#mr ji im sorry

[survivalistghost]

excuse me sir that’s my emotional support murderer

[kaciidubs]

My Mrs. Claus | 8 Days of SKZcember 2023

Prompt: "ho ho holy shit you look good." lmao im so sorry

❣ Summary: Who didn't want to make a statement for one of the final parties of the year? ❣  ❣ Word Count: 986 ❣ Warnings: Fluff, humor, slight suggestiveness, Jisung is a flirt but he means well ❣  ❣ Female! Reader [No use of Y/N] | You/Your pronouns ❣  ❣ Additional Tags: Han is referred to as Jisung, Ji, and Baby, Reader is referred to as Jagi, Mrs. Claus, unedited ❣ Stray Kids Masterlist ❣ General Masterlist ❣ SKZcember 2023

It was your favorite time of the year; the annual JYP Family Christmas Party finally making its appearance - a somewhat under the radar event started by a few of the seniors of the company as an opportunity for all of the artists and staff to have a night of celebrating the year’s accomplishments and catch up with friends they wouldn’t usually be able to catch up with.

Sometimes faces from other companies make an appearance, but the majority would always be JYP signed artists and even trainees - though they would only be allowed to stick around for the early hours of the party.

This year you planned to do it big - well, not big, big, but big to where you found yourself staring at a red sweater dress and a black leather belt to go across the middle currently laid out on your bed; a classic rendition of the jolly old Saint Nick, but cuter.

“You know the party starts in two hours, right?”

Rolling your eyes, you looked toward the closed door of your bedroom, as if you would miraculously gain x-ray vision to see your boyfriend on the other side. “Yes, Ji, I know!”

“And you know we said we’d meet the others before heading there, right?”

You scoffed, turning toward your vanity to start a simple makeup look, “I know - I don’t even know why you decided to come here to get ready, I could’ve just met you at the 3Racha plus Artist dorm.”

Even with the door shut, you could picture his offended expression paired with the pointedly loud gasp he made sure you would hear.

“And have to find out what my beautiful, amazing girlfriend is wearing at the same time as my friends? No way! That’s cruel and unusual punishment, Jagi.”

“Then you should know,” you started, pausing for a moment to apply foundation around your mouth and chin, “the more you talk to me, the longer I’m gonna take to get ready!”

“Can’t you just let me inside? I won’t do anything but watch!”

“Han Jisung.”

“Fine, fine - I’m going! I’ll be on the other side of the door, scared, cold, and so, so lonely.”

“Alexa, volume seven, please.”

The sound of your music grew louder, effectively putting a pacifier on Jisung’s teasing antics as you continued getting ready for the party.

It didn’t take long for you to finish your makeup and hair, and by the time you shimmied into your dress, there was a little more than an hour left on your metaphorical timer.

“Okay, baby, you can come i-”

The door swung open at lightning speed, Jisung all but falling through the doorway as he eagerly scanned your room, “Finally! Took you forever, I thought I was gonna-” His eyes landed on your form and they widened instantly, lips falling into a small ‘o’ as he took you in fully.

Bristling at the sudden attention, you found yourself consciously tugging at the hem of the dress, though it fell respectfully just above your knees, “Is it too much? I bought this not too long ago when I realized it matches your sweater and-”

“Ho, ho, holy shit, you look good!” Barely even acknowledging your nervous rambling, he made his way toward you, a wide smile growing on his lips, “Jagi, you look- wow, look at you!”

A sheepish laugh floated past your lips as you reached for the belt to top off the outfit, easily sliding it around your waist and fastening it. “Alright, alright, you don’t have to gas me up, Ji.”

“Gas you up? Baby, I don’t need a reason to gas you up, you’re already on fire!” He let out a low whistle, scanning you up and down as if you were a priceless find, “Mrs. Claus, can I sit on your lap and tell you what I want instead?”

“Jisung!” You laughed, fanning yourself in hopes of alleviating the heat of his stare and his equally heated compliments. “It’s really nothing, I’m sure there’s gonna be other people more dressed up than I am.”

“You really think that would matter to me? You could’ve dressed as the Grinch and I’d still think you were the hottest one in the room.” Walking closer to you, he slid his hands onto your hips, fingers welcoming the soft cotton dress, “You look beautiful, Jagi, really.”

Cooing softly, you leaned forward to press a soft kiss to his lips, being mindful to not smudge the red lipstick that currently painted your lips, “Thank you, baby - you look handsome too.”

Sharing one final kiss, you slipped your way out of his arms before he could be compelled to steal another kiss that would set you both back longer than necessary.

“I just need to put on my heels and we’ll be out, okay?”

“Whatever you say, Mrs. Claus, I’m just your humble elf servant here to do anything you need me to.”

Grabbing one of your black boots from the floor, you looked up at him with an arched brow, “You don’t want to be Mr. Claus?”

A sly smirk creeped its way onto his face as he shook his head, ash brown hair tickling his forehead at the motion, “Nah, Mrs. Claus getting with one of her helper elves is a way hotter concept.”

You hummed slowly, nodding your head as you slipped on your shoe, “Right, right, we’ll unpack that thought later.”

Putting on your other shoe, you were officially ready to meet with the other boys; grabbing a jacket from the closet while Jisung handled your purse and a pair of flats ‘just in case’.

“Jagi, you mind letting the guys know we’re leaving now?” Jisung called as he made sure the van was ready outside.

Humming in acknowledgement, you unlocked your phone to send a swift text to the combined group chat.

You: Mrs. Claus and her Elf are on their way 🎄

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[queendeeshorrorimagines]

ty for letting me know!! i will now be a menace with requests teehee

can i have a short and busty afab survivor dating clown and doctor <3

i appreciate this greatly im blowing kisses at u as we speak

Im so sorry for the wait. I hope that you enjoy this and feel free to send me requests anytime dear 💚💚💚

::readmore::

Clown and Doctor with a short and busty AFAB survivor significant other:

Warnings: Canon typical violence, fluff, slight mentions of nsfw

Doctor| Herman Carter

Herman Carter is an intelligent man from his experience in psychology and the human mind. Even if he uses his intelligence for his own sadistic lust.

Herman has two sides when it comes to his survivor girlfriend/ significant other: during trials and when the both of them are alone.

During trials, the Doctor would either let them take hatch or would sacrifice them last. The other survivors could tell how easy he his on his girlfriend/ significant other but wouldn't dare speak of it.

Once it's just him and his significant other, he shows a more softer side. Between careful touches, to the both of them talking in depth of psychology, and him showing his partner the various machines in Léry Memorial Institute, he tries to show his partner that he cares about them the best he could.

He knows that he's not able to be physically affectionate towards his girlfriend because of the high risk of him accidentally hurting her so Herman tries to bond with her by doing things that helps the both of them get to know each other better.

Not many survivors or killers would dare to talk about his girlfriend's body around him. Survivors know that the sadistic Doctor would make their trials a even worse living hell than already. Most of the killers aren't going to say a peep after witnessing a certain killer (*cough* Danny *cough*) nearly get electro shocked to death after Herman caught him trying to take pictures of his girlfriend's chest.

Herman, in a relationship would like someone who he could talk about the human mind with, seeing them more as an equal rather than his lab rats to gain knowledge about and control over. He wouldn't want anyone too smart to argue with, but someone who can understand what he's trying to convey.

Jeffrey Hawk tends to be a self centered man, all he cares about is the power he has when he hunts his victims. He never thought that anyone would want to be with him because of his sadistic personality.

Both survivors and other killers could agree that it was a shocker to see someone as cute as them being in a relationship with sadistic Clown. Hell, even Jeffrey himself couldn't explain how the both of them ended up in a relationship with each other.

Jeffery noticed how much smaller his girlfriend/ significant other was compared to him, reminding him of the small birds he used to see growing up. Instead of wanting to harm them, he wants to hide them in his carriage and keep them as his greatest prize.

Given the perverse background Mr. Hawk has, he's definitely noticed his girlfriend's well gifted large breasts. And he's obvious about his admiration of his girlfriend's body.

Although he's all for admiring his significant other's body, he will kill any survivor who even looks at his significant other's body, let along say anything about them. He's been into some fights with a few of the killers (*cough* Danny, frank, and Ji woon *cough*) that caused the entity to punish him.

When the both of them aren't in trials, they're usually enjoying the few minutes alone they're able to have with each other. It can range from taking care of Maurice all the way to being on his smaller bed, cuddling together.

Personally, I don't think that he would ever show his face to his significant other because of the fact that it's foreign for him to strip away the clown persona to show his partner the real him.

[sungbeam]

describe your favorite mutuals & their bias/biases <3

omg i always feel so much pressure for these cuz i have quite a handful of moots but i shall try my best !! thanks for ur ask anonie o7

@justalildumpling & na jaemin — both just uber delulu and mutual orgasm donors 😭😭 their astrology/horoscope reading says they'd be good for marriage, but i think WE r a much better match 😚 anyways, i love u j my beloved wife and soulmate !!

@jaehunnyy & jung wooyoung — bro i didn't know which teezer to pick for u 😭😭 but since the craze lately has been mr wooyo 😗 chip is just the sweetest and most wholesome bean ever?? (except lately 🤡 woosan is getting to her) but she deserves the absolute world

@winterchimez & lee sangyeon — my parents !!! absolutely adore ally :')) she's always encouraging my shenanigans and one of the most supportive people on this app. i feel like every day i learn that we have another thing in common w each other LOL

@ethereal-engene & lee jihoon — NO CUZ EKFNEKDK when i tell u ash looks like woozi (゜-゜) im not even kidding, they both look SO good in specs and i love ash sm, she GETS ME and im so convinced we're like actually long lost relatives 😭😭 the way she puts up w my shit and supports me all the time :')

@loveliestfelix & choi yeonjun — omg no because nana is supermodel material?? supermodel gf and bf say HUH???? her writing is something to fall head over heels in love w !! my beloved angst queen 🫂 ilysm im always thinking of u <3

@tranquilpetrichor & (i wanna say) yoon keeho??? — eris i just realized i don't really stan some of the groups u do and i haven't seen u talk abt ur biases recently 😔 SO PLS DO TELL ME ABT THEM !! but i wanted to include u here bc it didn't feel right without u 😭 but she's so underrated and one of the chillest people ever, and a literal ballerina like 😳 that shits hard bro

@zzoguri & ji changmin/kim sunwoo — MY FELLOW KYUBODAN MONI AHHWHDINEJDJD they are AMAZING at writing??? i guarantee u will fall in love w their style, and they're also just so easy to vibe w and talk to 🤧🤧 hope to get to know u even better bestie :'))

@haet-sal & ju haknyeon — CAKECEYYYYY 😩😩😩 ik the ship name is hakcey/hickey LMAO but cake 😎 anyways LMAO lacey is prob who i aspire to be?? 😭 like u guys don't understand how pretty this girl is and the fact that she's SO COOL TOO?? i feel like i'd be so intimidated by u irl tbh 😳

@goldenhypen & jake sim — my canadian counterpart and chinese 04 twin 💖💖💖 i miss u sm omg i will always uphold that em is one of, if not, THEE nicest person on this app. like if u touch her I HURT YOU 😐🔪 she is sooo so compassionate and caring and just wah i love u sm i hope ur doing alright :'))

@sseastar & byun euijoo (i think? im sorry i don't stan &team 😔) — yet another author here who's style of writing absolutely blows me away skdnkendk like the slice of life ghibli movie vibe of her writing makes me SING and she's also a very cool woman in stem™ </3 she's also so soft and sweet, and i only have the most tender of thoughts toward her

@hqrana & omg im so bad i know eric sohn for sure 😭 — we actually haven't talked about many other groups besides tbz and svt skdnekdk OKAY BUT MY MARVEL MOOT !!! i treasure noa so much, like what a star and the way we literally have so many fandoms in common??? for the longest time (and still) i look forward to interacting w her just cuz she is absolutely SO fun to talk to 💖 ly bff

[gizkasparadise]

Top ten meaningful impactful nicely handled character deaths. Can be villain. Can be non villains. I would prefer if you add Asian dramas in it. And please explain why

I, for one, truly enjoyed watching Frollo (hunchback of notre dame) fall to his death in a pit of lava because of how absolutely fitting it was

I loved tony stark’s death. I’m actually happy he’s not returning. He got his happy ending with a wife and kids and assurance that he saved the world after all the destruction he brought on it.

