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@kdramaspace + @userdramas YEAR IN REVIEW 2022 | Masterclass in Acting

♛ best actress of 2022: 김민하 Kim Min Ha

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WinterR // 240523 aespa at the 2024 kyunghee university festival

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how k and yohan met

under the cut because this is a longer one:

There are few days in which Kyungju doesn’t think the world comes to a standstill. It’s been worse since his father’s death three years before; his mother sits in their house, an empty shell of what once was. Kyungju can barely remember the days when she’d hum to herself as she cooked, the days when she’d greet his father with a smile, when happiness filled their house.

Now, the walls and windows just feel cold. Could a house be filled with emotions if the emotions were a void, Kyungju wondered, because that was what it felt like—the white of the walls were an empty canvas upon which were meant to be drawn the happy family memories they would never have. His father would never see him graduate middle school or high school. His father wouldn’t be there when he enlisted and wouldn’t be there when he returned.

The grief that consumed his mother was overwhelming; he too had felt it before, that pervasive, inescapable grief that you could only feel you were drowning in. Kyungju had felt it after his father died, grasping at any piece of driftwood in the hopes of staying afloat. It had been school, at first, that had been his driftwood. It had been his perfect grades, perfect attendance, and the knowledge that his father would be proud of him that kept Kyungju forcing himself forwards, attending each day of classes and pushing himself to perfection each day.

He falters in high school. That perfection he strives for falls apart and it becomes a chore to pull himself out of bed. Kyungju is exhausted trying his best to remain perfect. It is remarkably unfulfilling, doubly so when there is no praise for it. There is no one to tell him good job, to tell him all his effort pays off.

He’s debating dropping out when he meets him. Him, so unlike anyone Kyungju has met before. He strolls into Kyungju’s life entirely by accident.

Kyungju takes one of the quieter streets, shedding the jacket of his school uniform. It will do little to delay how quickly anyone notices him to be a student skipping school, given the rest of his uniform, but it at least delays the knowledge of exactly which school. He folds it, neatly, and slips the jacket into his bag, shouldering the bag when he’s done. It’s only the hair rising on the back of his neck that clues him into the eyes on him and he turns to find a young man watching him from a window some ways down the street. The young man turns, seemingly called from someone inside the house, and when he turns back to the window, Kyungju is still staring at him in turn.

They make eye contact and, before Kyungju can turn to run, the young man winks at him, and turns in the window to whomever he’s speaking to. Kyungju recognizes her once she joins the young man by the window. Cha Kyunghee, the prosecutor who was the reason his father was dead. Cold indignation and hot anger floods his system at once. Kyungju ducks behind a wall and takes a deep breath.

He wonders, briefly, if his mother would even notice if he disappeared to prison for attacking Cha Kyunghee. He doubts it, and the thought turns from impulsive to serious, damn the consequences. But before he can do much of anything, Kyungju snaps back to attention at the hand that falls firmly to his shoulder. When he looks up, it’s the young man from the window, looking down at him.

“Don’t do something stupid,” the young man says quietly. That impulsive, hot anger rises in him again but the young man just holds a finger to his lips to shush him. “Whatever you think you’ll do, you’ll only be caught now. In your uniform, here in this public space?”

The anger fades back to a quiet, pulsing indignation and Kyungju opens his mouth to argue again. The man, again, raises his finger to his lips to shush him. “Plan,” he says softly, kneeling down to where Kyungju is behind the wall, next to him. Meeting his eyes levelly, Kyungju can piece a few things together: the man is younger than Kyungju thought, probably only barely old enough to have his ID, and it’s amusement twinkling in his eyes above all else. He’s not telling Kyungju not to do it. He’s just telling him to be careful about it. 

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JUNG EUN CHAE & KIM SUNG KYU as Choi Kyunghee & Kim Changho in PACHINKO 파친코 ⇀ 02.03│"Chapter Eleven"

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1818 Series - Multiple Girl groups

Warning: NOT ACTUAL STORIES THESE ARE JUST IDEAS OF MINE. These are all works of fiction with nothing to do with the idol’s actual life. I do like some feedback. If you ever feel like "Hey this is very offensive." do tell me.

A/N: Hi hi everyone. I got inspiration from Bridgerton. These were ideas I had since 2022 and I would like someone to write a story based on this lol.

Itzy for Book 1, aespa for Book 2, SNSD for Book 3, G-idle😭/soloist Soojin for Book 4 and Le Sserafim for Book 5

Boy Group Version Here

Masterlist © ae-cow. Do not claim, steal or repost. All rights reserved

#1

Waltz the Night Away - Lee Chaeryeong of Itzy

Written: 2 July 2024

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Lee Chaeryeong fills her dance card with fake names, rejects countless offers, and does not even try to impress or act impressed.

