#me when I am stressed and told my classmate I’d illustrate something for her FOR FREE oh my godddd why did I do that

[daydream-draws]

trouble!!!!! make it double!!!! more like mystery….. make it history or something

[holycow99]

石田お寿司 29/7/21 stream translation Part 1

T/n: This is not the full translation of the stream. I only translated the parts I could understand & interpret or parts I found interesting/important. I’m still a beginner in Japanese, so the translations may not be accurate. If you want to repost, please repost at your own risk. I’ve changed the format as this format seems better. I’ll be writing in this format from now on.

*Someone asked him about his throat.

I: My throat? It’s normal. (t/n: He had a sore throat a few weeks ago)

I: I was asleep when chp 5 was released. It was already dark when I woke up.

*People in the comment praised chp 5.

I: Thank you, thank you. I’m glad you liked it.

C: I’m waiting for the translation!

I: It coming soon. (t/n: He’s speaking in eng.) It sounds like a wrong eng.

C: Are you right handed?

I: Yes, I am.

I: For chapter 6, I’ll probably finish drawing it if I work until the day after tomorrow, even though I haven’t made any progress at all. After that, I’ll add in the typesetting and then it’ll probably finished around 2nd or 3rd August. I’d be bad if I couldn’t get it done after I’ve said this.

C: Fumi (Jack Jeanne’s character) plays erhu? (t/n: OP’s referring to JJ OST album’s illustration.)

I: Yeah. Kosemura Akira (composer for Jack Jeanne) wanted to use erhu when composing Fumi’s theme song. So, he asked a famous person to play it. It’s really rare to have erhu in songs. Not many people in Japan play it. Why did he choose erhu? Then, when imagining what kind of instruments suit each character, for Kai, he has that deep, bass feeling. So, his instrument is double bass. Piano is Kisa. Suzu is, of course, all about hitting the beat. Drum is an important instrument in rhythm creation. For yonaga, it’s a wind instrument. I want him to play a pipe. You won’t understand even if I talk about it. Should I leave the picture here? Wait a min, let me show you.

*Someone commented about Tokyo revengers’ illustration.

I: Oh yes, I did an illustration of Tokyo Revengers’ Mikey. I want to draw Draken as well.

*He showed the illustration of JJ’s characters with instruments.

I: I drew Shirota playing guitar. For some reason, I imagined he could play guitar. And then, instruments like viola (referring to Neji). Otori plays maracas.

I: That’s how it is. And then, we have the Sui exhibition in Nagoya. I’ve been writing report on the event. Isn’t it amazing? Probably not. It’s for myself after all. Rather than for myself, I’d get mixed up if the exhibition is held in a lot of places. 

*He started Playing Ghosts n’ Goblins.

C: I really want to play Ghosts n’ Goblins, but it seems so stressful.

I: It’s not stressful, rather you’d feel angry.

*Giant monsters appeared.

I: Just now on discord, Goubaru texted me saying he wanted to call me, but I rejected. He’s expressing his anger right now. (t/n: He referred the monsters stomping the ground as angry Goubaru.)

C: Sensei, there’s no love counselling session today?

I: It seems like some of you were happy when I gave love advice. There’s someone who became a couple with her childhood friend. She said she’s gonna talk to her bf once again. What was the problem again? Something like she had trouble chatting with her bf through mail. I advised her not to then. Hahaha.

C: Do you remember people who always watch your livestream?

I: Not at all. I do remember you *****-san. (t/n: He mentioned OP’s name)

I: I tried listening to my own stream while working. When I listened to it, I realised I have a tendency to pick comments from specific people. There’re people who know to comment at the right timing, like Y****. (t/n: He mentioned the fan he always chats with) It seems like I pick them based on the colour (?), name length, and comments that are easy to pick. Weirdly enough, I always end up reading the comments from the same people.

*He’s fighting another angry and aggressive Goubaru.

C: Is Goubaru usually like this?