I loved the scene in healer of his mentor dying because they gave it a good delivery. Sad. Expected. And NOT brushed aside

yaaaaaaaaaay death :'D. spoilers for series obviously below!

top ten in asian dramas (hard mode: only 1 death per drama)

gu jian, goodbye my princess. xiaofeng's death is a close second. while this character wasn't my favorite, i think this death is the most impactful to me in the drama-- it signals the final point of no return for all the main characters, was absolutely brutal, the ML went full unhinged, and it gave me a montage set to 'love catastrophe' which is an auto ;;

kimura shunji, bridal mask/gaksital. with mok dan/boon yi's as a close second (sorry FLs i really do love you). my favorite drama villain so far. is his suicide a kindness or a curse? i love how fucking bleak it is and how shunji gives kangto absolutely no exit on their final showdown. the fact that it was the ill korean nanny who found him is just a full circle cruel irony that i love

shin yul, chicago typewriter. *sobs in doomed narrative*

dong mae, mr. sunshine. okay apparently this is just becoming a list of doomed second male leads, so-

ali abdul & ji yeong, squid game. they can share a spot since it was the same game. i mostly enjoyed squid game as a whole but some eps definitely hit harder than others -- ep 6 was the best ep in the series & had the most stakes & consequentially hurt the most

ta hwan/togon, empress ki. back to doomed second male leads i guess (although maybe he's the first all along~). im a sucker for couples confessing love on their death beds i guess and it was just such a UMPH scene after so much hardship and atrocities between them

jang man wol, hotel del luna. i love her whole arc and how the hong sisters completely committed to the ending being her having to let go of her past life and move on to the next one despite the ML's love for her

prince wang eun & seon duk, moon lovers: scarlet heart ryeo. babies ;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;

the passengers, vagabond. i just really, really loved how grief and resilience was portrayed in this drama-- especially with the families of the deceased banding together during the trial

ji hee, moving. JUWON AT HER MEMORIAL SERVICE SOBBING WHILE TRYING AND FAILING TO PUT ON HIS MOURNING CLOTHES FUCKING KILL ME. we know it's coming/doomed by the narrative realness, but gd!

[chellesdump]

Sharon Emerges

Being seated outside the principal's office waiting for your parents was a nerve-wracking situation regardless of your age, but it added stress when it was your first time, you're 5 years old and all adults are looking at you as if you've committed the most atrocious act.

That was how Mina was feeling at the moment, waiting for either her mommy or her mama to arrive and have the inevitable talk with Miss Choi the teacher that had brought her here, and Mrs. Lee the old principal of her Kindergarten.

She couldn't decide which mom was a better option to have come into school, on one hand, her Mama Jeongyeon was the more strict one and would get a bit mad at having to leave work to deal with her kids' misbehavior, but at the same time she would go soft quicker if she put on her puppy eyes and pout; on the other hand, her Mommy Nayeon was more chill even getting happy at having an excuse to leave work early when her kids were feeling unwell, but she was also the one who had less tolerance when she was called for misbehavior.

Her inner turmoil was disrupted by the sound of heels coming from the hall and her Mommy's voice talking on the phone with who she could guess was her Mama, her anxiety elevated more with each of Nayeon's steps knowing she wouldn't be happy with the situation at hand, so she began playing with her fingers to try and calm down a little, but the moment the steps stopped a couple of meters in front of her she felt as if her heart stopped for the tiniest bit.

“Hello, I'm Mina's mom, I was called to have a talk about my daughter's misbehavior” “Oh yeah, have a seat and I'll go tell Mrs. Lee that you have arrived” “Thank you,” Nayeon said while going towards the seats outside of the office where Mina was sitting, greeting the small Japanese girl who was clearly nervous “Hi Minari, care to explain why I was called off work due to you getting in a fight?” asked Nayeon with a raised eyebrow, the only response she got was a mumbled wasn'mafaul coming from the tiny Japanese, “Mina stop mumbling and look at me” said while crouching in front of Mina, putting a hand under her chin and directing her to look at Nayeon, but the moment their eyes met tears started coming out of Mina's eyes breaking Nayeon’s heart.

“Baby, please talk to me. I swear I’m not mad, I just want to know why you did that '' begged Nayeon trying to coarse words out of Mina. “I-it wasn’t mah fault, Chan started it, not me… Chan, no-not me” “Shh baby calm down” she said rubbing circles on her back “What did Chan do to make you hit him?” “He was making fun of us and pushing us, being a meanie overall and mama says we should always stand up for ourselves” “I’m gonna kill you Jeong'' mumbled Nayeon through clenched teeth “Of course you should stand up for yourself, but you should always tell an adult first about what’s happening” reprimanded Nayeon

“I DID! … we did, Jihyo always tells teachers about what Chan do but they don’t do nothing. Ji always makes sure Chan stops bothering us but since she’s not here today he got meaner. I didn’t wanna get in trouble, but he wouldn’t stop!” “Oh baby, I’m so sorry you had to go through that but don’t worry we’ll get this solved and make sure Chan stop bothering you” both mother and daughter were caught in a tight embrace when they were called into the office.

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“Come in Mr. and Mrs. Kang take a seat with Yoochan please” said Mrs. Lee from within her office “You too should come in, Miss …?” “Mrs. Im-Yoo ma’am, nice to meet you I’m Mina’s mom” said Nayeon while bowing a greeting to all the present. “As you know, we called you here today regarding the fight between Yoochan and Mina that occurred on recess time, we like to apologize beforehand for the injuries that Yoochan presented but luckily Miss Choi here, was able to stop the fight before it escalated even more” “We are lucky that our little Yoochan only got some meek scratches as a result, otherwise we would have sook legal action seeing as you aren’t taking proper care of our son” mentioned Mr. Kang with prepotency laced on his voice, this irked Nayeon, she couldn’t really stand people who believe themselves better than everyone else.

“Of course, Mr. Kang don’t worry, this won’t happen once again. We’ll make sure that students that cause trouble like Mina here will get punished and…” “Excuse me Mrs. Lee but aren’t first offences just talked out with their teacher at the end of school day?” “Well, normally that’s the case but when there’s an injured kid involved, we have to call the parents and have a talk with both parties” “I understand that but as Mr. Kang said Yoochan only had some meek scratches and my child wasn’t seen by the school nurse, she also has some scratches and bruises resulting from the mentioned fight, so why the different treatment between both children?” “We didn’t knew that Mina also had minor injuries, so how were we supposed to treat them?” “You could have asked her or checked for them, a fight requires two people so it’s just a given thing to check everyone involved. Also, will Yoochan be getting the same punishment as Mina?” inquired Nayeon, repositioning Mina on her lap so she could cuddle her better.

“No, why would Yoochan be punished when he’s the victim here Miss Im?” “It’s Mrs. Im-Yoo and he’s not the victim both of them were involved, so both should be punished. Besides did you care to ask why they were fighting, or did you just decided to punish kids without knowing the reasoning behind their actions?” scoffed Nay. “I get that you’re upset that your kid is getting punished, but you can’t excuse her actions Mrs. Im-Yoo, she needs to learn that her actions have consequences” scolded Mrs. Lee, “Ugh these young parents don’t know how to discipline their kids, that’s why there are little monsters roaming around” scoffed Mrs. Kang with so much prepotency.

“I’m not excusing Mina’s behavior and of course she would be punished once we get home, but that doesn’t mean I’m not going to ask the reasoning behind her actions, because as parents we need to know why our kids do the things they are doing so we can fix the bad” expressed Nayeon before turning towards Mina “Now, Minari sweetie, can you tell the principal and the teacher why you did what you did?” encouraged Nayeon with a smile.

Taking a deep breath Mina started relating the happenings of all the problem with Yoochan, “I got into a fight with Chan because he was being a meanie to Jihyo unnie, the School Meal Club, and me…” “But you should tell an adult, didn’t your mom teach you that?” interrupted Mrs. Kang, “Of course we taught her that, could you let her finish talking before giving your opinion, please” commented Nay with a saccharine tone “Please keep going baby, I promise no more interruptions”.

“As I was saying, Chan was being a meanie, Jihyo unnie always tell him to leave us alone but he doesn’t listen! We tell the teachers, but they don’t do nothing, so he keeps bothering us every day, today he got even meaner because Ji not here” Mina took a great inhale “So he pushed Dub off the swings, tripped Tzu while we were playing and pulled Chaengie’s pigtails while we ate, he kept calling us names and telling us mean things. So, I told Miss Choi, but she did nothing, so Chan said See the teachers aren’t going to do nothing ‘cause you’re pabo and nobody likes you” “Well, it’s true you’re a pabo” retorted Chan with a smirk, you could feel the ire radiating from the tiny Japanese body “Mama says nobody is allowed to call us pabo and we should stand up for ourselves if no one help us, so I yelled at him to leave us alone, then he tackled me, and we started fighting on the floor until Miss Choi came and took Chan to the nurses office, and me to here”

“Yoochan, is it true what Mina is saying?” asked the principal, “Yeah I told them they were pabo” stated the little boy simply, “Is that the only thing you told them, right?” probed the teacher “No, I told them that they are not lovable ‘cause they are adopted, if their real parents gave them away must be for a good reason… probably the money they gave them each month for each girl” indicated Chan, “Well seeing as both of you did wrong, you’ll be recess less for the rest of the week. Everyone is allowed to leave now” stated Mrs. Lee, not before Mr. Kang demanded with a strong voice “Where did you get that idea from? Answer me boy?” scaring both kids.

After Chan calmed posterior to the fright he just received, he gave an answer that rendered all the adults speechless “I heard you and mother say we that you were planning on getting a kid from the system just for the check they would give you, seeing as you didn’t have to take care of them and throw them with a nanny like hyung, noona and me”, the Kangs just gave a final We’ll be on our way, good day to all, reprimanding the poor boy for exposing them like that.

“Good day Mrs. Lee and Miss Choi, we’ll be on our way” Nayeon bowed goodbye grabbing Mina’s hand and walking towards the halls before stopping “Will it be possible to take the rest of my kids home right now or should I wait the few minutes left before pick-up time?” politely requested the mom “You can take them, just let the secretary know so she can give you a visitor pass”.

After getting the rest of the girls and making sure all were buckled, they made their way to the elementary school to pick up Momo and Sana, next they picked up Jihyo from Nayeon’s parents house before going to their own house to wait for Jeongyeon and eat lunch.

[jinpanman]

rules: post 8-9 people you’re very attracted to.

@yeoldontknow​ told me to procrastinate on writing so here i am procrastinating. i'm excluding bts 'cause like.....that would take up all the photo space 'cause i'm attracted to all of them LMAO

@underthejoon​ @lcksndkys​ @kigurumu​ @triviafics​ @ggukcangetit​ because y’all have tagged me too :”)

1. i am cheating and am including all of them in one pic because i can.

i simp for these 4 so freaking much i cannot deal.......pretty soon im gonna start simping everyone else too....it's inevitable....i already know it.....

2. the great mr. kayden from eleceed

ahahahahaa........i just start reading this webtoon "eleceed" and i 100%%%%% simp for him omfg......

3. seo ye ji

i love seo ye ji forever (after completing this i realized she is the only woman here and like, im sorry to all the women i excluded but also this is the power she holds. i love her.)

4. kakashi

if you don't think kakashi is hot as fuck then you're lying and i feel sorry for you.

5. top

the original loml. there’s honestly nothing else to say. i love him forever.

6. dylan

there is this white man who goes by the name of dylan matthews and he makes youtube videos and i....am attracted to him.

7. eugene/flynn

on a similar vein, another white man i am attracted to. but in 2d.

8. gojo

the way i have only seen 2 eps of jjk (and have little interest in watching more) and i still simp hardcore for gojo. the power this man holds.....

[leerose09]

Paying attention to Shin Hye-sun as the Mr Queen

i miss a lot of opportunities to discover this #actress. Magtaglish na lang me neh? I want to write a normal conversation with #filipino #fans like we are at home (nasa bahay lang tayu). Im writing in English because if some foreigner will read my blog (umaasa), they will understand it although I don't have a proper education or I don't have any knowledge about English language. All I know is verb is an action word #lol

question #1 : may #filipino community ba dito? if meron please like and share haha...

anyway so here's what happen

2016 my coworkers are watching she was pretty and oh my ghost during lunch. I ignore them

In this year Legend of the Blue Sea was also famous in the Philippines because of Jun Ji-hyun and Lee Min-ho. I didn't know that hye sun was also part of the show. I ignored it.

2018 a closed friend told me she was watching My golden Life in GMA channel 7 Tagalog dub. I ignored it.

2019 I resign then I watch tons of Korean drama in 3 months starring # jangnara and #goara

Jang Nara

-hello monster with Seo In-guk (leading man in high school king savy where hye sun has a supporting role, i ignored it.)

-school 2013 - jang nara as a teacher (hye sun was one of the students with few lines) I ignored it.

Go Ara

-Miss Hammurabi with Kim Myung-soo ( or Infinites L, 2019 he was the leading man of Hye sun in Angels last Mission. I ignored it)

I also know Angel Eyes 2014 but I ignored it.

