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♡ ARCHIE RENAUX british gq

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#856 ( 268x151 ) gifs of NA IN WOO in 'marry my husband (2024),' can be found in my discord server by clicking the source link. inwoo is of korean descent and was born in 1994, so cast accordingly. please like and reblog if you found these useful.

tw: violence, alcohol, kissing, injury

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moon gayoung for w korea

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Forcing yourself to stay positive for being paired up with the crush you’ve been avoiding after his confession ft. the ignorant, happy puppy crush

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Seol-jin hated when the attention waned from the success of the group whenever Min-seok decided. They all supported his pursuits in acting; it was the logical thing to do when bound with all that talent. What they didn't support was the baggage of the blowback. Stalkers and disbandment rumors were forgivable but a commoner in a cheap dress as a potential date crossed a line he didn't think he had.

"그림 속 여자는 누구인가요?" Who's the woman in the photo? @oranythingdamn

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Song Kang as Jeong Gu Won My Demon (2023 - 2024), dir. Kim Jang Han

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AESPA — 'Drama,' 2023 Main character? that's me. I bring all the drama. I'll break this cycle of trauma. It starts with me, drama.

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Frantic excuses unraveled off her tongue with each fluttering step dodging the calm, aloof patrons sipping on their 20000 won cocktails. Ma-rin didn't know if her horror stemmed from his ever smug yet devilishly handsome features or how easily she had been filled to the brim with envy. She wondered if the dewy pink of her cheeks concealed the emerald shine. Her leading hand fanned over the well grouted brick wall, the industrious touch highlighting the gold filigree, while the other grabbed at the passing cocktail napkin to shield her embarrassment.

this evening can't get any worse..

Through a field of laden false lashes, a added touch of romance, she sniped the warm glow of the exit sign. thank god. Just like many other of her harmless hijink, she was just barely going to hang by without notice. Until her heel catch the corner of another man's trousers, she bowed her head in apology before finally clearing the last circular table to freedom.

The warm, velvet sound of his voice sent equal measure of panic and excitement through her. Ma rin refused to meet his eyes, calculating all the ways she could simply perish in this very spot. Ashes in balls of the heels that were barely paid off on her credit card. A pile of nothingness seemed better than to see the jovial smugness that often triggered her temper. "죄송해요. 제가 당신을 아나요?" i'm sorry do I know you? Her feigned ignorance melted beneath the searing burn of his gaze. Ma rin shot up from the pitiful crouch as quickly at his words permeated her thick skull.

"Mother in law?" The awkward twist of her tongue made her head spin. There was no way her mother could have ever come into contact with him. Their worlds only barely existed in the same universe, let alone in the same neighborhood. She wouldn't cower. With her shoulders squared, she narrowed her gaze to douse out the flames of his mirth. "Do you want to die..," she whispered. Ma rin only just noticed the way a wave of eyes seemed to follow him.

She forced a neat smile, urging him to stand up. "여보, 귀걸이를 찾고 있었어요." honey, I was just looking for my earring. "Why don't we just go?"

리필을 원하시나요?, would you like a refill?

Min-seok suppressed a visceral reaction to the server's pitched speech and the vein of barely-contained enthusiasm coursing through her lilt. The poor girl had stopped by to visit his table at least a dozen times since he'd arrived, and was becoming increasingly miffed that her favorite idol wasn't paying her any mind. The fandom was right, he had become a bit of an asshole. Unbeknownst to her, he had been acutely aware of her attention, as well as every set of eyes that lingered too long on him. Every few seconds, he felt their eyes sweep over him, and with every glance, a new wave of anxiety washed over him. A familiar tightness in the abdomen and a ringing in his head before its attempt to penetrate further. The urge to run, to escape the attention he once reveled in. "No, I'm fine. Thank you." His therapist would say that a public setting like this was good for his recovery, exposure therapy. But he would counter that his entire existence, the life of an idol whose every waking moment was scrutinized and every breath feted, was a constant exercise in exposure. The uncomfortable lump in his throat didn't dare dislodge until the waitress was a safe distance away. He cocked his head to one side and let the strain escape his jaw.

