually gotten engaged and were the cutest couple. The Frozen Spoon had become iconic, with the increased revenue, you became the area manager of two stores, each store had a picture of Moon Inshik the founder and beside it a little plaque with his story.

Namjoon’s old friend Jackson and his 6 fellow applicants were celebrating their Femme who announced she was pregnant with a little girl. The young girls whom you met at the park had slowly graduated high school and reached full maturity, three joined the Femme Project, one of them found matches, two were frozen and the fourth decided to put in an application for a femme herself.

She had been denied over thirteen times but she was still persisting with her application. Until she found her perfect match.

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lindsaydoeslanguages · 5 years ago

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Why I Love Reality TV for Language Learning (+ how to make the most of it)

Reality TV is my favourite type of TV for language learning. Read on to find out why + learn how to make the most of it.

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The thing I don’t like about Netflix is how stuff gets lost in my Watchlist and then I end up watching the same stuff.

And when it comes to using it for language learning, sometimes you want to sit down and really use it well to improve my languages. But it’s tricky to know where to begin.

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I grew up in the Big Brother age. I was around 12 when Big Brother first launched in the UK.

At that time, it was tame enough for a 12 year old to watch. They had chickens, they had to budget for their weekly food together, and with the exception of ‘Nasty Nick’, it was all very lovely and calm.

As I grew up, so did Big Brother.

Now it’s gone and here in the UK we have Love Island that seems to have replaced it. Not quite suitable for a 12 year old, I imagine. But I’ve never watched that. I guess I grew up too much. (That said, I do still watch Made In Chelsea…)

So reality TV, at least in its modern guise, has very much been a part of my life from my formative years.

However, when it comes to language learning, it was something I’d never really considered until the arrival of Netflix, and one show in particular: Terrace House.

Terrace House is a Japanese reality TV show that’s more like the Real World than Big Brother. But it’s also not like anything else at all. Here’s a trailer for the latest series at the time of writing: Tokyo 2019-2020.

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Cameras film 6 young and aspirational Japanese people (and sometimes ‘half’ Japanese, but more on that later) both in the house and out and about living their daily lives. The daily life stuff often involves modelling shoots, and extreme sports training, or performing gigs. So, you know, typical everyday jobs.

Typical for reality TV it would seem, right? Not exactly.

You see, the beauty of reality TV in different languages is that by default, that involves different cultures.

I’ve learnt more about Japanese customs and etiquette from Terrace House than from any textbook.

Like how you say ‘tadaima’ when you come home and will always get a ‘okaeri’ in response.

And like how it’s totally normal to ask someone who looks a little less Japanese if they are ‘half’ mere minutes after meeting them.

And like how holding hands is a much bigger deal in Japanese dating culture than any Brit on Love Island would have you believe about British culture.

But, spoiler alert, my attitudes to dating were never like Love Island would have you believe to be totally normal for every single Brit. That’s where Terrace House becomes incredibly useful as a cultural resources.

The beauty of Terrace House is that it’s kind of like two shows in one. As well as the main show of the people in the house, there’s also regular cuts to a group of comedians and presenters watching together. This means that when something happens that does seem a little unusual, they’re there to not react or be like “Woah! That was weird!”

This video nicely sums up Terrace House if you’ve never seem the show.

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Recently, whilst learning Korean and looking for something to watch that’s not K-drama (I’m sorry, other than Boys Over Flowers, I’ve just struggled multiple times to get into one) I found Hyori’s B&B.

Hyori’s B&B has become my Korean equivalent to Terrace House. It’s giving me the same cultural education that only reality TV can give, it seems.

There’s no second group of people watching to clarify when stuff is “normal in Korea” or not, but there is a slight divide between Hyori and her husband (and to some extent their celebrity staff helpers), and the guests. So sometimes, they discuss each other’s actions in that sense.

Also, differently to Terrace House, Hyori’s B&B has text pop up, obviously added by editors post-filming, which tries to assume how people felt in certain situations.

Here’s a quick intro to Hyori’s B&B if you’re new to that one. This is a random clip but it gives you an idea of how different it is to Terrace House with text and sound effects etc, yet alike in the mundane simplicity of the whole thing.

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So with that in mind, how does this really work? Can reality TV really be used for language learning? Let’s dive in…

How to Use Reality TV for Language Learning

Most of the suggestions would work just as well with any type of TV, but I really just wanted to make the case for reality TV as I know, like me, not everyone loves drama shows!

Cultural Insights

Reality TV can be a great in context introduction to many aspects of a culture, giving you some base knowledge to research further and ask your tutors and language exchange partners about.

For example, I knew from the start of learning Korean that honourifics and respect for elders is a big deal in Korean culture. However, with Hyori’s B&B, I saw this in action when an elderly couple visited the house.

It’s also great to see attitudes to food and drink, for example.

Hyori and Sang-Soon make tea in an almost ritualistic way, with a full tea set on a tray that includes a cup for the initial bloom among other things. Of course, this could just be them or a small number of Koreans that do this, but it’s still an insight into something I don’t imagine many people doing at home in the UK.

Key Phrases in Context

The easiest way to use reality TV for language learning is to listen out for those key phrases that you hear again and again.

With Hyori’s B&B, they say ‘yeobuseyo’ when they answer the phone, which contradicts what I’d heard on a YouTube video!

I hear them say ‘kaja’ when they get ready to leave the house or walk the dogs.

With Terrace House, I noticed the words they say upon entering the house, and the response that everyone already there gives.

These things happen a lot in these types of shows. This means there’s plenty of chances for repetition without boring rote learning!

Read interviews or reviews of the show

A great way to expand beyond the show itself is to find interviews or reviews of the show online to read.

You might even find YouTube videos or podcasts here too, which would work well as extra listening practice. This is much more appealing because it’s on a topic you enjoy.

As I mentioned, I’ve noticed as well with Hyori’s B&B, there’s lots of text that comes up on the screen too.

Onomatopoeia type words and also these presumptuous statements about how the cast are feeling, such as “He’s sad because she’s sick.”

How they know for sure he’s sad and that her being sick is the reason why, I don’t know. But anyway, there’s extra text with that show as I watch, which is a nice bonus.

Stimulus for Free Writing

TV, whether it’s an entire series or an episode, or even a scene, can make for a great stimulus for a free writing piece.

Write a summary of what’s happened, what you think will happen next, or what you’d like to happen next. (See those chances for using different tenses there?)

Write an email, a review for a magazine, a script for a play. Get creative with the format and pick one to help give you some direction and structure.

Maybe even write a poem about the show! You’ve got complete creative control here.

If you’re looking for some inspiration for writing, here’s All The Writing Resources for Language Learning That You’ll Ever Need

Record Your Spoken Opinions

What do you think of the show? Record your opinions spoken aloud.

Of course, this works well as a follow-on activity from the free writing because you can simply record what you wrote.

Alternatively, if you’re feeling confident enough in the language to do it, go in with no plan and just start speaking as soon as you hit record!

Related: All The Speaking Resources You’ll Ever Need.

Change Tenses, People, Gender etc to Test Your Grammar

Pick a topic, any topic.

Just been reviewing how a certain tense works in that language? Watch a clip from the show. Pause it. Change the sentences you’ve just heard to that tense.

You can even expand to create further sentences related to the ones you’ve just switched.

Mindmap Vocab

With my current level in Korean, this one’s my favourite.

Simply watch a clip of the show until you catch a word/phrase you want to learn more throughly.

Start to mindmap that word and do some outside research to learn more related words.

Remember those onomatopoeia words I mentioned that always show on screen in Hyori’s B&B? I spotted one that led me to learning many more through this activity.

To show you how this works, I recorded myself doing it for this video too.

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How do you use TV for language learning? Do you like watching reality TV or is there another genre that works better for you? Share in the comments!

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rainywritingsx · 5 years ago

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Torn • BNHA x OC • Chapter 2

Whoooo chapter 2 is done! I'm sorry that the story is moving a bit slow, the fun stuff will happen, please have patience ^_^. If you like this chapter, please leave a like or reblog and if you have any feedback feel free to comment or send it in my inbox if you’re shy, I don’t mind at all as long as you’re being respectful ^^. I think that’s it for now, have fun reading!

xxx rainbow

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"Welcome at UA High! Feel free to take a look in every class and ask any questions you may have to our teachers. There's no such thing as a dumb question, so don't worry!" The principal, whose name I thought was Nezu, said, his voice filled with excitement. As the pace of my heartbeat quickened, I entered the building. It was huge! There were so many windows and the colours were also lovely.

I gasped quietly upon seeing a few students from class 1-A. If I remembered their names right from watching the sports festival (secretly of course since I'd get killed if my family saw me watching it), they were Uraraka Ochaco and Iida Tenya. Both were standing near one of the classes. A sweet smile grew on Uraraka's face when her gaze fell on me. I was almost surprised at the fact that she smiled at me, but then I remembered that heroes of course didn't know who I was. My parents did everything they could to hide my identity to the 'good people'.

"Welcome! My name is Uraraka, nice to meet you!" She said sweetly, her hair bouncing slightly, matching her cheerful mood. I smiled and greeted her back.

"Nice to meet you too! You can just call me Janie. I would like to say that you were awesome at the sports festival. I know you lost the match but you still did a wonderful job! That Bakugou guy was just really strong, but don't worry." She smiled even brighter when I said this. I could've sworn this girl was the actual sun.

"Thank you! I'll do better next time!" She said, her voice filled with determination. I nodded before turning to her friend, smiling at him politely.

