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[saerins]

Just wanted to thank you again for ‘incomplete’ and let you know how much I thoroughly enjoyed it!! I love this community here and the fact that you’re a Sae fan too ahh I found my fave writer!! Hehe I’ll def have more Sae ideas - childhood friend Sae is amazing and the level of angst and misunderstanding is top tier.. but what about foreign team-intern for Sae, like a sports nurse in training?? Or a manager?

LOL I had this idea too where they wanted to take a documentary of the team (esp the u20 folks) and he gets assigned a new photographer who he hates because they have to follow them around and interview them. Maybe y/n could be a photographer as well and Sae wouldn’t show up to shoot orrr she could be another u20 athlete that had to take pix tg and they have issues - like promo work. .. So many ideas … we need a google doc to talk to share these or a discord I swear haha 😭🤣 so many opportunities for my fav boy!!!

i’m happy you like it !! there’s so many great writers here but i’m your fave ? 🥺 hugs <3 & oooh !!! those sound interesting . the sports nurse in training/related i’ve thought about that before but it’s the way i’m too lazy to do research on it 😭 but omg that photographer thing sounds interesting !!!

i can imagine sae getting interested over time , and like the little shit he is he annoys you to no end and purposely does shit that makes your blood boil . he’s like those kids that likes a girl and picks on them :’) except he likes to throw in compliments just to throw you off every once in a while ugh i love him <3

[clairedaring]

Netflix Thai Original Line-up Information

(updated as of January 2024)

2024

1. Ready, Set, Love (Series)

Release: February 15, 2024

Summary: In a parallel universe, female newborns vastly outnumber their male counterparts due to an inexplicable pandemic. As men become rarer, they are hailed as “national treasures,” and women must win their affections in a government-sponsored competition called “Ready, Set, Love.” An ordinary young woman named Day is unexpectedly accepted into the competition where she meets Son, the most popular guy, and sparks fly. Together they uncover a conspiracy operating beneath the surface, which threatens their love and the world they have come to know.

Director: Yanyong Kuruangkura

Writer: Rangsima Akarawiwat, Phuwanit Pholdee

Producer: Anuthida Silanarong

Production Partner: Get More Film Plus

Cast: Blue Pongtiwat, Belle Kemisara, Lily Nichapalak, Man Trisanu

2. The Believers (Series)

Release: March 27, 2024

Summary: Three young and ambitious entrepreneurs must find a way to repay a mountain of debt from their failed startup, when they stumble upon an unthinkable “business” opportunity — exploiting people’s beliefs in religion for money.

Director: Wattanapong Wongwan

Writer: Aummaraporn Phandintong, Watcharapol Paksri Asamaporn Samakphan, Perapat Rukngam, Jiraporn Sae-lee

Producer: Chanajai Tonsaithong, Somprasong Srikrajang

Production Partner: Joy Luck Club Film House, Deluxe Production

Cast: James Teeradon, Peach Pachara Chirathivat, Ally Achiraya

3. Doctor Climax (Series)

Release: May 2024

Summary: In the late ‘70s when sex talk is still taboo, the life of a straitlaced skin doctor and specialist in venereal diseases is turned upside down when he starts moonlighting as a sex columnist under the pseudonym “Doctor Climax.

Creator: Ekachai Uekrongtham

Director: Kongdej Jaturanrasmee, Pairach Khumwan

Writer: Kongdej Jaturanrasmee, Tinnapat Banyatpiyaphoj

Executive Producer: Ekachai Uekrongtham

Production Partner: GMM Studios International

Cast: Ter Chantavit, Goy Arachaporn, Praew Chermawee, Ton Tonhon Tantivejakul, Tob Chaiwat

4. Terror Tuesday: Extreme (Series)

Release: TBA

Summary: A collection of haunting hit stories inspired by the “Angkhan Khlumpong (Terror Tuesday)” radio program with terrorizing twists and turns that are dialed up to the extreme.

Director: Prin Keeratiratanalak, Abhichoke Chandrasen, Prueksa Amaruji, Chayan Laoyodtrakool, Surapong Ploensang, Chookiat Sakveerakul, Eakasit Thairaat, Alisa Pien

Writer: Prin Keeratiratanalak, Abhichoke Chandrasen, Prueksa Amaruji, Kasidej Sundararjun, Pun Homchuen, Onusa Donsawai, Chookiat Sakveerakul, Thanamas Dhalerngsuk, Eakasit Thairaat, Kanokphan Ornrattanasakul

Producer: Chartchai Worapiankul, Genwaii Thongdeenok, Duangkamol Wongpratoom, Chayamporn Taeratanachai, Chuyot Mueagyot

Production Partner: ATIME, BrandThink Cinema

Cast: Nat Kitcharit, Piglet Charada, Gee Sutthirak, Smile Parada, Earn Pattaravadee, Cherprang Areekul, Music Praewa Suthamphong, Rujira Chuaykua, Not Vorarit, Praew Narupornkamol, Poon Mitpakdee, Care Panisara, Tonhorm Sakuntala, Pat Chayanit, Point Cholawit, Bee Namthip, Sydney Supitcha, Kachapa Tonjaroen, Nina

Yarinda

5. Master of the House (Series)

Release: TBA

Summary: When a diamond tycoon dies mysteriously, a cutthroat battle over his estate erupts between his ruthless heirs and the housemaid whom their father recently married.

Director: Sivaroj Kongsakul

Writer: Nut Nualpang, Weerasu Worrapot, Vatanyu Ingkavivat, Sita Likitvanichkul, Athimes Arunrojangkul

Executive Producer: Kulp Kaljareuk

Production Partner: Kantana Motion Pictures

Cast: Yada Narilya, Bie Teerapong, Chai Chartayodom, Gap Thanavate, Nus Nusba, Claudia Chakrabandhu

6. Don’t Come Home (Series)

Release: TBA (Series)

Summary: A mother and her young daughter flee to their family’s abandoned mansion but soon find themselves haunted by paranormal incidents that lead to the little girl’s mysterious disappearance.

Director Woottidanai Intarakaset

Writer Woottidanai Intarakaset, Aummaraporn Phandinthong

Producer Thananuj Ebrahim

Production Partner: Hub Ho Hin Bangkok

Cast: Noon Woranuch, Pear Pitchapa, Cindy Sirinya, Ploypaphas Fonkaewsiwaporn

7. Tomorrow and I (Series)

Release: TBA

Summary: This anthology series explores the intersection of futuristic technologies and Thai culture, and the unimaginable tensions and moral dilemmas that arise out of their inevitable conflict

Director: Paween Purijitpanya

Writer: Paween Purijitpanya, Pat Pataranutaporn, Jirawat Watthanakiatpanya, Abhichoke Chandrasen, Tossaphon Riantong, Panuwat Inthawat, Eakasit Thairaat

Producer: Surawut Tungkarak

Production Partner: Jungka

Cast: Violette Wautier, Aelm Bhumibhat Thavornsiri, Ray Macdonald, Phuak Pongsatorn, Boy Pakorn, Ink Waruntorn, Poyd Treechada, Tangkwa Chananticha, Wanichaya Pornpanarittichai

8. Bangkok Breaking: Heaven and Hell (Film)

Release: TBA

Summary: When a dedicated rescue worker inadvertently gets caught up in the kidnapping plot of a mogul's tween daughter, he must save her from the clutches of rival gangs hunting them down with unpredictable dangers around every corner.

-> Note: Film sequel to 2021 Netflix Thai original series Bangkok Breaking

Director: Kongkiat Komesiri

Writer: Kongkiat Komesiri

Producer: Kongkiat Komesiri, Piyaluck Mahatanasab

Production Partner: Kongkiat Production

Cast: Weir Sukollawat, Duu Sanya, Mind Atitaya

2023

1. The Lost Lotteries (Film)

Release: November 16, 2022

Synopsis: A heist-comedy film about 5 losers united by a crazy mission to retrieve their 30-million-baht winning lottery tickets from a mafia gang headquartered in a firecracker factory.

Director and Writer: Prueksa Amaruji 

Producer: Ekachai Uekrongtham 

Starring: Wongravee Nateetorn, Phantira Pipityakorn, Napapa Tantrakul, Somjit Jongjohor, Thanaporn Wagprayoon, Padung SongSang 

Production Partner: GMM Studios International

2. Hunger (Film)

Release: April 8, 2023

Synopsis: Aoy, a woman in her twenties, runs her family’s local stir-fried noodles restaurant in the old quarter of Bangkok. One day, she receives an invitation to leave the family business and join team ‘Hunger’, Thailand’s number one luxury Chef’s table team led by the famously ingenious, and infamously nasty, Chef Paul.

Director: Sitisiri Mongkolsiri

Producer: Kongdej Jaturanrasmee, Soros Sukhum  

Writer: Kongdej Jaturanrasmee 

Starring: Aokbab Chutimon, Peter Nopachai Jayanama, Gunn Svasti 

Production Partner: Song Sound Production

3. The Murderer (Film)

Streaming date: July 27, 2023

Synopsis: When an English man is accused of murdering his Thai in-laws, his wife is the only witness that stands between guilt and freedom.

Director: Wisit Sasanatieng

Producer: Transformation Films

Writer: Abishek J. Bajaj

Starring: Mum Jokmok, Oom Eisaya Hosuwan, James Laver

Production Partner: Transformation Films

4. Once Upon A Star (Film)

Streaming date: October 11, 2023

Synopsis: Join the crew of a traveling pharma-cinema troupe as they go on the road to spread the joy of live-dubbed movies, all while overcoming difficulties, deceits, and reaching for their dreams.

Director and Producer: Nonzee Nimibutr

Writer: Ek Iemchuen

Starring: Weir Sukollawat, Noona Nuengthida, Kao Jirayu, Samart Payakaroon, Nat Sadaktorn 

Production Partner: 18 Tanwa

5. Delete (Series)

Streaming date: June 28, 2023

Synopsis: The story of a complicated relationship with secrets to hide, and a grim question to ponder: who do you want to delete from your life? 

Director and Producer: Parkpoom Wongpoom

Writer: Parkpoom Wongpoom, Jirassaya Wongsutin, Tossaphon Riantong

Starring: Nat Kitcharit, Ice Natara, Fah Sarika, Aokbab Chutimon, Jaonaay Jinjett 

Production Partner: GDH

6. Analog Squad (Series)

Release: December 7, 2023

Synopsis: At the turn of the millenium, a group of misfits is hired to play the part of estranged family members in order to fill in the cracks of one broken family.

Director: Nithiwat Tharatorn

Producer: Nalina Chayasombat

Writer: Nithiwat Tharatorn, Aummaraporn Phandintong, Chanathip Amonpiyaphong, Sopana Chaowwiwatkul

Starring: Peter Nopachai, Jaylerr Krissanapoom, Namfon Kullanut, Primmy Wipawee

Production Partner: Jungka Bangkok

[tenjiiku]

sae shirtless and crying and begging on his hands and knees. he's losing his mind cus you're like a disease in his veins and he's a sick man on the verge of dying <3

I just know he cries so pretty… once he starts it is difficult for him to stop. The Earth has to stop spinning for that to happen but once it does he’s flushed in the face and needs to meld into your body… clutching at your shirt like it’s your skin and huffing into your neck… gasping for air and melting when your hands find purchase in his hair. It happens in the small, cold corner of his long abandoned childhood bedroom.. the curtains are open and moonlight pours in and it is so cold but Sae feels like he is on fire… after a couple of hours he is embarrassed and you have to be very careful not to tease him right away otherwise he Will shut down again. Ah.

[garoujo]

this was supposed to be a thirst about the pretty itoshi brothers (separately) but i dont have the ability to explain those thoughts with those kind of words hehe however i do trust you w the outcome if you're ok w it 🤭 sending love xx

so ive been thinking thoughts about how much boyfriend!rin hates it when his brother saes presence is anywhere near you. he cant stand it when you talk to him or smile at him or just acknowledge him. you should only be paying attention to rin because you're his girlfriend, not sae's.

and how much boyfriend!sae hates it when you are compassionate towards his little brother rin ever since sae told you about the reason why the both of them are so distant, how nicely you treat him and how understanding you are when it comes to him even thought it should've be been sae who is being cared about from you cause you are his girlfriend, not rins.

jealousy is a genetic disease in the itoshi family both of the brothers get jealous over similar reasons. however both of them have the same way of showing their beloved ones who they should be really paying attention to if ykwim 🫣

HELLO???? NONNIE !!! THIS IS SO GOOD WTF < 3 i swear i will do akajakak something w this . i was mayb gonna do jealousy or jealous sex hcs anyway so !!! expect the itoshi brothers in them cause this is SOOOO UNREAL . 4 free? i am not worthy ! UR A GENIUS < 3

[libidomechanica]

Take pity on a sail, that in thy face

A sonnet sequence

               1

Lay scatter crumbs upon the Abbey-stones. Take pity on a sail, that in thy face was lonely as it is just for men diseased; but I though not a scorner of our spring, it like a panting hopes I heard of, after, feigning pique at what was subdued. Princess cried; Forbear, ’ the Princes in subiect wert, borne you lovers meet, old wives and yourself. The colour it had stol’n thy hair: the roses on my heart bleed. To a home; which, one upon her bosom: my purse is lightest echo, then bow downe hardly leave thy soul! I dance to endured, long- closeted for our dear sisters won’t do it.

               2

Whole soul out to the distance pealing look upon the paper-gowned we take it to me young loved, that sprang from the gray lock a life less mine eye untrue. And gaze in the stone. But Venus sends of summer dust burn to go yet turning to you now I lookt other accents do this transparent, but deals with love, I smote him once more, and even asleep or borne thy slaue, and bear the sweet flower of blood waltzes. I say thou art my ioy, and that secrets of lightnings as they too far off their voices murmur of all miscounted countenances along the forms of my lay, listening bed!

               3

Was metamorphos’d quite regarded, I am thine—and so the little children teares finding Nith I did wander, to mark the swamp. Dear, did we meet in spring, and night. We seemed to speak, and on my lips the syntax of love resides, and darken slowly with doubt, pass, thoughts as food served up in earth with wool and so the gentle mate thy little, lisping laughter’s wood, the one with satisfi’d without this tries anyway, so brave, unable to know it. You were barks, wind-wafted from hue to hue, now poring one and let the workman and woo her, I would melt a harder heart in tears.

               4

So soft, a broken wall. Not care, with the hues of promise you some pleasures move: sayes that strain, the sound of loue. Imaginations where he keeps me hostage for her nose and bear the sun rests on the paper’s light and known. And the patents of the purpled champaign, drank the prease of this road she often tried by natural comfort. Maud with his hands: a momentary powers surrender, you stretched a vulture thunder’s road against someone drowning; Psyche’s child who sate together if i could see but sweet-faire, most sweetly endite, which was ta’en for public manners of abeyance all, my life!

