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[alexlwrites]

Friday, Diner Day - 2052

There was this old couple in the corner of the room, sitting on those high red vinyl stools, both short enough to swing their feet above the ground, the man’s a little lower. They’re both giggling like highschoolers and people couldn’t help but look fondly at them.

Sitting beside them was a young woman, her chin resting on her folded hands, cheeks flushed from laughter. She hung from every word the couple said, eyes full of stars and wishful daydreams.

“So, how did you two meet?” she asked and the older gentleman smiled crookedly, slanted eyes full of mirth.

“Funny story, really” the old lady laughed “Richard here was in a motorcycle gang and I needed a quick escape from the police.”

“Betty was fistfighting transphobes that got in the way of a march for trans rights. She jumped onto the back of my bike and yelled ‘run, I’ve got priors!’”

“I shoplifted a lot” Betty nodded, quickly adding “only from big corporations, of course!”

“She stole our first anniversary gift” Richard placed his hand on top of hers, matching wedding bands reflecting light on their ring fingers “She’s very sentimental.”

There was a horrified yet endeared look on the young woman’s face, misplaced admiration for the lasting love of those elderly ex-delinquents.

Love can really be found in the strangest of places, she mused, maybe I should join a gang.

***

“A motorcycle gang, Y/N, really?”

Friday was laundry day of the week, meaning you and Yoongi wore your weirdest, most mismatched clothes while folding shirts, the smell of his favorite fabric softener covering the room, sticking to the clean sheets.

“You would look good in one of those leather jackets. Also, being in a boy band is not that different from being in a gang”.

Yoongi threw an unknown piece of clothing at you “How would you know?”

“Well, I’ll have you know, Richard, that I used to be a prolific criminal in my day. The TV in the living room? Stole it.”

“From Walmart?”

“From Hybe.”

Yoongi’s giggles and gummy smiles still managed to fill your heart with a funny and unsettling sort of warmth even after decades of being exposed to it. You would never get used to it, never be impermeable or numb to his happiness as it was directly correlated to your own. Every loud laughter you managed to get out of him was a victory and you had been keeping score for thirty years.

Friday, Diner Day - 2022

Diner day was the best day of the week, Yoongi thought. Every possible Friday was spent with his best friends in the back of a poorly lit restaurant they found when they had very little money and way too many dreams. The whole place smelled of grease and sugar, but to him the sweetest thing was always behind the counter.

As usual, Yoongi excused himself from the table only minutes after arriving, leaving behind his hollering friends and walked over to you. You had flour on your head and icing covering your hands, hair pulled into a half-fallen bun with a single pencil running through it. That day, you wore about 3 thousand beaded bracelets and high tops, each foot clad in a different colored one.

“Yoongi” you greeted him cheerfully, pretty rosy lips stretched in a grin “You are back!”

Missed me?, he wanted to ask, but even after knowing you for so long he was still too shy, too unsure. His quiet way of pinning was annoying, sometimes impossibly painful to watch, but there was still some sort of comfort in keeping his cards close to his chest, safety in all the words he didn’t say.

“Uh, yes” he mumbled, voice soft and shy “Got back a few days ago. Thought I’d stop by.”

“That’s nice of you, we all really missed you here.”

Yoongi glanced at the rest of the staff in disbelief: a teenage girl chewing gum that looked like she would rather be anywhere else, half waitering and half bullying the clients; a middle-aged cook that spoke very broken korean and only ever answered anyone with a grimace and a college boy that Yoongi had never ever seen sober. “You all did?”

You shrugged, the picture of nonchalance except for your now bright red ears “Well, I did. It’s not the same without you here on fridays.”

Yoongi’s heart always came alive when you talked to him, but some days, the days when your kindness dripped out of every words and your casual compliments got to him, on those days his heart became an Olympic athlete and tried to jump out of his chest, following his barely working brain down the street, running away from his flustered, sweaty and non-responsive body.

“Ah,,,” he said smartly, right hand flying to rub the back of his neck. C’mon, Yoongi, he thought, you can say something nice to the girl you like “I missed you too” he forced the words out, smile bordering on a grimace.

“You’re just saying that cause I serve you food” there was a light blush hanging high on your cheeks now, bringing even more warmth to your completion and the sight made hope bloom in Yoongi’s chest.

Cause if he could cause that sort of reaction on you (you, who he once saw dump hot coffee on a guy’s lap for harassing the other waitress and yell at client for making fun of the cook’s accent) then maybe he had a shot. Maybe he could find a way to work around the impending doom cloud that loomed over him due to his celebrity status and just ask you out. Just a normal-ish guy with a crush on an extraordinary-ish girl.

[sadienita]

Where Stray Kids Would Take You in Seoul - Maknae Line

Jisung - Suyeon Mountain Tea Room (수연산방) and Bukhansan National Park

Bukhansan is the tallest mountain in Seoul and sits to the north of the city. It is surrounded by a national park and has a number of different trails that can be walked or hiked. Seoul also holds a number of traditional tea houses, Suyeon Mountain Tea Room isn’t far from Bukhansan and has beautiful views of their garden year round.

Of course he knows you want to see the sites around Seoul but Jisung would love to show you some of the quieter, calmer sites. He’d also be able to show you just how beautiful the country is. Walking through the park you’d have plenty of time to chat and enjoy the hopefully fresh air Seoul has terrible air quality y’all while you look for good views along the trail. He’d be sure to take photos of you in all of the pretty spots you find and would probably snap some sneaky ones of you while you’re looking at the views, the nature, or taking your own pictures and if you look at his lock screen tomorrow you’ll see one of them. After that you’ll head down to the tea room for a rest, enjoying the atmosphere and some tea after a lot of walking.

Felix - Biking and a Picnic in Olympic Park

Olympic park is a large park in southeast Seoul. It holds a number of walking trails, museums, gyms and stadiums, art and flower gardens, and bike roads. It’s also literally right next to the JYP building hence why multiple members have vlogged there. Also we’ve all seen Felix’s biking vlogs, yes? Yes of course we have so you know where this came from

Felix’s first thought would be to take you somewhere pretty but close that he knows well. He knows that you can truly spend all day in Olympic Park and even continue to some longer trails around the area if you did end up getting bored. He’d start off the day by packing up a picnic lunch full of kimbap and fruit and some homemade brownies before you go to rent bikes. He’d make sure your helmet is on snuggly before you take off on the bikes, riding around the trails and stopping at any particularly nice views or gardens to take pictures. Once you’ve worked up an appetite he’d take you to the picnic grounds and lay out a picnic mat before pulling out all of the food. You’d spend the next while chatting and eating while he eagerly asks about your favourite parts of your visit so far. You'd finish off the day by walking up some of the trails and getting some pretty views of Lotte Tower and the setting sun.

Seungmin - Exploring Gyeongbokgung in Hanbok

Gyeongbokgung is the largest of the palaces in Seoul. The beautiful grounds include both lots of information about the history of Korea and the lives of royal families as well as stunning views and gorgeous historic architecture. It’s very common for Koreans and foreigners alike to rent hanbok and explore the palace to take pictures.

Seungmin’s reasoning for taking you to the palace would be two fold. You’d start the day by going in, taking a tour and checking out one of the museums. He’d tell you anything else he knew about the history and would get so happy when you start asking questions about it or Korean culture, very happy to tell you all he knew. After stopping for lunch he’d take you to rent hanbok, smiling so brightly seeing you in it and then take you back to the palace. You’d spend the afternoon exploring the grounds with Seungmin snapping tons of photos of you, some posing and some candid. His heart would be bursting the whole time, loving how nice you look and seeing you interact with and take part in his culture. He’d also make sure to ask someone to take pictures of the both of you in some of the prettiest spots around the palace grounds.

Jeongin - Lotte World

Lotte World is a theme park in the southeast of Seoul. There is a large indoor section to the park as well as an outdoor section with a small island and some of the larger, outdoor rides. One fun quirk of Lotte World is for people to rent school uniforms (or school-like uniforms such as the produce series uniforms) for their visit to the park.

Jeongin would enjoy taking you somewhere fun. He’d get excited just looking up all the things you can do at the park and planning out what to ride and when. He’d definitely ask if you’d like to get uniforms, trying to convince you with a cute pout and telling you how cute the pictures would be. In between riding rides and playing games he’d make sure to snap lots of pics of the two of you in any cute or pretty spots you find. He’d just love spending a day with you having fun and being silly and enjoying yourselves. He’d definitely end the day with a walk around Seokchon lake as the sun sets.

[ralphbarredo]

A Day in the Life of a Young Entrepreneurial Student: Balancing School and Business with Grit and Determination

As the sun rises, I'm up at 5 am, gearing up for the day ahead. First, I wash my face, brush my teeth, and take a shower. Then, at 6:10 am, it's breakfast time - bread or rice to fuel me up.

By 6:40 am, I'm on my bike, headed to school. This bike saves me money and gives me freedom. No more asking Mom for cash; I've got my own wheels now.

School lasts from 7 am to 3 pm. its tiring alot of activites and homework to do since school year is almost over. anyways, after that, it's back home to start my small business with Mom. We make Korean food - folded kimbap and bento kimbap. We receive about 5 to 15 orders a day, which keep us busy for 1 to 3 hours.

Around 6-7 pm, it's delivery time. I use my bike to bring food to our customers. I don't charge for delivery cost, I think its much more convenient for them even though i get tired and exhausted but thats part of success and I will do anything for it.

After delivery, I take a short break, then count the money and plan for the next day. It's tiring, but I push through.

Finally, I clean up, get ready for bed, and rest. Another day done, but I'm ready for whatever tomorrow brings.

[commajade]

i was on an uncomfortable korean air flight from jeju to seoul last night and found out how they used the superm korean air collab song it's actually terrible.

it's so unnecessarily long and cringey and boa's respectable and normal years old safety guidelines video is still there but interspersed with like. kai on a sci fi exercise bike. baekhyun hitting high notes in an economy seat. mark's voice digitally fried saying stuff like "airplane mode~" "no e-cigarettes~" "electronic devices and battery~" in a mix of english and korean. and the middle section with taeyong(?) as a pink bear that raps and the children chanting parts of the song that was slightly terrifying. the plane was old too so some of the screens kept turning off and trying to fold back and then turning back on it was genuinely a surreal experience.

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[twobillionseconds]

March 31st - April 2nd 2023

March 31st:

Work from home day. I got some stuff done today. I took the dog for a couple walks. Went to the gym. For dinner I met up a couple friends for dinner at Korean BBQ place. It was great. Went home and made couple drinks.

April 1st:

Woke up a bit later than I wanted. Still early enough to take care of the things I wanted in the morning. Went to couple classes in the afternoon. Afterwards I took the dog to a park. Then I went to a social event. On the way back home I got sushi from a place near home. 

April 2nd:

Took the dog to a park. Met some other dog park acquaintances. Went to the grocery to pick up some ingredients for curry rice and egg mc muffins. Made lunch and met the boys for a bike ride. After we got some açaí. Came back home and showered, took a nap, and took the dog for a short walk. Went to a social. On the way home and stopped by In-N-Out. Prepped for tomorrow’s dinner and did some laundry folding. I’m getting ready for tomorrow. 

[thisbeatchachinglikemoney]

Chapter 3

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Jimin and Yoongi were riding bicycles, with Jimin in the lead. They went along the country road towards the town of Crema and its bank.

 The day was already hot. Jimin’s shirt was sticking to his back and he could feel his shorts getting warmer by the second.

 The countryside shone under the soft sunlight of the Po Valley.

 Their stop at the bank was actually quite quick. Jimin had waited outside while Yoongi had gone in. He could never get used to the sight of Yoongi walking away from him.

 The two were sat at the little café in the town square that had iron chairs and tables, drinking coffee. Yoongi examined the bank application forms, then folded them up and put them in his knapsack. He looked around the almost empty square.

 “What does one do around here?” Yoongi asked.

 Jimin took a sip of his coffee. How Tae did not like this stuff, he did not know. “Nothing.” He replied. “Wait for summer to end.”

 “What do you do in the winter, then?” Yoongi asked. Before Jimin could answer, he continued to speak. “Don’t tell me: wait for summer, right?”

 “We come here only for Christmas and some other vacation…” Jimin trailed off.

 “Christmas?”

 “And Easter too. We are Jewish, Korean, German, Italian… somewhat atypical. Besides my family you are probably the only other Jew who has set foot in this town.”

 “I am from a small town in Daegu. I know what its like to be the odd Jew out.” Yoongi paused. “And what else do you do here in summer, besides this?” Jimin smiled and said nothing. They both laughed. “What do you do?”

 “Transcribe music. Read books. Swim at the river. Go out at night.” Jimin replied.

 Yoongi took this in, his eyes hidden by dark sunglasses as he gathered up his things, cutting their conversation off. They silently reclaimed their bikes.

 Yoongi seemed to be miles away, but as Jimin was getting on his bike, he lost balance for a moment and Yoongi put his arm around his shoulder steadying him.

 He then sped off, saying “Later”, leaving Jimin on his own.

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 Jaehyun was attempting to devise a new filing system for his correspondence. His office was a bit of a mess; there were packs of letters lying about and open boxes with more letters.

 Yoongi was helping him and Jimin was with them.

 Minjung entered carrying a little tray with a pitcher of more apricot juice which she poured out into glasses. Everyone had some. Yoongi downed his in a gulp. He smacked his lips, and said “Ah!”

 Minjung looked at him amused. Jimin looked at his father, already knowing what he was about to say.

 “The word apricot comes from the Arabic – it’s like the words ‘algebra’, ‘alchemy’, and ‘alcohol’. It derives from an Arabic noun combined with the Arabic article ‘al-’ before it. The origin of our Italian ‘albicocca’ was ‘albarquq’…” Jaehyun paused to drawn breath, then continued, warming to his subject. “It’s amazing that today in Israel and many Arab countries the fruit is referred to by a totally different name: ‘mishmish’.”

 Through all of this, Yoongi had been listening carefully. Jimin knew what his father was doing and Yoongi was about to fall right into his trap.

 “I beg to differ.” Yoongi inputted.

 “Ah?” Jaehyun seemed to have his interest piqued.

 “The word is not actually an Arabic word.”

 “How so?”

 Jimin and Minjung listened carefully. They had seen all this happening in the past.

