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Lookism OC

@akirayuri Meet Ryuu's teacher - the most chaotic person lol

Name :

Korean : Lee Jong-gyu

Birth Name : Tatsunari Santiago

English : Mickey Jung

Nickname : First Generation Queen, Haetae of Incheon, YAMI

Nationality : Korean

Ethnicity : Brazilian - Japanese

Gender : Female

Pronouns : (she/her)

Name Used : Lee Jong-gyu

Territory : Incheon

Age :

* Korean : 23 (2 years ahead) * American : 21

Height : 6'3.5"(193 cm)

Martial Arts :

- Taekwondo (ITF & WTF) - Capoeira - BJJ

Hair Color : Dark brown

Eye Color : Heterochromatic (one gray eye - one black eye)

Occupation(s) : college student (pursuing cognitive science and physiology masters) , webcomic creator, gym owner

Likes : iced coffee and ice cream, the smell of fried foods, cats, weights training, cycling, watching tournaments, motorcycles

Dislikes : those who are bigoted, her students' tendencies to get in trouble, the Choi family, her biological parents

Appearance : Yami-kwak is a young woman of above average height. She has a highly musculated and somewhat curvaceous physique with a body-fat percentage of about 18%. She usually puts gold highlights in her hair and wears golden eyeliner, which contrasts well with her tanned skin. She is heterochromatic and sometines wears dark green contacts, but usually sticks with her round, tinted spectacles with chains. She has a beauty mark on her cheek and long lower lashes.

She usually dressed in a business casual style or a more toned down and modernized gothic style for college. Usually for business meetings, she dresses in a three piece suit and heels - often with an unbuttoned shirt. In the gym itself she usually wears her dobok for taekwondo, abadas and a layered shirt for capoeira, or leggings paired with cropped shirts and long shorts for general training.

Yami also has three symmetrical piercings for her ears and no other body piercings. She does wear chained rings at times along with the occasional choker, but prefers to not wear jewelry much. She usually has her hair down or in a loose bun. She also has three tattoos : one silver and white dragon on her left forearm, a set of poetry in Japanese kanji alongside spider lilies of her right bicep, and a jaguar at the small of her back. She has a small scar on her chin.

Personality :

INTJ

Yami is a very moody individual that attempts to control herself through analyzing those around her. She can be quite blunt, but she prefers to be sarcastic and judgemental. However, towards those she cares for, she is incredibly protective.

Fighting Style(s) :

She uses mainly - if not only - capoeira and both forms of taekwondo - but Yami is much more naturally talented with her fists and in jiujutsu. As a result, she tries to only fight with her hands as her legs can cause too much damage. She also isn't afraid of fighting slightly dirty and ending a fight before she succumbs to her anger issues.

Aesthetic Board :

Relationships :

Family

Paternal Grandmother : Miela Santiago (alive - bussinesswoman)

Biological Father : Emery Santiago (alive - actor)

Biological Mother : Toshihito Nuihime (alive - royalty | professor)

Adoptive Mom #1 : Jung Sooeun (alive - doctor)

Adoptive Mom #2 : Kwak Hwaraon (alive - chef)

Adoptive step-sibling : Kwak Jiho (alive - student | trainee)

Friends

Taesoo Ma

DG

Jung Rui

Gun and Goo

The Numbered

Vinny Hong

Students

Ryuu Nakamura

Shen Yuan

Kwak Jiho

Lua Im

Seong Haru

Seong Taehoon

Background :

Yami was born between a member of the Japanese Imperial household and a Brazillian actor. She hadn't been raised by her parents for about 3 years when her mother's family found out and ordered her mother to leave them. After her parents separated, Yami was raised by her father and paternal grandmother for a year until her father was engaged. In order to keep up his image, her grandmother put her up for adoption when they left to visit one of her old friend in Korea.

Yami survived on the goodwill of strangers and stayed with a friend she made until she ran into a motorcycle one day on her way home. When she was sent to the hospital, the attending doctor decided to take her back home and take care of her. The doctor was married to an entertainment CEO, but she promptly divorced him after a month or so and got remarried in a year, taking Yami under her guardianship and adopting her. Charles pulled string for her to get adopted so she was in his debt and met Gun and Goo through this.

Yami then decided to go into training in martial arts, signing up for capoeira. She had been in taekwondo since she was 4 and she trains under Seong Hanseoo, eventually surpassing him in her senior year of high school. She attended Jeung-Roe Girls' School in the martial arts department and established the strongest gang in Incheon - the Silent Reapers.

She befriended Taesoo Ma and James Lee. When James came to fight her, she defeated him just barely and in turn, he spared her gang but her story never spread. She then went on to attend college and spread her gym branches around Seoul. She is currently working freelance and serving in the military.

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Seo Eunkyo Instagram Reels 210804 with Esther and Sooeun

해맑은 우리들👭🧍🏻‍♀️👩‍👧‍👧 힙해지고 싶어요🤪🤪🤪 쑤은언니 생일축하해요🎂🎂🎂😘😘😘 #릴스

[terminusantequem]

Sooeun Baik (South Korean, b. 1986), Promise. Gouache, acrylic and watercolor on canvas, 29 x 24 in.

