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[star-paths]

@pillowxtalk clicked ♥ for a starter!

Ben reached across the outdoor table to pluck up a pair of french fries off the other’s tray, quickly stuffing them in his mouth before Taeil had the opportunity to complain. He’d flash the man a grin that probably should have been guiltier, but it was clear he was unrepentant in his theft.

“The new single is sounding really good — when do you all release?” he picked up his drink and shook the cup a little to test how much was still left; enough to slurp the straw a few good times.

[heartshakerz]

i wish jyp made twice’s lovely’s and itzy’s wdzy more accessible to international fans like they do their other group…

[star-paths]

Ben gave Taeil a flat-expressioned side-eye as he revealed Ben's great 'secret' to the chat. He wouldn't ruin the fun by saying 'if it was going to happen it would have happened by now,' and instead feigned a chuckle.

"Welp... ya caught me," he joked, taking another drink of wine to avoid saying something too ridiculous that might come around to bite the both of them in the ass later. It would be a bigger chore than he realized not speaking to Taeil the way he usually did — all inappropriate jokes and immature behavior that neither of them could really get away with in their daily lives; truly terrible influences on one another. Who let them do this again?

He was thankful when the subject changed to holiday plans, nodding as his gaze drifted toward the ceiling, trying to recall their schedule. "Mm, yeah. G1 Entertainment invited us to share their Holiday stage with a few other groups and couple of their own — FenIX, is one of them I think. Then we're filming an interview with Jenni Choi for her show New Beats," he turned then to address the chat that had tuned in.

"Please come and watch if you get the chance, we'd be really grateful," he bowed his head politely, hoping even if none of them enjoyed UNA1's music they might at least be moved by his earnestness.

"When's the last time you got to see your family?" he turned his attention to Taeil again. It was no secret that the idol life didn't always leave as much time for family as most would like — he himself had not seen his family in close to nine months.

Taeil was glad he had managed to become friends with someone, that was part of the industry that didn't have the perfect image. UNA1 just like his group Renegades wasn't afraid to simply show they were human and that they had human reactions to things. And he had been rooting for Ben and his group that things would die down and they could continue as a group. If it hadn't worked out he would have suggested that they joined the label he was part of.

The young male let out an amused chuckle in reply to his friend's words and then gave him a cheeky smile after they clinked their glasses. "Cheers." He said before sticking his tongue out at Ben in a playful manner. "I'm a cuddler so if you refuse to cuddle I need to huge the blankets or the pillow." Taeil teased the other before glancing at the screen, giving the camera a mischievous grin. "He is afraid to get addicted to sleeping in the same bed as I am."

Next he took a sip of the wine while reading through the chat, a hum coming from him. He had his phases during which he enjoyed having a glass of mine and the other times he rather drank a beer or other alcohol beverages. It wouldn't be the first time for the idol to get drunk during a live, but for the time being he didn't plan to. But while being with a friend not always things went like he had planned and he would just go with the flow.

As Ben asked him a question he turned his head to look at him. "I plan to go visit my family and big brother for one day. Other than that I'll try to spend some time with a friend so if you need some company I'll be your guy." Taeil said and then took another sip of his wine. "Yes, my group is still set to perform for one of the new years program. Also thank you for wanting to watch it with your friends as support." He smiled and then turned his attention back to the other male. "And will your group hit the stage too?"

[shina913]

Percussions | MYG

Pairing: MYG x Fem!Reader

Rating: Rated-R; 🔞 NSFW

Genre: Mafia!AU; Assassin!AU; angst

Summary: Min Yoongi, a former CIA explosives expert, now works as a hired hitman. You contact him to enlist his help in exacting revenge on a family of mobsters who murdered your family years ago. Complications arise when Yoongi finds a personal connection to your case.

Warnings: depictions of violence, namely: a bomb explosion, fist fight, mentions of blood, a gun aimed at close-range; cussing; thoughts of revenge

Word count: 2.1K+

⚠️ Please bear in mind that this is a work of fiction. Still, I'm trying my best to avoid being too explicit about the crime and violence included here. Please proceed with caution! If there is any warning that I've failed to list, please tell me so and I will correct it right away. Thank you!