His focus returned to the entrance, impatiently waiting for his 'date' to arrive, the mere thought of the look he could perfectly envision marring her features when Ma-rin arrived to discover him seated there enough to distract him. Just as he felt a giggle threaten to pierce the din of the nearby diners, he caught sight of a familiar flash of brown hair ducking behind a table. He furrowed his brows thoughtfully, staring intently at the now empty space as he tried to make sense of what he had just seen. Between the gaps in the white linen tablecloths, he saw the flash again and all at once he realized just what he was witnessing.

A laugh softened his features tremendously, fingers clasped around his curling lips to tame its volume. She was making a run for it, that little minx. Amidst general bewilderment of the other patrons, Min-seok abruptly slid out of his seat, down on his haunches, and shuffled across the room in a direction perpendicular to Ma-rin's intended getaway. Even while crouching, his strides were considerably wider than hers, allowing him to catch up to her in plenty of time before she reached the exit. "Noona~" he crooned, peering around a vacant table to catch her off guard and winking as their gazes connected.

"You wouldn't be trying to run away would you?" He posed the question in an innocuous manner, but a delightful wickedness glazed his pupils as they squinted into crescents. "그리고 시어머니가 이 모든 어려움을 겪은 후, and after mother in law went through all this trouble" his perfect teeth shucked in mock shame.

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HAN / ‘락(樂)’ (231110)

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Bang Chan ✧ LALALALA

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Unable to fully shake off her leeriness at the whole marriage, Min-a's gaze lingered on the touches of warmth that blossomed across Nana's cheeks; a love sick fool. True love was what she feared the most. If it were merely for money, Min-a would have been able to brush it off with a quick and cruel annulment once Nana got everything she wanted. What she never accounted for was that it could real. The stakes grew higher with each loving sigh. "Don't tease your sister," she hissed. "...we only call him the dragon in secret." Min-a reached over to smooth the collar of Nana's shirt, artfully ignoring her sister's question.

"The food is getting cold," she forced a smile. "Eat it now."

Yuri felt her soul withered through each pore of her body at the sharp tone, she hid partially behind Rin. It were days like today when she could see the resemblance between the two like some red hot sign. "I think they're both love sick and losing any sense of reason." She plucked up some of Rin's hair to hid behind before beginning to pick at the array of banchan on the table. "..but what I heard from an annoying bird in the office, the elevator guy waits for her everyday.."

Yuri and Min-A

“Please no talk about the dragon or the elevator ahjussi ,” she covered her ears with a deep groan. “언니 it’s girl’s night.” @oranythingdamn

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Pink dusted Nana’s cheeks in mild embarrassment; she hadn’t even realized she’d begun to prattle on as she recounted her morning with Ji-Hoon, a fond smile on her face. The man in question had been mildly miffed that they’d be breaking their usual evening routine, but her enthusiasm for the evening quickly disarmed him. It seemed she’d been seeing her sister less and less these days. “여���생, please stop calling him the dragon,” she gently reprimanded.

Rin, on the other hand, while outwardly appearing not to be in the slightest bit interested in the conversation was logging every scrap of information about this supposed ‘elevator ahjussi’ in her brain. As far as she could recall, her sister had never judged any interaction with a man impressionable enough to mention unless she was complaining. It piqued her interest.

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The beautiful view of the skyline disrupted by his figurines and clear idol obsession; she didn't mind the last part with her own chimmy keychain sitting in the shallow pocket of her purse. "You've got more money than one could want and you live like a manchild.." she grumbled more to herself than aloud. It didn't matter because he had been passed out for the better half night into the morning. This wasn't how she thought staying over a man's home for the first time would be like. In her mind, it would involve couple slippers and sweets. Instead, she had barely got them through the door of his penthouse before throwing the oaf off her shoulder hoping he wouldn't barf on her. Once she tucked him in, she couldn't bring herself to leave him in this state. @oranythingdamn

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It won't hurt if you don't tense up. Or will it hurt worse?