I: I wonder… I think so. But, he often wore this kind of down jacket, like for a year. A purple one. Even though the fabric wasn’t that thick, wearing a down jacket must be hot, right? He didn’t take it off when he’s in the workplace. He even wore it during summer. I asked him why, and he said it’s because he wanted to hide his body line. Sounds like a problem an attractive woman would’ve. I do kinda understand that. It’s probably the same reason as women who wears loose clothing as to not have their chest shown too much. He always wore purple down jackets due to reasons like that.

C: My dad also always wears down jackets in every season to hide his body line.

I: I’d tell those kind of people to lose weight.

C: Wearing down jacket and sweating is probably their way of losing weight.

I: No, but even if you sweat, you won’t lose weight. Those who’re dieting probably know this already, but sweating only reduce the water percentage in your body. Just because you sweat a lot doesn’t mean you’d lose weight. In the end, it all depends on the amount of fat you lose and the amount of muscle mass you gain.

I: With sauna, I don’t think you can lose weight. If you drink water, you gain back the amount of water you lost. However, if you don’t drink water for 2 days, you’d probably lose 2-3kg. Human bodies are made up of 70% of water after all.

C: Sauna only makes you feel refreshing.

I: Sauna makes you feel good. I think that, in itself, is nice too. It’s just that only fat people think that they can lose weight wearing down jacket. 

(t/n: I might’ve translated it a bit harsh, but I don’t think he meant it in a bad way. Please don’t be offended.)

C: Did you tell that to him?

I: I told him a lot of things. Something like “you’re gonna die” or “you’re gonna have your limbs amputated”. I have a younger friend who’s slightly diabetic, I think. He had always been fat, though he sometimes went on diet. His family knew a lot of people in the medical field, so they kept telling him to go to hospital. When he did the examination, he was told that he had a chance of getting diabetes. But Goubaru is a slob, so he wouldn’t visit hospital by his own volition, though I’m not qualified to say that since I also don’t really visit hospitals. He might be in a worse condition since he wouldn’t get checked up, so I think it’s best for him to lose weight.

I: Why being fat is not good for your health is because when the fat dissolves in your blood, the blood vessels will get clogged. That’s why I think it’s not good.

C: How much is your body fat percentage (BFP)?

I: How much is it…I’m not aiming to be ridiculously skinny or whatever. The average would be around 16-17%? It’d be great if I can get there. When I was on a rigorous diet, my BFP was as low as 13%. Some people are able to get to 10%. I wonder how they do that?

I: I’ve heard from someone about Goubaru’s body fat percentage. I’ve been talking about him, but his BFP is scary. It seems like he has 45% of fat in his body. He is nothing but a lump of fats already. The mother in Atashinchi (a classic manga) is also the same. Do you guys know Atashinchi? The mother is kinda fat. She’s also has around 45% BFP I think.

C: How much does Goubaru weigh?

I: I think he already surpassed 100kg, but I don’t know about now.

C: To be able to surpass 100kg is a talent.

I: Right. I’ve heard about that in Bananaman’s (Japanese comedy duo) radio or something. Mr. Himura (a member of Bananaman) was around 90kg at that time, though I don’t know his weight now. It’s probably around 10 years ago. He said he’s weighed more than 100kg, and that weighing 105 kg is a talent. 100kg was like the threshold for your body and you surpassed that limit.

C: There’s someone like Goubaru in my class.

I: But you don’t know him. Do you mean him having the same weight?

C: My classmate who weighs over 100kg broke the school chair just by sitting on it.

I: The weight is one thing, but even though chairs could withstand heavy amount of load, they’re not durable. Goubaru’s chair made a few scary noises whenever he sat down. It sounded similar to the sound effect of the door being opened in Inagawa Junji’s (an actor & ghost storyteller) ghost stories. I thought Mr. Junji was there.

Part 2

[bangtanxfics-blog]

A Long Time Coming | PT 3.

Word Count: 2942.

Genre: Fluff, romance.

Summary: After a run in with an old friend, y/n reflects on her youth and remembers a boy who used to have a crush on her, Jungkook. 

Life knows when to give us what we truly need. That's always been a saying I tell myself whenever I'm feeling insecure about the future. But lately it feels as if everything’s gone wrong and whenever I catch a glimpse of hope, it gets removed from me far too easily. Like yesterday, when I spent all night going through job listings on the newspaper and online, and none of them seemed to fit me or my needs.