[daisyjoners]

🍸 + naeun, você e a soo sentadas numa arvore, se beijando sem parar, o que acha disso?

SERIA O MEU SONHO DE PRINCESA, imagina só? A Soomae beija muito bem e eu adoraria dar um revival nos nossos beijos de antigamente, mas sabe como é… Nossa chance já foi, ela não estava preparada e eu acho melhor não incomodar. Quem sabe nos meus sonhos isso não aconteça de novo?

[alainlavoie]

HBD Gangkiz Sooeun and Sunny Hill Jubi , an amazing day for both , my edit all rights to respectfull owners 🌟🌟🌟 🎈🎈🎈 🎁🎁🎁 🎂🎂🎂 #KPOP #Gangkiz #Sooeun #SunnyHill #Jubi images CR : Pinterest

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Idol Life Ship for @benaslindabikoalayim

Company: SM Entertainment

Stage Name: Sooeun (수은)

Position: Leader, Main Dancer, Lead Vocalist, Center

Group Name: One Of These Nights (이 밤 중 하나)

Disband After: 7 years

Number and Nationality of Members: 4

• 2 Korean

• 2 Chinese

• You

Fandom Name: Circus

Lightstick: A pink neon palm tree

Official Colours: Hot Pink and White

Concept: Pop/RnB/Summer

Debut Album: Circus

Debut Song: All Night

Sister Group: SNSD

Brother Group: SHINee

Best Friends: Felix (Stray Kids)

Yeeun (CLC)

Boyfriend: Dino (Seventeen)

Ship Name: Soochan

Who Has A Crush On You: Sanha (Astro)

After Disband: You become an actress

I hope you liked it xx

[inejghafz]

beep + taeyoung, olimi, minmi, sooeun

send “beep” for a random text from my muse.

a confession via text, to → taeho 💙

ahyoung (blanc et rouge): hey, taeho, me desculpa a demora

ahyoung (blanc et rouge): eu passei esse tempo todo pensando em como te responder, e percebi que somos adultos e temos que lidar com as coisas de forma clara e sem joguinhos

ahyoung (blanc et rouge): então, não, eu não posso me encontrar com você hoje à noite

ahyoung (blanc et rouge): eu acho que isso está indo longe demais, sabe?

ahyoung (blanc et rouge): desde o começo eu tenho medo de te magoar, ou de magoar a seungwan, mas a certeza que eu tenho é que quem vai sair magoada sou eu

ahyoung (blanc et rouge): porque eu estou apaixonada por você, taeho

ahyoung (blanc et rouge): e eu não posso te ver sem pensar no quanto eu quero passar o resto da minha vida contigo

ahyoung (blanc et rouge): então, é isso. 

ahyoung (blanc et rouge): eu não sei se você e a seungwan estão preparados pra uma nova pessoa na vida de vocês, e é por isso que eu vou me afastar.

ahyoung (blanc et rouge): eu te amo

ahyoung (blanc et rouge): até algum dia

a concerned text, to → soulmate 👅

la aceituna: eunnie?

la aceituna: você tá ai?

la aceituna: já tem mais de uma hora que eu pedi pro motorista te pegar

la aceituna: você não mora tão longe assim…

la aceituna: por favor me responde, eu estou preocupada

a sad text, to → alienígena 🖖 

radio god 📻: sunny

radio god 📻: onde você tá?

radio god 📻: tem como vir pra casa? eu estou precisando de você

radio god 📻: acabei de receber uma ligação e…

radio god 📻: meu pai ta no hospital de novo, sunmi

radio god 📻: e segundo a mãe, dessa vez ele tá bem pior

radio god 📻: eu não sei o que fazer, eu só… preciso de você 

radio god 📻: me liga quando ler essa mensagem

a heartbreaking text, to → nana 🌻

galaxy defender 🚀: eu…

galaxy defender 🚀: nossa, escrever isso aqui tá acabando comigo, mas o que eu estou fazendo não é justo contigo

galaxy defender 🚀: você merece alguém que esteja de corpo e alma contigo

galaxy defender 🚀: alguém que não é quebrado, e que vá te amar da maneira que você merece

galaxy defender 🚀: e esse alguém não sou eu

galaxy defender 🚀: você merece alguém melhor

galaxy defender 🚀: eu te amo, naeun, MUITO

galaxy defender 🚀: e é por isso que eu vou te deixar

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[theycallme-tunathot]

Sexting

Pairing: Wonho x Reader Rating: Solid R rating Warnings: sexting Author’s Note: I hope you guys enjoy this! Don’t be afraid to let me know what you think!

"So how long have you and Wonho been together again?"

"You spend too much time with him."

The comment, of course, was directed at me. In my group of friends, it seemed that I was the only one who consistently either cancelled plans or ditched at the last minute mainly due to my aching need to hang out with my boyfriend. While I didn't think much of it when I texted a quick apology for cancelling on them, I could see now how flakey I'd been.

