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agentcable · 4 months

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Taxi Driver Season 1 Ep. 1 and 2

Taxi Driver (Korean 모범택시, mobeomtaegsi) is a South Korean TV series based on the webtoon "The Deluxe Taxi (Red Cage)" by Carlos and Lee Jae-jin. The first season premiered on SBS TV on April 9, 2021, and aired every Friday and Saturday at 22:00 (KST) for 16 episodes.

The series was renewed for a second season on July 6, 2021 and premiered on February 17, 2023, on SBS TV, airing every Friday and Saturday at 22:00 (KST) for 16 episodes.

A renewal for a third season was confirmed on April 16, 2023.

The series is based on real-life heinous crimes committed in Korea and has received praise from viewers for its performances and storylines.

All episodes of Season 1 are available on SBS World's official YouTube channel.

If you want to watch the series for yourself, stop reading! This post contains spoilers to the storyline.

Kim Do-gi (also Kim Do-Ki), a KMA graduate, works as a taxi driver for Deluxe Taxi, a company that offers a "revenge call" service to clients seeking vengeance when the justice system fails.

Deluxe Taxi operates under the police radar and serves everyday people with various troubles. Their clients share a common goal: seeking revenge on those who wronged them. Deluxe Taxi fights violence with violence.

Cho Do-Chul

The first episode "Don't You Want Revenge?" opens with chaos outside a prison as a large crowd of reporters and citizens gather. The commotion intensifies when the police release an inmate named Cho Do-Chul, who had just completed a 10-year sentence for sexual assault and other heinous crimes. Understandably the citizens are enraged by his release.

Cho Do-Chul apologized to the public for his crimes and bowed down. The crowd became even more riled up. After the apology, the police helped Cho Do-Chul into a waiting black taxi, driven by Kim Do-Ki, and he took off for Busan. Later, we discovered that the ex-con mysteriously disappeared on his way to Busan.

Many of you may be reminded of the 2008 case involving Cho Doo-Soon, a man who sexually assaulted and injured an 8-year-old girl, causing severe and permanent damage.

Cho Doo-Soon claimed that he was drunk at the time and lost his judgment. The case went to trial, and the judge handed out a sentence of 12 years in prison to Cho Doo-Soon. By the time Cho Doo-Soon is released the girl will barely be 20 years old.

On December 12, 2020 Cho Doo-Soon was released and returned to his home in Ansan. The family of the girl moved away out of fear that he might show up at their house or in their neighbourhood.

To learn more about the Cho Doo-Soon case, you can watch the 2013 K-Movie "Sowon" (engl. Hope), which is based on the case. The trailer for the movie is provided below. Please note that viewer discretion is advised.

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Kang Maria

The other storyline (Episode 1 and Episode 2 "Just Get Out of the Car") where we see how Deluxe Taxi operates from start to finish is Kang Maria's case.

Upon awakening in the hospital, she is injured and scared. Despite leaving without being stopped, we follow her as she stumbles around the streets before eventually ending up on a bridge crossing the Han River. Looking around with uncertainty, she climbs over the railing, which displays messages aimed at reducing the high suicide rates in South Korea.

Maria stands behind the railing, hesitant to let go. Suddenly, she loses a slipper which falls into the Han River. After a moment of hesitation, she notices a yellow sticker with a phone number on the bottom of the railing, which gives her the courage to not let go of the railing.

Kim Do-Ki picks up Maria in his black Deluxe Taxi. She tells him her story of being trafficked by a health insurance worker and forced to work in a factory producing salted seafood. She was accompanied by several other disabled people who were likely trafficked in the same way.

Workers endured long hours, violence, and theft of their personal property by their employers. Maria attempts to escape and succeeds, but a police officer who is in cahoots with the company owner apprehends her and returns her to the factory. After her punishment, she is sent back to work the next day.

Maria achieves her revenge with the help of Rainbow Taxi. The responsible parties, including the insurance worker and the employers, are caught and punished. The fight scenes at the factory show Kim Do-Ki taking action against them, while Mr. Jang and Jin-Eon kidnap the insurance worker. The suspects mysteriously disappear for prosecutor Kim Hana, and we later discover their whereabouts.

In 2008 and 2012, two disabled men named Chae and Kim were deceived by an unregistered employment agency and sold to salt farms on Purple Island.

The individuals were forced to perform strenuous tasks, including salt farming and construction work. Additionally, they were restricted to a maximum of five hours of sleep, despite the recommended 7 to 9 hours depending on age.

The two men attempted to escape multiple times but were unsuccessful. They were threatened with death if they tried again. The salt farms were located in a rural area where many locals and police officers ignored the exploitation of the workers. The nearby police station was initially praised for their work, but it was later revealed that they sent escaped workers back to the salt farms.

The horrific conditions were exposed in 2014. The county's Deputy Speaker and local parliament members were arrested for exploiting and failing to pay laborers who worked on their farms.

The public was outraged to discover that they could not always trust public officers to protect the vulnerable in society. The South Korean National Police Agency conducted an investigation and ispected salt farms and facilites for the disabled throughout South Korea. They discovered that around 100 workers, many of whom were disabled, had not received proper wages, and many more were missing or unidentified.

Purple Island is located in the southwest of the Korean Peninsula. It consists of two islands, Banwoldo and Bakjido, which are connected by a large bridge. The locals, along with officials from South Jeolla Province, initiated Project Purple to boost tourism in the area. The colour purple was deliberately chosen to attract tourists, particularly instagram users and fans of BTS (the band is associated with the colour purple). The rebranding was successful. Purple Island was named World's Best Tourist Village in 2021 by the United Nations World Tourism Organization.

After the successful rebranding, the terrible events on the island are being increasingly forgotten. BTS fans, also known as Army, are trying to spread the story of Purple Island. They want to prevent any association between the band BTS and their fandom with the terrible story. Additionally, they want to discourage the island from continuing to profit from fans who visit solely because of its alleged connection, which is not true. Some believe that this colour was chosen for this reason. BTS has gained worldwide popularity since 2018, and their fan base continues to grow.

#Korea #TV Serie #K-Drama #Taxi Driver

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feverstuffs · 4 years

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🌻🍋🍍 yuju icons

like if you saved. ♡

tt: sowonbug

#gfriend #buddy #icons #gfriend icons #girlgroups #kpop girls #yellow icons #kpop packs #kpop icons #gfriend packs #yeojachingu #sowon #sinb #eunha #yerin #umji #yuju

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messyclubie · 5 years

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##some random chick gifs

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please reblog or like if u save!!

#gfriend #sowon #yerin #eunha #umji #yuju #sinb #chick #yellow

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jinned · 4 years

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admit one | yoongi

pairing: yoongi x female reader

genre: fluff

au: strangers to lovers??? slice of life?

raiting: pg

word count: 1264

warnings: none

a/n: this is my second drabble from @bangtan-dreamland’s Drinks & Drabbles Game! Here’s the original post –> here! a lot of authors are participating in this event so go check them out!

anon requested: Yoongi + Hot choco :)

thank you so much for requesting Heathie! I hope you enjoy this fluff. it’s the last fluff you’ll be gettin from me hehehehe

The brisk cool air fights its way through every crevice in your two-sizes-too-big olive green overcoat as you desperately attempt to walk faster towards the movie theater. Your shoulders are hunched so high they’re almost touching your ears as you try to maintain your body heat. Who’s wise idea was it to make any plans that involved stepping outside in late winter? You just hope the movie theater lobby is warm.

The sun has long since laid to rest upon the horizon and, finally, you’re standing under the cheap yellow lights that display the current showings. The line isn’t too long, thank goodness, so you’ll only have to stand outside just a little bit longer before you can get the feeling back in your fingertips and nose.

As you wait in line, you can’t help but feel awkward standing there alone, the people around you freely chatting with their family members and friends or their dates. It shouldn’t worry you too much, you know that deep down, but standing alone in a crowd of people has always left you feeling out of place. Thankfully, your friends shouldn’t be too long now.

Ten minutes go by and it’s finally your turn to purchase a ticket at the booth. Before approaching the teller, you take one last hopeful look behind you, but all you see are unfamiliar faces.

You can’t help the droop of your shoulders as you trudge your feet across the pavement, mumbling a pathetic, “One ticket please,” as you stare at your beat up sneakers.

“Sure! For which movie?”

You wince and shut your eyes for a moment, mentally cursing yourself for not preparing this while you had all that time in line. Your friends specifically said they would pick the movie, as per tradition in the group where one person chooses a movie and the rest follow along like a herd of sheep following its shepherd. It’s supposed to be Choa’s turn tonight.

“I-uh, uhm,” you take a deep breath only to lose it in a millisecond as you look up at the man standing behind the counter. He’s absolutely gorgeous and appears to be close to your age. Blonde hair has never looked so good on a man, especially contrasted against the drag grey background of the booth along with his black polo. He has a soft, kind smile that tweaks just a bit larger as he takes his pointer finger to casually push back his black framed glasses back into place.

Seeing your flustered reaction, he moves his microphone away from his mouth and leans in closer to the window, his body weight supported by the counter. “Are you okay?” Sincere worry sparkles in his golden brown eyes, glistening through the lens of his glasses.