It was always either the pay was too bad, or I was under-qualified for it. Frustration took over my body even as I woke up from a not so peaceful sleep and rubbed my eyes to adjust to the light. My parents had to be at work early today so I was already home alone when I got out of the bathroom and went down downstairs to try to make something for dinner.

However, as soon as I stood in from of the kitchen, it was as if all of my body rebelled against me and yelled at me to go back to bed. All I wanted was to lay down and forget the fact that I was jobless and living with my parents, and not in some beautiful villa in Italy any more. And it's not that I'm lazy, I'm the opposite of that, and that's exactly what it's so frustrating to want something so bad and not being able to grasp it.

Huffing, I grabbed my coat from the hanger by the front door and put on my boots and decided to take the two-block walk towards my favorite coffee shop instead.

I got out of my house and I was hit with the cold air swirling around the grey sky, and I know soon enough it'll start snowing and we can kiss our good weather goodbye. As I'm opening up the small gate of the fence that surrounds my house, I hear my name being called from next door. I don't know why, but Jungkook is the first thing that comes to mind when I hear it, and I tell myself it's because I saw him yesterday for the first time in a while.

But the person jogging towards me isn't Jungkook. It's Junghyun. “y/n-ah!”  he exclaims with a bright smile, looking down at me before pulling me in for a warm hug that I correspond quickly. “Jungkook told me he saw you yesterday at the supermarket. When did you get back?” he asked with curiosity in his wide brown eyes.

“Friday late at night, yesterday all I did was sleep and go to the store, I promise I was going to call you and Joosun.” I tell him, smiling up at him and feeling happy to be home once again.

“It’s okay, Jungkook slept for like twenty hours when he first got back here after tour, so I understand.” he tells me with a chuckle that I follow.

“It was nice talking to him, you know? It was nice to know he hasn't turned into some big-headed celebrity.” I reassured.

“I know, he's very much the same Kookie, even though he's all grown up now. He makes me so proud, that kid.” I hadn't noticed, but we’d started to walk together and I realized when he asked me. “Where were you headed?”

“The coffee shop. I didn't feel like making breakfast to be honest, I'm still too tired.” I tell him.

“Can I come with?” he asks, scratching the back of his neck and looking away from me and towards the street.

“Sure.”

Once upon a time, when we were teenagers, I used to have the most embarrassing crush on him, everyone knew it but I never made any sort of move because he was my friend, and because shortly after he began dating the girl he's now engaged too. As the years went by and the silly high school crush disappeared, she became my friend too. In fact, Joosun is now my best friend, and I couldn’t be happier for the both of them. I've never seen two people more in love than those two, and it's everything that they deserve.

“So, what's next for you?” he asks the dreaded question that nobody seemed to want to stop asking me. Was it really that hard to believe that a girl my age didn’t have her whole life figured out? Everywhere I’d traveled people didn’t seem too surprised about my situation, but I knew that in Korea there was a much bigger pressure being put on the youth to succeed and have their shit together as soon as they were out of college. Maybe I am weird, after all.

“I just got back home, Junghyun. I don’t know.” I tell him with a roll of my eyes that makes him chuckle. He was one of the few people in my life who knew me to a fault, I couldn’t really hide anything from him. Which is why I didn’t find it all that surprising when he spoke next.

“Don’t let the stress eat away at you, y/n-ah.” he said in a comforting way. “You’ll get to where you want to be eventually, it’s your life, don’t let others get in the way of what you want.”

I chuckle slightly at his somewhat cheesy words, even though I know that he means them and that deep down, he is right. “That’s easy for you to say because you have an uprising career as an illustrator and your brother is one of the seven most famous people in the whole damn country.” I laugh and he joins me, not denying anything I’m saying because he knows it’s the truth.

“I might be lucky but that doesn’t mean you won’t be too. You’re determined, you just panic a lot and you let it hold you back.” it’s his turn to roll his eyes as he says those words, probably thinking back to all the times him and Joosun have had to talk me out of panicking to death.

