#Yoo Privilege

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PAIRING: Swim Team Captain! Yoo Jimin x Photojournalist! Fem reader _________________ WARNINGS: College AU, tsundere Karina, strangers to lovers trope, and fluff. OC is Pisces-coded but has a Capricorn rising sign and Capricorn Mercury because I am too, random I know but anyways, profanity, Jimin is aloof but cute and I like it, profanity, that's pretty much it, I guess. _________________ SYNOPSIS: Who knew falling into the pool was one surefire way of getting the swimming team captain's eye. _________________ A/N:

You asked I shall deliver. I based this one-shot on a song: Rose, by Taeyong and Seulgi. Have fun reading!

"Will it be okay for you to fill in Ryujin's stead?" Wendy, the senior EIC of the school paper, asks with her fingers knotted atop her office desk. "She got sick two days ago. I know it's sudden, and I understand if you don't-"

"I'll do it," You tell the older girl with a polite smile, "If my memory serves me correctly - she was assigned to take pictures of the inter-school competition of our swimming team, yes?"

Wendy mirrors your smile, albeit warmer. Her posture relaxed. "Yes. Yes, Y/N. And it's this weekend." 

You recount your task, "Then you're in luck, Wendy. I'm free this weekend." 

The brunette heaves a sigh of relief, "Good. That will be all, Miss Choi. You can go." You bowed your head in acknowledgment before exiting her office and proceeded to the university library to meet with your friend and confidant: Yunjin, who needs a copy of your captured photos for the school paper. 

"There you are," You whisper and sit next to the younger raven-haired beauty who's busy typing on her laptop. "What did Wendy want from you?" The latter inquires without tearing her eyes from the screen. "A substitute for Ryujin," You answer her as you lean next to her; eyes following the sea of words that showed events during the last competition. "Are you almost done?"

The raven-haired beauty mutters something decipherable, and you just let her be. 

"Okay," She stretches her back and gestures an open palm toward you. "The USB?"

You arch a brow at her, "Please?"

She mirrors your expression, "The USB, please, Y/N?"

A teasing grin graces your lips as you fish for it in your jacket pocket and give it to her. "Jeez," The latter grumbles before plugging it into her laptop. "Where and what?"

"Here at our university. I'll be taking the pictures of our swimming team." 

Finally, Yunjin tears her eyes off her screen and blinks at you. "A sports-based competition?" She muses, "That's a first." 

Indeed, for years that you've been a photojournalist, you were assigned to academic-based competitions. "That means you get to see Yonsei's pride." 

"Younsei's - what?"

She gives you a look, "For a journalist, you're not updated with the times here, Y/N. What would Wendy say?"

You scowl at her, "You can't blame me for being assigned to Academics, Yunjin." You brush her off, "Anyway. What about Yonsei's pride?" She curls her lips to a sardonic smile before typing away and presenting you with a photo of the team wearing Yonsei's varsity jackets and swimming trunks. There are four of them, and three of them are familiar to you: Sungchan, the first one on the right. Hyunjin is first on the left and Minjeong who's standing next to Hyunjin. 

You're familiar with the three of them. All except one. A girl standing in between Minjeong and Sungchan. The girl possesses fair skin, a small face, a V-shaped jaw, big yet fierce dark brown eyes, and a lithe physique. "So the team is the pride of the university?"

"No," She zooms in the photo of the girl. "She is. That's Karina Yoo, their captain." 

"She looks mean," You observed, and Yunjin chuckled, "You're not wrong."

Your jaw slacks, "Really?"

The latter hums in agreement and pauses. "A bitch is an appropriate term, bestie." You frown at her, "That's a bit too much." 

She scoffs at you, "Try interacting with her this weekend, and we'll see." 

"Whatever," You huffed and eyed your USB, "Are you done uploading my pictures to your folder?"

Yunjin unplugs it and places it atop the table. "Yep, thanks, girl." 

You observe the team from the bleachers with your camera in your hands as cheers ricochet against the walls of the spacious gym upon seeing your team make their appearance from the ground floor. Yonsei's team wore their signature swimsuit with the university's logo placed on the left lower front area of the men's swimming trunks, while for the women: it's located on the right upper breast of their partial bodysuit. 

You're not too far to get a clear shot. 

The girls of your university squealed when Sungchan flexed his toned body. Although impervious to such behavior, you can't help but admire the body of the swimmer before moving your gaze onto Minjeong, who waved at her fellow peers. Both men and women cheered for the auburn-haired girl while Hyunjin put his arm around Sungchan, who also waved to Yonsei's students.

"That's three of them," You tell yourself amongst the noise, "Where's the captain?" 

As if the universe answered, she finally appeared, and you swore you were about to go deaf due to their screams and cheers amplifying. 

Your eyes followed their gaze, and your jaw slacked. 

Karina Yoo's photos did not do her justice; she's drop-dead gorgeous in real life, and her lithe body is just a bonus to the grace that the girl exudes. You examine the captain. She couldn't be older than twenty-three.

"KARINA! KARINA! KARINA!" The students chant as she stands beside Minjeong - awaiting their opposing team while she converses with her team by huddling them. You take it as an opportunity to take their photo. 

But as you take another shot, Karina's eyes flicker in your direction.

Did she? Uncertainty and confusion seep into your thoughts as if you were shamelessly caught. 

You instinctively put your camera down. 

She returns her gaze to her members and continues speaking while they nod. You zoom the lens and take their photo. But this time, you don't put your camera down when Karina's sharp eyes look in your direction. There's something about her gaze that makes you fix your relaxed posture; as if she's looking through your camera, and it makes you feel small - that intense gaze of hers. 

You didn't take a picture and instead put your camera down. Perhaps the captain's sharp, piercing gaze meant that was enough as she and her team moved away from each other, but she stayed next to Minjeong and leaned close to the shorter girl's ear. The auburn-haired girl's eyes flicked in your direction before saying something to the taller girl. 

Paranoia creeps into your body. It's not like you have done something wrong, right? You were merely doing your job as a photojournalist for Yonsei. You tear your gaze from the pair and see the team they're competing against. 

You take it as your cue to descend from the bleachers as Karina's team makes their way to their assigned benches, leaving Hyunjin alone with his competitor. 

While descending from the bleachers, you can feel someone's eyes following you as you make your way to the indoor pool with your camera ready. You didn't dare look in fear of seeing that intense gaze as the referee blew his whistle for the two representatives of the opposing team, and make their way to the edge of the pool's ledge. 

"On your mark!" The referee bellows, "Get set. Go!"

You ready your camera. 

Sometime later, it was the captain's turn. 

Your peers chant the captain's name as she made her way to the pool's ledge. 

Due to your proximity to the pool's side, you locked eyes with her, and you swallowed harshly under her harsh gaze. 

"Jeez," You mutter as you tear your eyes from the older girl. "What's her deal?"

"On your mark!" The referee once again bellows, "Get set. Go!"

True to her title, Karina Yoo is Yonsei's pride. And so is the other members - they won and will be competing for the nationals three months from now. 

After the game, your peers went down to take pictures with the winning team. By this time, they change into dry clothes with towels draped over their shoulders, and you are standing next to the pool, checking your shots, when you hear your female colleagues scream Karina's name from behind. Out of curiosity, you look back to see a group of them running toward you - correction, you look in front to see the captain approaching them, leaving you beset on both sides.

Before you can react, one of them pushes you aside. Your eyes widen, and you instinctively put your hand where you're holding your camera up as you fall into the pool. 

"Oh no!" One of the students yell as you surface up with a gasp, look at your dry camera, and sigh in relief. "Are you okay?" One of them asks as they approach you intending to help. 

"Yes," You gasp, "Take the camera - be careful with it, please?" The student nods in compliance and takes your camera. 

You can feel holes burning on the side of your face, and without thinking, you look to the source and see Karina standing at the edge of the pool with wide eyes, her posture stiff and rigid, as if repulsed by the sight of you violating their pool. 

You flush under her gaze and reluctantly take the students' hands as they help you out of the pool and hurriedly take your camera from the other student. 

"Thank you," You tell them with a flushed face as you hastily exit the gym - facing burning with shock and humiliation. 

"Told you," Yunjin sneers, "A bitch." 

A whine leaves your lips as you slam your head against your desk. "Shut up - at least the students helped me." It's been a week since the minor incident, and you told Yunjin after you change into dry clothes in the university dorm. 

"Yeah," She snorts, "While the captain just glowers at you as if - what did you say?" She snaps her fingers, "Ah, as if you contaminated the pool." Then, she snickers. You glare at her while her lips curl to a teasing grin. 

"Whatever," You poke your tongue at her, and she relents by putting her hands up in mock surrender. "Look at the bright side," Your friend counters, "At least your camera's safe." 

"Yeah," You half-heartedly agree, "But I think I'm traumatized."

"Should I book your therapy?" She quips, "Oh wait, you're broke."

You scoff at her, "And? So are you." She stares at you, and you mimic her reaction before you two giggle as more students occupy the lecture hall. 

"Alright, students!" The professor says aloud as soon as he enters the room. "Take your seats - we have a new student joining us this semester." 

Murmurs echo while you and Yunjin share their curious looks as the older man looks at the entrance door. "Come in and introduce yourself." A familiar figure enters the room, and the class erupts with cheers and yells as Karina stands before all of you in casual wear in all-black: a cardigan with white accents, a tube top, denim jeans, and chunky sneakers, her hair is styled to a low, neat bun as she eyes the class, her gaze instantly meeting yours. You flinched and looked away from her and at Yunjin, who, in turn, looked at you. Both faces express surprise. 

"The fuck?" Yunjin mutters while you return to the new student, gaping. 

"I'm Karina Yoo," She announces, her voice is steely and attention-grabbing. "But most, if not all of you, know me as Yonsei's pride." 

The class yells and whistles in agreement. The professor holds his palm up, and the class quiets down. "Alright," Your professor gestures a hand at the vacant seats, "Thank you, Miss Yoo. You may take any seat." The captain bows her head and ascends to the elevated rows of seats with each student eyeing her expectantly for her to sit next to them. 