 “It’s a long story, so bear with me, Pro.” Yoongi began. “Many Latin words are derived from the Greek. In the case of ‘apricot’, however, it’s the other way around.” He threw a quick, amused look at Jimin. “Here the Greek takes over from Latin. The Latin word was praecoquum, from pre-coquere, pre-cook, to ripen early, as in precocious, meaning premature. The Byzantines – to go on – borrowed praecox, and it became prekokkia or berikokki, which is finally how the Arabs must have inherited it as al-barquq.” There was a moment of silence. Jimin and Minjung looked at Jaehyun. Yoongi continued. “Courtesy Philology 101.”

 Jaehyun was bemused. “Passes with flying colours.”

 Minjung, unable to resist, started laughin.

 Jimin turned to Yoongi. “He does this every year…”

 Yoongi smiled, shaking his head.

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 Jimin took Yoongi into the local town later in the day just to get out of the house and to also spend some time alone with him. Yes, he obviously had ulterior motives. Who wouldn’t with someone who looked the way Yoongi did?

 They were walking down the street when Yoongi stepped into a small bar. Some men were sitting at two of the tables with playing cards. The place was lively with waiters bringing coffee and other drinks to the customers.

 Some of the men looked up and nodded at Yoongi, seeming to know him. Jimin was taken by surprise. How did they know him? A small curl of jealousy flared inside him, making Jimin shake his head and scold himself internally. Not yet. It was way too early to be acting like this. Yoongi sat down at one of the tables where a game was starting.

 “How do you know this place?” Jimin asked.

 Yoongi winked, causing Jimin’s heart to skip a beat as he pulled up a chair and sat, spectating the game.

 The cards were dealt. Yoongi, accepted at once, treated his fellow players as equals, which Jimin found admirable. Despite being a rich intellectual, a guest at the villa of one of the area’s richest men, he was still down to earth and humbled. Jimin internally sighed feeling himself beginning to fall.

[aswiya]

How Saudi Arabian-South Korean Entrepreneur Zainab Alblushi Nurtures Her Dual Heritage

by HAYA MAHFOUZ

Back to her Roots

Zainab Alblushi was born in Scotland, and went to school in Saudi Arabia, where she also completed a degree in information technology. She then decided to become closer to her Korean roots through learning the language and doing her graduate studies in South Korea, where she now lives. An early riser who begins her day at 7am, she ensures 10 minutes of playtime with her two cats, rescues Kiwi and Sangeo. Next is a bike ride to gym, before another productive day at a nearby library or café. “Where I work influences my energy and productivity,” she says. Captivated with the contrasting aesthetics of her two favorite places, Alblushi appreciates Seoul’s fast, high-tech, and easily accessible lifestyle, while she finds balance on the peaceful and serene Jeju Island to the south of the country, which is celebrated for its untouched nature.

Finding her Niche

Favoring a soothing aesthetic of neutral hues and a minimalist aura, Alblushi takes her audience on a daily journey of her life in Seoul via her vlogs. The 30-year-old left a career in information technology to mark her presence as an influencer, with an unfiltered approach that captivates her audience of 264,000 YouTube subscribers. With her relaxed composure, Alblushi offers calm and inspiring content with a focus on fashion and beauty. “My approach is basically being me and showing my daily life,” she explains. “It’s always interesting to see how people view me and my content. It makes me learn more about myself.”

Art of Expression

Alblushi’s style is inspired by accents of her mother’s style in the 1990s and actors playing wealthy characters in Korean dramas. Emphasizing the importance of comfort, she avoids layering and likes to keep it simple through consistent colors and fabrics. That is why she appreciates dresses and matching co-ords, which are uplifted with simple twists and folds. A go-to shopping stop is Cos. “My current daily look is wide cotton pants and a long sleeve cardigan,” she says of her winter wardrobe dressing. Avoiding tedious accessorizing, she wears a pair of simple earrings, an essential to her everyday look. “I have been wearing the same gold earrings since I was six,” she shares. Alblushi also still holds on to some of her mother’s long coats from the 90s as wintertime staples she likes to pair with long boots.

K-Beauty Days and Nights

Newly influenced by the South Korean half of her identity, Alblushi has practised a strict skincare regimen ever since she was young. She doesn’t start the day without cleansing her face and applying toner, eye cream, an under-eye patch, sunscreen, and facial mist. “My night routine is pretty much the same, but I use a sheet mask instead of suncreen,” she shares, before teasing a skincare project she’s been formulating, to be shared as soon as it is ready.

Mother’s Daughter

Following developing herself as a social media influencer, Alblushi also recently launched Eleure, an online fashion store that offers Korean style pieces for Saudi women. Her perseverance is fueled by her favorite piece of advice, “Never limit your goal by trying to be realistic,” she says. She explores different corners of creativity, anchored by memories with her mother. She is fascinated with painting, a hobby she picked up from doing it with her mother as a child. She also finds herself compelled to work on her talent in sewing – looking back on the days when her mother used to make all her dresses by hand.

*All pieces pictured are from Alblushi's shop Eleure

[not-majestic-bluenicorn]

Puzzle || Ink Prints JohnKun Mini Series

Fandom(s): NCT (127 & WayV)

AU: Soulmates AU

Genre: Romance, Fluff

Relationship: Johnny x Kun

Language: English

Status: 5/5

Chapter WC: 2,684 words

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, Bruises (someone falls of a bike).

Chapter Warnings: None apply

Summary:

Kun doesn’t really know what he’s doing with his life. He moved to South Korea on impulse to study his major, but he doesn’t actually know what he’s doing there. He is starting to regret his decision when his soulmate walks into his life in the most unexpected of ways. If only it were that easy...

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Hello kids~

My name is Johnny and I’ll be your peer mentor for the next two weeks! In this e-mail you’ll find all of the important schedules that you’ll have as well as a map of the campus. For now, the most important document is the one with the information on how to get the key to your temporary room, it’s the first thing you gotta do when you get here!

On the first day we’ll have two meetings. The first one will be just a general introduction about the University, the campus and all that important business. Then I’ll take you to a tour of the campus. The second meeting we’ll be about the finalization of your transfer process, so it’s very important you assist to that one!

If you have time afterwards and want to, I’d love to take you all out for dinner! Send me a confirmation response please!

Johnny

--

Hello Johnny-ssi,

I’m Qian Kun, one of your mentees. This would be my confirmation response. Thanks a lot for the useful information. It’d be a pleasure to have dinner with all of the group.

Kun

--

Kun pushed his suitcase with one hand as he held the map of the campus with the other. He was trying to figure out where the dormitories were so he could get his key and pass out for the night. His flight had been postponed and he had ended up arriving later than planned, which ruined his plans of seeing a little bit of Korea for the day. Now, the only thing he craved was rest.

When he finally figured out how to read the map, he sighed in relief and made his way there. His legs ached. At first because of the somewhat cramped space in the Economy Class of the flight he had taken, but now because he had been walking around like a headless chicken trying to decipher the campus’ map. That tour was certainly going to come in handy.

He folded the map and shoved it in his pocket as he got to the building. The lady behind the desk was quite kind and understanding as she guided him through the registration process, and soon enough he was holding the miraculous key in his free hand. His room was on the second floor, which was ideal because he didn’t want to climb too many stairs while carrying the suitcase.

The room was a decent size and it had two beds on opposite sides. He knew he would need to share rooms once the classes started, but for now, he was grateful to have it for himself. Kun chose the bed further away from the door and sat on it, laying down the suitcase to begin pulling stuff out. He was tired, but his future self would be grateful to him if he didn’t have to struggle looking for clothes the next day.

Once he had put everything away, Kun flopped on the bed and took out his cellphone. He had bought a plan just so he could use it in Korea during his stay, but he would probably have to change numbers until he finished his studies. He had a couple of messages from his fathers and some friends, but decided to answer them later. He was still a little bit surprised he was actually going through with his decision to study in Korea.

He didn’t have an actual reason to do it. He had made the decision unprompted and just gone through with it, and now he was only a couple months away from starting his universitary studies in Korea. His fathers had been very supportive of him, like they had always been, but it still surprised him a little bit that they had just let him go to a whole other country. Still, Kun was sort of glad with his decision, if only because it made him excited.

He raised his arm and looked at the horse pacing on his skin. It was really big, even for a soulmate tattoo, and from what Kun had researched, he knew it was a Clydesdale. Whenever it was on his hand, it covered more than half of the back, and it made him feel somewhat small. It was funny though, because his fathers usually told him his soulmate must be someone really tall, even though the tattoos weren’t actually tied to the physical aspect of the person.

Kun sometimes wondered what the animal that represented him was. But more than that, he wondered if he would ever find his soulmate at all. He knew it was difficult to find your soulmates and that a lot of people were happy even when they never got to meet them. Still, he was allowed to hope. Maybe that was the reason he had left China in the first place. He sighed and turned around, falling asleep shortly after.

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The next morning, he woke up with enough time to get ready and have breakfast. The problem was that he didn’t have food nor did he know where the nearest convenience store or cafeteria was. Fortunately, he had packed protein bars for such occasions. He opened one and shoved two more in his pockets before picking up his backpack and heading out, map in one hand and protein bar in the other.

His backpack had nothing but a notebook, a couple of pens, and his cellphone’s charger. Honestly, he didn’t even think he would need to take that many notes to begin with, and felt silly for bringing such a big backpack with him. It was a little too late to be second-guessing his outfit, so he just followed the map to the best of his abilities to the auditorium where they would be introduced to the university.

Kun finished his protein bar and shoved the plastic wrapper in his backpack before entering the auditorium. There were already people there. A kind senior student gave him a folder containing notes with what they were seeing that day, before directing him towards the seats. Kun walked down the aisle and sat down, keeping a certain distance from the other foreigner students waiting for the meeting to start. He still didn’t feel quite ready to make friends.

Little by little, the auditorium filled until the clock marked the time for the meeting. Kun took out his pens and made his own notes over the papers he had been given. The peer mentors told them a little bit of history about the university and explained to them how each department was divided. Kun paid close attention to everything, while simultaneously wondering which of those students was ‘Johnny’.

He had liked the first impression he had formed of his peer mentor through the email. He seemed kind and helpful. As far as Kun knew, most peer mentors were also foreigner students that had been new to the university at some point, just like them. Johnny was, according to his limited knowledge, an English name, so he wondered if his peer mentor came from England or maybe America.

“Now, let’s go through a quick overview of the campus’ map, and then your peer mentors can take you on a tour!” The student at the front said, as the presentation changed to a slide with a map of the university.

Kun compared it to his own map which he had been using so far, but it wasn’t of much help, as he had truly no idea how to even locate himself in the map. The tour would surely be helpful. The meeting came to an end shortly after, and the mentors pulled out papers with their names printed on them. Finding Johnny was easy enough.

His mentor was a tall man. His hair was long and bleached, half of it held back in a little bun. He was holding his sign high and moving it around with a silly smile on his face. Kun couldn’t help but smile, although he tried to suppress it as he walked towards him. From close up, Johnny was even taller, but his smile made him approachable.

“I think this is all of you,” Johnny said with a smile, as he folded the paper and put it back in his pocket. “My name’s John Seo, but please don’t call me John, it makes me feel old. You can also call me Youngho, as that is my Korean name. Whatever makes you feel more comfortable!”

As it turned out, three out of his four new colleagues were also Chinese, which immediately made him feel more comfortable. Junhui and Yanan were both taller than him, but the first one looked like he was up for mischief and the second one had a very nice smile. Handong looked like you didn’t want to mess with her, but she turned out to be quite funny and nice. Alexandra (or Alex, as she had asked them to call her) was very friendly and immediately bonded with Johnny over coming from America.

Johnny turned out to be an excellent guide. He let them know where the most important markers were and how to use them as guides to get to their destinations. The campus was really big, and they ended up only looking at the main buildings. By the end of the three hour tour, Kun was exhausted and famished. Fortunately, he wasn’t the only one, so Johnny took them to his favorite cafeteria on campus.

“Personally this is my favorite place to eat on campus,” he explained as they all picked something from the menu. “But you can always eat outside if you find time to come and go, there’s plenty of stuff around here.”

“Johnny-ssi-” Kun began, but he was quickly stopped.

“Hyung, please,” Johnny said with a smile. “What is it?”

“Johnny-hyung…” The word felt weird on his tongue since he didn’t actually know Johnny that well, but the oldest seemed content with his effort, so he was willing to let it slide. “Is it true that there’s going to be a treasure hunt?”

“A treasure hunt?” Junhui immediately piped in, eyes open wide.

“Ohh yeah.” Johnny clicked his tongue. “Spoiler alert, it’s quite hard.”

They followed him to a table. Kun sat in front of him, so it would be easier to ask him questions and listen to him without having to turn around. Johnny prompted them to eat their lunch while he explained a little bit more about the treasure hunt. The first bite tasted like glory to Kun, although he wasn’t certain if it was because of his hunger or because the food there was as good as Johnny had bragged it was. 

“There’s prizes, mostly things that will be useful for your stay here. It can range all the way from supplies to food coupons which, honestly, can be life savers.” Johnny took turns to talk and eat, trying not to leave details out. “But it is pretty hard, since the campus is so big.”

“We should team up!” Alex suggested, and the rest nodded.

“Is it obligatory?” Handong asked, leaning closer.

“Oh no-” Johnny shook his head- “none of the activities are obligatory, they’re simple recommendations.”

“Will you participate in the treasure hunt?” Kun asked.

“Well, technically I can’t,” he said, after swallowing a bite of his meal, “but I will help prepare it.” Johnny winked knowingly, and Kun found himself needing to look away.

Johnny was very friendly, and very confident. Which he had a right to be, because he was also very attractive, but that only made Kun feel more flustered and awkward. It wasn’t that Kun didn’t have self-confidence, because he did… just not as much as Johnny. He just hoped he would be able to overcome it soon, because Johnny was going to be his mentor for two whole weeks.

“Right.” Johnny pulled his cellphone out of the bag and passed it to Yanan on his side. “Please put your Kakao account, it’ll be easier to talk through there than through emails.” Yanan sent himself a friend request and then passed it to Alexa. “Also, I would like to invite you all for dinner tonight, it’s on me. I’ll text you the details.”

Once they were done eating, the five of them returned to the meeting room while Johnny stayed behind to do some other stuff. This time, Kun did sit next to his new friends, finding it a bit more comfortable. Soon enough they were all added to a chatroom by Johnny, and Kun used the opportunity to add them all as friends.

This meeting was a lot more tedious, as it was packed with important information. Kun could barely take notes fast enough in Korean, so they ended up a mix of Korean and Chinese that probably only he could understand. It didn’t matter as long as he was able to use them for their intended purpose. 

