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jae-bummer · 6 years

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My Idol 2: Part Twenty Six

My Idol

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My Idol is a South Korean competitive reality dating game show. It currently airs on Wednesday nights on Jae-bummer’s blog. First broadcast in 2016, the show offers the opportunity for a lucky fan to go on seven blind dates with seven idols. The idol plans the date with the show throwing in specific missions to complete during the day. At the end of the initial dates, the show opens up an audience vote to decide what three idols will move on to the second date.

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Jay gave a small nod before letting a gentle smile fill his lips. Rubbing his coarse thumb over your cheek a final time, he took a noticeable step backwards. You both had mics interwoven within your clothing, causing the audience to remain deadly silent as they hung onto every word. Your tongue felt heavy in your mouth as it had seemingly forgotten how to cooperate with your vocal chords and every biological process it took to enact speaking. Watching him carefully, he turned to the host before surprisingly giving her a bow.

“I’m sorry,” he said weakly before shaking his head. “But I’m not the guy.”

“Wait, what?” the host croaked, furrowing her brows. “What do you mean you aren’t the guy? You literally are the guy. You’re name is printed-”

“I know what the card says,” he whispered. “But I don’t think y’all know what the card means.”

“It means you move on to the next round,” Wonho said quietly. “What else could it mean?”

“It means I move on,” Jay nodded, turning grimly to the group of men still seated. “And two of ya’ll don’t.”

“Isn’t that the point of this?” Johnny asked. “We get voted off. We all know that.”

“But it doesn’t mean it should happen,” Jay sighed. “So I came into this season with a thought. I could sabotage this whole thing. I can do My Idol dirty like it did me the first time around. I could be grandiose and impossible and an asshole, but where would that get me? Yeah, I’d be petty, but I’d be satisfied. I could make Y/N fall for me and leave her standing there at the end. I could meet the expectations everyone had for me…

…but then, I met Y/N. I saw the disgust she had in her eyes when she first saw me…and I wanted to change that. I wanted to show her…and the world, that I was more than shitty editing and a fuck boy attitude. And I guess this is my way of finally bringing it to an end.”

Jay took a deep breath before he turned to you, his forehead wrinkled and eyes serious. “The day we spent together was…impressive. By the end of our date…you saw me for me, and I can’t tell you how that made me feel. But…I also know how much you care about these other fools…”

He spun around with a mischievous grin. “And I mean that in an endearing way.”

“I do,” you squeaked, glancing around his shoulder as well. Calm and collected Yongguk, always there to remind you it’s okay to be unbalanced and to hold on to him to remain steady. Kind and gentle Wonho, his feelings so passionate and dreams so big. Romantic and gentlemanly Johnny, willing to give you time to figure things out, and figure yourself out. He was right. You cared so deeply for each man on that stage that it made you dizzy, but you still didn’t know exactly what he was trying to get at.

“So normally when people go to the next round,” the host hissed. “They hug Y/N and sit back down.”

“I’m not sitting back down,” Jay continued. “I took time away from them that wasn’t meant for me. I know in the first season when I was sent home, my chest ached, I felt so empty. I can only imagine how it is when you lose someone and have no say…so…thinking logically here, I have had the least amount of time with you, so your feelings are stronger for these three guys than they are for me.”

Your lips began to form around an argument, nothing but unintelligible gasping able to actually emerge.

“And that’s okay,” he said quickly. “I expect it. It’s a simple truth. I’ll admit, in the first season, I was competitive and I was jealous, but not anymore. You’re a good girl, and you deserve something equally as good…and baby, that ain’t me.”

“But…but your name is on the card,” the host repeated dumbly.

“This time, I’m gunna roll out when I say,” Jay said quietly. He reached forward and intertwined his fingers with yours before giving them a gentle squeeze. “I can’t fall in love again…so call me a coward. Call me a waste of time.” He tilted your wrist, glancing fondly down at your tattoo. “But this wasn’t a waste of time. And neither are you. So fall for a man you already see yourself in love with, Y/N. And I’m okay that it’s not me.”

His words hit you with enough strength to leave you dazed. You blinked slowly, incapable of really being able to realize the power behind his decision. It showed more care and thought than you had ever expected from someone on this show.

“Thank you,” you managed, looking directly into his eyes.

“You’re welcome,” he grinned, squeezing your hand again before letting it go. He turned toward the final three contestants and gave a small salute. “Good luck, boys!”

