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whenlovetriestoleave · 2 years

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lee minjo, jeong cheongsol, & honest so by cho gi-seok for vogue korea oct '22 styling by kim soojung & dahee choi, hair by gabe sin, makeup by lee nakyeum

#cho gi seok #lee minjo #jeong cheongsol #honest so #kim soojung #dahee choi #gabe sin #lee nakyeum #upload

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barbwritesstuff · 2 months

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Your friend wanting to kiss Minjo 🤝 tumblr anons wanting to kiss Lee 🤝 tumblr anons wanting to kiss sergi

I am not immune to peer pressure.

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bidokja · 1 year

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Weak Hero Character Names

For those who don't know, the Weak Hero webtoon anglicized a bunch of the characters' first names from Korean to English. They don't do this for newly introduced characters anymore AFAIK, but all the names they anglicized initially have been kept that way.

Since I've gotten a few people asking about the names, so I decided to compile a list of their original Korean names. You can find amost of these on their character profiles on the Weak Hero fandom page, but I figured people would appreciate having a quick reference that is all in one place. Hopefully this helps people learn/connect their original names.

Remember, this is not a full character list, it's for finding the Korean names of the characters that had their names anglicized.

The format will be:

Anglicized Name -> Korean Name (common alternative romanizations will be in parenthesis)

Eunjang High

Alex Go -> Go Hyeontak (Hyun-tak)

Ben Park -> Park Humin (Hoo-min)

Colton Choi -> Choi Hyoman (Hyo-man)

Eugene Gale -> Seo Juntae (Jun-tae)

Gerard Jin -> Jin Gayul (Ga-yool)

Gray Yeon -> Yeon Sieun (Shi-eun)

Phillip Kim -> Kim Pilyoung (Pil-young)

Rowan Im -> Im Juyang (Ju-yang)

Teddy Jin -> Jin Taeoh (Tae-oh)

Daehyeon High

Dean Kwon -> Kwon Hyeokjin (Hyuk-jin)

Jake Ji -> Ji Hakho (Hak-ho | Hagho)

Timothy Park -> Park Taegi (Tae-gi)*

Ganghak High

Jared Sun -> Seon Jongwon (Sun Jong-Wan)

Toby Kim -> Kim Dosik (Do-sik)

Wolf Keum -> Keum Seongje (Sung-je)

Hyeongshin High

Forrest Lee -> Lee Sehan (Se-han)

Myles Joo -> Joo Seungjin (Seung-jin)

Robin Ha -> Ha Minjo (Min-jo)

Sam "Grape" Lee -> Lee Gongsam (Gong-sam)

Yeo-il High

Donald Na -> Na Baekjin (Baek-jin)

Kingsley Kwan -> Kwan Seokhyeon (Suk-hyun)

Yoosun High

Harper "Helmet" Ha -> Ha Huicheol (Hee-chul)

Hugo Yoon -> Yun Hoyeong (Yoon Ho-young)

Jack Kang -> Kang Jeongyeon (Jung-yun)

Jimmy Bae -> Bae Jihun (Ji-hun)

Other Recurring/Relevant Characters

Bryce Oh -> Oh Beomseok (Beom-sok)

Julia Chae -> Chae Yujin (Yoo-jin)

Kenny Ji -> Ji Gwangseok (Gwang-seok)

Lala Lee -> Lee Minji (Min-ji)

Lily Nam -> Nam Jeongah (Jung-ah)

Oswald Yang -> Yang Seonghun (Sung-hoon)*

Sean Shin -> Shin Jeongseob (Jung-sub)*

Stephen Ahn -> Ahn Suho (Su-ho)

Wesley Song -> Song Baekkyu (Beak-gyu)

(* These names weren't on the wiki, so I looked at raws.)

#weak hero #weak hero webtoon #webtoon #weak hero class 1 #gray yeon #mine

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toad-games · 1 year

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When The Dust Clears

It’s done. Blackwell has gone, her pack has won. Theo feels anything but victorious.