"You were also wonderful at the sports festival. Your quirk is so fascinating! And your whole family is absolutely wonderful, I really respect you all." Iida nodded proudly and saluted me.

"It is my duty to keep up the pride of the Iida family. I'm glad that I'm doing a good job. I'll continue to do my best!" I giggled and nodded. I liked this guy, he was pretty cool.

"So, do you have any questions about UA?" I shook my head.

"Uhm, I don't think so. I don't think I'll attend UA anyway..." I trailed off. Uraraka frowned and tilted her head in confusion.

"Why? It's so cool here! As long as you do your best I'm sure you'd be able to get in." She said, trying to encourage me.

"Ah no... it's Uhm.. my quirk isn't really that special, you know.... a-and I'm not from here." I said before I could even think about it. I mean... it was true in a way. My mom's side of the family was Korean/Japanese and my dad's side of the family was Turkish. I didn't really speak Turkish that well but my Korean was alright.

Uraraka gasped softly as I said this. "You're not from here? That's so cool! And I'm sure your quirk is fine! There's this kid in our class named Mineta. His quirk is uh... let's just say it's quite interesting. But he still managed to get in!" I smiled softly, my heart feeling touched that she tried so hard to encourage me. If only I could actually attend this school...

"I'm sure our other friends think so too! I mean the more the merrier right? That's exactly why this whole thing is organised. Right Iida?"

"That is indeed correct. UA high is in need of more worthy students for a safer future. Definitely with All Might's retirement it is necessary." It was only now that I noticed that Iida was standing in an almost military manner. This guy was very self-disciplined... I mean I guess I could understand that. If my family consisted of such great heroes I'd do my best to keep their reputation that way as well.

UA really seemed like an awesome school... I'd be able to learn so much there and so many well-known heroes worked here as teachers, it was almost like a dream.

But I couldn't do that. My parents wouldn't approve of it and I wouldn't even get accepted anyway.

Why did I think about this so much?

"You can always decide not to go if they let you in. "Please just try the entrance exam, I promise you won't regret it." Uraraka said sweetly as she handed me a flyer with more information. "I really hope to see you again soon." I smiled politely and nodded, saying that I hoped for the same. I doubted it though...

I ended up looking at some other places, gasping softly when I saw Bakugou Katsuki, the guy who won the Sports Festival. Despite his.... anger issues, I still thought he was pretty cool. He was definitely smart, from what I had seen and obviously UA didn't let random people in their school, let alone their best class.

Exactly why I wouldn't be accepted.

I wouldn't consider myself on the level of class 1-A to be honest. Yes I had some physical skills. However, my quirk had its limits. I couldn't make water out of thin air, I actually needed it physically in order to use it. I'd never know at what kind of place the entrance exam would be held so I'd be at a disadvantage there. Therefore I'd need to completely rely on my physical abilities. I also wasn't trained enough to control other fluids as of right now. I could control water and things like drinks, soup etc, but anything else was still too difficult for me.

And second, how would I even be able to keep this a secret from my parents? The villain school and hero school did have classes at different times considering the fact that those two despised each other but I'd have to find an excuse to be away at those times. And I was a horrible liar. A little white lie was fine but lying about where I always went... I wasn't sure if I could do that.

I stopped walking when the smell of food entered my nose. It smelled heavenly, oh my.... I wished the food at my school had this lovely aroma. I could just get something small like a cupcake and then leave, right? No biggie. The lunch room sure wouldn't be that far anyway, that would be convenient. I smiled when I noticed some signs, showing where people could get some food. That was nice, I'd probably get lost without them.

When I entered the cafeteria the same happy mood that I felt in the other parts of the school was here, except it was more lively. Children were having some meals with their parents, excitedly talking about what they had seen here today, students were helping with the food and some teachers were conversing with parents who had questions regarding the school.

My eyes slowly wandered off to the amazing foods that were placed here. It was an open buffet, a bit small but it all looked great. If only I could stay longer and have an actual meal... I'll just get a cute cupcake instead and eat it on the way home, that was nice too.

The cupcakes were adorable, they all had different colours and the frosting was as white as snow. It had cute sprinkles on it and in the middle was the UA logo. It looked too pretty to eat but at the same time it really made me want to eat so many of them. Of course I wouldn't do that though, I had some self-control.

I grabbed a pink cupcake and then turned around to leave. However, my feet stopped upon hearing someone gasping. Before I could even think about what was going on I was controlling boiling hot tomato soup, keeping it in the air. I looked at the situation and my eyes widened when I saw a little girl, eyes squeezed shut as her hands rested on her short black hair, ready to have it all over her.

"Melody!" A woman's voice, who I assumed was her mother's, called before she ran over to her daughter. She stopped when she noticed me, holding the liquid in the air. I carefully made sure to let it go back into the big pan that it was in earlier. I'd lie if I said that doing that wasn't nerve wracking. If I wasn't concentrating enough it would still hurt the girl and the mother as well.

"Thank you so much." The woman spoke, her voice shaky as she smiled at me thankfully. I blushed and was about to say it was all good when more voices spoke up, praising me for what I did. I gasped and looked around, realising more people had seen this, even some UA teachers.

"I-it's fine! I-my body moved before I could think... I'm glad your daughter is okay, though." I said and looked over at the little girl, who was looking up at me with her adorable brown doe eyes. I crouched down so I was at the same height as her before speaking gently.

"Make sure to be careful next time alright? You really could've gotten hurt." The little girl smiled at me and nodded.

"Woah, so cool! Did you guys see what she did?" I looked up and noticed a blond haired guy talking to some people, including Uraraka and Iida. Many of them seemed to reply enthusiastically as well, except for who I thought was Bakugou. He just scoffed and looked away, making me chuckle softly. Uraraka looked over at me and seemed to recognise me

"Oh it's you from earlier!" She said before walking up to me. "Janie, right?" I smiled and nodded.

"What you did was so heroic! That's another reason you should come here." She said as she excitedly bounced up and down, making me laugh softly.

"That's sweet of you to say, but-"

"Uraraka is right!" Iida said, making me stop talking. "What you did was truly heroic. It shows more than any exam can. You have the heart of hero. None of us went there to help at this moment but you." I mean that sounded nice and all, but was it really true? Maybe it was just a reflex. Sure I was different than my family, but to say I was a hero...

"I know you want to come here, I can see it in your eyes." Uraraka said, causing me to gulp. I really was an open book, huh?

"Just please think about it. You have a week to sign in for the exam, and even after that you can say you don't want to join the class. I'm sure you can do it!" This girl was just too lovely to say no to...

"Alright... I'll think about it. I really need to go now, though." She squealed and nodded.

"That's great! Hopefully I'll see you soon again then!" I nodded and said goodbye to both, before turning to leave the school. Suddenly I walked into something big and buff, making me release an "oof" sound as I stumbled backwards. Luckily, I managed to find my balance again so I didn't fall on my butt. That would've been embarrassing..

"Oh, my apologies, young lady! I didn't mean to startle you!" My eyes widened when I realised who that voice belonged to.

Holy crap.

It was none other than All Might himself.

"What you did there was truly heroic. Not many people do things like that in such a short timespan, let alone children who aren't even planning on becoming a hero. I'm surprised you aren't a student here already!" I blushed and looked down, playing with the purple ends of my hair.

"I mean... it-it just happened, I didn't even realise I was doing it honestly... I don't think it was that heroic, sir."

"Well, don't you know that that's how many great heroes start? Their bodies act before they even have time to think." That was true... I had heard many stories like that from many famous pro heroes. Some stories like that were even from the villain side, except the events didn't take a good turn..

"And there's no need to call me sir, feel comfortable with me! I'm All Might after all." I smiled and nodded, feeling more at ease now. I didn't know what it was but... it was like he had this fatherly aura around him. I was sure he'd make a great father if he didn't have a family of his own yet.

"Thank you so much for the kind words All Might. I truly appreciate it. However, I should really go now, I'm very sorry." He laughed loudly and nodded.

"Of course! No need to apologise for that, I understand! Your parents must be worried but I'm sure they'll be proud once they hear your wonderful story!!" I wish they did... but it was a nice idea to think about. At least All Might was genuinely proud of what I did.

"Thank you so much s-I mean All Might. Have a nice day!"

"Goodbye! Hopefully I'll see you at the entrance exams!"

After all, I might consider actually doing it... trying won't hurt anyone right? Perhaps I wouldn't even be let in.

I still had time to think about it anyway, which was nice. We'd see what would happen after this.

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devilsknotrp · 5 years ago

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Congratulations, Maria! You have been accepted for the role of Abel Hawker (FC Change: Jeremy Irons). Woah. I may be biased, but I was blown away by your interpretation of Abel. He’s a human being made up of dichotomies and you found such a beautiful way to write him. His gentle yet terrifyingly stern manner of speaking, his war hero past, everything is perfect. We cannot wait to see what kind of Mayor your Abel will turn out to be! Please have a look at this page prior to sending in your account.

OUT OF CHARACTER

Name: Maria Age: 23 Pronouns: She/her Timezone: GMT Activity estimation: Every other day Triggers: REDACTED

IN CHARACTER

Full name: Abel Byron Hawker Age : 05/08/1923 Gender: Male Pronouns: Him/Her Sexuality: Straighter than the Tennessee Line Occupation: Mayor of Devil’s Knot Connection to Victim: Abel Hawker knows pretty much everyone in Devil’s Knot, whether they realise it or not. The same could be said for the Goode’s. Though he never personally interacted much with Brian, Abel certainly positioned himself at the forefront of the search. After all, a Mayor has to take responsibility for the safety of his citizenry. In Abel’s case, he does so by putting pressure on the police on Ms Goode’s behalf. Not that she asked him to, of course. Alibi: According to Abel and members of the Chapter, he attended his regular meeting after church but left early due to a headache and went home. It was, like many evenings, the usual for the Mayor. Faceclaim: Jeremy Irons

WRITING SAMPLE

The Michigan sun poked through the veranda, the soft, not too warm glow basked Mayor Hawker’s face in its orange hue. A curl of smoke cut through the clear blue skies as it wafted from the end of his thickly rolled cigar. He remained like that, leaning on his rocking chair, its long swinging creeks creating a lulling song that he could and had listened to most of his life.