Hirap mag english. Nosebleed.

2020 March lock down for almost 2 months so I go back to what I love the most watching Korean dramas

this time its actress Kim hyun joo #marathon and guess what? KHJ and Hye sun have the same agency YNK. #surprised and #shocked me.

Then Crash landing on you came, I know the main lead Hyun Bin, Son Ye-jin, but who is this guy? Kim Jung-hyun. He looks so good in this drama. He was so stylish, cute, funny and charismatic.

to make the long story short hye sun and me almost met... joke.

her Korean dramas are famous but I'm very picky? is that the right term? when it comes to #kdramas I always choose the best or the highest rated or the number 1 or the leading actress are my #favorites like Kim Sun-a, Go Hyun-Jung, Lee Young-ae, Lee Bo-young, Kim Hee-ae and of course Kim Hyun-joo

so... she's my new favorite.

2021 January. I was just curious about the NO 1 Korean drama and it was Mr Queen. The ratings was consistently getting higher. So I search about it... I know Alberto Gu but who is this woman? The Korean drama where I first heard and read the name "Shin Hye-sun"

I read the synopsis. Comedy is my favorite genre so I was intrigued by this new actress. I told my sister and she was done watching eps 1 to 14 in just 1 day on January 24. MQ was live every sat-sun.

I was hooked by the show and by her acting ability. Feb 14 was the happy ending day .

Its been 10 years since I felt so crazy for a kdrama and that was Queen Seondeok 2009

i love deokman

i love mishil

i love his son bidam

and history repeat itself...

QSD and MQ have issues with their writers and I'm like WHAT????!!!

After the show it became a depressing month. I don't want to tell all the details. I had enough. All I care right now is to spread the word that Mr queen destiny is greatness. It already made a TV history and I wish It will reach more millions of people. Its a fiction. Its goal was to make everyone laugh. To lessen the pain of dealing with Covid19.

Anyway I hope for the best. I pray that we can survive this pandemic. Please choose to see positivity. Please lets stop hate. Our different opinion against each other will not save us.

sorry hindi ako nagtagalog haha... this is how i practice english even if im lacking... tama ba? hahhahahha

pahabol... i wish shin hye sun will have a Hollywood movie or a Oscar or be married to a foreign actor like Leonardo DiCaprio

[gtseven7]

My Seven Idols

Summary:

Got7 as highschoolers as they deal with graduation and college at the same time starting up their own Youtube channel as idols.

A/N: Second chapter skskskskssks updates are slow but it’ll be slower coz i have a job now lol and i just realized that my format (for all my fics) looks horrible on pc but it looks ok on mobile (thats where i used to do everything) imma be editing those bc they’re so awful i apologize. 

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The big doors of the gymnasium opened, allowing a certain man in. Walking with confidence and steady feet, the murmurs of the people slowly dies down. At the very front, the reason of the crowd gathering together, stood oblivious to the person who just came in. They were still dancing to the beat of the music, trying to charm the ladies watching. Until the music abruptly stopped. Jinyoung holds the plug on his hand. The five guys, known as Five Roses, who were dancing earlier paused and looked for the source of disruption.

The audience parted as if it was the red sea as Jinyoung, the student council president walks towards them.

See, Jinyoung has a perfect face, perfect grades, perfect hair, perfect uniform, probably perfect everything. Many girls and some boys has a crush on him, obviously. But the fact that he's strict, cold and savage dwindles the affection the student body has for him making him the not so desirable anymore.

"What the...this guy again...dammit." Ji Woo, one of the Five Roses said upon seeing the sour look on the President's face. "Why is he here again?!"

"I should be asking that. Why are you here? Don't you have class?"

Knowing better for themselves, the rest of the people dispersed and went back to their respective rooms. No one wants to anger Jinyoung. No one wants to be in his bad side because he's scary. Nobody could say what would happen if they did disobey him. There was no brave soul who dared.

Maybe Jung Hwan will dare, as he speaks. "C'mon man, leave us alone. We're practicing for the idol competition. Our school's name is at stake here." He was only rewarded with a scoff and an eye roll. Jinyoung finds idol competitions between schools funny. It was a well-known fact that he doesn't support it. At all. Especially if you disregard your studies in favor of it. His nonchalance about the matter slowly aggravates the five boys. "Our school's academic performance is at stake. Adding you bunch of idiots skipping classes will not help it." The leader of the group, Yeon So, feeling a little less happy with how things are going, strode towards Jinyoung. "Pres, we could care less. But since you took the effort to go here and nag us, we'll follow you. The next time you do it again though, I wouldn't care if you're the president."

Face to face. It was like a two wolves staring each other down ready to bite off the other. There was an air of crackling electricity between them, trying to win and make the other back down. "You think that would scare me Yeon So?"

"No. But that was a warning. Stay in your lane, teachers' pet."

The five boys walked away with a grudge, leaving an exhausted Jinyoung. Don't get him wrong, he understands the passion they have what they do. He thinks it's a wonderful thing: to be passionate about something. To do something that you love. He might be a little jealous of them for having something that he doesn't despite the fact that everyone thinks he's perfect. It also irks him that they sacrifice learning to do it. More so that their school's academic standing compared to other schools is pathetic. Add the humiliating downfall of their sports team.

Everything's not going right for their reputation. The only good win they have is the idol competition, which is not really saying much. It's Jinyoung's second term as president and his last year. The pressure he has on himself to exceed his performance from last year before he graduates lays heavy on his shoulders. Resulting to him being more uptight than he usually is.

"Thinking too hard there, aren't you?"

Turning to see who spoke, even though Jinyoung knows that voice very well. It was Jaebum. He's scratching his head while yawning, worsening his bed head. The president's eyes turned into slits. "Do I have to reprimand you as well?" His long time friend only shrugged, already used to the president's stern warnings. "It's our break, I took a nap." Jinyoung sighed. He already knows making the other follow him is a lost cause. It doesn't mean he'll stop though. "You weren't in class before the break."

Both walked out of the gymnasium to head back to the main building. "Mrs. Kim called me in her office. Apparently I'm the only senior who hasn't submitted college plans." Mentioning college made Jinyoung stop in his tracks. The big elephant in his life. Something that he avoids to think about these last few months. "I heard you submitted late as well. Who would've thought Mr. Perfect Jinyoung had doubts as well." Jaebum teased his friend. He had seen him struggle to finish the forms. Conflict clearly written on his face every night as he stared at the piece of paper that probably has his future. Hair disheveled when he pulls it out of frustration.

The man in question can't help but to huff out. Even after submitting his half-hearted plans, he couldn't help but still ask himself what he wants to do with his life. "Have you thought about it? College, I mean..." Jinyoung asked his companion. A light breeze flew by them as he waited the other to answer. "I know what I want to do. I've always known."

Music. Im Jaebum's first love. Of course. Why did Jinyoung ask anyway? He knows it well.

“What about you?”

 They both walked the side field, mulling about the future and what awaits them.

 “I don’t know. My parents want me to take Medicine, but Mrs. Kim said I’ll fit in well with a business course.”

 “Do whatever you want man, whatever would make you happy.”

 “Hmm…”

What would make him happy anyway? He doesn’t have an answer to that. He’s been asking himself for a long time but Jinyoung comes out with a blank space in his heart waiting to be filled by something he himself can’t answer what. Now with their graduation looming, entrance exams coming closer, Jinyoung felt like he’s out of time.

  “If you knew what you wanted, why submit late anyway?” He asked his friend condescendingly, his JB hunter mode on. “I lost the form.”

 And Jinyoung’s signature eye roll with a dash of an exasperated sigh came out as usual whenever Jaebeom does anything stupid. “I don’t even know what to say about that.” They both stopped walking, the president ready to rant again, his back facing the field where their prestigious basketball team were playing (prestigious my ass, they lost four consecutive games already). “You could have…” But Jaebeom wasn’t entirely listening, seeing the orange ball flying towards them. Specifically, at his friend.

 “Jinyoung!”

 Jaebeom held the other’s shoulder and pushed him aside. He shielded Jinyoung with his body, the ball hitting him directly on the back. He was almost hugging him, bracketing his smaller shoulders with his wider ones. "Ugh. What?" confusion was what Jinyoung felt. 'Why is he hugging me all of a sudden? If this is because I was being a bit sentimental… I'll hit you Jaebeom.'

 "Omo! Sorry! Sorry!'

 Jinyoung peered over his friend's shoulder and saw Jackson, one of the members of the basketball team. "Didn't mean to hit 'ya! Sorry." He was cringing and had his hands in pleading. Their president was almost hit with a ball. They might get suspended! "Next time, watch where you're throwing the ball." Jaebeom's reputation isn't that great to be honest. With his biting stares, long hair and seasonal peircings, he's known to be the school's bad boy. A man you shouldn't cross. Someone to avoid at all costs. It's also well known that even the great disciplinarian Park Jinyoung can't handle him. Now, Jackson who's receiving ill intent from the other, he didn't seem to mind and his apologetic smile just bounced off Jaebeom's scary aura. Jinyoung was quite amused.

 "It wasn't me though! Sung Hwan threw the ball. I was only asked to fetch it. I'm sorry in behalf of the team though. Jinyoung, we're sorry for almost hitting you." He then bowed politely to express his sincerity. Jaebeom was dumbfounded at the boy who did not seem to mind his usual scary air.

 When Jinyoung realized that Jaebeom was still holdong him protectively, 'Tsk, what a worrywart.', he released himself indignantly and smoothened his uniform. Seeing the other still bowing to him, he felt uncomfortable. "Hey, it's okay. It was an accident."

 Jackson immediately straightened up and beamed. "Thank you! Anyway, are any of you hurt? The ball's a bit hard."

 "No not really." Jaebeom answered nonchalantly. Trying to look like a cool senior. Again, the president rolled his eyes at him.

 "We're fine Jackson. How about you, how's the team going? Are you still benched?" The athlete rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. He laughed lightly, but his smile decreased. Way to go Jinyoung. You officially made him feel bad. "Yeah… But that's okay! I can now do my other hobbies other than sports so…" Jackson covered his embarrassment with a hearty laugh, waving off the dampening of the mood. "No but really, I'm totally okay with it Jinyoung. No need to worry." He gave his most convincing smile to Jinyoung as the other frowned. Jackson's a foreign student who transferred to their school because of his parents' business in the area. Before he went to East High, he's already a great athlete with a bright future ahead of him. From what Jinyoung heard, he had already collected a ton of medals and trophies.

 "Are you sure? I can talk to the coach. Seriously that Coach Jang has favoritism. Only letting Sung Hwan to shine."

 "No no no! Don't worry about it. It's okay. I prefer it this way."

 Jinyoung was not convinced but bit his tongue from saying anything further. He just nodded and it seemed to satisfy Jackson as well. But Jaebeom on the other hand looked like he didn't like the friendly way of speaking of the other. "Hey. You're a junior aren't ya? Pay some respect on your seniors."

 Jackson looked at Jaebeom curiously, a teasing smile already on his face. "I'm older than Jinyoing though." The long haired senior's eyes widened. He turned to his friend to confirm and Jinyoung was not reacting to it. "He is?"

 "Yes. You guys are the same age. And you both make it sound like I'm so much younger. It's just a few months "

 The laugh that resounded the area was cheerful. Jackson's mood lifted up again. He bid goodbye to the two after grabbing the ball and jogged back to the court. But Jaebeom was stuck in his position, floored by the surprise of the fact and most likely because the foreigner wasn't really all that faltered in his presence unlike other people "Why is he a junior though?"

 As the subjects from his old school were quite different from what they have, some were not credited. Thus making him repeat his junior year. Having no choice but to accept, since it was an urgent migrate. Jackson got into the team with his natural sporty abilities, even better than the current players they have. But unfortunately, Mr Jang doesn't care and only fluffs up his favorite, the captain ball Sung Hwan. Which was such a waste and irks Jinyoung to the core. They lost consecutive competitions already even if they have someone like Jackson, they never bothered to bring hin out anyway.

 "You seem to know him well."

"I toured him around campus on his first day."

 "Oh aren't ya such a good student president?" Ah, Jaebeom was joking around once again. A feat that most people don't see. "Apparently not, you won't cut your hair and remove that metal on your nose."

 As if he was wounded by his friend's ribbing, he put his hand on his chest feigning hurt. "Yah! You said long hair suits me."

 "My opinion outside school doesn't mean a thing inside. Cut that hair."

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[jaehoneey]

Best

» series: secret relationship au

» jisung x reader

» fluffy, angsty, a lil dirty

» setting: modern korea

» warnings: mentions of drugs, firearms, and a heck lotta pain

» im so sorry this is so long i dont know what came over me

The sixth time you fell in love, you wished you could turn things around.