Please enjoy this extremely self indulgent epilogue where my MC, Theo, gets some well deserved TLC. Farro belongs to the amazing game Blood Moon by @/barbwritesstuff

Farro x Alpha!Mc (Theo) 3,000 words Rated: M (language and canon typical violence)

The den is still a hive of activity, even as the pack slowly trickles out in twos and threes. The cleanup crew is bustling around, the paramedics looking increasingly frustrated as their patients get up, brush themselves off, and walk away. Theo watches, bottom lip caught in her teeth as Marta, supported by Leo, slips out after Nik and Grace. She has one eye on her pack, the other on the people swarming around, sweeping up broken glass, gathering samples of blood from all surfaces. And there’s plenty of blood around. Even though the moon has set long ago, the presence of these strangers, their unfamiliar and harshly chemical scent, is sending the wolf in her into a frenzy.

hunthunthunthunthunthunthunthunthunthunthunthunthunthunthunthunthunthunt

She pushes the thoughts away.

Addie loads the kids and Minjo into a car. For once, the kids go quietly, not arguing over who gets what seat or asking for a certain song to play. Addie is murmuring something to Izzie, her eyes soft. Only once the car door is closed does Addie’s face fall, grief making the lines even deeper. Theo’s stomach twists but she doesn’t move from her spot in the middle of the room.The cleanup crew doesn’t say anything, they flow around her like a river. They sprinkle something that makes her nose itch over the gore on the floor, sweeping up the splintered wood that had been bashed in. The paramedics look like they want to protest, but they stay silent. The cops have already gone. She’s grateful for it, but also nervous. Someone else is clearly pulling some strings, and she wants to know who. But she can’t think about that right now. Right now, they need food, they need rest, they need to stay together.

Nearby, Marco and Vicky argue about the best way to bust Sergi from the pound. Ed is tapping away at his phone. Lee had disappeared, melted away when the cops arrived. Carrie hovers over Ed’s shoulder and Theo can feel her eyes on her. But she can’t look at her, not yet. She keeps looking at the wall that had originally separated the kitchen from the big open room of the warehouse. It’s still standing but there’s an enormous dent where someone, or maybe multiple someones, was thrown into it. The drywall is caved in and crumbling. She and Minjo had taken down all the pictures before the fight, packed them up into a box nestled with newspaper that’s now in Minjo’s room. But the drywall is still littered with holes from where they’d been. Theo stares at them until her vision swims.

“Theo,”

It all feels surreal. She keeps clenching and unclenching her fist. Flexing her fingers out wide then curling them in again until her nails bite into her palms. She already told Ed to order Pizza, didn’t she?

“Theo,”

Her nails are definitely nails, not claws. But something about that feels wrong. She rotates her wrist, the one Blackwell had broken. It pops and crackles in a way it didn’t before, but it doesn’t hurt, not really.

“Theodora,” she starts and looks around. Farro is standing next to her. He’s bare chested, but has found a pair of sweats that are somehow too big and also too short. She wants to laugh. Or maybe cry. She wants to sleep straight through to the next full moon.

“Nice pants,” she croaks. His lips twitch in the ghost of a smile. She looks away, staring back at the blank wall. There’s a spray of blood, arcing across it. If she’d seen it anywhere else she would have said it looked fake. Staged. The blood they can paint over, but the dent. She doesn’t know how to fix drywall, doesn’t know if they can afford to fix it. Roe left money, but she hadn’t counted how much. She wasn’t Alpha then. Fuck, did this place have a morgate? A lease? Whose name was it under, how was she going to-

“Theo,” he murmurs, and she feels his calloused fingers brush her cheek, cup her chin, turning her gaze away from the wall. His dark eyes are impossibly soft, and for a moment, all she can smell is him. Not death, not the acrid bite of silver still staining the air, not the even worse caustic stench of whatever the clean up crew is using. Just the warm, wolfish smell of earth baking in the sun, of sharp pine. Of home. Her bottom lip starts to tremble and she bites down on it, hard enough to draw blood.

SafesafesafesafesafeSafesafesafesafesafeSafesafesafesafesafeSafesafesafesafesafeSafesafe

She doesn’t know if he howls, or she does. If it's a question, or a promise, but suddenly his arms are around her, drawing her tight into his chest. Her knees almost give out, and she stifles back a sob as she clings to him, burying her face in his neck. It probably isn’t a good look, your Alpha sobbing in the arms of someone who isn’t even in their pack, but she can’t really bring herself to care. Everyone has gone by this point anyway, even Carrie.