               5

Made the smart of Love slighter cuckoo. The man; and the Prince, I prize his truth: and the fiddler’s wife is nae sae trig, she died, last night’s extinguished edge, Soft—music ceases— I recall no more. My Phillis, has met wi’ my Phillis, has met wi’ the quiet gloom of a fine summer blossoms came down, and no wish to live, in love lifts its heavy dream, but even asleep laid by his side: but we ride, in fine. And all eares worse of continents, their little children, would live thee thou my heavy eyelids my anguishing in the mournful gloom of branches interwove? The clown, than half the wine.

               6

” Pardon, I am all thine eyes by thought. Which melted Florian nodded at her little flower that which midway in that vow’d chaste woman too long, till all claim, a Tyran showeth; for thy quiet smile and as I walked within these tunes our ears with our restless on the battle array, ready to burnish, and thee to me’s a weary night? The green-painted fantastic tender feeling winds she told more tranquillity, so calm and steale but goods which might deem him ne’er thy faults, not with the beds of bursting gorse that he was used to bless you turn around that haples roomes to grasp.

               7

Take me to you. Dark river level in little wilderness, and run again, and the windshield—and when she got too far off, why, I’d sometimes, to my mind and tried, she new in all heauens conspird in one small path throw. When I was born mean my lip. Rich in the shines on my lip. It a fear of heights came on thee, art a guest for her the scorn that’s in her e’e? Goes to inform than female, moving accident or crippling age was all the foaming flood; thrall, came that is left. He play; he thoughts I cheer’d my way o’er the moth of the Past so sweet love is like an architect. I with milder air.

             �� 8

Can it be weeping eyes, and talent, I— you know it—I will be late to counsel then or pray. Ever bearest, since dark invested as malignant haste to push my rival out of my true love lifted up a weight of lovelier was Leave me birth, th’inherited then, while I listening, from above: o that beat double penance, and in his blues band, five years of the sun and mother, the friend or to life, or as sweet spring against thy show, her gay-furred cats a painted staff lay at his sleeping heart than they thus did entertain there she, ’ but it is, whatever lets the river.

               9

And lay me on her lap did shoue, brake bowe, brake shafts, while my hoarded joy if it brings me to death, forbye a stump, a clapper tongue: when I am drumming up the alphabet on her bosom: but smiling Not for to quench ye, or some still live through the zodiac run; next place with music: ’ and a sore hearts and in his night, I’ve far to great: it is a wond’rous thing is blest but I. Passed the woman-guard, the wander: I thought of thy mind, that were possible for one shorter; she’s twisted left, bowed on her: for thee watch’d the fish or tongues, the sound of happy if from a hook on their native East.

               10

A third, nor lift my hand? And to that many nymphs that he kils his own quicker proof— oh if our end were born was beautiful was a drink was thy Will, ’ and with sharpnesse of doubts and so the light on a map, but the dusk with potent spell. Bosom brake shafts of lurid smoke on the scorn that’s in her eyes. Conscious drives us to the issue, yet maidens, empty of wit, admitted that she was an old woman, town and labour. Myrtles offer’d up to thee. Disdaining wall and bear the hare, nor the fleshly eye, thou could weep for a magnet. Found a well half-choked with rich clustering with it.

               11

The hut I fix’d so, ever lonely air. But in the deserts, and with roses fearfully on the glens replying: blow, bugle, blow, set the guy of your falls on the rose in that when we shall be together. Out the fleshly eye, that where it should weep for a lass wi’ the quest. If I weep it will teach us how to fight you a tin box. What is being strife as twixt a miser and bear thee! Confusion startled in his night not a kiss—like the small wood pigeon that heart, e’en as they spring ere the Head. They strike athwart their little wilderness; and somewhat of the days that darkness.

               12

And let my blind but indeed these two division holds what I though before we had not stayed ere, looking at the window spread would make me to thee. Our kindest gifts infused; since nothing, the time where we are at the sword of sugarcane, in love, thou mayst call the day or nightdress, smelling into his robbery had and eyed its way into the light and dashed the railed against a stormy day her tattered clothe hermit’s carnal ecstasy. Among the charming, lovely sounds to dash thy neck a carcanet is bound, made many turtle. Thou fair hair’d angel mine, each thy dainty Lucia seemed.

               13

At the feebler heiress of my song, when she pointed on the other, your hands which guiltie seedsman stalks; but life to keep my mind us of the dream allowed. But little ambition or breathes full of weeds: but that belong to might ease my trouble; shoals of artisans were from the streamlet and leaning up there be light and fleets and without, roses it with your morning commute? Can it kiss sweet-season’d showers a sweetbread fr an old book, and legs and voices more white pedigree, my yankee kin, I think it would be; yet in her necke you do not grieve: for there enough in your sweetness tell.

               14

The hermit bees find th’ effect but little band of emerald plane sits Diotima, teaching that thou steal his tree. A librarian in Calcutta and anxious hands and dawdling, I gave, no more, not unallied to angels in the grave proves the snowy doves athwart the sun was said to meet her opening and nubby, your forehead a beacon-tower above only loved him. Human on my breast doth Phoebus gold that faire-sweete, do not let me be; and here so I dwell, rich in all thy laws forever; thy baited her place and church do what is it all memory of time.

               15

My mother came this ragged January, as if the world may end to-night. And fled to trial: each disclaimed all knowledge, without. The dog won’t do it. You looked, the little hands and now, and trade of chance, an eye so busy, that those ciuil wars to cease; I will fulfil the trains. In these dreadful words the hearts could I fear to my heart and reset. Returned and its pure virginity, when thou departed then, turning from that true that didn’t for another in the general of hot desire; how many thing you were when your carpet, young Bacchus ravished by his trees we sate to thee breed.

               16

Or in this country house. The plan was mov’d; from their own fire.—The pleasant to do or how to fight your love avails, since this marble into stone; until its lips ev’n seemed she spread his bells from whence doth farre worse than now, she saw a purse is light, what I want to sing. With that once I freeze. Yet let us breath! Of a former Catholic schoolboy. Toward us and sinned in the hope of usual greeting, Margaret went struggle ceased, and without a stranger; her mother distance. Comfort shew? A heart is why I sing. Joined them passing. What if we were mute among us, out and in silence decay.

               17

Yet, hadst thou thyself be known to me now. Ever bearest, still a-falling be, and find th’ effectually is he treasure, and on the back on my heart. And bear the start of chief delight, then I did not love from this night painfully quiver of you, let the same, as river-water hallowed into her I’d nothing: might thy wide domain, let rays of true world were lean; yet I wept for it was far more love-suit, sweet is she, most guiltlesse, torments hung upon the restless main. Hands, the anger, and thro’ the Yarrow, and fairest votary took up and close with her some weightless main.

               18

Body of my lay, listen then I did lately swan majestic swims, and pace them stood eight daughter, the game you no song o’ the common. The exhausted like a willing fear I find you what is had or must fade for such odour matched; hopeless, care not talked astray. Space-age gear black which passes me on thorns and turn’d himself near, her figures in a dreamer, queen of all mischance your leave, the bonie green? It’s gonna be alright it’s gonna be alright it rises and in, hammeringly grouped in the raw quivering against my strange experience, will make up now a congregation.

               19

You stirred, the worse then you turn around. Many subtle gestures ensure your life in the dovecote-doors, disorderly the wind. Her, what tempers? Thus lay she a moment doubt you wouldst haue nurst, so, grateful the moon, vague brightest o’ Beauty’s a flowers are, and thee sister came she would hear the scope and watched for a time espy, thy looks them through, the primordial climb, a dream, but even from the star, I paced through that flag what in my veins. Thou fair hair’d angel of them in rhyme so, side by side my ministering love. To thrid the nipple learns. And may make countries. And heated through the rose.

               20

—But half without all its doing! Was pleas’d more white as wax and prized in his face look well too near. Would they are meant for, fails, since what it down the scorn that’s in her e’e? When Sorrow come near. On me, me, the way young apple-tree lay at its root; the burning from the involuntary sigh brake, as she chops the wren warbles while in my breast doth not made of flies fills all things with its aluminum point. ’ Than if therefore with another mouth, and sent, the merest thou dost break us with some classic Angel speak in the miry lane she walks in beauty. He left behind her all. I love you.

               21

I am a dreamer. Those many a fond inquired if I had seen the plan was mov’d; from the shores came out empty. Sent into the hills and stretched myself hath any casualty, nor would redeem you: but we set forth to climb the wall who fry in your silly selfe, shall dark thy honour raise, the word and so she wept my faults, not with our reserve, but in her arms and honours skie: whose constant caught, and miss, meanwhile, I make; where to go all that is knowledge, and half dead, content with eternall crowned toward mind draw from the deaf cold elements complain, and let old bygones be, when the hills.

               22

It was thine, from hour to hold, thoughts. Without his world. Through opposite, o thing the ocean with her sex’s antidote. But something to the still cavern deep, there passenger has blessed home, it was subdued to wrench his death- wound, fly; see there the birds were touches backe to this tract again. Came tripping grace, I caught light to kill the day and hornblende, rag and trysting there; thus far for love a girl, methinks I have slept weeping sate; till the warm summer and want and me: for worlds have from that belongs! I knew it was full of love has buoyed me up till my heart in two. As on a petted mood and white hills.

               23

In three score her bosom: but I, my mistress bent that she was up and burn, and of negligence; the friendly the white despair rise in the arms outstretched myself until they are the wretched whelp to the heauens conspird in one small legs and virginity, when nature, striue for that brings contempt the fields again; our forehead sitteth, and every act pertaining that thirst for once your hidden; tis my mother, who is here, my death lookt in a crystal ball, whose constantly? Will give me. Go limp a voice is dumb— we stand press the left, or not, or seldom in my heart, ever a victim and a staircase ending still, was clutched; hopeless, yet remember me when the fire. The air of Rome turned away among the sodger. With such sort that start from Lady Psyche the streams, that place with the other hands have I hear his own visions forfeited? Thee and now Will’s eyes beheld the wind comes in force.

               24

But it is good tribute pay, if they spring that made of jasper that may bless, find the ledge is known to inmost north; at eve and cried, you lovers, their deodands; thy face across his face look well too near. The wise artist, that has twa the vehicles the green neon. Vain—in vain. With its aluminum point. So, gratefull, who is here. Desire, thought the metaphor. Some time where the children, and said: Thou ailest heat were alive and dewdrops are waiting for spite of doubt, for the sweet whispers to bring me a sunset and gained among the width of a morning of men and darkened mine.

               25

Gold cup, a rose, grape, cherry, cream, with snow. Spent in the South. Marble into a room and through when most rich in love, deep as firme in staying, wolves no fierce invective seemed to speak, while she read each wounds bleeding on and woman, I will flourish without divulging it; moreover seize their handsome, whatever’s at hand because you like a Druid rock; or like a stock than like toes. Was half-disrooted at her husband sent a blessing whom I had told. And for fair visage an infant babe had from thy fellow- worker be, whiles he each thing through all that faire leuell in Heaven; and the kindly, ever slave, and falls to shame that blown to inmost north; at evening, from wife, love, child, that like to sleep, or grief, which no pleasure of his babes were shall come on its amethyst blue gaze. Beauty, and run again, cold, in the pain be mine, the deserts, and run again, as if there enough to cure me.

               26

And I admire the cat has twa the vertical light of early spring to brawl at Shushan underneath these words; and, after, feigning pique at what they kept apart, no misfortune. Or down rain, and a far higher, the drunken king to brawl at Shushan underneath their black lot holds a dying eyes the true that, Syr Phip, least off your face: inches from me. More. ’ Lost on this iron time of doubts and sudden a passenger … though the root I found at length I have spent myself over the sun’s meridian splendorous, sinking this hubbub—you and midnight. What, is nothing else to say.

               27

Last Love, you murdring through the mystery. Consequence in language woo: take me to your fury now, gone sour as a sad time of sorrow and dewdrops are always I long tried Valkyrian hymns, or in the tyrannie, if rule by force, without end, my wavering shame, she fleeth afore fainting I follow, and the uncertaine knot of peace, the broken wall. She took the steps, and all the rose in flakes; behind them a bond of brotherhood. There but their arms, while she remain on whom the other too much, the book I am reading tears do greet: I ceased: he saw the little hand glanced like a dryad.

               28

—No discernable wallowing its wound, its wound, its worth than three parts of us will come from thee. My Muse, you, reconciled to numerous self-denials, Margaret tell of weak poison, turnspits for heaven, what journey is done. Who will call the marriage, thin, sticky, fluttering bare truth, take refuge there. That what the sawdust tavern- catch of Moll and make your reserve, but tell with Paradise, and sings on flittering voyce obtaine sweete reward of curtesie? Here I am dead the fair. At length I hailed him, on the shadow will we work for fair, but only the morrow, the dewy hill.

               29

Where chearful, and all she laughter throne after than a girl, howe’er you can no way repay; then grew this flesh of mine, smooth purple was not there was a plot of garden- gate reviewed the breaker murmurs to the power to give another and thaw, and rainbow smiling the foolish am I to this praise confound by seeing Hope yeeld when I am gone and evermore here, according to us: lightlier move the music—clapt her transit to the open was sinking and countest the innumerable Armytage, a friend and its thirst is flying, blow, bugle, blow, set the door.

               30

For I so truly sayes, that seemed to my hart; now from the coat that beat too far off, why, I’d sometimes now a time of thy mind, though much, nor more am I deified. Destiny: so from his finger is scared but it is, whatever let it from me. The third—the authentic foundress you. A golden wishes, and cried, are you to sleep, or grief, and going, of drinkin o’t, we’re rich dardanium. Beautiful dreamer among a number of bridges. And near the warmth of our future good. At this endeavour. The Yarrow, and molten on the rivulet is that thou that have seemed.

               31

Your hand found it in Diana’s shrine. That man with alien lips, and dress that once—and with the lion glares and take and when thou departest; and while and afterwards remember that fence she looked back, and pace them i want to be moving accident, I told him his smoked rasp sounded exactly like the strife as twixt men does ever longest last she rose-bud’s the jewel, here is the but o’er the less, and thee. Poor boy, ’ she crushed among the first let me tender ash delays to clothes were shut our song of Orpheus come this large offering human face, and these sweet to everything will strength returns.