Your sixth life was quite similar to your third, your lifetime with Changbin. You were in a gang once again, and this time, you had the upper hand.

You joined your dad when he would go to meetings or dealings, with his constant reminder that you’ll be the one handling the deals soon. You would also join your other dad-- who’d rather be called “daddy”-- when he would go on jobs that required dirty work, with his constant reminder that you need to defend yourself as well.

Currently, you were in the shooting range, trying on the new leather gloves they had given you. They were black and a perfect fit on you, you smiled as you reached out to take a handgun, then checked to see how quickly you could reload the magazine. When you felt that it was just as fast, maybe even faster, you couldn’t help but let the corners of your mouth lift up.

“Y/n, you’re here.”

You turned your head as you put the gun back down to the table. “Yes dad, I wanted to try the gloves out.”

“And?”

“They’re lovely,” you praised as you looked at your hands again, “I feel amazing wearing them.” You looked up at him and slightly tilted your head. “But you never go here. Daddy does that. So why are you here, dad?”

He chuckled pleasantly. “You caught me there, darling,” he then moved aside to reveal a boy behind him, who seemed to be admiring the range, “I was showing our new recruit around.”

You blinked as you focused on the boy, who had just realized that the older man was talking about him, so he stopped looking around, looked at you, then bowed.

Your dad chuckled again. “This is my daughter, Y/n. Y/n, meet the new recruit, Han Jisung,” the said boy bowed again, “he’ll be helping with the weapons and hacking. Feel free to show him around later on.”

“But you’re already doing that.” You pointed out.

“I only have so much time on my hands, I can’t show him everything I have to.”

“Alright, dad, as you wish.”

“Now,” your dad turned and he placed a hand on Jisung’s shoulder, “you’ve seen where we use the guns. It’s about time you saw where we keep them.”

Days passed, and you realized earlier on why your parents had chosen to recruit Jisung; his skills were remarkable.

He could dissemble a gun as quickly as you could normally breathe, he could hack even if his eyes weren’t trained on the screen, and lastly, hell, he was one good kisser.

“Jisung,” you breathed out, “we can’t.”

“Princess, please,” he growled, “your parents are out, and for the first time, as you said, they didn’t take you with them. You should try and relax. Let me relax you.” He chuckled softly before nipping on your skin again.

“Jisung!”

Three days after that night, your parents decided to bring you both out to dinner, saying it was a celebration for Jisung’s official welcome to the family.

“Now,” your daddy started as he sipped on the wine, “Jisung, tell us, do you have a boyfriend? We could bring him in as well.”

Jisung’s eyes widened and you did your best to not snap your eyes towards him. “N-no sir,” he cleared his throat, “no boyfriend, sir.”

“Oh?” Your dad seemed intrigued. “But with a face like that? No boyfriend?” Jisung shook his head. “Why?”

“No time,” he replied cooly, “I was busy training and going with Mr. Kim to meetings to get me scouted.”

Your dad hummed. “I’m glad I scouted you. A shame for others, really, they didn’t discover a diamond in the rough.”

Jisung slightly bowed his head in acknowledgment, saying a brief thank you. Then your parents focused on you.

“As for you, our sweet daughter, we have set up a blind date for you.”

You choked on your food and you immediately reached out for your water, drinking it in one go. You focused on your parents with stinging eyes.

“A- a what?”

“A blind date,” your daddy simply stated as he took a bite of the steak, “I know we haven’t been letting you off lately, and we feel bad about it. Besides, it’s about time you meet someone. She’s a good girl, and her father could be a potential ally.”

“You don’t have to marry her,” your dad quickly intervened, seeing the look on your face, “just let her father see your skills, he’ll come to us.”

You hummed as you nodded, knowing that there was no way out.

As they talked among themselves, you and Jisung shared a nervous glance. You were both straight, if that night didn’t make it clear already, and it still seemed that if you came out straight in this society, you’re a dead man, and woman, walking.

So the night before your blind date, Jisung had snuck in your room. You two were on the bed, your head resting on his lap as he played with your fingers. He seemed to be nervous, tense even, and you didn’t ask him why, knowing that he’d bring it up in his own time.

“Do you think you’ll like her?” He asked softly. “Your blind date. Do you think you’ll like her?”

You blinked as you looked away from your intertwined hands and focused on his face to see that his eyes were still looking at your hands.

“Ji,” you called out, “Ji, look at me.” (Look at me, please, look at me.)

He did, and you felt your heart break, his eyes were glossy, the tears weren’t there yet, but they soon would be.

“Jisung,” you cooed as you slowly stood up, never letting go of his hand even as you faced him, “if you think we’re doing this just because there’s no one around for me, then you’re wrong. I’ve known, for the longest time, and I’m sure that I’m straight. The world outside doesn’t know it, but I know it. The world wouldn’t accept me, but I still stand for it. So no, I’m not going to like her, Jisung, because I already like you.”

His tears had started to fall and you brought your free hand up to caress his cheek, wiping away the tears.

“Y/n,” he said softly, “I’m sorry. You are the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I’m sorry for doubting you.”

“Don’t be,” you kissed his nose, “don’t be.”

Your parents’ plan had worked perfectly. You met the girl, she brought you to their house because the father had wanted to meet you. There he tested your skills in fighting, in wits, and in difficult times of communication. Unsurprisingly, he was impressed, and now he was meeting your parents.

“Mr. Kwon, a pleasure.” Your dad greeted.

“Oh, please, Mr. l/n, the pleasure is all mine.” Mr. Kwon had chuckled. “I see that our daughters have gotten along very well.”

“Indeed, they have,” your dad nodded, “please, take a seat.”

And just like that, a new alliance was formed.

You eventually came out to Kwon’s daughter, saying that you didn’t want to lead her on, and she understood. She said that she could tell, seeing as how Jisung would watch your every move, always in a stance to come to your heed, if needed, and she said that it was safe, because she was, too.

This would lead to you lying to your parents and so would she. You would say that you were going to meet her, but you would meet Jisung in a place you two had found not too long ago; an abandoned treehouse. You two fixed it up, made it more comfortable on the inside, and it was there that you would go to whenever you needed an escape.

There was one night however, you wish you had asked him to escape with you.

It was three in the morning and you had come home from being cooped up in the treehouse. When you put your house key in the lock, you realized that it wasn’t needed: the door wasn’t locked. As you turned the knob, you placed your hand on the hilt of your dagger, which was hidden in the inside pocket of your coat, and when you stepped in, the only light on was that in the living area.

You approached it carefully, not knowing what to expect, and when you stepped into the living area, you released your hold on the dagger.

“D-daddy,” you stuttered out, “what’s going on?”

“Our family member here,” he seethed as he pulled on Jisung’s hair, “is a traitor.”

Your heart dropped to your stomach. “How?”

Your dad took a drag from his cigarette as he waved an envelope in the air. “Darling, do you know what’s in this envelope?” You shook your head. “Our passwords, our information, our future plans. Photographs of things we do inside and outside of this establishment, things that could end us all in jail.” He blew out the smoke with a sigh. “All in a pen drive.”

You approached your dad and took the envelope, wanting to see it for yourself. You opened it and saw that it was true, there was a pen drive inside, accompanied by a written letter. You took it out and skimmed through it; he was a traitor.

Your daddy sighed as he pushed Jisung’s head before letting go, earning a small groan from the boy. Your jaw clenched slightly as you looked at Jisung and approached him. You wanted to say so many things, you wanted to tell him that he could plead for his life, but you knew you couldn’t. Your parents never gave second chances.

You then approached the source of light, the fireplace, and threw the envelope in. Jisung struggled against his restraints as he watched them go up in flames, but what hurt him most was the fact that your eyes seemed to hold the flames as well. When you faced him again, he wanted to scream out that he was sorry. He knew that you had so many questions, about him, about you two. He wanted to tell you that it was real, that he really did like you, that falling for you was not something he had planned. That if there was one thing that was real in this whole act, it was his feelings for you.

“I think you should finish the job, darling,” your daddy stated as he handed a gun to you, “send them information that his job is done.”

You didn’t know what you were doing. You grabbed the gun, but you didn’t know it. It was like someone else had controlled you. It was like you weren’t you.

You stepped in front of Jisung, raised the gun, and clicked the safety off, resting your finger on the trigger. You looked at him with such cold eyes, he knew that he was done for.

“If you want to say something, say it now.” You spat him.

“Y/n,” he whimpered, tears falling, heart breaking, “you are the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

[psycho-slytherin]

Strangers ch. 27

Your dizzy spells have gotten worse, but it’s time for you and Yoongi to shine.

Pairing: Yoongi x (female) Reader

Word count: 1.6k

Genre: Floof

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Okay. Okay. It’s fine. Everything is fine. Fine fine fine fine. Fine. Fine–

A knock at your door interrupts your whirlwind of overthinking, and when you open it you see your downstairs neighbor tapping his foot impatiently.

“Oh, hi there, Soobin. What can I do for you?” You’re cautiously polite, reasonably sure that by this point your neighbor despises you– when you flooded your apartment, his was also damaged, and your obnoxious alarms at all hours have probably driven him crazy.

Soobin yawns. “It’s two in the morning, y/n. I understand if you’re stressed or something. However, your pacing is making it hard to sleep.”

“Oh.” Your cheeks turn red. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to keep you up.”

“Get some sleep,” your neighbor advises. “I’m not trying to pry, but it’s hard to ignore when you’ve been pacing for the better part of an hour.”

“Yes- I will.” You apologize again before saying goodnight, and once you close the door you sigh and lean your forehead against the smooth wood. You’ve never felt so nervous in your life– just thinking about tomorrow raises goosebumps on your arms and makes your heart stutter.

You’re going to kiss Yoongi.

You. Are going. To kiss. Min Yoongi.

Well, your character is going to kiss Yoongi’s character. But still.

The first time you saw Yoongi, back when he called himself Agust, you’d fainted. Just seeing him was enough to overwhelm you entirely and make you lose any semblance of dignity. And now, that man, your idol, your dream, is going to kiss you.

As you climb into bed, you pray that you’ll be able to at least keep your balance tomorrow. Today. Whatever. You need sleep.

“Fame, flashlight– gi-give it to me!”

You shoot upwards, jolted unpleasantly out of an equally unpleasant dream. “Son of a bitch,” You groan, rubbing your temples. Your head hurts terribly, and the comments you’ve been reading online followed you once again into sleep.

@captainkookie21: hey throwback to when @yourname was a no-name who didn’t sleep her way to the top, amirite? Our boys are too good for her lmao

@seventeengoingonseokjin: im so conflicted about #MoonOverTheSea like?? Do I stan because Yoongi? Do I hate because @yourname? What’s the protocol

@namjoonforpresident: Y’all there’s a rumor that there’ll be a #MoonOverTheSea footage leak lmfao didn’t they barely start filming

@bangtan-uwus: unpopular opinion but fuck @yourname and everything she stands for. I’d understand if she were actually famous but she aint and she doesn’t deserve yoongi

@captainkookie21: @bangtan-uwus lol you mean popular opinion

“Ugh.” You bury your face in your hands, squeezing your eyes shut tight, tight enough to keep everything out. There’s an emptiness in your chest so heavy that it hurts to breath, and you’re dizzy again– these spells have been happening more often lately.

Suddenly, your phone rings. The noise makes you jump and scramble to answer.

“Hello?”

“Y/n~ how are you, darling?” Lisa sings in your ear.

You force yourself to relax, force your voice to lighten for your friend’s sake. “Yeah, I’m great. How ‘bout you?”

“Tut-tut. This isn’t about me, hon. Second day of filming! How are you feeling?”

“Yeah, um– you know, good. Fine.”

“Convincing,” Lisa replies dryly. “Well, I’m downstairs. I can give you a lift to the set if you want?”

“Thanks, I’ll be right down.” You rush to gather your things and join Lisa in her car.

"We’re not going to film in the studio today,” you tell her. “We’re going to some outdoor location.”

“Ah, tell me the address?”

You read it to her off your phone and spend the rest of the car ride anxiously tapping as Lisa chatters. Yoongi. Yoongi. You’re going to kiss him, just like in your dream, the one you can’t even force yourself to forget.

“By the way, I’ve been noticing some mean stuff on Twitter lately...” Lisa says cautiously, and you freeze.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Lisa scoffs. “You need to tell me if it’s getting out of hand.”

“I’m fine, Lisa.”

“I’m feeling just fine, fine, fine,” Lisa sings as she parks. “If you say so, girl. Have a good day, yeah? Tell me everything!”

“You know I will.”

Lisa’s eyes narrow. “Do I know that? I’m just kidding. See ya!”

“Bye...?”