A/N: This was initially something I had in mind based on this Anon ask but I don't know if it really fulfills it. It sort of turned into something else.

Anyway, I don't know what I want this to be yet. I guess I'm testing the waters as this is the first time I'm trying to write in this type of genre/au. Thanks to @internetjunkdrawer and @itdoesntmatterwhy for looking this over and for pushing me to add nuance to this story. I’m including you in here, too @yoongukie-ff for the overall encouragement 🥹

I hope it's good enough!

Ten years ago, Captain Min Yoongi and Colonel Kwang Chunghee were explosives specialists working for the CIA. After months of planning, they were finally ready to carry out their mission to take down a notorious drug kingpin.

However, while waiting for the car transporting their target, they were surprised to see a young girl in the backseat with him – his daughter. Yoongi instantly knew that this would complicate things and expressed his frustration with the recon team for overlooking this crucial detail.

Yoongi suggests to Kwang that they abort the mission to spare the innocent child. He points out that they have another window of opportunity tomorrow since they have the target's daily routine memorized. Kwang insists that they see it through. "We've watched this guy for months. It's now or never, Min! We need this guy dead, or it's our asses on the line.”

Yoongi hesitates, standing his ground and refusing to harm any innocents.

"As your superior, you need to proceed with the mission, Captain!" Kwang barks at him.

"But what about the girl?" Yoongi argues.

"Fuck the girl!" Kwang yells, ignoring Yoongi's pleas. "She is collateral damage. Now, I repeat, you will proceed with the mission. That's a fucking order!"

Reluctantly, Yoongi obeys. The explosion itself goes without a hitch, but it kills the child in the process.

Yoongi is devastated by the child's wrongful death but brushes it aside. It's all part of the job.

As he walks back toward their vehicle, Kwang ambushes Yoongi by slamming him against a sharp corner of the truck, where he sustains injuries to his face.

“Don’t you dare fucking go against my orders again, Min! I taught you everything I know–and you dare question my authority?” He shouts.

Yoongi, angered by the unprovoked attack, tries to fight back but Kwang pulls his gun on him. He instinctively puts his hands up, his right eye blinded by the blood dripping into it. Must be an orbital fracture.

“Are you going to kill me too, Colonel?”

Kwang smirks. “You’re a specialist, captain. You deserve worse.” He kicks Yoongi in the stomach, making him lose his balance. He points his gun at him again. “I’ll tell the Major General that you tried your best but made a tactical mistake so I had to finish the job for you.”

In his anger, Yoongi makes a grab for the gun. Kwang is caught off-guard, lost in his ego trip, and is outmaneuvered easily.

Yoongi attacks Kwang savagely. “You like watching them die, don’t you? You sick fuck!” He continues to beat him to a pulp. “That’s not what we stand for!”

“Admit it,” Kwang laughs, “You like it, too.”

“My job is not who I am, Colonel. I just happen to be good at it. But you?” He shook his head. “You need to be stopped!”

Yoongi finally backs off and leaves Kwang bloodied and bruised. He takes the first flight out to return home. Upon his arrival, he resigned and reported Kwang's actions to their superiors and the ethics committee. Kwang was subsequently discharged from service.

Yoongi is still troubled by memories of his last mission, despite his efforts to move on. The thought of the child's death continues to haunt him and he feels guilty for what happened. Kwang's words have also left a deep impact on him and he struggles to forget them. He knows he did the right thing by reporting Kwang's actions, but sometimes wonders if he could have done something differently during the mission. 

Going into his assignment, he knew difficult decisions would have to be made. All he wanted was to serve his country and protect innocent lives, even if that meant sacrificing a few bad ones.

Perhaps the end did justify the means.

****** 

Years later, Yoongi lives a solitary life.

