#into the earth

[darth-maya]

The song of the day is

LORNA SHORE - Into The Earth

[skzstoryvault]

Into the Earth (Hyunjin, spicy?)

Hyunjin x f!reader

multi-chapter fic

AU

happens a few years in the future

Hyunjin is in his post-idol era. Working as an artist and fashion icon.

Warnings: mentions of scamming, dishonesty, abusive people and various kinds of abuse, parasites (and not the Bong Joon Ho clever kind), misogyny (but not Hyunjin!), ageism. Nudity (Hyunjin). More to be added with later chapters.

This is in no way meant as a commentary on the real persons depicted here. They all deserve the world.

Please be kind.

Please do not report this post. If it's not your thing, just scroll away.

If you're underage, please scroll on, there is nothing for you here.

If you enjoy this story and are reading along, I would love to hear your comments in the replies, reblogs or DMs - however you feel most comfortable.

Like I mentioned, this story is finished, but I will slightly change its course based on the way the chapters are received.

Story title is inspired by a Lorna Shore song

Part 2 Song for this chapter:

Part 3 - Under the sun Hyunjin’s room has a white, hard bed and a window where the old grape vine reaches and birds come to sit and sing in the mornings. The sun filters in through the vine leaves at all hours of the day, so it’s never direct and too hot. There’s a heater in there too, for the winter months, a table and sockets to charge his devices. Hyunjin only took his phone, but the place has wi-fi and it’s really fast and stable. He doesn’t even go through one battery charge during the day now, because he doesn’t use his phone unless it’s before bed for a few minutes. Usually he’s tired, but the good kind, and he falls asleep without having to do techniques or take pills for it. There’s a bathroom down the hallway and several more on the lower floors. First thing he did when he got there was to pause his subscription, to avoid boxes of uneaten fruit and veg to pile up and rot outside his apartment door back in Paris.

Work is, in fact, hard, but he loves it. It demands both strength and gentleness from him, since a lot of what he is assigned to do is picking fruit and placing it in baskets, or making the boxes for the people who subscribe to the farm’s products, like he did until now. He’s already seen the trees he adopted in situ. He’s also seen the other workers and the owner talk to the trees, hug them or kiss their bark. He feels like the odd one out for not yet daring to be so overt in his enthusiasm for the work. He now automatically wakes up early, while it’s still dark outside, to help with breakfast and to switch on the irrigation system. Because he knows his way with technology, Paloma, his shift lead, trusts him with more of the technical stuff. 

Paloma is about his mom’s age, Hyunjin suspects, but he is not sure because she is full of energy, has the gorgeously tanned skin of the people in this coastal region and shiny, awesome long black hair that curls cheekily like a frame around her face. She wears big hoop earrings and bright red lipstick and nail polish. At first, she was intimidating, but Hyunjin now knows she is nice, kind and empathetic. Also, she has a voice that projects across the fields with no amplifier or other tech help. She helped him when he first joined the farm, got him settled in, showed him where everything is and introduced him to everyone. Paloma has a Turkish husband, Eren, who is the owner of the most epic twirled moustache and a unibrow that could intimidate even JYP on its own. He is bald and massive, and Hyunjin knows Eren could pop him open like a bean pod with one hand only. There is so much strength in those corded arms and thick thighs, from a life of work outdoors. But Eren is also a fantastic cook and he helped Hyunjin the first time he had to cook for the entire group. Together, they made vegan pide, a Turkish specialty that looks like dough boats with a spiced veggie and vegan minced meat filling. The Spanish touch to the recipe are the roasted and peeled red peppers, which add so much flavour and smokiness to the finished dish. Hyunjin learned that day that being bold with spices can take even the blandest recipe to chef-y heights even Han wouldn’t dream of writing about. “Ever made dough before, my boy?” Eren asked him, getting a big jar of flour from the pantry. Everything in the kitchen at the farm is supersized, because the dishes have to feed many. Hyunjin has made dough before, but not the kind that needs yeast, so he shook his head. “It’s easy. One cube of yeast for five hundred grams of flour. Five hundred grams feeds four.” “So we need… two kilos?” Hyunjin tried to see if he got it right. “Yes. And ten grams of salt per five hundred grams, that’s two and three quarter tablespoons. A tablespoon of sea salt is fifteen grams, remember that.” Eren told him. “In time you will learn to eyeball it, but for now it’s best to do some maths and taste every step along the way.” 