You turn and walk to where the film crew has set up tents and trailers. You spot Avery, and judging by her frazzled expression she’s clearly somehow slept less than you.

“Oh, thank god, y/n. Please tell me you’re the one decent member of this cast,” Avery exclaims when you approach.

“Uh... what?”

“The two leads aren’t cooperating because they’re jealous you and Yoongi have been in front of the camera most,” an assistant supplies. “And since the schedule changed and we have to film your outdoor kiss first, they’re both refusing to be onset today.”

Right. The kiss. Almost on cue, Yoongi shows up, moving through the star-struck crew.

“Are we getting started?” He asks Avery, not looking you in the eye.

“Yes. Yes! We are. Hair and makeup, both of you. I want you onset next to those trees in half an hour. If we have to do more than ten takes for any scene, I might go crazy. It’s fine. Everything is fine.” Avery says in a very not-fine way. Unwilling to provoke your director, you scurry off to hair and makeup, only relaxing when Yoongi is out of sight.

But you’re friends. And you’re only acting. This tension isn’t normal. You’re just friends. Why are you so damn nervous?

The period clothing is heavy, and too warm in the noon sun. Because your clothes and makeup are simpler, you trundle onset before Yoongi arrives, and spend the extra few minutes reviewing your lines.

Avery stands next to the camera along with the cinematographer and several assistants. At last, Yoongi walks up to you. You want to tease him about how dashing he looks, but for once the words fail you: how can you joke when it’s the truth? Yoongi is undeniably handsome, but now... he looks royal. He looks perfect.

Avery quickly walks you and Yoongi through the scene, including where you’ll move and when. “Y/n, we’ll start with your line, okay? Take one. Ready, and... action!”

“Isn’t the sunshine lovely today, Mr. Moon?” you sing sweetly as you walk with Yoongi across the field, cameras surrounding you.

“Not half as lovely as you, Miss Kim– though I do wish you would call me Sung-Min.” Yoongi looks at you for the first time today and you feel your cheeks heat up.

You laugh off the sudden rush of affection. “Then I am Ji-Woo. Even though it is hardly appropriate–”

Yoongi grasps your hands in his, and you nearly gasp. This wasn’t in the script.

“I no longer care what is appropriate, Ji-Woo. After all...” he pauses, the corners of his catlike eyes crinkling. “I fell in love with you, didn’t I?”

You giggle modestly, but the intensity of his gaze combined with your intertwined fingers makes you feel like something inside you is falling apart.

“I suppose you did,” you reply, keeping your voice level as Yoongi leads you to the large flat rock Avery pointed out earlier. With a swish of your skirts you settle yourself upon the rock, spine straight, hands folded in your lap. Yoongi stands in front of you.

“Won’t you sit down, Sung-Min?”

“What? Oh, yes.” Yoongi becomes more agitated, and begins pacing in front of you. Much like, you think bemusedly, your own behavior last night. “Y/n, I–”

“Cut!” Avery hollers, and you’re brought back to reality. “Yoongi, she’s Ji-Woo, remember?”

“Ah, yes. Sorry.” Yoongi nods quickly, looking embarrassed.

Your director sighs. “It’s fine– it’s going great so far. Why don’t we keep going from Yoongi’s line? Ready, and... action!”

“Ji-Woo, I’ve been meaning to ask you...”

“Yes?” You’re only supposed to look nervous, so why do you feel your heartbeat quickening?

“I love you, Kim Ji-Woo. I love you truly, fervently, and with every part of myself.” Yoongi takes a breath and with a start you realize you’ve been holding yours. “I think I was besotted from the moment I met you, and every day since has done nothing but intensify my affection. And so, I must ask you– will you do me the honor and privilege, on this day and all days hence, of becoming my wife?”

The tears are there before you have to summon them: Yoongi is kneeling before you, his eyes wide, pleading, hopeful, beautiful. You press your lips together and nod happily and Yoongi’s face lights up with euphoric disbelief and he rises, and he hugs you tightly, so tightly, and when he at last pulls away you’re left looking at each other, eyes wide, mouths inches apart, and you don’t dare breathe.

It’s for the drama. Just friends. Just–

And you have no more time to think because he’s kissing you, Min Yoongi is kissing you and he’s kissing you gently, lovingly, his lips are so soft against yours and he tastes like mangoes for some reason and you reach up to rest your hands on his shoulders and he cups your cheek as though protecting a flower and all this goes through your head in about two seconds because he’s kissing you and there’s nothing more distracting in the world.

After perhaps an eternity you break apart, and Avery once more yells “Cut! Great, we should do another take just in case.”

But you can’t hear her too well: your head hurts again, and you feel another dizzy spell about to hit you, but this one much stronger than the ones you’ve been experiencing lately, and your balance feels off and you’re tired, so tired–

Yoongi must notice. “Y/n, are you oka–”

“I am going to faint,” you announce, before your eyes flutter shut and the world turns to black.

[basketcase1880]

THANK YOU!!!

Oh my word, I CANNOT believe the response to the first two chapters of Near and Dear. I am now at 201 followers and as a thank you, I thought I would post the next chapter.

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CHAPTER 3

Four hours later, and Claire pulled the car to a stop in front of a large family farmhouse on the outskirts of the village of Beauly. It looked just like Jenny described it, only it was covered in Christmas lights too.

 “My da loves Christmas,” Jenny explained. “Prefers New Year’s, mind ye. But between him and Murtagh, the house is always decked out like this.”

 “Murtagh?” Claire questioned as Jenny hadn’t mentioned him before.

 “Da’s cousin, Jamie’s Godfather.”

 Claire nodded in acknowledgement, this family just seemed to get bigger and bigger, so she hoped she wouldn’t get everyone mixed up. “Is there anymore family members who’ll appear out of the woodwork this festive period?”

 “Probably my uncles Colum and Dougal,” Jenny replied as they got out the car. “They’re mam’s big brothers. My aunt Jocasta lives in America, so I doubt she’ll be here. But, ye never know…”

“Jenny!” a young boy exclaimed as he came running out of the house. “I’ve missed ye. An’ ye must be Claire. Mam’s told us we’ve all to be on our best behaviour this holiday.”

 “Claire, this terror is young Rabbie,” Jenny introduced. “He doesnae know when to shut his mouth. An’ why, I must ask, are ye no at school?”

 “Dentist,” was Rabbie’s simple reply with a shrug of his shoulders.

 “It’s nice to meet you, Rabbie,” Claire smiled, and the young boy surprised her by wrapping his arms around her waist. “Jenny’s told me all about you.”

 “It’s good to have another sister,” Rabbie said in return as he let go of Claire. “Sisters are much better than brothers.”

 “Rabbie!” a tall elegant woman with long red hair called from the doorway into the house. “Will ye let the lassies in wi’ their bags before ye begin pesterin’ them. I’m sae sorry about ‘im. Ye must be Claire? I’m Ellen Fraser, Jenny’s mam.”

 “Thank you for your invite Mrs Fraser,” Claire smiled as she followed the two ladies into the house. “I have to say it’s a much more appealing Christmas than I originally planned.”

 “It’s Ellen tae ye, nane o’ this Mrs Fraser,” Ellen dismissed. “The same goes wi’ Brian. Ye can call ‘im Brian, no Mr Fraser. Noo, I’ll let ye twa get settled in, dinner will be served at 5pm, so if ye want to take a nap or a wee walk about the village, feel free to do so.”

 Both girls gave Ellen a brief hug and headed on up to Jenny’s room where a fold-out bed had been set up for Claire. Jenny and Claire decided to take the time to unpack and talk about their Christmas celebrations growing up.

 “… So even though Jamie and Willie have moved out, they still come home for Christmas?” Claire asked.

“Oh aye, I think Willie is even bringing someone this year,” Jenny explained. “They even stay over in their old rooms. Although they are guest rooms, mam keeps them as Jamie and Willie’s rooms.”

 “That explains why we’re sharing then?” Claire questioned. “All other rooms are occupied?”

 “They might be, we’ve got several rooms kept for guests,” Jenny explained. “But I jist thought wi’ this bein’ yer first time visitin’, ye might prefer to be in a room wi’ me?”

 “Thank you so much, Jenny,” Claire said with a grateful smile. “I actually prefer this set-up. I won’t feel so self-conscious sharing a room with you. I would probably be scared to touch anything were I in a room on my own.”

 “There’s nae need tae be scared,” Jenny reassured the girl who she saw more and more of a sister. “But that’s almost five, so we should be heading downstairs. Jist tae warn ye, should my two brothers be here, the pair o’ them are giants. But they willnae hurt a fly, so ye’ve nothin’ tae worry about.”

Dinner was a quiet affair, neither Jamie nor Willie were in attendance, but Claire was absolutely taken by Fergus’ big brown eyes and she loved chatting with him. He was still learning his English, however, Claire was fluent in French having spent time there in her youth, so the pair chatted away in French.

 “I have tae thank ye, Claire,” Brian Fraser said over dinner. “Ye and young Jamie are the only two who have any idea what the lad is sayin’ maist o’ the time. Nane o’ us can speak French all that weel, so we’ve been muddlin’ through things wi’ ‘im when Jamie isn’t here.”

 “If you wish, I could spend some time with Fergus while I’m here,” Claire offered. “Helping him with his English. I taught some English while I was in France some years ago.”

 “I see yer takin’ the same route as Jamie too,” Ellen smiled as she started to sort a plate of food to put back in the oven. “Callin’ the lad Fergus.”

 “It seems more appropriate,” Claire said absentmindedly as she handed a toy to the young boy. “When I was in Continental Europe, most people called me Clara rather than Claire. So, I am a firm believer in using whatever name is more fitting for your environment.”

 “Weel, thank ye for yer offer, Claire,” Brian replied, before his wife could say another word. “I know Jamie’s been tryin’ his best, but he still has work to attend for another week.”

 Just then, as if the mentioning his name summoned him, Jamie Fraser walked into the kitchen and placed a kiss to Ellen’s cheek. “Sorry ‘m late, mam, there was a muck up wi’ an order an’ I offered to sort it out.”

 “That’s fine Jamie,” Ellen reassured. “I’ve just put a plate into the oven to keep warm for you.”

 “Thanks mam,” Jamie said as he retrieved his plate from the oven. He then made his way back to the dining room table and took his usual place next to Fergus. That’s when his eyes fell on Claire, who was helping Fergus cut up his dinner, and a big smile came to his face. “Ye must be Jenny’s friend from school? I’m her wee brother, Jamie.”

 “It’s nice to meet you, Jamie,” Claire smiled in return. “I’m Claire.”

 “Claire,” Jamie whispered as his smile grew and he ducked his head to avoid his family’s gazes. “Sorcha.”

After dinner, Fergus immediately attached himself to Claire’s side.

 “It seems ye’ve got a shadow, Claire,” Brian joked. “Come awa’, Fergus, leave the lassie alone.”

 “I don’t mind, Brian,” Claire reassured as she lifted Fergus to rest on her hip. “I can work with him on his English.”

 “Are ye’ sure ye don’ mind, lass?” Brian asked, and Claire smiled her reassurance. “Right, Jamie, ye can help yer mam wi’ the dinner dishes.”

 Jamie nodded in agreement, but if his gaze lingered just a few minutes too long on Claire as she carried Fergus to the sitting room, he would deny it.

Later that night, once everyone else was in bed, Brian and Jamie were sitting in the sitting room listening to the news.

 “What d’ye think?” Brian suddenly piped up. Jamie looked at his father in confusion and Brian elaborated. “Of Claire, saw ye starin’ efter her after dinner earlier.”

 “She’s a nice lassie,” Jamie replied. “But I wisnae starin’ efter her. I was jis’ thinkin’ about how this is my first Christmas wi’ Fergus.”

 “Claudel,” Brian corrected. “His mother named ‘im Claudel. Ye need tae stop confusin’ the lad.”

 “He’s stayin wi’ us,” Jamie rebutted. “His mam didnae want ‘im, so I’ve decided that he should be called Fergus. Make him more comfortable in ‘is new life here. He’s gone through so much for such a young bairn.”

 “Aye, he’s really settlin’ in here, son,” Brian smiled as he thought of the young boy asleep upstairs. “Ye ken, he’s been catchin’ on tae some Gàidhlig. Been callin’ yer mam an’ me seanag and sean.”

 “Granny and Grampa?” Jamie questioned. “Aye, I suppose it’s appropriate wi’ yer age an’ all. Right, dad, I’m headin’ up to bed. Some of us still have work in the morning.”

 “Night, Jamie,” Brian called after him.

 Just as Jamie got to the top of the stairs, he bumped into Claire as she was heading back towards Jenny’s room. “I’m sorry,” she apologised. “It’s just I heard Fergus crying and went in to settle him back to sleep.”