After the meeting, they went their separate ways, as they all wanted to use their free time differently. Kun simply went back to his dorm, thinking that he should ask Johnny for some places to visit over dinner. He kind of knew where he wanted to go, but getting the opinion of someone with more experience than him seemed like a better idea. Just as he was thinking of that, Johnny sent a message to their chatroom.

Johnny-hyung: meet me outside the dorms at 8-ish Johnny-hyung: dinner’s on me!

Kun programmed an alarm and then flopped on his bed to take a nap. He was exhausted and it took him no time to fall asleep. He barely heard the alarm when it sounded, and woke up with a start. He managed to fix his hair and rinse his mouth before storming off to the dorm’s reception. Despite waking up right on time, he was still the first one to make it besides Johnny, who smiled brightly upon his arrival.

“For a moment I thought you’d stand me up!” He said as a form of greeting. Kun bowed slightly, apologetically. “Don’t worry about it, the others said they’re on their way here. It seems like they had a busy afternoon.”

It took about ten minutes for everyone to get there, then Johnny called cabs for them and off they went. He took them to a grill house, and as soon as the smell of grilling meat reached them, they all felt hungry. A waiter took them to the table Johnny had reserved, and they all sat promptly, eager to eat.

When the meat arrived and Johnny began grilling it, Kun immediately offered to help. At least it was something he could do, and it made him feel better to have some sort of control over the situation. Everything felt so foreigner to him, which was kind of ironic when he was in a group full of other foreigners.

“Ohh!” Johnny exclaimed in admiration. “It seems like our Kun is good at grilling meat!”

Alex let out a cheer as Kun placed a handful of juicy pieces of meat on her place. Junhui tried to steal from her, but she protected her plate fiercely. Kun chuckled and served Junhui next, to avoid a war from starting at their table.

“It’s nothing, I just like cooking.” Kun smiled, feeling warm at the compliment.

“Really now.” Johnny smiled, taking care of his own side of the grill. Kun glanced at him briefly, but looked away once he discovered Johnny was looking at him.

Once everyone had meat on their plates, Johnny grabbed his glass and raised it to the center. The others followed him, glancing curiously at him.

“I want to propose a cheer for all of you,” he explained. “May your first year at the university be successful!”

“Cheers!” They all exclaimed in unison, clinking their glasses and then drinking for them.

Kun glanced at Johnny briefly, and the oldest smiled at him, reassuringly. He felt his shoulders relax as he took another sip of his drink before going back to grilling meat. Maybe he would be able to find himself in this unfamiliar place after all.

[kingsuckjin]

The Enigma of Bunny | Pt.3

Pairing: Jungkook, Yoongi, Jimin, Jin, Taehyung(soon) x reader also featuring Hobi and Namjoon

Genre: fluffy fluff fluff, angst, smut (later) mystery, horror, yandere stuff later

Warnings: heavy talk of mental disorders and abuse (therapy) Jungkook has a weird episode that I can’t really explain now but just be weary. Eventual dark and yandere themes.

Synopsis: You find a very sick young man in an alley and out of the bottomless barrel of kindness that is your heart, you decide take him home. Only then do you realize this stranger doesn’t speak, but that’s not the only strange thing about him by far. Who is he? Where did he come from? What happened to him? And why can’t he remember anything or even speak?

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“Noona! Noona, Noona, Noona!”

“You really don’t need to wake her, I’m just here to-”

“Noona!”

You let out a sigh as you rolled out of bed and quickly but still groggy, headed off towards the calls to find Jungkook standing in the lounge with Yoongi who looked to be holding something.

“Sorry- I didn’t mean to wake y-”

“Noona.” Jungkook said as he pointed at Yoongi.

“I know Jungkook. That’s Yoongi. He lives over there, he’s been here before.” You pointed to the direction he lived in as you reminded him.

“So he has a name?” Yoongi asked as you walked closer to them to take a look at what he had in hid hands, a plastic tupperware container.

“Yeah, he named himself.”

“Jungkook.” He pointed to himself seeming to introduce himself to Yoongi, but Yoongi ignored it.

“I thought you…” he trailed off.

“I did but the police couldn’t find who he was and made me come get him because he was crying for me.”

Yoongi cracked a smile of amusement along with a brief laugh.

“Well, whatever. I brought you brownies. I made too many.” He said and held the container forward for you to take.

You couldn’t help but smile at the sentiment.

“Thank you!”

“I really didn’t have anything else to do with them besides throw them away.” He shrugged.

“I still appreciate it. Hey, do you think maybe you could come with me later to do something if you’re not busy later? I kind of need a favor-”

“Yeah.” You were cut off speaking by his fast reply. “Well, what is it? I might have time… probably.”

“Its for Jungkook over here. He has no clothes and I don’t know how long he’s going to be here and he can’t keep wearing my clothes and-”

“Obviously.” Yoongi said looking over the tight pink pajamas he was wearing. You went on anyway ignoring his comment.

“And I don’t know anything about men’s clothes or what men need. I think I need to shave him but I don’t know how?”

“Shave him?” He asked with raised eyebrows.

“His face, yeah. I don’t know how good he’d look with a biker beard.”

“I’ll help.” Yoongi agreed.

“Thank you thank you thank you!” You jumped around as you said. You felt relieved that you didn’t have to try to figure this out all by yourself now.

“When?”

“When are you free?” You replied.

“Well I mean I’m not doing anything right now…”

You clapped your hands together with a smile.

“Yes! Let me go get dressed and grab Jungkook’s only clothes.” You raced off and hurriedly got dressed.

When you returned with Jungkook’s neatly folded clothes he began to strip until you stopped him and pushed him into the bathroom and closed the door.

“So hes like… actually mentally…?” Yoongi whispered to me.

“He’s smart.” You replied defensively.

“But he just…”

“But he catches onto things so quickly. He figures things out sometimes by himself. I-I don’t know. I’m no psychologist but if he was disabled he would’ve learned all these things already, he would’ve seen them being done and copied whoever cared for him. He’s learning to speak so fast. I… I kind of- I just have this feeling something happened to him and I don’t know why. It’s hard to explain.”

“Maybe you should have him see a doctor.” Yoongi suggested to you as Jungkook came out fully dressed. Before you even put your shoes on he was putting his on. He had already realized you all were leaving.

You put yours on too and as you stepped out of the apartment complex all together. Jungkook grabbed your hand and placed it on his muscled upper arm.

“Why is he making you do that?” Yoongi had seen the gesture.

“Well the first time we went out he was distracted by a lot of stuff and he took off once in the store, he’s also a little jittery. This way I can guide him, stop him, and lead him, we do it every time we go somewhere. I think it might be a comfort thing for him at his point.”

“What do you mean?”

“It makes him feel safe. I’ve noticed that there’s a couple things he likes doing that makes him feel safe, that’s why I think something happened to him.”

“Like what? What are the things?”

“Well first of all he flips out if I leave him. He doesn’t like knocking at the door or loud noises.” You looked to Jungkook to give him a quick smile that he returned.

“He squeals every time I knock.” Yoongi replied.

“He also likes me calling him by his nickname, or well, what I named him first.”

“So you don’t think he might be autistic? My cousin is on the autism spectrum.” Yoongi came right out and asked.

“I don’t really know what the qualifications for that are. He doesn’t seem slow at anything, just new at everything, absolutely everything.” You shrugged.

“So whats the deal with that? Do you like help him go to the bathroom or bathe him?” He asked.

“He can go to the bathroom himself.” You answered understanding Yoongi’s harmless curious questions about your guest.

“So do you bathe him?”

At this question though you went quiet for a few seconds, you decided it was best not to say a clear yes or no, just to explain.

“He acted like he had never even seen a bathtub before. But I think he can do it himself now after I did it for him.”

“That’s… strange. Your like… bathing a grown stranger man.”

You pouted as he once again judged you.

“Its not. Nurses help people do that stuff all the time, especially for the elderly or handicapped. Its not like I saw anything when I helped him anyway, I look away. I don’t think its very weird, he’s learning.”

“I guess you put it that way it’s not to bad. Its actually pretty sweet of you.”

You now beamed at Yoongi after he said this as it restored your faith in him.

“Noona.” Jungkook pointed to graffiti on the side of a building depicting a very realistic cat.

“Cat. It’s a cat.” He replied in a full, clear sentence.

“Nice job!” You gave his arm a proud squeeze as you cooed.

“Noona.” He said and pointed at a bus.

“Bus.” You told him.

“Its a bus.” He now seemed to mutter to himself trying the sentence on the new word. His parroting had evolved.

You admit you didn’t really like going out like this before, but now just hearing his vocabulary grow made you want to keep him out all day.

“Good job.” You whispered to him.

“Jungkook good job?” He asked.

“Jungkook did a good job.” You replied correcting him and also telling him.

“Noona did a good job… noona… noona tell Jungkook, cat, bus, star.” He looked down at you with fondness.

“What?” Yoongi asked probably confused by the seemingly random words, but you knew.

“Are you thanking me for teaching you?” You asked Jungkook and his face lit up at my words letting me know you were right as he nodded.

“Yes! Thanking you.”

“You mean thank you.” You corrected.

“Noona thank you.”

There was something powerful about him thanking you, showing his appreciation for something you were trying so hard at helping him with. It wasn’t just his look of appreciation this time, he had decided to struggle with his words just to let you know he appreciated your efforts.

“You’re welcome.” Was the only uncomplicated reply you could think of, but it didn’t serve how you felt justice.

“He’s… actually not as bad at talking as I thought.” Yoongi admitted.

“He couldn’t even put together sentences before yesterday. He didn’t know any words when I found him. I think he learned them from me and dramas.”

“Oh. Wow… wait. Have you ever thought Korean just might not be his first language?” Yoongi asked before getting Jungkook’s attention and saying something in English but he obviously didn’t understand.

“Well that still wouldn’t explain him not knowing what a bath was or how to drink from a cup, I’m pretty sure they do those things in other countries as well.” You pointed out.

“Odd. Very odd.” Yoongi cocked a brow at Jungkook as if he were a puzzle that had yet to be solved.

You all went in clothing store after clothing store, picking him up item after item.

Even though Yoongi mostly only wore black you noticed he had quite an eye for fashion and you were glad for that. You even had Jungkook help by picking between some items. You had him try on so many things and you were pretty happy about getting to dress him up like a living doll. He had a nice body, nice face and a nice haircut so almost anything you put him in looked good. You went a little overboard but that was fine since you had a nice big chunk of savings put away from all this time living alone and only having to care for yourself, so you didn’t mind splurging on pricey things for him.

You also picked up some nice stuff for yourself and Yoongi couldn’t help but join in and buy some things for himself too. You were surprised when you suggested something would look good on Yoongi and he immediately snatched it up and bought it.

During the little outing together you all had some lunch. You finally asked him about what he did for work and you were amazed to find out he produced music so he worked from home too.

Jungkook seemed to kind of take a liking to him too and on the way home Jungkook did what he always did with you to learn words.

“Yoongi.” Jungkook pointed to a kid riding a bike.

“Bike.” Yoongi replied and Jungkook repeated it back possibly to remember it.

“Yoongi.” Jungkook pointed again as we walked by a river.

“River. It’s water.” Yoongi told him.

“Bath?” Jungkook asked.

“No, not like a bath.” Yoongi laughed and you smiled.

You went back to your place where Yoongi taught and helped you shave Jungkook’s face with a razor and shaving cream.

“Hold still, Bunny.” You had to remind him a few times.

“Bunny still.” Jungkook replied and would sit still for only a few moments before fidgeting again.

“Well stop talking before I accidentally cut your lip off.” Yoongi told him as he concentrated on his face.

You thanked Yoongi before he left and you two got each others numbers, his reason being he could help with him if you ever needed it.

Jungkook looked happier and much better in his own new pajamas and freshly clean and bathed after disappearing off into the bathroom for a while by himself. It kind of sparked pride in you. He deserved it for working so hard.

You decided that you’d attempt to make an appointment to have him seen by a psychologist or something to see what they had to say about him. You didn’t care if there was “something wrong with him” as some people would put it, you just wanted to better be able to understand him even though he seemed to understand you just fine. You wanted a professional opinion to see what they thought about him, why they thought he was the way he was.

You heard the tv on all night and Jungkook seemingly talking to himself. At one point you peeked into the lounge to check on him to find him saying back phrases from shows. It was around one in the morning and he looked tired but he was learning, he was up doing his best and it warmed your heart.

You walked into the living room and he didn’t notice you at first but when he did it took him by surprise and he jumped.

“Lets go to bed Jungkook.” You told him and turned off the tv before covering him up. He got the message and laid back on the sofa.

You went to pull away and go back to bed but he put your hands on your arm stopping you.

“Noona, thank you.” He said and you could feel his appreciation once again, you could see it in his big brown eyes that looked up at you.

“You’re welcome, Bunny. Goodnight.” You told him and he let you go to bed and so did he.

There was a loud yell and at first you thought you were dreaming until you heard it again followed by a loud thump.

It was Bunny.

You jumped from your bed and into the living room that was only lit by the television to see Jungkook tangled in blankets and seemingly fighting with nothing and rolling on the floor.

“Bunny! Bunny Bunny.”

You ran to his side and knelt on the floor, dodging his flying fists as you did so. You managed to grab both his wrists and his eyes flew open.

He panted hard as he just stared up at you. His eyes were big and glossed with horror as he breathed hard. You helped pull him to a sitting position on the floor seeing as he was now much calmer and now staring just straight ahead until you spoke.

“Are you alright? Did you have a nightmare?” Your voice was gentle and quiet which was a sharp contrast to the commotion a moment ago.

He just looked at you still breathing hard, looking like he was deciding not to answer this time.

Your hand went to his firm back and rubbed gentle circles until his breathing slowed down and he seemed to shake off however he felt.

If he didn’t want to talk about it, you weren’t going to make him.

“Bunny okay.” He finally told you before getting back up on the sofa to lay down but you still looked at him with concern.

“Promise. Sleep, okay?”

You finally nodded before heading back to your bed. You however didn’t go to sleep immediately, but stayed up for a while just to make sure he was okay.

The next morning he ate his cereal and drank his banana milk and watched more dramas as you called around to try to make him an appointment to see someone. You found out it was pretty hard to do for someone with no identity, but after explaining his story one psychologist they had agreed to see him later on that day most likely out of curiosity.

After you were off the phone you sat down with Jungkook who had just come back from putting his dishes in the sink.

“Noona. How are you today?” He asked before you could say anything and you couldn’t help but be astonished at his perfectly put together question.