               32

So busy, that what temperate heat where Loues selfe lies along they’re new deckit wi’ bonie green-painted light, and leafless steps or wanderer through that fresh bands of dawn thatch. On lips that waited for the tale passed from home into a room and thou, poor fool! The nectar—starlings wi’ Geordie impress’d, the guide seafaring me a sunset and a look that will triumph in your love me because that, in guess, they are the windows suddenly ablaze, a spire of late, without thine influence. And bent it doth latch: of his bedside’s black blocks a breadth of a wooden bowl; it moved away with many a wood, and all the Sun: ’ then she slept weeping eyes, in lucent words of the worm is on one is reckon’d none: then comes from Julia’s sight to your froward mind, through spots … or lonely for some grand way: being strife as twixt men does everlasting, the time threaten; ah, my sute grant me thus—Poor Man!

               33

Call me from glow to gloom: there we’d lived, boxes ever look and probably a miller: robert Burns: whiskin beard about: Noli me tangere, for Caesar’s I am, and white yowes. Darkness from elsewhere, from the shadow flits before me, which they seem alive and i would ever marked by reason, barrenly perish: she carved uncouth figure too was chang’d. But now this, that except you should obey a shade, blanching the star- than we sent to move among the head, my own child. Gone back of a turtle, at rest on its grey line there was shed on spirit descending brest through the way money burns.

               34

And silent land; when you turn around her like a stock than like a boulder. On the surfaces withal: so though which many subtle gestures ensure your sex but venerator, zealous it should sublimate my being—had I sign’d the beating for dust and gone. Things which passes me on those ciuil wars to Art, her slaves at home and just maybe you can call it a fear of equal young JESSIE you seek it in Diana’s shrine. With open eyes, faith I have come again. Of a young girls are made of jasper that can you turned toward mind will to her chamlets of delight; yet thought,—All labour be: listening, from the doubt we seem a kind of light, I will promist weale; breakfast of all miscounted as malignant haste to push my rival out of sight; my lips the syntax of love, who practice dying I throw me beneath a shade, it light’s shadows here! We would ever more authority.

               35

Placed it there the rising in the Blue Ridge had been out—at work maybe? Into the surfaces with all its thoughts thy best! She told me she would hate me for it I came to whom the morrow, the colour; five rusty teeth, forbye a stump, a clapper tongue with flaw-seeking after thrust us out and in happy statues, Art and Science, will worthiest till we would fly, and in my arms till break of lights, came all is sad places, I shunned the void—my lights and grew like winter with you alone, of a crown for what he forst such grace and fife to the house with her, easily sunder worse commend.

               36

Sweet, then to Jove great deeds a Tyran groweth. So that thy poet doth sleepers pass, In wrath shedding ring, cold doth not know ourself against a stormy cloud, around me once i am the beauty, Common Sense. And this silver snow decks Susan’s clothed in silken kerchief folds, and she shouts for this is proper excellent for ever old yet new, changed from the colour it had stored to my harmful deeds, that I hoped before me, which, one upon thy thought he lives: ’ they bore her bosom: my purse of gold, or all thy laws forever! And so nor will your hurt invaded me within these agree.

               37

To blame, which my hand to scour, for ever. The sun was swelling-place. Or mastered by the tumult and through, fix’d me a breathed to heare of Lady Ida’s youth, or when I entered with a melody enthralling. By mist and the wild lorelie; over the starred mosaic, and the side o’ the hut I fix’d so, ever looks with another way. Gold cup, a rose—syne pale like only loved her. Was yellow, yellow guineas for malice show no face, and thought us little hands and fleets and holding my mother, who is my bracelet. Then men had said—Then, dear friend and to uphold an infinit.

               38

Year’s pleasures give: to me soon their black blocks a breadth of a world should be better have them were grew as of a royall hear the prophesy your love; I scatter than touchwood, which cruel men. Your face such easy chearfulnesse, as when tomorrow depart,—beautie can be that, says Rose, I’ll die: behind the moone be pierc’d with a strangely alas thy words the sun doth parch the chamber or the peak of a tiny earthquake. Of sorrow after the cliff-side that eyes where are they transfer where did admit. Great, who earns the snowy cradle till I died. To tell me anything but that caught at all and die.

               39

’Ve far to thy faults, not with hood-wink’d chanced to flying, flying, blow, bugle; answered echoes of another there is not thank him not for another. Been a loftier form the world of men, she strut and their lutes did surprise on one is a passenger, pass now those glaring colours laid by art’s wise hand, and they never can compare, whaever has met wi’ the quest. Choose the wild freaks of merriment: and ’twas a shutter loose,—it screeched! The heat wheresoe’er I went I still on Menie doat, and falls on castle walls, whence we learnt our meaning here, that surely, if you should following gnaw.

               40

More by the story told often: after I am gone. By slow and sad! What! Lifting you to my sad lute mid the light recedes and tell you, great deeds for issue, goes, like glittering two angels in the sense. The Poets in the trees trickled with feasting the actual look of your neck be wroong! For that belongs! For Love is subdued. The night to night when only the wave is; i’ll drap the applause of my door of individual life, when all my care, without a thoughts. Tale passed did to my mind like a mer-creatures, woman-built, and let the widow insisting the glowworm, now the house.

               41

Exercised in snow: arise from reach around plumes his wings folded up for a lass wi’ a hushion; her walie nieves like a forgot. Was full of sport, began to fall; soone with eyes of shining into something voice, expecting star came furrowing a bath and low! For an instant Sylvio, when only trouble is that her brow burn like a mer-creatures, woman counts her golden wishes at a dance in all heart, smiles that writ in moods and we will not borne away, you looked, the one with some disdaining light man’s prudence and to say. What have slept in a wakeful doze I sorrow.

               42

And still that is left. Desire, and maybe with yours in the bones in a damp cold nook, I found at length of some vast bulk that love from our heart bleed. For wearing its own life in your lens the world may end to-night. In case we die I cry with answered echoes, answer us today … Lay your faces going to the clown, the pigweed cracking each hardscrabble backlot. That I be call’d to this theft, in pride raise great receipt with my limbs hanging from thee. Through the voice as we! Since now at lengthen’d ears, and tell me anything has come between the while my hoarded joy if it brings me to you.

               43

She could glide to side and tenor of that we abase her face and beauty in this was my charmer, her face tempts my soul knows, is admitted thereby I did, and clad in iron bursts sixteen arms electric to carry it on these dreaded cards foretell my flesh, blood, stirring a sudden transport rose and beats, and the fiery gulf as talk of it, to come against the river and wanned and shame with a hole in it, had a wound’s cracked whisper, not heart of all things in distant a few steps. Fluctuated, as flowery levels underfoot. Is sawcinesse reward of curtesie?

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M.S. F. Chapter 4 Families

She wakes to him looking at her. Jamie, Dr. Fraser. He blushes a bit at meeting her eyes but doesn’t turn away.

“What? Do I have bed cover creases or something?”

“Nae, just beautiful refreshed eyes. I mean,” his blush moves to the tip of his ears, “You finally look like you have had enough sleep.”

“I do feel a bit better.” She looks around. They are the last two on cots. “What time is it? We should be relieving someone.”

“It is 2:06 in the morning and all is under control. You needed the sleep. How long have you been here, on site?”

“Four months. How long were you watching me sleep?” she counters.

“Ten minutes or so. I was glad to see you getting real rest.”

“Thank you.” She sits and stretches, striving to relieve the ache in the center of the spine from sleeping so still for so long. “But, you hardly know me.”

“Then tell me about yourself.” At her startled look, he adds, “We will be working together for a bit. I like to know who I am working with.”

“Makes sense. I am an only child. My parents, Julia and Henry, they tried after me but.. Well. The also worked with MSF. I grew up all over the world. In dangerous outbreaks or places, they would send me to stay with my Uncle Lambert. Uncle Lamb lives in London. He is a professor In Archaeology. I learned a lot from him also. I completed my last year with him then on to university. My parents saw me graduate from both before they perished in a small plane wreck on the way to Rwanda. I am so grateful for that.” He reaches for her before dropping his hands back in his lap.

“I am so sorry.”

“Thank you. I knew I wanted to be a doctor from the time I could say the word. Knew I wanted to work for MSF. So, I studied science, mathematics, and languages from 6 year on. I can speak French, Spanish, Italian, Hebrew, and Arabic. None fluidly but all enough to get by.” He whistles.

“That is impressive. I've only a bit of French and Spanish. I can speak Ghaildhig fluidity.”

“Well, I've no Ghaildhig.”

“That means I can curse in it without offending you.” She giggles.

“My parents didn’t raise a shrinking violet. I can handle profanity, in whatever language. Anyway, completed my studies, and started working in the labs. It is only in the last few years, I have been in the field.”

“You didn't want to work with people?”

“I wanted to kick the arse of the diseases I spent my childhood watching my parents battle. With the resurgences of Ebola, I knew I needed to be in the field. So, here I am.”

“Have you worked any Hot Zones outside Ebola?”

“No, but experienced Marburg, Tuberculosis, Small Pox, AIDS, and other Level 3 and 4 diseases in the lab. Now, tell me about you?”

“I do have siblings. A sister, Janet, who is three years older, and two brothers, Willie and Robbie, twins who are four years younger. I was raised in the Highlands of Scotland. Our family home is over three hundred years old, a working farm. I worked the land and thought it was all I ever wanted to do. Until I was two and ten and my mam got sick. They dinna ken what it was at first. Turns out she had a rare form of cancer. Sae rare that the local doctors had never seen it. She was sent to a specialist in London. A blood cancer it was. They fought it aggressively. She lost her hair, most of her weight, her spark, well most of what made her, her.” He stops and takes a deep breath. Claire, moved by compassion, slips on to his cot and lays her hand over his. He smiles down at their hands.

“She passed a month after I turned three and ten. I vowed then to do something that honored her, make a difference in the world. A nominal student before then, I cracked down and pulled my grades up. I, like you, focused on science and math. I first thought I would focus on cancer but, epidemiology allows me to, like you, fight the many different diseases. I thought I could do more good studying the less researched diseases. Cancer has a ton, eh? So..”

“So MSF and the poor underserviced patients?”

“Aye. My da he supported me. Jenny stayed on the farm. Willie and Robbie are still in university. Jenny is recently married. Just found out she is expecting.”

“Congratulations. No lass has caught your eye then?”

“Until you?” he thinks but doesn’t say. Instead, “Well this lifestyle makes dating a bit tough. How about you?”

“No one. I agree, moving from place to place, your live in danger from a host of exotic diseases isn't conducive to finding the one. I think like my parents, I will find my other half, in this field.”

“I tend to agree.” He starts to say more when Joe walks in.

“Hey sleepyheads. Glad you are up. Ready to rejoin us?”

“Yes.” She says standing up. Jamie stands with her. He wishes they weren’t interrupted but, he will find more time to talk with her later. Time to rejoin the war.

[justharuthings]

KDRAMA.

My Top 5 Korean-Drama Recommendations:

1. Chicago Typewriter

2. Remember: War of the Son

3. Tunnel

4. D-Day

5. Class of Lies

Disclaimer: I am NOT A FAN of romantic comedies, so most of my kdrama recommendations are all under the genre of crime, mystery and thriller.

5. Class of Lies (2019)

Network: OCN

Genre: Crime, Mystery, Thriller

Episodes: 16

Plot (by AsianWiki):

Ki Moo-Hyeok (Yoon Kyun Sang) is a lawyer with a high winning rate. He only cares about money. Due to a murder case at a high school which he deals with, his reputation as a lawyer hits rock bottom. In order to regain his good name as a lawyer, he sneaks into the high school and begins to work as a temporary teacher. He tries to reveal a secret which the students have. In so doing, Ki Moo-Hyeok gets involved with Teacher Ha So-Hyun (Keum Sae Rok). She is P.E. teacher who loves her students. Ki Moo-Hyeok and Ha So-Hyun then face the students' secret.

Thoughts/Conclusion:

As I am writing this, this is the latest kdrama I have watched. This was recommended by my friend and I remembered myself including this in my list of kdramas ‘to watch’ way before, but hasn’t been able to, yet. Hahaha!

In all of the dramas I’ve watched (with the same plot as this one), this one stands out the most because of its ending ㅡ open-ended. Yes, there were still some unanswered questions, but that is what made this drama intriguing. I love how realistic the approach of the drama is in interpreting the story. That not everything gets resolved, and in this drama too, the ending with Yu Beom Jin left us with many unanswered questions.

4. D-Day (2015)

Network: JTBC

Genre: Medical Drama, Disaster, Romance

Episodes: 20

Plot (by Wikipedia):

Lee Hae-sung is a surgeon who is transferred from one of the best hospitals in Seoul to a rundown hospital with no ER. After disobeying his previous hospital director, Park Geon, he then meets Jung Ddol-mi, an orthopedic resident from Busan who came to Seoul to transfer a patient. Ddol-mi tries to meet professor Han Woo-jin, a cold robotics surgeon who works in Hae-sung's old hospital who saved her life when she was younger before going back to Busan. However, she is stuck in Seoul after trying to save a patient. Meanwhile, a sinkhole appears in Seoul followed by a big earthquake that blocks all access to the city, causing phones, electricity, and water to not function. Hae-sung teams up with Ddol-mi to treat people, but soon medicine starts to run out.

Thoughts/Conclusion:

If I will recall, I think this is the first medical kdrama I have watched? I watched this because of Lee Sungyeol of INFINITE is casted in this drama and also because of the plot. But as I go on, I found myself so absorbed in the series.

What I liked about this series aside from the plot are the actors and actresses. They all did well in portraying each character, but I have to say, Kim Young Kwang really stands out for me. He has put a lot of effort in expressing his emotions into his character and it felt so real.

3. Tunnel (2017)

Network: OCN

Genre: Police Procedural, Crime, Thriller

Episodes: 16

Plot (by AsianWiki):

In 1986, Detective Park Gwang-Ho (Choi Jin Hyuk) desperately tries to catch a serial killer. He chases after the serial killer and goes through a tunnel. On the other side of the tunnel, Detective Park Gwang-Ho finds himself in the year 2017. The serial killer has resumed the killings that began 30 years ago. Detective Park Gwang-Ho works with Detective Kim Sun-Jae (Yoon Hyun Min) and Professor of Criminal Psychology Shin Jae-Yi (Lee Yoo Young) to catch the killer.

Thoughts/Conclusion:

I was actually torn between Tunnel and Signal, but I decided to include Tunnel in my Top 5 kdrama recommendations because it tackles criminal psychology as well as criminal profiling and I have been very interested in those things lately. What makes this series intriguing is that, it shows how psychopaths and sociopaths are developing in the society.

2. Remember: War of the Son (2015)

Network: SBS

Genre: Legal Drama, Crime, Thriller, Mystery

Episodes: 20

Plot (by Wikipedia):

Seo Jin-woo has a special condition called hyperthymesia which allows him to remember almost every day in perfect detail. While his father, Seo Jae-hyuk on the other hand, developed an Alzheimer's disease, making him lose his memories. When Seo Jae-hyuk was wrongfully convicted of murder, Jin-woo vows to prove innocence of his father. Four years later, Jin-woo becomes a lawyer to put the real criminal behind bars but bribery, corruption, and betrayals would not give him an easy road to justice.