However, Min Kyunghee sees his name on the card full of fake names. Chaeryeong does not expect a name to line with an actual person. He takes her onto the dance floor and…

#2

Who am I? - Yu Jimin/Karina of aespa

Written: 5 September 2024

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Since Jimin was a young girl, her parents had raised her to be a man, to be The Duke of Amethyst to keep their title. Jimin had followed orders but now as a 24-year-old, she wanted to be herself.

Jimin finds herself meeting the Queen’s Cousin, a Prince while in disguise, saying her name is Jin Karina. With this she found slight freedom and love. Will she tell the truth?

#3

I decided that we needed A MOTHER here so…

Antique Dress - Kim Taeyeon

Taeyeon had lost her husband 2 years ago, leaving her with 2 adult children. Both of which are married. Kim Taeyong and Kim Taeri.

Both had urged her to find love again. With Taeyong taking over the house as Duke with his wife as Duchess. Taeri is married to a Viscount and is out of the house.

Taeyeon finds herself without any roles to take part in. She's no longer a mother of younger children, no husband to love and no role as the duchess of Amber.

Taeyeon went to the queen ball with her son and daughter-in-law. In the carriage earlier, she had been fidgeting with her gloves that once she got out, it dropped.

This sparked a conversation with the man who is also a widow.

#4

Diamond in the Rough - Seo Soojin

Written: 26 October 2024

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Soojin had grown up with 3 elder sisters who had always garnered attention. Men of the ton had always wanted the daughters from the house of Diamond. Just like their family name, the daughters were all Diamonds of their first season out.

The Queen had always chosen the one who stood out to her. Soojin was hurt when it was found out that another had taken the spot as Diamond. She then meets a man who together tries to convince the Queen to bring down the Title of the Diamond.

#5

Hidden Affections - Kim Chaewon of LE SSERAFIM

Written: 5 August 2024

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Two of them, had shared a kiss under the shadows, they agreed to never speak on it but they continued to act on it, kissing at every ball and their secrecy began.

A year has passed and Chaewon had a newfound glow, catching the attention of many eligible men of the ton. Will they continue this secrecy?

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[FMV + Lyrics] And I'm Here - Kim KyungHee | Goblin OST

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shuffle your favorite playlist and post the first five songs that come up. then copy/paste this ask to your favorite mutuals <3

omg hi rachel! ♡ ah thank you so much for sending this, and for still considering me a favourite mutual despite my longass absences :')

ok so. my current favourite playlist is my work-in-progress #baekhong one cos the queen of tears brainrot is still saaaauurrrr real and persistent af! been playing it non-stop 24/7 lately... baek hyunwoo & hong haein let me go challenge!!!!!! (don't though). anyway. so that'll be the playlist i'm gonna pull my 5 songs from! here goes...

1 ♡ p.s. i love you - paul partohop in other lifetimes, without any doubt i'll keep choosing you 2 ♡ in a beautiful way (full vers.) - kim kyunghee and now i'm telling you i love you for all that you are love you for all that you will be 3 ♡ i'll never find another you - millie (the seekers cover !!!) there is always someone for each of us, they say and you'll be my someone for ever and a day 4 ♡ love you with all my heart - crush i wish i could have told you that i was born to love you to love you with all my heart 5 ♡ photograph - ed sheeran inside these pages you just hold me and i won't ever let you go

again, thank you so much for sending this through, lovely!! <3

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Jun.K’s Profile

Birth Name: Kim Min Jun (formerly known as Kim Jun Su) 

Stage Name: Jun.K

Position: Main Vocalist 

Birthday: January 15, 1988 

Zodiac Sign: Capricorn 

Height: 180 cm (5′11″) 

Weight: 68 kg (149 lbs)

Blood Type: A 

Facts: 

His father passed away in 2012. 

He attended Dong-ah Institute of Media and Arts for his bachelor’s degree and Kyunghee University’s Media Information Graduate Schoolr for his masters. 

He was also accepted into YG Entertainment, but he ended up choosing JYP Entertainment. 

Junsu was his former stage name 

He used to be quite a troublemaker. He broke several of JYP’s rule. 

Jun.K suffered a broken elbow and finger after falling off a stage at 2PM concert. 

Composing songs, fashion, collecting accessories, and shows are his hobbies. 

He has sensitive skin so he often wear a black tank top under his clothes to protect his skin. 