You quickly turn to Yunjin and grumble: "Just when I thought I'm finally free from what happened last week." She snickers at you, "Sucks to be you, my traumatized friend." 

A muffled pained groan reverberates from your lips, but you quickly stiffen as the captain walks past your row and takes a sit two seats above you. You sigh in relief and return your gaze to your professor preparing his presentation. 

"That bad, huh?" Yunjin observes as she takes out her laptop. 

"Yeah," You whisper. 

There it is again, that familiar burning feeling; as if someone's burning holes in the back of your head - it's the same feeling. But you chose to ignore it. Thirty minutes into the lecture, you couldn't ignore the feeling anymore and slowly peer over your shoulder. You almost jumped from your seat upon locking eyes with the swim captain. Her notebook lay forgotten. Instead, she was looking at you while the side of her face rested against her fist. Your skin prickles at the intensity, and you can feel your face flushing as her lips visibly curl upwards before slowly moving her gaze to the professor.

You quickly looked away from her and tried to focus on the discussion. But Professor Lee's words came and went out of your head. All you could do was mindlessly take notes and pictures of his slides and promise yourself that you'll go over your notes tonight. 

It went on for days; you could've been used to it now. But you're not. 

"I'm not being delusional, right?" You lock eyes with your friend, looking for reassurance. "I mean, it's not like I did something bad. I fell on the pool, for fuck's sake." You vent while the latter closes her laptop and sighs. "Have you tried asking her what's her problem?" 

You give her a look, "Are you kidding me?"

The raven-haired girl shrugs nonchalantly, "I mean - if you want an answer from her, just ask her directly." 

"Easier said than done," You mutter while she yawns. "I'll just ignore it, I guess? I mean, no harm, no foul, right?"

"Yeah," The latter looks at you, her relaxed expression turning serious. "But if she does something that makes you uncomfortable. Tell me immediately." On cue, the microwave dings. Dinner's ready. You're currently in her apartment; you can work together on your paper for the interschool competition due tomorrow. 

"I will," You smile at her and stand from her couch to grab your dinner. 

"Oh - come on!" You yell as the copies of the printed announcements; the latest news regarding the competition get whisked away by a couple of rushing students late for class. You put the other documents down on the floor, but not without putting your phone on top to ensure it doesn't fly away as you begin picking them from the floor. 

"Hey," A slightly deep feminine voice calls your attention, "You missed this last one."

"Oh?" You turn around and freeze as the captain of the swimming team holds the copy for you. You gawk at her while she moves her line of sight to the paper she's holding. 

"I look good in this photo," She remarks before looking at you. Her voice sounds softer this time. "Not bad for a picture taken from quite a distance." 

"Thanks," You smile politely at the older girl as you grip the papers you're holding to calm your nerves. She raises her brow and gently flaps the paper. "My hand's getting tired. Aren't you going to get it?"

"Right," You stammer and wince at the sound of your voice as you tentatively take the paper from her, and the latter walks away without saying a word. 

You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding as you looked at the paper she gave you before putting it with the rest. And as you continue your day, you couldn't help but replay the odd interaction you had with the captain. 

"Weird," Yunjin muses as you take your designated seats for your proceeding lecture which is in ten minutes - but something's out of the ordinary. 

There's a rose atop your desk with a pink ribbon tied around its stem. 

The taller girl looks at you with a playful grin, "Someone's into you." 

You roll your eyes at her and sit down, "Must be for another person." You say as you carefully examine the rose to ensure there's a tag - and that it's for the right person. You freeze in your seat, and Yunjin bends to read the tag in perfect handwriting and snickers. "It's yours, Y/N." 

A frown creeps in your features, "But who-"

"Keep it," She shrugs and leans closer, "What else does it say?"

"Nothing," 

The raven-haired hums and takes her seat next to you. "Anyways, keep it."

You look at her with a questioning look, "Why?"

"As evidence that someone has a good eye and chose my BFF, duh?"

You let out an exasperated groan and playfully pushed her shoulder. "Oh, shut up." 

Yunjin was about to say something when she closed her mouth, and her expression became guarded. You furrow your brows and slowly follow her gaze, "What's the matter-" Your words die in your throat as Karina takes her seat next to you. Your eyes widen to the point that they were about to pop out from their sockets and snap your neck in Yunjin's reaction; eyes asking for her aid. 

"Karina," Yunjin softly clears her throat, "What's the sudden change of places?"

"So I can see better," She answers curtly. Yunjin arches a brow, "You don't seem to have a problem being two seats away for the past couple of days?"

You sit there awkwardly while the two exchange cold pleasantries. 

Karina shifts in her seat and looks past you, "I'd like to sit here so I won't miss any key points in the professor's lecture. What's it to you?"

Yunjin opens her mouth, but you look at her, head shaking sideways. 

The latter huffs, "Alright then, enjoy the view." 

"Thanks," Karina monotonously replies as more students pile into the lecture hall. You look down at the rose and shrug, "Alright Yunjin," You delicately pick up the rose and insert it into your tote bag carefully. "I'll keep it, my bedside needs decorating anyway."

From the corner of your eye, you can see Karina looking at the rose before tearing her gaze as the professor enters the venue. 

"Alright students, settle down and prepare your books, notebooks, laptops - whatever you need to keep notes. We'll begin shortly."

Forty minutes into the lecture, you missed the previous slide. 

"Crap," You mutter, and just as you're about to ask Yunjin if she copied the previous slide, Karina slides her phone next to you. 

The screen showed a picture of the slide you missed. "Here," She whispers. You blink at her while she continues to take her notes. She must've sensed your staring and sighed, "Are you going to copy that or what?"

You snap from your reverie, "Right, right. Sorry - thank you." You whispered to her and copied the slide she pictured before sliding her phone back to her but made no move to put it back in her bag. 

"I saw that," Yunjin whispers, and you jump from your seat.

"Next slide - is everything okay up there, Miss Choi?" The professor calls. Your cheeks redden as all the students, including the captain, turn to look at you. Your cheeks burn, "Yes sir, sorry." 

He hums, "Moving on..."

Sometime later, it was lunchtime; you and Yunjin decided to eat outside of campus. 

"So Chaewon recommended this restaurant," She opens the door for you while you carry both your laptop bags, "They sell good meat here and noodles here." 

"You've been mentioning her a lot," You comment as you take a vacant table. The latter makes a face at you before looking at the menu displayed above the counter, "What do you want to eat?"

"I'll take spicy chicken and jjajangmyeon." 

"Cool. Sit here. I'll go order." 

You open your laptop, "And I'll pay you later." The taller girl hums and goes to the counter while you work on your task. "Do my eyes deceive me?" Another feminine voice speaks from the side. You look up from your screen, "Giselle," You greet the captain of the debate team with a smile as you close your laptop. The Korean-Japanese mirrors your smile as she inserts her hands in her jacket pocket. "It's been a while, Y/N. Are you going to eat alone?"

"No," You gesture a hand towards Yunjin who looks back and sends the other a wave. "Yunjin's eating with me. How about you? Are you going to eat alone?"

The brunette shakes her head sideways, "No, I'm also going to eat with someone." The door opens, and Giselle looks back. "There you are, Karina." 

You fought the urge to drop your smile as you locked eyes with the captain of the swimming team. "Giselle," The captain regards, "You invited someone for lunch too?"

"No, no." She chuckles and pats your shoulder, "This is Y/N, the photojournalist who came with us four months ago for the nationals." She then gestures a hand towards her friend, "Y/N is this-"

"Karina Yoo," You finish for her with a polite smile, "We're classmates in Professor Lee's class." 

There's a look on Giselle's face that you couldn't decipher as her eyes lit up.

"Ah, I see." She looks at Karina, who seems busy looking at the menu, and then looks at the two of you. "I'll order for us." 

"Alright, alright." Giselle agrees, "I'll go get us a table." Without another word, Karina left. The debate captain looks at you with a knowing smile as Yunjin arrives at your table with iced tea, "Hey, Gi." Yunjin greets her with a grin as she puts your drinks on the table. "Hey Jen," She gives you another pat, "I'll see you two around campus, yeah?"

A hum leaves your throat as you watch the latter take a sit two tables away from you and Yunjin as more people enter the restaurant. "So," Yunjin clears her throat, "Care to tell me what was Karina sharing with you during Professor Lee's class?"

You shrug and sip your beverage, "Nothing, it was just the slide I missed." 

"Okay, but what about the time your documents flew away?"

A frown graces your lips, "She was just helping." 

Yunjin hums, and you lean closer. "What? What is it?"

"Nothing," She nonchalantly replies, "It's just that Karina's overall mean attitude seems to tone down with you, that's all." 

"Astute observation, Yunjin." You roll your eyes at her, "Maybe she's just being a decent person? We're classmates, after all."

"Oh, yeah?" She challenges, "How come she doesn't give a damn about others?"

You open your mouth, but no words come out to your defense, and Yunjin's smirk makes you close it. 

"I don't know," 

"Be observant, Y/N." She clicks her tongue, "Who knows, maybe you got the Yoo privilege." 

You look at her incredulously, "I beg your pardon?"

"Yoo privilege," She snickers, "You like it? I made it while I was making my astute observation, and by that, I mean you have the privilege of her toning down her attitude toward you. I mean, she could be the one who placed the rose on your desk three days ago." 

You know where this conversation's going. "Are you saying that she likes me?"

"Maybe," She grins, "Observe her, Y/N. Observe how she acts with others; how she acts with you. Then you'll know."

You consider that as the waiter arrives with your order. You sense a familiar from the side of your face. You look up from your food and meet her dark brown eyes.

And this time, you didn't flinch.

You took Yunjin's advice and observed the captain. 

It wasn't hard to observe her. She was never far from you, which made it easy to detect whether she was looking at you before talking to her friends. 

But that still doesn't account for the roses on your desk. You tried, but with the number of deadlines piling up in journalism, you had to put your observation on pause. 