“W-we should go,” she says, “I should go. The others, they’re waiting for me, I-”

“They can wait,” his voice rumbles beneath her cheek, soft and low, like distant thunder. She closes her eyes. She hopes he doesn’t feel the tears against his neck.

“I’m their Alpha,” she mumbles, “they need me.”

“Theo,” he draws back, just enough that he can look down into her face. His arms are still curled around her, his chest still pressed against hers. She has to crane back to meet his gaze.

“Your pack does need you,” he says softly, “but you can’t be there for them if you don’t take this moment for yourself.”

“But,”

He steps back, dropping his arms away and she feels the ache in her chest instantly at the distance, but he takes her hand in his, engulfing it in his own. He doesn’t say anything else, just leads her out of the main room, away from the carnage, away from the remainders of the clean up crew, away from everything.

The rest of the den is miraculously untouched. Almost eerily so. The only difference she can see is that the pantry door hangs a little loose off its hinges as they pass the kitchen. Farro leads her through the halls, stepping over a pile of blocks Izzie or JiAn left behind without a word.

She doesn’t protest as he opens the bathroom door, tugs her inside, and closes it behind them. She still doesn’t speak as he turns on the shower, lets it run as he turns back to her. The bathroom is small, and Farro fills all the available space. The air is already clouding with steam. He takes her hand again, holds it underneath the steady stream of water.

“How’s that,” he asks, “too hot?”

She shakes her head, and he smiles. God he’s beautiful. Achingly so, even with his own face caked in dust and blood. She wants to trace the line of his nose, the curve of his lips. He touches the hem of her shirt, and looks up at her, waiting. She raises her arms above her head.

The two of them barely fit in the shower stall together. She’s pretty sure they’re flooding the floor and she can’t move without bumping into him or the cold shower wall, but she doesn’t mind. They haven’t said a word since they got in. He’s been almost methodically scrubbing all the blood off, first himself, his movements brusque, almost utilitarian. She watched him do it. Now, his hands are gentle as they glide over her arms, across her shoulders, down her chest. She sucks in a quick breath as his palm brushes her breasts. His hands linger for a moment, but only long enough for him to duck down and press a soft kiss to the side of her neck, right on her pulse. She wants to make a joke, something about him being a neck guy, something about vampires, but her brain isn’t really functioning, not anymore. And she doesn’t want him to stop. She still feels guilty about teasing him before. She can still remember the way he’d looked at her, chin tucked almost against his chest, looking up at her through those impossible eyelashes, as he’d murmured, “Like the sun,”

She’d made a joke then, because she’d had to. Because her heart was pounding so fast she was certain he could hear it. Because she couldn’t believe he was real. She still was having trouble, even now, flush against him.

“Thank you,” she says. Her voice is so soft she thinks he might not have heard of the running of water,

“For what, sweetheart?”

There’s a familiar flutter in her stomach at the name, a swoop similar to missing a step on a familiar stair. Something about the tone, about the grate to his already low voice that prickles across her skin in a way that’s almost reminiscent of shifting. She’ll dissect those feelings later. Maybe.

“For this,” she says, though it comes out more like a sigh. Her eyes are closed and she almost moans as his fingers scratch at her scalp, “and for staying.”

“I would do it again,” he says, carefully turning her so her head is beneath the faucet, brushing her hair back and keeping his hand against her forehead to stop any suds from running into her face.

“Which one?” She asks, shivering slightly as the water sluices down her neck, following the curve of her back, “Shower me? Or fight an angry vampire hoard?”

“Both,” she can hear the smile in his voice, and she smiles too. She feels warm in a way that doesn’t have anything to do with the water. It’s something deeper, something humming behind her ribs. A warmth that unfurls in her stomach, languid and unhurried. She opens her eyes and he draws his hand back, trailing it down her neck, down her arm and then back again.