All three men looked up in surprise, hardly able to rip their eyes away from Jay’s retreating figure.

“Um…” the host trailed, looking cautiously around the stage as you plopped back into your seat. You shook your head as you stared toward the stage, unsure of what really had just happened. “So…uh…John…Johnny, how do you feel?”

“What?” he croaked, glancing around the room with a shocked expression. “Did he just…did he just nope out of the situation?”

“It seems that way,” the host continued, attempting to regain her composure. “Jay Park will be considered eliminated and will not continue to the final round of My Idol.”

“Oh-okay,” Johnny stuttered, the look never leaving his face. “I guess I feel…I guess I feel confused?”

“Why confused?” the host asked.

“I don’t know how anyone could leave,” he said, shaking his head. His eyes were distant as he was lost in thought. “I had such amazing experiences with Y/N…even if I was the last one to enter the competition…how could you…?”

“It gives one of us another chance,” Wonho nodded in disbelief as well. “It was selfless for him to do that for Y/N. He wanted her to have more of a say.”

“How does she have a say though? Korea votes,” Johnny hummed.

“He knew she wanted one of us more,” Wonho sighed. “He knew he didn’t have that spark with her yet…and like he said…that’s okay.”

“So now she gets to choose between two of us,” Yongguk nodded. “Two men she would have picked herself if she had the chance…well…hopefully.”

“That’s an interesting perspective,” the host nodded. “Y/N, if you had the chance, would you rather have picked who moved onward in the previous rounds instead of the viewers picking?”

You took a deep breath, still lost in Jay’s decision. Looking up slowly, you attempted to find Yoongi’s comforting and familiar face in the crowd, but were instead met with the bright house lights of the studio. Glancing toward the group of men you normally found solace in instead, you began to shake your head slowly.

“Honestly,” you breathed. “I don’t know if I would? It’s a complicated position to be in…when you learn about so many people and start forming a bond. In the initial stages, it’s almost impossible to choose…and you don’t want to hurt any one’s feelings.”

“But you’ll have to hurt someone’s feelings in the end,” the host confirmed. “You’ll have to pick between the final two.”

“I understand that,” you nodded. “But I don’t aim for mass amounts of collateral damage. I want the decisions I make to leave a small footprint here. I don’t want to hurt anyone, but hurting one person is better than hurting six on my own.”

“So you don’t want to be responsible for the pain?” the host continued.

“Does anyone?” you croaked. “I know pain is a part of life, but no one wants to be the one inflicting it. I’m not a purveyor of hurt feelings.”

“Do you think it’s selfish to not take some credit for those voted off?” she asked, shifting in her chair. You could feel your face grow hotter with each question. Where was Jay when you needed him?

“Hey,” Wonho chirped, seemingly reading your thoughts. His eyes grew wide as everyone’s attention turned to him, causing a blush to fill his cheeks. “Aren’t uh…aren’t we all kind of selfish here?”

“I’d prefer one of these guys to be voted off instead of me,” Johnny nodded. “Does that make me selfish?”

“Falling in love should be the most selfish act of your life,” Yongguk chimed. “We aren’t perfect, and neither is all of this.”

“Well, Y/N,” the host nodded, attempting to keep her face pleasant. “Why don’t we let you be a little selfish. Please read the first man to actually continue on to the final round…unless one of you would like to give up now?”

Each man grimaced with her words as a red envelope was rushed to the stage. The production assistant plopped it into your lap before running off again and out of sight.

With trembling fingers you lifted the familiar piece of paper and rotated it in your hands. You found your fingers easily sliding beneath the lip of the envelope, disconnecting the thin glue. Treating it as if you were ripping off a bandaid, you pulled the thick card stock free, and flipped the paper over in your hand.

Swallowing hard, your eyes read over the simply printed, black text.

“Bang Yongguk.”

“You’re supposed to build it up!” the host gasped, pulling the card from your hands. “The next idol to continue is...Bang Yongguk!”

Your eyes lifted from your empty hands and to the stools the remaining three men sat on. Yongguk’s gummy smile appeared as he ran his palms down his jeans. Pulling himself to a standing position, he shuffled across the stage, a surprised expression filling his face.

“Me?” his deep voice bellowed. His eyes had disappeared into slits as they took the impact of his smile.

“You!” you nodded with a chuckle. He took both of your hands in his before helping you stand and wrapping you in his arms. Pressing his face into your hair, his laugh radiated through you, causing your skin to become decorated with goosebumps.