He works as a freelance hitman. Some days, he is still haunted by the ghosts of his past. He doesn’t enjoy what he does for a living but the fact was, he was very good at it. Even with an honorable discharge, the pension was shit.

He found an untapped market for his skills and it’s proved to be very lucrative.

Desperate people contact him through an encrypted, closed-circuit online system that caters to assassins and mafia lords. Yoongi specializes in “tailoring” his explosions; building and planting bombs that blow up only the intended target while leaving innocent bystanders unharmed.

But he only takes the cases that interest him.

He fires up his laptop and logs into his personal server, entering a code to access it. It had been months since he last checked his messages. He was losing interest in the business and slowly starting to back away from it.

There were a handful of notes waiting for him, including a few from the same person. The latest one had just come through minutes ago, reading: "Please. Free me from this."

He practically knows your screen name by heart based on your previous online exchanges. He was intrigued by your initial posting and responded to gain some basic information. During his independent investigation, he discovered that not only was there an emotional connection between you and the targets, but their known associates made him mark the job as a red flag. He decided to skip your next few messages and instead moved on to another job that seemed simpler.

Now that he's back, he could clearly see how persistent you still were.

While pondering what to do next, he switches to another open tab on his screen, which shows the current funds he has amassed.

Nine figures. That is above and beyond any amount he has ever had in his possession. He should be content with it. He could cash out and disappear. All he has to do is shut his laptop down and run the self-destruct 'eraser' installed in it to wipe it clean but that was too easy.

The messages you sent to him were desperate and frantic…because you were.

They say you’re the best. Name your price.

I want them dead.

I’m ready to give you all of my money, just help me.

One thing about Yoongi is that, although he is practical and realistic, he’s unafraid to push the envelope. Part of that is due to his ego, and the fact that he is good at what he does. His colleagues in the military said so, and all of his clients in the criminal underworld say the same.

His eyes fixate on the "call" icon on the screen. His cursor hovers over it, hesitating. He never calls any of his clients unless there is a problem with the job or payment, both of which are rare occurrences. He prides himself on always getting the job done and receiving prompt payments.

"What the heck," he says to himself. He’s bored, and he could do the job with one hand tied behind his back. Besides, the money could pad his wallet a bit more.

Finally, he clicks on the call icon. He waits as the line trills on the other end.

After two rings, you answer. “Hello?”

Surprised by the sound of your voice, which is soft and calm, he takes a moment to respond. It’s the opposite of the agitated tone in your most recent message.

“Are you there?” You ask softly, increasing the volume in your encrypted app.

“I’m here,” he finally says. “I just saw your messages.” He lied. He had seen your messages before. He just chose to ignore them in hopes that you’d move on but you just wouldn’t let up.

“I apologize for calling you late at night.”

“No problem at all. It’s not like I sleep these days anyway,” you reply. “Does this mean that you’re picking up my contract?”

He pauses again before answering as if considering his words. Perhaps he thinks you'll take the hint if he's more straightforward. "I don't think I'm the right person to do this for you," he finally says.

You almost whine, "Why not? I think you're exactly the person who can get the job done for me."

He smirks. "And you believe that blowing these people up is the key to your revenge? Why not go to court?"

"The courts are on their payroll," you deadpan.

He pokes his tongue against his cheek and tries to offer an alternative. “I know some other guys. Trained snipers—“

“No,” you say curtly. “Bullets,” you sigh, “...can be imprecise. I’ve waited too long and put up too much money just to miss. I want insurance. I want them to suffer as I suffered.”

This wasn’t a new sentiment for Yoongi. He’s picked up contracts ranging from business squabbles to someone who just wanted to intimidate a rival. It was all very cut and dry.

He wasn’t much for personal vendettas. Too messy.

“I hear you can control your explosions.” You say. “They say that you can shape your charges, create shells to restrict the range—“

“That’s an oversimplification of a very complex and intricate process.” He interjects.

You smile into the phone. It seems you struck a nerve. “Explain it to me then,” you coax him.

“People don’t usually want to hear all that. They don’t care for the details.” Nobody wanted to listen to him wax poetic about different types of detonation cords.