The water is slowly losing its warmth, but neither of them reach to turn it off. They’re pressed together, bodies already slick and warm and she’d be lying if she said it wasn’t doing anything to her. She can feel him, firm against her stomach, and that warmth in her stomach spreads, but neither of them move. His eyes sweep over her face, drinking her in. She doesn’t feel the same all encompassing sense of need and urgency she had last night. Something in his gentle gaze, in the way his fingers mimic the pattern of the water sliding down her skin, speaks to a quiet part of her. A measured part. There will be time for more later. Still, she raises herself up on her tiptoes and presses a soft, open kiss to his mouth.

They dry off in her room. It’s just as they’d left it the night before, blankets rumpled, pillows tossed to the floor. Her bra still lies twisted and tangled on the rug and her cheeks heat a bit at the sight. Their smell still lingers as well. The moon howls at the back of her mind. It had lulled for a moment in the shower, but it’s back and angry, and if it can’t have fighting, apparently fucking is the next best thing. But she doesn’t want that, not right now, not so close to the main room that stinks of disinfectant. Still a little like death. She’s made her pack wait long enough. As if on cue, the burner phone on her dresser buzzes. She’d taken it from Carrie, since her own phone she’d found smashed on the floor. Crushed under someone’s boot or paw.

Hey this is Marco we’ve got Sergi headed to Nik and Grace’s now

Is he alright?

oh he’s fine the only thing wounded is his ego I think

She smiles in spite of herself. Marco has a habit of causing that, even if he isn’t present, apparently.

Well, go easy on him. I’m still at the den, I’ll meet you there. Can you swing by and pick up the pizza too?

Sure thing Alpha

Her stomach twists. She puts the phone back on the dresser.

“Everything okay?”

She looks over her shoulder. Farro is standing next to her bed, dressed in some of his own clothes. Half dressed anyway. His shirt is halfway on, bunched up on his forearms. His hair is slicked back, making his already ridiculous cheekbones even more prominent. That familiar tug, almost an ache, in her chest is back.

“Yes, it’s just,” she pauses, wrapping her arms around herself. Her fingers brush the edge of the still puckered wound where the silver knife had been driven into her back as she’d leapt forward to help Vicky. A few inches higher or lower and she might not be here. It feels hard to believe that she is still here. “Can..can I still visit you, at your cabin?”

“Of course,” he says, surprise evident in both his face and tone, “of course you can visit me.”

“Nothing’s,” she rolls her lips together, looking down at the floor instead of at him, “nothing has changed, for you?”

“Of course not, has,” he pauses, and she dares a quick peek up. His face is carefully blank. “Has something changed for you?”

“No!” she says, “No, not at all, I just,” she shivers. She’s still in nothing but a faded towel, her hair dripping down her back, and the den feels suddenly freezing. “I mean,” she closes her eyes, “I mean yes, so many things have changed but, what I feel for you, what I want from you,”

She’s blushing. She can feel it. All the way from her ears to her chest. God this feels so stupid. The moon is an angry buzzing at the back of her head and she scowls, pressing her fist against her forehead. Her thoughts feel scattered and jagged, difficult to hold onto.

Farro is in front of her again, hands hovering just above her arms. For someone so big he's surprisingly stealthy. For a moment, the moon quiets, as his warm earthy scent washes over her, mingling with the sweet smell of the shower gel. She takes a deep breath and opens her eyes. The hair on his chest is still damp and curling slightly, making it easier to see his two tattoos now, as well as the scar from the night they first met. She lays her hand over it. He places his hand over hers.

“Farro,” she rolls his name in her mouth, across her tongue, savoring the feel of it, “Farooq,”

His fingers tighten on hers.

“I’m Alpha now,” she says softly, keeping her eyes trained on their intertwined fingers, “I never planned on being Alpha, it was never something I wanted but now, now I have my pack and…and we’re a fucking mess,” she chokes out a laugh, “and I honestly want nothing more,” her throat feels tight, her voice a bit strangled. She doesn’t realize she’s crying until she feels a hot tear splash onto her chest, “I want nothing more than to go with you, to see your cabin, to see the cliffs you talked about, to…to see your garden, your fucking spinach,” now she’s laughing again. Tears and laughter bubbling out of her in equal measure, like a shaken soda can, “but I’m scared, Farro. I-I think I made a mistake, and maybe Elma, Terry, maybe they would still be here, if I hadn’t made a challenge, or if we’d run, the way Elma wanted,”

“If you had run, who is to say Blackwell wouldn’t have followed?”