"Jesus!" You snap as one of the student's coffee spills on your shirt. Murmurs echo in the hall upon witnessing an incident. "God - I'm sorry-"

"Forget it," You snap at the student as you pull the drenched fabric away from your skin and gesture for the student to go away, "Just go." 

"Sorry again." The man says before awkwardly walking away while the others lose interest and walk away. "Fuck," You swore as you run your hand through your hair. "How the fuck am I supposed to go to the press conference looking like this?" You hiss as you swing your bag to the front to get your wipes. You hear footsteps approaching you and you scowl thinking it's the man who spilled coffee on you. 

"Man," You sigh without looking in their direction. "You don't need to come here and-"

"Y/N," Your ears perk at the familiar tone, and you slowly turn around to face Karina standing before you with her fist securing her monogram jacquard jacket. 

"Karina," You greet with slight surprise, "What are you doing here?"

She shakes her jacket, "Wear this." 

"I beg your pardon?"

Instead of frowning, she keeps her face calm and uses her other hand to gesture at your shirt. "I can see the outline of - well, you know..."

You look down, and your face flushes, and with your other hand, you cover your upper body while the other takes her jacket. But you stop upon seeing the logo of her jacket, and sheepishly look at her. 

"What's wrong?" She inquires. "I can't take this - it's expensive." 

Karina shifts her weight on the other foot. "You'll be late for your press conference if you don't take it, Y/N." She tells you with a tone that leaves no argument. Without another word, she leaves the hall, leaving you with her jacket. 

A frustrated sigh leaves your lips as you look at the expensive article of clothing before delicately donning it. 

"Woah," Yunjin muses upon seeing you enter the venue. "I know that isn't yours, Y/N. Whose is it?"

"Karina's," You take a seat next to her. The latter let out a mock gasp. "Yoo privilege." 

"Shut up, Yunjin." 

After the conference, you stop by the EIC's office only to be greeted with roses and a freshly brewed ice latte on your desk. 

"There you are!" Wendy grins as she stands next to you, "I receive our handler's feedback. You and Yunjin did a great job on the inter-school paper!"

"Yeah," You answer distractedly, "Who brought these on my desk?"

"Ah," Wendy frowns, "I didn't catch her name." 

Her?

You turn to your EIC, "Can you describe her for me? What was she wearing?"

The older girl pauses in thought. "Well, she was wearing a brushed ribbed knit top, white denim jeans with a beige tag on its left pocket, and black boots."

Exactly what Karina wore when she gave you her jacket. 

"I see," You mutter, and Wendy's face contorts with curiosity, "Why'd you ask?"

You brush her off, "It's nothing, thanks, Wendy." 

The latter smiles, "No problem," She then turns to leave the room. "Enjoy your iced latte!"

Once the older girl is out of sight, you quickly take the rose with a tag on it, it read:

I'm rooting for you at the press conference; I hope you like iced latte to savor your victory. 

-yjm

"YJM?" You move your line of sight to the iced latte, and beads of cold water slides down from the plastic cup. A smile creeps on your lips as you bring the cup's straw to your lips and take a sip, allowing the iced beverage to slide into your throat smoothly. You sigh in refreshment and place the drink on your desk. Your hands take the roses, careful from the thorns that could prick you as you study the delicate flower. 

"Yunjin will hear about this." 

"No way," She cackles, "So she lent you her jacket and even sent roses and an iced latte to the office? Damn, Y/N. You won in life." 

You carefully pick up the jacket and raise it, "How do I clean this?"

Yunjin takes the clothing from you, "Leave it to me. I know a place where they clean luxury clothing." 

"Alright," You sigh and collapse on her couch. "Oh, and Y/N?"

"Yeah?" You answer aloud as Yunjin makes her way back to the living room. "Did you know Girl's Generation is having a concert in Gocheok Sky Dome?"

Your ears perk, and you sit up straight, "No? When?"

"Two days from now," She tells you and frowns, "You didn't know?"

You give her a look, "I'm not updated - I've been busy." 

"Right," She sighs, "Why?"

"Chaewon got a ticket for me - I can give it to you if-"

"Woah, Yunjin," You stop her by grasping her shoulder. "She gave it to you. You're the one she invited to go with her. It would be rude if you gave it to someone else." 

Her features remain concerned, "Are you sure? Chaewon would understand-"

"Yunjin," You exasperated a sigh, "It's fine. She invited you."

A genuine smile graces your lips. "I'll be fine. Just remember to make a fan cam for me, yeah?"

The next day, Yunjin gives you Karina's jacket: freshly cleaned and neatly pressed. 

While conversing on your way to Professor Lee's class, your eyes shift to the entrance only to be greeted by Karina leaning her back against the wall next to the door. 

"Oh shit," Yunjin snickers quietly, and you nudge her by the elbow. "Sh,"

"Karina!" You call out and was about to give her jacket back when she cuts you off. "Just give it to me after Professor Lee's class." 

Confused, but you comply as she enters the room. You and Yunjin follow suit as your peers begin to fill the lecture hall. 

While the older man is discussing, Karina slides next to you, startling you with a jump as she ducks her head and drops her voice an octave lower. "I have something for you after class. Is it okay if we remain after everyone else left?"

You tear your eyes from the presentation to look at her. Your cheeks heat up as you meet Karina's soft, warm gaze, but her attractive face swims with uncertainty at your would-be reply. 

A soft smile creeps on your lips, "Sure, Karina. What is it anyway?"

Her features soften, and surprise etches on your face as her lips quirk to a playful smile. That's a first.

"It's a surprise," She winks before returning to her original position. 

You gape at her, surprised by this new side of her. You can't wait to know what she has in store for you after Mr. Lee's class. 

Fifty minutes later, the older gentleman dismisses the class. Everyone left except for you, Karina, and Yunjin. 

"You go first," You tell the raven-haired girl. Yunjin flashes you a grin before getting her bag, but not without whispering: "Yoo privilege" against your ear before leaving.

You huff at the latter as you get the paper bag containing Karina's jacket and hand it to her. "Here you go, Karina." 

The older girl looks at the paper bag and smiles. "Can you stand up?"

How odd, "Sure." 

You comply with her innocent request and hand the bag to her. "Here you go," 

Her lips tugged to a downward smile and retrieves the bag. "Thanks, Y/N."

You let out a hum while you two stand in silence. A sigh leaves the older girl's lips before she laughs lightly - and it sounds pleasant like chimes in the wind. 

"Ah - this is not what I envisioned it." She guffaws and scratches her nape. You can't help but chuckle at the older girl's disposition. "Take your time," You assure the raven-haired beauty as she inhales sharply. Is she new to this? How adorable, you thought to yourself as she closes her eyes and puffs her cheeks. 

"Ok," She opens them and clears her throat. "I'm afraid that I've made a bad impression when we first met, Y/N." She sighs, "Which is why I'm going to change that tomorrow."

Tomorrow? What does she mean?

On cue, she brings out a bouquet - well not really. More like two tickets wrapped in pink silk with a pastel ribbon secured around it. 

"I hope you like concerts, Y/N. Especially Girl's Generation."

My, did your heart skip a beat?

"Will you be my date for the concert, Y/N Choi?"

"Yes," You breathe, and Karina's smile morphs into a delighted grin. 

"You just made me the happiest girl, Y/N." 

Fin.

#karina x reader #constantinewrites #aespa x reader #kpop oneshots #kpop imagines #female reader #yoo jimin x reader #yoo jimin #karina x fem reader #yoo jimin x fem reader #Yoo Privilege

[murasaki-cha]

(🚨Novel spoilers for both🚨)

2 types of regressors when finding out they're the protagonist of a novel their partner has read:

Thanks her for

being with him

all these lonely

years and Divorce, run away

promises to not kill him again on

hate her your next encounter

#a transmigrator's privilege #The Perks of Being an S-Class Heroine #orv #omniscient readers viewpoint #omniscient reader #omniscient reader viewpoint #yoo joonghyuk #manhwa #tesilid argent

[gottagobuycheese]

Without realizing it, she reached out and grasped both of his cheeks.

[...]

She was not an 'author' like Han Sooyoung, nor was she the 'protagonist' like Yoo Joonghyuk.

No, she was Yoo Sangah. Yoo Sangah, who was Kim Dokja's colleague and also his friend.

For no reason whatsoever, tears welled up to obscure her vision, but she still managed to smile brightly.

⸢She returned here in order to protect this Kim Dokja.⸥

Excerpt From: Sing-shong (싱숑). “Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint”.

Hugtober Day 4/? - The Person She Remembered

(special thanks to @imperiousphasmid for the last minute color fixing!)

[ID: A greyscale piece of fanart depicting Yoo Sangah and Kim Dokja from Omniscient Reader’s Viewpoint. Kim Dokja is dressed in a dark suit and tie, sitting in a swivel chair facing the right of the drawing. His hands are tensed on the armrests and his feet are on the ground one in front of the other as if poised to spring away. He stares up at Yoo Sangah with a bewildered expression as she cups his face between her hands, smiling widely. Yoo Sangah, meanwhile, is dressed in a light suit and dress shoes. She walks toward the left of the drawing, her back foot raised mid-step as she leans down and grasps Kim Dokja’s cheeks in her hands, scrunching them together. Tears stream down her cheeks as she grins at him, her long hair falling forward over her shoulders while the rest cascades down her back. /end ID]

#omniscient reader's viewpoint #orv #yoo sangah #kim dokja #omniscient reader #orv fanart #my attempts at art #orv spoilers #THIS S C E N E #poor kdj must be so confused at the beginning skjdhksfhsk #but still my heart hurts every time I read this chunk #ysa who knew him from the very beginning #ysa who knew about kdj's plans #ysa who respected his choice #ysa the well-respected employee turned heart of the company turned level-headed voice of reason #literally dropping everything the moment she realizes where and when she is #the awareness that she is the sole person privileged to know the him from Before and lucky enough to land exactly there #the sheer overwhelming need to see him again overriding everything else #ahhhh #AAAAAHHHHHH #I love her so much #tbf if I think about any of them for too long I say the same XD #BUT I REALLY LOVE HER SO MUCH #anyways let's just pretend that kdj's entire shoe is in fact colored in #or that he spilled white out on the tongue of his shoe only #or it's REALLY shiny #pick your poison lol #also THANKS ASA FOR FIXING THAT CHAIR #friends if you must learn anything from me let it be this: always make a copy of a layer you're going to massively edit

[yoyoyo-idk]

one of the only times we get an uncensored swear ☠️ it's so funny that it's towards olympus. ( i feel like the others are him calling yoo jonghyuk a bastard)

also. Narrator Privileges.