Something about his demeanor and tone of voice calms you and you’re able to swallow back the lump of anxiety that was caught in your throat. Your shoulders relax and you shyly admit, “I was supposed to meet my friends here. They were going to pick out the movie. But I don’t think they’re going to show up.” Normally, this would be the part where you would flinch as someone laughs at you or calls you a freak for being stood up by your supposed friends. Instead, that kindness remains in the man’s eyes. It doesn’t even waver for a second.

“You do not seem like the kind of girl that would get stood up, let alone by people who are calling themselves your friends.” He turns around to look at the screen displaying the movie titles and showing times. The muscles in his back and shoulders shift as he readjusts his weight, those muscles now tightening in all the best ways as his finger points to the screen. And that’s when you see the light reflect off of something on his shirt. It’s a name tag. And it reads ��Yoongi’. You mouth the name silently to yourself and smile, nearly drifting into dreamland as he’s naming off different movies to you. The only thing that brought you back to reality was someone bumping into your back as they walked past you.

“Any of them sound appealing to you?” He asked, turning back to you.

Well, something definitely looks appealing to you right now.

“I’m not sure,” you chuckle softly, “do you...have any personal recommendations?”

Yoongi, you hope that’s his real name and not someone else’s name tag he’s borrowing, looks to his left and right before leaning in close to the cheap glass separating you two from one another.

“There’s actually this feel-good rom-com that just came out the other day. People have been saying it’s really good.” He pauses and looks away from you, puffing out his cheeks as they start to turn a light shade of pink and using his pointer finger to draw invisible shapes onto the counter. “Would you...maybe....want to wait another fifteen minutes? That’s when my shift is over and it’s right before the 9’oclock showing. So I could go with you-if you want! I wouldn’t want you sitting all alone and bummed out in a movie theater. Unless! That’s what you want!”

Your cheeks hurt from how much you’re trying to suppress what has to be the biggest smile you’ve ever displayed on your face. You watch the cute boy stammer and steal glances at you as he continues to babble on about who even knows what at this point. A boy has never flirted with you like this before. At least, you hope he’s flirting.

“I wouldn’t mind waiting at all.” Your body naturally sways back and forth with the wind, but this time, you don’t feel cold at all.

The line behind you has completely dispersed and the other teller signals at Yoongi to let him know she will be taking her break before he’s off for the night.

“Here, I’ll sneak you in so you can get warm.” He ushers you towards the side of the building where an outside door resides.

For the next fifteen minutes you get to know your date. And yes, right away he asked if it was alright with you if he could upgrade his movie theatre companion role to the role as your date for the night. How could you not agree? You sat in the corner of the booth, perfectly out of sight to any approaching customers, watching as Yoongi smiled at every single person while wishing them an enjoyable night. As soon as the customers left, his attention immediately went back to you.

All too soon, his coworker comes back, not even glancing at you as you remained huddled in the corner. Yoongi laughs and turns to you, his smile widening.

“Time to clock out!” He jumps off his stool and stretches his hand out to help you stand. His skin is soft against your hand and you marvel at the warmth that overcomes your fingertips as he perfectly rotates his hand to interlock his fingers with yours. Smooth.

Yoongi doesn’t let go of your hand as he manually types in his employee number into the time clock. As he’s doing this, your phone vibrates in your coat pocket. You take it out and see over fifteen messages from your friends that you were supposed to meet tonight:

[Choa: Y/n? Where are you?]

[Hoseok: You were supposed to be here twenty minutes ago...are you coming?]

[Minhyuk: Sowon you remembered to tell her which movie theatre we were going to right? That we’re not meeting at our usual spot downtown?]

[Sowon: ….crap]

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sugaurora · 4 years

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to look within | 01

Strange to see the pieces laying there on the floor, so perfect when placed together save for the web of cracks along the surface.

Chapters: 01 02 03

Pairing: Yoongi x Female Reader

Genre: Producer!Yoongi; Angst

Word Count: 2400+

Warnings: Profanity; Sexual content; Mutual pining?; Cheating mention; Depiction of post-traumatic stress symptoms

Sequel to: To Be Without. The events here will make more sense if you read that story first.

If you enjoy my writing, please consider buying me a Ko-Fi!

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“She’s finally asleep,” Yoongi whispered, slumping against the hallway wall just outside the bedroom. You nodded and peeked behind him before heading towards the living room. There was no way you wanted to chance for a second that she might hear your voices and stir again. You heard his quiet steps follow you to a safer place to talk.

Yoongi’s cozy one-bedroom apartment was tidier than you always expected, if only for the lack of things in it. In the main room of the space, a tv hung on one wall, a couch set up across from it that doubled as Yoongi’s bed. A small, cloth mat, bright with colors was laid out near the window, host to a small collection of Sowon’s drool-covered toys. The rest were organized neatly in the single bedroom which looked miles different from the bare white of the rest of the place. Yoongi had decorated it in pinks and yellows, hung glow-in-the-dark stars and fairy lights and storage for Sowon’s supply of toys and clothes. If only he’d take care of himself as well as he did your daughter.

Sowon was three months old now and occasionally he had trouble getting her down for the night. His new place was only a twenty-minute walk from yours, so you high-tailed it over as you had a few times before to help him lull her to sleep.

“Thank you for coming over yet again,” he sighed, his smile filled with gratitude. He headed to the fridge to find you something to drink, a habit he’d kept since the first night he’d called you over in a panic. Assuming, without words, that you’d be thirsty after making the walk and soothing your daughter. It was such a Yoongi thing that you didn’t even question it, just accepted the gesture. “Nothing I was doing was helping.” You nodded in understanding and accepted the cool bottle of water Yoongi pressed into your hands.

“You’ll get the hang of it,” you encouraged, then took a deep swig from your bottle. He was right after all, you were thirsty.

You both shared everything about Sowon’s life, clearing schedules with each other to make sure someone could always watch her. Since breaking up, Yoongi had taken a job as an in-house producer at an up and coming entertainment firm. The regular daytime hours took a lot of adjustment, and it also meant that your mother often watched Sowon during the day while you both worked. Evenings you usually both traded off, adjusting for each other's social lives and overtime commitments.

Sowon was nothing short of an angel, even with the constant back and forth. She had her father’s eyes, your nose, and plump lips from somewhere between your genealogies. Most times she was a calm baby, sleeping at the drop of a hat, observing much more often than fussing. But occasionally she refused to be put to bed, crying for one of you to come and rock her or sing to her before she would sign off.

It was on those nights that Yoongi reached out to you for help.

He stood in front of his fridge door, staring inside as if trying to will food to knit itself together before him. He had lost a noticeable amount of weight in the wake of your breakup. And the sharp lines of his jaw, the loss of muscles he’d been slowly building up told you that he hadn’t put much effort into getting it back. You hadn’t even seen his workout equipment since you’d both moved, the dumbells disappearing along with happier days.

“Have you eaten at all?” you asked, then bit your tongue lightly at the question. Damn old habits. Taking care of Sowon meant you’d had to push everything else between you both aside. You didn’t talk about what had happened and your conversations had become focused on your daughter and the occasional chat about work. Neither of you seemed to want to test the waters for anything deeper, which was fine by you. Easier.

But as time passed and you got used to the rhythms of parenthood, things had been slowly growing less awkward between the two of you. So you slipped sometimes, like falling into an old pair of jeans.

You headed over towards the fridge, setting your half-drunk bottle on the counter and smiling as you peered inside. There wasn’t much there. Eggs, kimchi, a half-eaten sandwich. A couple of takeout boxes that were who knows how old. And the bottles of breast milk you’d dropped off earlier in the evening.

“Still keeping up the superior nutritional habits, I see,” you joked.

“I meant to shop, but work ran late and I didn’t want to throw off your evening by not being in time for Sowon.” He grimaced. “Though I did it anyway.”

He let the fridge door close with a sigh, removing the only thing between you both. In his tiny kitchen, it suddenly prickled across your skin exactly how close you were to him.

“Guess I better find something to order,” he said, smile sheepish.

“If you’ve got some leftover rice in there, I can make you something,” you offered. Old habits. His smile turned bright, a gentle hand reaching for yours, taking your wrists in his fingers.

“Fried rice?" he asked, eyes twinkling. "Fuck, I miss your fried rice.”

“I promise I’ll only charge half the delivery fee. And it’ll taste at least half as good too,” you laughed. Yoongi laughed with you, and for a moment everything was nice. Happy. But standing so close and staring into his cat-like eyes, some defense dropped in you both. The air changed in that tiny kitchen, the drop leaving you almost dizzy.

His hand gripped your wrists a little tighter, the smile fading from your face, both your giggles gone quiet. You felt him draw closer, body leaning against yours, the heat from him seeping past your clothes. His eyes stared into yours for what felt like a lifetime. And then his lips were on yours and your hands were tangled in his hair. He gripped your waist, stumbling across the room and letting you both fall back onto his couch-bed. His tongue was feverish, your need even more so.

Yoongi knew your body like no one else could, lips, hands, breath finding each spot that let gentle moans waft from between your lips.

“Yoongi,” you panted. His hand squeezed your tender breasts through your t-shirt. God, his hands. How much you’d missed them, strong, lithe fingers. And he could wrap you around each one.