His voice is steady, firm and some of the tension snaking around her lungs eases. She looks back up at him, swiping at her eyes with her free hand.

“I heard what you said to Minjo,” he continues, “if you had run, some would have stayed behind. Your pack would have splintered.”

He takes her chin gently in his hand, tilts her face up so she’s forced to meet his gaze. His eyes are impossibly dark, impossibly warm, the lines around them soft. She wants to kiss the corner of his eyes, just where the crows feet were starting to show.

“You won, Theo,” he murmurs, “and it wasn’t easy, but no one thought it would be. Your pack knew the risks, I knew the risks, and we chose to follow you, to the end.”

“I don’t,” she cleared her throat, dropped her gaze to the ground again, “I don’t know if I can be alpha, if I can keep this up,”

“So don’t,”

She jerks her chin up, eyes wide, “What?”

“If you don’t want to be alpha anymore,” he shrugs, “then you don’t have to be. But, for now,” he takes her hands, “let’s worry about tonight. Just tonight. The pack is safe, they’re fed, they’re warm. You’ve taken care of them,” he brushes a damp lock of hair away from her forehead, “we’ve taken care of you.”

“You’ve taken care of me,”

“And I’m happy to.”

She stares up at him, squeezing her upper arms until her nails bite into her skin. Her chest tightens. She can feel tears pricking at the corner of her eyes again. Fuck, she thinks, taking a shuddering breath, fuck fuck fuckity fuck

Theo? Theo? Theo? TheoTheoTheoTheoTheoTheo

The howl comes immediately, quickly followed by another:

Safe? Safe? SafeSafeSafesafesafesafeSafeSafesafesafesafeSafeSafesafe

She can almost feel the tension coursing from Vicky and she howls back,

Yes yes yes yes safe safe safe

Farro is frowning now, clearly confused. She hadn’t meant to howl her distress. Hadn’t meant for anyone else to register it, least of all Farro, but she feels…unsteady. The moon still hums at the back of her skull. Almost as loud as the day before. Theo sighs, reaching behind her for her phone. She types out a quick message to Vicky before she comes charging back to the den.

Everything’s fine, clean up crew is gone, on my way over now.

“I’m sorry,” she says, pressing her phone against her forehead as she closes her eyes, “we should go. Could,” she doesn’t know if she’s blushing again, or if maybe she just never stopped, “um, could you give me a second?”

Farro nods, “I’ll be right outside.”

There are buds on the trees. It’s the first thing she notices as she and Farro step out of the warehouse. She feels a little more settled, a little more like herself, back in her own clothes, no longer smelling of ash and blood. The sky is surprisingly clear, little wisps of white clouds arcing above them. The streets are deadly quiet. Her stomach clenches a bit. Farro takes her hand. She doesn’t let go when they get to Grace’s apartment.

Izzie is the first one to her when she knocks on the door, quickly followed by Vicky. Theo meets Vicky’s eyes, and some of the tension on Vicky’s forehead relaxes. She steps back to let them in.

“There you are,” says Izzie, bounding forward and taking Theo’s other hand, “I saved you some pizza.”

“Thanks Iz, did everyone else get some?”

“Yeah I think so,”

Theo smiles down at her, brushes some of her dark hair off her forehead. She doesn’t know how she can still be so… herself, despite everything, but she’s grateful for it.

The pack is scattered around the nondescript apartment. Addie is holding Alexsander on the faded couch, Sergi is on the other end, Nik and JiAn tucked into either side of him, sound asleep. Carrie is surprisingly standing next to the armchair Marco is sprawled in, but she looks markedly more relaxed once she catches Theo’s eye.

Everyone looks to her, and she can feel a few glances at her hand, still clutching Farro’s. She swallows hard.

Safe she howls, safesafesafesafesafesafesafe

They echo it back, all of their voices swelling around her, Farro’s joining in, and she feels tears well up in her eyes. She doesn’t try to hide them.

They have a lot to do. A lot to rebuild, and a lot to look out for. But, now looking at the weary faces of her pack, something dangerous stirs in her chest. Something suspiciously like hope. She doesn't push it away.