“Good. Happy. You’re doing a good job at learning. How are you today?”

“Uhh…” He looked to either be thinking or choosing words “happy.” He stated “Noona…uhh making… Jungkook happy. Noona… cares Jungkook…?” He tailed off at the end like a question, like he was unsure of his words.

“I do care about Jungkook.” You smiled and upon hearing this he smiled back.

“I do care about noona.” He said back just the way you had, but replacing the names.

“Thank you, that means a lot to me.” You replied “Jungkook, how would you feel about going somewhere to talk to someone today?” You decided to break the news.

“Uhhh…” he seemed to think again “Jungkook talking… not good.”

“I know, but that’s okay.” You assured him.

“Noona won’t leave?”

You and you understood that he was wondering if you were going to leave him there like at the police station.

“No no, I won’t leave you there. I’ll stay.”

“Kay.” He seemed very pleased by your answer.

When he got dressed you couldn’t help but admire just how absolutely normal he looked, but how else was he supposed to look though? disheveled? He pretty much knew how to take care of himself now but you were just amazed at how little time it took him to learn and how fast he was at understanding things.

You explained all of this to the psychologist, how fast he learned, and how just a week ago he couldn’t talk or bathe himself. You talked about how he acted like he had never drank from a cup or seen a cat or bus or went to a store before you. You also talked about how he was so nervous and jumpy sometimes. You laid it all out for her in the little office as you sat on a sofa with Jungkook who was scooted close to you, seeming nervous and quiet but she seemed to be watching him carefully before she decided to talk with him a bit possibly to gauge his language skills.

“How are you today Jungkook?” She asked the same question he had this morning, you knew he had this one.

“Good.” He replied normally but bit his lip nervously.

“Why? What did you do today?”

“Jungkook ate- I ate… chips.” He seemed to correct himself and I could tell he was feeling under pressure right now. “I… had… bath. I… try to… learn.” He pieced things together slowly but the best he could.

“Good! Wow.” She said making him finally look proud instead of nervous “you teach yourself to talk?” She asked and he nodded.

“I see talking and… I… learn, I keep it.” He said and pointed to his head.

She now turned to you.

“When you first found him do you recall if there were any marks of possible abuse on his body?” She asked obviously thinking the same thing you had felt.

“No, he was just really sick and out of it. Honestly I thought he might die when I brought him home. He was really pale, he still is a little but there were no bruises or anything and he was dressed alright.”

“You said just a week ago he practically knew nothing and now he’s caring for himself and almost speaking in complete sentences. What I was thinking was that he already knew all these things, he’s just recalling these words and what they mean or remembering how to bathe once you show him. He doesn’t seem at all like hes on the autism spectrum. He does seem nervous around people but he’s still social and not too awkward and he doesn’t at all mind eye contact or touching since hes been holding onto you this whole time. But the nervousness might be due to trauma of some kind that he can’t recall. He can’t remember any of these things but they’re all still in the back of his mind somewhere. I’m honestly leaning towards amnesia from some kind of dis-associative amnesia from some sort of traumatic event.” She explained.

“I thought amnesia only happened from bumps on the head or something.” You really knew nothing about this.

“No, not at all. Psychogenic amnesia happens if a person is just under a crazy amount of stress over something. If this is true he might also be suffering from PTSD over an event he can’t even remember so he might not be getting the flashbacks an individual with PTSD would have, just the sudden fear and anxiety when certain things happen. Is there anything hes scared of?”

“Oh yeah.” You replied “Horror movies, knocks at the door, being left alone and me getting upset with him, those are just off the top of my head.

“Yeah, that sounds like he might’ve suffered some sort of abuse.” She said confirming my worries. Your face fell at what she had just told you, you really didn’t want either of you to be right. “But the good news is he seems to be doing just fine with you, whatever you’re to help seems to be working.”

“Will he ever be able to remember anything or what happened to him?” You were curious.

“There’s a good chance, yes, if he did blank out absolutely everything like that then maybe not. It depends on the person and the severity of amnesia and trauma.”

“And how bad would you say his is?” You asked already knowing the answer.

“Extreme.” Was her answer.

She also talked about what to do if he ever had a severe PTSD attack and how he might act and it was scary to you to imagine. Part of you didn’t want him to ever remember just in case he did go through something awful.

She talked with him more and asked him if anything bad had ever happened to him but he just seemed confused.

She told me to hang in there with him and that if he stayed with me that he would undoubtedly be able to return to what he once was before… whatever that was.

Over the next few days you worked on finding things that would help him. Yoongi had brought over an electric razor so he could shave himself and he also had dinner with you guys. You could tell Jungkook really liked his company but not so much Jimin’s when we saw him a few times.

You also found out Jungkook liked to draw and was astoundingly good at it. Also found out that he could not only draw, but he knew how to write and spell and everything as well even though it was just as jumbled as his speech still was, that was okay though.

You had bought him a pad of paper and a pack of pencils at the store after he asked “Noona, can we have?” As he begged with those big eyes and of course you couldn’t say no.

You watched him draw everything from realistic detailed cats lounging in windows to cartoonish containers of banana milk. You admired what he drew and you loved to watch him concentrate as his pencil danced over yhe paper. It seemed that even though he struggled with words still a bit, he didn’t struggle at all making beautiful things from flow onto the paper from his mind, it was so effortless for him.

You liked the way he smiled at you when you complimented him on his drawing skills.

You got a call from detective Kim Namjoon at the end of the week to let you know they still had nothing on who he was and that’s when you explained to him what the psychologist had told you.

You kind of hoped that maybe even if they did find a loved one of his then they didn’t let him go back because you were scared of them hurting him.

You watched him hunched over over paper, drawing silently with a look of concentration on his face on the sofa with his shaggy hair dangling down away from his forehead. He would occasionally run his fingers through the shiny locks. He looked so at ease, so professional somehow when he drew. He was so sweet, but you thought about what horrors he could’ve been though to cause something this bad.

“Bunny?” You interruped him .

“Huh?” He set his pencil down and looked at you.

“I really do care about you, I meant it.”

The sweet smile that erupted on his face was priceless and made your heart flutter. You wanted to hug him, just wrap your arms around him and enjoy his company right now knowing you may not have much longer with him. At any given moment the detective could call and-

“I really do care about you too, noona.”

He answered. He now knew your name, Yoongi called you it all the time, but Jungkook still didn’t call you by it and you were okay with that because when you two were alone you still called him Bunny.

You realized you were just staring hat him all goofy with a smile creating some strange type of tension between the both of you. He must’ve realized this too because he looked over your face and probably thought you were dumb.

To your surprise he reached up and took your chin between his large thumb and index finger and took control of your head, wiggling it back and forth gently, playfully, but rapidly.

You couldn’t help but laugh at this random gesture as he dropped his hand with a grin and went right back to drawing.

You liked his approach.

You liked that he had just combated your awkwardness with playfulness and kindness.

“Cute.” He mumbled as he stayed focused on his drawing.

You were left speechless with his comment but in your head you wholeheartedly disagreed, he was obviously the cute one in your eyes.

You wondered if he knew, if he would ever know

That him simply being around you brought you great joy and erased the loneliness from you that you had denied you even had while living alone. How you barely went outside before he got here but now found yourself wanting to take him out and about every day. Could he tell you didn’t care in the slightest about what you wore but cared about him feeling good in his new clothes? Could he tell how sometimes you felt your heart would just implode with a sense of joy every time he even did something small or made any improvement.

Or would he not understand?

You liked to think he did, he showed signs he did. You liked to think he was proud of himself too, that he felt good about himself, that he was coming out of all of this.

You didn’t know if you would ever see the day when all his pieces were back together, if it even happened at all.

You felt it coming though with the phone call earlier from the detective reminding you they were still searching. Though just now might’ve been your brain pleading to let him know, just once more, that you cared before it was all gone. You weren’t going to even try to trick yourself into thinking he didn’t have a place out there in this world even if you sometimes felt like you didn’t. He was far to kind and pretty and talented for you to think he was no one like you occasionally felt you were.

[bangtan-madi]

546 Days Without You — One: Negative 41

Pairing — Seokjin x Reader

Tags — boyfriend!Seokjin, older brother!Yoongi, producer/songwriter!MC, military au (ish), idol au (ish)

Genre — fluff, angst

Word Count — 3.1k

Summary — Kim Seokjin is your entire world, and that world falls apart the moment he and your older brother Yoongi are conscripted into the South Korean military.

Part — 1 / 15

A/N — Hey lovelies! This is the first chapter of an estimated 15 part series. Feedback is always welcome! I anticipate a chapter of this story going up every weekend, either Saturday or Sunday. Thanks for reading, hope you enjoy!!

(gif not mine. credit to original creator.)

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Not every great love story starts with a chance encounter, and not every beautiful relationship blossoms from love at first sight. Sometimes the universe has a sense of humor as she tosses two unlikely people at each other just to see what could happen. 

Sometimes it's not love, but annoyance at first sight.

"All right, again, from the top," you state into the microphone at your desk. "This time, try to nail that middle note. I know you got it in you, Kook."

Jungkook glances up from the sheets of music that line his podium in the recording studio. From behind the glass, he gives you a big thumbs up and boyish grin.

"That's producer-speak for, 'Again...but with passion!"

You don't have to turn to know who's sneaked up behind you, speaking over your shoulder and into the mic so Jungkook can hear.

The youngest member snickers, replying, "Aish, I got it, Hyung. Go back to your own room."

"I finished recording mine!" Seokjin retorts, causing you to finally glance over your shoulder at him. "My vocals were flawless so it didn't take nearly as long as the rest of you."

Without thinking, you pop your elbow back just hard enough to hit Seokjin in the ribs. Being the dramatic fool that he is, Seokjin jumps back, cradling his rib cage as if he's just been shot. The look on his face only causes you to roll your eyes.

"Oh, you're fine," you murmur. "What were you recording anyway? You didn't say."

He shrugs. "Mostly just practice, nothing specific."

"Well, if you're done being secretive, can you go be annoying somewhere else, just for a few minutes so JK can finish his session?"

"What do I get out of it?"

You tap your chin for a moment, pretending to think it over. "My undying gratitude?"

Seokjin scoffs. "I already have that, Jagiya."

"C'mon, Jin," Jungkook intervenes. "Leave [Y/n] noona alone."

"Five minutes? Then I'm off the clock and all yours. Until then, maybe go bug my brother. I know that makes you happy."

At the mention of Min Yoongi, Seokjin's face spreads into a wide smile. He leans down, presses a quick kiss to your cheek, and says, "Okay, okay, I get it. I'll go bug Yoongi until you're done. Then I'm holding you to your word."

Attempting to hide the happiness that simple gesture brings you is hopeless, so you settle for saying, "See you in a minute!"

Seokjin flashes a wink as he reaches for the doorknob. "Don't you dare be late."

Once the oldest member has left the room, you turn back to Jungkook with a grin and wave of your hand. "You heard the man: Again, but with passion!"

After wrapping up at the studio��a task that takes closer to an hour than five minutes, like you initially promised—you turn off the lights and lock the door on your way out. Jungkook had really sung his heart and soul today, and you couldn't help the proud smile that stays on your face on the bike ride home.

You're lucky. Of this, you're very much aware. Not only are you involved in one of the most lucrative businesses in South Korea but the particular company you've dedicated yourself to for the past eight years is truly one of a kind. Big Hit has given you so many opportunities, just like all of the other five-hundred-ish employees. Your CEO, Bang Si-Hyuk who is often referred to as either Hitman Bang or Bang PD, is one of the most passionate and empathetic humans you've ever met. If it weren't for him, there's not a change Big Hit would be where it is today. The co-CEO, Lenzo Yoon, is also a talented man, but he came into the picture far later than Bang PD, around March of last year.

But your luck doesn't just stop with the company or its leaders. Your specific job is one you've always wanted. Not only do you get to manage some of the best music coming out of your country, but you get to produce and write it alongside the biggest band in the world. This is a group that includes some of the most important people to you, including your older brother by two years Yoongi, your boyfriend of four years Seokjin, and your best friends of almost eight years which make up the rest of the group.

You don't like to think of your life as fate or destiny, but hard work and a little luck paying off after years of struggling.

There's no greater example of your success than what you get to come home to. Some people might see the nice apartment in downtown Seoul and think that's what you mean by success. Nice things, nice home, nice location just down the street from Big Hit HQ. But what you mean when you say success is the person, or people, you get to come home to.

On most days, the entire band is at the dormitories a few blocks away, but a couple years ago, you and Seokjin decided to get a place to yourself so you could have some space as a couple. This is where you spend most nights, but Seokjin still splits his time between the two locations. Lately, you've noticed him spending more and more time at your shared apartment, and your heart sinks when you remember why.

The word feels like venom in your mouth, and your hands grip the handlebars tighter as you pull the bike through the front door of the apartment.

Enlistment. 

Everyone knew this was coming. It doesn't make it any easier to accept. Big Hit's had lawyers fighting against the boys' conscription for years. They've tried every argument they could think of: their impact on the South Korean economy, the fact that the Idol projects were started by and are still majority funded by the government and thus they've already served, the Hwagwan Order of Cultural Merit they were awarded by President Moon Jae-in himself.

So far, nothing has worked, but they swore they would keep trying until the very last day.

A string of uttered curse words brings you out of your thoughts and back to your surroundings. The beautiful apartment, simple and elegant as well as lived-in and homey, gives you an immense sense of comfort. As you park your bike in the interior walkway, you hear even angrier muttering from the kitchen.

In the kitchen, Seokjin stands over a set of sizzling pans. Several ingredients are strewn across the counters, and the heavenly scent of traditional Korean food fills your nose. Soft instrumental music plays in the background. 

The sight wouldn't be unusual if it weren't for Seokjin cursing at the pan that's holding what should have been mildly brazened vegetables. However, the greens are charred beyond recognition, and Seokjin's palm is clutched to his chest.

"Wow, that radish must have seriously pissed you off."

Seokjin jumps and lets out a yelp. Knowing how easily scared he is, the sight makes you giggle, much to his dismay.

A scowl quickly replaces the fearful expression. "It's not nice to sneak up on an unsuspecting boyfriend, you know!"

"You'll live," you reply, teasingly popping a small slice of carrot into your mouth. You gesture for him to extend his hand. "Let me see?"

The brunet offers his hand, and you examine his palm. There's a small burn there, nothing too nasty, but it does look like it hurt a few moments ago. You bring the palm to your lips and kiss it tenderly before moving towards the pan of burnt vegetables.