You buried your face into the crook of his neck and sighed. You weren’t exactly sure what name you had wanted to see on that card, but you were happy to see his. The more time you spent with him, the more you felt the urge to know everything you possibly could.

“I feel like my chest is going to explode,” he whispered, leaning back to get a better view of your face. “I’m so happy.”

“Me too,” you nodded, sliding from his grasp. “Next time.”

“Next time,” he nodded, taking a few steps back and finding the way back to his seat.

“Yongguk, how do you feel?” the host asked, a smile radiating from her as well.

“Beside myself,” he hummed with a confident smile. “I can hardly handle the emotions I’m feeling.”

“Well, why don’t we give another one of you that feeling?” the host continued. “With Jay now excusing himself from the competition, that means one of the two of you will now continue on in his spot. How do you feel about being given yet another chance, Wonho?”

“I’m grateful,” Wonho nodded. “I’m not sure if this is the outcome Y/N had wanted, but I’m happy to have a 50% chance at moving to the weekend dates.”

“What about you Johnny?”

“I still don’t really understand how he could just...leave,” Johnny hummed, shaking his head. “But I’ll definitely take every opportunity if it means advancing further and getting to spend more time with Y/N.”

“Y/N,” the host said quietly, flipping the newly surfaced red envelope in her hands. “Would you like to do the honors?”

“Absolutely not,” you grumbled, shivering at the simple thought of it. “Plus you said it yourself, I didn’t build it up enough.”

“I’m sure you were just nervous,” the host chuckled. “Speaking of nerves, how are you feeling now that you’re one choice away from the final round?”

“A little nauseous,” you nodded. “So the quicker we do this the better.”

“Right,” the host nodded. “Quickly. So, I’ll ask our live studio audience. How many of you are here to see Wonho move forward?”

A formidable amount of fans began to scream from the crowd, accumulating a mass of noise you hadn’t heard yet in the live voting special. You glanced to Wonho who lifted his eyebrows in surprise before he let out a hearty giggle. He clapped along as well until the crowd fizzled into a low hum once again.

“And how many of you are here to see Johnny move forward?”

Just as it had before, the crowd seemed to be set ablaze with voices. Audience members began stamping their feet and screeching, showing their allegiance to their favorite idol, even when he was on the search to find love.

“With that being said,” the host continued. “I think we’re pretty evenly divided in this studio, so why don’t we get to it?”

You nodded, hardly capable of swallowing. Your mouth had never been so dry as you attempted to lick your lips. Knowing the inevitable, you prepared yourself for the simultaneous sucker punch to your gut and soaring feeling in your chest. When the final idol was announced, you were always faced with a difficult reaction. While you were happy for the man who was able to continue on, you were heartbroken for the ones left behind. Especially in this situation, you couldn’t dare dream of a life without either Johnny or Wonho. Each man had made such a distinct impression on you, you knew that in the end, you would end up a sobbing mess.

Watching with anxious eyes, the host ripped at the final envelope you would ever see on My Idol.

“And the second man to move on...

to the final round...

is....

....

Shin Hoseok, otherwise known as Monsta X’s Wonho.”

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The Empire

Welcome to The Empire

Ten days into Malaysia we were on our way to our third destination, Empire Damansara. The hotel called an Uber to transport us. The fare was 10 RM or $2.50.

When we pulled up to Qliq Hotel, we were impressed with the area. Two employees met us at the curb with the luggage cart and wheeled our luggage into the cool hotel. When they found out that we weren't guests to the hotel, they quickly removed our luggage. When I booked our suite, I didn't know exactly we were supposed to meet the host. I provided the Uber drive the directions, and away we went assuming the host will meet us at the hotel entrance for check-in. We began to sit down on one of the sofa's in the lobby, but a staff member informed us that the area was only for the hotel guests. I provided one of the employees the address and tried to explain that we didn't know where to meet the host. I spoke with host earlier, but she didn't give any specifics.

Eventually, one of the employees from the hotel called the number of our host (I still didn't have any minutes on my phone). The employee stated that she was not supposed to make calls to host and that it was against their policy. Goodness, I thought. It was only a freaking phone call. I didn't understand why she was making a big deal out of one phone call. She was irritated, but she made the call anyway probably just to get rid of us. She called the host and spoke with her in their language. When the employee finished talking with the host, she told me that the host said that check in wasn't until 3:00 p.m. It was about 1:00 p.m. We already knew we were going to arrive early and was willing to sit back and wait in the lobby. I informed the employee we knew we needed to wait.