“But I want to hear it. Plus…I like the sound of your voice,” you say smoothly.

“Hm,” he chuckles. “Flattery won’t make me reveal my trade secrets to clients.”

Confidence growing, you say, “Oh, I’m your client now?”

His screen quietly pings with your exact coordinates. He could very well hang up at this moment to let you know that he wasn’t interested in the job. And yet, there was something about you that made him want to stay on the line.

Yoongi leans his head back. He has amassed more than enough money from previous contracts to buy a generous plot of land in the middle of nowhere and retire there. Completely disappear. The urge to quit has been coming up more often. 

But today, he would resist that urge again. Deciding to play coy, he says, “Give me some more time to think about it. I’ll call you back.”

“When?” You ask eagerly.

"I'll send you a message on the server an hour in advance so you can expect it," he says.

As he prepares to hang up, in an act of desperation, you blurt out, "That's not good enough! I need something more reassuring. Is it the money? Do you want more money? I have it!"

"It's not the money—"

"I can help you!"

"And how do you propose to do that?"

"We can work together."

He scoffs. You really are desperate. "I don't need a partner." He always works his contacts solo. He doesn't want to babysit anyone, much less split the paycheck.

"I have an 'in'."

"What do you mean, you have an 'in'?"

Now he's interested. You smile to yourself.

Your target is the most powerful family in the city. Breaking into their inner circle won't be easy, as they have deep, intricate connections. Even the most calculated assassins wouldn't dare cross that line.

But you've spent more than half of your life preparing for this, investing countless hours in planning and scheming. All you need now is a triggerman, and not just any triggerman—you want somebody who can annihilate your enemies.

"I'll show you mine if you show me yours," you tease him, holding back your pocket aces until he calls your wager.

"Listen," he says impatiently, "I don't have time for games."

"You think I'm playing a game?" you laugh humorlessly. "This is so much bigger than that. These people made the mistake of letting me live. I'll make them regret it."

Your agitation continues to build up. You've been in contact with him for nearly a month now, not counting the time he was offline. He was the only one who responded to messages after revealing your intended target. You don't want him to ghost you again - you're so close! You need him. You soften your tone and push your luck again. "Please. Is there anything I can do to seal this deal? Maybe we can meet?"

"I don't meet," he cuts you off, his finger absently grazing the scar over his eye. He glances at the timer on his screen and sees that he's been on the phone with you for nearly two minutes. He makes a mental note to reconfigure his network scrambler once he ends this call. "And I'm already breaking my rules by calling you," he says wryly, but you're still not about to let him off the hook.

"So why then? Why even call me? Why string me along?"

After a few beats, he says, “I was curious to find out what you sounded like.”

“And?”

Yoongi was never one to back down from a challenge. One last job, he thought. And maybe, once he’s eliminated these targets, he could have some of that peace and freedom that you yearned for.

“Turns out, I like your voice, too.”

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[commajade]

hi im trying to learn more abt north korean refugees from the korean war or more generally conditions in north korea during the war and its been like...rly challenging to find resources since the search engines will conflate them with defectors and what resources i do find tend to be "there were north koreans refugees. there were alot...a lot of them died...some did not" and not about why they fled or what was happening in north kroea at the time. i can make inferences from what i do know, but i was wondering if you had any resources or recommendations on where i could look since ive found ur dprk resources super informative & helpful in the past!

hello!

during the war, there was not yet a concept of a korean person being from the north or the south and that's probably a reason why you can't find specific resources if you're searching in that direction. generally, refugees fled to manchuria, china, russia, and japan. they tried to farm in these regions, tried to become educated and learn skills and crafts, and/or were part of anticolonial organizing efforts. the migrations to these areas began much before the war and there were sizable korean populations in these regions as early as the late 1800s and the 1910s.

a notable example is find very interesting is that there were enough communist koreans in russia and climbing the political ranks of the government at the beginning of the 20th century that in 1937, stalin had every korean person rounded up and sent to central asia (kazakhstan, uzbekistan, etc) under suspicion of them being japanese spies. which i personally think inspired the US to create japanese internment camps.