The recipe was simple and with very few ingredients, but it turned out sensationally tasty in the end. Eren let Hyunjin have all the credit and made sure to tell everyone at the table that Hyunjin’s hard work had brought them their lovely meal. There are two women from Ghana, Cass and Kree, who said grace before they dug into what Hyunjin and Eren had made, and who told God to be good to Hyunjin who made sure everyone got to eat so well. Later, they taught Hyunjin to make jollof rice, but after they argued over the correct recipe and the correct order of adding the ingredients. Hyunjin was very stressed on the day it was his turn to cook for everyone. But with Eren’s help and everyone else’s praise, he prevailed, and the feeling he was left with at the end of the day was indescribable. He felt like he was walking on clouds.

Some days, the dawn finds Hyunjin walking across the fields, to the orchard, where he takes his shoes and socks off and walks on the dewy grass, absolutely loving the feeling and feeling recharged. On the days when no one else is outside yet, he even takes off every stitch of clothing and lets the cool morning air and the fresh sunlight bathe him and rebuild him anew. It feels less like having his dick out on a farm and more like a luxury all the money he ever made as an idol couldn’t buy. He’s not usually the type to want to have his dick out to the world, but he’s repressed every part of himself since he was a child, for a very long time, and it’s just so good to no longer have to.

The air just smells different, more fragrant, more alive. Birds sing louder here and the few animals who roam the farm are kept as friends, not as slaves. He’s already befriended the owner’s dogs, two black Doberman Pinscher called Hans and Franz and a poodle called Nube.

He hasn’t seen himself in a full-length mirror since he got here. There’s a mirror in the  bathroom he uses, and he sometimes shaves in it, but most of the time he doesn’t give a fuck because he’s in a hurry to get to the field, to the orchard or to the gardens. The other men working there have teased him about his anaemic moustache and patchy beard, but the women all love them for some reason. And Hyunjin simply doesn’t find the time to feel self-conscious about the hair that grows on him while he is busy and fully immersed in his tasks.

The summer sun gave Hyunjin’s skin a golden hue, but no tan lines, and he considers himself lucky, although he would not care much if he did have tan lines. His white coworkers also don’t care about theirs. He hasn’t been this carefree, confident and at peace with himself since he became an adult. Part 4

[thats-the-teen-spirit]

My first original content in a while is a shitty meme

[metalcholic]

I'll become the sun I'll become a god I'll become the dreamer

"Into the Earth", Lorna Shore

[vocalsandvisions]

Watching that Austin Archey Into the Earth drum playthrough like:

[thatsthewrongwallcraig]

Me: *listening to Into The Earth for the 15th time on repeat*

Spotify: GIRL, ARE YOU OKAY???

[mostly-funnytwittertweets]

[lambergeier]

the real danger of spending too much time with friends is you stumble out of ten days of happiness and good food like oh my god THAT was real life. my job means NOTHING

[nando161mando]

[karlrincon]

Happy New Year 2024 from Korea.

Year of the 🐲🐉!

[evilgoodguys]

caught them doing the SIN, cos, tan (bad trigonometry joke, I'm sorry, you have permission to euthanize me)

bonus:

[skzstoryvault]

Into the Earth (Hyunjin, we'll see if spicy)

Hyunjin x f!reader

multi-chapter fic

AU

happens a few years in the future

Hyunjin is in his post-idol era. Working as an artist and fashion icon.

Warnings: mentions of scamming, dishonesty, abusive people and various kinds of abuse, parasites (and not the Bong Joon Ho clever kind), misogyny (but not Hyunjin!), ageism. More to be added with later chapters.

This is in no way meant as a commentary on the real persons depicted here. They all deserve the world.

Please be kind.

Please do not report this post. If it's not your thing, just scroll away.