We left the hotel lobby and found seats at this small restaurant. We were exhausted from wheeling and holding luggage and coats. I went inside the small restaurant and ordered something cold to drink. Besides, the employee inside the restaurant was looking at us as if we committed a crime by sitting in the seats meant for patrons only.

While we were having our drinks one of the security guards came over to us with someone who spoke English and explained our situation in their language. I provided the man with the phone number of the host, and he used his phone to call the host who provided him with our location. Hallelujah! Thank God for small favors. The host arrived an hour and a half later and led us to our temporary home.

When we arrived at the unit, I was confused. In the description from Orbitz, it stated that there were two queen beds but the first thing I saw when the door opened was floor mats. I didn't complain because I knew that we didn't have anywhere else to go. I looked in the kitchenette and asked about a microwave and stove. She stated that we were not supposed to cook in the unit. I'm thinking ‘what's the point of a kitchenette.' After showing us around, she left and came back within the hour with some extra toilet paper, two towels, a microwave, and stovetop cooker with a pan. Okay, this might work out.

While she was there, I asked about the nearest grocery store. She provided me the information and called an Uber for us and off we went to Tesco. When the driver dropped us off, we walked into the store expecting to see an actual ‘grocery' store, but this was more like mini-mall. We eventually found the grocery store upstairs and was shocked at the prices and products. I was hoping to buy essential items like salad mix, canned vegetables, canned chili, lunch meat, water, etc. Our experience at the grocery store was depressing. We end up with water and ramen. They sell lunch meat by the piece. Who does that? We also had to pay for bags.

We went back downstairs to the main entrance. I pulled out my phone to contact Uber since it only required internet but the internet at the mini-mall wasn't working. Frustration had built up again. I had my girls go back upstairs and see if one of the women we met earlier (they were working at a table trying to get people to sign up for facials) would call an Uber for us. Fifteen minutes later, my girls and the lady came down to the main entrance to get me. Since it was raining outside, the driver was going to meet us in the covered parking lot. Again, thank God for small favors. The lady was nice. Even though I was going to go back to sign up for the facial, the opportunity diminished when two of my daughters and myself end up sick. What a pity because the promotion was only for that weekend for 20 RM or $5.13.

We got back to the hotel and plopped down. The bottled water (8-1 liter) was heavy, and the humidity was unforgivable.

The next day I went downstairs to one of the convenient stores and purchased minutes for my phone. Now I was able to communicate with Malaysia. I'm not sure if I mentioned this in one of my other posts, but I signed up for a Skype number as well as phone service. I paid $13.99 for phone service for a month and $18.99 for the phone number for three months. That is how I communicate with my family back in the U.S. This works great if you have excellent wi-fi.

Within a couple of days, we kept seeing bugs. I went online to see if they had grocery delivery services and found one called HappyFresh. I have included the link you will need to access the store. After you are on the site, you will need to click on a store; click on Tesco. You will also need to add an address to verify if they deliver to your area. You can use the address for Empire Damansara (Jalan PJU 8/8, Damansara Perdana, 47820 Petaling Jaya, Selangor 47820 Petaling Jaya Selangor). I placed an order which included more food and bug spray.

I contacted the host, via text, to let her know that the place had bugs and the water from the upstairs bathroom was leaking so badly that your feet end up soaked when you use the sink. I also informed her that she received a disconnection notice for the water and that we couldn't get the stove top to work. She came by and did something to the pipe under the sink but said that she would send someone to fix it. The water stopped draining on the floor, but the water flowed slowly. She also mentioned that a queen bed would arrive in 3 weeks and would that be okay. I was wondering why she asked because we wouldn't be there in 3 weeks. The booking was from January 20 – February 1, 2018. Big mistake on my part.

I want to take a brief break to talk about the ink-marked sofa sleeper. This thing was so old that when you sat on it, you fell into a hole, which is why there were three pillows to cushion your "cush" and to prevent you from sitting into a hole. It was very hard trying to lift yourself out of that hole. I just gave up and sat on the floor mat located on a cement floor. Everything was uncomfortable. The bed was lumpy and hard. The bed didn't sit on a bed rail but on those cones used to lift the bed off the floor. Let's not forget the single bean-bag chair in a corner under the stairs. I'm assuming it was there because some of the stuffing was coming out.