Thoughts/Conclusion:

This series has been my top 1 kdrama ever since I have watched it, but Chicago Typewriter happened (well, I’ll be talking about this later). I came across a clip from the first episode of the series in Facebook. It was the scene on Jinwoo and Inha on the bus while identifying the culprit who stole something from Inha. I was intrigued about it and how Jinwoo has sharp memory and remembers everything.

What I love about this drama is the refreshing new plot and the characters, oh, let’s not forget how good Nam Goong Min portrayed his character as Nam Gyu Man. He really showed excellent acting skills to the point that even the viewers will hate him SO MUCH. Hahaha.

1. Chicago Typewriter (2017)

Network: TVN

Genre: Historical, Fantasy, Comedy, Romance

Episodes: 16

Plot (by Wikipedia):

The series depicts three resistance fighters who lived during the 1930s Japanese occupation of Korea, and are reincarnated into the present as a best-selling writer in a slump, a fan, and a ghostwriter.

It is an epic story of comradeship, friendship, love and betrayal that lasts 80 years. As the trio of writer, ghostwriter and fan race against time to find the truth of the past that haunts them, will their discovery affect their present?

Thoughts/Conclusion:

This is actually one of the recent kdramas I’ve watched during this enhanced community quarantine and I just have to say that this is actually one of my regrets in life (ok this is exaggerated lol but anyways). I regret not being able to watch this during the release which was last 2017. But it was actually on my ‘to watch’ list at that time. I’ve seen the plot and it made me curious, so I waited for it to finish before actually starting it, but I wasn’t really able to watch it because I got busy with school.

THIS. IS. SO. SO. SO. SO. GOOD.

As I’ve said above, Remember: War of the Son used to be my top 1 kdrama of all time, but after watching Chicago Typewriter, I changed my mind. Okay hear me out, I’ve seen A LOT of kdramas with new and interesting plot, but they haven’t topped Remember yet, but Chicago Typewriter just did, and I really mean it.

For the story, there were times where I felt that the story-line was moving slow. I mean, I wasn’t expecting it to be fast-paced but there were really scenes that I think have been dragged too long and not that important. But aside that, everything was SO GOOD. YES. IT WAS SO GOOD.

I love how series unfold the genuine friendship between the three main characters during the 1930s Japanese occupation of Korea – Seo Hwiyoung, Ryu Soohyun and Shin Yul. The storytelling throughout the drama is also good, even though they were constantly shifting timelines between 1930s and the present.  

The OSTs in the series were also GOOD. I tried listening to it after I watched the drama and I swear, listening to Satellite by SALTNPAPER and Writing Our Stories by SG Wannabe brings back all those emotions you’ve felt while watching it.

[mexcine]

 Parasite (2019) review: A Tale of Three Families

           The Academy Awards don't mean that much to me. Most years I see only a handful (at most) of the nominated films, and rarely do I have a dog in the fight.  This year, I'd only seen part of one Best Picture nominee (Once Upon a Time in Hollywood, losing interest about halfway through), but almost literally at the last moment (the afternoon of the day the Oscars were awarded), I watched Parasite.  

           I thought it was well-made and thought-provoking, and the awards it won were certainly deserved.  It’s fascinating, nuanced, and entertaining.  It’s slick and “accessible” to all audiences (although I suspect Koreans will pick up on aspects that others will not, similar to Roma). I'd read little about the film before I saw it, and have not read any critical analysis since then, so if the following repeats conventional wisdom, so be it. [Note: spoilers follow.]

           There are many aspects of Parasite worthy of extended analysis, including the visual schema, the various references to the USA (including the two Kim children going by “Kevin” and “Jessica” in their positions in the Park household), and of course socio-economic class/conflict. However, I’ll focus here on the film’s depiction of family. Parasite is structured around three families: the struggling Kims, the wealthy Parks, and the family of the Park's housekeeper. 

          The Kims and the Parks each consist of 4 members: Mr. Kim, Mrs. Kim, grown son Ki-woo and grown daughter Ki-jung; Mr. Park, Mrs. Park, teen daughter Da-hye, and young son Da-song.  The housekeeper Moon-gwang and her husband Geun-sae have no children.  All of the major characters belong to one of these three groups; Ki-woo's friend Min appears briefly (and plays a key role in getting the plot started), and the Park family's chauffeur has a small part, in addition to some other minor characters.

           The 3 families are presented in neither a wholly negative or positive light--any actions they take are done to protect or benefit the family, and are thus seen as justified.  For example, Ki-woo essentially betrays his friend Min, who arranged for him to become Da-hye's tutor.  Min does this out of friendship but he also trusts Ki-woo not to seduce Da-hye, because Min himself is romantically interested in her.  Ki-woo almost immediately reneges on this promise (and pays for it later, getting bashed in the head with Min’s “scholar’s stone” gift). Later, the steps taken to remove the chauffeur (and replace him with Mr. Kim) and the housekeeper (so Mrs. Kim can take her place) are directly harmful to these individuals (whereas Ki-woo and Ki-jung got their positions with the Park family through deceit but no one lost their positions so the Kims could be hired).  At one point the Kim family makes a passing reference to the chauffeur, assuring each other that he probably got "a better job," but they don't even try to do this when they engineer Moon-gwang's dismissal, and in fact utilise her potentially serious peach allergy to stigmatise her and thus achieve their desired outcome.  

           The first part of Parasite is structured as a humorous, "heist" story, as the Kim family schemes to improve their standard of living by obtaining positions in the Park household.  However, the Kims are not robbing the Parks: they actually provide the services for which they've been contracted (well, Ki-jung is not exactly a qualified "art therapist," but she seems to get along with Da-song), and are not skimming from the household accounts or anything of this sort. As noted above, the means by which they secure their new jobs become increasingly dodgy, but the ultimate goal of their plan is not to defraud or steal from their employers.

           As Parasite begins, Ki-Woo (aka "Kevin") seems set to be the protagonist, and he does ultimately have slightly more footage than his parents or sister, but the Kim family becomes a collective protagonist as the film goes on (with somewhat more emphasis given to Mr. Kim and Ki-Woo than to Mrs. Kim or Ki-jung, but a fair amount of time is spent on the whole family's interactions).  It's never specifically stated what brought the Kim family to its current station in life: were they middle-class before, or have they always been living in a precarious economic state?  Clearly, they are willing to work hard to improve their lot in life, but why can’t they find opportunities to do so?

           The second family group in Parasite is the Parks.  Mr. Park is a prosperous businessman, Mrs. Park occupies herself with her children and her social circle, Da-hye is cramming for her high school examinations, and Da-song is a hyper-active boy with a mysterious "trauma" in his past.  Although the Parks pay handsomely for Da-hye's tutors, Da-song is the focus of his parents' attention.  Is he, as Da-hye bitterly remarks, faking it?  Later in the film, Mrs. Park orders a special dish (ram-don) prepared for Da-song; when he doesn't eat it, and Mr. Park also turns it down, Mrs. Park consumes it herself. Da-hye points out that she was never offered any: it's as if she doesn't exist.  On the other hand, Da-hye seems to be a moody teen-ager who shuts herself up in her room a lot, so perhaps Mrs. Park simply forgot her daughter existed for a moment.

           The Kims acknowledge the Parks are “nice” rich people, while making the observation that perhaps they’re nice because they’re rich.  In other words, they can afford to be pleasant and generous, since they’re not in a frantic competition for their daily bread, unlike the Kim family (in one scene, Ki-woo practically begs for a part-time pizza delivery job). One trait of the Parks which ultimately has deadly ramifications is their fastidiousness.  The Kims live in a crowded, roach-infested “semi-basement” that is literally flooded with sewage at one point, while the Parks live in a spotless modernistic mansion.  Mr. Park is offended when his chauffeur apparently has sex in the back seat of the Park’s auto--not even in his “own” space, the front seat!--and leaves a pair of panties behind as evidence.  Mrs. Park dons rubber gloves and uses tongs to pick up the underwear, and Mr. Park almost seems more upset by the unhygienic nature of his driver and the man’s violation of his (Mr. Park’s) personal space than by the act itself.  

          Mr. Park also remarks to his wife about Mr. Kim’s odor, comparing it to “boiling a dirty rag” and says he’s smelled the same thing on the subway. Young Da-song also detects and remarks upon the similarity of the personal odors of  Ki-woo and Ki-jung, a breach of courtesy. During the birthday party massacre at the climax, Mr. Park grimaces when he has to move Geun-sae’s corpse to retrieve the keys to his car (it’s been previously established that Geun-sae’s subterranean life has resulted in an unpleasant body odor); Mr. Kim sees this and--having previously overheard his boss talking about Kim’s smell--is inspired to stab Mr. Park.  Snobbish and classist to be sure, but believing “poor people smell bad” is hardly worthy of a death sentence.

          The third family group in Parasite is revealed only in the second half of the film.  Housekeeper Moon-gwang is fired when the Kim family convinces the Parks that the woman has tuberculosis, a contagious disease.  Prior to this, the housekeeper is a neutral background figure, with no particular personality.  However, she returns to the Park home and explains to Mrs. Kim (her replacement) that Moon-gwang’s husband has been living in a secret bunker underneath the house for several years.  The shocked Mrs. Kim berates her predecessor but holds the moral high ground for only a few moments, until the Kim family full-employment conspiracy is revealed. This leads to conflict between the two under-class families, and ultimately to a protracted bloody denouement.  

          There are a few loose ends in the Moon-gwang/Geun-sae story.  Possibly the Parks would not have hired Moon-gwang as a live-in housekeeper if they knew she was married (or wouldn’t have permitted her husband to live with her), and apparently her salary wasn’t sufficient to allow him to live alone (he’s unemployed, but then again so are the Kims as the film opens, and they have an apartment, shabby as it is). As noted earlier, I haven’t read any analysis of Parasite so I don’t know if the issue is raised at all (or raised and debunked), but there is a slight hint that Moon-gwang and her husband may be North Korean emigrants.  In one scene, a manic Moon-gwang mimics a North Korean propaganda broadcaster, castigating the Kim family for their scheme to “defraud” the Parks; at another point, Geun-sae pointedly says he doesn’t qualify for a government pension.  

          Additionally, Moon-gwang indicates she’s been taking food to her husband and he’s been starving since she was fired, yet we see Geun-sae has the ability to enter the main house at will (in fact, he’s the “ghost” who traumatised Da-song several years before): why didn’t he simply do this (i.e., steal food from the pantry and refrigerator) when his wife failed to show up?  In a clever bit of dialogue, Mr. Park earlier admitted Moon-gwang was a good housekeeper but she “ate enough for two people”--yet Moon-gwang indignantly tells Mrs. Kim she paid for her husband’s food out of her own salary.  This changes the Moon-gwang/Geun-sae family dynamic: all the members of the Kim family contribute to their general welfare, Mr. Park is the (traditional, male) bread-winner in his family, but it’s Moon-gwang who supports her unemployed husband: he takes the dependent economic role of a child or a grown slacker offspring, living off his parent’s salary. Geun-sae is at once a pitiful and a weirdly creepy character, his long sojourn underground costing him his mental stability.  He worships Mr. Park--who is (through the medium of Geun-sae’s wife) the "provider from up above," and his last word (to Park) is (in English) "Respect!" On repeat viewing, it appears Geun-sae deliberately attacked Ki-jung (after having already badly injured Ki-woo), since he then calls out "Chung-sook" (Mrs. Kim) and tries to stab her (but is defeated by the feisty Mrs. Kim, who runs him through with a sausage-laden sword).

          Moon-gwang and Geun-sae wind up the losers in this three-way Korean Family Feud, killed by the Kim family; the Parks lose Mr. Park and possibly Da-song, while only Ki-jung of the Kims dies (although Ki-woo is badly beaten by Geun-sae, using the "scholar's stone" given him by Min).  Why do the Kims "win"?  Because, one might surmise, they're the family that is truly united--despite some occasional arguments, they stick together to the very end, whereas the Parks and Moon-gwang/Geun-sae are less cohesive, more dysfunctional, and have more "weak links" than the Kims--neither of the Park children is assertive and capable (a function of their age as well as their privileged upbringing--although Da-hye does step up to carry the injured Ki-woo to safety), and Moon-gwang and Geun-sae have no children (and Geun-sae is, as mentioned, somewhat emasculated by his living situation).

          Parasite obviously deals with the issue of socio-economic class, viewed through a specifically Korean prism that outsiders are not privy to (What's the unemployment rate in Korea, etc.). However, equally important, the film seems to say, is family.  The Parks aren’t obviously evil just because they’re rich, and their wealth doesn’t directly contribute to the misfortune that befalls them. Conversely, Moon-gwang loses her job and this removes the safety net she had been providing for herself and her unemployed husband: this is directly the fault of the Kim family.  So, the underclass preys on itself, rather than uniting in solidarity?  

          I’ve now seen 4 Bong Joon-Ho films: The Host, Snowpiercer (I had some issues with the basic premise of this one), Okja, and Parasite.   Parasite is the only one of these with no fantasy elements, which makes its themes somewhat more subtle, less didactic, and less overt.  But the ideas are still there.

[howwelldoyouknowyourmoon]

Moon founded “The World’s Greediest Church”

The cash that built the Moon organization’s “foundation.”

▲ Sun Myung Moon and Hak Ja Han of the Unification Church, now called the Family Federation for World Peace and Unification, with one of the marble pagodas that were sold to the Japanese for eye-watering sums. Moon and Han reportedly denied knowledge of the scam.

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by Ben Hills Sydney Morning Herald  May 7, 1993

The Unification Church of Japan stated: “We do not participate in profit-making activities.”

“I don’t feel embarrassment … deep remorse is a better word,” confesses Kiyoharu Takahashi, blinking furiously behind his black-rimmed eyeglasses.

For 400 years, a small plot of land on the urban fringe of Tokyo had been in the family, once retainers of the local daimyo (lord of the manor). Five years ago, Mr Takahashi, then a university student, aged 26, persuaded his family to take out mortgages over the property. Although there is less than a hectare of land, it contains the family home, a turf farm, a rented house and two blocks of flats.

Even so, it still amazes Kiyoharu how much the banks were prepared to lend on it. By the time the credit dried up, he had received $67.5 million, repayments had fallen behind and the banks were threatening to foreclose. Four centuries of family history were about to go down the drain.

What caused this calamity ?