It was his father’s chair, and his father’s father likely sat on something not too dissimilar. Carved from the wood of one of the many red oaks that lined the property, it represented everything the Hawker’s were about. Longevity, home-grown and standing the test of time. He fingers, rough and coarse from the years, ran over the expertly polished arms, just appreciating the craftsmanship as well as the weather.

As he sat, relaxing and looking out, a little song crept into his mind. It drew a slow forming, gentle smile on his lips, his crisp paper-like skin pulling with it. There was no one around, and that was just how he liked it in long afternoons like this. For a moment, he let his eyes closed, heeled shoe clicking against the hardwood of the patio, drumming the beat for an old ditty.

“I loved a girl in Saginaw, Michigan…” His voice was underlined with a faint croak that matched the eek of his chair, the tune rumbling deep in his chest to produce the consummate voice of an older singer.

An image began to form in his mind as he took another deep intake of his cigar. Him and his boys in the brushy fields of Pyongtaek, the beginning to the Korean war stretching out ahead of them. Benny banged his metal mug against the table with all the enthusiasm of Buddy Rich reborn, and Tony clapped completely offbeat as Abel and Ryan started up a song. It wasn’t this one, but that didn’t matter. He could still see them now, their eyes bright and ready to return home as heroes. It wouldn’t take long, after all, it was just some country folks who had caught up with the Russian’s red curtain, that’s what they thought. “The daughter of a wealthy, wealthy man…”

The image of Benny sprawled across the dirt floated up in Abel’s mind as the song continued. His guts had been a pollock-esque splash of reds and browns, glistening in the summer heat. Next to him, Tony was slumped with a bullet hole in the centre of his head.

“But he called me, that son of a Saginaw fisherman…”

And Ryan? Well, Ryan never quite came back right. They found him drowned in the river just two months before the end.

“And not good enough, to claim his daughter’s hand…”

The front gate creaked down the long garden path that led up to the porch, causing Abel to crack an eye open. He pulled the cigar reluctantly from his lips, licking the spot that it had sat on, its warm presence still a ghost against the skin.

“Now I’m up here in Alaska, looking around for gold…”

He continued, a little louder, letting the words drift towards his new guest. The flash of the Sherrif office’s brown uniform was all he needed to see, continuing to idly rock as if he hadn’t noticed anything at all. Only once the visitor was climbing the porch steps did he deign to speak rather than sing away.

“I was startin’ to wonder if you were gonna turn up, my boy.”

The youth was a rookie; it only took one glance to tell. Blonde hair and greener than the fields, the 20-something kid awkwardly grasped his belt and tried to stand straight, but it was evident with the uncertain flicker of his eyes around the large Hawker estate that it was all for show. Abel thought he recognised him, one of those good for nothing kids that got raised on the poorer side of town. Typical that George Adam would give these economic rejects a chance. “Urm…ur…Mayor Hawker, sorry to bother you sir but-”

“Aye, aye, I’m aware boy, you gotta do your due diligence and get the story of what I was doing that night.”

Abel slowly pulled himself off his chair, with all the speed of a seaswept turtle, which was entirely on purpose, as anyone who knew Hawker knows that the Mayor kept himself in good health. He gave the standard ‘ah’ that an old person was expected to give after completing menial physical tasks as if they had climbed the summit of Everest. With a wave, he gestured the kid officer to follow, pushing open his ornately carved front door and shuffling into the Hawker estate.

Estate was a polite word for it. It was a mansion in pretty much every regard, an ancestral home that would immediately put anyone at unease. There was just a vastness to it that put one on the back foot, as they look up at the ceiling that seemed almost as far as the moon, it’s large traditional beamed structure overlaying a pure white paint job. The walls were a half mix of beaming, polished to a shine, wooden panelling and delicate fleur-de-lis sprouting wallpaper that made it feel akin to a royal’s home.

Confronted by a large hallway that could easily fit three people shoulder to shoulder and a long, winding staircase that enticed one to see what the three upper floors held, the rookie police officer did what anyone would have - he froze.

Abel for his part kept walking a little down the way until he glanced over he shoulder, that grin coming out again. It was the full simper that belonged to a man a few decades his junior, but he wore it now just as he had in his youth, the life in it flashing in his eyes like claps of thunder. It that moment, it was as if he filled the space of the whole house, as grand and extensive as it was. “Come on boy, ain’t time for slack jaws, your boss will have your ass if you take too long.”

The cop shook his head free, quickly stepping after his guide. The house on its part kept an eye on the visitor, the walls lined with sprawling quantities of photos, whose subjects stared out to those passing. It went from old sepia constructs that desperately tried to fight the effects of ageing behind their glass windows to much more recent copies, showing the Mayor, his own children and a plethora of grandchildren.

Eventually, they turned into one of the adjourning rooms, revealing a parlour lounge. Abel didn’t waste a moment, his body immediately cut to the side of the room where a tray sat with a collection of alcohol, whiskey duly placed in a decanter. The rookie didn’t even have a chance to speak before the older man was thrusting a delicate crystal tumbler with the perfect amount of ice and bourbon in it.

“Ah..” The officer blinked after what seemed like an age, finally processing what was being offered and responding to it with a gentle shake of his head.

“I’m flattered sir, but I’m duty I can-”

“Hogwash.” Abel cut in. His voice had a sense of power to it, a thick with husky confidence that was at once both honeyed in Michiganian drawl and intense in its strength. It was almost like being hugged and punched at the exact same moment, it winded you, and you found yourself wondering what exactly happened.

“Ain’t your ma told you that it’s rude to refuse what is offered in a man’s home? It’s just one glass, ain’t no one gonna know.” He pressed the glass into the boy’s chest, and let it go, forcing the poor chap to hold it to avoid it following.

Abel turned around to sit on one of his lounge chairs, the movement hiding the sly smirk that drew across his lips. It always was so easy to play people to a fiddle. More often than not, all it took was a level of firmness, confidence that just begged people to question you and say no. Most people fold because humans, by nature, try to escape conflict. It only took fighters like the Hawker patriarch to know how to only bend to your own will.

“Aren’t you having some as well, sir?”

Perched on his old leather chair, Abel gestured at the boy again, his old veiny fingers beckoning him like a lazy puppeteer. He seemed almost like a relaxed king, his chin lifted in what could be confused for an old man trying to adjust his sight but was, in fact, concealed contempt. “Me? Oh no, I’m going on eighty, son, I gotta pick my battles with the booze. So, whatcha gonna ask me?”

Deputy took a sip of the bourbon likely to try to avoid causing offence and cleared his throat awkwardly before drawing closer to the Mayor. “Well sir, I just need to know your whereabouts and actions on the night of Saturday, 5th October.”

“Boy, if I told you about my whole day, we’re gonna be here till morn, how about you just give me some times to work with eh?”

A blush drew across the officer’s cheek, and he took a longer sip of the bourbon, trying to drown out the embarrassment. It was quite the social awkwardness to waste the Mayor’s time after all. “Ah yes well, any time in the afternoon would be helpful, urm, sir.”

“Well, I spend most of my evenings by the church, meetings and such with the local community. Wasn’t any different that way. I was doing an after prayer meeting at the church like I’ve been doing for longer than you’ve probably been alive.” It didn’t seem like a cutting remark, more just a flag clearly planted. It spoke clearly to the situation 'I’ve been doing this for a very long time. Have respect’.

“Yes, of course, sir, I’m sure the group will also confirm that, ah…um…” The poor newbie was struggling on the whole 'interviewing’ process, he juggled between his glass and getting a notepad from his shirt pocket. In what could only be described as an awkward tangle of limbs, the deputy eventually flicked to a page of notes and setting down his glass, he starts to write.

“Did you do anything after that, sir?”

Abel paused. It was just a minutia of movement, a brief hesitation that was entirely missable. He had to think about what he wanted to say for a moment, which was a rarity. “I got a headache, my age you know, soon as you get a whiff of a cold it hits you hard. So I came home early, and just…relaxed.”

“Of course, understandable, sir.” The youngster gave a nervous smile that likely was trying to be charming, though Abel barely gave it the time of day. Took more like cordial social interactions to actual gain his favour. He was at his heart, the sort of man that appreciated action over the frivolity of words.

“What’s your name, boy?”

The deputy blinked, and stared at Abel as if to ask 'me?’. The Mayor just raised a patient brow, a corner of his lips curled in a half-smile to encourage the boy.

“Urm, D-Deputy Roger Turner…sir.”

“Roger, old sorta name that. Did Sherriff Malvo recruit you?” Abel asked his questions with a gracious smile, but his tone was the kind that a police officer may have wielded ironically. It held a profound sense that answering wasn’t optional.

The deputy just nodded, putting his pad away and blinking away like an epiphytic deer in headlights.

“You know, I went to school with the Sherriff. I was older, but I knew him well enough. Still know him.”

Still completely lost on where this is going, the officer just bobbed his head along like a toy being shaken. His eyes were wide-eyed as if the prospect that his boss could know the Mayor well was surprising, even though anyone with even a modicum of a brain would expect it.