Smiling sheepishly, I let out a quiet laugh. "I don't mean to, it just happens."

"Guys, don't make her feel bad," Aera said from beside me, taking me into a one-armed hug. "Who could blame her? Her boyfriend is sex on legs—give her a break."

My face warmed at her statement as I heard the other two, Sooeun and Elise, agree emphatically.

"How did you manage to get away for a day out shopping anyway?" Sooeun asked, craning her neck to see me over Elise’s high bun.

I shrugged, "Well, I'm not sure Aera gave me much choice. She lured me from my cave with promises of cupcakes, shopping and a chance to catch up with you ladies. I didn't know it'd been a whole three months since I last saw you guys."

"It was at my first group dinner at me and Adrian's new apartment," Elise responded, tucking a few stray blonde hairs behind her ear. "You brought Wonho then right?"

"Yeah."

"Aera is right, you snagged a hot one," she replied proudly.

A hot blush spread through my cheeks. Before I could reply with something to change the subject I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. Pulling it out, I saw it was Wonho.

"Speak of the devil," I said, waving my phone at the group before unlocking it to read the message beneath a picture of a large bowl of ramen.

Mmm, eating this, all to myself.

I rolled my eyes before texting him back.

I'm about to eat cupcakes, hardly feel jealous of you.

Slipping my phone back into my pocket, we rounded into the first store of the afternoon. As I strolled into H&M, bringing up the rear of our group, I smiled at the idea of spending some money on a new outfit.  Something cute, perhaps something I could wear to dinner with Wonho one night.  

My phone buzzed again.

What kind of cupcakes?

I bit my lip and began texting back.  Not sure yet. We're still shopping.

Wonho fired back so fast, I didn't have time to look up when I heard my name.

Eh, I'm still having the better day, obvs.

"Hey, what did I tell you about your phone? Now come try on this cute skirt before I try it on myself," Elise said, pulling me by my arm toward the fitting rooms.

Elise was always the trendier friend in the group. She wore things that were typically fashion forward and somehow always looked like she'd just walked off some European runway. The skirt she chose was actually, pretty fucking cute. It was a skater skirt, white and had a cute red floral print following around the side. It fit comfortably around my waist and I grinned. Digging through my discarded jeans, I picked up my phone and took a picture.

Biting my lip, I quickly sent the picture to Wonho.  Cute or nah?

Once it was sent, I tossed it back onto my jeans that lay on the bench and walked out to see a patient Elise. She looked up from her own phone and grinned. "That is super cute.  It looks a little long on you."

"I have short legs."

She laughed. "You're buying this skirt, regardless."

My fingers captured the price tag and I could instantaneously feel my wallet getting lighter. "It's kinda pricy though."

"Come on, treat yourself to a cute skirt that you don't have to wait for a nice party to wear. It's casual enough you could wear it out of the store and still look like you were on a shopping trip with friends," Elise reasoned.

She might've been right, but this was always my problem with shopping. I wasn't decisive enough when it came to what I would actually leave the store with. I'd sift through clothes for an hour and I'd change my mind about a dozen times before reaching the register.

"It is really cute though."

"Very cute. Right Aera?"

I didn't even notice that Aera was looking in the full body mirror off to the right, looking at how the purple dress she'd picked out hugged her curves.

When she looked over, she grinned, walking toward us. "Now that's a rare sight," she said, noting how infrequently I wore a skirt...or a dress.

"It's amazing right?"

"Buy it. Really all we'd have to do is take it up a bit, make it a little shorter you know?" Aera gushed, reaching out to touch the material. "You know who'd like this?"

Furrowing my eyebrows, I shook my head. "Who?"

"Wonho."

I couldn't stop the blush that spread over my face.  

"He'd grab for this material all night if you wore it out," Aera continued.

"Shut up, both of you."

Going back into the dressing room, I started changing out of the skirt before I saw I had an unread message from my boyfriend.

Yeah, you could say that.

I'm just trying to change it up you know? I texted back.

But the real fitting room test is how that skirt would look on the floor right?

I almost gasped in shock but remembered I was in public and also in a dressing room. My thumbs gripped lightly at the waistband and I considered my next move.  

I was going to do it.  

I knew this had the chance of backfiring, but somehow that didn't stop me from searching for the seamless zipper. Fingers deftly gripped the metal zipper, cool against my slowly warming skin. The beautiful texture felt heavenly against my freshly shaved legs. I watched it pool around my feet in a daze. Snapping a quick picture, I grinned. I made sure my thighs were on full display and a portion of my panties could be seen too.  

I wondered how long I would have to wait, but as soon as my phone marked the photo as delivered, I got an almost immediate response.

Are you really going to start this?

Start what?

Maybe I knew what he was referring to, but I was sure he wouldn't try anything too drastic, considering he knew I was out with friends.

Play coy all you want, but you're going to regret sending that photo :) have a lovely day out with your friends, see you when you get home.