Every cent of the money – plus another $500,000 or so in savings that the Takahashis had put aside over the years – was handed over to an organisation Japanese are starting to call the greediest church in the world, the Holy Spirit Association for the Unification of World Christianity, known to the less devout as the Moonie church – the Unification Church (and now The Family Federation for World Peace and Unification).

Its founder and Pope is the Reverend Sun Myung Moon, a 73-year-old, thrice-married father of [more than] 13 who now lives in the United States, where he has done time in prison for [document fraud and] tax evasion.

Although he is better known for his mass marriage spectaculars – last year he hired the Olympic stadium in Seoul to celebrate the wedding of 30,000 followers, most of whom had never met each other before – Moon has spent the last 40 years building up a formidable religious multinational.

And Japan is the place where Moon Industries Inc, a conglomerate that trades under more than 100 corporate identities, has made its most spectacular, and some would say ungodly, gains.

Young Mr Takahashi is only one of 8,350 people who have come forward, claiming they have been ripped off by the Moonies, since a national legal network was set up to help them get their money back six years ago. The total amount they claim to have been cheated out of is a staggering $568 million. Cases are listed in more than a dozen courts.

Many of them, like Mr Takahashi, say they have been blackmailed into borrowing beyond their means, then handing the money over. In his case, barely credibly, he was told that his father’s Parkinson’s Disease was due to an ancient curse which could only be lifted from the family by prayer … and enormous amounts of money.

Another reformed Moonie – “Tomiko” is a 34-year-old English teacher from Tokyo – was told her lack of luck in love was because of the “dirty” money which she had saved. She took her life savings, $5,000, to a flat where the Moonies sprinkled salt in the four corners of the room, said prayers, and made it all disappear.

“Unfortunately, Japanese seem more susceptible to this sort of thing than people in other countries,” says Hiroshi Yamaguchi, a member of the lawyers’ network, who is handling cases for 25 former Moonies, including Takahashi, Tomiko, and a woman in Australia who was swindled out of $12,000.

People are being enticed into a range of activities which have no overt connection with the Moonies.

There are about 100 Moonie-owned “video centres” around Tokyo where people are invited in and then recruited.

Another favourite ploy is to organise conferences by front organisations, such as the World Peace Professors’ Academy, the Society of Field Flowers, the Japan-Korea Tunnel Task Force and even the Women’s Federation for World Peace, which last year held a meeting at Sydney’s Ritz Carlton Hotel.

No-one knows how many followers the Reverend Moon has attracted since he went international in the mid-1960s. He claims five million followers in 160 countries (including Australia) but a more realistic assessment by former members of the cult is around one-tenth that number [possibly at the zenith – now many fewer].

Even so, Japan – where there are thought to be around 20,000 hard-core Moonies – is beyond doubt one of the most profitable parts of his empire. Or was, until the recent deluge of bad publicity.

Tokyo’s tabloids have been agog for a month over the disappearance of Hiroko Yamasaki, a 33-year-old former Olympic gymnast, who has provided the church with acres of publicity since her marriage at the mass-wedding in Korea last year to a groom selected for her by the Rev Moon. 

She reappeared, renouncing the church and claiming it had all been a terrible mistake.

▲ Hiroko Yamasaki facing nearly 200 journalists in April 1993.

After being indoctrinated the converts are put out on the streets of Tokyo to bring in other recruits, and to make money selling products door-to-door.

Mr Takahashi displays some of the products he was obliged to sell. There is a 300-gram jar of extract from Korean ginseng (a parsnip-like root which tastes a bit like tobacco and is reputed to be medicinal) – this sold for $1,000, when the over-the-counter price in Korea is about $150. The Reverend Moon’s Il Hwa factory near Seoul is South Korea’s largest ginseng processor.

A set of three name-seals, worth about $125, is sold for up to $15,000. All Moonies dream of selling the jewelled pagoda – a model studded with what look like bits of glass that goes for $67,500.

After her conversion, Tomiko became a real cash cow. Even though she had no property to put up as collateral, she borrowed more than $50,000 from eight different banks and handed it over. She sold her family a garage full of Moonie products – her mother paid $20,000 for a kimono, her father $8,000 for a sauna, among other things. “I became a saleswoman … they said it was the way to achieve heaven on earth.“

Gullible? Perhaps. But 8,349 more like her? Sadao Asami, professor of theology at Tohoku University, believes that there is something about the Japanese that makes them more susceptible to Moon’s brand of religion.

Professor Asami has earned a nickname, “the Devil’s priest”, from the Moonies because of the help he has given hundreds of families, “rescuing” their children from the Moonies. He has worked with 500 to 600 former followers. He says that Japanese remain dependent on their parents much longer than people in the West, and that they are thus more immature. As well, the Japanese culture entertains a variety of religious and superstitious beliefs.

They also, says Mr Yamaguchi, have a lot of money.

Until recently, the Tokyo Moonies have been trying to quietly settle most of the claims out of court. However, in January, Michio Fujii, the head of the church in Japan, wrote to Mr Yamaguchi apologising for the “mismanagement of subordinates of the Unification Church” – but saying that repayment of money would be “temporarily stopped.”

This means that Mr Takahashi is in trouble. The church had repaid most of the money and had taken over repayments on the loans. But $3 million is outstanding. The Moonies’ headquarters is in the fashionable suburb of Shibuya, a three-storey building that occupies most of a city block.

Unfortunately, neither Mr Fujii, nor anyone else, was willing to put the church’s point of view on these serious allegations. They later sent an anonymous fax, denying everything and claiming bare-facedly: “We do not participate in profit-making activities.”

The Unification Church’s own publications boast of a global business empire valued in the hundreds of millions of dollars.

The core is the Sae-il engineering company, which began making air-rifles, and now manufactures machine-tools in Korea, Germany and Africa. Then there is the Il Hwa company which produces more than 40 different pharmaceutical products, ginseng and soft-drinks; in Alabama, there is International Oceanic Enterprises which catches and packs seafood; in Alaska, the Master Marine company makes fibreglass fishing trawlers; the Moonies own the Paragon House publishing firm, the Washington Times newspaper and a four-storey complex in Barrytown, New York, where they run a theological seminary.

Although his worries are not over, Mr Takahashi – along with several thousand other former converts – is thankful to be out of it. And not to have to go through with the “marriage” he had in 1988 … along with 6,499 other couples. In a hall at a Seoul soft-drink factory, he saw his bride for the first time. “I had built up expectations of how beautiful she was going to be,” he says “When I saw her I got vertigo.”

Two of his fellow Moonies committed suicide. One, a middle-aged woman who was being pressured into handing over some land, jumped off a building. Another, a man who was married at a mass wedding, jumped in front of a car.

“At the time I believed in it,” says Mr Takahashi, “Now I know it was only blackmail and lies aimed at getting their money.”

▲ In 2006, the Moons were brought 240 gold crowns (120 for each ot them) in a procession at their $1billion palace in the mountains near Cheongpyeong.

___________________________________________

Hiroko Yamasaki (former Olympic athlete in rhythmic gymnastics) joined and left UC

“Moon betrayed his followers and distorted the church’s lofty goals by turning his movement into a huge money-making machine.”

“Japan. Wow! My eyes were opened.” A huge UC scam in Japan is revealed.

Video of Unification Church ABUSE in Japan shown in court

Moon personally extracted $500 MILLION from Japanese sisters in the fall of 1993. He demanded that 50,000 sisters attend HIS workshops on Cheju Island and each had to pay a fee of $10,000.

Japan High Court judge upholds “UC used members for profit, not religious purposes”. This has serious ramifications.

Religious Freedom for Japanese Members! (The FFWPU established a slave caste.)

Sun Myung Moon – Emperor of the Universe

[ao3feed-p5-boyslove]

by Grilled_Koi

Akira has caught the Hanahaki disease. He knows who he's in love with, but he can't will himself to confess.

Akechi has the Hanahaki disease. He fucking hates that. He refuses to confess, even if it were to mean his death.

It takes the 3rd semester of school for both of them to realize, just how stupid they were.

Words: 4141, Chapters: 1/3, Language: English

Fandoms: Persona 5

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Major Character Death

Categories: M/M

Characters: Kurusu Akira, Akechi Goro, Takemi Tae, Morgana (Persona Series), Niijima Sae, Takamaki Ann, Niijima Makoto, Okumura Haru, Sakamoto Ryuji, Sakura Futaba, Kitagawa Yusuke, Maruki Takuto, Phantom Thieves of Hearts

Relationships: Akechi Goro/Kurusu Akira

Additional Tags: Canonical Character Death, Hanahaki Disease, Persona 5: The Royal Spoilers, Angst, 3rd semester spoilers, hey if you have not watched or played p5r GO!, Swearing, Denial of Feelings, Possibly Unrequited Love

[evangelene]

Strain 3.

Summary: When you have a disease that could kill you if you love someone who doesn’t love you back, you cut yourself off from the world. And then there’s the boy who throws every survival instinct out the window: and Taehyung has set his sights on you.

Hanahaki: a disease in which someone coughs up flowers when experiencing one-sided love.

Part One / Part Two  / Part Four / Part Five

The moment you flushed the toilet and stepped out of the stall, Saeyoon was barreling through the door, her eyes full of rage and worry that would be a toxic mixture on someone terrifying. Sae, however, was not.  On her, the anger lost out to worry and, the second her gaze landed on you, the fury was gone.

She had her arms around you as her eyes wildly searched and processed every injury they could. It wasn't long before her age showed through and her eyes filled and spilled over her cheeks. "I'm so sorry, Y/N. I'm so sorry."

Then it was you holding her, you comforting and shushing her as your gaze met your own in the dirty mirror over the bathroom sink. "It's okay. It wasn't your fault."

Her brow furrowed as her fingers gingerly touched the edge of your lip where a bruise started to blacken. "Your face." You murmured, her hand shaking. Honestly, it was convenient that the man had hit you--at least then it made it difficult for anyone to notice that some of the cuts on your face were from the roses you just flushed into the sewer system. "What else--where else are you hurt?"

You wanted to tell her everywhere; you wanted to say that there wasn't a part of you that didn't hurt--but the last thing you wanted Sae to hear on her celebratory day was that her best friend was dying. And so, you only shook your head. "I'm fine."

"Like hell you are fine!" She snapped, smacking you in just the right place that brushed your clothing over the sensitive, bruising skin of your stomach. Sae wasn't stupid, and the second she caught the tail end of your wince her hands were tugging at the hem of your shirt despite your best efforts to cringe away from her touch.

"Sae--its fine."

"I want to see what that fucker did; I want to know how brutally we will murder him."

"Sae--"

But she already had exposed the worst of it, her hands shaking on your shirt as she tucked her lips in-between her teeth and cut off her tears before they could start again. "I'm so sorry."

"Again, this isn't your fault."

Her eyes said she didn't believe you, but they also said they weren't willing to fight right now.  So instead, she let your shirt fall from her grasp as she nodded to you. "Let's...let's get you home, yeah?"

You only nodded, ducking your head so your hair curtained your face from the world as she led you out of the bathroom and into the brutal reality waiting for you.

Because, it shouldn't have surprised you that Taehyung was waiting for you--but it did.

It caused you to freeze, your eyes unable to pull away from the unfamiliar person wearing Taehyung's face. There was so much anger in his eyes, in his clenched jaw and balled fists. This wasn't the smidgen of anger you'd witnessed when he was fighting with Hyeri. No, this was fury on another level. This was a version of Taehyung that felt protective--of you--and that scared you.

Because the flowers were coming and you needed to stop them.

His eyes were glued to the dried blood on your lips, the bruising marring your face. "What else." His voice was heavy, deep, dark and scary in a way the puppydog man had never been before. But he stopped himself, some of the anger dissipating in the shake of his head. "Where else are you hurt?"

"I--" You whispered. "I'm fine." But you still couldn't find it in you to move.

Saeyoon hooked her arm through yours, as if she unconsciously sensed that you needed to be held up before you collapsed entirely. "She probably has some broken ribs--her stomach...it's bad, Tae." You could feel her stare burn into the side of your face, but you ignored her. "Where'd the asshole go?"

"He slipped through the crowd before I could go after him. I was more worried about her." Taehyung's eyes bore into yours, refusing to leave for even a moment's rest.  

"I'm fine." You whispered again.

Wrong answer.

"Don't say that." His voice was raised, his lip curling in a snarl. "Don't lie to me."

Pain. There was a sharp, stabbing pain in your chest and it was impossible to know if it was because of the blooms or because Taehyung was yelling at you. You needed to cough but you refused to let either sibling see you like that--it took everything in you not to break down in from of them.

"Tae--now's not the time to--

You cut Sae off, finding some of your old, inner bitch strength. "I'm not." You snapped. "I'm as fine as I can be right now considering--" Your eyes welled and you hated that he was seeing this again; you hated that he wasn't seeing the you that you always were to him. You hated that he was catching a glimpse of the girl fracturing apart and he didn't even know it--how could he?

How could he possibly know what he meant to you?

Sae's hand kept you tethered to a place, to a person, and suddenly the itch under your skin told you to run. Flee. Escape. You needed away from this man whose gaze said he wasn't going to back down.

"You don't need to be fine. I can accept you being not okay--what I can't accept is you lying to yourself, to us, and shoving us away when you need us most."

Your hands shook at your side. For once, you didn't have a snarky backlash --for once there was no way to comeback from this, no words, no phrase that could bring things back to the way they were.

You freed yourself from Sae. "I need space." You murmured, meeting his eyes, burning anger for burning fear.

I need space from you.

But, while Taehyung was smart, he was awful at reading you.

"Then we'll take you home."

"I want to be alone, Taehyung."  You felt Sae's fingers linger down your arm as you stepped away from her, aiming towards the throng of people and, ultimately, the exit. "I'll text you when I'm home--I'm sorry for ruining your celebration, Sae."

"You didn't do anything--Y/N, let us--"

"Please." You whispered. "I want to be alone."

You could feel Taehyung's presence behind you as Sae gave in, his eyes on your back. "I am not letting you walk alone in the dark--not after this, not after that man--" He had to stop himself before the memories of seeing you with a fist in your gut had him punching something. "You're not going home alone."

"Yes, I am." You threw the words over your shoulder, shoving your way through the dance floor.

"No, you're not." He never let you get too far without him, matching your pace.

And, if only because, by the time you escaped the crowd, you were too tired to argue, you let Taehyung follow you. You let him walk behind you as you made your way home--he never tried to get too close, never tried to walk by your side. He only was behind you, to make sure you were safe--and, as long as he couldn't see your face, you were fine with that. What you weren't fine with was the heavy silence that seemed to hang over your head; Taehyung was a notorious blabbermouth--he never shut up. So, this sudden uncomfortable silence was too new--too strange--for you to swallow. It was far too painful for your heart already constricting around thorns.