“I’ve missed you so much, baby.” His lips were just below your ear, kissing and licking. The heat of him spreading down, blazing between your thighs. You could feel his stiffness pressing against you and you melted against him, hungry, desperate for it all, all of him.

As his hand slid underneath your shirt, you flinched. You hadn’t let anyone see you there, didn’t want him seeing you, still embarrassed about the marks childbirth had left on your body. Childbirth of you and Yoongi’s baby. Yoongi kneeling on the floor of your apartment, naked and pleading and ashamed, holding your pregnancy test. Yoongi burying his cock into that woman on your bed, over and over while you watched from the bedroom doorway, unable to peel your eyes away, unable to breathe, to scream.

Take it deeper you fucking slut.

Time slowed. You couldn't feel his hands anymore, his lips. You felt yourself float away from your body. For an instant. For a day.

And then suddenly you were back, time slamming into you as your breath struggled to catch up.

You didn’t remember shoving him away. Only the echo of your scream ringing in your own ears as you pulled your knees to your chest while you eyed him from the other side of the couch. His cheeks had turned pink, dark hair tousled from your hands in it. Lips swollen from your kissing, tent in his pants still easily visible. You were gasping for air as though it had all been knocked out of you.

“Y/N-” he started, reaching for you, eyes wide in surprise.

“No!” you said, half-screaming, barely recognizing your own voice. “No. Don’t.” It was too much. You were disoriented, confused about what had just happened, about why you’d let it happen. He had hurt you and here you were kissing him, ready to give yourself to him as if nothing had ever changed. As if he hadn’t changed everything.

You scrambled up from the couch. “I h-have to go.”

“Y/N, wait, please. I’m sorry, I-”

Both your heads snapped up at the sound of Sowon’s cries. Yoongi looked back at you, desperate to finish his sentence, but you were already off, back down the hall as fast as you could move. Your baby needed you. You didn’t hear him follow, couldn’t hear anything beyond her wailing. But he showed up next to you all the same.

This time it took a little longer to soothe her to sleep. Whether from the echoes of your scream or the way your heart was thudding in your chest, she squirmed and sniffled, until peaceful sleep slowly, finally found her again and you laid her back into her crib, stroking trembling fingers across her perfect forehead.

Yoongi didn’t say a word the entire time, watching over you both, handing you a burping cloth quietly when you thought she might spit-up. But nothing else. And now with Sowon down, you felt yourself wanting to claw out of your own skin. It was time to go, you had to get out of there. You turned on your heel and pulled yourself towards the front door, to the exit.

Yoongi didn’t follow immediately and you thought for a merciful second that he would just let you go, would see that you both needed to forget. Then you heard his footsteps in the hall as you neared the door.

“Y/N-”

“Don’t. Please, Yoongi, let’s just forget it.”

You tried to clear your head, focusing on pulling on your shoes. Why wouldn’t your hands just stop shaking?

“You have plenty of bottles to get through the night and Sowon’s finally asleep.” You had to get out of there. It felt like you were suffocating, unable to process anything else. “I’ll be back for her in the morning before work.”

He was quiet as you buttoned your coat, but as you reached for the doorknob, his hand grasped your other.

“Y/N, can’t we talk about this? Please?”

You flinched involuntarily and knew the response hurt him, but you couldn’t look at him. You weren’t ready. You didn’t know if you’d ever be ready.

“Baby, please don’t leave like this.”

It cut so deep. Why did it still sting so badly, like the wound was fresh and bleeding, refusing to heal? So much time had gone by in between, it should’ve done something. But time hadn’t done shit. It felt dramatic, felt like something you should be able to control, to easily move past like everyone else, to get stronger, happier like in the movies. But you couldn’t, hadn’t yet found your strength and it was infuriating and painful, draining and sad.

“Don’t...don’t call me that. We’re not…”

He didn’t say anything, but his hand didn’t let go. You didn’t have the courage to face him. Not because you were afraid of him, but because you didn’t trust yourself. Because if you turned and looked into the face of the man you still loved so desperately, you knew you’d end up back in his arms. And that wasn’t how things should be. They couldn’t be.

You tugged your hand from his, but also let go of the doorknob, turning towards him. But you wouldn’t look him in the eyes. You couldn’t. You settled for his hands, eyes scanning the rough surfaces, the veins you used to absently trace with your fingers.

“I didn’t mean to force myself on you like that,” he said in a quiet, breathless voice. “I’m sorry, alright? Please don’t run away from me.” It was funny, you thought. Yoongi, whose presence always demanded attention, who was impossible to ignore. You’d always felt he was larger than life. And before this moment, you’d never heard him sound so small.

“You didn’t,” you breathed out. “You didn’t force anything. I just can’t.”

“I love you, Y/N. I always have and it hasn’t gone anywhere for me. Please.”

The words were tumbling from his mouth in a rush, like a dam had finally broken. You didn’t respond, eyes still settled on his hands. Something was rising in your throat and it was taking all your strength to ignore it, to press it down as deep as you could manage. Why wouldn’t he stop?

“I know I hurt you. I’ll never forgive myself for it. I’m sorry, I’m so fucking-.”

“Don’t-...I don’t-”

“We’ll never get past it if we don’t talk about it.” His voice was still gentle, still quiet. But you could hear the exasperation. “I’m not saying it will solve anything, but ignoring it won’t either. I know that.”

“I can’t.” You sniffled, realizing you were crying. “I’m...I’m not ready, Yoongi. Please.” Your voice was barely audible, throat thick with tears.

You could tell by his movements that he was nodding. He started to reach up, to pull you into his arms. But he stopped, hands clenching for a moment. Then he reached up and adjusted your coat collar instead.

“..Alright,” he said. “Let me walk you outside.” So small.

At the door to his apartment complex he leaned in, sending a wave of panic through your chest. But he only pressed a light kiss to your forehead. “Good night, Y/N.”

“Night.”

It was freezing out you guessed, if the small wisps of air escaping your nose meant anything. But you were numb to it if it was, numb the whole way home. You didn’t cry once you were in your bed. You thought you wanted to, thought the heavy sobs might help relieve the tension behind your eyes. But the tears wouldn’t come. You felt locked up, unable to grasp any one thought whole.

That night you dreamt of a water bottle. Swirling with pink and yellow water, growing so tall you were afraid it might come crashing down. But when it fell, you didn’t fight the oncoming wave of pastel. Instead, you closed your eyes and let yourself drown.

#bts fanfic #bts angst #yoongi fanfic #suga fanfic #to look within #writing

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gfriendunited · 4 years

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GFRIEND Talks About Preparing For Their Comeback, Reactions To “Crossroads” And More

On February 3, GFRIEND held a V Live broadcast of their showcase for their new album “回:Labyrinth”.

Kim Shinyoung congratulated them on their comeback and said, “I heard the atmosphere at your fan meeting was really good. Has anything changed between now and then?”

Yuju said, “Our youngest member, Umji, wrote surprise letters for everyone today and handed them out. Eunha was so moved that she cried.” Umji said, “She didn’t even finish reading it before crying.” Eunha said, “It said ‘I love you’ and I was really touched. It was an unexpected letter.”

Talking about their new album, Sowon explained, “It’s an album that tells the story of a young girl who is growing up into adulthood and has to make a choice about her future. It contains our complicated feelings about what kind of stories we want to tell as we leave our innocent days behind.”

Kim Shinyoung mentioned that the new album was performing well on music charts and that the reaction was very positive. Umji said, “My eye was caught by comments that said [the album] was crazy powerful. It made me feel confident.” Eunha said, “My older brother said that he liked the album. I haven’t had time to read his message properly or reply” and sent him a heart gesture on broadcast instead.

Kim Shinyoung mentioned the choreography and said, “In terms of details and composition, it is a performance that only GFRIEND can do.”

Eunha said, “I really wanted to portray the feeling of ‘crossroads’ to fit with the concept. I went with a more ‘tough’ hairstyle and changed the dye color every day. Tomorrow, I think it will be a lighter pink.”

Sowon said, “I didn’t really change much. I had no idea that I would try red hair at first. I bleached my hair a lot, so no matter what color I tried, it came out looking yellow. So I tried red hair. The concept director said that they wished the dye would fade faster.”

SinB said, “We didn’t spend as much time on the performance as people would think. I think we practiced about a week and a half.”

About their title track, “Crossroads”, Yuju said, “It’s a song that you like better the more you listen to it. There are certain foods that come on strong at first but gets better when you keep eating it. The song is like that.”

SinB said, “When I first heard it, I wanted to hear it again.” Eunha added, “When you listen to it, there are a lot of little details that you notice. A lot of work went into the arrangement so you can hear our message in not just the lyrics but also in the arrangement.”

Sowon said, “The beat under the song is subdivided. You might not hear it at first, but once you start hearing it, you’re drawn into the song even more.” Umji said, “If you focus on the song while listening, you end up taking a deep breath afterwards.”

Check out GFRIEND’s MV for “Crossroads” here!