“I know, that if he knew one of his deputies, sent here to question me formally in the capacity of his office, decided to stand around and sip my bourbon, he’d fire them quicker than you could say missing kid.” It was said with the clinical cut of a surgeon. A master of the board calling out his checkmate, though Abel had to admit when it came to dimwits like Rogers, it so easy as to be boring.

The penny dropped. No, in fact, it tumbled down with the force of a loosen boulder, and just like that the naive youngster realised the brevity of his mistake. The only thing deputy could offer was a bumbling mess of words. “I well, you, um, I don’t…what?”

“It’s alright, my boy, I ain’t that cruel. I think we can come to an arrangement, make sure you can keep doing your good work. Take a seat.” To say Roger took the seat was being charitable, it was closer to collapse, the heavy browned leather of seat wrapping around him and making him seem like the 'boy’ that Abel had been calling him from the start. He just mutedly nodded, putting himself in the Mayor’s mercy.

The grin came back as Abel sat forward, a cat who had spotted its next meal. His eyes narrowed in conspiratorial slits a that broad smile of a kindly old man could now be seen to be what it actually had been, the deadly visage of a man who was unforgiving in exploiting your weaknesses. A game hunter in sight of prey.

“Now, why don’t you tell me all the hard work ya’ll have been doing. Don’t leave anything out.”

ANYTHING ELSE?

> Abel Hawker is a man of the draft. Not only did he serve in the Second World War upon turning 19 in 1943, but he then went on to make a second draft into the Korean war in his twenties. He’s a man who has killed and be trained to kill, causing violence to be no stranger to him. However, being a soldier has its price. There’s a simmering rage in Abel that’s hidden beneath his advanced age and small-town manners. It takes a lot to unsettle a man whose been in such brutal wars, but if you do, expect to find a hurricane of force that would rival many of Michigan’s infamous tornados.

> The Mayor was a loyal husband while he still had a wife, and can be quite the caring partner back in the days when he bothered with relationships. A sense of loyalty runs deep in him, and it spreads to his family. While he could never truly understand the interracial and liberal relationships that his children took on, he never removed his support (though he did spare a comment or two of opinion on it), because to him, family sticks together, always.

> No one is entirely sure of the source of the Hawker family wealth. It seems to be an accepted part of Devil’s Knot. The sun rises, the snow falls, and the Hawker family are wealthy. Only Abel and his father before him genuinely knows how the fortune was built and continues to be maintained. Make no mistake, the Mayor does not just sit on his inheritance, he grows it, to pass on to his son and his grandchildren. A tree after all, without the right care, only withers.

> The day of Brian Goode’s disappearance, Abel did indeed attend his usual Chapter meeting, he did also leave early. However, the bit he fails to often mention is that he had visitors to his house that evening when his grandson was seemingly long asleep. Man in dark coats and suitcases, who spent quite a few hours speaking to the Mayor about matters not uttered very openly.

> Mayor Hawker is quite the singer. Back in his day, in fact, Abel was part of a travelling band for a few years after the Korean war. It was just a hobby of boys trying to find work (Abel’s father was notoriously frugal), but should someone look hard enough, they may see old photos around Devils Knot of the band’s past shows. Still now, one can often catch him singing an old tune or listening to a recording on his record player. He surprisingly keeps up with more modern music too, but you’d never catch him admitting it. Perhaps in another life, he could have tried at it for real.

#dkaccepted #accepted #abel hawker

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jiminandlemonade-blog · 6 years ago

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I Can’t Fall In Love Without You - Part 3

I Can’t Fall In Love Without You

Jungkook series

Part 3 of 5

(A heart warming/tear jerker series)

Read the previous part here

You couldn't help but stutter your words over how gorgeous he looked. "Um, I'm Y/N" you gulped, collecting your last bits of paper that you threw on the floor. "What brings you here?" He asked in broken English. Your eyes were glued to his face and you didn't know what was wrong with you. It was as if his looks cast a spell on you.

"My Father got a job here so we moved from y/c.." You spluttered slightly. Chae-Young could see that you were getting rather nervous around him so came to your rescue.

"Taehyung, stop flirting with her. I know she's beautiful and you are too but you don't need to hit on every beautiful girl you see" she joked. "What?" He gasped. "I'm only joking Taehyung" she laughed back, hitting him on the arm. It turned out that Taehyung and Chae-Young were best friends and had been since they were young. Taehyung was always caring, it sometimes appeared to come off as flirting, even if he wasn't.

At that moments, the maths teacher walked in and you sat down in your assigned seat before moving off into the section Chae-Young was in to fill in some information about yourself on the school's computer system.

"Is it really always like that?" You asked aloud once leaving the classroom. You were walking with Chae-Young, Taehyung and some other class mates and they all nodded in unison. "I wish school was like that at home" you laughed. Taehyung was quick to agree. "I attended a normal South Korean school but it was very strict and because of this, I really struggled and as you can tell, my English skills were lacking and their constant pushing and nagging, rather than supporting and teaching me hindered my progress.. That's why my parents sent me here" he explained.

At the end of the day, you all exchanged numbers so that you had someone to talk to if you ever needed help. It was a nice gesture and you really appreciated it.

Once you got home, you couldn't wait to crash on your bed. Even though it had been a relaxing day, sometimes being relaxed can make you more tired. Suddenly, your phone lit up.

Taehyung: I hope you had a great day today. If you ever need help with anything, please let me know

He seemed so sweet and you were so grateful to have met someone so kind but what you did notice was that you had a missed text message from Jungkook.

Jungkook: Don't go finding a Korean man to replace me! 😉

You sighed "never", even though you couldn't get your mind off of Kim Taehyung.

Y/N: Don't be silly. I miss you.

The next few weeks were a blur. You were learning a whole new culture let alone another language and you were enjoying the company that you were keeping. You didn't feel great though that you could hardlies talk to Jungkook. He was busy himself leading his life and you had yours and then there was the added complication of time difference. Thankfully, you still both talked every day.

Walking into school, you didn't expect to see such a commotion. "Y/N, can you believe you've won most compatible?!" Chae-Young screamed as soon as she saw you. "What are you on about?" You laughed, walking over to where the commotion was. You looked on the board and there was your name until 'most compatible'. "But who?" You let out as your eyes scanned to your right. "Me" you heard a voice laugh from the background. "Taehyung!" You laughed, hitting his arm. "Why are we on here?" You giggled. Everyone around you thought you were both aimlessly flirting but it wasn't, you were just really good friends. "I thought the same thing, you're not weirded out are you?" He asked. "Of course not!" You replied. "I've really got to tell Jung-" you stopped.

The only reason you stopped is that you didn't want people to know about Jungkook. They knew you had a best friend back home but they didn't know anything about him, you weren't even sure if they knew it was a boy unless you had dropped some personal pronouns that you weren't aware of. You didn't want them to know his name because you didn't want to be teased.

You let out a gasp and started running down the hall. "Chae-Young, wait!" You shouted. "What is it?" She replied, taken aback by your loud voice. "Are you okay about this? About me and Taehyung being voted most compatible?" You said, looking worried. She looked just as worried back. "Ew, what do you mean?" She laughed. You always thought that Chae-Young loved Taehyung, especially because they were best friends from such a young age, because it was a similar scenario to you and Jungkook.

"Really Y/N, if I was in love with him, he would know.. I'm not like you. I act on my feelings" she winked as she took her books from her locker and walked away. She knew everything about Jungkook, just not his name. She was the type of person that thought you should jump on a flight right now. You wanted to do that too, but it just wasn't that easy.

"Here" Taehyung said behind you, turning you around and handing you a ticket. "What's this?" You replied. "It turns out, because we won most compatible, the school is treating us to a meal at the Italian restaurant next door" he laughed. You couldn't help but giggle, it sounded ridiculous. Yes, you loved him for who he was and especially his appearance but you didn't see him that way.

"So when are we going?" You laughed, taking him by surprise. "You want to go?" He asked, confused. "Sure, why not?" You asked back. He shook his head and you agreed that the coming weekend would be a perfect time.

You didn't want to tell Jungkook but you thought it would be funny.

Y/N: You told me you didn't want me falling for a Korean man but look! It looks as though other people want me too! Hahahaha *photo of the wall*

It took Jungkook around 4 hours to respond.

Jungkook: Lol

Was that it? 'lol'. You realised you really shouldn’t have sent him it, or he was just too busy to even care.

The weekend rolled around and you were quite excited to spend time with Taehyung alone. It had always been in a school setting with others so it made a change. He picked you up from home and drove you to the restaurant.

"Through here" the waiter smiled at you, placing you in your own room. "Woah, the school pulled out all the stops didn't they" you laughed. Taehyung looked confused at your slang. "I mean the school put in a lot of effort" you rephrased. "Oh yeah, they did" he nodded in agreement.

You were having general chit chat and it was lovely to get to know Taehyung on this level. He was even more caring and considerate than you thought and it made you think more about who he was as a person.

"Here, let me take that from you" he called as your plate was put down. You hated garnish and as soon as the pizza was put down in front of you, your face squirmed. "How did you know I hate garnish?" You asked, laughing at how quick he was to whip some salad from your plate. "Y/N, I've been with you every day for the past month, you realise these.. Quirks"

The conversation was flowing backwards and forwards and you didn't expect to get on with him as well as you did.

"You know Y/N, I really would like to do this again sometime" he suggested. The words took you off guard. "You mean, like a date?" You gulped down your last remaining bite of pizza. "I mean, if you see it like that?" He asked. You weren't over Jungkook and you thought you never would be, but then again, he'd been so distant to you recently, you had no idea what was going on. Here was a man treating you really well so how could you say no?