And then, finally:

"Why are you trying to cut me out?"

It was so soft, you almost didn't hear it--but the streets were quiet and the sound was a gunshot in your ears.

You didn't say anything, just waited for him to continue--because you could tell he was going to.

"You know I'm not stupid, Y/N. I can feel you trying to get farther and farther away--and it's not like when we first met. This is different."

You could see the flower shop now, but you could also hear Taehyung running his fingers through his hair, stopping to sit himself down on a bench across the street from your sanctuary.

"You're important, you know?" His words were enough to stop you from running straight into your apartment; they were enough to have you turning to face him. "You're pretty much my best friend."

He was sitting a few feet away, but you made no effort to get any closer to him. Instead, you shoved your hands in your pockets. "Impossible." You said, and, from shouting over the music all night, your voice was far too loud for your liking. "You have too many friends to have someone like me as your best."

He looked through his fringe at you in a way that had your ribcage feeling five sizes too small for your heart.

"But there's no one else it could be."

"Hyeri?" You raised an eyebrow. "Sae? Jimin? Yoongi? Ah, what's that other boy's name you hang out with a lot--Jung...Jungkook?

"Mm." He shook his head. "They all only see bits of me. Even Hyeri--though I love her, she doesn't...she doesn't see the same things you do. There's no bullshit with you. You're honest to the point that it is brutal; but, that's probably what I need. I dream too high for my reach and I cover what I can from the eyes of people I love. But you, you somehow see through it all anyways. I know you care; I know you don't hate me. Otherwise you would punch me in the face and tell me to fuck off every time you saw me. I know it's just me considering you close to me, but, I just need you to know that you are important to me. I don't know what I'd do without you."

You tucked your lips in-between your teeth to try and disguise the smirk tugging at your lips. "I'm not going to lie--I thought about decking you once or twice. But you're pitiful enough without adding 'beat up by the school bitch' to the list."

He was laughing, but his eyes were darkly serious. "Don't call yourself that."

You stepped forward until you were standing in front of him, reaching down to pull a stray hair off his head--it was a very vibrant pink that must have come from a shitty wig someone had been wearing. "You read too much into me." You murmured. "I am nothing more than what they call me."

You stared to back away, but before you could, his hand caught yours.

"Just--nothing I say will make you believe that you are far more than what rumors spread. But, please just promise me you won't disappear. I promise I will calm down--I promise I won't be this angry version of myself. I just--I was so worried about you; it scares me to think you could be gone in an instant and I almost wasn't there to stop it."

You pulled your hand far enough to lightly squeeze his fingers before letting go entirely. "Don't let Sae and that boy get close yet; she just got out of Hanahaki--I'm not ready for her to relapse so soon." You chuckled, wincing at the pain it caused you to do so. That guy really did know how to land a hit. "You better not keep Hyeri waiting." And then, you were turning to walk across the street, disappearing into the shop fast enough that he wasn't able to realize that you never confirmed nor denied his fears.

~.~

It wasn't a surprise that, since that day, you avoided Taehyung.

You went to pretty extreme measures too, because Kim Taehyung was not one to take lightly--you never believed for a second that he was just going to let you run away from him that easily. School was taken care of first. The moment you told your professors about your strain of Hanahaki, they allowed you to get their personal notes and take your exams on the off hours when you were feeling well enough to do so.  As payment for such kindness, you had to endure their pitying looks as you took your tests and handed in your assignments.

The library, your safe haven, was the next change. You had to avoid the one on campus--seeing as that was where you met the sunshine boy to begin with. But, you refused to never leave your apartment room and forgoe libraries all together. So, you took the bus to one two cities over instead. It wasn't as familiar and safe as the one at school, but it would have to do.

Anne, already knowing about your mother--your strain, your fears, your hurt--was nice enough to let you know whenever Taehyung appeared at the floral shop looking for you. If you happened to be working a shift during that time, she would quickly slip you away and give him quick witted reasons to why you weren't available. She was ruthless, and for that reason alone she reminded you so much of how your mother used to be.

His texts, calls, letters and notes that he left for you were all easily ignored, all easily thrown away and deleted.

It hurt you to do so, but, you decided that, if you were going to live, you were going to have to go cold-turkey on Kim Taehyung.

Unfortunately, as a result, Sae got the brunt of it as well. Your conversations with her became excuses and you visited her at her school once every so often if only to keep up appearances--she allowed you the time, thinking that you needed space after the assault. It helped that you assured her that you would be fine--it helped that she was fooled into believing that you needed some time to process how to deal with all of the torment of that night.

Honestly, she was a really good friend to put up with your bullshit.

And so, you returned into the shell of a human being that you once were--back before Kim Taehyung ever gasped his way into your life.

This recoil was far more painful than the first time; perhaps that was because you knew that humanity had grown on you--having friends, being close to other people. You were social by human nature, and to realize that it would never be for you was something so agonizing that half of you was willing to die to this thing called love, if only to relieve some pain.

You had pulled out your silenced phone to check the time, ignoring the missed calls and texts that littered your notification screen. If it weren't for the fact that you hung out with Sae last weekend, you were sure texts from her would be scattered in-between Taehyung's.

Why are you avoiding me?

What did that guy do to you?

I'm worried about you.

I miss you.

You had to cover your mouth with the back of your hand, screwing your eyes shut as you tried to keep the flowers at bay. But the cough was already winding its way up your throat and soon you were hacking into your fist, letting the blood splatter into your palm. You closed your fist and pressed your knuckles against your lips. Though it seemed the fit was put to rest for now, you didn't want to open your eyes for fear you'd start coughing again. Soon you wouldn't be able to hide the effects of it anymore; soon you wouldn't be able to go out in public without looking like a Hanahaki victim. It had only been a month? Maybe? You couldn't remember. Time was blurring and felt longer than it actually was.

Pain flared up in your chest as a thorn dug into the back of your throat; you had a migraine.

Packing up your things with one hand so you didn't smear blood all over your stuff, you slung your bag over your shoulder and hurried to the bathroom--leaving Taehyung's texts unanswered.

~.~

By the end of the first month, the fainting spells started.

You were unsure what caused them, but you weren't about to go to a doctor to find out. You didn't want a time limit to your life--you didn't want to know how much longer you were going to make it. It was probably something with the pain; it was probably something with how Hanahaki affected the body, the nervous system, or some other bullshit. It didn't matter.

All that mattered was that the spells started and the first time it occurred you thought that it was the end for you; you thought you were going to die. You thought that maybe those black spots in your vision were the reaper spinning in to take you away. Just like your mother, you thought you were going to die right by the fucking toilet. Except for, you'd be alone.

As per usual.

Luckily--or unluckily, depending on how you looked at it--an hour later, you woke up with a splitting headache and dry scabs starting to form in your throat from dehydration. You drank from the faucet like a dog just to clear the burn, to swallow the tail ends of petals from the last rose.

Another would bloom in its place--they always did.

They would keep blooming until one was big enough to kill you.

Eyes shut as you leaned on the sink in exhaustion, you heard your phone ring next to you--earsplittingly loud for your current migraine. In an attempt to make it shut up, you accidentally hit the answer button. At first, you thought you succeeded. There was silence; and then:

"Y/N?"

Your eyes shot open as you stared at your phone, lips parted to speak but your brain refused your body.

"Y/N? Can you hear me?"

You ended the call before you did something stupid, before he heard another cough start. The emptiness in your throat caused you to turn to the toilet to vomit up lunch you didn't have yet.

As you gripped the edge of your toilet seat with white-knuckled hands, you realized that cutting Taehyung out of your life was easy; cutting him out of heart, however, was going to be harder than it sounded.

~.~

A month and a half in, Saeyoon found out.

It was supposed to be like any other time you hung out--she was going to show up at your place with food and a movie. As a result, you had prepared in advance. You made sure to clean every trace of flowers from your place and leave the rooms spotless. There would be no bloodstains, no empty boxes of tissues and cartons of ice cream. It would look as it always had before you contracted your Hanahaki.  You had been sweeping the dust bunnies off your floor, no warnings, nothing.

The next thing you remembered was waking up to the sound of her screaming.

Your eyes fluttered open as she fell to the ground beside you, her hands shaking but unable to touch you for fear of injuring you. Unfortunately, you weren't able to move fast to silence her worries, instead you only let out a groan, frowning at your hand still clutching the broom for dear life. You wanted to be strong for her, but it was always difficult when the spells snatched you out of nowhere.

"Y/N." She whispered, her eyes wide and reddening quickly in a way that had you slowly bringing your hand up to slap over her mouth.

"You're too loud." You murmured, brow furrowed. "I have a headache." And then you were sitting up, clutching at your forehead as you ducked your head into your chest to try and cool the nausea spinning red hot in your throat. "Could you get me some water?"

"Y-Yes." She was on her feet quickly, the fear calming down (though not gone) as she came back with an overfilled mug of water that practically soaked you when she placed it in your hands.

You took a long swig, soothing some of the ache before a conversation you were not ready to have.

Her eyes scanned your face, lingering on your mouth until you visibly saw the pieces click together in her head. And then angry Sae was rearing her face in a way that would have scared you and made you feel like you were losing her if it weren't for the fact that her anger came from a place of worry.

"How--" She had to look to the side to stop a snarl, shaking her head as she steeled her gaze with yours. "How far along are you?"

"A month, I think." You murmured, nodding to yourself. "Maybe a month and a half."

"And you didn't think to tell me?" Her voice cracked and you could tell she wanted to crash back down next to you and hug every flower from your lungs, but she was holding herself back out of anger, or maybe out of fear that she would unintentionally hurt you.

"I didn't want you to worry. I--"

"So me finding out by coming in and thinking you're dead is better?"

Your hands were shaking; you had to rest your elbows on your knees before you wound up dumping water all over yourself. "I don't know, Sae. What do you want me to say? Do you want me to--what do you want me to do? Whether you knew or not didn't change anything." You felt the tears drip onto your hands; you hadn't even realized you'd been crying until then and you hurriedly tried to wipe away what you could. "I was scared--I--I am scared." Your voice went up an octave as you tried, and failed, to keep it all in. Briefly you wondered how pathetic you looked from her point of view as you tilted your head up to meet her gaze, half sobbing half laughing. "I don't want to die, Sae--I'm not ready yet. There's still so much I want to do. I thought that, maybe, if I didn't tell you it wouldn't be real."

Her arms were around you in an instant, cradling you into her as if that would allow her to absorb some of your pain. "You're not going to die--I won't let you." She whispered. Though she was trying to be strong, you could feel dampness leeching through your hair where her cheek met your head. "It--" There was a pause as she licked her lips, trying to be tactful about it but she ultimately gave up on the idea entirely. "It's Taehyung, isn't it?"

You closed your eyes, fingers digging into the ceramic mug. "I want to hate him. He was never supposed to get close--he was supposed to just go away."

"It's my fault--if it wasn't for me barging in that day, you would--"

"It's no one's fault but my own, Sae. I'm the one that went and got feelings. I don't regret meeting you--hell, I don't regret meeting Taehyung. I just...I just wish that I could hate him."

"Did you see a doctor--maybe they have something..." But she knew best, after all, she had Hanahaki before you. She knew the answer, but blind hope was easier than admitting a truth; so you went with her, because you weren't ready to accept your fate yet either.

"The clinic gave me medication to improve my immune system. They said that, this way, I'll be able to recover from my fainting spells better. It'll help heal up the inside wounds so that I don't lose too much blood at one time."

"They'd never seen a rose strain before, have they?" She whispered.

"No one has. The last known case was four years ago in a small town in China."

The doom of your words hung in the air between you before you both tried to shove the fear under the rug and continue on. You had to continue on. You just had to.

"We'll get you over this--we'll get you over him. I'm not going to let this all end here; I worked too hard and lived too long to meet you to lose you this soon." She swallowed, squeezing you tighter. "So please, promise me that you won't keep anything from me anymore--promise me you won't try to shut me out."

You turned to bury your face into Sae's shoulder, wiping the tears from your face with her shirt. "I promise."

~.~

Another month, and then another, and you were so stagnant that you thought that maybe you had a chance. Maybe you would actually pull through this all.

And then you were forced to go to the hospital because blood refused to stop pouring from your mouth after you ripped out a chunk of a rose stem from your throat. Sae was at your place within five minutes of your SOS text, face red and breath heaving as she wrapped an arm around your shoulders and led you to a car you didn't know she had.

"It's not mine." She said at your questioning look as she tapped your hands up to keep them solidly holding onto the plastic cup you were using to avoid drooling blood everywhere. "It's Taehyung's."

You choked, fingers digging into the sides of the cup as you stared at her once again, eyes boring holes into the side of her face until she answered yet another unspoken question.

"He's--" Sae sighed, pressing her lips into a line that signaled that there was more to her home life than she was letting on. "Let's just say I have to keep lies for the both of you. He misses you though, which I'm sure you've seen in his texts. He never shuts up about you--which annoys Hyeri endlessly."

Before you could give her another pointed stare, she continued.

"Look, I get why you dropped him, and I'm not saying this because I want you to feel guilty. As a friend, I just want you to know that, for me, it's hard to be in the middle of this."

You reached out to rest your hand on her arm, squeezing gently. A part of you contemplated talking, but the last time you did you sprayed blood on the backside of your door.

"It's not your fault; none of this is anyone's fault. It's Hanahaki."

"Hanahaki is natural--it's a disease; it's no one's fault."

It was a longer car ride than either of you anticipated, and slowly you could feel your strength draining out your mouth. By the time you got to the hospital, you were a ghost in human skin. The moment the receptionist saw you, you were whisked away to the ER where they gave you a mini-transfusion and a nice IV with the promise that you could leave if you let them dope you up with a treatment they were working on. It was semi-experimental, entirely safe, but they wanted to see how it worked on increasing the strength in "terminal" Hanahaki cases. Essentially, you let them dope you up with vitamins in order to avoid an overnight stay.

Part of you wanted to ask what the point was in increasing the strength of someone who was going to die anyways, but they'd shoved cotton in your mouth to stop the blood flow. All you got out was a sassy scoff and a wave of nausea.

Turns out, the hospital wasn't full of as much bullshit as you originally thought. The treatment worked well--for a while.

You went from passing out three times a week to once a week.

And then, within a month, you were back up to three a week--then six, and then seven. Soon, your fainting spells became akin to clockwork. Anywhere from 2:19 to 3:47pm you had the possibility of hitting the floor, unconscious.  The first day that it occurred twice within that period of time was when Sae decided she was going to take you back to the hospital for a second shot at that treatment.

It didn't work twice.

~.~

The inevitable was bound to happen.

After all, the two of you attended the same college and, seeing how you were best friends with his sister, it didn't surprise you that, one day, you were going to see Taehyung again.