Back it went into my pocket and to the cash register I went, picking up a jean jacket along the way.

Nearly two hours later, we were stopped for lunch. After voicing my order to our highly flirty waiter, I looked down at my phone to see I missed a text from Wonho. It was a picture message. I debated answering it. His last text message was a bit foreboding and I wasn't sure what I would see in this picture.

"So how long have you and Wonho been together again?" Sooeun asked from my right.

Jumping slightly at the question, I smiled as I set my hands atop my lap.

"Almost a year."

"Nice. How's it been?"

I gave out a breathy laugh, "Fast."

The other girls laughed, nodding.

"Me and Adrian's first year went by really fast as well," Elise replied, referring to her first year of marriage.

"I don't know, me and Hojun’s first year was rough," Sooeun said, picking up her cup of tea. "I mean, that year dragged like a bad movie."

We all nodded in agreement. Thankfully they both found a different way to approach their relationship and things seemingly calmed down by the second year. Now they were three-and-a-half years into their relationship.

"Well, I'm glad to report that my first few months with a guy I like to call Captain Morgan has been going strong and steady."

We looked toward Aera as she took a generous sip of her rum and coke, flashing us all a wink.

I laughed, shaking my head, "I'm personally more partial to my buddy, Jim Bean."

As everyone laughed, Sooeun beginning to talk about her plans for all of us to go on a cruise, I looked down at my phone's blank screen.  Part of me really wanted to see the picture but I knew Wonho was up to no good, especially after my last text. But I'd have to see it at some point, right?  And my curiosity was nearly debilitating.

Pressing my thumb to the home button, I watched as the screen lit up. With a determination that I wasn't quite supportive of, I opened my messaging app and touched Wonho’s thread.

The picture that met me was small, and pale. I wasn't sure what it was so I had to touch it to blow the picture up.

I was immediately looking at his stomach, more specifically, his abs. His pale skin glowed under the natural light that seemed to pour in from the window in the living room. He was in the perfect spot for the light to bounce of the ridges and curves of the toned muscles. It was enough to jarre me out of the conversation and tune my friends out.  

Perhaps not the first thought that came to my mind but maybe a few seconds after my initial reaction to the picture was hardly his desired effect.

Are you seriously sitting around the house eating pizza shirtless?

I sat my phone down, unable to stop smiling as I grabbed for my own glass of water. Like a woman traveling through the Sahara, I clung to my glass of water pretending to listen to Aera as she explained the new duties she had at her job.

My phone buzzed against my thigh and I looked down, quickly unlocking the phone to see another photo.

Clicking it, a picture of his thighs filled my screen and for a moment, I felt like I was about to stop breathing. He looked good. My eyes glued to the screen I could feel the shift in my breathing pattern. I could also feel how warm my neck was.  

Biting my lip as I let my eyes slowly travel up his thighs I noticed a series of small pink lines. It was light but it was noticeable against his light skin. It didn't take long for my mind to connect the lines to the previous night when my head was buried between his thighs on a mission to give him everything I had and more. It was a series of scratches that were the apex of listening Wonho’s moans fill the bedroom with such a sound, the lust so intense and thick I could feel my own arousal building into a frenzy. In a desperate need to release some of my own tension, I scratched down his thighs.

And was he flexing his thigh muscles in this picture too? His already toned thighs looked even more so with the way his positioned his legs, the muscles constricting in a way that only fueled my lust.

The whole point of this photo was to shut me up. That much was perfectly clear. And I'm sure he wanted to show that he was also devoid of pants, sitting around, eating pizza at the house in nothing but his boxer briefs.

Wonho, I'm at lunch. Stop.

Taking a deep breath, I typed out that text and threw the phone onto the table. I didn't mean for it to thud so loudly against the wooden material but I also could feel this surge of energy rolling through me. It felt so surreal, especially as I sat there in public. These weren't typically feelings I had in public. But thanks to Wonho and his need to silence me, I was sitting in a crowded restaurant during a lunch rush on a Saturday, my mind unable to focus on much of anything except the pair of thighs that just popped up on my phone.  

This was getting really fucking exhausting.

“Everything okay Y/N?” Sooeun asked.

It took my mind considerably longer to register the actual question and by the time I looked up the whole table was staring. "I'm sorry?"

"Are you okay?" she repeated.

I nodded my head first, seeing as my brain was too preoccupied to aid in a verbal response. Swallowing the thick lump in my throat, I smiled weakly. "I'm fine, why?"

"You're all...flustered," Elise said, waving her hand in front of her face to indicate how red I probably was.

"Your face is the same color as Sooeun's handbag," Aera commented.

With wide eyes and a weak smile still playing on my face, I lightly shrugged.  "I'm fine. I think I just need some fresh air."

I quickly rose to my feet, picking up my phone. I was in the process of making a very reactionary decision. Sure, it looked awkward and strange to everyone at the table, but I couldn't sit here, not in the mental state I was quickly slipping into.

I was almost able to ignore Aera's look of confusion. "Bitch, we're sitting on the patio."