"Sure, why not spend more time together" you smiled. You didn't insinuate it was going to be a date, but you didn't deny it either. After the good time you had had tonight, you didn't really know what you wanted.

You arrived home and after saying goodbye to Taehyung, you immediately reached for the house phone to call Jungkook. No answer. You decided to text him instead.

Y/N: You know how I was voted the most compatible with a boy at school? Well as a prize we had to go for a meal together. It was really nice. I hope to show you the restaurant some day

Once again, it took him a long time to reply.

Jungkook: Hopefully

Hopefully? Was that it? No mention of the practical date you had just been on, not being bothered that you were voted compatible with another man? You felt slightly miffed and offended.

Jungkook had never treat you this way and you didn't like it, it brought a weird side out of you. You knew it was only because you loved him but at the end of the day, Jungkook wasn't there, but Taehyung was.

Y/N: When are we going to do that again then?

Taehyung: You really want too? Next week?

Y/N: Next week sounds good!

That was more like it, an instant text back.

At school, you both acted the same. Nothing was different, you were still both really good friends but there were some more flirting comments here and there.

"Can you just go on another date already?" Chae-Young non-chalentely commented. "We are" Taehyung smiled. Chae-Young's eyes lit up. "WAIT WHAT, Y/N, COME HERE NOW, TELL ME EVERYTHING!" She squeeled, grabbing your arm and taking you into the bathroom.

"What about your best friend? What's going on?" She spoke rapidly. "Chae-Young, really, it's no big deal. He asked if I wanted to do it again and I said yes. Why not? I love my best friend as you know but it's not practical. He isn't here. He's seemed so distant and has been so distant lately. I don’t know what's going on. But what's wrong with getting to know him a bit more?" You asked. "Nothing" she winked back.

That weekend, you went on another 'date'. This time, it was to the same Italian but you ordered a different main, you weren't having the pizza nightmare again. "Can I tell you a secret?" Taehyung stated. "Of course!" You said, sounding concerned.

"I really shouldn't be telling you this but I really trust you. Can I trust you?" He asked. You nodded your head. He thought about it for a moment before nodding himself, as if he was agreeing with the dilemma he had going on in his mind. "Y/N, I'm a trainee" he quickly admitted.

"You're a what?" You asked. You knew exactly what a trainee was, you just couldn’t believe it. "A trainee. I'm debuting soon.." He trailed off.

Everything started to make sense. "That's why you're at this school isn't it? You're so clever, I didn't believe it when you said that the previous school was so strict that it stopped you from learning." You admitted.

"I'm at this school to improve my English and I did find it hard at my old school, so that was correct but I'm here more because the company is just around the corner." He replied.

"Wait, you're training with BigHit Entertainment?" You gasped, slightly too loud as Taehyung covered your mouth. He nodded in response. "Holy shit" you breathed. "How's everything going?" You asked. "Well. I'm really close to all of the members which is good. They're all being revealed one by one but I'm the secret member who will be unveiled at debut" he confessed.

"Taehyung, do you think you should be telling me this much?" You asked. He could trust you, but you didn't think it was right for him to tell you, especially because his entertainment company was just around the corner. Anybody could be in the building.

"I'm telling you this much because you're the only person I can trust" he stated. You were shocked. You couldn't believe that he didn't trust anyone else but it made you feel great and it made you get butterflies in your stomach.

At the end of the 'date', Taehyung took you home and asked if you both could make it a regular thing. If anything, it was more casual than dating but you both knew it could take a sudden turn. However, you still agreed.

For the next 4 weeks, these 'dates' went on and it was the same routine. Taehyung would pick you up, on the drive there you would talk about his preperations for debut was going, you would pull up to the restaurant and apply your lipstick again, you would order a new item from the menu at the Italian, talk about how expensive the deserts were, he would pay because he refused to let you, even though you insisted on paying for the drinks, you would both talk some more about the week and spend an extra hour talking about the meal was finished, he would drive you home, you would talk at your door for about 15 minutes slumped against the wall, then you would hug goodbye and go inside.

You told Jungkook nothing. You both still spoke, but not about Korea.. Just life in general and things you spoke about back at home. You didn't want to mention about Taehyung, not at all.

This 6th date.. It was slightly different. "Does it feel weird that we've done this 6 times now and we've never questioned it?" Taehyung abruptly asked as you got to your front door. "What do you mean?" You asked, confused. "We've been on 6.. what I would call, dates, yet we're doing nothing about this?.. Do you like me?" He asked straight up. Honestly, you didn't know.

"Taehyung, I'm getting to know you. I've only known you a little over 3 months" you smiled. "It's the same feeling with me" he cooed back. You couldn't help but smile, the last time you got butterflies like this was when you first saw him.

"We'll do this a bit more and then decide okay?" You smiled. He nodded and replied with "okay". You really were being honest with him. You didn't know what was happening but you knew you were waiting for the moment Jungkook would tell you he loved you, just one more time, so that you could let the urge to have someone in your life other than Jungkook go. Taehyung was tring to fill a void that only Jungkook could fill and you knew this. You felt awful.

You froze as you thought about this in your head but saw Taehyung's lips coming towards yours. It was only a peck, but in that instant you knew.. There was no connection there. No spark. It was Jungkook you needed. But the radiating beam coming from Taehyung's face after the kiss caused you to smile out of awkwardness, but he didn't pick that up. Without you confessing, he walked away smiling, telling you that he couldn’t wait for another date.

"Chae-Young, help me!" You bellowed down the phone. She couldn't help but laugh. "He kissed you didn't he?". "How did you know?! Did he plan this?!" You questioned, your voice raised. "I don't know, but it wasn't planned with me. I knew it would happen that's all. I knew he would kiss you and you would call me panicking because you knew you were in love with Jungkook right?" She laughed more. "He thinks I'm going to go on another date with him because I didn't tell him other- wait.. Jungkook? How do you know his name is Jungkook?" You questioned, suspicious. "Do you think I can't read? I've been around your house and you have his letters strewn across your bedroom floor where his name is signed off at the end. His contact in your phone is Jungkook-ah with a love heart after it. You've name dropped before. You even wrote his name on the back of your ha-" "Right just stop there" you cut her off.

"Please tell me, what do I do?" You asked. "If I know anything about Taehyung, go out with him next week and then be honest with him" she suggested. You liked that idea. You'd rather do it in a nice and comfortable setting and routine than calling him or sending him a text.

The next week came around and you were nervous. Thankfully, school was over so you didn't have to see him that week and he had a lot of training at the company before other members arrived.

The 'date' happened the same way it always did but this time when you got to the door, he did something you weren't expecting. "You don't like me like that, do you Y/N?"

You felt like shit. You gulped before you said your brazen apology. "You're wonderful Taehyung, you truly are. You will be an amazing boyfriend for some girl but that girl isn't me" you spoke, not wanting to hurt his feelings. "I'm glad you're being honest with me Y/N" he smiled, giving you a hug. "I hope whoever the boy you're in love with knows it.. Or you're both missing out" he smirked. Wait.. What did he just say?

"What do you mean?" You asked him. "Y/N, I've known from the first day I met you that you were completely besotted with someone else. Do you not realise that every time your phone buzzes and it's your 'best friend' that you smile like an idiot? Even if you say he's being distant, you light up. I hope to make someone feel like that one day. You're a wonderful girl Y/N and that's why I wanted to pursue this and make you happy, but I know there's a time when good things must come to an end, especially when you know it's not right anymore. Fight for him Y/N, if it's the last thing you do" he spoke, giving you one last hug before leaving your door way. "We're still friends though aren't we?" He laughed, kissing your forehead, something he knew you loved when you needed comfort. "Of course!" You beamed, running to him and bringing him in for a big hug. You're glad it ended this way

"Taehyung!" You shouted as he walked away. He turned around looking confused. "Thank you.. For everything" you smiled. He nodded as if to say you're welcome and couldn't help but be happy that you were finally happy for once. You really both the best friends who would never fall in love, however, you had one best friend that you were and always had been in love with.

You didn't want Taehyung out of your life, he truly was a great friend. However, something about him not being so involved in your life now made it so much easier to show your desire for Jungkook.

*Jungkook's P.O.V*

"Taehyung, what are you doing here?" He asked. "Just saying goodbye to a friend" he smiled, shaking his hand. After a brief conversation, Taehyung continued down the stairs. Jungkook didn't notice where Taehyung had come from but he had a feeling. Taehyung realised he had no idea why Jungkook was there. "Hey wait.. Why are you here? You didn't need to be here for another week. Are you staying in these apartments before we move in?" Taehyung asked, his husky voice bellowing around the empty stair well. "No no, just saying hello to a friend... I'll call you tonight and explain" Jungkook responded continuing down the hall. He felt sick, he had a vague idea what was going on, especially because he saw Taehyung leaving from the direction of your apartment.

*Your P.O.V*

You closed the door and immediately heard muffled voices. You sat down at the kitchen island for a drink of orange juice but instantly there was a knock on the door. You opened it and the first thing you noticed were bags dropping to the floor.

"I thought you weren't going to fall in love without me?" Jungkook questioned, looking down at the floor where his bags had just dropped. Your heart was in your mouth. You couldn't find the words to speak let alone allow your mouth to form words. He was standing in front of you after 3 months of going insane without him. It felt wrong to run into his arms. You felt as though you needed to explain yourself, it was evident he saw another man coming to your apartment.