 “Dinnae fash yersel’,” Jamie reassured Claire with a warm smile. “Everyone tends to take on a parentin’ role wi’ the lad.”

 “It’s those eyes,” Claire smiled. “They just pull you in and you’ll do anything for him. Anyway, I’m going to head to bed, not had much sleep with essay deadlines and everything. Goodnight, Jamie.”

 “Aye, the lad has everyone wrapped roun’ his wee finger,” Jamie agreed with a small smile. “Weel, I’ll let ye head tae bed the noo, an’ I’ll see ye at some point tomorrow. G’night, Sassenach.”

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[lexprius]

a cup of coffee? p.js ff

so this is my first fic, please mind the mistakes and grammars. english isnt my first language, now, lets get it!

2:00 A.M

you we're sitting at you're living room couch with tearful eyes. you sobbed and sobbed praying it was all a dream. you shouted you're lungs out asking "what did i do wrong? what did i? tell me!" you cried all night. heres what happened.

EARLIER, AT 12:00 A.M

you and you're parents we're joking around and talking about you're future. "dad watch out!" you shouted. you're dad gave you a confused look, as he turned to face the windows he saw a incoming van. then...all you saw was black. you woke up to see you're parents..dead, blood splattered all over their lifeless bodies, glass shards inserted into their skin leaving open wounds. luckily you, you had a few cuts and wounds but you made it out alive. police and an ambulance we're surrounding the car. the police sent a taxi for you to go home. with teary eyes that blurred out you're vision, you hopped into the taxi and made you're way home..

PRESENT

you couldnt sleep that night because of the tragedy, you felt a vibration on you're thigh, you checked it to see you're phone vibrating with a caller id. it was you're best friend jisung. why would he call at such an hour?

y/ns pov

you: w-why did you call? (sniff)

jisung: i knew what happened to you y/n..im sorry for you're loss. i can come over if you want?

you: thanks sungie, b-but i-i dont think you're parents w-would allow..

jisung: oh, thats no big deal! im actually alone at home, my parents arent here, they went to a trip.

you: o-oh..w-well i guess you can come over.

jisung: thanks y/n, i'll be there in a minute okay? stay strong~

you: dont forget to bring an umbrella okay? its raining out.

jisung: dont worry i wont

i hung up, threw my phone at the other end of the couch, i turned on the tv and watched a bit to keep my mind off my parents.

2 MINUTES LATER

i heard the front door ring, i stood up and opened the door revealing Jisung, but with wet hair and soaking clothes holding a bag of tteokbokki and sundubu.

you: jisung get in! you're gonna get sick!

i motioned for him to get in, he rushed inside quickly. hes clothes dripping all over the carpet. i grabbed a towel and some of my dads clothes..just by holding a bunch of i was already trying to hold back my tears. i lended them to jisung trying to hide my welled up eyes.

you: i told you to bring an umbrella.

jisung: sorry..i forgot

you replied with a smile and mouthing the words "its okay" to him, you grabbed a towel and dried him up

jisung: thanks y/n..

you: n-no prob, d-do you wanna eat?

jisung: yeah, im hella hungry

you took out the foods from the plastic bags and started munching them down. there was a tense and awkward atmostphere between you and jisung, jisung decided to break the silence by asking you a question.

jisung: can i stay for the night? i get scared when im home alone in the dark.

you: s-sure..

jisung: i feel really really sad for you y/n..i hope that you feel okay..

you: i feel so depressed already ji..do you know how hard it is to loose someone who raised you?

jisung: i know how it feels like..my grandpa passed away leaving my mom in tears..

you: its..its just so painful! its like multiple guns, and knives..all sorts of dangerous things hits you.

jisung gave you a warm and heartfelt hug...you cried on his shoulder..letting it all out.

you: (sob) w-w-why d-did have t-to b-be like t-this su-sungie? w-what did i do wrong to deserve this pain?

jisung: you did nothing wrong y/n-ssi..ms and mr. kim became beautiful angels soaring high above and sending the purest and whitest doves to you from the heavens..me and you are lucky that..we saw an angel..

you: thank you ji..

you then felt another warm embrace but from you're backside..you felt it was you're parents..

you: m-mommy..d-daddy..i love you..

1 HOUR LATER

you we're on the couch laying with jisung with you're head resting on his arms

you looked up at him and smiled

you: you really had the urge to take a selfie didnt you? (giggle)

jisung: (smile) nothings wrong with it right hehe~

you guys watched movies for hours..until you hadnt realize you fell asleep in jisungs embrace and he took another selca because he couldnt resist how cute you looked.

eventually he fell asleep too.

NEXT MORNING

you woke up to jisung sleeping next to you and you're tiny body wrapped around his arms, a red tint flushed all over you're face realizing what you have just saw. meanwhile, jisung woke up without you realizing because you we're blushing really hard almost becoming the color of his red sweater, jisung sat up from the sofa, he rested his chin on you're shoulder and wrapped and arms around you're tiny waist. you flinched at his sudden action but..you liked it.

jisung: morning~

you: good morning sung~

you saw with a smile and a small laugh, you and him jumped off the couch and headed you're way to the kitchen. you grabbed a bowl, a carton of milk, a box of cereal, and a metal spoon. the coldness of the metal sending shivers down you're body as you look over and glance at jisung at the kitchen counter grabbing a cup of water then making his way to reach out to you're cupboards to grab the coffee mix. the way his brown almost autumn like hair, his face that shined as the sun escapes the windows, the way his plump lips head towards his mug of coffee, and his adorable eyes that curve into a cresent as they smile when his eyes meet you'res..all these just make him look so..so alluring. you snapped back into reality as you felt something cold flowing down you're hands. you quickly placed the milk carton back on the table and rushed to get tissues to wipe off the remaining milk of you're hands. once you got them all off you sighed and scrunched you're face looking at you're overflowing bowl of cereal.

you: what a great start to my morning.

jisung: (laugh) totally!

you grabbed a towel and started wiping the table clean. you made yourself another cereal. once you succeded you placed it on the table in the living room, and plopped yourself down on the couch. jisung then approached you and handed you a mug.

jisung: a cup of coffee?

you: thanks ji (smile)

you reached for the mug and took a sip from it. you settled the mug back down on the table as you felt a slight bounce on the couch. you look over to see jisung sipping his coffee. suddenly, jisung flinched and quickly placed his cup on the table and let out a loud groan.

jisung: ahh! its hot!

you:(laugh) you should have blowed the coffee first (laugh)

jisung: (giggle)

11:00 AM

you we're on you're phone looking for some ideas for you and jisung to do cause both of you we're hella bored. you look over to jisung on his phone talking to his friend, renjun.

he looked over to you, he covered his phone speaker and asked

jisung: can he come over?

you: o-oh..y-yeah s-sure

jisung: thanks y/n!

jisung: okay hyung, you can come over!

you heard that renjun boy say "awesome!" in excitement. jisung ended the call then faced you

jisung: invite one of you're friends! then we can all have fun together?

you: thats awesome ji!

you say to him while he gave his smile that you can't get enough of. you decided to call you're friend yeeun, you dialed her number, you heard a familliar voice from he other line.

yeeun: hey y/n~~ so whats up?

you: w-wanna come over?

yeeun: heck yeah! what are we gonna do?

you: me and jisung are bored as hell yeeun, so we decided we wanted to bring some friends over.

yeeun: okay! i'll be there, time?

you look at jisung mouthing the words "what time?" and jisung replied with "2:00"

you: 2:00, if you're fine with it?

yeeun: sureeee~ okay gotta go now girlie, bye~

you: bye yeeun~

you ended the call and jisung looked at you

jisung: have you thought of something to do?

you: no, my mind is blank. you?

jisung: same..ah! i forgot i have twister! do you know how to play?

you: yeah! okay lets do that? anything else?

jisung: movies!

you: (giggle) you're so cute when you're excited

jisung blushes at the compliment he recieves, he scratches the back of his neck and just smiles at you.

you: o-oh yeah..w-wanna go to the park before they arrive?

jisung: o-oh, y-yeah sure why not?

you: i-i'll tell y-you s-something t-there..

you stood up and took a quick shower and prepared yourself. the thing is..you've been crushing on jisung for the past few months. you decided you wanted to tell him today

as you exited you're room you saw his tall figure standing in the living room waiting for you. his brown hair caged in his black hat, his lips curving into a smile as he sees something cute or funny on his phone. ugh, he was just so beautiful. he's eyes you'res.

you: jisung, lets go

jisung: ah, okay

you unlocked the door and stepped outside the home with jisung following you're footsteps.

Minutes Later

you lead jisung to the most beautiful part of the park, the cherry blossoms. where most couples go to. you faced jisung and took a deep breath.

you: okay..i have been keeping this for so long now and i decided today was the day i wanted to tell you.

jisung: w-what do you wanna tell me?

you: i grew feelings for you jisung! i-i like you- no..i love you park jisung.

jisung was shocked. he didnt speak but instead came closer towards you and cupped you're face.

jisung: i love you too, y/n.

he kissed you're lips as you stood there shocked. but of course..you kissed back. loving every moment. jisung broke the kiss, held you by the waist, lifted you and spun you around.

jisung: be mine?

you: definitely

[kpopbios2]

2008 

Groups who Debuted this year: 2AM, 2PM, Davichi, Ibadi, Might Mouth, Miss $, Shinee, Super Junior-H, Super Junior-M, U-Kiss, Untouchable, Ajoo, Alex Chu (Clazziquai), Boram (T-ara), IU, Solji

Groups who Disbanded this Year: Stony Skunk, Turtles

Winners

Inkigayo

Baek JI-young - Like Being Hit By a Bullet

Big Bang - Haru Haru, Last Farewell, Sunset Glow

Brown Eyed Girls - L.O.V.E.

Davichi - Love and War, Sad Promise

Epik High - One

F.T. Island - Until You Return

Girls Generation - Kissing You

Gummy & T.O.P. -  I’m Sorry

Haha - You Are My Destiny

Jewelry - One More Time

Kim jong-Kook - Today More Than Yesterday

Lee Hyori - Hey Mr. Big, U-Go-Girl

MC Mong - Circus

Nell - Walking Through Memories

Park Ji-heon - The Day I Miss You

Rain - Rainism

SeeYa - Sad Footsteps

SG Wannabe - La La La

Shinee - Love Like Oxygen

SS501 - Deja Vu

Taeyang - Only Look at Me

TVXQ - Mirotic

Wonder Girls - So Hot

M Countdown

Big Bang - Day by Day, Last Farewell, Sunset Glow

F.T. Island - After Love

Girls Generation - Baby Baby, Kissing You

Gummy - I’m Sorry

Jewelry - One More Time

Lee Hyori - U-Go-Girl

Lee Seung Gi - I’ll Give You My Everything

MC Mong - Circus

Rain - Rainism

SeeYa - Sad Footsteps

Shinee - Love like Oxygen

Taeyang - Only Look at Me

TVXQ - Mirotic

Wonder Girls - So Hot

Music Bank

Baek Ji-Young - Like Being Hit by a Bullet

Big Bang - Day By Day, Last Farewell, sunset Glow

Brown Eyed girls - L.O.V.E.

Brow Eyes - Don’t Leave

Davichi - Love and war

Girls Generation - Kissing You

Haha - You Are My Destiny

Jewelry - One More Time

Kim Jong-Kook - Today More than Yesterday

Lee Hyori - U-Go-Girl

Lee Seung-Gi - I Will Give You MY everything

MC Mong - Circus

Seo Taiji - Moai

Toy - Warm Hello

TVXQ - Mirotic

V.O.S. - 보고싶은 날엔

Wonder Girls - Nobody, So hot, Tell Me

Total Number of Days for possible Winners: 131 Days

Total Number of Winners: 29

Total Number of Songs Won: 37

Triple Crown Winners:

Baek JI-young - Like Being Hit by a Bullet [Music Bank]

Big Bang - Last Farewell [Inkigayo]

Big Bang - Haru Haru [Inkigayo]

Big Bang - Day by Day [M Countdown, Music Bank]

Big Bang - Sunset Glow [Music Bank, Inkigayo]

Jewelry - One More Time [Music Bank, Inkigayo]

Lee Hyori - U-Go-Girl [Inkigayo, Music bank, M Countdown]

MC Mong - Circus [M Countdown, Music Bank]

Rain - Rainism [Inkigayo]

Taeyang - Only Look at Me [Inkigayo, M Countdown]

TVXQ - MIrotic [Inkigayo, M Countdown]

Wonder Girls - So Hot [Music bank, Inkigayo, M Countdown]

Wonder Girls - Nobody [Music Bank]

Winners are in Alphabetical Order

Winners Ranked

Big Bang - 23 Wins

Wonder Girls - 16 Wins

Jewelry & Lee Hyori - 11 Wins

MC Mong - 9 Wins

TVXQ - 8 Wins

Girls Generation & Taeyang - 6 wins

Rain - 5 Wins

Baek Ji-Young - 4 Wins

Brown eyed Girls, Davichi, Gummy & Kim Jong-Kook - 3 Wins

Epik High, F.T Island, T.O.P., Haha, Lee Seung-gi, SeeYa, & Shinee - 2 Wins

Brown eyes, Nell, Park Ji-heon, Seo Taiji, SG Wannabe, SS501, Toy, & V.O.S. - 1 Win

Songs Ranked

One More Time, So Hot - 11 wins

Circus, Day By Day, U-Go-Girl - 9 Wins

Mirotic - 8 Wins

Summer Glow - 7 Wins

Only Look at Me - 6 Wins

Kissing You, Rainism - 5 Wins

Last Farewell, Like Being Hit By a Bullet, Nobody - 4 Wins

Haru Haru, I’m Sorry, L.O.V.E., Today More than Yesterday - 3 Wins

Hey Mr. Big, I Will Give You Everything, Love and War, Love Like Oxygen, One, Sad Footsteps, You Are My Destiny - 2 Wins

After Love, Baby baby, Deja Vu, Don’t Leave, la La La, Maoi, Sad Promise, Tell me, The Day I Miss You, Until You Return, Walking Through Memories, Warm Hello, 보고싶은 날엔 -  1 Win

If a group released multiple songs, the list is based on the group/soloist that won for all songs not just individual singles.  