my understanding is that the borders to manchuria and china were not heavily enforced before the war and military occupation of the area so it was very common for people in the northern areas of the korean peninsula to travel back and forth for trade and live across the border for agricultural conditions.

for wartime conditions in the region, the northern half of the peninsula was bombed more severely than the southern half and the southernmost tip of the land is the only area where the trees on mountains are the original ones and not newly planted after the war (usually by the park chunghee administration). agriculture is more difficult in the north because of the terrain and the majority of the flat and fertile farming soil is in the jeolla province so the north was more likely to develop communist style industry, so the U.S. focused on flattening any man made infrastructure in the area. many people fled across borders and many people hid in caves in the mountains because the peninsula is very mountainous with many caves. for resources, i don't have anything more specific than what's already in my dprk tag! check the dprk study guide for further reading.

overall, many people fled korea from the late 1800s to after the war in the 1950s because of japanese labor exploitation and cultural persecution, artificially produced famine conditions because of japanese resource exploitation and then the effect of the U.S. bombings on the environment, and the sheer death and destruction of the bombings and ground military troops.

hope this is helpful and lmk if u have more specific questions i can answer!

[logan-jones]

"i don't track the times they come in and out, boss." comes the retort, perhaps a tad more snarky than needed. rex and reza are responsible for their own hours, she's not going to police them on it. if they don't want to work, that's on them, they'll have to deal with the consequences from chung-hee. plus, she already didn't like her coworkers much, she wasn't going to lie to cover for their sorry asses. in fact, it might be amusing if they get chewed out by their boss.

"i was just finishing up anyway." with that, she closes the hood of the car she was working on and tosses the dirty rag into a bucket near her station. there isn't anyone waiting to have their car worked on, so no need to keep her tools out either. she methodically puts them away, then closes the garage door. "closing up early? i guess that makes sense, considering only one of the staff members is still here."

He raised his hand and looked at his watched, before cursing under his breath in his native tongue, his hands on his hip as he shifted his weight from side to side. “It’s not even lunch time yet.” Chung-Hee knew there was no point in grumbling when both his workers were already gone, but he couldn’t simply contain his annoyance, especially when it came to Reza. Not after he learned what went on between that bastard with his Chae. Chae might be an adult, but that didn’t stop him from fretting over the young witch as he always did.

Chung-Hee turned to Logan, brows furrowed together and lips pressed into a thin line. “Nothing.” He then heaved a heavy sigh and shook his head. “Are you done with that?” He pointed at the car Logan was working on. “If you are then come inside. Make sure you clean yourself up and close the garage door.” There wasn’t much traffic today, so he figured it wouldn’t hurt. He hoped that Rex would know to stay out of trouble, though looking at those two’s interaction so far, he doubted Rex was any better.

Gods helped him.

[star-paths]

( @dollieour continued from x )

He might have been persuaded to change up his tactics except for the hint of teasing in the other’s voice — the chuckle causing his cheeks to warm both from embarrassment and fondness for the patient guest who let him toy with those luxurious strands.

“You should put the rest of those chips in your pretty mouth and let me work,” he retorted in joking petulance, giving Juniper’s hair a playful tug before leaning down and kissing him on the crown of the head.

He returned to the task at hand with renewed determination, glancing up only now and then to the TV droning in the background.

“How was training this week? I wanted to stop by yesterday but Dae needed me to re-record a part.”

[newleafkr]

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[star-paths]

Ben let out a sheepish laugh, his chin dipping toward his chest as color flooded up his neck and into his cheeks, waving his hands in denial as he shook his head, "don't be silly — your singing is wonderful. Ties it all together!" he reassured her with a warm smile.

It had been a fun experience, collaborating with her, the first he'd done on his own outside of UNA1, and he felt sure it was a solid piece if for no other reason than that she worked so hard on it. He'd only showed up to add a little mixup to the track.