There wasn't a second glance cast back at the table as I excused myself, phone in hand. Weaving my way through countless tables trying to make it to the front set of restrooms, I tried to calm myself down. Wonho wanted a reaction out of me. That's why he was doing this. Giving Wonho what he wanted was beneficial in most cases. But I was nearly twenty minutes away from my apartment where he was currently held up and the game was different. Eliciting an expected or even desired response would send a message I wasn't really proud of.

I rushed toward the public bathrooms toward the front, shutting myself into the family stall. I also never felt myself so nervous before. Sexting in public was an area I had no experience in. How far did I go? How much or little did I reveal?  

All I could be sure of at this point was how hot my skin felt on an autumn day. The weather was mild and the sun was in no way beating down. But it like I was living through the most humid spring day of my life. Even inside a bathroom, I could still feel my skin burning.

As I considered what picture to send to get Wonho off my back, I bit my bottom lip. It was my anxious habit. If I was anxious or nervous it naturally happened. Almost immediately after letting my teeth sink into the skin, the idea formulated almost naturally. Wonho absolutely hates when I do it. He says it's "unfair." He usually said this with a look of desperation on his face and his fingers reaching out for me. It was a weapon and I felt justified in using it.

Once my mind was made up, I wasted no time snapping the perfect picture of me biting my lip. I also made sure he could see my neck in the picture as well, something else I knew would be sufficient enough to make him back off.

Five minutes passed with no response and I deemed myself the winner, walking back to rejoin my friends at the table.

Another few seconds passed as they stared at me before Aera took another long gulp of her third rum and coke and went into a tirade about some bitch named Chaemin at work. As they all turned their attention to the increasingly less sober friend at the table, I looked down at my illuminated lock screen again, almost in disbelief.

Another fucking message from Wonho.

My boyfriend was an evil person at times. And not the conventional evil either. He warned me about going out with my friends on a shopping trip when I proposed the idea last night. I knew he'd be a little upset about it, considering having the same day off was not a common occurrence between us. But I shot back with the pouting bottom lip, the doe eyes, I even compromised with him. Instead of him going down on me, I offered to give him my most glorious blow job. He accepted it—only if I didn't orgasm at all.

I could've sworn that was my punishment for spending the day away from him. But with that recent photo, it didn't seem like Wonho wanted me to pay for sending that photo of the skirt in the dressing room. No, this was his passive aggressive side kicking in. He was still pissed off that I wasn't at home with him, eating pizza with no shirt on.

My phone lighting up again, made me snatch it off the table. There was no telling what he just sent and I wasn't about to have Aera peek over in her less-than-sober state and parade my phone around the restaurant to show off the picture.

Making sure everyone was laughing and giving Aera their full attention, I unlocked my phone and was met with a photo of my boyfriend's hips. It would've been okay if it were just the hips.  

But no.  

His thumb was hooked beneath the waistband of his boxer briefs on the right side. I probably would've still been able to keep my cool if that thumb wasn't stretching and pulling the waistband down, showing off plenty of his hipbone. I could feel my mouth water at the way the light tapered off around his smooth v-line, a sight I was now begging to see again. Just a strongly as the lust, a surge of rage flooded me. I was a woman fighting the urge to throw my phone at the patio's glass doors.

And there was a message to accompany it.

Is the food good?

I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. My mind was beginning to cloud and I wasn't sure what I would say that didn't sound like I was upset or worked up. It needed to convey to him that he wasn't affecting me, but let's be fucking real—I was very fucking affected. I wasn't sure if it was sweat or me, but my thighs seemed to warm considerably, no matter how hard I tried to calm myself down.

Closing my eyes for a brief second, I was able to clear my mind enough to operate my phone properly. Tightening my slackened grip on the phone, I furiously texted a response.

Better than pizza.

Letting it hit my lap, I tried my hardest to ignore the need to hit something—anything really. I also tried to ignore the side of me that was willing to end lunch here and now, hike all the way back to my car at the mall and drive home. It was the weak part of me.

Wonho’s visual response came like rapid fire. It was in the form of a picture of him slipping his hand further down the front of his boxer briefs, the material straining slightly. He was cupping himself, his fingers digging into the cotton material.  

And all of a sudden it was as if I blacked out for a few seconds. The way my skin began to buzz, my lips so sensitive that merely pressing them together to prevent a gasp from escaping made me shiver slightly was honestly more annoying than I previously thought. If I were standing, surely my legs would've given out and I would've fallen. All I could see was Wonho lounging on the couch at home, touching himself, ignoring whatever he was watching.  The way his teeth would drag so painfully slow over his bottom lip, the soft pink skin only getting darker as he would bite harder.  His large hands wrapped firmly around his throbbing--

"Earth to Y/N!"

The shout tore me straight away. When my vision finally returned to normal, the image of Wonho retreating to the darker recesses of my mind, I looked up confused. "What?"

"Sooeun was asking you a question," Elise said, the look of concern making me feel slightly alarmed.