#orv #omniscient reader's viewpoint #beryl speaks #beryl more or less live reacting

[dcbbw]

Taking the L

I am participating in #KingLiamAppreciationWeek (#KLAW), hosted by the ever-lovely @lizzybeth1986​ and @sazanes​. This is my offering for Day 1: Throwback/Character Appreciation. I will be providing at least one more story for the event; if I do it correctly, the fic will cover the additional themes/days.

So, this is basically me giving my opinion and head canons about Liam while linking throwback fics into the dialogue; while I have all the love and appreciation in the world for my first, true LI, it may be best to have some of my Rileys express what they treasure and cherish most about the Liam they are paired with. After all, they are the ones with the man day in and day out.

Thank you to all who will read this brain dump; I can only hope it makes sense and comes across in a coherent manner. Everything is below the cut.

PB birthed Liam Rys, but us content creators raise him.

Song Inspiration: Fanfiction on the Internet, Jake Timothy

Word Count: 1,207

Why Liam?

My reason is incredibly simple (and it isn’t because it’s The Royal Romance) … I have dated enough Drake Walkers and Maxwell Beaumonts in real life; no way am I doing it in an alternate universe and spending real dollars to do so.

I dealt with enough games and guards/walls and insecurities and mothering of men; I have done more than my share of putting forth efforts and ego-stroking and reminders and pushing and prodding. I have begged men to love me and proved (to no avail) that my love is worthy of acceptance.

Playing the game with Liam as my LI is my form of escape from reality … the refreshing openness, honesty, and emotional availability Liam Rys provides gives me hope, and will always be my why.

Which Liam?

My preferred Liam is Asian Liam (Asiam). When I first joined the fandom almost 5 years ago, Caucasian Liam (Whiam) was the King of choice for the majority of the fandom, and I remember being nommed for a Clown Award for fetishy writing because I wrote a tall, black MC with Asiam. (I received 7% of the vote)

Asiam is my default Liam, and not just because I see him (looks-wise) as a cross between Gong Yoo and Alex Landi; in my head canon, Asiam is patient (more than most), more sensuous than sexual, logical, an overthinker, and has a humility that is rare for someone born into and raised in an environment of the highest privilege.

He is the driving force behind Riam, Sock Game Liam in the DC AU, UnRomance, and the majority of my TRR-themed one-shots and limited series including The Platinum AU, Driam, and Laxwell.

My love for Asian Liam does not stop me from using the other versions of Liam.

I know I’m in the minority here with my thought process, but I see each version of Liam as a separate person with a distinct je ne sais quoi who just happens to share core characteristics and personality traits with the other two.

I think it would be especially true for Asiam (whom PB did not even classify as an ethnicity, and let's not get into the whitewashing of his mother, Eleanor), and Black Liam (Bliam). While all versions of Liam have a mother who is both a commoner and foreigner, two of them have a parent of color, which (again, to me) has to influence how they are perceived by the international audience they are constantly paraded in front of.

White Liam (Whiam) to me, is trusting, definitely carnal, and has a boldness ...a recklessness if you will; yet he is hesitant to fully embrace his role as King. This Liam takes the lead in stories such as The Commoner’s Wife, Streets of New York, One Night Stand, and he is the Liam of choice in the upcoming stories, Sins of the Father, Best Friend, and Body Count.

I have plans for Bliam; he is the star in a few upcoming fics: Looking, Heartland, Life in a Southern Town (the Election AU), and Eight Minutes. For me, Bliam exudes a confidence the other Liams do not, which is at odds with my head canon that this particular Liam is more guarded than Drake and more of a loner.

Currently all three Liams can be found in my Remix series (only two chapters in, but more is coming!) where Asiam is a complete thot. (He can be an anomaly at times)

Head Canons (strictly my envisionings, opinions, and thought processes that formulate my version of Cordonia’s favorite King)

·         His name is Liam, not William; his mama named him Liam and that’s good enough for me. And coming from a family where me and my siblings all have names that begin with an R, I like the Leo, Liam, Lena thing; bonus that the first syllable for each is pronounced “Lee”

·         He has BDE, and the BD to back it up

·         He is not submissive in the bedroom. Being King is a 24/7 job, and I do not see him just shedding that type of power the second nakedness enters the picture

·         I also do not see him as dominant in the bedroom; for his partner’s pleasure, he can be assertive (not to be confused with aggressive). The man is still kinky though

·         However, he has no problem with a transference of power between he and his partner between the sheets (within reason)

·         Liam grew up in an environment where unilateral decisions that affect the entire country are made in a millisecond; hence the Coronation night fiasco. If keeping you a secret from Cordonia means you’re safe … it’s worth the fallout

·         Madeleine was his only choice that night because another suitor’s acceptance would immediately become a political arrangement, with their families/houses effectively trapping Liam in a marriage neither party wants

·         It doesn’t happen often, but he and MC argue. Loudly

·         He’s a social smoker, especially when networking or brokering a deal/arrangement/alliance

·         If he’s pouring a scotch, he’s stressed

·         MC is his first true/real relationship

·         He is not perfect

·         He makes mistakes

·         Two of my Liams can cook; the rest are at the mercies of the kitchens and Riley

·         He doesn’t flaunt his wealth

·         He is deeply spiritual (believes in a higher power and prayer), but doesn’t begin attending church until he and MC have created a family

What is the one thing Riley appreciates most about (her) Liam?

Riam Riley: I’ll have to get back to you on that.

Riley B.: I would have to say his thoughtfulness. When he borrows my car, he returns it with a full tank of gas. When he comes to my place, he brings in my mail and packages. He’ll Venmo me money when it’s a couple of days before payday. He looks out for me.

Mermaids Riley: His vulnerability. It’s hard to open to someone you hated for absolutely no reason, then find out you’re going to marry them, and now you have to get to know said person and let them get to know you as well. The more we talk and spend time together, the more I learn and not just the surface stuff. That takes more than courage, and I admire it.

Platinum AU Riley/Raleigh: I haven’t seen him in 10 years, but I remember his intelligence. He was more than educated or smart; Liam had a hunger for knowledge, and constantly fed it. He was open-minded as well, so prone to listen to opposing perspectives and broadening his mindset.

Discontent Riley: What I appreciate most about Liam? His selflessness. We’ve had … we’re having our share of problems, but he is always there for me despite public opinion, and at great risk to his reign. I can only imagine the toll our losses and my drinking have taken on his health on all levels, but he only cares for mine. I don’t deserve him.

UnRomance Riley: I appreciate the way he takes care of me. It may not always be the way I would want or even like, but he knows what I need without me saying a word.

Riam Riley: Oh, dear Lord! It’s my turn again? Okay, okay … I got one. It’s his even-temperedness. He’s the calm to my storm, he listens to me go on and on and on, especially when I’m hormonal which is all the time. Liam is steady. He makes things make sense. Not saying he doesn’t get frustrated, fed up, and angry … he does. But he’s never volatile, and it never lasts long. He truly forgives and forgets.

And there you have it, dear reader … a few things I think makes my Liam(s) tick and sets him apart (if only slightly) from the others. Your mileage may vary.

Tagging: @jared2612 @ao719 @marietrinmimi @queenjilian @indiacater @kingliam2019 @bebepac @liamxs-world @mom2000aggie @liamrhysstalker2020 @neotericthemis @twinkleallnight @umccall71 @superharriet @busywoman @gabesmommie1130 @tessa-liam @beezm @gardeningourmet @lovingchoices14 @mainstreetreader @angelasscribbles @lady-calypso @emkay512 @princessleac1 @charlotteg234 @queenrileyrose @alj4890 @yourfavaquarius111 @motorcitymademadame @queenmiarys @kingliamappreciationweek @lizzybeth1986 @sazanes​

#dcbbw writes #king liam appreciation week #klaw day 1 #king liam rys of cordonia

[ballsbalb]

yoo dunno what i’m doin but apparently this is a thing so a lil about me

f1 + footy

avid liverpool enjoyer- been writing fics for about 6/7 months now, been a writer longer than that. requests are always open (and appreciated, i’m an uncreative person)

american-born, have lived in several different countries (i used to speak dutch but then proceeded to not speak it for three years and now i have essentially duolingo-level knowledge)

pro-palestine, pro-choice, all that. i know, predictable, but guess what i’m not a literal psychopath 🤯🤯 wild that people still think it’s hard to be a decent human being but hey, we 🆙

in my free time i like to play video games, footy (goalkeeper) and other various sports, and writing (both fics and other things, depends on the mood yk)

diagnosed adhd (like bad. like i’m really fuckin adhd it’s not even funny anymore)

absolutely love this footy community, one of the most accepting places i’ve found on the planet. not a lot of places for bi trans guys like myself so it’s an honor and a privilege to be able to be part of this community :)

[majjmo]

How can an actor who did drugs/weed get more punishment and publicly shamed(he only harmed himself) THAN a literal predator who traffick3d women, gang 🍇ed and abused countless women??? WTF IS WRONG WITH SOUTH KOREA?!

How can a criminals like seungri and Jung joonyoung have the privilege to start their lives brand new??! Huh? While yoo ah-in is treated worse!! His everything is ruined!!!!

I’m so mad and scared for the women of sk, any one with enough connections and money can get a way with any thing

#tw #glad that the bbc did a documentary on this #can not stress enough how I wish for yoo ahin to recover #clowns #kpop #Korea

[ssuperficialspacecadett]

It's Your Turn

Chapter Ten of The One Condition Series | Chapter Eleven

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 4.7k

Summary: You react to the knowledge that Mando wants to tell you his name.