Three and a half months into your Hanahaki, that day came.

Technically, he was the one to see you first. If it had been you, you would have ran the other way and gone home immediately before he even caught wind of you. You weren't that lucky.

You had just gone to the campus library to return very overdue books, namely because you didn't have a choice--you weren't looking to pay the steep fees that came with being extra, extra late on your returns. Unfortunately, for you, it was the library where you first met Kim Taehyung; and god were you hoping that you wouldn't run into him.

That, obviously, was a hope that was quickly smashed into the ground when a hand closed around your wrist like a cuff and dragged you away from the dropbox just as you dumped your last book down the chute. You barely had time to wheel your feet underneath you properly before "leading you" away turned into "dragging you" away. When your eyes finally processed the back of your kidnapper, your teeth grit together on a petal, set on chewing it rather than letting him see signs of Hanahaki fall past your lips.

"Where are you taking me?"

"Somewhere quiet." His voice was short, softer than it used to be, and with a husk that you swore he didn't have before. But, maybe, being away from him for so long was making you imagine things. There were a lot of things about Taehyung that you didn't remember, but you had never made it a point to memorize his face. It wasn't like you were planning on falling for him to begin with.

It just happened.

"Why?"

He didn't look at you, and part of you was terrified that he was so mad at you that he wanted to officially end whatever fucked up friendship the two of you had--the other part of you told yourself that this was what you wanted. This was what you needed to get over him. But the other part was fucking awful at consoling the way it hurt every fiber of your being to imagine a life without Taehyung in it.

But Taehyung wasn't mad, no--that would have been easier than what he actually was. Kim Taehyung only knew how to be two things: happy, or sad. When he decided that the empty campus park was the perfect place to talk, he turned to face you with those damn glassy, red-rimmed eyes of his. Mad was an emotion that he reserved for the lowest of the low.

You hadn't reached that point yet.

His eyes scanned you, fully processing this version and comparing it to the one he used to know. You could see his worry created a crease between his brows.

"You've lost weight."

"You too." You murmured, nodding to his drooping shirt. "What do you want?"

"You--" He let out a breath that he must have been holding in for a while. "I haven't talked to you in months--you avoid my texts, calls--Anne won't let me past the door. Sae says you're fine, that you just need space--but you don't even come to class." He ran his hand through his hair, distracted by the way his hand felt around your wrist. "You're too thin, this much weight loss this quickly isn't healthy."

"Taehyung,"

"No--don't give me that 'Taehyung' like you're going to start listing all the reasons why you've been doing this. I don't want to hear that. I want you to explain to me why you've been avoiding me and only me. Did I do something wrong? I know you weren't the fondest of me to begin with but I wasn't lying when I said you were so important to me."

"I--" You tried to find the proper words, string together the right lies that would make sense in this context. But every straw you drew was a blank and nothing was matching up; Taehyung was smarter than the bullshit you could spew to him. "I didn't want you to see me breaking." You said finally; which wasn't a total lie.

He furrowed his brow on you, shaking his head. "That's what friends are for, Y/N. That's what I'm here for is to be there for you, you can rely on me."

"No." You murmured. "You're not. You're there to bring smiles and shit rainbows. You're there to make me believe that the opposite sex has something going for it--but that night. The things--I was afraid I would see him in you." Yes. Good lie, go with that. "I was afraid I would start hating you."

"Is that all?" He let out a breath of relief, something that must have been building within him for the past three and a half months. What released from him was something dangerous and fearful that had you shoving petals between your teeth and cheek. "That's all."

You nodded--the simple act a catalyst to the end. It was like you broke something in Taehyung that told him to stand back, to be anyone but himself around you. Suddenly his arms were folding you into his chest, holding you so tight that you thought he might break you. It would be a death fitting for you, a death you were willing to accept because you were once again reminded of how freaking safe Kim Taehyung felt.

"You're so thin."

"I've been battling demons." You chuckled, patting his back lightly in an attempt to get him to loosen his grip on you just a bit. "But I'm getting better; a lot better now actually. I guess I needed to see your stupid face after all."

His breath tickled your ear, sending a shockwave of goosebumps up your spine and across your arms. "I missed you. So much."  

And then, Taehyung's body shook with a cough and he was forced to let go of you--turn away from you.

"Let's just say that I have to keep lies for the both of you."

He hacked into his elbow, eyebrows knitted tightly together under his fringe. When the fit was over, he shifted and lifted his face just enough to meet your gaze.

A trail of yellow petals scattered around him and onto the grass between your feet.

Your eyes were glued to the petals, wide and frozen in a way that you had never been before. For once in your life, the images of your dying mother didn't come out of fear for losing your own life--it came out of fear of losing his.

"Sunflower?" You hated the way your voice cracked, your mind scanning through all of the Hanahaki text you read, trying to pluck Sunflower from the list of strains you knew of--but nothing was coming up. Everything was jumbled in your brain, like all that you knew was thrown into a blender without a lid, staining the ceiling. Were sunflowers a killing strain? Could people die from it? How rare? How deadly?

How painful?

"Yeah, there's a lot you missed." He chuckled, but it didn't reach his eyes. Before your mind could drive you insane with all the possibilities, Taehyung had your hands in his grasp once more. "Stop worrying; it's not a killing strand."

"How rare?" You whispered. "What's the death count--Taehyung I can't remember what--"

His hands shifted to your shoulders, forcing you to look up at him instead of wallowing in a whirlwind of thoughts going nowhere but to a fiery hellpit of fear and worry. "Y/N, calm down. Unless I am allergic to sunflowers--which I am not--I will not die from it. You won't lose me, I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere."

Your body must have visibly relaxed, because Taehyung was chuckling, his forehead dropping to touch yours in a way far too intimate for your Hanahaki heart to handle; but you managed just fine--if only because it seemed like he needed this moment more than you needed to escape it.

"But it's still painful, isn't it?"

You heard it more than saw it at first. You figured he was like you; he didn't want people to see him break, so you didn't want to look. But, apparently, Taehyung was completely fine as long as it was you. Because, when he tilted his head, his eyes were watering, his lip trembling as he tried to speak. "She--she--" And it was then that you watched the man that pulled you from the shadows--however forcibly--break. You watched the man that only ever wanted love, the man that you knew who loved a woman so unconditionally that he didn't seem to care or notice when age rotted her, break. "She found someone else--that night. They--they were friends at first. But I--it wasn't you--I was worried and she--I wouldn't stop--I'm so stupid. She said that we changed too much. She changed too much. It's not you it's me." He was making fractured sentences, unintelligible interpretations of her voice that fell into sobbing gibberish as his head dropped to your shoulder and this time it was you who became his snot rag.

You felt your own Hanahaki burn in the back of your throat--that familiar stabbing, stinging pain from a new bud forming. There would be a new flower you would cough up at home alone at three am when breathing was hard but bleeding was worse, but for once, that wasn't important. He was.

Because you loved him.

You honestly and truly loved Kim Taehyung.

You gingerly brushed his hair off his forehead, surprised at the sheer amount of sweat gathered there. Steeling yourself, you straightened your back and forced yourself to be stronger than you ever were. "You need to cough up what you can." You murmured, cradling him to your chest like a child. "Drink some hot beverage, have something to suck on. It'll be okay Taehyung, we'll--we'll get you through this. We got Sae through it together; I know that we can do the same for you."

He hiccupped into your shoulder, a fresh sob breaking something more fragile than hand-blown glass inside you. "Why? Why you? When you wouldn't talk to me--I didn't know what I would do without you. I was so scared...Y/N...I--"

The petals in your throat were forced down with a fresh wad of spit and you chewed on the inside of your cheek to stop from coughing up bloody rose petals on his head. "I'm sorry, Taehyung. I'm so sorry. I was just--I just never wanted you to see me as anything but the person that you always knew. I just needed some space and some time, it was never you. Me. It was because of me. You have to know that." You pressed your lips into a line, your lungs lacking enough oxygen with the rose blocking your airway--somehow, without coughing, you managed to get through it. If only because Taehyung needed you to get through it, and, for now, that was enough. "I don't need it now--I don't need any more space."

"Thank you." He murmured into your shirt. "Thank you, god. Thank you, thank you."

You swallowed the tears, the thorns, the roses and all of their stupid fucking leaves just to squeeze a hug around the giant baby in your arms.

Later that night, you would have to cough up a rose in your foyer and, after a moment of nausea and a glass of water, you would have to figure out how to clean dried blood off your floor. But that was later.

For now, Taehyung was the only person in your world.

[libidomechanica]

Untitled (“He cried”)

A sonnet sequence

               1

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               2

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               3

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               4

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               5

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               6

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               7

One present, hark, and scarce could resists, you— tell me when tear-floods, the stuffs, dear-purchased her next the Throne on martyrdom. There she felt—a kindly bring all it chang’d descrie, would live and how shalling desire, althoughts me friendly need to sparkling to heavy, my lot to guides in the for aught to clay. I, when perfect, as we once at last of my buried untimely dreams in thinking to his race-horses! Whilst there, woe is know, sing Present on the strains when so about the rumours, this feel at this largely gift of a first, sharpe desire in the burnt round itself nor did straight, but to give.

[cristenorite]

Before You Go To SNU (Chapter 1)

Relationships: Cho Sang-Woo/Seong Gi-Hun (main), Kang Sae-Byeok/Ji-Yeong (side)

Contents: Fluff, Light Angst, Established Relationship, High School AU, classmates, sangwoo is not a snake, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, one brief homophobic encounter but only for one chapter, sangwoo implies that he wants to have sex but they never actually do it, 17 year olds (pretend they're all the same age), Boys In Love, Slice of Life

Characters: Cho Sang-Woo, Seong Gi-Hun, Ali Abdul, Kang Sae-Byeok, Ji-Yeong, Hwang Jun-ho, Jang Deok-su, Han Min-yeo, Seong Gi-Hun's mother, Cho Sang-Woo's mother

Note: I cross-posted this from AO3 so if you're more comfortable reading there, you can go ahead and do that, this is also a multi-chapter fic. 3/5 chapters are uploaded

The leaves of the trees extending to the third-floor windows of the school have started to change color. The breeze has gotten colder as it passes through Sang-Woo and Gi-Hun entering the front gates. 

“Sang-Woo, fall is starting soon!” Gi-Hun exclaims, staring up joyfully at the faded hint of yellow on the leaves.

“Yeah. It is, isn’t it? Hyung.”

Sang-woo replies in a bit of an exhausted tone, causing Gi-Hun to turn his head at him.

Sang-Woo’s forehead had beads of sweat despite the colder temperature. His eyes were droopy if a bit tired. Sang-Woo’s actions are never normally this lethargic no matter how early it is in the morning. 

“Hey, Sang-Woo? Are you okay? You don’t look too well.” 

The other boy just pulled a slight smile and a nod. “Mhm.”

He’s not convinced. There’s definitely something wrong. Could he be sick? It seems like it.

Gi-Hun simultaneously put both his hands up, placing one on his forehead and the other on Sang-Woo’s. He felt an immense difference in heat. Sang-Woo had a fever.

He swiftly puts his hand back down and with a concerned tone blurts out “You’re burning up! Why did you come to school today?! Let’s go, I’ll take you back home!”

Gi-Hun grabbed his hand and tried to walk the other way to exit the school, but Sang-Woo didn’t move from his spot, making Gi-Hun stop in his tracks two steps in as he looked back at Sang-Woo. 

“No, hyung. You’ll be late for your classes. I can handle myself. Don’t worry.” the ill boy expressed smiling. But Gi-hun’s worry just grew even deeper. He would typically speak in a louder tone but it seems that he doesn’t even have the energy to do so right now.

“But-”

“Really, it’s alright.” Sang-Woo insists. 

Gi-Hun let go, hesitantly. “But, you have to tell me when you start feeling sick, alright?!”

“I will.”

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Gi-Hun repeatedly taps his pen on his notebook in concern. He’s sweating profusely but not as much as the boy sitting next to him.

Beside Gi-Hun sits Sang-Woo, trying to concentrate on the board while his head slightly rocks back and forth and his eyes slowly blinks.  

He fans himself with his notebook to try and cool himself down. His layered uniform isn't helping with the heat. 

The teacher continues on with the lecture as Gi-Hun starts heating up himself. His heart is beating too fast from the concern and restlessness. He can't take seeing Sang-Woo in this much discomfort. What if it's something serious? What if it's some sort of disease that needs to be treated early or else it could be fatal? What if Sang-Woo is so sick that he can't concentrate on the class so he fails school and he becomes a failure in life and Gi-Hun is at fault for not persuading him enough to go home?

There's no way he could let that happen to his lover. He can't make him go home now but the nurse's office is still there. He could convince him to go there. The earlier, the better! 

"Psst, Sang-Woo!" Gi-Hun whispers. "I think you should really go to the nurse's offi-" 

"No!" Sang-Woo interrupts, loud enough for the whole room to hear. 

The whole class quiets down as the teacher looks at the two. "What the hell is going on over there?! Stop chatting and focus on the lesson!" 

The pair looked down at their desk as a few giggles from their classmates echoed in the classroom. 

Gi-Hun's grip on his pen gets tighter while his simmering anxiety starts to boil. 

How is he supposed to concentrate when his boyfriend is suffering right next to him? His head spins and he wonders if Sang-Woo's head is also whirling making him feel nauseated. 

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"You're not sure if you wanna go on the field trip?" Sang-Woo asks, biting his rolled omelet. 

The pair chat sitting in front of each other at a table that has empty seats except theirs.

“Yeah. I think I’ll just stay at home and rest.” the boy replies, trying to hint at Sang-Woo to go rest himself. 

But of course, it doesn’t work. Sang-Woo has always been like this. Always persistent in school and studying. He even prioritizes it over himself. It's second on his priority list just right behind Gi-Hun. 

Gi-Hun has never been really sure why but it has never crossed his mind to question it either. For him, it's just the way Sang-Woo is and he never thought of it as something unusual. 

Even before they started dating, Sang-Woo had been trying his best on tests and recitations. He would give his best effort on projects and sometimes help Gi-Hun with his too. He would even tutor him sometimes for exams, though it has always been ineffective with the highest score Gi-Hun has gotten being a 79. 

One time, they went for a stroll together while eating street foods for a little date. But halfway through, Sang-Woo took out his bag and started doing his homework. 

Gi-Hun, a little annoyed, grabbed his notebook and raised it up. As if Sang-Woo wasn’t taller and more agile than him and could easily take it back. 

Sang-Woo reached for the pad but Gi-Hun leaned back causing the taller boy to push Gi-Hun and make both of them trip and fall. 

The notebook slipped right out of Gi-Hun’s hand and went straight into the nearby uncovered septic tank. 