How long had I been staring at nothing? How long had I mentally checked out.

Turning my head to look at Sooeun, I nodded.  

"I was just asking how work was. We've been sitting here bitching about our own work and what not, I was just wondering how yours has been?"

I gulped down every urge that flooded my body just moments earlier, but I knew it was an empty gesture. There was no way to cap the genie once it was out. And now I would have to sit here and pretend like I wasn't a raging, hormonally-charged mess.

"Yeah, it's been--it's been busy," I said, nodding. "I've been working weekends and whatnot, so it's been a little empty at the apartment, considering Wonho works all the time too. But work is good."

"Good. I was worried for you for a while," Elise said as she sat back in her seat. "I mean, your boss was such an asshole."

"Still is," I provided, watching as my phone lit up again.

It was taking every ounce of will power I had not to look at the picture message. It was taking every bit of self-restraint not to get up from this table and call Wonho.  

Aera made a comment about how cute the waiter was and suddenly all three of them were looking at him as he brought out a large tray with another table's food on it. When I was sure all attention was off me, I quickly unlocked my phone, unable to stave off my curiosity enough to turn my phone off.

Still better than pizza? ;)

My eyes soaked in a picture of Wonho sporting hooded eyes, lips slightly jutted out. It was a look that was not helping me in the least bit. All I imagined was his face buried in my neck, the feeling of his teeth digging in orgasmic against my scorching skin. My own hand went to rub on my neck, the very place I imagined Wonho would devour vehemently with those luscious lips he knew could reduce me to nothing.

Setting my phone in my lap, I sat at the table quietly. Aera's shameless flirting with the waiter would've been something I laughed at, even perhaps egged her on, but I was a complete and total mess right now. I was concealing and not feeling, but failing all at the same time. I'm sure the lust was so evident on my face if anyone cared to look at me for an extended period of time.

Instead of answering the text, I just set it on the table, putting it under my napkin. I saw it light up, and before I could reach for it to turn it off, Aera's head snapped in my direction.

"Who're you texting?"

"It's nothing," I said quickly, placing a hand over the napkin atop my cell phone.

She snorted wryly, reaching for the napkin. "Bull shit, you've been really weird since we ordered our food, texting away over here. What the fuck are you doing? Ordering hits on your co-workers and regretting it when the hitman kills the wrong one?"

"What? No."

"Then what is it? Your boss sending you nudes?"

"Aera, shut up."

Setting her drink down, she wrestled my hand, successfully stealing away my napkin. Picking up the phone and nearly dropping it, I gripped it so hard in my hand, I was almost positive there'd be no way for anyone to get to it now. But the girls had different plans. Sooeun held me by the shoulders as Aera got closer, gripping my wrist in one hand and her other clutching my phone. She began pulling but I refused to let go.  

It was embarrassing enough that my infatuation with my boyfriend was cannon fodder for jokes, but if they saw what he was doing over text message, I'd never hear the end of it.

"Let go Y/N."

"No."

"It's for your own good," Sooeun piped in.

"Stop it. You're gonna make me break my phone," I tried to reason, but that did no good. In fact, that just made Aera more committed to retrieving.

"I won't break it if you just let it go," she replied, giving me a glance that almost challenged me to let it go.

"Guys seriously, it's nobody."

"Funny, I don't believe you."

We were starting to attract some attention, but as my eyes averted to the food that was coming our way, Aera's hand freed my wrist long enough to punch me in my left boob. In shock, my grip weakened just enough for her to grab my phone. Putting in my passcode, something I currently regret ever teaching her, she looked at the opened message thread between Wonho and I. In silence, she scrolled up and down before grinning wide.

"I see why she never spends time with us anymore," she said, passing the phone to Elise.

"Elise please, phone," I said, extending my hand across the table.

"Oh my god!"

I sighed deeply, shaking my head.

"Sooeun, look at this."

She leaned over just enough to see it as Elise scrolled down the thread. I watched as she gasped and shook her head. "You aren't letting this one go anytime soon are you?"

As Elise passed me my phone back, I shoved it into my pocket before Aera snorted.

"What are you doing still sitting here?"

"What?" I asked, looking at her in confusion.

"If my man sent me messages like that, I would've left far earlier than this."

"I...I think it's...fine for now."

Aera wasn't listening that much I could tell. Digging around in her purse, I continued to stare in confusion as she finally emerged from her bag, tossing her keys out. I noted that the people at the table beside us definitely jumped in surprise at the sound.

Looking back at Aera, I quirked up an eyebrow. "What are you doing?"

"Thank me later," she said. "Take yourself home in my car. We'll figure out a way to get your car back to you."

Fingering the keyring, I nodded. Digging into my own pockets, I pulled out my car's key fob and handed it to her. "Okay?"

"And we'll be by your place to pick up my car in the next two hours, so please, be done fucking by then."