If you think I am missing anything, please feel free to message me!  

Music Program Award Masterlist

Masterlist

[mrkwonandmrchoibabygirl]

50 Shades Of Kwon Ji Yong PT.1

LISTEN BEACHES I WATCHED INFINITY COMPANY FOR LIKE 100TH TIME WITH GD AS THE CEO AND I FELL IN LOVE ALL OVER AGAIN FOR HIS LOOK THERE SO IM GOING TO RECREATE 50 SHADES OF GREY INTO THIS THING AND ALL RIGHTS BELONG TO E.L James the author of fifty shades of grey i just edited it so i hope you like it ,reblog to share it!

y/n- your name  y/l/n-your last name  PT.2 PT.3

I scowl with frustration at myself in the mirror. Damn my hair - it just want it behave, and damn Hyo-Rin for being ill and subjecting me to this ordeal. I should be studying for my final exams, which are next week, yet here I am trying to brush my hair into submission. I must not sleep with it wet. I must not sleep with it wet. Reciting this mantra several times, I attempt, once more, to bring it under control with the brush. I roll my eyes in exasperation and gaze at the pale, brown-haired girl with blue eyes too big for her face staring back at me, and give up. My only option is to restrain my wayward hair in a ponytail and hope that I look semi presentable.

Hyo-Rin is my roommate, and she has chosen today of all days to succumb to the flu. Therefore, she cannot attend the interview she had arranged to do, with some mega-industri alist tycoon I’ve never heard of, for the student newspaper. So I have been volunteered. I have final exams to cram for, one essay to finish, and I’m supposed to be working this afternoon, but no, today I have to drive a hundred and sixty-five miles to downtown Seoul in order to meet the enigmatic CEO of Kwon Enterprises Holdings Inc. As an exceptional entrepreneur and major benefactor of our University, his time is extraordinarily precious, much more precious than mine - but he has granted Hyo-Rin an interview. A real coup, she tells me. Damn her extra-curricular activities.

Hyo-Rin is huddled on the couch in the living room.

Y/N, I’m sorry. It took me nine months to get this interview. It will take another six to reschedule, and we’ll both have graduated by then. As the editor, I can’t blow this off. Please, Hyo-Rin begs me in her rasping, sore throat voice. How does she do it? Even ill she looks gamine and gorgeous, strawberry blonde hair in place and green eyes bright, although now red-rimmed and runny. I ignore my pang of unwelcome sympathy.

“Of course I’ll go Rin.You should get back to bed. Would you like some Nyquil or Tylenol?”

“Nyquil, please. Here are the questions and my mini-disc recorder. Just press record here. Make notes, I’ll transcribe it all.”

“I know nothing about him,” I murmur, trying and failing to suppress my rising panic.

“The questions will see you through. Go. It’s a long drive. I don’t want you to be late.”

“Okay, I’m going. Get back to bed. I made you some soup to heat up later.” I stare at her fondly. Only for you, Hyo-Rin, would I do this.

“I will. Good luck. And thanks Y/n - as usual, you’re my lifesaver.”

Gathering my satchel, I smile wryly at her, then head out the door to the car. I can not believe I have let Hyo-Rin talk me into this. But then Rin can talk anyone into anything. She’ll make an exceptional journalist. She’s articulate, strong, persuasive, argumentative, beautiful ,and she’s my dearest, dearest friend.

The roads are clear as I set off from Gangnam-Gu,  toward Seoul (i know its like part of seoul but i meant that she goes to main part of seoul ok?) and the 1-5. It’s early, and I don’t have to be in Seoul until two this afternoon. Fortunately, Rin’s lent me her ,sporty Mercedes CLK. I’m not sure Wanda, my old VW Beetle, would make the journey in time. Oh, the Merc is a fun drive, and the miles slip away as I floor the pedal to the metal.

My destination is the headquarters of Mr. Kwon’s global enterprise. It’s a huge twenty story office building, all curved glass and steel, an architect’s utilitarian fantasy,with Kwon House written discreetly in steel over the glass front doors. It’s a quarter to two when I arrive, greatly relieved that I’m not late as I walk into the enormous - and frankly intimidating - glass, steel, and white sandstone lobby.

Behind the solid sandstone desk, a very attractive, groomed, blonde young woman smiles pleasantly at me. She’s wearing the sharpest charcoal suit jacket and white shirt I have ever seen. She looks immaculate.

“I’m here to see Mr.Kwon. y/n y/l/n for Min Hyo-Rin.”

“Excuse me one moment, Miss Y/L/N.” She arches her eyebrow slightly as I stand selfconsciously before her. I am beginning to wish I’d borrowed one of Hyo-Rin’s formal blazers rather than wear my navy blue jacket. I have made an effort and worn my one and only skirt, my sensible brown knee-length boots and a blue sweater. For me, this is smart. I tuck one of the escaped tendrils of my hair behind my ear as I pretend she doesn’t intimidate me.

“Miss Min is expected. Please sign in here, Miss Y/L/N. You’ll want the last elevator on the right, press for the twentieth floor.” She smiles kindly at me, amused no doubt, as I sign in.

She hands me a security pass that has VISITOR very firmly stamped on the front. I can’t help my smirk. Surely it’s obvious that I’m just visiting. I don’t fit in here at all.

Nothing changes, I inwardly sigh. Thanking her, I walk over to the bank of elevators past

the two security men who are both far more smartly dressed than I am in their well-cut black suits.

The elevator whisks me with terminal velocity to the twentieth floor. The doors slide open, and I’m in another large lobby - again all glass, steel, and white sandstone. I’m confronted by another desk of sandstone and another young blonde woman dressed impeccably in black and white who rises to greet me.

“Miss Y/L/N, could you wait here, please” She points to a seated area of white leather chairs.

Behind the leather chairs is a spacious glass-walled meeting room with an equally spacious dark wood table and at least twenty matching chairs around it. Beyond that, there is a floor-to-ceiling window with a view of the Seoul skyline that looks out through the city toward the Sound. It’s a stunning vista, and I’m momentarily paralyzed by the view. Wow.

I sit down, fish the questions from my satchel, and go through them, inwardly cursing Hyo-Rin for not providing me with a brief biography. I know nothing about this man I’m about to interview. He could be ninety or he could be thirty. The uncertainty is galling, and my nerves resurface, making me fidget. I’ve never been comfortable with one-on-one interviews, preferring the anonymity of a group discussion where I can sit inconspicuously at the back of the room. To be honest, I prefer my own company, reading a classic British novel, curled up in a chair in the campus library. Not sitting twitching nervously in a colossal glass and stone edifice.

I roll my eyes at myself. Get a grip, y/n. Judging from the building, which is too clinical and modern, I guess Kwon is in his forties: fit, tanned, and fair-haired to match the rest of the personnel.

Another elegant, flawlessly dressed blonde comes out of a large door to the right. What is it with all the immaculate blondes? It’s like Stepford here. Taking a deep breath, I stand up.

“Miss y/l/n?” the latest blonde asks.

“Yes,” I croak, and clear my throat. “Yes.” There, that sounded more confident.

“Mr. Kwon will see you in a moment. May I take your jacket?”

“Oh please.” I struggle out of the jacket.

“Have you been offered any refreshment?”

“Urn - no.” Oh dear, is Blonde Number One in trouble?

Blonde Number Two frowns and eyes the young woman at the desk.

“Would you like tea, coffee, water?” she asks, turning her attention back to me.

“A glass of water. Thank you,” I murmur.

“Olivia, please fetch Miss y/l/n a glass of water.” Her voice is stern. Olivia scoots up immediately and scurries to a door on the other side of the foyer.

“My apologies, Miss y/l/n, Olivia is our new intern. Please be seated. Mr. Kwon will be another five minutes.”

Olivia returns with a glass of iced water.

“Here you go, Miss y/l/n.”

“Thank you.”

Blonde Number Two marches over to the large desk, her heels clicking and echoing on the sandstone floor. She sits down, and they both continue their work.

Perhaps Mr. Kwon insists on all his employees being blonde. I’m wondering idly if that’s legal, when the office door opens and a tall, elegantly dressed, attractive African- American man with short dreads exits. I have definitely worn the wrong clothes.

He turns and says through the door. “Golf, this week, Kwon.”

I don’t hear the reply. He turns, sees me, and smiles, his dark eyes crinkling at the corners. Olivia has jumped up and called the elevator. She seems to excel at jumping from her seat. She’s more nervous than me!

“Good afternoon ladies,” he says as he departs through the sliding door.

“Mr. Kwon will see you now, Miss y/l/n. Do go through,” Blonde Number Two says.

I stand rather shakily trying to suppress my nerves. Gathering up my satchel, I abandon my glass of water and make my way to the partially open door.

“You don’t need to knock - just go in.” She smiles kindly.

I push open the door and stumble through, tripping over my own feet, and falling head first into the office.

Double crap - me and my two left feet! I am on my hands and knees in the doorway to Mr. Kwon’s office, and gentle hands are around me helping me to stand. I am so embarrassed, damn my clumsiness. I have to steel myself to glance up. Holy cow - he’s so young.

“Miss Min.” He extends a long-fingered hand to me once I’m upright. “I’m Kwon Ji Yong. Are you all right? Would you like to sit?”

So young - and attractive, very attractive. He’s tall, dressed in a fine gray suit, white shirt, and black tie with unruly dark copper colored hair and intense, bright Brown eyes that regard me shrewdly. It takes a moment for me to find my voice.

“Urn. Actually…” I mutter. If this guy is over thirty then I’m a monkey’s uncle. In a daze, I place my hand in his and we shake. As our fingers touch, I feel an odd exhilarating shiver run through me. I withdraw my hand hastily, embarrassed. Must be static. I blink rapidly, my eyelids matching my heart rate.

“Miss Min is indisposed, so she sent me. I hope you don’t mind, Mr. Kwon.”

“And you are?” His voice is warm, possibly amused, but it’s difficult to tell from his impassive expression. He looks mildly interested, but above all, polite.

“y/n y/l/n. I,m studying English Literature with Rin, urn… Hyo-Rin… urn… Miss Min at Gangnam ”

“I see,” he says simply. I think I see the ghost of a smile in his expression, but I’m not sure.

“Would you like to sit?” He waves me toward a white leather buttoned L-shaped couch.

His office is way too big for just one man. In front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, there’s a huge modern dark-wood desk that six people could comfortably eat around. It matches the coffee table by the couch. Everything else is white - ceiling, floors, and walls except, on the wall by the door, where a mosaic of small paintings hang, thirty-six of them arranged in a square. They are exquisite - a series of mundane, forgotten objects painted in such precise detail they look like photographs. Displayed together, they are breathtaking.

“A local artist. Trouton,” says Kwon when he catches my gaze.

“They’re lovely. Raising the ordinary to extraordinary,” I murmur, distracted both by him and the paintings. He cocks his head to one side and regards me intently.

“I couldn’t agree more, Miss y/l/n” he replies, his voice soft and for some inexplicable reason I find myself blushing.