At her offer he considered for a moment before placing his hands together in a gentle plea, "I'd love some water, if it's not too much trouble. I can come with you and get it myself if you want."

Gyunghui & Ben・❥・@star-paths

"At this point I'm convinced you should rap the whole song, we don't need my singing," Gyunghui joked. Known for being rather quiet around other public figures, she could open up once some time had passed. Fortunately, their love for music did the rest. "Would you like something to drink? We've been here for hours after all."

[edwin776]

The Korean "Comfort Women": Movement for Redress - Chunghee Sarah Soh

Asian Survey , Dec., 1996, Vol. 36, No. 12 (Dec., 1996), pp. 1226-1240

The article "The Korean Comfort Women: Movement for Redress" by Chunghee Sarah Son summarizes the whole crisis historically. By providing the fact that the Korean women were drafted, based on an actual victim's experiences, the author denies the claim by the Japanese government that the young ladies from Korea "volunteered" themselves.

Sarah also notes that "Japan has adopted the tactic of waiting until the death of the aged litigants and that Koreans cannot win in a bilateral deal with superpower Japan." Therefore, some communities in South Korea strongly want international support, especially from the United Nations and the US in order to stop Japan's irresponsibility.

In addition, the article provided me new information that previously, it was professional Japanese prostitutes that were acting as the "comfort women". However, in order to prevent sexually infectious diseases, Japan decided to use foreigners. Here, my intuitive thoughts led me to the moral issue regarding both the Koreans and the Japanese. Is it right to use foreigners as slaves just to protect a country’s citizens?

[star-paths]

He had returned home late to what he thought had been an empty house — no Minjun sneaking in the last few minutes of game time he could muster after dinner before being ushered off to bed by his older brother. And no older brother either, he thought at first until he dropped his bags off in his bedroom and heard the shower running in the other room.

Ben could smell it from here... that sweet scent of vanilla and strawberries that clung to every fiber of his being and wafted in ways that could be both soothing and intoxicating depending on his mood. Before he left he'd entertained the idea of slipping an article of the other's clothing, or perhaps a towel, into his luggage to carry that scent with him, but he thought it might pose too many questions from the other Alphas in the group.

Not wishing to startle Daehyun while he showered, Ben decided to check in on Minjun's room, finding it uninhabited and feeling just a little disappointed not to see that earnest, beaming grin with its missing baby tooth and mischievous giggle that always came when he knew he'd been caught awake reading comics when he should be sleeping.

He shut the door and sighed wistfully, plodding bare-footed to the kitchen, pulling open the fridge and getting himself a drink before sitting down on the couch and turning on a bit of mindless entertainment while he awaited Dae's return.

He wouldn't wait long, glancing back over his shoulder as if by premonition as he took a drink from the bottle in his hand, catching sight of Daehyun, damp and fresh-faced, wearing one of his large baggy shirts. His expression shifted, something clouding his gaze as it took the male in briefly, swallowing his drink reflexively and offering him a smile as he patted the couch next to him.

"Of course. Always welcome," he reassured him warmly, shifting a little and tugging at his pantlegs to become more comfortable in his seat.

"Sorry I didn't tell you I was home — didn't want to startle you in the shower like some crazy slasher," he chuckled, draping his arm along the back of the couch with a tilt of his head. "Where's Min?"

( @dollieour )