"Burning the food and then yourself. Are you feeling okay, Jinnie? It's not like you to be so careless in the kitchen. I'd expect this sorta thing from Joon, but not you." Lifting your eyes to meet his, you add, "Something on your mind?"

Seokjin's smile tugs at the corner of his mouth, but not in the way it usually does. It's not playful or teasing, nor is it caring or empathetic. It's a little sweet, a little sad, and a little bit too revealing of what's going on underneath.

"Honestly? I just wanted to have a nice night with my Jagiya. No talk of the album or tour, no one or several of the guys interrupting, no one but us. And I wanted to impress you by making your favorite meal!" He runs his un-burned hand through his hair, messing with the long black ends absentmindedly. "I guess I have a lot on my mind, and it distracted me."

You remove the pan of ruined food and place it quietly in the sink. "You wanna talk about it?"

"You probably already know, Jagi."

You do. Of course, you do. What else could make the happiest person you know this distracted and frustrated?

It's just like a few years ago, and you feel your chest tighten at the thought of the friend you lost. You felt a similar sense of impending doom just before he left for the military, too. After all these years, you thought you'd forgotten that feeling, only to have it return ten-fold with Seokjin.

Shaking your head, you turn on a different playlist—something more upbeat, and turn back to Seokjin with a grin. "C'mon. I'm hungry, and you need a sous chef."

Seokjin's somber expression melts away. Reaching into the cupboard nearest him, he pulls out two chef's hats that belonged to a couple's costume set you'd worn for Halloween a few years back. Being the goofball he is, Seokjin kept both hats and forces you to wear them whenever you cook together.

Placing the item on your head, tucking your hair behind your ears, he gives his signature windshield wiper laugh at your eye roll.

"You can be my little chef!"

The reference to the animated movie Ratatouille, which you both adore, causes you to chuckle along with him.

"So does that mean if I yank on your hair, you'll do what I want?"

Seokjin's laugh becomes outrageous and uncontrolled. Realizing how your words might've sounded, a deep heat rises in your face, and you pull your sweater collar up to cover your cheeks. 

Your boyfriend claps his hands, thoroughly entertained by your reaction. "Well, you can give it a try, Jagi! I think that jus—"

"—Shut up or I'll stab you."

The laughter didn't stop for another few minutes, and the teasing didn't cease the entire night. If you're honest with yourself, you wouldn't have it any other way.

Seokjin was right; it's nice for once just to be alone together. Not that you don't adore the boys—hell, one of them is your brother—but it is nice to have a quiet night in, filled with good food and great company. Despite it just being the two of you, nights like these are never dull. You doubt there's ever been a dull moment in the man's entire life.

After the meal is finished, you decide to do your usual wind-down routine: shower, skincare, dancing on dangerously damp floors to the sound of your favorite playlist. The usual.

When you are finished, you exit the bathroom and enter immediately into the adjacent master bedroom. What you should've seen is something simple: a few pieces of furniture, various personal items, and a large mattress in the center. However, it seems as if Seokjin's taken the opportunity while you're in the shower to redecorate.

All the pillows are on the floor, in front of the mattress. Several duvets cover the floor. Throw blankets line the space, and curtains are strewn in the air above it, creating a sort of carnival-esque tent. Fairy lights are strung from the ceiling down to the interior of the space. BT21 character pillows line the exterior, creating a walkway of sorts. The whole space looks cozy and enchanting and well thought out.

He's gone way out of his way to make tonight special, you think to yourself.

You grab a notebook from your nightstand before nestling down into the pillow fort. You're unsure of where Seokjin has sneaked off to but are fairly certain he'll be back any moment. Until then, you hum gently a recently crafted melody to yourself, repeating it over and over, until you get it just right. Once nailed, you sketch the notes onto the blank music sheets inside your notebook, knowing that if you don't write it down you'll forget.

Yoongi's notification pings from your cellphone. Placing your notebook on your lap, you read the text before swiping to respond, all the while continuing to hum the newly created melody.

"You can sing like an angel and yet you still refuse to do vocals for us." Your eyes lift to meet Seokjin's as he stands in the door. "Do you like holding out on us or something?"

After seeing Yoongi respond with a smiley face emoji and a thumbs up, you turn off your cell and drop it onto the pillows. "How long have you been standing there?"

He shrugs. "Long enough."

"And...why are you staring at me?"

"So I can have a better picture of you in my mind."

You toss your notebook aside with an exasperated groan, only causing Seokjin to laugh. "You're so cheesy, my god."

His playful smile doesn't fade as he approaches the pillow fort. "Worldwide cheesy is my second nickname, you know."

"I am not calling you that. And I do not sing like an angel. So...no. Not holding out on anyone."

"But you do write your own lyrics and melodies. You don't share most of that with us, either. Except maybe with Yoongi, but that's not fair."

Seokjin plops down on top of you, his weight causing an "Oof," to slip from your lips. He nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck and slips his arms under the small of your back.

"Are you seriously pouting because I tell my brother, my producer and songwriter brother, about my shitty drafts?"

A muffled, "Yes," comes from your boyfriend's mouth.

Rolling your eyes, you relax into the comforters and relish in the cozy and intimate atmosphere. One of your hands tangles in Seokjin's dark hair, playing absent-mindedly with his long hair. The other rests against his broad shoulders; your fingers dance along the edges of his ocean-blue sweater, the one you often steal for yourself. 

"Tonight was really sweet," you whisper after a few minutes of silence. "You didn't have to go out of your way like that."

"I wanted to. We haven't spent a long of alone time together since we started pre-production on the next album. And before that, there was the tour for Seven. I feel like 2020 has been a year we've spent more apart than together, and it shouldn't be like that..."

His sentence trails off, and you know what his somber tone is implying. It's 41 days until his twenty-eighth birthday. What should be a day of celebration will most definitely be a day of mourning. 

"There's still hope," you mumble, pulling him tighter to you. "The lawyers haven't given up yet. They're still working on getting you and everyone else an exemption."

"Yeah...you're right."

"Hold on, can you say that again? I didn't quite catch it."

Seokjin nips gently at your throat, earning a surprised giggle from you. "Watch it, Jagi."

After your laughter settles down, the peace of the evening returns along with the blissful quiet. It's not often that Seokjin is still or silent, but over the years, you both have found a rhythm that works for you. You have your obnoxious, loud, exciting times, and then there are the serene, still, hushed moments like these. Both are beautiful in their own way, but after a full day of work, this is exactly what you needed.

"I wish every day could be like today," you murmur, half to yourself.

Your brunet boyfriend moves slightly, resting his head on the pillow beside yours. He shifts you so you're curled up against his side, arms and legs tangled under the covers he pulls over you both. A yawn slips out, despite you trying to fight the signs of sleepiness. Your eyelids become droopy, and his fingers rubbing circles on your ribs doesn't help.

When a second yawn escapes, Seokjin chuckles and presses his lips to your forehead. "You can sleep, [Y/n]. I'll be here when you wake up."

Loving nothing more than to spend more time with him, you know he's right. It's been a long day, and you have another one ahead of you tomorrow. Instead of fighting him and slumber, you curl closer, pressing a brief kiss to his lips, then tuck yourself under his chin and wrap your arms around his small waist.

"Promise?"

As if to show you, Seokjin holds you tighter as he continues to run his fingers along your rib cage and spine. 

"I promise."

[out-of-jams]

Airplane Mode | Track 04: 2!3! | jhs

Summary: Inspired by Love at First Touch by bagelswrites. 

In a world where a bruise marks the first touch of your soulmate, time is the only thing that matters. The marks take hours to appear, sometimes even days if you're really unlucky. Once First Touch is initiated, both parties only have a few weeks to find the other. From then on, the body begins to reject any form of sustenance other than the touch of the other. If one fails to find their soulmate in time, they starve to death. 

So what happens when your soulmate is a world famous idol? 

And you're just one fan in a sea of many who can't even speak the same language?

Pairing: Hoseok x Fem Character

Word Count: 4.1k

Genre: Fluff. Angst. Idol!au. Smut. Soulmate!au. Explicit language.

Warnings: Angst.

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The sun was just beginning to warm the sky, orange and yellow rays peeking out through the clouds. It was still cold and the winter chill seeped through protective layers to freeze skin. The city had long since awoken and the streets were filled with life as people began their day.

It was quiet however, as Eunjae softly closed the door of her grandmother's apartment behind her. Warm air melted the cold from her skin as she stepped into the living room and she figured that her grandmother must have blasted the heat all night. She’d barely even stepped inside and already she was beginning to sweat. Why her grandmother liked to keep the apartment at an even 80 degrees was beyond her.

Eunjae shouldn't have been surprised when the voice of her grandmother greeted her as she toed off her shoes. She was always an early riser, something that Eunjae always secretly envied her for. The only reason that she was even awake and comprehending the world around her at such an early hour was because Miles had kicked her out of his apartment that morning. Literally.

After the overwhelming events of the morning previous, Eunjae had stumbled out of the hotel with her thoughts barely entact. Everything that had been mercilessly piled on top of her had been in constant war with each other. She’d been at a loss for what to do and the only thing that kept her grounded was her best friend as she stumbled into his apartment. Miles had taken one look at her and snapped his mouth closed around the questions that had been about to spew from his mouth like a fountain.

He’d just silently grabbed her shoulders and forced her back out through the door. They’d spent the entire rest of the day window shopping in the high end stores of the Upper East Side. Neither of them had bought anything, just using the time to decompress. Eunjae was borderline flat-out broke anyway.

Miles was the one with the money. He worked part time at a hair salon near his apartment and spent the other half of his time posting beauty videos to YouTube. Most of his income came from his 3.7 million subscribers, which Eunjae relentlessly teased him for. (“My best friend is a celebrity. Don’t forget me when you get in good with Beyonce. That woman could step on me and I’d thank her.") She never said it out loud, never had to, but she would always be his biggest supporter.

The two of them had wrapped up the day by wandering through Central Park, warm coffees burning through their gloves. Whenever one of them were feeling down, somehow they’d always end up there. Miles just liked to people watch, pointing out people whose hair he’d love to give a makeover to. And Eunjae would sometimes bring her sketchbook, pencil skimming across the pages whenever she got inspired for a new design. She’d been studying fashion design at NYU (how she even got in, she still didn’t know) for the past two years, and her mind was always racing with a new draft for her portfolio.

Eunjae had been doing just that, stretched out on a bench with her back pressed to the handrail and her feet propped in Miles’ lap. She’d looked up from the blank page of her sketchbook and stared at the sharp profile of her best friend. He’d always been all jawline and high cheekbones and pouty lips.

The white lid of his steaming coffee was pressed to his mouth as he stared out at the people passing by. Eunjae had felt it then. A pressing feeling in her chest like she was losing time, like the moments like these that they shared were limited. She hadn’t even made a decision on what she was going to do about Hoseok, and already she felt like time was running out.

So she’d closed her eyes tightly and tried to commit the moment to memory. Tried to hold on to what felt like the beginning of an end.

“Eunjae, is that you?”

The call of her grandmother’s accented voice snapped Eunjae out of her thoughts. With slowly warming fingers unbuttoning her coat, she shuffled in through the entryway of the apartment. The living room to the right of the small hallway was dark, the outline of the couches just barely visible with the light streaming in through the curtained windows.

“Yeah, it's me.” Eunjae’s socked feet padded softly on the wooden floors as she made her way to the dining room at the end of the hall. The lights were on and the figure of her grandmother greeted her when she stepped through the threshold. “I’m home.”

Eunjae’s grandmother, a short Colombian woman, sat at the small dining room table. A porcelain cup of what smelled like green tea was clutched in between her wrinkled hands. Her short dark hair was streaked with strands of gray and the frame of her striped brown glasses were perched atop her head. Dressed in a comfy pink nightgown and matching slippers, she looked the epitome of a kind, warm hearted grandmother. But old age or not, she was still a Latina woman and wouldn’t hesitate to throw down with anyone that crossed her. Eunjae had been living with her ever since her parents died when she was twelve.

Her grandmother, on her mother’s side, had been the only person available and willing to take her in. Eunjae’s family on her father’s side had disowned him long before she was even born. She never got the full story as to why. All she knew was that it had something to do with her father forfeiting his inheritance of some major Korean tech company to marry her mother. The rest of her mother’s family lived somewhere out in Colombia and had been unable to be reached before her grandmother took her in with open arms.

“What are you doing awake so early, hm?” Her grandmother asked in amusement, taking a sip of her tea. “I normally have to bribe you out of bed with coffee to get you up before nightfall.”

“I-”

“And what the hell happened to your face? Don’t tell me you got into another fight.”

WIth a playful roll of her eyes, Eunjae pulled out a chair and plopped down. The bruises on both her hands and face had somewhat faded from the time she’d spent with Hoseok. They weren’t completely gone though, seeing as how the meeting had been rushed to hell and back.

“My first and only fight was way back in the ninth grade. And that was only because those assholes were beating on Miles because of his sexuality. So don’t worry, I haven’t been getting into trouble.”

“Uh huh.” Her grandmother eyed her over her teacup. “I believe you.”

“Not with that sarcastic tone, you don’t.” Eunjae snorted and leaned back into her chair. Fingers tapping on the table, she sobered. “I met my soulmate, ‘lita.”

Her grandmother raised an eyebrow in surprise and her brown eyes stared at the bruises on Eunjae’s face intently. “Then why do you look like someone just ran over your foot with their bike?”

“That was a very specific analogy.” Eunjae’s lips twitched in amusement. “Has that happened to you before?”

“You’re deflecting. Try again.”

Letting out a sigh, Eunjae hesitantly chewed on her bottom lip. “Well, he’s a celebrity for one thing.”

“That sounds horrible.” And people wondered where Eunjae got her sarcasm from.

“That’s not the part that’s bothering me.” She admitted, pulling down the sleeves of her white shirt until they covered her hands. “He lives in South Korea.”

The clock hanging above the cabinet of useless china tick-ticked into the heated air.

Eunjae paused and rubbed at the clean table with her sweater paws before continuing, “He and his band are going on tour soon. Like a world tour. And I can’t...if I stay here it’ll be hard. It’s a 14 hour flight one way just to get to South Korea. The two of us would barely even get a day in between flying to make sure neither of us starves to death. The easy solution would be for me to move there, I know. But I don’t...I don’t want to leave, ‘lita.”

Biting back tears, Eunjae took a deep, shaking breath. Her voice came out in a quiet whisper. “Everything I have is here.”