TW: Mentions of blood and violence in flashback.

Notes: This chapter isn't as long as I wanted it :/ Time just got away from me this week so I'm so sorry for that everyone ):

Cyar’ika: (shar-EE-kah) Akay haar oyu’baat hettir dayn: [ah-KAY] [har] [oy-YOO-baht] [HAYt-eer] [dain] Copikla: [koh-PEEK-lah]

— — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — —

“Your name?” You don’t dare say it above a whisper. 

His hand finds yours in the darkness and squeezes. He doesn’t know if he is more nervous to tell you his name or at your reaction to him wanting to tell you. You have been silent since you asked your question. In your defense he has been too. He simply holds on to you and waits for your response. Finally, he feels you squeeze him back.

“I know how important your name is to you.” You interlace your fingers with his and rest them on your belly. “I would be honored to have the privilege of knowing it, but I want you to know that you don’t have to tell me.”

“Your hesitation to know it makes me want to tell you all the more, Cyar’ika.”

You let out a sheepish laugh at what he says. “What do you mean?”

“You have always let me tell you things about my past and my culture at my own pace. You never pressed or pried to get more information. In the cantina, when we were playing your little game, you never asked me to remove my helmet or tried to guess what my name was.”

“It wouldn’t have been right of me to ask you to reveal those parts of yourself. That’s your creed, Tin Man, I respect that.”

You have been curious about his name since the cantina. How could you not be? You knew it wasn’t your place to ask and you knew you never would, but you were curious. The fact that he wants you to know something so deeply personal about him has your eyes threatening to dampen the cloth that covers them. This is different from a shared backstory of lost parents and scarred skin. This is something that is uniquely him. Something that he has hidden from the world to remain safe in his profession and in his creed. You hold your breath as you wait for him.

He brings your interwoven digits to his lips and places a kiss on the back of your hand. When he talks it's as if he is speaking directly into your skin. “And if I want to reveal one of those parts of myself? Would you have me?”

“Until the universe burns out.”

He lets out a sigh that comes from deep within himself.

“Din.” You can hear him smile as he says it. “My name is Din Djarin.”

“Din.” You whisper it more to yourself than him. You want to taste how it sounds coming out of your mouth. The way your tongue flicks as you say it makes your body tingle. It is so simple, yet so truly him. “Din Djarin.” You say again, louder this time. You smile at the double D’s in it. It’s a powerful name to match a powerful man. 

“Yeah.” You hear him scratch his head. “That’s me.”

“I love it.” You roll your body over, so your stomach is flush against his side. “This is the best gift I’ve ever gotten.”

“Hey! What about your hair tie?”

“You said it yourself…Din. This one is priceless.” You press a kiss to his abdominal muscles. “How did it feel?”

“How did what feel?”

“To say your name out loud?”

He can’t help but marvel at you. Here you are hearing his name, a gift for yourself, and you are asking him how he feels about it all. You are always so attentive to him in ways he has never experienced before. The Chiss woman was right when she said that Mandalorians don't know individuality. Everything is “we” or “us” or “they”. There really isn’t a lot of use for singular pronouns in Mando’a or in Mandalorian culture. That wasn’t the way. But here you are, checking in on how he feels to say his name. 

“It feels really freeing, but it doesn’t compare to hearing you say it.”

You nestle closer to his body, swinging your leg over him, and say his name over and over again. You feel like you are on a high with the joy it brings you. Each time you repeat it, you feel his body relax under you. 

“There is one condition,” he bumps you with his hip as he repeats your own words to you. “It can’t be said outside The Razor Crest.”

“Good thing I don’t like sharing.”

He laughs jovially at your response. “Thank you for letting me do this.”

“Always.” 

You feel him pull you into a kiss. It’s soft and slow. His plush lips envelop yours as he breathes you in. You truly could get drunk off him. You love it when he is hungry and forceful, but there was something magic about kissing him in an undemanding way. To just let yourself dissolve under his touch.

He delicately pulls himself away from you. “Akay haar oyu’baat hettir dayn.” 

A smile appears across your face as you hear him speak a language only he knows.

His lips find his favorite spot under your jaw. “Until the universe burns out.”

A small moan escapes your lips. The feeling of his mouth on you is setting your body ablaze. “C-can I give you something? It won’t compare to what you gave me, but I promise you will like it.”

“And what’s that, pretty thing?”

“My lips wrapped around your cock.” 

If you didn’t have prior knowledge that you are literally on a planet made of ice and snow, you could have thought the two of you were on a sun. The air in his small bedroom was lit on fire by your words. You sit up in the darkness and kneel by his side patiently.

“Fuck.”

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

You place your hands on his stomach and work them down until you feel them connect with the top of the covers. You ease them back and begin to kiss an uncharted path starting at his navel. The small trail of hair you feel under your lips causes your cheeks to flush. You have been desperate to have him in your mouth, but the timing was never right. He was always the one who wanted his tongue against you, wanted to taste you, and wanted to feel your body come unglued for him. Now it was your turn. There was nothing in that galaxy that could compare to what he just gave you, absolutely nothing, but maybe he would allow you to lavish him. His breaths have gotten more ragged since you started kissing him, but now that you finally made contact with the bottom of his length, it was as if he couldn’t breathe at all. You place a kiss to the tip before dragging your tongue across it to collect the treat his body oozed for you. You hum out to him as you taste the salty liquid dissolve on your tastebuds. 

“I can’t wait to feel you cumming down my throat, Din. To feel you stretch it out.” You place your lips around just his tip and circle it with your tongue.

“You’re a filthy girl,” He hisses your name out.

“But I’m yours.”

“That’s right.”

You lay your tongue down flat at the base of him and lick up his length. He groans into the nothingness that surrounds the two of you. You feel the ache in between your legs as you grip onto him. You guide half of him, for now, into your waiting lips. With each deliberate bob of your head, you twist your hand to stimulate the parts of him you don't have in your mouth. You remain at a steady pace so to not tire yourself out and to keep him right where you want him. You feel his body jolt in tandem with your movements as your mouth sinks lower around his shaft. Spit starts to dribble out of the sides of your lips and leak down on him. To transfixed in your task, you don’t notice when your hair starts to fall from behind your band. Not until a shaking hand comes and tucks it back into place.

“You look so beautiful with my cock in your mouth.”

You moan onto him in response to his praise and sink lower. Tears welling behind your covered eyes, you feel your nose brush against the tight curls at his base. You hold him there for a second, before pulling off of him with a pop. You must look like a mess. Hair falling out a place, lips puffy, and the lower half of your face glistening with saliva. 

“Maker, you’re massive.” You breathe.

You attach your lips to him again, but pick up your pace. You want to feel him melt under your hot mouth. His hand connects, hard, with your thigh and grips it as he moans hoarsely. You take this as a cue to go faster and do as you are silently commanded. You thrust yourself up and down on him fervently. Completely unfazed by the sloppy, wet noises that are coming from you. 

“Y-your fucking mouth, it feels like it was made for me.”

Your jaw feels tight and your cheeks burn from being hollowed out, but your insatiable need to please him wills your forward. You slide yourself off, still stroking him with your hand, and take his balls in your mouth. As soon as he feels you touch him there, his whole body jerks. You mewl at how responsive he is to you. A moan wrenches its way free from you as his hand finds its way to your soaking cunt. You unconsciously spread your legs for him as you lightly suck and pull on his balls. The hand you have on him wavers for a moment as he starts to rub tight circles on you. You reattach yourself back on his throbbing cock and slide down as far as you can. Moaning deeply when you have him buried to the hilt. You can feel the sound vibrate through his body.

“I’m gonna cum, pretty thing. Are you sure you want it in your mouth?”

You nod the best you can with how deep you have him and suck harder. His hand moves feverishly on your pussy as you feel him spill inside your mouth. You don’t dare spill a drop; you swallow it all hungrily. Right as you pull off of him your own orgasm takes hold. You were so caught up that you didn’t even realize how close you were. You cry out his name, his real name, as you feel yourself falling over his stomach. You feel your own breathless body be lifted up by his. Before sleep can consume you, you feel your body being slowly slid to his side. He wraps his arms around you and pulls you close. 

As he takes your lips in his, he can taste traces of himself. Something about that makes his chest swell with pride. He can feel how passionately you kiss him back. He feels a little guilty for stealing your moment of pleasuring him by making you cum as well, but hearing his name fall from your lips as you hit your peak made it all worth it. Your hold on him was set in stone now. There was nothing he could do to change it. You completely and utterly owned him and his heart. He could feel words he has never spoken dance on his tongue while he kissed you.

“Goodnight, Din.” You whisper up to him. 

“Goodnight.” He whispers your name back to you and presses his lips to your forehead.

He rises up and walks into the house. There isn’t anything you can do but listen.

“Oh Alden! I didn’t know you were stopping by-what’s that on your clothes, dear?” You could hear her voice slip from happiness to pure fear. She never wanted to fully admit that spice had taken Alden. Even when Bumi pleaded with her to stop giving him money, she refused. She said she would ‘never treat him like that’; her heart was too big for its own good.

“Hello, Sonia.” 

She laughs nervously before speaking. “You know I don’t like it when you call me that.”

“And you know I don’t like it when I don’t get what I want.”

“What?”

You can barely make out him mentioning you as he talks. “Bumi was no help either. Tried to give me ‘a good talking too’ in classic fashion.”

“Y-you never answered my first question, Alden. What’s on your clothes?”

You do your best to get up from your spot on the ground, but it's no use. You are only able to crawl at a torturously slow pace. There was no way you would be able to get inside before what you knew was going to happen. The guilt weighed you down as you dragged your body over to the limp one in front of you. 

“P-please wake up,” You sobbed. “I need you.” You hung your forehead on his chest and tried to stifle your noises. The blood gushing from your neck soaked into his shirt and mingled with his own. 

You almost missed it. A small puff of air causes your hair to flutter. You stop crying and hold your breath. You could have imagined it. It could have just been the wind, but you wait for it again. You feel tiny strands of your hair dance around as another puff of air, accompanied by a heaving chest, makes itself known. 