"I haven't" you admitted. You admitted. "He left because I told him nothing would ever happen.. Me and Taehyung have been really close as friends and I think not having you around made me want something more.. But I didn't want it with him. I knew that. I felt like I was using him and couldn't do it anymore. In the end he wasn't you and he was never going to be". Again, you wanted to run into his arms, but something didn't feel right.

"Jungkook, why are you here?" You questioned, tears filling your eyes, not knowing what to make of the situation. Jungkook gulped and looked around your apartment from the door way, not maintaining eye contact with you. "You know how you saw me dancing and singing in my room?" He asked. You nodded. "Well there's a reason for that.." He trailed off.

You stared at him, waiting for an explanation. It seemed crazy to you that he was even mentioning it, you only asked him what he was doing here. "Y/N.. You're more aware of the South Korean culture now.. Basically.. Um, sorry I'm becoming a spluttering idiot" he stated, taking a deep breath in. "I've been a trainee for nearly 2 years now, sorry I couldn't tell you but I wasn't allowed. You don't know how many times I have wanted to tell you Y/N. When you said you were moving to Korea, I was honestly thrilled.. I knew you would be there with me but I was scared too.. What if you moved and I didn't debut, what if you would not forgive me for lying to you.. What if you had moved on without me.." He gasped as his words were getting faster.

You couldn't help but smile. You knew this was something he had always wanted, always dreamt about and you didn't mind that he couldn't tell you. The tears were now rolling down your face and everything suddenly felt right again, there were no secrets.. Again, you wanted to run into his arms, everything felt right, so you did.

You wrapped your legs around his waist and nestled your head into his neck as he carried you. "I've missed you" you muffled into his neck, not wanting to let go. "I've missed you too" he announced back.

He pulled you off of him gently allowing you to stand again, even if your legs felt like jelly. There were no awkward silences, just silence. You felt at peace. That was until Jungkook broke it with a question you never thought you would hear in your life. "So, you're definitely not in love with another member of my group?" He asked. You looked at him rather confused. "Who?" You asked, shaking your head bewildered. He looked at you dead set in the eyes. "The man who just left your apartment, Kim Taehyung"

Part 4

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btssavedmylifeblr · 6 years ago

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Hi, Korean speaker here! You said the Korean anon message had been mistranslated, but looking at the inconsistent grammar and politeness tenses, it looks like that message itself was translated into Korean from another language. In other words, that anon doesn't speak Korean, definitely has no way of being involved in the Korean language fanfiction community (or whatever), but wanted to prove their reliability by pretending they spoke Korean. It seems like you're getting trolled.

Woah, this story just gets weirder and weirder…

I see what you mean about the politeness levels now that you say that. Okay, so the part you all didn’t see is that the person claiming to have sent the message did contact me off anon, speaking a bunch more Korean (which I am now noticing has the same weird Google translate problem that the original message did). They offered to help me find the link, then disappeared and deactivated. But they were using Korean text message abbreviations and such.

What an elaborate ruse for no discernible reason! They even had a whole fan account tumblr with pictures of Jimin! They didn’t want money or information about me or anything. They just really wanted me to believe they spoke Korean or were Korean for some reason.

At least this explains why I couldn’t find it after searching… 😅

Thank you so much for helping me out, anon who actually speaks Korean! 💕💕 What a weird thing!

#well #now I feel dumb #but like what was the point of that?#to make me feel dumb?#i don't get it...#my impulse to just delete all messages that seem strange proves to continue to be the right one #I'll keep that in mind for the future #Anonymous

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sol1056 · 6 years ago

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"subtle touches that Korean studios use to indicate a Japanese character" this is so interesting because i never thought of it that way, assuming that being made primarily for american tv audiences meant that that overrid the way studio mir would have made something for a korean audience. i'm not an american viewer and watch more anime than cartoons, and i actually thought shiro looked... more korean than japanese. but now i'd love to read a post about these visual cues you mention!

I’ve been trying to find my notes! I think it was an AAS conference, and unfortunately the professor’s gone to bed so I can’t ask for help jogging my memory. I’ll repeat what I can remember, but I’m pretty sure I’m forgetting some details. It’s a little disjointed ‘cause I’m trying to remember the specifics, so this isn’t quite up to my usual standards of citing chapter and verse. Sorry!

There are three levels (generally) of signaling, I think it’s called. Or maybe signifying? – this is where you’re using visual cues to tell the viewer what they’re seeing. If you’ve seen Mulan, when she’s revealed as a woman, her face shape changes slightly and I think her lips get pinker – those are signaling that we’re now supposed to ‘see’ her as female. Sometimes it’s relatively low-key, like just skin tone and, say, lips being full or thin. Other times it’s all-out by adding mannerisms, style of dress.

The first level of signaling is when the character is like you. There’s a difference in these two (like when each is used and what that means to the audience) but the default will either be way-distinct or way-bland. Distinct is when there’s special touches but they don’t mean ‘not like us’ (ethnically) but ‘a particular one of us’ – like, arched eyebrows and an upturned nose and rosebud lips. In other words, signaling an important character.

The way-bland is just the generic house style. The eyes will be larger and more expressive (not necessarily massive, just not teeny or only lines). Standard face shape, nose size, whatnot. In other words, any crowd shot’s gonna show you a hundred of these, and there’s your default. Even non-realistic cartoony styles are going to show you a default, like the Simpsons or South Park, and your brain goes, okay, these characters are like me.

The second level of signaling is for when the character isn’t entirely like you but is sort of. So, for an American audience but the character is Irish, or Italian, or Cuban. One signal is skin-tone, but if you remove that, you’re looking at the same basic style. Western also uses hair-color a lot, like a vaguely UK-ish accent + red hair is either going to mean the character is ‘Scottish’ or ‘Irish.’

For Japanese audiences, there are equally subtle little markers for Korean and Chinese. One is the eye shapes. Sometimes those are simply horizontal or angled lines. Another is face shape – pretty sure Chinese faces are indicated with roundness. In Korean manhwa, the Japanese characters tend to have more pronounced… uh, the line of the upper lash, leading out past the eye. Also a little bit of a tilt upwards at the outer corners. And Taiwanese representations of Japanese, the eyes are like that but even more exaggerated, sort of squinting.

It’s a kind of medium-othering? Sort of like us but just enough different that you can’t be entirely (or aren’t meant to be) comfortable with seeing the person as ‘like’ you.

And then there’s full-on othering, like when Anglo- or African-descent characters show up in anime: big noses, large square jaws, large lips, etc. Or look at the way non-western, non-white characters are represented in the Simpson. The face is almost as distinct as a main character, but it’s intended to make you go, woah, foreigner.

And then we get to the weird kind, which is when a studio in one country wants to make sure their animation will be marketed in another country. (Not quite the same as when a foreign studio does the in-betweening but close.) So what would’ve been a level of signaling for the in-country audience has to get flipped on its head, and the ex-country audience is still Othered but in a more idealistic fashion, I think would be the way to put it? Like, this is still identifying the character as not-like-us but in a more complimentary way.

(ETA: I’ve seen that complimentary-ish style for westerners, too, when the story is intended for overseas co-broadcast. it’s not that off default but it’s usually the nose and the jawline? and the shoulder width. something like that...)

Of course there’s another layer in here that you can see with Keith pre-timeskip and post-timeskip, which is that larger and more expressive eyes also indicate youth or innocence. As a more mature character, Shiro’s not quite as wide-eyed, literally. But I keep twigging on the way his eyes are drawn, and the way it sort of exaggerates the detail to hint at ethnicity without turning him into an outright caricature.

…and that’s about all I can remember at this late hour. There was a lot more about how the conventional styles developed for each country and the core influences but my brain is done with wording for the day. I know the guy also did several books on animation and movement, which were really fascinating – but I don’t know if he covered this particular topic. It was more of an extemporaneous end-of-panel discussion prompted by a question. Which is usually when you get the most fascinating answers. And now it’s bugging me that I cannot remember his name… uuuuuuh. Sorry!

#animation #ethnicity markers #srsly entire dissertations on this topic #it's only peripheral to my own area studies #so I could be totally off #all mistakes are my own #and apologies in advance of course #vld #voltron #meta

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poutyyybangtan · 7 years ago

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untitled - park jinyoung

genre: angst, fluff character pairing: park jinyoung (got7) x poc female reader warnings: it might be triggering to some because of the mention of abuse and hatred towards poc so proceed with caution a/n: i haven’t been able to think of new things to write for my stories but this little drabble/scenario has been playing in my head so i had to write it. enjoy!

chapter synopsis

“if you don’t trust me, why be with me?”

someone once told you that it wouldn’t be easy dating an idol. much less a korean idol.

it didn’t help that you, yourself, weren’t korean. sure, you had a little extra color in your skin more than most you seen when you walked down the streets of seoul. and sure your eyes were bigger and more rounder than everyone else’s. but besides physical stuff, you weren’t much different than anyone else. you bled the same color. you laughed at the same jokes. you understood the same language as everyone else. and you cried when your feelings were severely hurt.

you weren’t one to cry if someone heckled you once or twice. but if it became an everyday thing to the point where it effected your life, you were sure to break down. this was the second time you were sent home from work due to a customer who had complained to your boss about the color of your skin. your boss really didn’t want to fire you over something as trivial as skin and race, but you were really considering just quitting and moving back to the states.

the only thing tying you to korea is your long time boyfriend, jinyoung.

you and jinyoung had been together for five years (more like two), a bit on and off because of his career, but you would like to consider it five years. you were there when he joined jyp. you were ecstatic when he told you he was going to be in a duo group with someone else from the company. but the celebration was short lived when he also told you that you two had to break up because of the dating ban.

you could admit you were broken up about it, but jinyoung promised you that once the ban was lifted, you two could continue with the way you used to be. you couldn’t help but smile at that. was he really willing to wait so long to be with you?

and he was. he kept his word. once the managers informed them that the ban had been lifted, he called you to meet him at the building where he serenaded you and fed you your favorite pizza.

thinking back to all the hard work jinyoung went through to keep his promise, you felt it necessary to deal with all the hate that you were receiving from the crowd. it wasn’t all necessarily his fans (i mean there were a few fans online, but what are online words worth anyways?), it was the rest of the country who seemed to have an issue with a person of color dating a korean.

why you? why couldn’t people just accept biracial relationships? it’s the 21st century??

your thoughts carried you away to the point where you didn’t realize you had gotten home already. you frowned as you made your way to the elevator of your apartment building, dragging your feet to the elevator. you pressed the p button and leaned against the wall opposite the elevator doors. you were so absorbed in your self wallowing that you didn’t notice a body next to yours.