Min-ho, an isolationist by nature and a pacifist by belief, had never gotten into any physical altercations growing up. People quickly became disinterested in ruffling his feathers once he began to stare through them. A trick his father had taught him passively. It was what the man had done to him since birth. Now, he hoped to be able to bank on some experience beside the cold hard concrete, an act of deliverance by the very woman he was sticking his neck out for. With his eyes shut, he waited another beat for the burning sensation but it never came. A smirk slowly blossomed in the place where his neutrality often lied at the sheer brazen confidence that beamed off Bo-mi. She seemed to naturally glow beneath the weight of her own mastery over her body. The daft brute seemed utterly stunned by how effortlessly she had intervened without even a wince. Min-ho blinked through his confusion with the soft pressure of her fingertips pressed into his skin. The burn of each tender fingertip had replaced the one he was anticipating a moment prior.

" You heard her," his tone entangled with a bubbling mirth. She thinks I'm handsome. Min-ho's shoulders straightened, chest extended, to proudly march behind her like some show pony. No matter how it seemed to the outside world, a part of him felt vindication for the incident that occurred at his office. He wasn't the enemy but an ally willing to compromise his own safety for hers. In the shadow of her step, he threw one last look to the man who plopped defeatedly back into his chair.

The crisp evening air christened his cheeks with a new found form of euphoria. Instead of scurrying into the dark, he embraced the shine that beamed from her joy. Her laughter strangely infectious breaking up the hushed sounds of traffic. Min-ho found himself delving into the melodic sounds of her elation and minor hysteria. They had both acted deceptively and didn't seem to have a care in the world.

"I don't know what came over me," he offered with a short shake of the head. "You looked like you needed an out and I wanted to give you one." Min-ho lifted his gaze to bask in beauty for another moment; such a blaring display of gluttony.

"I know it may be late, and most of these places are booked, but would you want to grab something to eat with me?"

Seo, Min-ho

Jealousy soaked his bones in a primal way. Min-ho prided himself on how detached he was from any strong emotion. A survival tactic he gained when his mother died. If he never felt too deeply, he couldn’t be smothered by those feelings when they went sour. Keeping his head down and his heart closed, he had risen to this very precarious place in life. The far and few attachments had proven their loyalty to him; it was enough to keep him content for life. What he didn’t expect was for how naturally Bo-mi destroyed every boundary that he placed or how she made a mockery of his inner mantra without any energy. 

Despite the distance, Min-ho swore he could hear the soft sound of her sigh. He watched the way her hand fanned across the glass collecting condensation with each minuscule shift. A wave of disinterest flashed through across her gaze. Min-ho strangely felt comforted by how she seemed lightyears away. If there was no spark, she would likely not see the man again. The crackling electricity that struck him through his core reinvigorated his senses. As did the stiff choking sound that rang through the restaurant. His shoes squeezed against the floor as he attempted to move but she recovered smoothly. 

Min-ho’s jaw clenched at the way she suavely reengaged with her date, keeping his focus away from the direct line of her sight. He stood like a ghost in the threshold watching her more closely. A subtle smile curled up on his lips as he bowed his head towards her. It wouldn’t be right for him to ruin her plans. Not since the last time he had seen her, she scolded him for getting in the middle of her business. 

Strangely he wanted her business to be his business. 

Doubling down, in a rare act of incalculable insanity, he approached the table. Min-ho cleared his throat before assuming an indifferent air towards the man seated to the left. 

“Do Bo-mi,” her name rolling so neatly off his tongue. “Just because we got into a fight doesn’t mean that you have to go out on a date with another man.” Min-ho’s frown turned into a feigned pout as he winked at her. “I promise I’ll be a better man if you just come home,” he turned his attention back to her date. The man’s ear turning a deep crimson to match the flashing heat that kissed his cheeks. Get lost, man. Can’t you see we’re on a date.. was the gist of it with a string of inaudible threats whispered beneath his breath. 

Yet another reason she should leave. a brut like this is no good. 