#blood moon if #blood moon game #blood moon farro #blood moon marco #blood moon vicky #blood moon

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kdramas-need-more-hugs · 2 years

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Going to dump the wild Adamas thoughts/ideas/predictions that I had immediately post ep. 16 because I can’t turn my brain off

SO MANY SPOILERS BELOW

The person who saved (and kidnapped?) Soo Hyeon has to be someone Manager Lee thinks is helpful enough to not expose?? But not Hye Soo, since she would have been the one behind Sun’s potential sniper-ing. I can’t imagine wha her angle would have been if she knew Soo Hyeon was alive. Or maybe Manager Lee is just staying silent about everything because he knows Hye Soo has to keep him quiet to keep the company out of it.

Manager Lee doesn’t know everything but he HAS to know something. Meal for it’s important that he stays alive (and also that someone might try to kill him)

I need a reunion scene between the brothers. I NEED IT.

I feel like the second season plot would have to be a fairly new plot with its own semi-self contained series of revelations since I don’t see them hinging it on the intricacies of the first plot and most of the major initial mysteries have been revealed.

What if. WHAT IF. The Adamas is more than just the diamond arrow. Because unless it was mistranslated, the note said FIND the Adamas, not BRING the Adamas, and whoever sent it would presumably know Woo Shin already had it if they’re involved enough to know about Soo Hyeon. Maybe Adamas 2.0 is a person? Or a ledger? Idk??

Ok thinking of who’s still alive who could be involved: I’m still waiting for Ms. Yoon to do something important. Agent Park has straight up disappeared and I don’t trust that (we haven’t seen him since the hospital scene?). The new president might also be a problem since he’s still partnered with Haesong. Maybe there will be some plot involving whoever he had killed as part of joining Haesong’s side.

This is not a real guess just a thought I had (don’t take this seriously): What. IF…. Minjo is alive o.o

#Adamas #adamas spoilers

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yohankang · 2 years

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i moved into my dorms today and it’s been a long journey. i feel like by the time i feel awake it’ll be time for next weeks episodes…. so i wanted to ask what happened on adamas this week? also, i noticed last week how dark adamas is. i can turn the brightness all the way up and it’ll still be dark - 💕

i hope you get some rest dear 💓

adamas this week... the ceremony got ruined by suhyeon who only went there to cause a scene sgjsfjs unexpectedly miss kwon turned against the chairman and accused him of murder, pointed at adamas as a murder weapon, she got arrested and adamas confiscated. later wooshin went to the police station and got pinned to the wall by mr.lee (crucial info) who destroyed the adamas and revealed it was fake. turned out, chairman kwon knew everything and he invited wooshin to the mansion because he wanted him to find the real adamas, which was stolen by lee changwoo. what more? sun made seohee into a suicide bomber (she survived), it was revealed that it was hyunjo who killed minjo, song brothers had 2 scenes together (not enough!!), wooshin started to wear his hair up (best development tbh)

#answered #💕#so much has been happening but i feel like i lost my interest a bit??#i'll finish it of course but at this point i'm only watching it for ji sung

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shezdreaming · 5 years

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Ellis Ahn, Lee Minjo, Bomi Youn, Swan and Bae Yoonji 📸 by Jongha Park, 💄by @__s_yeon

#ellis ahn #lee minjo #bomi youn #swan yoonji #bae yoonji #jongha park #beauty plus #beauty plus magazine #u #makeup #models #ph

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fashionarmies · 6 years

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‘Home Together’

Kim A Hyun, Lee Minjo & Lee Hyun Shin for W Korea — January 2018.

Ph: Kim Sun Hye [ 김선혜 ]

Stylist: Kim Sukwon [ 김석원 ]

HairStylist: Kim GwiAe [ 김귀애 ]

MUA: Lee Jun Sung [ 이준성 ]

www.wkorea.com

#김아현 #Kim A Hyun #이민조 #Lee Minjo #이현신 #Lee Hyun Shin #W Korea #Fashion #Pictorials #김선혜 #Kim Sun Hye

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hotcheetogurlseungmin · 3 years

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Han: so what's your favorite color?

Minho: stop asking stupid questions, ask me something logical and mature.