“I’m stronger than I look, Sweetheart.”

You don’t wake up yelling this time, but you have thoroughly soaked your band with tears. You are wrapped in Din’s arms and you hope that you didn’t wake him as your body shuttered out tears. His breathing seems normal and his heart beat is steady against your back. You lock onto its steady rhythm and feel your body start to relax. Even when he isn't consciously helping, he is. Strange how a man you have known less than six months is restoring damage that you have been carrying for years. You place a kiss on his bicep and snuggle deeper.

You have been laying with him, dozing, for almost an hour when you feel the urge to use the fresher. You curse your bladder for giving you reason to leave the sanctuary of his arms and room. Knowing he is a light sleeper, you do your best to remove yourself from his grasp without waking him. You fumble around for your pillow and place his arms around it. It warms your hearts knowing how much he likes holding on to you while he sleeps. It’s as if he thinks that if he doesn’t, you won't be there with him in the morning. You want to kiss him, but with how blind you are you know you would probably smack your forehead into his and wake him up. You chose to simply run your hand along his arm before exiting; not bothering to close the door. 

After you finish using the fresher you remove your band and pat it dry as much as possible. You ache to leave it off, but that's just not a possibility. You know in your heart that you would wear it for the rest of your life if it meant being able to be around him. Once it is sufficiently dry you tie it back into place and cautiously walk out. As you are passing the baby’s pram you hear a small cry. On instinct you turn to open it, but stop short when you realize you are as naked as the day you were born. You almost grabbed the shirt that was discarded last night, but feel your cheeks get hot as you remembered what it was ultimately used for.  You hurriedly make your to Din’s drawer full of shirts and throw one on. The child’s cries grow louder as you draw nearer to his crib. 

“Hush, my love.” You scoop him up. “Your daddy is still sleeping.” 

You hear him make a bewildered noise. 

“He came home after I put you to sleep. Let’s move over here, okay?”

You walk with him over to the ladder and take a seat on it. You push up your sash and peer down at him. 

“I have to keep it on when he takes his helmet off.” You bounce him on your knee. “Mandalorian things, am I right?”

He only laughs gleefully in response to you. You sit in happy silence with him until you remember what woke you up in the first place. 

“Hey, can I tell you about my dream?” 

He nods his small head and moves his hand down to hold onto yours. You take a deep breath and recite to him. You don’t think he blinked the whole time you were talking. He just listened quietly and absorbed all of the information. Sometimes you think he doesn’t really know what you are talking about, but in moments like this, you know he does. When you finish, he wriggles free from your grip on his body and nestles into you. You hug him close and place a kiss on his head. 

“I wonder if there is a Mando’a word for ‘cute’ that I can call you. I’ll have to ask Din when he wakes up.” 

The baby looks up at you with wide eyes at your use of a foreign name. 

“Oh! Guess what? He told me his name! Do you…do you think he likes me?”

The creature in your arms coos softly up at you and smiles. You decide to take it positively. You stand up and swing around in a circle with him under the moonlight that is dripping down from the cockpit windows. 

“Well I like him.” 

The two of you spin and laugh together completely unaware of your audience. Din has woken up right as you were finishing telling the kid about your dream. Your lack of body heat in the bed was jarring at first, but hearing that you were right outside calmed him. He listened quietly as you questioned if there was a Mando’a word for cute. It was copikla if he recalled correctly. Then he froze when he heard what you asked next. 

“Do you…do you think he likes me?”

“Oh, Cyar’ika, if only you knew how much.” He smiles as he hears his kid all but confirm his feelings to you. 

“Well I like him.”

His heart clutches in his chest. He knows he shouldn’t, but he risks peeking his uncovered head outside his room at you. When he sees you, he wishes he could stop time itself. You were twirling around with the child in your arms and laughing enthusiastically. His undershirt swishes around your knees as your body twists. The ambient light from the moon made your face look soft and sweet. You looked ethereal in its glow, even with your hair sticking out from behind the band you had pushed up to your forehead. Your happiness poured out of you and your aura could have blinded entire planets. Before you could notice him, he ducks back into hiding. As he laid down and waited for you to return to him, he basked in the feeling that you were getting better. You were slowly releasing the pain you held in your heart. 

When he felt the cot dip slightly at your body crawling back onto it he cracked his eyes to watch you flounder around. You found home in his arms and curled yourself close against his body. Sleep came easy to you both after that.

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Mando’s fourth and final quarry was a blur. The three of you flew to another icy planet, Vandor, to find it. He was only gone for about a week, which was quicker than usual, but you still yearned to have him back with you. The child still demanded to sleep with you while Din was gone and you had no choice but to oblige. You secretly loved your two protectors in the night.

After the quarry was secured in carbonite you heard him walk over to your bed. You cracked one eye up at him while he peered down over the crates at you and the babe. 

“Is it my turn to sleep with her now?” He asked his son. 

You laugh as the goblin on your chest grunts out some angry, incoherent words. You were sure he was cursing at his father. His helmet only shakes at the outrage as he leans down to pick him up. As he walks the child to his pram you hear him chide about learning how to share. You wait patiently for Din to return to you. When he does, he is dressed in his underclothes and helmet. You will never get over how wildly sexy he looks with that on his head. 

“Can I join you?”

You answer by scooting over to make room for him and patting on the vacant area. You can see his stomach puff out with silent laughter as he starts to crawl into the bed. He lays down next to you and brings his legs up to cup under your ass. It feels like you are sitting in the most luxurious chair in the galaxy. 

“I set the nav for Navarro. After I drop the quarries off to Karga, it’s your turn. No more trying to negotiate for more pucks, pretty thing.” 

“My turn.” A twinge of guilt floods your veins, but you push it down. 

“Hmmm.”

“You just want to start so you can get your hands on my credits.”

“Oh yeah. That’s me. Always hungry for credits.” 

He pinches your side causing a cascade of laughter to flow out of you. Even in your state of bliss you can’t help the nagging thought of what will happen after he completes his task. You want to stay with him, with his child, and even with this Maker forsaken ship.

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Navarro is as lively as usual. Your posse of three navigate the busy streets to the usual cantina. You swerve in and out of people until you see the silver of the doors. As if Din can sense that seeit makes your mouth run dry, he places his hand at the small of your back and helps guide you inside. He holds it there as you walk through the sparsely populated building, through your greetings with Karga, and right up until you slide into the booth. Karga smiles in a friendly manner at you while you get situated. The baby, in his open pram, babbles up at your host and holds one of the four pucks in his hand. 

“So it looks like those four pucks treated you well, Mando!” Karga picks the three pucks tucked away in the crib before he gathers the one from the child's small hands. The secretly talkative man now sits quite next to you, nodding at the man on the opposite side of the table. 

“As usual, my men will start unloading.” He reaches into a small bag sitting next to him on the booth. “Here is your payment.”

“Thank you.” Mando takes the bag of credits, once again sliding it over to you, and returns to face Karga. 

“I see your companion is still with you. Does that mean you won’t be taking a look at my stock this time?” 

When he doesn’t get a response he turns his attention to you. “What about you, my dear? Care to convince Mando to have a look?”

You feel a gloved hand come to rest on your upper thigh. You force your face to remain stuck in a pleasant smile. “Unfortunately, I have been barred from negotiating further.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes.”

The hand on your leg gives you a light pat and Mando steps in to save you. “I have put her quarry on hold long enough. Only when I have completed it will I look into more work with the guild.” 

“Fair enough. Fair enough. What about that drink you said you would have with me last time, hmm?”

You open your mouth to respond, but Din steps in again. “She’s fine.”

Once again you are astounded that him interjecting on your behalf doesn't bother you. If it had been anyone else, any other man, you would have been instantly taken aback and put off. But with him, Maker with him, you just feel protected. With as good as you have gotten at reading him, it just now occurred to you that he has done the same. Learned your mannerisms, learned your quirks, and learned how to read your mind. 

“I have a bit of a headache, I’m sorry. I don’t think that drinking would make it any better.” You smile sweetly at him and hope he believes your white lie. 

“I see, my sweet.” The hand on your leg tightens as the second pet name of the evening comes from Karga. “Then rest, please! I don’t want you feeling worse on my account.” 

You thank him while running your thumb along Mando’s hand. You hope he gets the hint that you want to leave. He does.

“We will be taking our leave now. I’ll see you when I get back.”

The two men share a firm handshake before you all depart. Just as he did before, Mando places his hand on you as you walk out of the cantina. The walk is silent, but you don’t mind. You enjoy the feeling of the sun's fleeting glow on your skin as you pass under the town's arch. 

“I don’t like it when he talks to you like that.”

His comment catches you off guard.

“Karga?”

“Yes. I don’t like that he thinks he can call you those things.”

You turn your gaze from the approaching ship to the helmet that is reflecting the sun. He stares straight ahead, but you can still see the gears turning around in his mind.

“I think that’s just how he is, but I’ll tell him to stop. I don’t want anyone else but you to have a nickname for me. I don’t care about them the way I care about you.”

He may not have been looking at you before, but he sure is now. The both of you slow your walking until you are completely stopped and staring at each other. 

“Are you saying you…care about me?”

Your heart breaks at his question. You never want him to have doubts, especially about your feelings towards him. 

“Din.” You reach your hand up to cradle his beskar helmet in your hands. “You have dug your way into my heart in ways I didn’t think was possible. Of course I care about you. Probably more than an employer should care.” You can help but wink as you say this. “You have brought illustrious technicolor to my life. I wouldn’t give it up for anything in the universe.”

He can only whisper your name out. He thinks if he says anything more you would be able to hear the shake in his voice. 

You get on your tiptoes and place your forehead against the cold metal. “Akay haar oyu’baat hettir dayn.” 

This small phrase said the three words that you didn’t have the strength to say out loud yet.

“Akay haar oyu’baat hettir dayn.” 

“Let’s go home?”

“Okay.”

Once inside The Crest you head over to put the baby to sleep. You make sure to tell him that you will be alright tonight and only after he hears that does he close his eyes. You make sure he is tucked in and place his silver ball in the corner of his pram before closing it up. When you turn you see Mando starting to climb up the ladder.