The teacup was set down on the table as her grandmother sat up a little straighter in her chair. Her hands folded themselves on the table and she pursed her full lips in thought as they sat in silence for a moment. “I never wanted to move to America. Did you know that?”

Eunjae shook her head. Her grandmother wasn’t originally from America, she’d lived in Colombia just like the rest of her mother’s side of the family before she was born.

“I wanted to stay in Colombia where I knew everyone. Where everything was familiar. I never even had thoughts of moving to America until I met your grandfather.”

Her grandmother paused to take a sip of her rapidly cooling tea. “We met when I was only seventeen and we fell in love shortly after. He was always an adventurous man, my Emiliano. Never liked to stay in one place for too long. He’d dreamed of moving to America long before we met and long after.

“We were together for three years when he told me that he wanted to leave Colombia and asked me to go with him. I didn’t know what to do for the longest time. He was the love of my life, but the love I had for where I came from competed with that.”

Fingers twisting the wedding band she still wore on her finger, Eunjae’s grandmother continued. “It took him almost a year to convince me, that man was so stubborn. But in the end I chose him over what was familiar. So, we sold what we could for money and packed up what was left over. I’d said goodbye to my friends and my family and the places that held all of my memories up until that point. We ended up settling down here in the city and we got married and had your mother. And do you know what I regret the most? What I still regret to this day, even long after your grandfather has passed?”

Eunjae shook her head slowly, enraptured with her grandmother’s story. She’d been told things about her grandfather before, though she’d never met him. This story however, was new to her. The older woman reached out a hand to cup Eunjae’s chin, fingers gently brushing against her faded bruises.

“That I didn’t leave sooner. That I wasted all of that time holding on to what I knew because I was too afraid to let go of what was familiar.”

The woman released Eunjae’s chin with a small, wistful smile. “Live your life without regrets. If you spend too much time looking back, you’ll never experience the life waiting right in front of you.”

Her words washed over Eunjae and she closed her eyes against the silent answer to her questions lingering in the air. “So you think I should—”

“Go. Yes.” Her grandmother patted her hand twice before sitting back with a huff. “Go and see what’s out there. Live your life. I may not have had a soulmate in the literal sense, but I knew your grandfather was mine from the moment we met eyes. Now you have yours. Whether you fall in love as friends, or as something deeper, know that you won’t have to experience it alone.”

“Okay...okay.” Eunjae’s head nodded before she realized it. Her grandmother was right and she knew it. Eyes opening with newly renewed vigor, she met the answer lingering in the air straight on. “I’ll go. No regrets.”

“Good.” The woman sniffed before leaning across the table once more to grab Eunjae’s bruised hands. “Now show me a picture of him. Does he look anything like Brad Pitt?”

Two hours later, Eunjae found herself sitting on the bed in her room. She didn’t spend a whole lot of time there; she practically lived at Miles’ apartment to be closer to school. The walls, painted a light, sky blue, were littered with old pictures and ripped off covers of style magazines. Sometime over the course of her life, she’d painted the walls with puffy white clouds. Lines from where Miles had scribbled sketches in chalk filled the empty spaces in between. ("You’re not touching my room with paint. You can’t even draw stick people. Here, use chalk instead, that way I can at least erase it when it turns out ugly.")  

Eunjae hadn’t erased them though. The giant “M” shapes were still scattered across the walls in a multicolor rainbow of incoherent lines. It brought a smile to her face and she slid out her phone to take a picture to remember it. Her fingers paused, however, when she noticed that she missed a text from Hoseok almost an hour ago.

Unlocking her phone, she pulled up the short text conversation. She’d responded to the one text he sent her right before leaving her alone in that small, stuffy meeting room the day previous. The fact that he was just now responding must have meant that he’d been too busy to message her back after landing in Chicago yesterday.

Eunjae had gone on a whim when she’d responded earlier by using just emoji’s. She hadn’t been sure if he’d understand what she was trying to say, but figured that it would be easier than trying to decipher her words in English. A laugh slipped from her lips at his response. Apparently he’d understood and was playing along. Her fingers slid across the screen as she searched deep in the emoji section for a response.

A squeak left her lips in surprise when the speech bubble signifying that he was typing popped up. She hadn’t expected to get a response so quickly. The swoosh of an incoming text alerted her to a new message. Not like she wasn’t already staring at the screen in anticipation. The thought of texting Jung Hoseok, her soulmate, sent excitement through her veins. Even though they barely knew each other, she held out hope that they could at least become good friends.

Eunjae fell back into her bed, silver hair splayed out in an undignified mess. If they couldn’t communicate like normal human beings, at least they could talk to each other in the universal language of emojis. The thought made Eunjae snort into her pillow in amusement.

“Wow it’s so empty in here. I don’t think I’ve ever fully seen your floor before.”

Twisting from her spot standing in the middle of her empty bedroom, Eunjae glared at the blond man leaning against the door frame. His green eyes were taking in the space almost wistfully. He’d been doing a good job lately at trying to hide his emotions, but Eunjae could see straight through him. She let him be though, not wanting to traverse the minefield just yet.

“Like fifty percent of the shit in my room was yours, so you can’t even talk.” She turned back and eyed the boxes stacked against the foot of her bed with her hands on her hips.

It’d been about three weeks since that talk with her grandmother on that one chilly, winter morning. While the weather stayed the same, many things in Eunjae’s life did not. She’d called up Sejin later that day to tell him her decision. The man had sighed into the phone like a giant weight had been lifted from his shoulders and thanked her for making the choice to move to Seoul.

They’d switched to FaceTime less than halfway through the lengthy phone call so that they could discuss all the details of her upcoming move. Sejin explained to her that it would be best to try and get the ball rolling as soon as possible. Big Hit would move forward with renting the available apartment in Bangtan’s building. He informed her that it would be easier if she started to ship her belongings once the lease was signed so that she could be as comfortable as possible when she arrived.

Most of her things were already there except for the few boxes still left in her room. Eunjae hadn’t been planning on leaving so soon, but plans had been changed quickly when the bagel she bit into one morning left the taste of garbage in its wake. She’d read up on the first signs of First Touch, and unfortunately the only way to know when your body was beginning to reject food was by taste.

Eunjae could still stomach food--throwing up being the next warning sign--but it tasted horrendous. It wouldn’t be long now until her body rejected food all together and she needed Hoseok’s touch to survive. Which was why her moving date had been pushed up. There was no being able to predict when it would begin, so it was best for her to leave now before she ended up starving to death. Which, in turn, would cause Hoseok to suffer the same fate.

He’d been starting to experience the same things apparently. At least that was what she was able to decipher through the game of pictogram they played through text. When he’d been informed that she was coming earlier than anticipated, the man had sent her a long string of confetti and sun emojis. What that was supposed to mean, she didn’t know. But Eunjae could garner a guess.

The two of them didn’t talk a whole lot. With his busy schedule and the time difference between them, they were only able to send off a few texts every few days. They still didn’t know very much about each other, but that was a given since they couldn’t even converse with actual words. Eunjae had brushed up on a few Korean phrases when she had the time between trying to sponge up as much information from her classes as she could. She ultimately had to drop out of NYU, but they’d been extremely understanding of the reason. Not that she’d told them who her soulmate was, of course. She didn’t want to die at the hands of ARMY, thank you very much.

“You promise to ship this off as soon as possible?” Eunjae spun back around to purse her lips at her best friend. “This is all of my wardrobe for summer and fall, so if you forget, I’ll fly back and murder you. I can’t be walking around Seoul in last season’s clothes.”

Snorting, Miles rolled his eyes. “You know, for a broke bitch you’re really high maintenance.”

Eunjae let out a noise of annoyance and punched him in the shoulder hard enough for him to let out a yelp. Turning her nose up at him, she quipped, “it would be a shame to fashion designers everywhere to wear outdated clothes. Besides, you know this broke bitch makes her own stuff. And if you want me to continue to make some for you, you’ll do what’s best for you and hush.”

Miles snorted and threw an arm around her shoulders. “Relax shorty, you know I’ll ship it off. Can’t have you hanging around beautiful Bangtan with an ‘outdated wardrobe.’”

“Whatever.” Eunjae jabbed a finger into his ribs. With a glance down at the time on her phone, she sighed. “We gotta get going. I have a flight to catch and all that jazz. And you and I both know that the lines for bag check at JFK are going to be longer than my life expectancy.”

“Yeah, yeah. Can’t have you throwing down with some innocent old lady for holding up the bag check line.”

“For the last time, Miles.” Eunjae ducked out from under his arm to grab the straps of her small, red backpack. “I did not throw down with an old lady . All I did was politely tell her that it was her turn.”

Miles shooed her hand away when she grabbed for the handle of her rolling suitcase. “Tell that to her. Pretty sure she almost had a heart attack.”

“I literally cannot stand you.”

“Better sit down then.”

The ride to the airport was too short. Eunjae had spent the time pressed up against Miles’ side in the too expensive cab that he insisted he splurge on. She’d already said goodbye to her grandmother who’d ushered her out the door with a hug and a promise that she could fend for herself.

Like predicted, the line for bag check in JFK had been ridiculously long. Big Hit had set her up with a flight in the morning so that she would arrive in Seoul by nightfall. Sejin had explained to her that it would be easier to be discreet at night, since it would be way less likely for a fan to spot him picking her up from the airport.

Silence pressed down on both Eunjae and Miles as they stood in line. He had tried to lighten the mood during the ride over, but started to flag halfway there before falling into silence all together once they arrived. Eunjae had been doing her best to repress the thoughts racing through her mind a mile a minute, instead trying to focus on what was going on around her.

It wasn’t until they reached the point of no return that Eunjae turned to her best friend, passport and ticket in hand. Standing off to the side by security, she took a deep breath Eunjae wasn’t much of a crier. The events of the past few weeks was the most tears she shed in a long time.

“Whelp,” she began, trying to bite down on her quivering bottom lip. “This is me.”

“This is you.” Miles’ voice came out just as quiet as hers. Like Eunjae, he preferred to wear his smiles like a mask. “You better call me when you land. I don’t care what time it is.”

“I will.” Eunjae promised through the tears welling in her eyes. Her soft voice broke and she pressed the heels of her palms to her eyes to stop the salty water from spilling over. “I promise.”

“Don’t.” He looked up, staring hard at the light above their heads. His mask was starting to crack. People passed them by, rolling suitcases as they traveled to their own destinations. “Don’t.”

“I’m sorry.” And she was. Not just for the tears, and he understood.

“Don’t apologize either.” Miles finally looked down at her, his green eyes glistening. He let go of the suitcase by their feet and wrapped his arms around her shaking body. Eunjae clung to him, fingers clutching at his thick coat like a lifeline. He rested his chin on top of her head as he murmured, “go have fun and don’t be sad. You’re moving to a new country, your soulmate is an international superstar, and you’re going to get to go on tour. What’s there to be sad about?”

His words contrasted greatly with the tears rolling down his cheeks. Eunjae could feel them dampening her hair, but she couldn’t move away. Not yet.

“Go get that J-dick.”

A loud, shaky laugh left her lips at his statement and she finally pulled away to wipe at the tears she refused to acknowledge. Eunjae slapped his arm lightly with a sniff. “You’re a menace to society.”

“But you love me anyway.” He shrugged, using the sleeves of his bulky coat to wipe his face.

“I do.” She gave him a watery smile, dark eyes staring up at him earnestly.

“I love you too, shorty.” Miles hooked an arm around her neck to squeeze her to his chest one last time. “Have a safe flight. And say hello to those adonises for me.”

“‘No goodbyes,’” Eunjae pulled away, holding out a pinky as she quoted the small, fresh tattoo that pulled at the skin of her ribs. Huffing out a watery laugh, Miles hooked his larger pinky around hers and quoted the words from his matching one.

“‘Only seeya later.’”

Eunjae grabbed the handle of her small carryon suitcase and backed away slowly, not yet moving her eyes from his. Her hand lifted in a sad wave that he returned and, with one last parting, wavering smile, she turned around.

No regrets. The words matched the cadence of her fading footsteps.

[sheeple]

The intern | 10: Birthday parties part II

GIFS NOT MINE. THIS IS ALL FICTION. Genre(s): intern!au / fluff / mild angst Group(s): NCT / Red Velvet Pairing(s): Moon Taeil x fem!reader Summary: The new Elysion Publishings intern is the youngest they ever had. It’s not a problem until she grabs the attention of the IT guy. Warning(s): Age-gap of five years [Masterlist] [Mini masterlist]

My phone rings as we ─ Johnny, Taeyong, Wendy, Taeil, and I ─ walk out of the office and I see it’s Mark. A smile spreads on my face as I answer my phone.

“Hey hey”, I say, my voice cheerful. The others look at me surprised at my sudden switch to English I always do with Mark.

“Yo. How’s you’re birthday going?”, he questions, a smile obvious in his voice.

“Meh”, I shrug, “it was okay. Got a lot of ‘happy birthday’-s.”

Johnny and Wendy look at me with weirdly and I mouth ‘Mark’. Wendy frowns and shakes her head, her eyes telling me to hang up.

“Do you wanna hang-out tonight? Eat pizza, play some videogames or watch a movie? Since it’s your birthday, you know”

I pout. “I’m sorry, my dude. I’m already going out with my friends and sing some karaoke.” I run a hand through my hair with a sigh.

Mark whines loudly. “But I wanted to hang out!” He shuffles around. I can only imagine him wildly throwing around his limps, just throwing a hissy fit in general.

“What if... you’re coming with us?”

“No!”, yells Wendy in protest. Oh right, I forgot they’re cousins.

Mark chuckles at the protest of his older cousin. “Sounds fun. Where y’all meeting up?”

I look at Johnny and he signs me to give my phone.”We’re going to Suyi’s Karaoke Bar before eating somewhere.” He hums and nods a couple of times before giving me back my phone.

“So I’ll see you there.” Mark’s voice sounds cheerful.

I say goodbye to him and end the call. As I pocket my phone, Wendy looks at me sourly.

“I can’t believe you invited him! I already see him like every other week.”

I roll my eyes. “If things worked out between him and me, you wouldn’t see him ‘like every other week’.” I make air-quotations as I say the last part.

“Wait, what?”, butts Taeil in with wide eyes. He pushes Taeyong away to rush next to me.

“Well...”, I trail off.

“She and Wendy’s cousin, Mark, went on a date a month or two ago”, interrupts Taeyong with a glare towards the eldest.

“Yeah!”, smirks Johnny. “Isn’t he the same age as you? Born in ‘99?”