“long day?” the voice speaks, breaking you out of your trance. you peered to your left and seen your handsome boyfriend offering his signature warm smile.

“the longest,” you scoff.

“you’re home early,” he comments.

“it’s not like you would know when i’m off,” you scoff, feeling a tad bit annoyed. jinyoung was always busy with dance practice and promotions that you never really had the time to tell him what was wrong with you or what you were dealing with. you know, deep down, that it isn’t jinyoung’s fault. it was your own.

“woah, hey. what’s with the temper?” jinyoung chuckles. is he laughing at me?, you thought. your rational side was on mute, as your bitter and angry side warmed your body quickly.

“don’t worry. it’s not like you’d remember anyways, since you’re so busy with practice,” you scoff. the elevator dinged and the metal doors slid open and you walked away from him and stepped inside, pressing the floor level button and leaning against the wall facing where you were. jinyoung watched with bewilderment at your random burst of anger. it was very unlikely you.

you were very understanding of jinyoung’s career, and you never once complained about it. well, at least not to him. jinyoung started to wonder if there were feelings you were witholding from him and he started to feel bad. have you been hurting all this time, just by being with him?

jinyoung wasn’t oblivious to the harsh words that were sent your guys’ way. he was being belittled himself for dating a non-korean. hell, even his parents were a bit put off by the relationship. but that didn’t stop him. he believed, deep down, that your guys’ love was stronger than any hate sent your way. but maybe he was wrong.

you two said nothing as you both walked towards your apartment. you unlocked the door and said nothing to jinyoung as you slid your shoes off and headed into the kitchen to grab something to drink.

jinyoung followed you like a lost puppy, and you were starting to let all the childish and petty thoughts slip into your head a fuel your anger even further.

“are we going to talk about what just happened,” jinyoung finally said. you scoffed and turned to face him, your face warm with anger and a bitter smile on your lips.

“talk about what jinyoung? about the fact that this is the second time my job had to send me home for my own safety? or about the bandage i have wrapped around my upper arm because of the broken bottle someone threw at me? or how about the fact that i lied to you while you were in japan and said i was on vacation when really, i was in recovery because someone had jumped me outside of work and nearly beat me to death,” you snapped.

you did it. you broke. you snapped. you told him the truth.

you hadn’t meant to. all you said was supposed to be a secret because you knew jinyoung. you knew what was going to happen. and you knew what you had to do to stop it.

“maybe we should break up,” you murmur defeatedly.

“wh-what?” jinyoung stammers. you finally looked up at him and you wish you hadn’t. his mouth was slightly parted, disbelief and shock written on his features. his eyes were glossy and partly red as he tried to understand what you had said to him.

“why hadn’t you told me? i could’ve done something, anything!” jinyoung whimpers.

“oh, like what? security? making me tag along with you like a child? please, i might as well just stand outside with a sign that says ‘beat me, i’m not korean’,” you scoff.

“what, you think i can’t protect you?” jinyoung asks incredulously.

“is that what you get from all this? me questioning your masculinity?” you ask.

“no, that’s not what i meant. it’s just that--”

“what? jinyoung, there’s nothing you can do! don’t you get that? people will be mean and that’s just life. the only thing left for us to do is break up,” you sigh.

“dammit, there’s no way i’m letting that happen. don’t you love me? don’t you trust me?” jinyoung asks sadly. you said nothing.

you did love him. you did trust him. you wanted to be with him. but you couldn’t.

for the safety of yourself and him, it was best to just not be. you couldn’t be friends. you loved him too much to be just friends and you knew that you don’t have that much self-control to maintain a friendship with the man you loved. you had to let him go.

jinyoung scoffs before he slowly starts to back away from you, “You don’t trust me?”

silence was your best weapon right now. you knew that the moment you opened your mouth and spoke, your voice would break and he would know the truth. you looked away from him and down at the counter in front of you.

“if you don’t trust me, then why be with me?” he asks, his voice breaking.

“then maybe we shouldn’t be together,” you finally said, your voice hollow and empty. jinyoung shut his eyes and inhaled deeply.

“you don’t mean it,” he says. your leg bounced quickly in its spot and you looked up at him.

“you’re right. i don’t. but we shouldn’t be together. all this... pain. this hurt. i know you get it too, but, jinyoung, why are we forcing ourselves to live through this abuse? i love you. so fucking much that it’s literally aching my heart to be hurting you this way. but we need to stop before one of us seriously gets hurt,” you cry out, your voice betraying you. jinyoung ran up to you and pulled you into his chest, holding you tightly against him. you could feel the racing of his heart against your own chest. and you cried. you sobbed so hard that you were sure your throat was going to be raw by morning.

“please don’t do this. we can fix this,” jinyoung cries out. you held him tightly, unsure of what to do now. you wanted to be with him. g o d you wanted to be with him. but you seriously couldn’t handle another hospital visit anymore.

“how. how can we fix the broken world we live in?” you ask weakly.

“by being the change,” jinyoung whimpers.

and that was it. he was pushing to want to be with you and who were you to deny his efforts. you loved the man so much that you were willing to deal with the beating you took. to deal with the harsh words of outsiders.

but the outsider didn’t understand the love you held for one another. and would they ever? more than likely not, but you didn’t care.

the overwhelming concern for his safety was still present and you wanted jinyoung to know this.

“jinyoung, i--”

“you’re scared for my safety. i know. and i’m scared for yours. but we can fix this. we can change this. please. baby, please let me help you. you can’t keep shit like you being hospitalized a secret from me. just.. don’t give up. not now,” he pleaded.

despite the large part of your mind screaming for you to say no. to not cave in.

but then you think about the late night calls. the promise jinyoung kept when he said you two could be together. how hard he worked to stay on the right path to get the ‘ok’ to finally be with you. how he had to cave in to their every demand with the crazy dieting and weightloss, the late night practices, the long hours spent in the studio, the constant flying and being away from home. it wasn’t easy on him and it still isn’t. you knew his parents and how unaccepting they were of you two. but you knew that he was willing to fight for the two of you.

so who were you to not try as hard?

“okay baby. if you believe in us, if you really, truly believe in us, than okay. let’s fix the world together,” you finally respond. you could literally feel the weight of all this lift from his shoulders as he relaxed into you.

“it’s you and me, baby. let’s change the world together.”

#got7 #got7 scenarios #got7 jinyoung #park jinyoung scenarios #got7 angst #kpop #kpop angst #kpop scenarios

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stanvicton1109-blog · 7 years ago

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Byungchan Day Fansigning/ SBS Inkigayo Recording

Hey Guys I know I am late with this story but better late than never. I am sorry. I just been so busy with all the Victon promotions and school assignments

So to start off the first recording for this era for myself was SBS Inkigayo’s pre-recording and Victon’s fan check in was at 8AM and I had to be there so I could get my sticker and get my number in line, I ended up being level 2 number 18 it was worth it I got to see the boys preform Remember Me! It took maybe 20 minutes I waited 2 hours for 20 minutes of Victon yes it was wild epsecially when the SBS Inkigayo studio is literally over an hour and a half away on the train, that is not the point it was cold and I had Victon to warm me up. After the pre-recording ended I left to the area where the fansigning was being held to pick up my seat number since Victon held their fansigning drawing through M2U records this time I had to go to the store I bought the albums at to draw my number I ended up being number 43. After I drew my number I went to eat because it is after noon at this point and I was dying since I woke up at 5AM I was beyond hungry and tired. After a few hours I bought Byunchan’s birthday a gift and labeled my album and went to the fansigning building. I was about an hour early, I eventually met up with my friends who came to the fansigning as well. After time passes it is time to go inside for the fansigning to start. The boys were a little late.

I am waiting my other friends got good numbers and one friend of my friends got a later number. While waiting my friend Ari comes back to her seat is like Porscha Guess what?? I am so confused I am like what?? She processeeds to tell me that Victon has seen her videos of them and I am so shook like oh my gosh she was freaking out I was like shookth I could not believe it either but mayber 30 minutes later it is my time to go. After getting my album checked it is time for me to go.