“Where is Alden? I need to set the coordinates.”

“Oh uhhh…”

Your hesitation stops him. He removes the foot he previously had on the metal pole back down to the ground. 

“You know where he is right?”

You stay silent. You hand worms its way up to your neck, something it hadn’t done in a while, and tugs on your band. You hear the question repeated in a louder tone now. You can’t blame him, you are just standing there like an idiot while he talks. It is a perfectly acceptable question as well. Of course he needs to know where Alden is. He needs to pilot the ship there.

“No…”

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#the mandalorian fanfiction #the mandalorian x you #mando x you #mando x reader #the mandalorian x reader #din djarin #din x you #din x reader #din dijarin fanfiction #slow burn #slow build #star wars

[rarepears]

fic game: Five times There Was Only One Bed was not a concern, and the one time it was

Aka 5 different Solo Leveling AUs...

A story in which Sung Jinwoo and Sung Jinah were born as not just twins but conjoined twins, Add to the mix that one of the siblings is transgendered and only one of the twins Awakened, and Sung Jinwoo is in a very awkward position in deciding whether to risk Sung Jinah's life in order to make that Good Money from mana crystals in the gates or to find some other lucrative career to pay off their mom's hospital bills... It's a good thing that being conjoined twins means they don't need two beds or two bedrooms. Plus they don't eat as much as two people do... In the end, it's Sung Jinah's BL webnovels that end up paying Mom's bills.

Playboy!Sung Jinwoo AU: After the whole Glow Up Via Second Awakening situation, Sung Jinwoo becomes quite the playboy. Well, more like he has Needs and he doesn't want to deal with a relationship yet, so he just goes through a long string of one night stands. Sung Jinwoo and Yoo Jinho travel to America for some business travel and There Was Only One Bed. So Sung Jinwoo goes to a club, finds a one night stand and that's his free bed for the night. Problem solved.

Set in the epilogue: Beru was curious by the hotel bed and decided to test it out. BUT apparently he's far too heavy for the bed to take... Sung Jinwoo is permanently banned from said hotel for life. There Was Only One Bed never happens because Sung Jinwoo already knew the hotel wouldn't let him stay there for a night... so he just let his coworker take the bedroom and he went off to find another hotel to stay at for the night.

Here's one of the downsides of being a hunter - a S ranked Hunter - before traveling back into the past: you get used to your privileges and don't realize that you are breaking the rules since no one wants to risk pissing off their most powerful S ranked Hunter. So... when I'm-pretending-to-be-a-teenager-again-even-though-i'm-practically-an-old-man-in-age Sung Jinwoo sees a pickpocket gunning for his dad's wallet, he might have responded with excessive force. Ditto for the high school students who tried to bully Jinah. No matter how secretive Jinwoo tried to be, in this age of modern tech - of CCTVs, phone GPS tracking his every move, and more - naturally he was spotted. The evidence isn't very solid, but through the process of elimination, the culprit can only be Jinwoo. And charged. Good job Jinwoo! (Jinwoo quickly asserts dominance in juvenile and no one dares steal his bed again. If there's only one bed available, then everyone knows it's Jinwoo's bed by default, not that Jinwoo really needs a bed but other people don't know that.) It's surprising then to know that Jinwoo ends up becoming the head of a large criminal empire. Well, technically it's Beru's criminal empire. Jinwoo is just the face of it.

Sung Jinwoo pulls out a mattress from his inventory space. Problem solved.

+1 After watching an animated version of "The Princess and the Pea", Beru was Very Upset that his liege Only Had One Mattress in bed. So he took all the other mattresses in the apartment and added it to Jinwoo's bed. If in the process, Beru accidentally ripped up a couple mattresses with his claws(?) and strength... oops.

Sung Jinah and Mom ended up cramming into Jinwoo's mattress as Jinwoo took the pillowfort couch that night.

(Well okay, Jinwoo could had popped into a matress store and bought new mattress, but Mom said no. And Jinah was already excited about a fun "sleepover", complete with pillowforts.)

However, it ended up being a fun night, reminding Jinwoo of when he was younger and he still shared a room with little Jinah who still had yet to gain the ability to fall asleep without Mom reading a story to her.

[check out other fic ideas in the #made up fic title ask game]

#make up fake fic title ask game #solo leveling #solo leveling au #solo leveling ideas #sung jin woo #sung jinwoo #sung jinah #manhwa #fanfic ideas #Five times There Was Only One Bed was not a concern and the one time it was: Sung Jinwoo edition

[constantinerkives]

RULES & MASTERLIST

Hello everyone, before we begin I'd like to establish a few rules:

The one-shots that I'll be writing here are either K-POP or non-KPOP AU's, depending on the request that I'm given.

My main focus is AESPA, and therefore I will write only about them

CISHET MEN DNI, this is a safe space for my WLW readers

Smut requests are also welcome, so-*gunshot*

If you request a smut one-shot, kindly specify if you want your chosen idol to be GP or not

Now if there's anything that I'm uncomfortable with in terms of writing, it's these:

Male reader

GP reader (sorry)

Incest

Non-con

Pedophilia

Necrophilia

Scat play

Now a gentle reminder that what I've written is fictitious and therefore should not be taken seriously.

Here's the master list, requests are CLOSED until further notice.

Dance Macabre // YJM

Unholy Matrimony // M

The Model and the Muse

One for my Enemy

Yoo Privilege

Million Dollar (Wo)Man // M

MILF Karina // M, coming soon

Idol! Karina, coming soon

The Player's Gambit // M (Coming soon)

Athlete Minjeong // M (Coming soon)

Reliever Minjeong // M (Coming soon)

Idol Ningning! Secretly dating trope, coming soon!

Unhappy prompt

As Alekto

#masterlist #constantinewrites #aespa #karina x reader #kpop oneshots #kpop imagines #female reader #winter x reader #giselle x reader #ningning x reader #yoo jimin #aeri uchinaga #kim minjeong #ning yizhuo #aespa x reader #aespa masterlist

[yeoubye]

TEMPT Gangster — Yoo Cheongwoo

“Stop hitting up the nightclub.”

DETAILS.

This is in direct relation to the bot Nightclub (Kangdae) I made previously where the user happened to meet Cheongwoo's younger brother at the nightclub. You are not obligated to interact with the Nightclub bot, but it will give you more context as to who Kangdae is.

For the reason the user and Cheongwoo had broken up, it is supposed to be one that you can make up! Whether that be Cheongwoo not paying attention to the relationship much, being insensitive, or it was the user's problem on their part.

BACKGROUND.

Cheongwoo was born in Busan, South Korea and is the oldest of his 4 siblings. His family is extremely privileged and wealthy considering that almost all his relatives are renowned doctors or physicians. Yet, at a very young age, Cheongwoo never wanted to go down this path. He was immediately brought into an underground drug ring by his highschool friends which led him to forming a gang. He is the leader of this gang called 'Scorpions'.

Soon, Cheongwoo met you and fell deeply in love. He had been in many gay relationships in the past and, despite his parents disapproving, he still sticks true to himself. Yet, a falling out between Cheongwoo and you occurred, which promptly broke them up and they haven't seen each other in years.

While Kangdae was bringing you to their parents house to meet his relatives for a family gathering, Cheongwoo found out you had to find out you were now dating his younger brother, Kangdae. Kangdae is known for being 'straight' and inexperienced in gay relationships so this was out of the left field for Cheongwoo—causing his old heartstrings to be pulled once more.

SYPNOSIS.

Cheongwoo didn't even want to hear you out. He knew that no matter what you said, it would never change the fact that you were dating his baby brother now. A few years ago, he thought you were his everything—the man he could ever need. Yet, after a falling out and horrible break up that led you both to be devastated, you ended up going to nightclubs. He would lay awake, sleepless nights without you in his arms while you suddenly found Kangdae. He only found out about your relationship with Kangdae after he brought you to a family dinner party. Was this all some kind of scheme to make Cheongwoo feel more horrible? Or did you really not know that you were dating your ex boyfriend's younger brother?

GREETING.

Cheongwoo tried to bury his feelings. Yet, seeing you hold hands with Kangdae infuriated him to no end.

Were you trying to get petty revenge on a failed relationship or did you not know that Kangdae was his younger brother? Either way, he couldn't simply let you go.

"Didn't take you to be the type to swoon for more younger, inexperienced men." He commented, a cigar burning between his pale lips. "Was I just a test dummy to you all those years ago?" His eyes narrowed, the hurt evident.

RESPONSE EX.

He didn't expect Cheongwoo to confront him this early on, especially considering that he was at Cheongwoo's and Kangdae's parents house to meet the family. Despite all this, he never once knew that the person he was dating was actually related to his ex.

He bit his lip, unsure how to explain any of this to Cheongwoo. "Cheongwoo-ya... listen," he softly spoke. "It isn't what it looks like, I promise. I never even knew Kangdae was related to you!"

Your words seemed to soothe him... somewhat. Although, seeing and acknowledging the reality that you are now dating Kangdae, he felt his blood boil.

"Did you truly think I wouldn't find out?" He asked in a low tone.

What was his intention all these years ago? Was it to lure him to bed and then abandon him for Kangdae? In his eyes, things were a little too coincidental to pass off as mere coincidences.

"Just tell me this: are you using my brother?" He wanted a straight answer. And he wanted it now.

#1989TEMPT #1989BOTS #YEOUBIPOST

[denimbex1986]

'Cillian Murphy paid a heartfelt tribute to his wife and sons as he won the Best Actor BAFTA for his role in Oppenheimer on Sunday, as the movie swept the board bagging seven gongs.

The Irish actor, 47, who plays the titular role in Christopher Nolan's atomic bomb saga, picked up the prize at the star-studded London's Royal Festival Hall ceremony.

Presented with the trophy by Cate Blanchett, he paid tribute to wife of 20-years Yvonne McGuinness as well as sons Malachy, 18, and Aran, 16, who is also an actor.