If you're underage, please scroll on, there is nothing for you here.

If you enjoy this story and are reading along, I would love to hear your comments in the replies, reblogs or DMs - however you feel most comfortable.

Like I mentioned, this story is finished, but I will slightly change its course based on the way the chapters are received. Story title is inspired by a Lorna Shore song Part 1 Song for this chapter (I promise it is not blackened deathcore this time!)

Part 2 - Beautiful “Hello, I’m here for the job ad? You said you were looking for help with the farm?” He says, in English. “I just arrived today.”

“You don’t look like you’re used to working.” The hiring person, who introduced himself as Agustin, says. “I am looking for men who can work hard, long hours and not bitch, complain and take tiktok videos every five minutes. We sometimes have tourists come and try to work here for the experience and then they complain when they learn they actually have to work.” “I know I’m not the biggest, but I am strong and I am used to long hours.” Hyunjin says. “And I am used to getting yelled at,” he adds, thinking of his idol days. “I mean, I work well under pressure.” “Do you have a copy of your criminal record? We do hire people who’ve been to prison, but we have to be notified if a criminal record exists.” “I do, I put a copy in my application file. It’s just two blank sheets with police headers, I’ve been a good boy so far.” “Hm. Let me see that.” The man says, reaching and taking the file closer. “Man, you come from far away. What kind of name is Joseph Hwang?” “Uhm, I’m Korean. But I lived in Paris for the past few years.” “Oh, so you’re not new-new to Europe. Good. You don’t look like a Joseph to me. Ok let’s see… Studies… Choreography and English? How does a pretty boy like you decide to come work on a bio farm? You know the pay is not what you’re used to, right? We do offer health insurance and the legal number of free days, but I’d say, uh, well, you should aim higher. Unless you’re running from something and-” “I am, actually. Nothing bad, I just… need to do something else with my life.” Hyunjin offers, feeling that honesty is the best choice right now. “I get it. I’ve been there.” The man says. “Well, what the hell. You have the job. I’ll show you where the rooms are and you can go get settled in. Report for work to Paloma. Lunch is your responsibility. We make and have breakfast and dinner together, at six and at eight. If you survive your two trial weeks, you will also get to be in the role of mother and make one meal of the day for everyone else, so I hope you’re not some spoiled kid who’s never set foot in a kitchen. Questions?” “No, everything is alright for now and I am sure the rest will explain itself along the way. Thank you.” “Oh and, new guy? Consider going by José. It’s more approachable.” *** Hyunjin does not, in fact, go by José. Agustin gave him many other useful tips, but he stuck to his name and everyone at the farm made an effort and learned it. People here are so different and lovely, from different cultures and speaking different languages, and while the team is not huge, it feels tightly knit and like a functional unit. Even the coworkers who do not speak English well know enough to allow for communication, and Hyunjin knows he will pick up Spanish in no-time because he is utterly in love with the sound of it. He wants to cry all the time, but in the best of ways. He is filled with bliss to the point of overflowing. He wonders if this is what enlightened monks feel all the time. Just an overall feeling of simmering ecstasy, unlike anything he’s ever known. A sharp contrast to the utter misery and alienation he felt while in the military, when at times he felt his soul cowering in the tiniest corner of his being, not wanting to take note of his body while in that state. The farm is an old villa with many rooms. The workers, him included, live there, together with the owner. It’s like a family, they just don’t call it that. Tumblr says this is as long as this chapter can get so- I guess I'm doing some edits already.

Part 3

[cbc-bb]

there are enough tumblr users who can vote in US battleground states to literally swing the election, do you realize that?? the election is going to come down to like 80’000 votes in those states — that could be your vote! so if you live in pennsylvania, georgia, arizona, nevada, north carolina, wisconsin, michigan, etccc your vote is going to make a huge, huge difference. please for the love of god vote (and if you live in a different state, you still need to vote too)

[dry-gold]

Hey in middle earth is there any ecological consequences for those big fuckin eagles

[lesbianwithchainsaws]

Found this really scary new horror game yall should check out. It's called indeed.com and it has a sequel called linkedin