“I really hope you’re right. But unless I can find a job as substitute teacher, I’m going to have to find something else for now until the school year ends.” I explain, following Junghyun into the cafe as he opens up the door for me and another lady that was about to walk in at the same time as us.

He knows I don’t like coffee, so he orders an iced tea for me and an Americano for himself, taking my card when I pass it on to him so we can split the bill.  Before typing in my password and thanking the lady behind the counter I busy myself finding a place to seat while my best friend waits for our order. And rather quickly, I find my usual spot, the place where so many of my high school memories were made with the only steady group of friends I’ve ever had. More than that, here’s where I had my first date ever, with a boy from my 8th grade class. He had excellent grades and he was also funny and what I at the time considered handsome. Here, was the place where a boy confessed his feelings towards me for the first time. But that wasn’t as pleasant of a memory.

Jungkookie. He was only thirteen at the time, and my fifteen year old self believed herself to be too mature to be dating a kid. Mainly because I had that horrible crush on the boy that is now my best friend and I would rather die than touch him in a non-friendly way. But still, I was very much fond of Jungkook, I saw him as a little brother, I wanted to protect him and make sure no one broke his heart, but I couldn’t lie to him either so I had to reject him. He didn’t react, like, at all. He shrugged, said ‘okay’, and then he excused himself and walked right out of the cafe. When he rounded the corner, I saw him wipe away a few tears through the window that faced the street and my own heart broke for the poor boy.

He got over it pretty fast, though, and I was glad for it. After all, I knew it was just a silly crush, the boy was thirteen, let’s be honest. He would awkwardly bow at me and go back to his room when I was over at his place, but that only lasted a week before he was back to normal and spent his days causing mischief around the house. I heard he had his first kiss about a month later, and that he went on a few dates with a classmate of his, a girl his age. Which made me feel relieved at the time and I was finally fully comfortable again in the presence of the little boy who no longer liked me in that way.

Looking around, I couldn’t help but smile. Those memories were still part of me, everything about this cafe, everything about this city, about my neighborhood and my friends. I belonged here. Suddenly, I get the urge to grab my phone and call my best friend, going straight for her name in my contact list and pressing call, hearing her voice greet me with a squeal only three seconds after.

“Oh my God you’re using your Korean number!” she exclaims, making me laugh intensely.

“Hello to you too, Joo!” I tease, hearing her chuckle from the other side of the line.

“How long have you been here?” she asks, and I see Junghyun beginning to walk over here with our drinks in his hands.

“I got here on Friday night, more like Saturday’s early morning, but you know.” I explain. “Yesterday I slept all the jetlag off, and now I’m in our cafe joined by your fiancé and of course I had to call my favorite girl to let her know I’m here. Are you free to join us?” I ask, looking over at Junghyun who is smiling brightly at the idea of Joosun showing up.

“I wish! They’ve asked me to stay at work longer, I’m covering for a colleague who called in sick. You called just in time, cause I’m on my break right now. But say hi to my baby, don’t let him eat too many sweet things, he has to take care of his health!” the girl commands, making me laugh at how bossy she it because I know she only gets like this with the people she really cares about. And that list isn’t too long, really, it’s just Joohyun, her mother, and myself.

“That sucks, I’m so sorry! But hey, when are you free? We should definitely have a girl’s day whenever that happens, you have no idea how much I’ve missed you.” I tell her honestly, and I hear her sigh and call me cute which makes me chuckle as I wait for an answer.

“Hmmm, let me check my weekly schedule.” she says and I can hear the sound of papers being flipped which means she’s probably looking for her schedule. “Here! Oh! I have Tuesday off! I think my mom is going out of town tomorrow for work, so you should come over to my house and we’ll watch movies and eat our body weight in chocolate.” she offers happily.

“What was that about taking care of your health?” I ask between laughter at how contradictory her words were, and I hear her chuckling too.

“What he doesn’t know can’t hurt him, unnie.” she finishes before saying that she has to go back to work because her break is over and we said our goodbyes and hung up.