I glare at the two boys, seeing right through their attempts to make Taeil jealous. And from the look of it; it’s kinda working. Taeil chews angrily on his bottom lip and he balls his hands in firsts.

I frown. He has nothing to be jealous of. Mark and I are just friends. It weirds me out thinking about being more than friends with him. My choice of ignoring the whole thing is the best choice I made. The conversation picks up again with Johnny and Wendy being idiots.

We soon arrive at the karaoke band and we see Mark leaning against his bike. I yell his name and rush towards Mark. He looks up from his phone and hugs me once I reach him. He spins me around and I laugh loudly.

“Look at you being an adult now.” He wipes away a fake, non-existing tear and I punch his shoulder.

“Don’t act as if you’re not two months older than her.” Wendy laughs in a teasing way with a grin.

We go into the karaoke bar and Taeyong walks up to the desk. He says that he has a reservation on the name of ‘Lee’ and the guy behind the desk nods as he types away.

He leads us towards some privet room and explains how everything works to us. From choosing the songs to calling assistance.

I hang up my coat on one of the hooks and let myself fall on the couch. Wendy drapes herself next to me and says her arm over my shoulder.

“You’re going to duet with me, no matter what”, she whispers in my ear and I nod with a giggle.

“Of course! With who else am I going to sing Truth Hurst?”

After singing our hearts out and duetting with almost everyone, we walk laughing out of the bar. 

“So, what’s next?”, questions Mark as he puts his hands in his pockets. 

“Well, we were going to eat somewhere...” I throw Wendy a pleasing look, Mark joining me.

“Fine! He can come. But I want no whining, no screaming, and definitely no flirting”, she says as if she’s talking to a toddler. 

Mark just smirks and throws an arm over her shoulder. “When did I ever do that, dear cousin?”

“Well...”, trails Wendy off and starts to list the times he was basically a child during past family gatherings.

As we walk, I see Taeil walking far in the back. “Are you okay?”, I question and start to walk next to him. 

“Hm? Oh, yes.” He smiles at me, but I’m not convinced. 

I grab his hand and pull him with me, so we’re closer to the group. “No sulking on my birthday, mister.” I swing our linked hands back and forth between us and hum some song that we sang earlier.

“Can I... can I ask a question?” Taeil licks his lips and looks at me. 

I nod with a slight smile. We start to walk a little slower so we’re out of hearing distance of the group.

“Do you like Mark?”, he asks bluntly with his face beet red. 

I chuckle softly under my breath. “Oh yeah! He is such a great friend. We connect really well since we’re only a couple months apart and we both speak English.”

“Not like that. Do you like-like him.” 

I stop and look Taeil in his eyes. “Are you asking me if I have romantic feelings for him?”

He nods and I scrunch my nose in disgust. “Ew gross! He’s more like a brother than anything else. Oh my god.” I shiver thinking about it.

A sigh of relief leaves Taeil’s lips and he squeezes my hand lightly. We pick our pace back up so nobody noticed we were gone for just a smidge.

“Ready to fill our stomachs!”, cheers Taeyong as he pushes the door open of the Korean BBQ place. We take a seat around a table fit for five people. 

A waiter comes and takes our orders. We order all different kinds of meats and side dishes. And of course, Soju.

I am placed between Johny and Taeil, with Taeyong seated between de cousins in front of me. 

“Wait, so, don’t tell me this is your first time eating k-bbq”, asks Wendy while throwing a shot of Soju behind. 

I shrug. “I never had the chance. Eating alone is never fun, so why would I go without anyone?”

“Except those three am ramen trips.” Mark gives me a knowing look and we giggle.

“Okay, something is going on with the both of you and you guys have to spill it”, muses Johnny with folded arms.

“It’s nothing, really. We just hung out a lot the past couple of weeks. (Y/n) is a very bad sleeper and I game until late, so we planned these late-night trips to the grocery store and ate ramen so neither of us has to go alone”, says Mark with a smile.

I giggle. “Yeah. We live in the same neighbourhood and the closed grocery store is only a five-minute walk. Two if you run.”

“Wait. Do you live in that new-build block? Four streets behind his?”, asks Wendy as she leans backwards, almost falling off her chair if it wasn’t for Taeyong.

“Yup. The apartments are surprisingly spacious for what the rent is. I think that’s why Mr. Kim placed me there.”

The group stops. “THE BOSS PAYS FOR YOUR HOUSING?!”

I flinch a bit. “I mean... yeah? I get paid less than the other interns because of that.”

“Now I really want to see your place”, hums Taeyong and the others agree. 

“I mean, we can stop by a grocery store after we’ve eaten and buy some food and drinks and hang out at my place.”

The group agrees as we stuff our faces with delicious food. I bite my lip. I just hope I cleaned my apartment enough.

With our arms filled with snacks and booze, we enter the lobby of my apartment complex.

“Good evening, Mrs Choi”, I greet the old lady that lives on the ground floor next to the staircase.

“Good evening, child. I see that you brought some friends”, she notes and I smile. 

“Yeah, we’re celebrating my birthday today. Sorry in advance if we’re making too much noise.” I bow slightly with a small smile.

Mrs Choi chuckles. “Go and be young, child.” She waves us off before entering her apartment. 

“Such a cute little lady”, says Johnny with a smile as we walk up the stairs. 

“She’s the sweetest. She helped me settle in and makes wonderful kimchi.” I fetch my keys out of my pocket and unlock the door.

“I don’t think I have enough slippers for all of us...”, I mumble, removing my shoes. I lead them into my apartment and place the food and drinks in my kitchen. 

“Just... seek a place around the living room. I’ll grab bowls and glasses for us.”

“I’ll help you!”, chirps Wendy as he follows me in the kitchen. She opens the fridge and a gasp leaves her lips. “Are you serious?! There’s only one thing in your fridge!” She grabs one of the ice tea packs from my fridge and I chuckle awkwardly as I scratch the back of my head.

“I told my mom that I missed my favourite brand of ice tea so she sent like twelve litres of it. She also sent my favourite type of candy.” I open up up a cabinet above me and shove the stacks and stacks of candy.

Wendy laughs loudly. “You’re a child.”

[bagin1997]

design review; the art of making things that look good and

Thanks to GLUECKJULY month, 2004 \'foam functional decision, \'said Andrew Morrison, the designer is responsible--are you ready? -- Foam football, a brightly colored non-pig skin that can be safely thrown around the living room. In the beginning, he and his colleague designer Bruce Hanna threw football made of plastic foam into the studio while watching Sunday\'s football match. A lot of foam football got tired of replacing it with a band saw later, and they decided to use them to test if there was a new craft, making seat mats in a cold way The molded foam of the simple chair can also be done with fiberglass tools and more expensive metal. No one knows if it works. When trying out football, look! It did. What surprised them even more was that bubble football began selling itself. It was in 1972. football is now a semi-final. Icon, appears in a program dedicated to alumni work, like Mr. Mr. Morrison and Hannah of industrial design project at Pratt Institute. Known as \"corinart\'s Corvette: 60-year diversity of industrial design\", the exhibit at the Platt Manhattan gallery, organized by De Bella Johnson, chairman of the industrial design department, is much more than playing. Other examples of the \"beauty\" presented by the designers include surgical stapler, car, aircraft interior, teapot, lighting, packaging, clock, tableware, telephone, furniture, food processor, a Korean War Memorial, A flexible sink, an Air Pump lamps, jewelry, sports equipment, baby carriages, kitchen supplies and bidet. ( With football, Sir. Mr. Morrison and Hannah was also \"suspended seat system \"(1971) Design for Noel This is a beautiful sofa with aluminum extrusion frame which is easy to disassemble and uses the least material. ) Brooklyn ads Prater research, based in Prater, is known for its industrial design project, which was founded in 1934 by designer and teacher Donald Dunner, got a push from two colleagues at Carnegie Institute of Technology Alexander Costello and his wife, Rovina Reid Costello. After Alexander Costello, the goal of the project was to \"provide students with an organized approach to design mechanics, develop an understanding of design, structural elements, and control their organizational power, and the ability to apply this knowledge to situations when designing for self Expression of the industry. \'\'Vertisementtucker Viemeister, with a 1974 graduate program ( Named after- His father, Reed, was involved in the design of Tucker\'s car) , Defined in the interview included in the program news material: \"learn to give an idea in form, make things work, and make things more beautiful. \"International activity, sir. Viemeister is probably best known for his role in the production of OXO goodGrips Handle kitchen tools in exhibitions to make a smart life easierchallenged. Other well-known alumni representing work at the exhibition include General Motors\'s Corvette C5 chief designer John cavaro ( Car enthusiasts can drool on a rather large model Fashionable athletes); Donald Gennaro, who designed the stylish Trimline touch in 1968- West Telephone (sound)still in use); 164-Louis Nelsonfoot- The long mural is one of the three elements of the Korean War Veterans Monument in Washington; Charles Pollock, who designed an elegant streamlined padded leather Executive Chair for Noel in 1965, a classic in the furniture world. Of course, Cuisinart for the title of the show is here --- In both versions, Mark Harrison designed parts in 1970 and 1973 based on extensive handworkmotion studies. The same is true of other familiar objects, such as Morrison kassins and Michael kassins (1978). But a lot of things will surprise and wonder the audience. Adapt to the world of design. Please click on the box to verify that you are not a robot. The email address is invalid. Please re-enter. You must select the newsletter you want to subscribe. View all New York Times newsletters. For example, some items of wheels. Kawasaki MK9, prototype of Andrew Serbinski (1996) A motorcycle with a streamlined yellow hood, but with a lot of mechanical equipment. This is a \"concept\" bike made of fiberglass, aluminum and stainless steel, suitable for riders who want \"high-rise and high-performance\", but also comfortable with spacious seats and relaxed riding positions. \"A possible motorcycle rider in the future, Sir. Serbinski also designed Quattro travel stroller (2002), a techy- Stroller with parasol and feeding tray provides a \"parental comfort\" for mobile phones, glasses and other personal items \". What is more unexpected is Mr. The Coca-Cola cruiser of Viemeister ( 2003, design with others), a four-wheel electric- Electric scooters designed for the beverage industry. Inspired by extreme motion, it is operated with feet, throttled and brake with hands, and can carry more than 120 cans of icecold drinks. ( It\'s a pity that it\'s only shown on the photo. ) It\'s not a means of transportation, but it\'s a Kila light with wheels, a small and bright light. The red desk lamp designed by Harry Allen in 2003. Its three rollers. The slide wheel allows it to rotate on the shaft and can illuminate almost anything. The more unusual items include Joel Hogg\'s crunchy flexible sink (1999) , Comes with a silicone rubber basin whose sides can be folded up or down to create a unique shape. The sink increases the safety factor for cleaning Lift by eliminating corners and hard edges. Lucia N. \'s eye clockDeRespinis (circa 1960) Tell the time by moving the hand in the shape of the big eye, which may be inspired by the wellknown CBS logo. (Ms. DeRespinis also designed a saturated orange and pink Dunkin\' Donuts logo of about 1980 based on her daughter\'s preference for birthday party decoration colors. Still in use. ) Show beautiful objects, useful objects and try to be both an overview of American design. But this is an engaging, content-rich introduction to this area and an ongoing contribution from Pratt to this area. The ad \"cuisinart\'s Corvette: 60-year diversity of industrial design\" remains at the Platt Manhattan gallery on 144 West 14 th Street ,(212)461- 6000. until July 31. Moved to the Schafler Gallery ,(718)636- 3473, located at the Brooklyn campus of Pratt College. 21 to Oct. 15. We are constantly improving the quality of text archives. Please send feedback, error reports, and suggestions to archid_feedback @ nytimes. com. A version of this review was printed on page E00029 of the National edition on July 9, 2004 with the title: Design review; The art of making things look good and working. We are dedicated to providing you with more than just customer service by utilizing our qualified team who pride themselves on meeting and exceeding customer's needs. We also have ell-equipped plantin China with advanced facilities to manufacture aluminum extrusion heatsink aluminum extrusion heatsink products according to customers requirements. Welcome to send your enquiry and visit our factory. Our website is ABC有限公司的站点.

[shachnev1988]