Sejun is first he sees me and he is like Oh... Youtube Star before I even sit down I am like woah what excuse me? He tells me that he saw me on youtube. I was like ohh. He proceeds to explain to me how Ari Vlogs her camera and such, he asks me that we always come together right. And I tell him yes and that she is recording behind me and he waves to her camera, and he tells me let’s wave to her camera together and I was like huh??? okay..... Sejun please I turn around and we wave together then he tells me Thank you for loving Victon like this. I was touched by his words he also wrote it in my book and it is time for me to move to the next member Subin

Subin sees me moving to him and is smiling like a little cheeky baby, and we greet each other and he is like I saw you on youtube and I am like oh god really? He is said it is interesting, Subin is such a smol bean he asks me what will I do tomorrow I tell him I will sleep. Then he says that he has a test next week. At first I was confused about what he was asking me I thought he was asking me did I have a test next week and then he clarified saying he has a test and then I was like oh okay, he then asked me to give him fighting and I did of course I gave him FIGHTING SUBIN! He thanks me and then I move to Seungsik

Seungsik is such a beautiful man, I love him so much as soon as I sit down he noticed that I changed my hair style, I took out my braids and straightend my hair and he told me that he liked the new hairstyle too, and I replied to him with I like his hair color and he replied that it was a relief that I liked it, then he asked me which hairstyle Iiked more his purple in the photobook or his blue hair and I told him I liked both, then I told him I went to Inkigayo today, and that I like is suspenders. I was damn broken, he finishs signing my album and I start moving to Hanse

Hanse sees me moving and looking at me says Hello Hello, and I am like hi! Hanse looks at my name after signing the page and asks me in Korean How do you spell this in English even though my name is written in plain English I spell it out for him like P O R S C H A, and when he is finished he like ohhhh and then he looks at me and he is like oh you changed your hair, Yes I changed it, and he then tells me cool, we smile at each other and he explains to me in Korean at how his english is not good I tell him my Korean is not that goos, and he tells me that now he will study English harder, an I am like okay!. Then we wave at eachother and I move to Seungwoo

My man Seungwoo was very sick that day he ran off stage a few times durning the fansign, I move to him and he sees my name and he says it like Porschaaa porschaaa porschaaa, and I am like yeah yeah yeah, hahahahah we laugh and he asks me did I eat and I tell him yes and he looks at me and notices that my hair is different and he says that ohh you changed your hair and I am like yes then he says its cool and gives it a thumbs up, he asks me why I changed it and I just said it was time and he just nods, and we wave each other off I just wanted to move on fast because I could barely talk my mouth was really dry, and he was sick I didnt want to keep him and he says thank you and I move to the birthday boy Byungchan

Byunchan is such a curious George, I sit and put this big ass Kakao friends bag on the table, The following conversation happens in English, Byungchan asks me if it is a birthday gift for him and I say yes, he asks me what kind of gift I tell him a shirt and he asks me Kakao friends shirt?? I tell him no, and he like I wonder what kind of gift this is? then he asks me If I am sick because of my lack of speaking I almost shout no but I just say no,and he says ahh okay and finish signing my page he shakes my hand and passes my book to Chan and I move to chan

Chan is last and I am dead I was so dead by then end of this like I was shocked I said things on my own, We great each other and Chan has a hard time finding his photo and when he finds it he say found it, and then he signs my page, he asks me something in Korean about liking something and the word I do not understand I repeat it back to him and he then says it in English and what he was trying to ask me was How Do I Like the 4th Album and I reply to him that I liked it, and then I mention Highlight’s (Beast) Junhyung but I was trying to say he did a good job producing the song, but it got caught because I realized that I did not know how to say that, but chan probably knew that I liked the song alot not Junhyung ohhh god!! he says thank you and it is time for me to go and I leave off the stage.

After that I was like dead, I waved to Subin, and he waved back. The boys wished Byungchan a happy birthday, they preformed Remember Me. Byungchan asked the staff, if the fans could have a hi-touch, since he asked the fans what did they want to do for his birthday, and they said hi-touch, the staff said no, and they had a photo time with Byungchan and his birthday cake and his birthday cake, it was so cute, Their remember me performance was supposed to be a cute ver. but it was kind of a regular version. Overall it was an eventful fansigning, Also another thing though Seungwoo ran off a few times he always brought back a banana for the fan that was waiting for him or a cuti, one member even drew on a fan’s banana, then before they wrapped up Sejun gave a peeled cutie to a fan it was so sweet. The fansign was interesting I cant wait to go back again I miss them so much.

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aesjae · 7 years ago

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[NCT 127 + Ten] Reaction to s/o being multilingual

A/N: Hello~ Thank you for the request! Sorry that it may have been a bit late as I am busy with examinations and studies at the moment! I also apologise that this reaction would not be as long as the other reactions. I have slightly changed it to their s/o being multilingual to accommodate a larger scale. I hope you enjoy~

P.S. Wow you are for being able to speak 4 languages fluently?? I’m only bilingual --

P.P.S I realised I have been inconsistent in using ‘s/o’ and ‘you’ so I’ll just write in the assumption of you being the respective members’ s/o!!

Style/ Genre: Reaction / - Date posted: 18/07/17

Taeil:

I think Taeil would actually be quite amazed when he first learns about your ability to speak multiple different languages fluently. Even after claiming you as his, he would constantly admire you for this ability. He may sometimes forget about you being a linguist, and whenever you meet people of other nationalities/ race and speak to them in English/ their native language, or even go overseas with him, he would just look at you, mouth agape and you can sense that immense amount of admiration exuding from Taeil.

Johnny:

Johnny being a linguist himself would actually find the prospect of having s/o being as fluent in languages as he is very very fun. He would probably enjoy having to speak to his s/o in multiple languages in one conversation and cracking various linguistic jokes. He may even suggest teaming up with his s/o on some occasions to speak to other members in multiple languages, and just ultimately confusing them. I personally think Johnny would really like playing with languages, and having a s/o to be able to do so with him would be a bonus.

Taeyong:

Taeyong, being the mum he is, would probably first feel admiration for you, which quickly changes into pride. He would enjoy hearing you speak in multiple languages to different groups of people, from Korean to him, English to the English-speaking members and foreigners, and also your native languages while on the phone with your family members and friends. Whenever he finds something written/ said in English, he may ask you to repeat it and explain it to him, with an addition of requesting of you to translate that particular word or phrase into the other languages you know.

Yuta:

Yuta would definitely feel very amazed of your linguistic ability. Whenever he hears you speaking fluently in English/ other languages apart from Korean he would have this exaggerated expression, “wOW (Y/N) that was awesome. Do it again!! Please, please~~” like every. single. time. Why is Yuta so extra At the same time he would admire the amount of dedication and hard work you had put in to attain fluency in multiple languages. Even though Yuta may not express his admiration to you in the most obvious and sincerest manner, his heart would always warm seeing how you would use your linguistic ability to inclusively communicate with larger groups of people.

Doyoung:

Doyoung being the talkative person he is, would actually enjoy conversing with you in the multiple languages you can speak, even though he may not be very good in them. He may secretly study these particular languages for you, because he wants to understand everything you say, and you may mysteriously find Doyoung being able to understand what you say in non-Korean on a gradual level. However, due to his busy schedule, you may not really suspect anything since you may think he may not even have the time to learn something new, but what you didn’t know was that Doyoung was spending all his rest time dedicating himself behind the books, studiously studying while his hyungs and dongsaengs were resting and playing at another corner.

Ten:

Ten! Another linguist other than Johnny. Since Ten is a really fun person who enjoys the diversity of culture, he would be very excited upon first learning that you are fluent in numerous languages. For those languages that both of you are mutually fluent in, he would constantly mix up the different languages in your conversations, and for those that he doesn’t know, he would voluntarily learn them directly from you. He would enjoy the languages classes from you, and would practise pronouncing the words, and whenever he pronounces them wrongly, he may feel a bit frustrated, before calming down and telling himself that the hard work is all worth it if it’s all for you.

Jaehyun:

Jaehyun would be wiggly wiggly inside whenever you spoke in numerous languages! His breath would just be taken away when you spoke in foreign languages, and he may actually find that quite sexy. Whenever you spoke something not in Korean, you can automatically see his dimples surfacing on his face. Trademark dimples i’m not so lowkey loving them He may enjoy guessing whatever you have said in other languages, and act as a little child as he learns bits and pieces of words from you, pouting whenever he got them wrong.

Winwin:

Winwin has been struggling with 2 languages ever since he came to Korea, so I think he would really look up to you as an ultimate role model. He might be really confused as to how you’re able to juggle multiple languages (he might even be formulating theories about it 😂) like a little innocent child. Not that he isn’t But like Taeil, definitely a lot of admiration for you! Jokingly, he may call you “sunbae” or even “seonsaengnim” (teacher), and plead you to teach him some simple phrases, and pronouncing them with some difficulty.

Mark:

I can already picture Mark making that ‘wOAH’ face hearing you speak in multiple languages for the first time. (We all know what face that is) He would be exclaiming the whole day and be would be extremely amused by how talented you are in terms of linguistic ability. Adorable Mark might even be this hopeless romantic, purposely learning “I Love You” in all of the languages that you know, and send all versions to you via messaging on a daily basis.

Haechan:

Haechan would have the most exaggerated reaction apart from Yu(ex)t(r)a. He may proudly boast about your linguistic abilities to everybody he meets -- his members (on a daily basis even though they already know), his family members, his classmates, his friends, even the staff in every store both of you visit. Maybe when Johnny, Ten and Mark try to tease him by bombarding him with English, he would be like “You think you are very big? My girlfriend can speak English too!” But he’ll be pulling you to the side and softly pleading to you to help him roast the other members back, since his English CMI.

(This gif tells me that his Mandarin CMI just as much ..)

This is to all the multi-linguists out there! You are all damn right amazing and I really admire all of you for your hard work and dedication AND SMARTS to be able to transit between numerous languages quickly. Admiration x10000000

And if I do have the opportunity I would definitely love to learn some phrases of foreign language from my readers!!

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