#gfriend #ot6 #text: article #era: labyrinth #200203

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jimlingss · 5 years

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Jungle Park [7]

Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 7.5 OR Chapter 8

➜ Words: 7.3k

➜ Genres: Fluff, Light Humour (?), Slice of Life, Workplace Romance!AU

➜ Summary: The equation is simple. Hoseok needs to hire someone. You need a job. Except like any actual equation, it’s not fucking simple at all! Not when you have to add the fact that he was forced to hire someone he doesn’t want in his office, he has little respect for your job in general, and oh yeah...once upon a time you might have—*CENSORED*.

Marriage seems to be the ultimate goal for many. And she can’t blame those who want it. At least when she constantly faces the most beautiful side of love and matrimony, bouquets of red roses and yellow tulips, long trains of wedding dresses, the tulle of the veil, the glowing smile of both bride and groom radiating happiness. Yes. Weddings were undoubtedly gorgeous. “And here...a song dedicated to these love birds.” The band behind her is already beginning and all the guests clap. It’s a pretty easy gig when she can sprout all the cheesiest nonsense and bullshit she wants and they eat it from the palm of her hand. “May their love be everlasting as the stars.” The woman with the sleek, long, black hair stands at the stage. She parts her lips and sings the first note, the melodic song filling the venue as the bride and groom begin their first dance. It’s another sickening love song of the most delusional lyrics, but she doesn’t care much. By the looks of people’s faces, they’re loving every second of it. When the song ends and she belts the last note out, microphone pressed to her lips, the audience erupts into claps with melted expressions. “That was amazing. You have a really beautiful voice,” the best man says as he approaches and the band continues playing some background music, others joining the dance floor. “Thanks.” She sets down the mic and climbs off the stage. “I’d like to say I try.” He trails after her to the side. “And you’re friends with the bride…?” “Oh no.” She uncaps a bottle of water and takes a sip, quenching her throat. “I’m just a hired wedding singer.” “You’re a professional then?” He grins and it’s obvious he’s trying to flirt with her through praise. She’s flattered, but largely unaffected. “One day, maybe I’ll be.” Her arm extends straight out and the best man shakes her hand with a firm grip. “My name is Jung Sowon.” “Nice to meet you, Sowon. My name is Sejin.” He smiles and lets go, slipping his hands into his black, dress pants pockets. He kicks the grass once and glances up. “I don’t know if this is okay, but I was wondering if I could get your number. I’d love to hear your lovely voice again.” “Well, I don’t know about my number, but I can give you a number.” She reaches inside her blazer pocket and pulls out a rectangular piece of white card stock and hands it to him. Sejin takes the card and frowns, reading the top. “Jung and Park….?” “That’s my brother’s law firm.” She beams brightly like a ball of sunshine. “He’s a divorce lawyer. Keep it. You might never know when it might come in handy.” The man is mortified, jaw slack as the card is still held in his hands and he watches the woman saunter away. When the band is on break, she also hands out the business cards like they’re flyers. “Please check out this law firm. Jung Hoseok does matters of divorce. He’s a really good lawyer.” She bows at the wedding guests and hand them the card as well. Their eyes are always wide, mouths dropping open. She even leaves them on people’s plates and on the tables like they’re wedding favours. “Hello, please take this. Jung Hoseok is a fantastic divorce lawyer.” Hey...it’s free advertisement. Might as well. As Sowon weaves between white round tables, a kid accidentally collides into her, face planting right into her legs. The little girl giggles and stares up, pretty hair decorated with a flower headband, pink dress wrinkled from running around — an angel on the outside and a parent’s nightmare on the inside. “Oops, sorry!” The older woman squats down with a smile, meeting her eyes at the same level. “It’s okay. I actually have a present for you.” She qurisk her head to the side, apples of her cheeks reddening from the cool breeze. “What is it?” “This.” She hands her the rectangular card and the child’s brows knit together while her cute lips pout. “This is really important. Give it to your parents, okay? It might help them one day.” “Okay!” She grins and goes running off. The wedding singer eventually strolls over to the buffet line and grabs free plates of food without anyone really noticing. She sings a handful more songs afterwards, most being the same old cliché love songs. Things couldn’t get easier or better than this. And after the party’s over, she bids goodbye to the band and packs up her stuff. At home, Sowon flops on the bed. Her body molds against the mattress, tired and aching bones she didn’t remember having ten years ago after running miles. She’s trying to muster energy to take a shower that’ll wash away the grime on her skin. But before she can launch herself on her feet again, her phone rings beside her head. It rings and rings and her arm reaches over, grabbing the mobile device. She smiles while reading the caller ID and picks up without another second to spare. “Well, well, well, looks like my little brother finally decided to give his poor, older sister a call. How long has it been, brat?” “Stop handing out my business card.” “Oh.” Her tone raises up in pitch from excitement. “Did you get more clients already, Seok?” “No!” Hoseok whines on the other line and she grins, practically able to hear his pout. “Angry calls are what I’m getting.” “They’re angry now, but one day, they’ll call and ask for help. I guarantee it.” “Stop.” He channels his firm voice despite knowing it’s futile. Much to Hoseok’s dismay, any time he’s shown his family his professional side, they cooed at him. Whenever he tried to command his sister, the next second he was being held in a choke hold, and threatening to sue did nothing but gain laughter from the maniac of a witch. Still, he likes to try. “I don’t like getting angry calls or voicemails or spam. Stop giving out my divorce business cards at weddings, you sick freak.” “Can’t I just boast about you?” She rolls around in the covers of her bed. “I’m so proud of my hot shot baby brother who thinks he’s too good for everyone else.” There’s a pause. “I’m begging you.” “We’ll see.” // At the rate he’s going, Hoseok wouldn’t be surprised if his head of hair will all turn gray by age thirty six. Maybe he’ll even start balding. It’s easy to misunderstand that he’s feeling this stressed since he’s constantly drowning in work. But that’s isn’t the case at all. Rather, Hoseok jumps into the ocean of work with open arms. He loves what he does and he thrives in the workplace. In his free time, he works and at work, he works twice as hard. He just loves the feeling of accomplishing his professional goals, of keeping busy, of being able to sleep at night knowing he didn't waste his time and that he did something useful for his future. Rather, Hoseok’s losing all his hair because of the women in his life. It would be nicer if they were romantical problems — if he had issues with his love life, significant others, potential lovers or partners. In that way, people would understand him and he’d be able to consult someone with more ease. But the women of his life include: his mother, his sister, the receptionists, Seulgi who’s a paralegal, Sunyi and Naul who are lawyers of his firm, and you. And each and every one of these people are handfuls. “In light of some recent issues in the office, I think it would be important to discuss sexual harassment in the workplace.” You’re standing up stiffly in front of the conference room, conducting your first ever seminar. A slideshow runs behind you, remote in your right hand and thick binder held in your left arm. If it weren’t for the way Inyoung is smiling at you, appreciating your efforts to protect the people in the firm and going this far to address the issues, you would be slick with sweat right now. Everyone is staring at you, their gazes pinpointed on your face. More importantly, Hoseok’s seat is the farthest, but his stare is the most intense. He looks at you as if you murdered his entire family and he’s seething and ready to enact revenge at your weakest moments. You know that it’s just his concentrated face, but it’s still intimidating and scary. But you never let him nor any of the uncertain thoughts in your head hinder your plans. You clear your throat, deciding to start right away. For now, it seems like everyone’s relatively engaged. You don’t want to drone on and on and make them bored. “What is sexual harassment?” You click the remote and the slideshow begins, going to the next slide where there’s some flashing text that draws people’s attention. “It’s any unwanted sexual advances or obscene remarks, including any comments or inappropriate touching, in the workplace.” The slide changes. For the most part it seems pretty straightforward, but you’re perfectly aware that the boundaries can become murky and it can become hard to tell what is or isn’t sexual harassment. “Let’s go over some examples…” “Derogatory language would be seen as sexual harassment. Even something as suggestive notes or emails. Invading personal space, any unnecessary physical contacts, demanding hugs are also all examples. Another—” A hand shoots up in the cluster of employees and your mouth shuts. “Alright, we have questions already. Yes?” Namjoon lowers his hand. “What if it’s consensual?” It’s a genuine inquiry. He’s not trying to give you a hard time. The paralegal’s face remains impassive and his head slightly tilts in curiosity. “It’s still inappropriate for the workplace. We wouldn’t condone it. Everyone should remain professional in this environment.” You nod and he does too, satisfied with your answer. “Speaking of which, inappropriate staring is also considered—….yes, Taehyung?” The caramel-haired lawyer smiles and explains, “Sometimes my mind goes on a trip and it looks like I’m staring when I’m not.” “Uh...well, as long as you don’t have the intention, it should be fine. But try your best to not let that happen, okay?” You continue after the man flashes a thumbs up, “No one should be sharing inappropriate pictures either. Please don’t share nudes in the office.” Seulgi looks over at Seokjin with a raised eyebrow and you don’t even want to know at this point. You click the remote, changing the slide again.“Sexual jokes are also looked down upon—” Yoongi raises his hand this time and then he crosses his arms. “Does that include ‘that’s what she said?” Sunyi rolls her eyes to the back of her skull and you can practically hear the storm of complaints she’ll make to you and the documents you’ll have to fill out. “....yes. Moving on, bragging about sexual endeavours is also improper behaviour. Everyone is here to work, not talk about their personal lives or what they did on the weekend.” Suddenly, Lisa coughs loudly like she’s choking a chicken bone. The noisy interruption gathers the attention of the room and she eyes Taehyung in particular who remains oblivious, perhaps on purpose. You continue quickly without prying or publicly humiliating anyone, “Basically if you’re wondering if an action is sexual harassment or not, just ask yourself ‘would I do this in front of my grandma?” It’s easy enough to understand and you even gain a few amused smiles around the room. “It’s a good rule of thumb for a lot of things. Would you talk badly about someone in front of your grandma? Would you talk about your sex life in front of your grandma? Would you send nudes in front of your grandma? Would you make sexual remarks in front of your grandma? The answer is no, right?” Your confidence boosts at the bubble of laughter that echoes throughout the group. “Our firm has a strict policy on sexual harassment. We take it very seriously in order to protect everyone and create a safe environment. If you ever feel unsafe, threatened, or uncomfortable, come talk to me, Jimin or Hoseok at any time. There will be absolutely no tolerance for this sort of thing.” The slide changes again. “And just putting it out there, if there are any office romances, then you need to file with HR. All you need to do is fill out a form and sign. It’s just for the firm to be aware. We are legally obligated to protect every employee here from sexual harassment and hostile work environments.” After a few more minutes of going over more details and getting the group to watch an old video you found on the internet that explains and reenacts different scenarios, you flicker the conference room lights back on and stand in front, preparing to close the seminar up. “Does anyone have any questions?” “How about after work?” Jungkook’s voice is soft and shy, and you’re happy that he’s actively participating. “Do these rules apply?” “....No,” you answer after thinking carefully. Jimin seems to have no problem with your answer, but you can’t exactly tell with Hoseok when he’s still half-staring, half-glaring at you. “You’re free to do whatever you want after work, but please be five hundred meters away from this firm. Don’t do anything on company property.” Seokjin raises his hand and speaks without being called upon, “So we can’t get it on in this office?” There’s a few disgusted looks that pass around, mostly from Dahyun and Inyoung who look like they’ve bitten into a sour lemon. On the other hand, Seulgi and Namjoon don’t look too unfazed with his particular inquiry. You can only sigh. “Under no circumstance should you ever engage