Apart from the paintings, the rest of the office is cold, clean, and clinical. I wonder if it reflects the personality of the Adonis who sinks gracefully into one of the white leather chairs opposite me. I shake my head, disturbed at the direction of my thoughts, and retrieve Hyo-Rin’s questions from my satchel. Next, I set up the mini-disc recorder and am all fingers and thumbs, dropping it twice on the coffee table in front of me. Mr. Kwon says nothing, waiting patiently - I hope - as I become increasingly embarrassed and flustered. When I pluck up the courage to look at him, he’s watching me, one hand relaxed in his lap and the other cupping his chin and trailing his long index finger across his lips. I think he’s trying to suppress a smile.

“Sorry,” I stutter. “I’m not used to this.”

“Take all the time you need, Miss Y/l/n,” he says.

“Do you mind if I record your answers?”

“After you’ve taken so much trouble to set up the recorder - you ask me now?”

I flush. He’s teasing me? I hope. I blink at him, unsure what to say, and I think he takes pity on me because he relents. “No, I don’t mind.”

“Did Hyo-Rin, I mean, Miss Min, explain what the interview was for?”

“Yes. To appear in the graduation issue of the student newspaper as I shall be conferring the degrees at this year’s graduation ceremony.”

Oh! This is news to me, and I’m temporarily pre-occupied by the thought that someone not much older than me - okay, maybe six years or so, and okay, mega successful, but still is going to present me with my degree. I frown, dragging my wayward attention back to the task at hand.

“Good,” I swallow nervously. “I have some questions, Mr. Kwon.” I smooth a stray lock of hair behind my ear.

“I thought you might,” he says, deadpan. He’s laughing at me. My cheeks heat at the realization, and I sit up and square my shoulders in an attempt to look taller and more intimidating. Pressing the start button on the recorder, I try to look professional.

“You’re very young to have amassed such an empire. To what do you owe your success?” I glance up at him. His smile is rueful, but he looks vaguely disappointed.

“Business is all about people, Miss y/l/n, and I’m very good at judging people. I know how they tick, what makes them flourish, what doesn’t, what inspires them, and how to incentivize them. I employ an exceptional team, and I reward them well.” He pauses and fixes me with his Brown stare. “My belief is to achieve success in any scheme one has to make oneself master of that scheme, know it inside and out, know every detail. I work hard, very hard to do that. I make decisions based on logic and facts. I have a natural gut instinct that can spot and nurture a good solid idea and good people. The bottom line is, it’s always down to good people.”

“Maybe you’re just lucky.” This isn’t on Rin’s list - but he’s so arrogant. His eyes flare momentarily in surprise.

“I don’t subscribe to luck or chance, Miss y/l/n. The harder I work the more luck I seem to have. It really is all about having the right people on your team and directing their energies accordingly. I think it was Harvey Firestone who said ,the growth and development of people is the highest calling of leadership.”

“You sound like a control freak.” The words are out of my mouth before I can stop them.

“Oh, I exercise control in all things, Miss y/l/n,” he says without a trace of humor in his smile. I look at him, and he holds my gaze steadily, impassive. My heartbeat quickens, and my face flushes again.

Why does he have such an unnerving effect on me? His overwhelming good-looks maybe? The way his eyes blaze at me? The way he strokes his index finger against his lower lip? I wish he’d stop doing that.

“Besides, immense power is acquired by assuring yourself in your secret reveries that you were born to control things,” he continues, his voice soft.

“Do you feel that you have immense power?” Control Freak.

“I employ over forty thousand people, Miss y/l/n. That gives me a certain sense of responsibility power, if you will. If I were to decide I was no longer interested in the telecommunications business and sell up, twenty thousand people would struggle to make their mortgage payments after a month or so.”

My mouth drops open. I am staggered by his lack of humility.

“Don’t you have a board to answer to?” I ask, disgusted.

“I own my company. I don’t have to answer to a board.” He raises an eyebrow at me.

I flush. Of course, I would know this if I had done some research. But holy crap, he’s so arrogant. I change tack.

“And do you have any interests outside your work?”

“I have varied interests, Miss y/l/n.” A ghost of a smile touches his lips. “Very varied.” And for some reason, I’m confounded and heated by his steady gaze. His eyes are alight with some wicked thought.

“But if you work so hard, what do you do to chill out?”

“Chill out?” He smiles, revealing perfect white teeth. I stop breathing. He really is beautiful. No one should be this good-looking.

“Well, to ‘chill out’ as you put it - I sail, I fly, I indulge in various physical pursuits.”

He shifts in his chair. “I’m a very wealthy man, Miss y/l/n, and I have expensive and absorbing hobbies.”

I glance quickly at Rin’s questions, wanting to get off this subject.

“You invest in manufacturing. Why, specifically?” I ask. Why does he make me so uncomfortable?

“I like to build things. I like to know how things work: what makes things tick, how to construct and deconstruct. And I have a love of ships. What can I say?”

“That sounds like your heart talking rather than logic and facts.”

His mouth quirks up, and he stares appraisingly at me.

“Possibly. Though there are people who’d say I don’t have a heart.”

“Why would they say that?”

“Because they know me well.” His lip curls in a wry smile.

“Would your friends say you’re easy to get to know?” And I regret the question as soon as I say it. It’s not on Hyo-Rin’s list.

“I’m a very private person, Miss Y/L/N. I go a long way to protect my privacy. I don’t often give interviews, he trails off.

“Why did you agree to do this one?”

“Because I’m a benefactor of the University, and for all intents and purposes, I couldn’t get Miss Min off my back. She badgered and badgered my PR people, and I admire That kind of tenacity.”

I know how tenacious Hyo-Rin can be. That’s why I’m sitting here squirming uncomfortably under his penetrating gaze, when I should be studying for my exams.

“You also invest in farming technologies. Why are you interested in this area?”

“We can’t eat money, Miss y/l/n, and there are too many people on this planet who don’t have enough to eat.”

“That sounds very philanthropic. Is it something you feel passionately about? Feeding the world’s poor?”

He shrugs, very non-committal.

“It’s shrewd business,” he murmurs, though I think he’s being disingenuous. It doesn’t make sense - feeding the world’s poor? I can’t see the financial benefits of this, only the virtue of the ideal. I glance at the next question, confused by his attitude.

“Do you have a philosophy? If so, what is it?”

“I don’t have a philosophy as such. Maybe a guiding principle - Carnegie’s man who acquires the ability to take full possession of his own mind may take possession of anything else to which he is justly entitled. I’m very singular, driven. I like control - of myself and those around me.”

“So you want to possess things?” You are a control freak.

“I want to deserve to possess them, but yes, bottom line, I do.”

“You sound like the ultimate consumer.”

“I am.” He smiles, but the smile doesn’t touch his eyes. Again this is at odds with someone who wants to feed the world, so I can’t help thinking that we’re talking about something else, but I’m absolutely mystified as to what it is. I swallow hard. The temperature in the room is rising or maybe it’s just me. I just want this interview to be over. Surely Rin has enough material now? I glance at the next question.

“You were adopted. How far do you think that’s shaped the way you are?” Oh, this is personal. I stare at him, hoping he’s not offended. His brow furrows.

“I have no way of knowing.”

My interest is piqued.

“How old were you when you were adopted?”

“That’s a matter of public record, Miss y/l/n."His tone is stern. I flush, again. Crap. Yes of course - if I’d known I was doing this interview, I would have done some research.

I move on quickly.

"You’ve had to sacrifice a family life for your work.”

“That’s not a question.” He’s terse.

“Sorry.” I squirm, and he’s made me feel like an errant child. I try again. “Have you had to sacrifice a family life for your work?”

“I have a family. I have a brother and a sister and two loving parents. I’m not interested in extending my family beyond that.”

“Are you gay, Mr.Kwon?”

He inhales sharply, and I cringe, mortified. Crap. Why didn’t I employ some kind of filter before I read this straight out? How can I tell him I’m just reading the questions? Damn Rin and her curiosity!

“No y/n, I’m not.” He raises his eyebrows, a cool gleam in his eyes. He does not look pleased.

“I apologize. It’s urn… written here.” It’s the first time he’s said my name. My heartbeat has accelerated, and my cheeks are heating up again. Nervously, I tuck my loosened hair behind my ear.

He cocks his head to one side.

“These aren’t your own questions?”

The blood drains from my head. Oh no.

“Err… no. Rin - Miss Min - she compiled the questions.”

“Are you colleagues on the student paper?” Oh crap. I have nothing to do with the student paper. It’s her extra-curricular activity, not mine. My face is aflame.

“No. She’s my roommate.”

He rubs his chin in quiet deliberation, his brown eyes appraising me.

“Did you volunteer to do this interview?” he asks, his voice deadly quiet.

Hang on, who’s supposed to be interviewing whom? His eyes burn into me, and I’m compelled to answer with the truth.

“I was drafted. She’s not well.” My voice is weak and apologetic.

“That explains a great deal.”

There’s a knock at the door, and Blonde Number Two enters.

“Mr. Kwon, forgive me for interrupting, but your next meeting is in two minutes.”

“We’re not finished here, Andrea. Please cancel my next meeting.”

Andrea hesitates, gaping at him. She’s appears lost. He turns his head slowly to face her and raises his eyebrows. She flushes bright pink. Oh good. It’s not just me.

“Very well, Mr. Kwon,” she mutters, then exits. He frowns, and turns his attention back to me.

“Where were we, Miss y/l/n?”

Oh, we’re back to ’Miss Y/L/N, now.

“Please don’t let me keep you from anything.”

“I want to know about you. I think that’s only fair.” His browneyes are alight with curiosity. Double crap. Wher’s he going with this? He places his elbows on the arms of the chair and steeples his fingers in front of his mouth. His mouth is very… distracting. I swallow.

“There’s not much to know,"I say, flushing again.

"What are your plans after you graduate?” I shrug, thrown by his interest. Come to Seoul with Rin find a place, find a job. I haven’t really thought beyond my finals.

“I haven’t made any plans, Mr. Kwon. I just need to get through my final exams."Which I should be studying for now rather than sitting in your palatial, swanky, sterile office, feeling uncomfortable under your penetrating gaze.

"We run an excellent internship program here,” he says quietly. I raise my eyebrows in surprise. Is he offering me a job?

“Oh. I’ll bear that in mind,” I murmur, completely confounded. “Though I’m not sure I’d fit in here.” Oh no. I’m musing out loud again.

“Why do you say that?” He cocks his head to one side, intrigued, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.

“It’s obvious, isn’t it?” I’m uncoordinated, scruffy, and I’m not blonde.

“Not to me,” he murmurs. His gaze is intense, all humor gone, and strange muscles deep in my belly clench suddenly. I tear my eyes away from his scrutiny and stare blindly down at my knotted fingers. What’s going on? I have to go now. I lean forward to retrieve the recorder.

“Would you like me to show you around?” he asks.

“I’m sure you’re far too busy, Mr. Kwon, and I do have a long drive.”

“You’re driving back to Gangnam?” He sounds surprised, anxious even. He glances out of the window. It’s begun to rain"Well, you’d better drive carefully.“ His tone is stern, authoritative. Why should he care? "Did you get everything you need?” he adds.

“Yes sir,” I reply, packing the recorder into my satchel. His eyes narrow, speculatively.

“Thank you for the interview, Mr. Kwon.”

“The pleasure’s been all mine,” he says, polite as ever.

As I rise, he stands and holds out his hand.

“Until we meet again, Miss y/l/n.” And it sounds like a challenge, or a threat, I’m not sure which. I frown. When will we ever meet again? I shake his hand once more, astounded that that odd current between us is still there. It must be my nerves.

“Mr. Kwon.” I nod at him. Moving with lithe athletic grace to the door, he opens it wide.

“Just ensuring you make it through the door, Miss y/l/n.” He gives me a small smile. Obviously, he’s referring to my earlier less-than-elegant entry into his office. I flush.

“That’s very considerate, Mr. Kwon,” I snap, and his smile widens. I’m glad you find me entertaining, I glower inwardly, walking into the foyer. I’m surprised when he follows me out. Andrea and Olivia both look up, equally surprised.

“Did you have a coat?” Kwon asks.

“Yes.” Olivia leaps up and retrieves my jacket, which Kwon takes from her before she can hand it to me. He holds it up and, feeling ridiculously self-conscious, I shrug it on.

Kwon places his hands for a moment on my shoulders. I gasp at the contact. If he notices my reaction, he gives nothing away. His long index finger presses the button summoning the elevator, and we stand waiting - awkwardly on my part, coolly self-possessed on his. The doors open, and I hurry in desperate to escape. I really need to get out of here. When I turn to look at him, he’s leaning against the doorway beside the elevator with one hand on the wall. He really is very, very good-looking. It’s distracting. His burning brown eyes gaze at me.

“Y/N,” he says as a farewell.

“Ji Yong,” I reply. And mercifully, the doors close.

ME....