it   still   felt   strange   to   have   time   alone.   with   the   transition   to   a   new   school,   minjun   had   seamlessly   integrated   himself   into   a   circle   of   friends   who   had   invited   him   to   a   sleepover,   and   now   daehyun   had   too   much   free   time   on   his   hands. having   already   attended   to   the   various   chores   around   the   house (cleaning,   cooking,   and   laundering) he   found   himself   at   a   loose   end.   despite   ben's   reassurances   that   such   tasks   weren't   necessary,   daehyun   couldn't   help   but   feel   like   he   needed   to   do   it.   not   out   of   obligation   but   more   as   a   silent   gesture   of   gratitude   towards   ben.   after   all,   it   was   the   least   he   could   do. as   he   stepped   out   of   the   warmth   of   the   shower,   droplets   cascading   down   his   bare   skin,   daehyun's   mind   drifted   to   ben.   had   he   returned   home   yet ?   the   thought   lingered   as   he   slipped   into   a   baggy   t-shirt,   the   fabric   wrapping   him   in   a   comforting   embrace.   it   wasn't   his,   that   much   was   certain,   but   it   carried   ben's   scent ⸻   which   felt   strangely   comforting,      especially   since he   hadn't   been   able   to   see   him   in   the   last   two   days. descending   the   stairs   with   measured   steps,   daehyun   found   the   living   room   bathed   in   the   pale   glow   of   the   tv   screen,   and   there,   seated   amidst   the   gentle   flicker   of   light,   he   found   him.      " . . . do   you   mind   if   i   join ? "   daehyun's   voice   was   soft   as   he   gestured   toward   the   vacant   space   on   the   couch   beside   ben. @star-paths

[pyxiskrp]

NOME: Jung ChungHee

DATA DE NASCIMENTO: 06/04/1998 - 23 anos

FACECLAIM: Juyeon - THE BOYZ

CLASSE: B

PAVILHÃO: B

ATIVIDADE EXTRACURRICULAR: Futebol Masculino

HABILIDADE: Criocinese

TWITTER: @chungP98

MUTAÇÃO: Ele tem a capacidade de criar gelo de qualquer parte do corpo, porém, se a habilidade for usada de modo excessivo, o corpo do usuário congela em algumas das partes usadas e o limita em movimentos e força.

DERIVAÇÕES:

controlar gelo 

manifestar gelo 

criar barreiras de gelo 

congelar coisas 

criar geleira

PERSONALIDADE:

É um jovem de personalidade forte, pode se considerar distante quanto ao que sabem de sua vida, parece ser alguém conhecido e que fala com todos mas pouco se sabe sobre o garoto, se conhece apenas o que ele permite. Tem seu lado brincalhão e irônico, gosta de estar por dentro de tudo e de mostrar seu lado alegre. Não liga nem um pouco de ir contra a multidão ou questionar o sistema, todos sempre o admiraram por não ter “papas” na língua e não esconder seus posicionamentos.

BIO:

A história do jovem começa quando a mulher recebia o homem que pensava ser solteiro em sua casa direto, se cuidava muito para não ter filhos mas acabou que o jovem veio ao mundo carregando o nome Jang que tanto odiava, nunca se dera com seu pai e sabia muito bem de sua verdadeira família e seu verdadeiro filho, o garoto perfeito estava longe de ser o Chung, ele não passava de um erro e uma fugida do casamento da família perfeita. Quando era só uma criança descobrindo sua mutação já agia de maneira protetora com sua mãe, odiando o fato de que ela ainda caía nas falas de que aquele cara deixaria sua esposa para ficar com ela.

Mesmo em meio a tantas brigas e puro caos, o jovem conseguia se sair bem em questão de notas perfeitas na escola, não decepcionava sua mãe em nada disso, mas quase não parava de fazer bagunça, causar por toda a cidade, sempre dava o seu melhor para ajudar sua mãe mas seu lado desobediente agia as escondidas, nunca descontaria a raiva nela, sabia o quanto sofria e o quanto dependia do pai ausente. O crescimento foi em meio a todo esse caos, a força do garoto se juntava com raiva, mesmo que tentasse se controlar, nunca queria ser igual seu pai e apenas por isso controlava seu lado estressado, com todos menos com ele, o homem que preferia chamar de monstro.

Quando foi mandado para a instituição se sentia preocupado com a vida em casa, pensava em sua mãe sozinha, mas queria muito treinar sua mutação justamente por ser a única coisa que o acalmava e o dava animação, viver lá dentro a tanto tempo era bom, sabia que toda sua dedicação e treinamento tanto físico quanto sobre sua criocinese valia a pena, estava longe de seu pai e de toda a bagunça que sua vida era, mas não por isso que deixava de ser quem era dentro do local. As notas altas e sair como um dos bons ali era algo que o orgulhava, não queria se gabar de nada, se saia bem e isso era importante para si, a única pessoa que tinha competição era seu irmão, de resto só não deveriam o desafiar.