in any sexual acts inside this office.” Taehyung’s palm lifts, surprisingly timid. “What happens if you’ve already broken that rule?” “Ew, gross!” Seulgi’s expression blanches and even Yoongi’s brow lifts, skeptical expression marring his blankness. Jimin scoffs with a laugh and Hoseok groans, rubbing his temples. “You’re all a bunch of wild animals,” Naul waves him off and looks away. “Look it wasn’t my fault!” Taehyung tries to defend, feeling like he was somehow put on trial and is at the stand in front of his accusatory colleagues. “I met her at a bar and we got wasted and I was being responsible by not driving! And the office was only a block away, so I decided why not!” “Oh my god!” Sunyi is screeching and cups her hands over her ears like she can block out the monstrosities she’s hearing. “Oh my god, oh my god.” “Why are you treating me all like this!” He laughs in disbelief. “I cleaned up the desk after and I personally bought that carpet cleaning solution and I scrubbed the carpets for like an hour—” “Too much information, dude!” Namjoon interrupts with a loud voice. “We don’t want to know!” “Oh my god!” Yoongi suddenly bolts up from his seat and turns to the fellow lawyer. His arm extends and his hand quivers as he points to Taehyung’s face, features marred with complete horror. “Is that why my office smelled like that for an entire week?!” Sunyi bursts out in hysterical laughter. She has to physically grab her stomach as she leans over with giggles streaming infectiously out of her throat. The lawyer is no longer disturbed listening to Taehyung’s sexual endeavors in the office, instead savouring the look on Min Yoongi’s face. “Serves you right! Get a taste of that, Min.” Suddenly, Taehyung turns to her. He becomes serious, all traces of humour and mischief escaping from him. Then, her smile falls, and she slowly shakes her head. “No…” The disbelief quickly becomes fear. “No...no, you...didn’t….you...wouldn’t…” “That stain on your couch—” His timbre is low and vibrates. “—it wasn’t ketchup.” “Gross! Gross! I can’t believe you would do that in my office! That’s where I work and eat and—! Oh my god, I sleep on that couch sometimes, Taehyung! What’s wrong with you, freak?!” “Serves you right,” Yoongi mocks her back in a whisper. Taehyung leans back in his seat and scans the room with his sharp eyes. “You’re making such a big deal out of this like you haven’t done it yourselves when I know for a fact that you have!” Dahyun looks away. Seulgi shifts uncomfortably. You don’t miss the way Sunyi glances at Yoongi for the shortest of seconds, the both of them gone quiet. But you get distracted when Lisa shouts, “We haven’t!” “Liar.” He turns to the oldest lawyer on the team, the middle aged woman who is sipping on her beverage and watching the gong show go down. “Come on, Naul. I know you’ve brought your husband here more than twice.” “I have a bedroom, thank you very much.” “Jin?” The man in question dodges. “My secrets will stay as secrets.” “Okay, fine.” Taehyung holds his hands up like he’s defeated. “Deny all you want, but I bet the only people who haven’t actually done anything in this office is Y/N and like…” Simultaneously, everyone turns around to the back of the room, looking at Hoseok. The lawyer is unimpressed, one leg thrown over the other. He looks like a strict judge at a singing competition, hair swept over his brow in a comma motion and in a fitted suit like he’s ready to be broadcasted on national television, but also giving no fucks with what’s being presented before him. “This meeting is over. I hope you all paid attention and learned something, because I’m going to test you all on it.” Jimin laughs when everyone becomes petrified and he steps in before mass hysteria can spread like wildfire. “He’s joking. There’s no test. But Hoseok’s right. This seminar has gotten a little off topic. It’s time to get back to work, but please take the topic of discussion seriously.” He continues, doing a beautiful job of wrapping things up, “Any inappropriate behaviour in this firm will not be tolerated by Hoseok nor I. If you have any further questions or concerns, please come talk to Y/N, Hoseok, or me. It’s best to clarify any confusion, so that everyone is on the same page. With that being said, can we give a round of applause to Y/N for doing so well?” People clap for you, the thundering applauses reverberating and you become sheepish under the attention. “It’s nothing, really. But thank you for listening to what I have to say.” One by one, employees trickle out of the room. They’re chatting with each other, returning back to your desks and catching up on some work. On his way out, Taehyung grins at you. “That was fun, Y/N.” You hold your sigh. “Well, I’m glad.” “Thank you,” Inyoung murmurs as she walks past, modest smile still placed on her lips. “No problem.” Jungkook smiles and the rest of them also put in their few compliments and words of appreciation. Jimin is one of the last people and he actually stops. “Good job.” “I was nervous,” you admit, remote off the laptop still in your sweaty hands. “Couldn’t tell.” He grins, eyes crinkled into half moons. “It was your first time conducting a meeting, so don’t beat yourself over it. You’ll get better and better as time goes by. Plus, if it weren’t for you, I would have to conduct this seminar myself, so I’m once again thankful for your existence, Y/N.” “It’s nothing.” Your eyes fall to your feet. “It’s my job.” “And you’re good at it.” But for some reason, you seek someone’s praise in particular. You’re thankful for everyone’s positive feedback and their encouraging remarks, but it never feels like quite enough. It’s like you thirst and ache to hear it from someone who is much tougher in nature, who is naturally a critic. Only when you hear from him will you truly be satisfied and you know you’re not being spoon-fed by stretched truths. So, like the pathetic loser that you are, you hang around. You walk slowly to your laptop, closing the presentation, disconnecting the remote. And when you steal a peek at the corner of the room, Hoseok’s still seated, sending off a text message. It’s excruciating how desperate you are and the way you linger. Jung Hoseok is the last to leave and when he notices you’re still here, his brow lifts, as if asking if you have something to say. “I’m sorry.” It’s the first thing that pops into your head and spills off your tongue without much warrant. “It got out of control towards the end there.” “No, it happens. You don’t need to apologize.” The both of you walk together, exiting and going down the hall. “You...got your car fixed?” “I did,” the lawyer muses and glances at his watch like he’s late to something. “The battery got drained like I thought it did.” “That’s good. It would suck if there was something wrong with the engine or the tires. Maintenance on cars can be really bothersome and expensive.” Lame. It’s so lame how you’re ranting about car maintenance. But you can’t help the disappointment that leaks into your voice and spills all over your face. You really liked having a friend to go home with. It made time go by faster. And you just hope that he can’t read the look on your face right now. You’re sure you’re not doing a very good job with hiding your emotions. “Hey, Y/N.” He looks away from his phone, from his watch, from the end of the hallway to your profile. “Hmm?” His voice is soft and gentle, a small smile that expands over his face. “You did well.” One word from him is all it takes. Like the idiot that you are, an even bigger smile overwhelms you. “Thanks.” // With the seminar complete and the staff handbook well on its way, you decide to take a longer lunch break, hanging out in the lobby of the building and chatting with the security guard. While you’re still working with developing friendships in the office, you’ve become good friends with the older guard. He reminds you of your late grandpa or when you were in elementary school and no one really wanted to hang out with you, so you became close to the class pet goldfish. You’re standing near the front entrance, sipping on coffee as the guard drinks the cup you bought for him and he tells you about his weekend. He chats about how his son came over for barbecue and his wife made this pineapple pasta dish that was very delicious. And you’re about to respond when you hear a muffled— “Y/N?” There’s a woman on the other side of the glass windows, having stopped walking in the middle of the sidewalk. She knocks once on the window to get your attention. Her hair is long and sleek, a midnight shade that matches the colour of her irises. Her eyes are wide like a deer in headlights, lashes standing straight up to the sky, sharp jaw dropped. She stares at you. You stare at her. And the girl bolts in her high heels towards the doors. “Do you know her?” The guard asks just to be sure, hitching his thumb over his shoulder. “Y-yeah….I do…” Your eyes are on the woman’s and you watch as she scrambles inside, taking wide strides towards you. You don’t even bid goodbye to the guard, taking steps to meet the female in the lobby. “Sowon?” Without letting a squeak slip or another word spoken, her arms open all at once and she embraces your frame, squeezing you tight like a teddy bear. “Oh my god! I missed you so much. Huhuhghgh.” She makes weird sounds as she restrains you with her arms like she’s trying to pick you up, lug you around, giving you a good spin, but she’s not strong enough to. You can’t help the laughter that bubbles up your throat. “I missed you too.” The older girl parts away and scans you up and down several times. “How are you? You look great!” “Thank you.” You’re a bit breathless, finding her presence and everything that’s happened in the span of two minutes overwhelming. “I’m good.” “What…” She shakes her head like she can’t believe you’re actually here in front of her. “What are you doing here?” “I work here now.” “No. Really?” “Really.” // The cafe is quaint in the middle of the afternoon on a workday. The sunlight washes through the glass into the room, painting the surroundings in warm hues. There’s not too many people around, few conversations from customers here and there, but the murmur of sounds are relaxing to your ears. After already having two coffees for the day, you decide on a blueberry pastry and Sowon gets some kind of latte drink. She sits across from you, still looking at you in awe while you remain a bit uncomfortable under her constant gawking. “I never thought I would see you again.” “That’s what I thought too.” “I’m just surprised.” She gives you a soft smile. “And I’m glad that you’re here.” There’s a slight pause and you fiddle with your fingers in your lap. “I heard Hoseok got into an accident.” “Did he tell you about it?” “Yeah.” You hesitate, aware that she’s watching you carefully and with mustered courage, you take a deep breath and sit straighter, looking her dead in the eyes. “I really, really like my job. I’m working as an HR manager in the firm. It’s really fun to help out and tend to all the issues inside the office. I’m enjoying it a lot…” “And Hoseok’s okay with that?” She holds the cup in her hand, sipping while her eyes are still above the rim, eyeing you carefully. “He’s the one who hired me,” you tell her. “We’re professional.” Sowon hums with another smile and puts down her cup on the table. “Understood,” she sing-songs. “I’m just glad you’re doing well.” “Thank you.” It’s a soft murmur, but with that out of the way, you adjust the attention onto the woman. “How are things going for you?” “Pretty fantastic actually.” “Are you still at that magazine writing job?” “Oh, god no.” She takes a sigh of relief and you’re happy that she’s moved on since she dreaded the job back then. “I’m a wedding singer now.” You’re pleasantly surprised. “Really?” “Really. I love it.” There’s a bright grin that spreads into her cheeks, uncanny to her younger brother when he’s in a good mood. “I haven’t been better. Free and happy. And before you ask—” She leans over to whisper while the long strands of her hair cascade down and frame her face. “I dumped Yugyeom. Well, more like he dumped me because he was sleeping with my best friend and preferred her over me because I’m too...boring…” She shrugs. “But I was going to drop that hot potato anyway.” “I….see...” Any sympathy isn’t necessary since Sowon seems nothing but sincerely happy about it, so you can only bob your head to show you’re listening. “It’s so nice to see you again,” she muses and means it genuinely. “We should go out for dinner to catch up more. Better yet, you should come home. My parents miss you more than I do—” “I’m not sure that’s a good idea.” You look away unintentionally, nervousness grabbing hold to dictate all your actions. “I mean, isn’t visiting my boss’ parents during my free time a little weird?” Sowon scoffs, leaning back and crossing her arms. “No. You’re practically my sister, aren’t you? That trumps whatever Hoseok is to you.” You laugh and she eases, glancing at the labels of her paper cup. “But if you have free time...if you feel comfortable...you should visit them. They’re getting old.” “I’ll try.” You steal a glimpse at the screen of your phone, having felt it vibrate in your pocket. “I’m keeping you from something, aren’t I?’ “No, not really.” It’s not like you have much to do today. If anything, you were ahead of your own set schedule, but… “I’ve just been gone from the office for a while.” “If my brother is ever imposing on you or using his title of ‘boss’—” her fingers make air quotations. “—to bother you in any way, then just tell me and I’ll beat some sense into him.” “Okay.” Your cheeks ache from smiling so widely. “The kid thinks he’s such a hot shot now that he goes around bullying others without realizing.” A hopeless sigh spills from her lips. “Well, don’t let me hold you up. We should both get going.” “Oh, aren’t you coming with me?” “Nah. I was coming over to bother Hoseok, but I found something even better.” She smiles, indicating you. “So, I’m satisfied. I’ll probably head home.” “Are you sure?” “Yeha. He wouldn’t want to see me anyways. I know that kid.” She gets up and you both take your belongings, slowly leaving the warm cafe to the colder streets. “Don’t bother telling him I swung by either. Save him that stress.” “Okay.” Outside of the door, you hug her one last time and she holds onto you, patting your back in steady beats with the palm of her hand. “Promise me you’ll be okay,” she murmurs gently and you smile against her shoulder “I’ll be fine.” “Then don’t be a stranger.” She parts and gazes at you. “Keep in contact with me, alright, brat?” “Yes.” You giggle, bidding her a final goodbye. Her backside eventually fades off down the street and you’re sorely reminded of her brother whom she resembles so strongly that it shakes you inside. // Lost friends. Lost memories. It’s been so long that things begin to resurface despite years of pushing them away. You didn’t realize you missed her so much until you saw her and you begin to ponder about your other friends, the people that you used to be so close to until the life that you were so fond of was ripped away from your grasps. But you’re too afraid to reach out again. It’s dangerous to play the game of what if. What if things had been different back then. You wonder how much your life could’ve changed. Maybe you would have someone to go home to, maybe you wouldn’t have been so lonely, maybe you would be happier, maybe not. You really shouldn’t dwell on things that aren’t part of reality. But the encounter with Hoseok’s older sister leaves you reeling and you don’t even realize where you are. “Y/N?” “Yes?” Your daydream is broken and you force yourself to focus on the receptionist sitting across the desk from you. “Sorry, I was thinking about something else, but go ahead.” Dahyun glances behind her to the closed door and then clears her throat. “Does Hoseok hate me?” Your eyebrow lifts. “Why would you say that?” “He keeps glaring at me.” She points to both her eyes with her index and middle finger, whispering like he’s a monster who can hear behind solid walls. “Whenever I walk past or he walks past or I knock on his office, he has this glare.” “No, that’s not it,” you try to explain with a laugh. “That’s what he looks like when he’s concentrated or being serious. Trust me, he doesn’t hate you. Hoseok doesn’t hate anybody. It would take a lot to make him actually mad.” “Oh, okay.” Dahyun takes a sigh of relief. “I was worried he was upset with me.” Not long, you get another guest inside your office. “So last week, there was a file I was working on.” Sunyi is ranting again. For once, it’s not about Yoongi’s loud chewing or how she swears she can hear him trimming his toenails in his office and it’s absolutely disgusting. “And I asked Hoseok if a draft was necessary for the case. It’s more complicated than that, but that’s the basic gist. Anyways, he told me ‘no’, and then today he asks me why the draft wasn't done and that we need it! How ridiculous is that?!” “Maybe he’s just busy,” you attempt to appease her and expand her empathy. “Things can get pretty hectic. He probably just forgot and got confused.” “But he always blames others instead of himself. It’s so frustrating!” “Well, being the boss is tough. There’s a lot for him to juggle. I’m sure this is a misunderstanding.” “It’s not. He just never admits when he’s wrong.” “Did he apologize to you?” There’s a moment of silence. “Well, yeah, after I explained what happened.” You smile at the lawyer. “He’s a partner of this firm along with Jimin. The both of them have a lot riding on their shoulders and they have to uphold the name of this place. They’re the leaders of this firm. It’s probably difficult to admit their mistakes as the bosses since it would damage their own pride and shake the foundation of this place.” Sunyi shrugs, mumbling a mere ‘I guess’. But you know she’s thinking about what you’ve said. There seems plenty of concerns and worries today since you get yet another person sitting in your office, across from your desk. Kim Seokjin is undeniably handsome no matter what he does, though right now you can agree he’s seen better days. “He keeps micromanaging me! Every time I’m doing something, I feel him hovering over my shoulder and watching the screen of my computer like he’s trying to catch me do something wrong.” He groans, ranting and nagging, shaking his head and pounding his first on your desk, startling you to death. “Do you know how uncomfortable I feel on a daily basis?!” “He’s probably just doing his rounds. It’s part of the job as boss….” Your voice goes quiet at the way he looks at you. Seokjin’s arm falls to his side and his frown deepens. He leans over closer until half his body is pressed on the surface of your smooth desk. He looks at you like you’ve gone crazy. “Why are you defending him?” “What?” You blink. “I’m not.” “You are.” He tilts his head. “We usually always talk shit on Hoseok. Every. Day.” You’re beginning to sweat. “Well, it’s not good to talk badly about our bosses.” “Did he find out?” Jin’s eyes become wide. “No, no!” You quickly reassure the legal assistant. “What we talk in here is confidential.” “Then did you get in trouble?” “No, nothing like that. I’m just….trying to approach it from a different angle….less talking trash...you know?” “It’s strange,” he says, pouting slightly at how you don’t want to talk smack about Hoseok anymore. “No offence.” You hum before pulling out your emergency drawer. “Would you like a cookie?” Kim Seokjin grins, attention like a fish’s and successfully diverted. “Yes, please.” // Sometimes it feels more like you’re the complaint department or a counselor than an HR manager. You don’t mind since mediating and conflict resolution has always been your strongest skill set. But it’s difficult when you’re dealing with other people’s problems and no one helps you with yours. You even forget about your own issues. And yet, despite it going against your own mottos and what you were taught, it feels better to just bury those problems and forget them. There’s nothing like having a problem and pretending it’s not there right in your face. Ignoring is also part of your skill set. The knocks on your door break you out of your trance and you lift your head, finding an older woman standing at your doorway. “Do you have a moment, Y/N?” She smiles and you stand. “Of course! Please take a seat.” Kye Naul is one of the lawyers of the firm and you’ve haven’t been able to get many interactions with her when the others occupy your time a lot more. You know a few things about her, like how she’s one of the oldest people in the office, probably ten to twenty years older than you, and her sons have grown up and moved out of the house. She’s also the person who’s practiced law for the longest in the firm and both Jimin and Hoseok respect her greatly. She takes a seat across from the desk and you feel calm, reminded of your own mother’s presence. “I’m sorry. You were about to leave, weren’t you? It’s pretty close to five o’clock right now. I would've stopped by earlier, but I just finished billing five minutes ago.” “Oh no, it’s completely fine.” You smile. “Trust me, I don’t have anything to do after this, so feel free. I’ll just be at home watching television anyways. What’s the matter?” It isn’t a lie. Today is your off-day with your part-time job of taxi driving. “This might be inappropriate and unprofessional,” she prefaces. “It has nothing to do with the firm or the office. It’s about my marriage.” “It’s okay. Trust me, I’ve heard enough about people’s antics around here and what their odd hobbies are to be surprised or for it to be inappropriate.” She nods and inhales deeply. “My husband is having a midlife crisis.” “To put it shortly, we’re going through a rough patch because of it.” There’s a long pause. “He wants to buy a boat, move houses, hell, buy a house boat. He wanted to adopt a kid, a cat, a dog. He even tried convincing me to volunteer in a different continent for six months building mud houses for the elderly.” She sighs and pinches the bridge of her nose. “Have you ever had someone drive you absolutely insane?” “Yes.” You hold back a laugh, amused at hearing about her husband’s crisis. “I think everyone has at some point.” “How did you end up tolerating them?” “I don’t know,” you muse and a slight shrug follows. Someone specific comes to mind as you keep talking. “I guess I just cared so much that it didn’t matter to me if they were insane or completely crazy. I guess that makes me crazy too.” She exhales another breath and nods. “Love makes people do stupid things.” “Well…” You’re not sure where it comes from, but it stumbles from your tongue the moment you hear the four-letter word ‘love’. Immediately, you shake your head. “I’m not sure I would call it love.” “Oh?” Naul’s brow lifts in curiosity. “Then what is it?” “I don’t know. Definitely not love though.” You nod, so sure of yourself. This certain someone that you have in mind — you don’t love him. “It’s...a blindness.” “A disease?” The lawyer clarifies, eyes narrowing even more as she carefully watches you. “Sort of.” You can’t see it any other way. To be completely crazy for someone where you overlook flaws and have to sacrifice yourself. It’s blinding. It’s horrible. It’s painful. “I don’t think love should make you do stupid things. I don’t think that’s love.” Yet, the older woman only appears more and more amused. “Why do you say that?” “I can’t see how it’s love if you keep crawling back to someone and they keep hurting you over and over again. It’s just...a bad addiction at that point.” Your original stance in remaining unbiased is hurled out the window as you spill your truest beliefs out loud. The beliefs that formed over many long years from being jagged by someone you held... “It’s stupid to keep running back to them.” You repeat it in your head several times. “You’re right,” Naul says simply. “It isn’t love. Or at least, it isn’t just love.” Her wise eyes are glimmery like they know too much. The lawyer leans closer to you like she’s about to tell a secret. “It’s a selfless love. It’s an unconditional love. That’s why we tolerate them and keep coming back, even when they make us angry to the point we want to throw a lamp across the room. That’s why we don’t kick them out of the house at night and make them sleep on the couch instead. It’s unconditional love.” The lawyer continues, “Doing crazy things, things you thought you’d never do for anyone, allowing yourself to be vulnerable and accepting them back after getting hurt, that’s okay. It’s powerful to be that selfless. It’s still love, Y/N. It’s okay to feel this way. There’s no need to blame yourself and think it’s a bad addiction. God knows in a relationship patience, tolerance, compromise is required.” She smiles and when she speaks, it’s less for herself and more for you. “Now, if only unconditional love went both ways, then love wouldn’t have to turn toxic, now, would it? If selfless love was always reciprocated, no one would ever have to hurt.” “It’s harmful when it doesn’t go both ways and that’s when it needs to be stopped. If it does go both ways and you know that person would tolerate us too and wouldn’t mind being hurt….” She sighs softly. “Well, we just have to ask ourselves if the other person has unconditional love for us as well. Only then will we know that doing all these crazy things is worth it.” You’re speechless, not sure how to respond. Naul simply gets up from her chair, much calmer than she was when she first walked into the room. She must’ve decided that this was enough to help her, but before she can leave the room or bid a goodnight, you stop her. “Stay with him,” you say quickly while standing on your feet. The door is already parted and she turns to look at you. It’s as if your memories are flashing before your eyes and you are actually trying to talk to your past self. It’s as if you are attempting to alter history that cannot be changed. It isn’t Naul who stands in front of you anymore, but someone much different. “Or at least don’t decide anything on your own. Talk to him properly.” And the lawyer scoffs with a grin. “Of course I’m staying with him. He’s one of those people in my life that I’ll never be able to let go.” That same evening, Naul comes home to an apartment where her two brain-celled husband is flipping through grocery flyers on the kitchen floor. When he looks up at her, he smiles and tells her that they both ought to take up fishing since it’s apparently beneficial to their health and a very relaxing hobby. For now, he’s given up the idea of building mud houses near the jungle. But he also tells her that he’s already pre-purchased two very expensive fishing rods and by the way he slightly cringes, she knows he’s afraid she’ll become upset. But the woman simply sighs and leans down, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him silly. When he smiles against her lips, she parts and nods, finding fishing a great idea. In the meanwhile, you’re still left dwelling on the conversation. As you return to your empty home with nothing to do, you wonder how stupid you really are, how you keep crawling back, how you keep running for him, hanging onto every single of his words, how you can keep following him like some kind of loyal dog, even after being abandoned and kicked helplessly. More importantly, you wonder how you can never let go. It isn’t love. Selfless love. Unconditional love. Any of that. You refuse to believe such a thing. You refuse to believe you harbor such feelings. But — “You did well.” — one word from him is all it takes for everything you’ve known to crumble.