Han: how many moles of sodium bicarbonate are needed to neutralize 0.8 ml of sulphuric acid at STP?

Minho: my favorite color is pink

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whatisahyunjin · 4 years

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Redamantia; part one

lee minho x reader

genre: arranged marriage au, angst, fluff

word count: 1.2K

a/n: again i don't really have anything planned for this so i'll just go with the flow, as for Bittersweet im going though a little writer's block hahahelpmehaha

masterlist

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Oh no. this was an unplanned part of your life. Getting married at twenty two years of age to a stranger? Not something that you had in mind.

Yet here you were, sitting in an expensive restaurant with both of your parents, waiting for your future in-laws to arrive along with the devil himself, Lee Minho.

Marrying Lee Minho was the least expected situation you saw yourself getting into. Sure, you knew the man since when you were twelve and he stole your pokemon cards but during the latter years you had only heard stories of his endeavours from your father. He had studied business from one of the top universities in Korea, had a good gpa and was set to be a successful businessman.

Except, his family didn’t own a business. And your father, being very considerate to his closest friend’s son, was passionate about the idea of him running your family business in the future, given that you didn’t show even a tiny amount of interest in your father’s career.

Why were you marrying him? Apparently, a successful company getting passed on to someone who was not in the family tree was frowned upon in the business community. Solution? Marry off your only daughter to your closest friend’s son who had always aspired to be a successful entrepreneur while ensuring that your business is in good hands to maintain your image in the society.

"Honey, please don’t be rude, i know this is hard for you but do this for dad,” your mom, rubbed your arm when she noticed the scowl that was etched on your face since you had woken up that morning.

"What kind of mother are you?” the words rolled off our tongue without thinking and you buried your face in your hands. Your father who had been quiet the whole time, shot your mom an apologetic look.

You fixed your hair and sat up straight, “sorry, i didn’t mean that,” you confessed, glancing at your watch. They would be here soon.

As if on cue, the doors of the place opened and a little sunlight flooded into the rather dimly lighted restaurant. In walked a beautiful lady and a sophisticated looking man, both in their fifties, and a handsome Lee Minho clad in a white shirt and trousers.

"Sorry for having you wait,” the man said, pulling a chair for his wife and then sitting down himself. Minho barely acknowledged you as he took the seat farthest from yours.

“Oh it’s okay, we arrived just now as well,” your father replied and the two sets of older couples started discussing the menu for lunch.

You scoffed. Arrived just now? You had been waiting for fifteen minutes! In contrast to your expectations, the Lee family seemed pretty well off without having a family business. The father was apparently a professor in one of the top universities in Korea and the mother was a doctor and they lived in the posher parts of Seoul, just like you.

Minho was also more interested in his watch than the conversation about food that was taking place at the table. Every two seconds or so he would heave out a quiet sigh, seemingly annoyed at the situation.

"Kids, you have met each other before if i’m not wrong?” Mr.Lee asked, snapping you out of your thoughts. You felt minho’s eyes staring at you, devoid of emotion, as you curtly nodded.

“(name) what are your plans after you graduate from university?” Mrs.Lee inquired, genuinely interested in her future daughter-in-law’s ventures.

You flashed a small smile in her direction, you had forgotten to properly greet the couple when they had arrived, and replied, “I’m still deciding whether to get a couple of years of job experience or directly apply for further education.”

“You’re quite smart, aren’t you? Would you go abroad for education?”

"If i can then surely, yes,” you quickly replied in hopes that these future plans of yours would somehow signal them to cancel this marriage plan.

"That’s a bummer! Minho would also be busy with his business trips for a while, as per your father. But i think during the early stages of an arranged marriage it’s better to have some personal space.” Everyone else at the table, except Minho, also nodded their heads with God knows what logic.

“And you Minho? How do you feel about taking over such a huge business in only a few years time?” your father grinned, lightly patting him on the back.

For the first time since he entered this place, Lee Minho smiled and you heard his voice, “I’m very grateful, thank you for this opportunity.”

"That’s the least I can do for my closest friend’s son. I have years of debt on Mr.Lee, you have no idea how many times he has helped me escape unwanted situations in college,” your father laughed and soon they were talking about the memories from their youth and Minho only nodded along, clearly not interested but for a good impression on your parents, because after all, good impressions matter when you’re making a business deal. Even if the deal consists of giving away your own daughter.