The next week around 2:30 p.m. the water was disconnected. I contacted the host who said that she paid the bill. After an hour and a half when the water still wasn't on, I called her. She said that the water would be back on that day. After three hours, the water was back on.

Everything went downhill after that. On January 27, 2018, the water was off again. I tried to contact the host, to no avail. She ignored all my texts and phone calls. We didn't hear back from her until 10:00 a.m. on February 1, 2018, when she called to remind us that check out time was at noon.

We were out of water from Saturday until Tuesday and not once did she respond to my messages. We were stuck. I tried to find another place to live but everything was out of my price range, and we would have to move again because I had already booked another site that was cheaper and newer.

In case you're wondering how we survived without water - well, there was this water faucet in this small room where we placed trash. We filled buckets and did what we had to do. I also ordered some bottled water for cooking and drinking. On late Tuesday evening, January 30th, the water was on. February 1, 2018, we moved out with a ‘friendly' text reminder from the host informing us of the check out time. Wasn't that sweet of her?

On the day of our exit, I used the apartment's internet to schedule an Uber. Sounds easy, huh? Nope! When the driver arrived in his small car, he looked at us in astonishment and said that I should have ordered two Ubers. He asked if I had another phone to order another Uber. Apparently, you cannot request separate Ubers on the same account. I asked him the price for two Ubers, and he quoted around 200 RM ($50). When I initially ordered the Uber, the quote was 66 RM ($16.76), but when he pulled up the address to our destination he came up with a different quote. Of course, I was skeptical. He said it would be cheaper to order 2 Ubers instead of a taxi. Well, since I didn't have another Uber account or Wi-Fi to set up another account, he left. So, here we were in the lobby with no internet service or transportation to our new location.

After the Uber driver left, I sat down on the lobby sofa to do some thinking. It was hot, humid and I was getting frustrated by the second. We are unlucky when it comes to traveling. Five minutes later I decided to go to another part of the building that offers free WIFI. I left the kids and luggage in the lobby. I didn't make sense to drag all that luggage around. My first stop was the laundry facility. We've visited it a couple of times, and I knew that it offers the free WIFI service. When I got there, I looked around for the guy who works there, but he was nowhere in sight. I began to look around and found a bulletin board. I walked over hoping that the WIFI password would be listed somewhere on the board, but it wasn't.

Frustrated again, I walked out and toward the hotel's lobby. I knew that taxis are always lingering around and by heavens, I found a couple of men standing by their taxi vans looking eager for a customer. I gave them the address and asked how much. They put the address on their phone and said that the address doesn't pull up. I called the host of the new place and passed the phone to one of the drivers. Remember, I'm still trying to communicate with people who speak limited English. After the driver finished the phone call, he gave me a quote of 63 RM ($16.76), which was cheaper than the Uber and with more space. I told him that my luggage was in a different location, so he drove me to where my kids were waiting.

I jumped out of the taxi van to summon my girls who were waiting patiently in the cold lobby. We got all the luggage outside and began stacking luggage in the taxi. The taxi driver said that the luggage was too heavy, that there was a weight limit for the toll. He said if he forced the bags, it would cost more because he would have to go a long way around which would charge more; 85 RM ($21.58). I shrugged. I just wanted to get to my destination. When we tried to force the luggage in the back of the van, there wasn't enough room. He suggested that I use two taxis. He called the other taxi, located in front of the hotel to make sure it was still available. I asked him how much it was going to cost. He stated 170 RM ($43.16), which was double. He said that rate would pay for everything. In a couple of minutes, the other taxi parked behind the first taxi. I told the first driver that I didn't have 170 RM. I lied. My RM's were getting low. The driver said they would do it or 150 RM ($38.08). Two taxis, 45-minute ride, four passengers, four large suitcases, four carry-ons, and four oversized winter coats.

After packing everything in the two taxi-vans, we were off with 500 RM ($126.94). This dollar amount is only an estimate.

During our stay, we also used FoodPanda, a fast food delivery service. You can also check them out. Use the same address as above. In the beginning, we had the delivery people meet us in the lobby, but eventually, they brought the food to us. I love convenience. That was the best part of our stay at Empire Damansara.

Whew! What a journey, huh? Two months in Malaysia and we have yet to have any fun. I wonder how things will fare at the next location. Please join me for the next chapter in our journey, The Mesa Hills.

I have included some pics of Empire Damansara.

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