COMO CHEGOU AO INSTITUTO?

Foi obrigado a ir por seu pai que não o queria mais por perto, mesmo que nem morasse na mesma casa que Hee e sua mãe. Queria isso a algum tempo para fugir do seu pai, mas tudo aconteceu rápido demais e odiou perder todos seus amigos e o lugar que já estava acostumado, tinha um grande medo de deixar sua mãe solitária com seu pai por perto, tinha um nível que sabia que o homem poderia chegar, foi difícil demais para si se mostrar tão forte.

TEMAS DE INTERESSE: Todos

[chunghee22]

People: Cu doesn't work well with a team

Me, watching Cu work well with my team: ?

People: Cu isn't all that great

Me, watching Cu kick butt and be great: ??

People: It's better to just use a higher ranked Lancer

Me, watching Cu beat up said higher ranked Lancers: ???

[commajade]

there's a brand new kim hyesoon article in the new yorker and i'm so excited about it she's probably my favorite korean writer. being able to read her work that hasn't been translated is such a big motivator for me learning to read literary korean she just resonates with me so deeply.

she's a prolific writer whose career is 5 decades long and tracks modern korean history from being an editor under the park chunghee dictatorship to being a foundational voice in the south korean literary scene and the south korean feminist movement.

korean shamanism as a site of gender politics and gendered power for women and queer people, the princess bari myth as a powerful symbol, the building blocks of the korean language taken apart and rearranged as an artform. it's all things that i've come across and pursued as sources of inspiration and power in my own writing.

[star-paths]

It was one of the rare nights off for the group, the reason for which not being a particularly fortunate one, but for those of them not directly involved in the dramatics it was an occasion to rest and do their best not to make things worse for their struggling group mates.

What better than a movie night, he'd thought? One that just happened to consist of only Yaejoon and himself, as everyone else scattered at first chance to grasp at little bits of freedom around their busy schedules.

That was just fine by him, popping some popcorn and letting Yae pick what they'd watch, the evening turning into an unexpectedly comfortable and domestic little home-date.

Ben played idly with Yaejoon's hair with one hand while periodically plucking popcorn from the bowl on the other's stomach with the other, doing his best not to get the two hands mixed up for his partner's sake. He didn't mind the running narrative quietly slipping through the male's lips, glad that Yaejoon was too transfixed with a movie he'd no doubt watched dozens of times to see his fond little smiles of amusement.

Yae only caught him once, just when the movie ended and he turned to look back at him. Ben didn't bother to hide it.

"Oh?" He wondered aloud before the other clarified, the comparison causing Ben to snort at the visual, giving Yaejoon a doubtful look.

"Please, we're Sam and Frodo at best," he reached out and plucked up the collar of the other's shirt, peeking inside curiously. "Not hiding a ring in there are you?"

Closed starter for @star-paths (Kang Chunghee)

It all felt so domestic, Yae found himself tucked gently under a blanket watching a movie with Ben, his head resting upon the lap of his partner as he eats the popcorn from the bowl on his chest. UNA1 were currently on a short hiatus after the dramatic events that occurred between Sujin and Ryung, as well as Sang... So they decided to stay out of the drama and just enjoy the time they had to rest together.

"Did you know that this whole scene's improvised? He breaks his toe when he kicks that helmet and that screen is ten thousand percent a real one." Ah, yes. Lord of the Rings, one of Yaejoon's favourite movies ever.

The younger male smiles a little, quite proud of the trivia fact he delivered, even after spending the first hour of the movie almost quoting the characters word for word with his endearing lisp and accented English. But once the scene was over, he turns his head to look up at Ben, a smirk on his face.

"Have I ever told you how handsome you are? Because you are. You're the Aragorn to my Arwen, Benjamin~"