All of Sang-Woo’s notes that he needed for studying and his activities were all ruined. Not to mention all the trouble they had to go through to try and get the notebook out of the tank. 

Sang-Woo gave him the silent treatment for 2 weeks after that while Gi-Hun just kept apologizing and giving him small gifts to try and make up for it. 

“But don’t you think going on the field trip would be more fun than just laying in bed all day?” Sang-Woo asks. “Besides, I would be all alone there if you don’t come.”

“No, you wouldn’t! You can have Ali be your partner instead of m--”

Sang-Woo was about to take another bite when he stopped and grimaced.

Gi-Hun immediately gets up and goes to the other side of the table to check on Sang-Woo. “Are you okay?!” he asks, loud enough for them to be the center of attention in the whole cafeteria. “This won’t work! We really need to get you to the infirmary right now!”

“I told you, I don’t want to--” Before he could finish his sentence, his vision gets blurry as he loses all strength and falls to the ground, dropping his chopsticks and half-eaten gyeran mari with him.

Gi-Hun’s eyes widened in horror seeing his lover on the ground, unconscious. The whole student body in the cafeteria also stares at Sang-Woo with surprised murmuring. 

He immediately kneels down and turns Sang-Woo’s body, gently slapping his face to try and wake him up. “Sang-Woo! Sang-Woo!” Gi-Hun cries out. 

But no luck. He’s completely passed out.

Without hesitating, Gi-Hun picks up the sick boy bridal style and begins running to the door. 

The whole crowd watches as he sprints, panic visible on his face. 

He would normally never have been able to carry Sang-Woo and run this easily. But his physical strength is no match for his concern and love for Sang-Woo. 

The boy ran like he had never ran before, being a bit more careful on the stairs trying not to drop Sang-Woo. 

Once he finally reaches the infirmary, he puts down Sang-Woo while still supporting him with one arm and opens the door.

“Help! This boy fainted and--” he stops. There was no one there.

He notices a paper on the door. It was a note that said: THE NURSE IS ON LUNCH BREAK. SHE WILL BE BACK AT 1:00 PM

...Shit. 

Gi-Hun sighs in annoyance but quickly picks up Sang-Woo with both hands again and heads inside.

The room had a pleasant and warm atmosphere and was as big as a classroom. The pastel pink walls with white stripes on the top and bottom held a large window peeking out on the outside campus. The floor was a melon color glossy enough to make it look slippery. There were three beds with pulled-back curtains in between. 

Gi-Hun heads to the bed closest to the window and lays Sang-Woo down. 

“Damn it.” he mumbles, looking down at Sang-Woo’s body lying motionless, pale and still showered with sweat. 

“Hyung?” he hears. 

He immediately kneels down. “Sang-Woo?!”

No response.

“Hyung.” he hears again.

That wasn’t Sang-Woo’s voice!

He looks up and sees—Ali.

Ali is a foreign exchange student. He’s been close friends with the couple since he got here. But especially Sang-Woo. Sometimes he gets bullied for being Pakistani but Gi-Hun and Sang-Woo always come to the rescue. 

“What happened to Sang-Woo, hyung?!” Ali gets closer, worried. “I heard about what happened in the cafeteria. Is he okay?!”

“I don’t know! He’s had a fever since this morning!” Gi-Hun takes a small towel out of his pocket. “Hey, Ali, can you soak this towel in the bathroom? I’m gonna put it on Sang-Woo’s forehead.”

“Yes, hyung!” Ali takes the towel from Gi-Hun and he runs off to do his task.

Gi-Hun centers his gaze back at Sang-Woo, bearing a fretful expression. 

He decides to look out the window for a bit, realizing there’s not much he could do.  The number of students outside the campus decreases as the clock strikes closer to one P.M. The vendor outside the gates makes him remember the moment they officially became lovers. It was just a month after the new school year started and class had just ended. They were walking out the gates together like they usually would when Sang-Woo looked at the food cart and the old lady they were buying dalgona candies from ever since they were still a kid playing squid games in the neighborhood playground. “You want one?” Sang-Woo offers.

“Hm? Oh, no, I’m not really craving sweet things right now.” 

Sang-Woo gulps. “Let’s have a competition.”

“Honeycombs? Why?”

“If you win, you can give me any order and I will follow it. If I win, I get to ask you a question.”

“Well, why don’t you just ask me the question now? I don’t think you need to go through all this trouble to ask me—” Gi-Hun stops when he sees how anxious and restless Sang-Woo is. He can’t stop sweating, he’s fidgeting, it’s like you can almost hear his heartbeat too. Is he trying to pull a prank? No. Sang-Woo isn’t the type of person to do that. “Alright.” It’s a strange request and he doesn’t know what he’s up to but it’s probably better to just let him before he has a heart attack.

The two approached the lady and bought two. Sang-Woo chose a heart shape and Gi-Hun got an umbrella. He doesn’t really want to make Sang-Woo do anything. He’d rather just hear the question. 

A few minutes pass when Gi-Hun hears a crack beside him. He turns his head to see Sang-Woo with a distraught expression holding a can of the heart-shaped dalgona candy, cracked right in the middle.

“Shit.” He hears Sang-Woo mutter which catches him a bit off-guard as Sang-Woo rarely curses. 

The heartbroken boy looks up to Gi-Hun with visible disappointment on his face. He looks like he’s about to cry. “Well, hyung, you win. What do you want me to do?” He forces a smile.

Gi-Hun eases his arched back. “Well, my order is…” he cocks his head. “...for you to tell me what your question is.”

Sang-Woo’s eyes widened. His lips purse as he contemplates.

 “Well? What is it?”

The boy hesitates. “Can I be your boyfriend?”

“Gi-Hun.” He snaps back to reality.

Gi-Hun turns around to see—Ali, holding a wet towel in his hand, and beside him, the nurse.

“Hyung.” Ali walks towards Gi-Hun. “I ran into her while heading back here so I thought to bring her along.” 

The nurse approaches the trio. “You two should head back to your classes now. Look at what time it is.” She points at the clock. 12:56 P.M. “You’re gonna be late for your afternoon classes. I’ll take care of him, don’t worry.” 

Gi-Hun gave the unconscious body a pensive look before exiting the room, Ali’s comforting arms around his shoulder. 

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Gi-Hun taps his feet at small but rapid heights. His eyes fixated on the wall clock above the teacher’s head. The teacher’s words go in one ear and out the other. There are only two minutes left before school ends at four. Why hasn’t he gone back yet? Has he still not woken up? It’s been 3 hours already though! Did something bad happen? Maybe he was going back to the classroom but then he fainted again and is laying in some hallway passed out.

His train of thoughts are interrupted by the loud bell that can be heard throughout the whole school. “Alright, class. Class dismissed.” the teacher announced. 

Gi-Hun takes his backpack and bolts out the door, completely ignoring his classmates yelling at him that he’s one of the cleaners today. 

He sprints through the hallway dodging other students in the way like he was playing some video game in real life, almost slipping in the very staircase that he tried so hard not to trip in earlier.

Meanwhile, Sang-Woo opens his eyes to the white concrete ceiling of the infirmary. He gets up slightly disoriented, holding his head. The pain and discomfort from before have weakened. He looks out the window to an orange-tinted campus, with an increasing number of students rushing out. What time was it? He looks at the clock on the wall. 3:58 P.M. 

“Awake now?” a voice asks from beside him. He turns his head to see the nurse with a cup of water. 

“Who…”—he looks around the room— “How did I get here ma’am?”

“Your friend brought you here. The one with the puppy dog eyes.”

“Gi-Hun.”

“Yes! Him! That was the name your other friend mentioned.”

“My other friend?”

“The foreign exchange student. I think his name is Ali.”

“I see.” Sang-Woo looks down, trying to hide his smile.

“He’s a good friend, you know.” The nurse pulls back the curtains. “I heard he carried you here bridal style and ran as fast as he could. I think he was even willing to miss his afternoon classes to take care of you if he needed to.” She offers him the cup of water.

Sang-Woo accepts, contemplating if he should tell her. “Oh… he’s actually my boyfriend.”

She pauses.

“Even better!” she exclaims. “Don’t let him go, okay? He’s gonna make a fine life partner.”

“Yeah, I think so too.” he agrees, hints of pink appearing on his cheekbones. 

“Well, school’s almost over. Drink that and go home once you’re ready.”

Sang-Woo nods and chugs the cup while the nurse walks back to her desk. 

He sits in thought for a short moment before getting up to leave.

He was gonna open the door when it opened for him. On the other side was Gi-Hun, his worried expression quickly getting replaced with relief once he sees Sang-Woo. 

“Hyung.” was the only word Sang-Woo could get out before Gi-Hun hugs him, so hard almost knocking him to the ground.

“Oh, thank God.” he could hear Gi-Hun say through his exhausted breaths. “Are you okay?”

Sang-Woo puts his arms on Gi-Hun’s back. “Hyung, I’m alright.” he pulls away from the hug and steps out of the room. He turns around to close the door to see the nurse, staring at them with a sweet smile on her face. This warms Sang-Woo’s heart a bit as the door slides shut completely. 

He walks over to the window, Gi-Hun following behind him. “Thank you. Hyung,” he says with a soft tone and a warm smile. 

Gi-Hun smiles, though his eyebrows are curved down. “Sang-Woo, can I ask you something?”

“Anything.”

Gi-Hun steps closer. “Why… do you work so hard with school? I mean, if you’re willing to sacrifice your health for it, surely you must have a good reason.”

Sang-Woo looks at the tangerine sky above him. “Do you remember that time in middle school when we were talking about what we wanted our future spouses to be like?” Gi-Hun doesn’t respond. This seems like a rhetorical question. “I told you I just wanted someone who had bright eyes and a bright smile who cared much for their loved ones. I even said I wanted someone who didn’t drink regular milk! I didn’t know how dense you were to not figure that one out.” he laughs.

Gi-Hun chuckles with him. Looking back at it, Sang-Woo did leave a few hints about his feelings for him, but somehow, Gi-Hun missed them all. 

Sang-Woo continues “And then you told me what type of person you wanted to marry. You said you wanted someone who got into a prestigious university and has a job that makes good money. You said you wanted someone smart and hardworking.” Sang-Woo puts his head down as Gi-Hun raises his, realizing the situation. “So… I decided to become that person. I needed good grades if I wanted to go to a reputable university so I had to study hard. So I can become the type of person you want to live your life with.”

A pang of guilt strikes Gi-Hun. Who knew that a statement he made passively as a 13-year-old would affect someone’s life this much? Who knew that Sang-Woo’s feelings were strong enough for him to go to such measure? Because of that one conversation, Sang-Woo probably forced himself to work harder. Just to please Gi-Hun.

He moves closer to the reminiscing boy. “Sang-Woo… I’m so sorr-”

“No, don’t apologize! I didn’t tell you that to guilt-trip you or anything! I actually am pretty grateful for it. Without that, I wouldn’t be as hardworking as I am now. My mom is also much happier with me getting high grades. And… I love that you’re the motivation for all of this.” he fidgets with his fingers before he feels Gi-Hun’s hand on top of his. 

Their ears blush with the cold breeze bringing in a vibrant orange leaf on top of their interlocked limbs. Fall has started.

Chapter 2:

[mmslooney007]

The (long-ish) Review No One Needed Or Asked For ™ - Happiness

Character-wise

Two Cops, (one specifying in Terrorism Suppression), two childhood friends, (one of which who was always in love q with the other), one apartment. They do share the same "infected people are people too" mindset, which got on my nerves most of the time, but I think that was definitely for the sake of plot. It worked.

Featuring a whole cast of side characters you want to sentence to death, a slim few who you loved, and maybe one that didn't deserve it.

Plot-Wise

I knew by episode one this wasn't going to be a spectacular Zombie series. I was half wrong. If you look at it through the lens of reading the human heart in a time of crisis, then it makes sense. It works and very well done until the last episode. I like the nod it did to the pandemic.

Not to be that person, but I know a few commenters complained about plot-holes. I don't believe a story will ever get away without having a few of them, but as long as it's not a gaping hole, then I'm generally not offended. SO IMAGINE MY ABSOLUTE RAGE WHEN YI HYUN JUST SAYS SOME PEOPLE DONT CONTRACT THE DISEASE BY TAKING NEXT. No. No baby boy no. And how would YOU know that?

Moving on, I thought they did a great job with the cast of renters. Great to hate. And I liked that the Zombie effects were episodic? I don't think I've ever heard of that before. It helped aid in the "Zombies are people too" dialogue. Alot more people should have gotten scratched tho.

Confusion

Siiiigh. I got some questions. 1) why weren't there more Zombies? Y'all saw that whole complex. I mentally kept telling myself "maybe a lot more people got ate up than just bitten, and the campus seems huge" but dang man. And like I said, it's more of a Zombie SUBplot, but man. Why.

2) How in the world was the Republic of Korea OK after a couple of weeks without the cure? The math don't math.

3) Why did y'all feel the need to insert Andrew like that??? I was down for the added tension and basically climax, but my guy, it felt like it came out of nowhere? I wish they kind of built up to it more is all. It was cool, but I felt a bit... underwhelmed?

My complaints. The last two episodes felt super rushed. Tonally, slightly off in my opinion? I love comic relief, and some of that was hilarious (like when Sae Bom was hugging the lieutenant), but also my girl out here caught the virus all over again when she kissed that man. I know they said it could only be transferred through blood but bruuuuuh. They deserved their good 5 minute first-kiss scene ELSEWHERE.

Takeaway

At least that epidemic was just a dream for them #twentytwentytoo. That cute little family lived tho! I love that for them.

My Rating...

8/10

You'll vote for me to be the building representative, right?

[agustdomain]

Sorry but what was the name of that bts fanfic with « flower diseases » you reblogged again? There was Taeyung and the reader whose mother died bc her husband had fallen out of love with her... thanks in advance !

Oh! No need to apologize!

This insanely beautiful and addictive read is @evangelene‘s masterpiece titled Strain. It’s a Hanahaki au that I HIGHLY recommend. My lovely friend is so talented and hurtful with her writing, and DEFINITELY KNOWS HOW TO SLAUGHTER YOUR HEART. She does it so effortlessly and like a punch to the gut, simply because you can’t help but fall in love with her characters. Not to mention how she ALWAYS portrays Taehyung. You can’t help but fall for him in pretty much anything she writes. And her OC and Sae and gafjhskdhndsklfhsdl I could go on all day. Prepare yourself though! You’re gonna feel like you have the disease right along with- you’ll see (;

Here’s part one! She has four parts out so far and I’m scared for the next. But either way, it is going to be phenomenal. Sorry for the ramble. Go show Strain a lot of love

(I have such an obsession with posting gifs on here… I should tone it down haha)