[aarc2017]

Minhyung Kang, Sooeun Lee_Exchange Program 2019_Barim, Gwangju, Republic of Korea

https://barimart.wordpress.com/ https://www.facebook.com/barimGwangju https://www.instagram.com/barimgwangju/ https://twitter.com/barimgwangju

Min-hyung Kang (b.1983 Seoul)

Majored in social psychology (Undergrad school, University of Wisconsin- Madison) and new media art (Grad school, Tokyo University of the Arts), Kang works in a visual art field widely as an artist, curator, translator (Korean, English, and Japanese), and mainly director of Barim, an independent artist-run space in Gwangju, South Korea (barimart.wordpress.com). She is especially interested in trans-locality and decentralization in art practice, and researches on the potentiality of practicing art in local that is not bound to the idea of conventional locality especially with the idea of new technology. Recently she curated a show at Sewoon building, Seoul which seeks alternative forms of art that deal with digital technology (degitalarts.xyz) 

ミンヒョン・カン/ Min-hyung Kang、Barimディレクター、キュレーター。 ウィスコンシン大学マディソン校にて社会心理学、そして東京藝術大学大学院にてニューメディアアートを専攻したカンは、アーティスト、キュレーター、翻訳者（韓国語、英語、日本語）、また韓国の光州にあるインディペンデント・アーティス・ラン・スペース 「Barim」のディレクターとして、ヴィジュアルアートのフィールドで広範囲に活動しています。彼女の興味は、特にアートプラクティスとしてのトランスローカリティと地方分権に向けられ、従来のローカリティとニューテクノロジーの理解に縛られずに、アートをローカルに実践する可能性について研究しています。最近の彼女の仕事としては、デジタル・テクノロジーを扱う新しい様式のアートを模索した、ソウルのセウンビルでの展示のキュレーションがあげられます。

Sooeun Lee (Director for Theaterperformance) studied German language and literature in Korea and stage design at the Graduate School at the University of Arts Berlin, where she was awarded a yearlong fellowship in 2008. She is an artist who assumes diverse roles and traverses a wide variety of performance genres. As a director and a playwriter, she looks for the musical rhythms embedded in daily life, in language, and in human relationships. Like a composer writing musical notes on a page, she weaves together stories of movement, image, and sound. She focuses not on narrating a plot but on communicating the story’s structure. She strives to create performances that come together as one larger picture, with all corresponding elements—image, movement, sound, and space—working in tandem structurally, each complementing the others. Since 2010 she directed several food art  projects : The Flying Soo-ing Monster (performance/2010), Koreanisches Essen (exhibition/2010), chicken Himmel (video-performance/2013), The Universal in a bowl (political religious food performance/2019) スウォン・リー/ Sooeun Lee（シアターパフォーマンス・ディレクター��は、韓国でドイツ語とドイツ文学を、そしてベルリン芸術大学の大学院で舞台デザインを学びました。そこでは、2008年に１年間の研修生の地位を授与されています。彼女は、多様な役柄を身につけ、幅広いパフォーマンスのジャンルを横断するアーティストです。監督兼脚本家として、言語、人間関係、日常生活に宿る音楽のリズムを探しながら、作曲家が楽譜に音符を書き加えるように、動き、イメージ、音の物語を集めて織り込んでゆきます。彼女は、物語の筋を順序立てて述べるのではなく、ストーリーの構造を伝えることに焦点を当てています。イメージ、動き、音、空間などの付随要素のすべてが構造的に連携して作用し、それぞれが他の要素を補完しつつ集まり、1つの大きな像となるパフォーマンスの制作に励んでいます。2010年以降、彼女はいくつかのフード・アート・プロジェクトを監督しました。例として、The Flying Soo-ing Monster（パーフォーマンス/ 2010）、Koreanisches Essen（展覧会 / 2010）、chicken Himmel（ビデオ・パフォーマンス/ 2013）、The Universal in a bowl（政治宗教的フード・パフォーマンス/ 2019）などがあげられます。

[imagineyouridol]

Sobre a demora, não se importe com isso. Hmm.... Pior que agora não sei que nome é bom para você, Unnie. Pode ser, SooEun? Ou, Sook? Na verdade, sinto que devia te conhecer melhor pra te dar um nome que combine com o significado, mas... Se você não gostar desses, eu conheço outros.

Pode levar o tempo que quiser pra decidir um apelido pra mim meu bem, sem pressa, mas olha eu gostei desses 2 viu?

[thetallflower]

D.VA: Winkyface

↳ Available on Spotify.  A short playlist perfect for listening while playing the tank hero, D.Va. Feat.: kpop, electronic, dance, synth, alternative indie, pop, 8bit.