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Everything is Our: An essay on Korean Culture

Published Friday, October 13th, 2023 — In Charlotte Cho’s The Little Book of Jeong, she shares an anecdote I’ve thought about often since I first read it: “A few months earlier, during the 2010 Winter Olympics, Kim Yuna, known as ‘the nation’s daughter’, had executed a triple lutz-triple toe loop combination, a triple, and a double axel for the short program, which not only won her the gold medal, it broke records. […] At that time, my jeong for Korea was still growing, but theirs was overflowing. Tears streamed down their faces, and they held their breaths in anticipation and awe, as every movement was executed to perfection.”

I don’t know how to explain to non-Korean people the connection that we as Koreans feel to our culture. To me, that short passage from Cho’s second publication strikes me in the same place that I imagine it would strike in other Koreans—a place where community, pride, and love intersect tightly, so tightly that the slightest tremble would cause the entire thing to tip over and pour out. From the soft underbellies of our souls to the sturdy ribcages of our psyches, I think that all Koreans carry within them something that only Koreans truly understand. The foundation of Korean culture is a war-riddled history as a tiny country surrounded by enemies, but it is also layers of jeong—strong, intimate relationships—and a stone well brimming with han—a complex cocktail of deeply rooted emotions such as grief and resentment.

But above all, the strongest pillar of Korean culture is the unabashedly overflowing love that Koreans have for Korea and other Koreans.

As Korea has grown into a thriving tourist destination and a point of interest around the globe, it’s easy to pick out what other people think is Korean culture. Of course, the cornerstones of any culture are often the things we can most easily identify: the food, the historic buildings, the art, the lifestyle. But I think the most defining element of Korean culture is the unyielding defense of our—our country, our people—not my but our—and the shared responsibility to uphold this defense connects one Korean to another like a silken golden thread that only we can see. And because everything is our, that means everything is shared: joy, anger, sorrow, pride. Everything that can be shared is shared in the clink of two glasses after long hours at the office, in the heat of the overhead lights of Seoul Olympic Stadium, and in the salted air of the sea between Incheon and Jeju where the MV Sewol sank in 2014.

Korean culture is being able to trace your roots backwards through generations and finding everyone’s places in time via designated syllables in given names—always being aware of who came before you, who will come after you, and who is walking the same path with you now but also being aware of your own significance as told through the name your parents picked for you. It’s a language that knows no gender but instead knows your elders from your peers and more than one way to say thank you and sorry. It’s a society where everyone gives what they can without expecting anything in return, where people fight to be the one who pays the check at the end of the night, and where birthdays are opportunities for giving gifts as much as they are for receiving them.

But Korean culture is also the way I always leave the ends of the soondae for my mother because that’s the part she likes the most, the norigae hanging in my room to bring me good fortune, my order of rice cake soup every new year from the nearby Korean restaurant if the holiday falls on a weekday and I can’t go home to my parents. It's the way I cry when I see KPOP artists perform versions of their songs with traditional Korean instruments while wearing hanboks in front of significant historic landmarks like Gyeongbok or Kyunghee Palace; or when I watched ATEEZ perform “Wonderland” in Sungnyemun for Korea’s 77th Liberation Day on stage last year. It’s the way I only watch the World Cup when Korea plays while wearing my red tiger T-shirt from Korelimited, the water I pour into my parents’ drinking glasses before my own, the pendant with my Korean name around my neck, and the ink on my skin. It’s all of our dogs having Korean names as well as English names, and my mother writing all of them down in a notebook like it’s our very own jokbo for our pets—a genealogy book recorded through the generations—and it’s all of our dogs understanding Korean as well as English. It’s speaking to another Korean person in Korean and them wanting to help me immediately and the oftentimes long conversation that follows. It’s always choosing Pepero over Pocky—always—and it’s knowing that Korean food is and always will be the best-tasting food, the food I always want to eat because it tastes like home. It’s learning the fan dance and the mask dance and playing traditional Korean buk drums in elementary school, it’s the jar of yuzu tea in my fridge, it’s taking the black-and-white photo of my halmeoni that sat on the mantel above the fireplace in my childhood home—my halmeoni who survived a Japan-occupied Korea and then raised four children by herself post-liberation—and connecting it with my memory of her on her deathbed when I went to Korea in 1998. It’s proudly giving a presentation in my college Korean class about my most famous ancestor, Empress Min Myeongseong, and being upset that I never got to see the musical about her called The Last Empress.

It’s a profound longing for Korea after having not gone back for twenty-five years.