#bts fanfic #bts scenario #hoseok fluff #hoseok fanfic #jhope fanfic #BTS jung hoseok is the baby boy of the fam :']#OC who is in a crisis after talking to someone hella woke

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yujinrk · 5 years

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— origami;

@rksowon:

with more and more trainees gradually joining trc, it almost became a mission for sowon to keep track of who was the newest trainee. but with so many of them joining around the same time, it caused a bit of a delay trying to remember all of them. however with the evaluation coming up soon, sowon figures that this would be a great opportunity to welcome them and wish them good luck. with a small stack of origami flowers inside, sowon takes the yellow daffodil out of her bag. on the flap of one of the petals contains a written quote that says, “success is liking yourself, liking what you do, and liking how you do it. congratulations and welcome to trc!”

as she carries the flower, she searches for one of the trainees that she heard from the hallways. when she spots the person based on the description that someone had told her, she approaches the younger individual. “hi, are you yujin?” hoping that she had found the right person, she hands the origami flower to the other. “i’m sowon, one of the trainees around here.” she introduces herself with a smile on her face. the woman continues on to speak, “it’s a bit late, but i wanted to welcome you to trc by giving you this as a welcoming gift! the quote written on there is a pick me up if you ever feel down and since the evaluation is coming up soon, i wanted to cheer you on! it might be a bit intimidating at first, but just know that you will get used to it over time.”

with the less-than-average welcomings yujin has been getting, the presence of the gentle-looking woman came as a sight for sore eyes—and of course, one more reason stood apparent for the younger girl’s jaw dropping.