Adib Sin – From Here (feat. Cae)

Ducky – Don’t Look Down

AOA – Good Luck

Anamanaguchi – Pop It

Neon Bunny & Spazzkid – Daytime Disco

Blackpink – Whistle

That Poppy – I’m Poppy

Red Velvet – Rookie

Oh Boy & Donatachi – Bunny Island (feat. Mallrat)

Tkay Maidaz – Simulation

Lewis CanCut – Say OK

Lily Allen – Fuck You

Katy Perry – Teenage Dream

Jessica – Wonderland

Melanie Martinez – Soap

Anamanaguchi – Miku

Red Velvet – Automatic

EXID – L.I.E

Apashe – Tank Girls (feat. Zitaa)

Beyoncé – Diva

Madonna – 4 Minutes

Little Mis – Salute

SEOHYUN – Don’t Say No

Zion. T – Babay (feat. Gaeko of Dynamic Duo)

Dynamic Duo – 거품 안 넘치게 따라줘 [Life Is Good]

8 Bit Universe – Stronger Than You

8 Bit Universe – Never Gonna Give You Up

Soysauce – Gravity Waves

Hoody – The Light

Gorillaz – We Got the Power (feat. Jehnny Beth)

Fall Out Boy – Immortals

Imagine Dragons – Warriors

Lin-Manuel Miranda – History Has Its Eyes On You

SooEun Kwak – Drawing Water From A Weel At Dawn

Ramin Djawadi – Mako

[fy-shineeworld]

‘파수꾼’ 이시영X김영광, 완벽 팀워크 가동…첫 대본리딩 공개

MBC 새 월화드라마 '파수꾼' 팀이 대본 리딩 현장이 공개됐다. ‘파수꾼’은 대한민국 현주소를 적나라하게 보여주는 사건들 속 ‘파수꾼’들의 활약을 담은 액션 스릴러물이다. ‘파수꾼’은 범죄로 사랑하는 이를 잃고 평범했던 일상이 하루아침에 산산조각 나버린 사람들의 모임으로, 이들이 함께 아픔을 이겨내고 정의를 실현해 나가는 모습을 그리게 된다.

Trans:

‘Lookout’Lee Si Young X Kim Young Kwang, perfect teamwork ... First transcript reading public

MBC The new Wall Street drama 'Lookout' team was on the scene of reading the script.

‘Lookout’ It’s an action thriller that shows the activities of "watchmen" in events that show the current status of the Republic of Korea.The watchmen are a group of people who lost their loved ones in crime and their ordinary daily life was shattered in a day, and they  overcoming the pain and realizing justice.

On March 29th, Sangamdong went to the MBC to read the script, also with  Son Hyung Suk PD, Kim Sooeun, Lee Si Young, Kim Young Kwan, Kim Tae Hoon, Kim Seul Gi, SHINee’s  Key, Choi Moo Sung, Kim Sang Ho,  Kim Sun Young,  Shin Dong Wook. The actors  fallen into the role and they were quickly immersed in the  scene into and the story.

You can read the full story in Korean here: Entertain Naver.

Translate: fy-shineeworld

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Choi Sooeun Instagram 210805

나의 잔챙이 1.2 그리고 여름이 가 함께해준 생일 🎂 여름이옴마의 정성스런 생일상까지 너무 감사했던 어제 🌼 스릉합니다❤️ 단체사진은 릴스로 대체 해야하나😙

케익부터 소리지르고 난리 🙈 항상 감사합니다. 나의 사랑스런 그녀들 🐣 함께 하지못한 박둉아 기쁨이 보고싶오😭 생일 축하해준 모든 분들 감사해요😍

[terminusantequem]

Sooeun Baik (South Korean, b. 1986), Sunset Bridge. Gouache and acrylic on canvas, 59 x 59 in.

[daisyjoners]

✆ (naeun)

Channie-yah…Hoje eu reencontrei a Soomae. Quer dizer, não é como se não tivesse visto ela nesse meio tempo desde o dia em que terminamos, mas hoje nós finalmente nos falamos. E eu não sei o que fazer… Achei que tinha superado completamente ela e tudo o que tivemos, mas não podia estar mais enganada. Ouvir a vozinha doce dela de novo, escutar aquela risada angelical e ver o cabelo caindo no rosto com o vento, provando que ela consegue ser bonita em qualquer situação… Não consigo lidar com isso. Lembro dos nossos – infelizmente poucos – dias juntas e sorrio que nem uma idiota, mas aí fico triste de novo, pensando que eles não passam de memórias que não vão voltar. A minha Soo era tão incrível… Ainda é, na verdade. Só não tenho mais o direito de chamar ela de minha Soo. Tudo o que eu queria era poder voltar no tempo e aproveitar de novo o nosso relacionamento, talvez até mesmo podendo aproveitar melhor, porque eu saberia que teria data de validade… Mas não é possível voltar no tempo, né? Garanto que se fosse, nós dois não estaríamos nas situações em que estamos. Que droga, Channie… Eu sinto tanta falta de assistir filmes com ela, enroladas em um cobertor e com uma pipoquinha… Ou no cinema, com os olhares vidrados na tela em boa parte do tempo, mas no resto, olhando uma para a outra. Eu amava como ela sabia tocar um instrumento, o gosto musical dela, a paixão dela pelas coisas que amava e que a faziam feliz… Só queria poder ainda ser uma dessas coisas. A hora de seguir em frente chegou a muito tempo, mas ainda não consegui. Espero que não demore muito mais, porque isso dói muito.