Saying: 'To Yvonne, Malachy and Aran you are my best friend and I love you so much'.

Cillian triumphed over Bradley Cooper for Maestro, Colman Domingo for Rustin, Paul Giamatti for The Holdovers, Barry Keoghan for Saltburn and Teo Yoo for Past Lives.

Accepting the trophy he said: 'Oh boy, holy moly, thank you very, very much BAFTA.'

He also paid tribute to 'the most dynamic, kindest producer-director partnership in Hollywood: Chris Nolan and Emma Thomas, thank you for seeing something in me that I probably didn't see in myself.'

The Irish actor said to Nolan: 'Thank for always pushing me and demanding excellence because that is what you deliver time and time again.'

He also acknowledged his 'fellow nominees and my Oppenhomies', adding: 'I know it's a cliche to say, but I'm in awe of you.'

Cillian described J Robert Oppenheimer, known as the father of the atomic bomb, was a 'colossally knotty character', adding: 'We have a space to debate and interrogate and investigate that complexity and it's a privilege to be a part of this community with you all.

Downey Jr, 58, also collected a BAFTA for his role as Lewis Strauss in the Hollywood blockbuster, which has swept the board during the 2024 awards season.

Robert admitted he owes the award to Nolan, producer Emma Thomas and leading man Murphy, as well as 'British influence'.

Gesturing to Nolan, he said: 'Recently that dude suggested I attempt an understated approach as a last ditch effort to resurrect my dwindling credibility.'

Downey Jr's win set a new record for the longest gap between wins by any performer as it comes 31 years after his previous BAFTA, for the 1993 film Chaplin.

The previous record was 27 years, set by Sir Anthony Hopkins in 2021 when he won the award for best actor for The Father, nearly three decades after his 1994 win for Shadowlands.

Nolan won the Best Director BAFTA for Oppenheimer, his epic tale of how the nuclear bomb was created.

Before accepting the award from actor Hugh Grant, Nolan hugged Murphy.

Nolan joked that his brother 'beat him up here' by being in a chorus of a production 40 years ago.

Nolan has previously lost out despite numerous commercial successes such as Inception and The Dark Knight, the UK-born filmmaker won out against Jonathan Glazer [The Zone of Interest], Justine Triet [Anatomy of a Fall], Alexander Payne [The Holdovers], Bradley Cooper [Maestro] and Andrew Haigh [All of Us Strangers].

He paid tribute to Murphy and added to those who backed the film: 'Thank you for taking on something dark'.

The director also acknowledged the efforts of nuclear disarmament organisations to bring peace.

Oppenheimer swept up in the big name categories, but it was closely followed by the surreal black comedy Poor Things...'

#Cillian Murphy #Christopher Nolan #Oppenheimer #Robert Downey Jr. #Andrew Haigh #All of Us Strangers #Chaplin #BAFTAs #Poor Things #Cate Blanchett #Sir Anthony Hopkins #The Father

[ginithemeerie]

Fog Emoji

A little in between sketchdump until i finally finish the first boss-

In a discord server @boatslut gave an idea: make a peppino clone oc using your sona as a base so of course i had to make one, using my weirdcore sona (cuz i found it weirdly fitting) and thus Fog Emoji (Frog + Cat Emoji) was born!

I immediately became obsessed with this lil gooper, who knew making peppino clone ocs was fun another note: I like to use non-art programs with drawing tools as art programs so i didnt have the privilege of making (somewhat) clean art with this lol

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TW: some gore and blood

another lil sketch dump featuring some responses to others, like @yoo-f4 's pepepepe (fog train) and a hug based on their post

also the unreadable symbols in red are the foglore language created by yoo-f4 :)

translation 1 (left to right): "Me!", "Wha?", "hurts", "no", "fog" and "walk" translation 2 (left to right): "friend" and "there can only be one"

#sketch #pizza tower #pizza tower spoilers #peppino clone oc #pizza tower oc #tw gore #tw blood #body horror #scopophobia #just a silly guy

[beautifulpersonpeach]

I feel like kpop stans created their own worst enemy in armys maybe they should've been nicer. Exols vips and shawols specifically I feel like out of the fandoms that did the most damage they're the biggest ones still sticking around

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Hi Anon,

Watching from the sidelines, it was equal parts hilarious and disturbing to see that creation happen in real time. The dominant cultures of those fandoms haven’t changed in years, and neither has the animosity to ARMYs by virtue of the competition the artists they support have to BTS - not intentionally, but just by virtue of the dynamics in k-pop. SHINee, Big Bang, and EXO were supposed to be the dominant groups in k-pop globally - they had the company backing and privilege, the money, and the articles going as far back as 2011, to guarantee it. And they still enjoyed wide-scale success and are by several metrics still very successful. But BTS was an aberration that completely upended the hierarchy in k-pop, and just by virtue of being an anomaly in the system, earned them animosity. It’s a dynamic that used to fascinate me in 2018 and Kim Young-dae’s writing on it at the time was very interesting to read.

Anyway, now ARMYs are what they are for better or worse, and responsibility for the fandom’s behaviour rests solely on the fandom, though of course it’s best understood when looking at the wider k-pop and music ecosystem.

One thing my k-ARMY friend was telling me yesterday was that this partnership HYBE is pursuing with SM serves as insurance against the worst factions of anti-BTS sentiment in SM, while plugging the revenue shortfall from BTS enlisting. I disagreed (and still do) about the first point.

Spite is a very natural human emotion but in k-pop, it’s distilled to an extremely potent and poisonous weapon. You see it everywhere in even the most innocuous places and it’s so prominent that even newer k-pop fans tap into that undercurrent almost immediately as soon as they enter k-pop spaces. In terms of corporate benefits, this SM deal for HYBE is nearly airtight in how brilliant it is, but when considering dominant fandom behaviours that stretch past 15 years at least, it’s a poorly thought out choice.

I mean,

- SM, SM staff, and fans of SM groups have been well aware of the company-wide corruption and crimes Lee Sooman is guilty of, for literal decades. But it was him approaching HYBE that became the turning point that apparently has “destroyed his legacy” - quoting a k-SM fan on a forum yesterday.

- MHJ is responsible for several of SM’s most iconic concepts. Some people had misgivings about her but it was well understood that she worked within a team and took direction for those concepts from none other than Lee Sooman and Yoo Young-jin. In fact, when she announced her resignation from SM a couple years ago, I recall seeing several fans of SM groups sad and distraught about her leaving. But when it was revealed she moved to HYBE, the dominant sentiment changed. Cue all the subsequent accusations to justify that sentiment and the stigma applied to NewJeans, but it’s very curious to me that neither Blackpink, nor Big Bang, nor Baby Monster have any stigma attached to them despite training as minors under Yang Hyun-suk - the only actual known pedophile in k-pop. Like it’s not even common knowledge in wider k-pop fandom despite a court case, tv interview, and marriage certificate which prove his predilections beyond reasonable doubt. But after MHJ moved to HYBE, all it took was a Twitter thread, Pinterest pictures, and an active imagination to sell the crime.

- Garam.

I could list more instances spanning the last 6 years but I’ll stop here for now. My point is, I understand why HYBE is pursuing SM. That company has been so badly managed that it’s simpler cheaper to acquire it, than any of the other Big3 companies. If I were to suggest a company with better potential synergy for HYBE, I would suggest JYPE and that’s also a company that prudently disburses capital. But JYPE would also be more expensive for HYBE and likely wouldn’t yield as good a return as acquiring SM. This is one case where I’d say money isn’t everything, but lol what do I know? I’m just an ARMY and k-pop stan.

#BTS #Hybe #sm entertainment #JYPE #kpop industry #kpop #fandom behaviour #kpop fandom #bts army #bts fandom

[sqewed0722]

It’s in those eyes…

After having completed all of the episodes that have been released for “My Dearest/Lovers”, I realize that the bulk of the acting done by Nam Goong Min and Ahn Eun Jin was through their eyes. It’s very nuanced and highly sophisticated acting. Without words, or any grandiose action, they manage to convey perfectly a world of emotions coming from their characters.

I’m especially fascinated by Nam Goong Min, mainly because his character, Lee Jang Hyun, almost always wears a poker face. All his emotion is in his eyes and conveyed by a mere shift in the way it glints or a slight movement. Oftentimes, he can go from neutrality to outrage to love in the space of a few seconds without saying anything, or any change in his overall facial expression.

Ahn Eun Jin is just as good, but with her, I love how she made a very credible and believable transformation from a frivolous, flighty young woman living a privileged life, to one that survives against all odds, mainly through her own intelligence, resourcefulness and courage. You see the stark difference between the Lady Yoo Gil-chae of the first few episodes to the one that emerged after having survived the war and all sorts of violence and deprivation.

The other actors are just as good. They really make you see their characters through their portrayals and you feel for and with them. Even the villains become sympathetic and you end up understanding why they act the way they do, because of the way the actors showcase their motivations and emotions. And they’re all just as good as the leads in nuanced acting.

I haven’t been this hyped by a Korean drama in a long time.

#kdrama #my dearest #nam goong min #ahn eun jin #Youtube

[gifsbysimplysonia]

FELIZ CUMPLEAÑOS @jillybean1217 🥳🎊🎉🎈🎂🎁

You are the R2D2 to my C3P0, the Linda to my Bob, and the Joy to my Sadness. You help keep me sane at work. You are my biggest supporter and cheerleader when it comes to my attempts to be creative/write. You are my partner in crime when it comes to adventures in the real world, be they concerts or Disney trips or just binging on my couch. There's nobody I'd rather do something or do nothing with.

You are such a warm and loving caregiver; an excellent daughter, sister and best friend. I am so incredibly privileged to know you and I thank you for the last decade plus of friendship. I hope I am even a fraction of the friend that you are cuz every day I wake up, you make me feel seen, cared for and appreciated. My wish for you is for you to recognize what a wonderful, talented and awesome human being that you are and to give yourself more credit for that and to put yourself first sometimes 🫂

I love yoo, Jillian! Happy Birthday, and here's to many many more 💙💙💙

#my besties