Moving from place to place, the comforting hand of our culture remains on my shoulder. It waves at me with sincerity and warmth wherever I put down roots, winks at me from the flag painted in red, blue, white, and black in its place by my bedroom door. It makes me pause whenever I pass the white silken scroll with my Korean name in hanja, adorned with ink paintings of a palace, a rabbit, and a crane that my parents had done for me in Korea when we last visited. I taste it in the meat my parents marinate for me before packing it up and sending it home with me. I see it in the shot-on-film photograph of my first birthday, my parents holding me between them, me dressed in a fuchsia and green hanbok, having just picked the money during my dol ceremony. I hear it when my parents sing “our Youkyung” when they sing “happy birthday” to me in Korean; or when we sing “our appa” or “our eomma” when it’s my stepfather’s birthday or my mother’s birthday. Not my but our.

My joy is our joy, my grief is our grief, my triumph is our triumph. Everything is our and hibiscus petals line the way to our home from wherever we are in the world.

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This is a book critique so if you don’t want that negativity then maybe don’t read this.

Ight so I’m reading this book called Pachinko by Min Jin Lee. It focusses around the life of this woman called Sunja who is Korean and leaves to go to Osaka in the early 30s with her husband. The book probably goes on to about the 80s/90s but I haven’t finished it.  One thing that is really bugging me about it though, is how desperate the narrator feels to not focalize on Sunja. In every scene she is in we see the emotions of loads of the other characters like her mum, Kim Changho etc. but very rarely her or her sister Kyunghee. This could be some sort of meta commentary on how underrepresented and oppressed women were but it still feels weird when the point of the book is to show a rare perspective on the situation of Japan and Korea throughout the 20th century.  Sunja seems like such an interesting character but I just want to see her opinions not how a minor character sees her. :( When it focusses on Noa or Mozasu we really get inside their heads and are shown what they think but as soon as Sunja meets Izak (her husband) it is like he becomes the main character.

That being said I have enjoyed the book so far.

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MY GIRLS!!!!!

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Jess Watches // Tues 8 Oct // Day 375 Synopses & Favourite Scenes & Poll

Call the Midwife (with mum) 9x02

Sister Julienne intervenes in the case of a pregnant prostitute, a family's plan to leave Poplar are up in the air when a mysterious illness strikes, and Sgt. Woolf faces a health crisis of his own.

"If we're lucky, life is defined not by what we let go, but what we let in. Friendship and kind words. Frailty and hope.

To be human is to be imperfect, and to accept that is to thrive.

No path is always strewn with flowers, but therein lies the power of each fragile, tender bloom."

Frasier (with mum) 6x20 Dr Nora

Frasier's radio show is doing well in ratings, and KACL has decided that another show would do well. They ask Frasier to hire another doctor to fill the slot and he is immediately taken with an intelligent woman named Dr. Nora.

Am I bad bi rep if I ask Christine Baranski to call me an equal-opportunity slut?

Pachinko 2x07 Chapter Fifteen

Mr. Kim faces a difficult choice: the woman he loves or his homeland. Both Solomon and Mozasu execute ruthless plans.

Me, getting ready to yell at Changho and Yoseb for the way they talked about 'ownership' of Kyunghee.

Kyunghee: Hold my soju.

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hi can u post more from the queen of tears ost, especially those by kim kyunghee? thanks for your work <3

hiii i just posted 'in a beautiful way', but if u want other tracks from the queen of tears soundtrack just send me the titles!! <3

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Tell me about "the patron saints of your voice sing hymns that remind me of you; still i sit alone waiting for you to return" because one, I love the title and two, I'm intrigued

It is the current name of the sequel for envious of the musical sounds of my name from your tongue, whispered in the folds of being. It will be from four different POVs: Kang Yohan, Kim Gaon, Yoon Joonwoo, and Cha Kyunghee.

A snippet:

Joonwoo’s legs stretch out across the couch, a book open in his lap. Every so often he has to raise his hand to tuck his hair, long and bleached and silver, back behind his ear; glasses he has never shown on camera perch delicately on his nose. He flips a page in the book without reading it. Instead, his eyes track the movement outside of his window, across the garden he pays to keep well-kept.

It’s dark out, though not quite into the blackness of midnight yet. The movement is barely more than a shadow, but Joonwoo tracks it still, with careful precision. 

He flips another page in the book.

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See Us Bloom by Kyunghee Kim, illustrated by Emily Paik

See Us Bloom: Poems on Compassion, Acceptance, and Bravery by Kyunghee Kim, illustrated by Emily Paik. Modern Marigold Books, 2023. 9781735031941 Rating: 1-5 (5 is an excellent or a Starred review) 4 Format: Hardcover picture book Genre: Poetry What did you like about the book? Brief, one-page poems inspire children of all ethnicities to make their own path, try new things, become friends…