“Jayiga,” he cooed before taking a hold of her hand. “Let’s go.” Min-ho late blooming rebellion seemed to rattle the man. A meaty fist grabbing the front of Min-ho jacket ready to deliver whatever righteous justice for interrupting his date. Min-ho would happily take the heat if it meant Bo-mi would get her out of this situation.

His heart could handle a bruised lip. 

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It was humiliating how conscious she was of Min-ho’s presence despite the fact that there were several feet and a whole human being between them. She could just see his sharp jaw, the curl of his stylish bangs, the corner of his slanted glance, and the contour of his ear tucked behind his thick sideburns from her peripheral. It wasn’t fair how utterly stunning the man was, even just in these stolen glimpses. It wasn’t fair that, despite their unconventional encounters, he’d taken on the position of the ‘white knight,’ as Ara so proudly boasted, when he undoubtedly saw her as a deranged brute of a woman. If she was truly destined to fall into his path over and over, and over, then why couldn’t their encounters resemble all those charming scenes from the dramas she loved.

Even if she was anything but the delicate, dainty, adorably quirky archetype. Bo had begun to simmer a little too deeply in her self deprecating thoughts, she didn’t realize Min-ho had approached their table until he was calling her name.

Do Bo-mi

Immediately, she focused on him, her eyes widening in subdued surprise. She realized she’d never enjoyed her name more than how it sounded on his tongue. Instead of responding, she merely blinked at him in a sort of suspended state of apprehension. Curiously. Just because we got into a fight doesn’t mean that you have to go out on a date with another man. “뭐??” Did he just…?

Bo was so confident that she was experiencing some sort of auditory hallucination that she turned around to make sure he wasn’t referring to someone behind her. Her mouth parted softly in disbelief as he continued his bizarre accusations; her bewilderment soon gave way to amusement as she caught onto his charade. A giggle crept up her throat, her hand clamped over her mouth to keep it from escaping. She was so preoccupied with Min-ho’s comical show and the suspense of wondering how far he intended to go that she had completely missed her date’s retort.

White Knight indeed. 

Then, like a double shot of espresso, the combination of the term of endearment and the feel of his fingers tightening around her hand, set her pulse ablaze. Time slowed to a crawl as he drew her to her feet, then ruthlessly accelerated to catch up. Bo’s physical response came before her brain could properly asses the situation. She deftly blocked her date’s balled fist with her hand before it could connect with Min-ho’s jaw. “Ya,” her tenor lowered threateningly as she stepped between them.  “I’ve already had to sit here and listen to you chatter, incessantly, for the last hour and now you want to cause a scene?” her teeth shucked in a tsk, shaking her head.

She softly grasped Min-ho’s chin in her free hand. “You see this face? You see how handsome it looks? If you damage it, I’ll be really mad,” she cautioned, relinquishing her grip on both to delve into her shabby little handbag. She hadn’t checked the tab, but she wasn’t about to ask him to foot the bill for her beverages even if it truly had been a terrible date. Before she could even finish tossing her wad of crumpled bills onto the table, she was tugging Min-ho out the door. As soon as the cool night air struck her hot cheeks, she burst into a fit of laughter.

“헐~ I can’t believe you did that” the last person she expected a performance like that from was him. 

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There's no way in hell that they can afford this place. I can't even afford this place..

Ma-rin stepped into the pristine lobby of the newly renovated hotels that had been promoted all over the news. She nearly choked on the mint that sat on the tongue as she heard the taxi driver utter it back to her. She had no idea what she was in for; her mother had made all of the plans. Her hands smoothed out the nonexistent wrinkles in her skirt, peering cautiously, seeming so completely out of place. What would be the worst thing that could happen if she had just slipped out before the mysterious man appeared. She didn't even know who he was so what did she have to lose? Turning on her heels, she took one last longing look at the pearlescent perfection of the lobby. Maybe in her next life she'd be able to sit here and feel as weightless as all of the those who dined here. In the corner, she noticed the one face she wished to avoid. A beautiful thorn in her side.

What are he doing here?

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