“Is she coming?” he asks, taking a sip of his coffee and handing me my iced tea which I quickly sip as well.

I shake my head. “Nope, she had to stay a little longer at work today because one of her co-workers called in sick.”

“They always do that to her, it’s so unfair. Just because she’s new, all her seniors feel like they can just do whatever and she has to just endure.” he tells me, clearly upset by the treatment his girl got at her new job.

“Sadly that’s just how the Korean work culture works, but we all know how smart she is, and how qualified she is for that job. Soon enough she’ll be climbing ladders and nobody will be able to tell her anything because she’s gonna take all their jobs and become their bosses. We know she’s determined like that.” I laugh and he does too, nodding in agreement because it’s nothing but the truth. If there’s anyone in this world who can make it in such a sexist system, it’s her. I’ve always told her she’s gonna change the world one of these days and she won’t even realize it.

“You're right.” he said with no hesitation, and it was adorable to see how much he believed in her.

After about half an hour of catching up, with Junghyun telling me all about his job and how the wedding planning process was going, we walked back to our houses just sharing stories about our childhood. Somehow it felt like I'd been gone for way longer than just six months, when I knew that wasn't the case. But everything felt more nostalgic, and with my two best friends being engaged I couldn't help but feel like there was a lot of things I had missed.

As soon as we made it back to our houses, we were approached by the familiar face of Jungkook munching on the bag of chips that was held by one of his hands, his bunny smile on full display as he jogged towards us. Something about the situation felt a little bit like coming home, like we were standing in some alternate universe where none of us ever left Busan and we were still neighbors and hung out all the time. It felt like we were the exact same people we were all those years ago, even though I knew that was the furthest thing from the truth.

For one, I didn't even know Jungkook, he was a kid when he left, now he was 22 and I'd be stupid to think he hadn't changed at all. Even if his smile remained childish and his eyes were still as shiny, and his nose was still that of a little kid.

“Noona?” he asked with his big, pretty brown bambi eyes, snapping me back to reality and making me realize I'd been staring at him the whole time. Oh god, that's so creepy, well done y/n.

“Uh, sorry, I kinda spaced out.” I said, not entirely lying.

“It's okay, I do that all the time, hyungs always tease me about it.” he said with a bright smile as he took a bunch of chips from the bag and popped them inside his mouth, his cheeks puffing out with the contents of his food.

“He was just asking you if you wanted to come over and watch a movie, like old times.” Junghyun asked, but I could easily tell his eyes remained on me a little longer than usual, which told me he didn't buy the whole ‘I spaced out’ thing. He knew me too much, and he was sadly far too smart.

“So, what do you say?” the younger boy asked with enthusiasm.

“Uh, as long as your parents don't mind? I'm sure they want to spend time with you Jungkookie, I don't think they'd appreciate me intruding.” I say, trying to be sensible, I didn’t want to just barge in on the second day of their son being back, I knew how protective Korean moms could be with their babies. And to say that Jungkook was babied by his family was an understatement.

Junghyun and I had had one too many conversations about it in the past, how he felt that no one around him really allowed him to grow up because he was constantly spoiled by everyone since he’d always been the youngest, everywhere he went, even in his band.

His eyebrows were pulled together and a slight pout made his bottom lip stick out a little, oh no, here it comes. He used to do this when he was 15 as well, and it was deadly. His eyes widened just the right amount to make him look like a puppy who had just been kicked in the gut.

“But, mom said I could invite friends, she wants me to feel at home again. I don't have any friends here any more.” he says, and despite the fact that he's clearly being a whiny child on purpose to get me to say yes, I can also tell the realization hit him. None of his childhood friends are his friends any more. He doesn't really have much to attach him back to Busan besides his family. It's kind of sad, but also understandable, and I'm sure he wouldn't change it for the world. “You don't have to say yes if you don't want to…” he presses, knowing damn well that I'm going to give in, because apparently neither of us had changed all that much.

“I do want to, I just didn't want to be a bother.” I said rolling my eyes but smiling nevertheless. “But if you say it's okay, then I believe you.” I finish, putting my hand into his bag of chips and taking one out before following him and his brother into his house.