Throughout the lunch you had stayed quiet, only speaking up when they asked you something. It was decided that the two of you would move in together before the marriage just to get casual with each other's presence. You had opened your mouth to protest but Minho cut you off saying that it was a great idea, leaving you to glare at him. He only smirked at you and the thoughts of how to hold yourself back from killing him in his sleep ran through your mind.

The only thing you and Minho agreed on was that the marriage would be a quiet affair, no friends or relatives, only the two of you and your parents.

Once the lunch was over, you left the restaurant and waited at the door while the chauffeur brought your cars. While your parents were chatting, you saw minho approach you from the corner of your eye.

"Hey,” he greeted, standing beside you with his hands in his pockets.

You turned to face him and almost forgot what you were going to say. Seeing him so close to you, he really was handsome.

“Hi?” you managed to get out, quickly turning your expression into a neutral one.

"You know we have to get more casual than this, right? You can’t keep glaring at me for the next thirty years as you did for the last two hours,” he said, bumping his shoulder with yours.

You walked backwards till there was a six feet distance between the two of you, “Don’t touch me! And I was not glaring at you, I was scowling at my father’s life decisions.”

Minho chuckled and smiled sweetly at you (which made your heart flutter though you wouldn’t admit it), walking back to his parents where his ride had arrived.

You approached them as well, bowing and saying your goodbyes. Mr.Lee turned to you as he was about to enter the backseat.

“So (name), Minho will pick you up from your place tomorrow evening, keep your suitcases ready,” he smiled.

Tomorrow? You were leaving your house TOMORROW? You didn’t even know where your father had bought a place for you! No time to prepare emotionally!

But apparently Minho was more than prepared for the next chapter of his life for he winked at you teasingly before entering the car as well.

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fashioninspiration · 3 years

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Ellis Ahn, Lee Minjo, Bomi Youn, Swan, Bae Yoonji

📷 Jongha Park

#fashion #fashion inspiration #inspiration #korean models #woc #models of color

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I remember something from a while ago about Chris getting less content as a RO due to requiring the divorcee route; does this apply to Minjo or Lee as well? Since Minjo is only romancable as a parent, and romancing Lee requires a no kill policy and also, if I'm not mistaken, for him to have not died in Blood Moon.

I can't say for sure because the way I write, I don't know 100% how it's going to play out until I'm writing it. However, certain ROs are just going to get more screen time than others.

I think Chris will only get a very light sex scene compared to, say, Marcel, who is going to get several, just because a) everyone no matter their choices will meet Marcel, and b) Marcel is a bigger character in the story.

Erin, Nathan, and Minjo are kind of in the middle. They won't have quite as much as some ROs, but they'll still have their moments.

I really hope that's okay/makes sense. It doesn't mean I like the ROs less, it's just the shape of the overall story and what I feel like I can do without burning myself out.

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voulair · 5 years

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Ellis Ahn, Lee Minjo, Bomi Youn, Swan, and Bae Yoonji photographed by Jongha Park for Beauty Pl Magazine

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howwelldoyouknowyourmoon · 3 years

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John Williams died in a tragic Ocean Church accident in 2003.

John joined the Unification Church in 1975, and was proud to be the first Gypsy to join the UC. He served on MFT and in 1990 had been a missionary to Poland. He was a boat captain in Ocean Church where he was responsible for longline fishing.

Apparently the tragic accident happened when he got caught in the line of fire of a block and pulley set up. The rope on the pulley got so tight that the shackle broke and shot back and hit John in the chest. He died on January 16, 2003.

John, of Fort Lee, NJ, was survived by his wife, Masako, and three children, Minjo, Seoyun, and Nariku. They were in the 2075 couples from MSG, 1982.

His death was reported in the Unification News of March 2003.

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Jack White and his crew of five in the ‘Green Hope’ drowned off Alaska

Sun Myung Moon’s fish business had plans to corner the shark fin trade

Shark finning: The cruelest cuts

Moon owned Sushi Company, True World Foods, Linked to Whaling

#Ocean Church #Unification Church

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