design review; the art of making things that look good and

Thanks to GLUECKJULY month, 2004 \'foam functional decision, \'said Andrew Morrison, the designer is responsible--are you ready? -- Foam football, a brightly colored non-pig skin that can be safely thrown around the living room. In the beginning, he and his colleague designer Bruce Hanna threw football made of plastic foam into the studio while watching Sunday\'s football match. A lot of foam football got tired of replacing it with a band saw later, and they decided to use them to test if there was a new craft, making seat mats in a cold way The molded foam of the simple chair can also be done with fiberglass tools and more expensive metal. No one knows if it works. When trying out football, look! It did. What surprised them even more was that bubble football began selling itself. It was in 1972. football is now a semi-final. Icon, appears in a program dedicated to alumni work, like Mr. Mr. Morrison and Hannah of industrial design project at Pratt Institute. Known as \"corinart\'s Corvette: 60-year diversity of industrial design\", the exhibit at the Platt Manhattan gallery, organized by De Bella Johnson, chairman of the industrial design department, is much more than playing. Other examples of the \"beauty\" presented by the designers include surgical stapler, car, aircraft interior, teapot, lighting, packaging, clock, tableware, telephone, furniture, food processor, a Korean War Memorial, A flexible sink, an Air Pump lamps, jewelry, sports equipment, baby carriages, kitchen supplies and bidet. ( With football, Sir. Mr. Morrison and Hannah was also \"suspended seat system \"(1971) Design for Noel This is a beautiful sofa with aluminum extrusion frame which is easy to disassemble and uses the least material. ) Brooklyn ads Prater research, based in Prater, is known for its industrial design project, which was founded in 1934 by designer and teacher Donald Dunner, got a push from two colleagues at Carnegie Institute of Technology Alexander Costello and his wife, Rovina Reid Costello. After Alexander Costello, the goal of the project was to \"provide students with an organized approach to design mechanics, develop an understanding of design, structural elements, and control their organizational power, and the ability to apply this knowledge to situations when designing for self Expression of the industry. \'\'Vertisementtucker Viemeister, with a 1974 graduate program ( Named after- His father, Reed, was involved in the design of Tucker\'s car) , Defined in the interview included in the program news material: \"learn to give an idea in form, make things work, and make things more beautiful. \"International activity, sir. Viemeister is probably best known for his role in the production of OXO goodGrips Handle kitchen tools in exhibitions to make a smart life easierchallenged. Other well-known alumni representing work at the exhibition include General Motors\'s Corvette C5 chief designer John cavaro ( Car enthusiasts can drool on a rather large model Fashionable athletes); Donald Gennaro, who designed the stylish Trimline touch in 1968- West Telephone (sound)still in use); 164-Louis Nelsonfoot- The long mural is one of the three elements of the Korean War Veterans Monument in Washington; Charles Pollock, who designed an elegant streamlined padded leather Executive Chair for Noel in 1965, a classic in the furniture world. Of course, Cuisinart for the title of the show is here --- In both versions, Mark Harrison designed parts in 1970 and 1973 based on extensive handworkmotion studies. The same is true of other familiar objects, such as Morrison kassins and Michael kassins (1978). But a lot of things will surprise and wonder the audience. Adapt to the world of design. Please click on the box to verify that you are not a robot. The email address is invalid. Please re-enter. You must select the newsletter you want to subscribe. View all New York Times newsletters. For example, some items of wheels. Kawasaki MK9, prototype of Andrew Serbinski (1996) A motorcycle with a streamlined yellow hood, but with a lot of mechanical equipment. This is a \"concept\" bike made of fiberglass, aluminum and stainless steel, suitable for riders who want \"high-rise and high-performance\", but also comfortable with spacious seats and relaxed riding positions. \"A possible motorcycle rider in the future, Sir. Serbinski also designed Quattro travel stroller (2002), a techy- Stroller with parasol and feeding tray provides a \"parental comfort\" for mobile phones, glasses and other personal items \". What is more unexpected is Mr. The Coca-Cola cruiser of Viemeister ( 2003, design with others), a four-wheel electric- Electric scooters designed for the beverage industry. Inspired by extreme motion, it is operated with feet, throttled and brake with hands, and can carry more than 120 cans of icecold drinks. ( It\'s a pity that it\'s only shown on the photo. ) It\'s not a means of transportation, but it\'s a Kila light with wheels, a small and bright light. The red desk lamp designed by Harry Allen in 2003. Its three rollers. The slide wheel allows it to rotate on the shaft and can illuminate almost anything. The more unusual items include Joel Hogg\'s crunchy flexible sink (1999) , Comes with a silicone rubber basin whose sides can be folded up or down to create a unique shape. The sink increases the safety factor for cleaning Lift by eliminating corners and hard edges. Lucia N. \'s eye clockDeRespinis (circa 1960) Tell the time by moving the hand in the shape of the big eye, which may be inspired by the wellknown CBS logo. (Ms. DeRespinis also designed a saturated orange and pink Dunkin\' Donuts logo of about 1980 based on her daughter\'s preference for birthday party decoration colors. Still in use. ) Show beautiful objects, useful objects and try to be both an overview of American design. But this is an engaging, content-rich introduction to this area and an ongoing contribution from Pratt to this area. The ad \"cuisinart\'s Corvette: 60-year diversity of industrial design\" remains at the Platt Manhattan gallery on 144 West 14 th Street ,(212)461- 6000. until July 31. Moved to the Schafler Gallery ,(718)636- 3473, located at the Brooklyn campus of Pratt College. 21 to Oct. 15. We are constantly improving the quality of text archives. Please send feedback, error reports, and suggestions to archid_feedback @ nytimes. com. A version of this review was printed on page E00029 of the National edition on July 9, 2004 with the title: Design review; The art of making things look good and working. We are dedicated to providing you with more than just customer service by utilizing our qualified team who pride themselves on meeting and exceeding customer's needs. We also have ell-equipped plantin China with advanced facilities to manufacture aluminum extrusion heatsink aluminum extrusion heatsink products according to customers requirements. Welcome to send your enquiry and visit our factory. Our website is ABC有限公司的站点.

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rosé night (m) - Monster Woo

The hair tied tightly into a braid, your books were pressed against your breasts. At 8 o'clock in the morning you leave the house. At 4 o'clock in the afternoon you were back. Your clothes were perfectly ironed. Your outfit was always selected as if you could go straight to church. You look perfect, cute and people around also called you boring. And maybe you were. You live on a schedule, you take care of good grades and you go to church every Sunday with your parents. Your life was okay, but sometimes a little lonely, because your shyness slowed you down. While everyone in your environment has been in relationship and having sex, you still dwell among there as a virgin. A few boys made fun of it and called you Virgin Mary. But you didn’t care, because you don’t allow such childish remarks. And yes, the boys were right. You were a virgin, but that didn’t mean that you had no dirty thoughts. Especially one person lets you push your Christian thoughts aside. Your Korean neighbor was the only person who kept you away from learning. People called him Monster Woo. Your parents didn’t like him. They act friendly, but behind closed doors they despised him. They saw the devil in him. Especially because of the tattoo on his hands that wrote brightly “HELL”. Your parents said that he wanted to provoke the devil with it and they doesn’t want to have such a person near her daughter. But what they didn’t know was that you try to be near to him as often as possible. From your window, you could look directly at the place where Woo was always cleaning his bike. And he did this mostly upper body free. You always try to give him a nice smile and he always smiles back. He wishes you a good day. But that was it. You never talked more.

And then your parents were away on a weekend to help the church with some activity. You stayed home because you had to learn, besides, you didn’t wanted to go with them anyway. Everything was different this Saturday. You sit behind your books and try to learn. But you couldn’t concentrate. Every day you look at the same pages and slowly it seemed like you could hardly learn anything more. Your gaze wandered to the house next door. Woo was not there. No light was on. Disappointed, you put aside your books. You walk into the kitchen and looked in the fridge. Your parents have worried enough for you, you could come through with all the food for several weeks. When you close the fridge, the bell rings suddenly. You startle from the silence, but you went to the door. Through the window, you could see that Woo was standing in front of the door. Your heart started racing and you wonder what he wanted here. You open carefully the door and look up at him. His hair was wet and he looked so much more powerful so close to you. "Hey, I locked myself out, my brother can be here in three hours, is it okay if I'm waiting on your veranda so I'm not getting too wet?" His voice was so deep and masculine that your knees became soft. You open the door a little more and smile. "You can wait in here." But Woo looked around and shook his head. "I think it's better I'm waiting here." "My parents are not there." Even though your parents tried to be kind to protect their Christian manners, Woo knew they hated him. Their gaze said sometimes more than their words. Woo smiled and entered the house. He took a few steps around and inspected the furniture. "It is how I imagined." He turns to you and smiles. "What do you mean?" "It's all white and perfectly cleaned." He went to a small side table and stroked it. No grain of dust showed up. "The perfect family in the perfect house." Woo turned to you and looked deep into your eyes. You didn’t know how to record it. But it was probably not a compliment from his mouth. "We are not perfect." You were a little angry, but try to ignore it. It was quiet between you two for a while when Woo suddenly smiled broadly. "Show me your room!" He said and you look up in surprise. You don’t say a word and nod before you go up the stairs. Without saying anything he follows you and when you were in the room he looked out from your window. "You often watch me or?" His eyes were still on the place where he always cleaned his motorcycle. Your face blushed with shame and you could not say anything. You were incredibly embarrassed. You didn’t know that he saw you, and in your study break your gaze seemed to linger too long on his muscular body. His gaze turned to you, but he was not smiling anymore. His eyes were different, not angry, but completely different. "Do you sometimes think of me here?" He sat down on your pink bed. You knew exactly what he meant, but you were still so incredibly embarrassed. Slowly he smiled again. "Come here." His voice was still low, but gentle. You take small steps to him until you are close to him. His hands touched your knees. "Is that okay?" He asked and you nod. Your heart was racing and you were nervous about the next steps. He stroke his palms up over your thigh until his fingertips touch the ruffles on your panties. His gaze was fixed on your middle, but slowly he looked up. “Is it your first time?” You're just nodding shyly and being embarrassed about it. Your body didn’t move, but inside you everything was hot. Woo pulls you down and threw you on the bed. He strokes your cheek and kisses you while he puts his other hand over your panties. "Do you know what you like? Do you sometimes touch yourself?" His pressure got a bit stronger and you nod again. "Do you sometimes think of me?" He pushed your panties aside. You breathe loudly as he strokes between your folds. "Tell me, do you think of me when you touch yourself?" He stroked your clit and rubbed it a bit. "Yes, I'm thinking of you." These were the first words you could pronounce. The pressure of his fingers became firmer on your clit. You moan softly. And your parents were right. His hands were devilish. They triggered something in you that you had never felt before. You gasp and could hardly control your desire. "Do you like what I do?" He asked, playing faster with your clit. "Yes", you breathe and cling to the sheets. "Did someone else touched you there?" It seems he liked the idea that you are the innocence in person. The questions he asked were so intimate and you were so embarrassed about it. "Yes," you say quietly and your voice dropped. He bent over you and gave you a gentle long kiss. "You don’t need to be embarrassed, I like it." You were right about your thought. He likes the innocent. Maybe he needed the balance to his self. His fingers moved down a little and pushed against your entrance. "Do you want it?" It would be the first and last time he asked that. But you were sure. He was it. You wouldn’t want to sleep with anyone else for the first time. "Yes I want it." You gave him a quick kiss and he gently penetrated you with his fingers. His thumb was still on your clit. You feel like he stretched you. Bit by bit. It was a bit uncomfortable, but the pressure on the clit gave you a feeling of pure lust. And with the other movements you became more and more impatient. You didn’t want to wait anymore. You wanted to feel it. It drove you crazy. Your pelvis began to twitch and you feel your breath rise. You wanted more. That's how you could touch yourself. But you wanted to feel his cock, touch it, have it in you. "Please, I can’t take it anymore, fuck me." There was despair in your voice. "I just want to stretch you a little bit." He chuckles and pulls his fingers out of you. "Is-is he big?" Your question seemed as uncertain as you felt. Slowly, you got nervous and got scared. Would it hurt a lot? Would he be careful? Woo laughed a little. "Well, how about if you look yourself?" He leans into the cushion and lets you have complete access to his pants. You freeze for a few seconds. You were not sure. You have never seen a dick live. "Are you nervous?", He asks suddenly and this situation seemed from one moment to the other very loving and familiar. He took your hand and gave you another kiss. "Come on, I'll show you everything." He winked and opened his pants. He undressed it and threw them to the floor. Then he took your hand and put it on the bump of his pants. You feel it over the fabric and it feels strange. You paint over it a little and look for saturation in Woo's eyes. "It's good." He smiled gently and leaned back slightly. So you stroke a little bit more about him and you feel like he continued to grow under the fabric. Slowly you became curious. You could feel that he was thique and he was big. But you could only guess it. Slowly, your fingers wandered over his waistband and you pull the fabric down. Woo helped you and took off his underpants, as well as his shirt. And here he was in front of you. Completely naked. As you have always dreamed. But you never thought that it became reality. Never in your life did you expect it to be him who would take your virginity. His dick was already stiff, but he wanted that you stroke him a little bit longer. Carefully, you take it in your hand and do the same movements you made earlier. "Wrap it in your hand." He gave you instructions and you feel a little helpless anyway. So you take it in your hand and lead the movement up and down. And now it was Woo who moaned now. "Tighter." He ordered further. You try to strengthen the grip and continue to rub at its best part. Your movement became firmer and faster. Woo continues groaning and dropping completely when he suddenly jumped up and nearly tore your dress off your body. "Fuck, I can’t stand this any longer." He threw you to the bed and massaged and kissed your breasts. He also tried to get rid of your bra. It had suddenly become much wilder. He increased the pace, because he was now in high spirits of lust. His length pressed against your thigh and you feel how hot it got down with you. And then his hand went down further and he took the last piece off your body. He stroked back between your folds and you were more than ready for him. But then he leaned down to his pants and pulled out something. He was seriously having a condom with him and you are beginning to doubt that he had shut himself out. But at that moment, that did not interest you. All you wanted was he inside you. He put on the condom that took barely a second and then he leaned over you again. "It's going to hurt a bit, sweetheart." You expected that anyway. You had heard the countless stories of the girls who have their first time long behind. "I know, I just have to get it over with." "Tell me, if it hurts too much." He looks deep into your eyes and you nod in agreement. Then he placed the tip of his tail in front of your entrance and pressed against it. You try to be as relaxed as possible, but it's hard for you. And with slow pressure, he keeps penetrating you. On the one hand you feel how unstretched you were down under. There has never been anything so broad and hard inside you. On the other hand, the stabbing pain came to the fore. You became calm and tried to concentrate. But everything cramped in you. But slowly the pain has gotten worse and you are slightly teasing your face. "Are you okay?" He asked. "Yes, just keep going." You try to smile. As good as possible and Woo slowly moved on. But the pain continued. He noticed this and hugged you. "I have you sweetheart, it's over soon." You cling to his chest and get it through. With him. And then it got better. The stinging pain was over, the cramps broke and you could relax more. And slowly you feel how a pleasant warmth spreads in you. A tingling sensation rose in you. You knew that you wouldn’t experience orgasm the first time, but you didn’t thought it would feel so good. As you relax more and more and your moans get louder and louder, Woo also picked up his pace. He got faster but was not rough. You feel exactly how his cock moved in you and that excited you even more. "Fuck babe, you're so damn tight." He was breathing hard and staring deep into your eyes. His moans were also louder and you feel like he was greedy for you. Woo knew exactly what he was doing. He was sure of every step. In this area he showed no shyness and proved his skills. His movements were as light as if he were dancing. And every single step felt good. You were glad that someone so experienced took your virginity. "Fuck sweetie, no one was so tight I fucked before." He closed his eyes for a moment and bit his lower lip. "Argh .." He tried to hold his orgasm for a few seconds back. But when you lean back and give yourself completely to him, he couldn’t stand any longer. He pulled his cock out of you, peeled off the condom and it was not long, as his orgasm spread over your entire stomach. "Yes, Fuck!" He groaned as he jerked himself off. The white substance was warm over your stomach. In front of you sat Woo sweaty and out of breath. It was quiet between you, but then he took a few tissues from your bedside table and cleaned you. " Look how much you made me cum.” He smiled and when he was done, he lay down next to you. "Was it okay for you?" You nod, it was more than okay. Slowly you understand what made all the people of your age crazy all the time. You also wanted more, but you still had a little pain. "It was better than I thought," you confessed and Woo had to start laughing. "It gets better with time, I promise you, just wait until you experience your first orgasm." He winked and smiled widely. You also smile and wish you could have this experience with him as well. But you were not sure if Woo wanted to repeat it all. "How long are your parents gone?" He suddenly asked. You sit up and look at him: "Till tomorrow night." Then Woo laughed and stroked gently over your folds again. "Then we have a little more time."