“oh my god...are you’re taller than me?” the words slip out of her mouth before she can stop them, and as much as she regrets them right afterwards, it’s too late to take them back now. “i— oh. sorry,” yujin holds her hands to her mouth apologetically, bowing in shame at the random question. “i don’t...uh. i don’t see many girls my height or taller,” the admittance comes out in her panic, though her voice sounds awfully relieved. “but yes, that’s me!”

she receives the flower with eyes widened, blinking once or twice before looking back up at the older girl. “nice to meet you, sowon-ssi,” it’s obvious she’s older than yujin, but better be safe than sorry here.

yujin’s gaze drifts back down to the origami flower as sowon continues her explanation, and finds the quote easily enough. the words bring forth a smile, but she quickly returns her attention to the older girl as she finishes speaking. “you’re not late at all. thank you so much for this,” she bows her head quickly. “you’re right, it is a little intimidating...but i’ll survive i think!”

#( stories ; origami )#rksowon #( trc . )#( backdated to around yujin's signing )#( sorry for the delay! i was trying to space out trainee replies </3 )#submission

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starreclipse · 5 years

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things i like to know about rp partners !!

FILL IN:

i like to be called: Seren, Sowon, whatever make your own if you want.

my favourite colour is: red, green, orange, yellow

gender: female

one thing you should know about me: I don’t tolerate bullshit and I might seem like a distant & harsh person at first but it’s nothing personal against you.

one thing you should know about my muse: None of them is self-insert and I don’t agree with all of their views & opinions.

first language: Finnish

second language: English ( and conversational Swedish )

HIGHLIGHT:

age range: under 13 | 14–17 | 18–22 | 23–25 | 26–29 | 30+ | 70+

am i okay with nsfw?: yes | no | maybe ( as long as it’s not smut !!)

oc friendly?: yes | no | depends

rp blog: does | doesn’t contain ooc posts | Only sometimes

tagged by : @unfinishedjulyrain thanks!! tagging: @bydur , @keep-ycu-scfe , @dcsidcrium and whoever wants to do this

#[ ooc ]

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mainline-fanart · 6 years

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|THE DORKY RANGERS!| By: KaonaSinB 1. Yuju -Color: Dorky Black -Special Attack: Weird Dance -Specialty: Confusion -The squad leader. Be wary when fighting her, she could attack with her weird dance, making you confused for before delivering a blow! ●Seeing our Yuju dancing weirdly to a song(or even without) may make us ask "why is she doing that?". This special talent of our main vocalist just makes us love her more!● 2. Yerin -Color: Dorky Yellow -Special Attack: Homer Simpson -Specialty: Defense break -This ginseng may have a bit of a support role, but she could trick you with her beautiful smile. She would use her special attack right after, lowering your defense. ●When we first saw Yerin, we probably wouldn't expect her to do silly stuff like this. So it's a shock when we saw her impersonate Homer Simpson!● 3. SinB -Color: Dorky Red -Special Attack: Cold Stare -Specialty: Petrify -You can't mess with this ranger, because one iconic cold stare from her will petrify you! ●One of the reasons why we love SinB is because of her savagery, one of those is the cold stare SinB gives her fans. She looks adorable doing so, no?● 4. Eunha -Color: Dorky Pink -Special Attack: Height -Specialty: Speed -With her small height, she can attack and dodge swiftly. It would be a huge mistake for you to make fun of her height. ●Being the smallest in the group, Eunha becomes teased by her members. Especially Sowon. Her small height is definitely an advantage for her cuteness!● 5. Sowon -Color: Dorky Purple -Special Attack: Cracking Bones -Specialty: Critical -The Dorky ranger who specializes in delivering critical blows. Dont let her goddess-like visuals fool you! ●Our beloved leader left a mark on us when she tried to imitate SinB's dance, resulting to her cracking bones! I cant deny that that is one of the funniest moments in the show!● 6. Umji -Color: Dorky Blue -Special Attack: Pika....chu!!! -Specialty: Lightning attack -The cute maknae of the Dorky Rangers. She can cast lightning upon you just with one shout. she may look cute doing so, but dont let that fool you! ●One of the cutest things our Omuji did. She just bias wrecked everybuddy with that impersonation!● ■inspired by the anime Negima!'s Mahora Sentai Baka Rangers■

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curledlife · 6 years

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Moodboard MASTERLIST!

- updated (1/19/19)

Want to request one? Here are the rules!

BTS

Coffee date with RM

Trying different restaurants with Jin

Traveling with Suga

Dance practice with J Hope

Backstage with Jimin

Late night city walk with Taehyung

Picnic date with Jungkook

Art Museum Date with Namjoon (Requested)

Disneyland with Jin (Requested)

Cooking with Jin (Requested)

Staying at home with Jin (Requested)

Winter with Suga (Requested)

Studying with Hoseok (Requested)

Winter with Jimin (Requested)

Hiking with Jungkook (Requested)

BTS - LOVE YOURSELF THEME

Pied Piper, RM

Dimple, Jin

Mic Drop, Suga

Outro: Her, J Hope

Serendipity, Jimin

Best of Me, Taehyung

Sea, Jungkook

Bad Boy, Suga (Requested)

Prince Suga (Requested)

Red, Taehyung (Requested)

Angel Taehyung (Requested)

Best Friend, Taehyung x Yoongi (Requested)

EXO

Orange Suho

Green Xiumin

Pink Lay

Black & White Baekhyun

Purple Chen

Red Chanyeol

Teal D.O

Blue Kai

Yellow Sehun

Lotto, Baekhyun (Requested)

iKON

Amusement park date with Hanbin

Late night adventures with Jinhwan (Requested)

Movie date with Jinhwan (Requested)

Picnic date with Yunhyeong (Requested)

Traveling with Yunhyeong (Requested)

Sleeping over with Bobby

Facetime with Donghyuk

Boyfriend Junhoe

Game night with Chanwoo

Rose gold, Prince Donghyuk (Requested)

Winner

Beach trip with Mino

Coffee Date with Mino (Requested)

Fool, Seungyoon

Monsta X

Valentines Day with Wonho (Requested)

Taking pictures with Kihyun

Restaurant dates with Minhyuk

Road trip with Jooheon

Spending Christmas with I.M

Pink, Kihyun (Requested)

Trespass, I.M (Requested)

Shinee

Angel Jonghyun (We will miss you)

Married To The Music, Key (Requested)

Taemin with flowers (Requested)

GOT7

Fly, Jaebum

You Are, Mark

Just Right, Jackson

Moon U, Jinyoung

Never Ever, Youngjae

Firework, Bambam

Face, Yugyeom

Pink, Mark (Requested)

Black & White, Jackson (Requested)

Rainbow, Bambam (Requested)

Blanc7

Staying in bed with Taichi (Requested)

Gfriend

Finger tip, Sowon (Requested)

Rough, Eunha (Requested)

Love Whisper, Yuju (Requested)

Red Velvet

Rainbow Seulgi (Requested)

Forest Nymph Joy (Requested)

Witch Yeri (Requested)

Vintage Seulgi (Requested)

Mamamoo

Décalcomanie (Grunge gf), Wheein (Requested)

Paint Me (Pastel gf), Moonbyul (Requested)

Boys Republic

Coffee Date with Onejunn (Requested)

Astro

Spring with Sanha (Requested)

Jam session with Sanha (Requested)

Cha Eunwoo x Sanha, Brothers (Requested)

LOONA

Journalist Kim Lip (Requested)

Mermaid Jinsoul (Requested)

Pikachu Chuu (Requested)

SNSD

U R, Taeyeon (Requested)

Heartbreak Hotel, Tiffany (Requested)

Summer with Taeyeon (Requested)

Seventeen

Trauma, S.Coups (Requested)

Don’t Wanna Cry, Vernon (Requested)

Traveling with Joshua (Requested)

VIXX

The Closer, N (Requested)

Dark Prince, N (Requested)

Dreamy Hongbin (Requested)

NCT

Pink, Johnny (Requested)

Traveling with Taeyong

Waking up to Ten

Afternoon walk with Ten (Requested)

First Date with Kun (Requested)

Valentines Day with Jaehyun (Requested)

Wanna One

Beautiful, Woojin (Requested)

Blackpink

Stay, Jennie

Whistle, Lisa

At home with Lisa

Night adventure with Jennie

KARD

You In Me, Somin (Requested)

AKMU

Dinosaur, Suhyun (Requested)

B.A.P

Coffee Date with Youngjae (Requested)

Pentagon

College student Yeo One (Requested)

Twice

Sana with stuffed animals (Requested)

Cheer up, Jihyo (Requested)

Stray Kids

District 9, Felix (Requested)

(G)I-DLE

White, Miyeon

Blue, Minnie

Purple, Soojin (Requested)

Red, Yuqi (Requested)

Pink, Shuhua (Requested)

OH MY GIRL

Forest Deer, Jiho (Requested)

SF9

Now or Never Era, Rowoon (Requested)

Dreamcatcher

Peach, Dami (Requested)

MISC/SOLO ARTISTS

Vacation with Christian Yu

Coffee Date with IU (Requested)

Stars, Heize (Requested)

Lazy day with Heize (Requested)

Rollercoaster, Chungha (Requested)

Pink, Chungha (Requested)

Gold, Hyungsik (Requested)

Harry Styles request

Meryl Streep request

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