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simsbyeol · 11 months

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guemarasims · 1 year

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I watched the kdrama Nevertheless a while ago and I loved it! So I decided to do Park Jae Eon's tattoo, I hope you like it!

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rosewould · 2 months

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pit stop; cyj

🖊️⇝ pairing; afab, blk!reader x yeonjun

🖊️⇝ word count; 8.3k

🖊️⇝ genre; friends 2 lovers, smut, fluff, & light angst

🖊️⇝synopsis; you should probably buy a lottery ticket with how luck you are when it comes to running into celebrities... despite just moving to a new country

🖊️⇝ warnings; very cliche "forbidden love w/ an idol" trope, end is unedited, mc thirsting heavily for mingi, heat of the moment sex, PIV, unprotected sex (mc is on bc), creampie, squirting, cum eating, cunnilingus, overstimulation, slight posessiveness, mc has faux locs at one point

📜⇝ HAPPY BHM!!!!! Would you believe me if I said I started this last BHM? :D Anyways if you're not a black woman you should still read this because it slaps. It would've been even better if I managed to post during valentine's day too.

There are many things that can go wrong in a foreign country all on your own, but for your own health, you push them to the wayside. Maybe you pushed them too far because now you’re stranded with a flat tire miles away from where you’ll be staying. It’s only your first day and you already managed to fuck it up. You have to commend your ability to surprise yourself even after all these years.

You don’t have a local SIM card and your phone is completely off. You should’ve listened to the internet when they gave you a long list of how to prepare your phone when moving abroad. Now it’s useless. You laugh humorlessly as the odds continue to stack against you. Do people stop for hitchhikers in Korea?

You try anyway, you know enough Korean to give them an idea of how to help you. Many cars slow down but zero cars stop. Some even roll down their windows to stare into your eyes as they leave you stranded. You don’t have proof, but you swear one of them took a picture. You can’t be appalled by their actions, it’s not like you came from the most friendly country anyway.

“Come on, people. Just a little slack. Cut me just a little.” You murmur desperately, forcing a strained smile as you wave down another car. It’s another window roller that leaves you behind. You suppose it must be a strange sight. And maybe they’re worried you don’t speak Korean. There you go again, waving any worrying conclusions away. Don’t wanna prove your family right.

Then comes yet another car slowing down. Except, this one is slowing to a stop. It’s a flashy car, much flashier than anything you’ve seen thus far. You don’t know much about cars, but you know the person you see once the window rolls down must be well off. He peeks at you with intrigue and a bit of amusement, his sly vibe fitting for his fox-like features.

“Need help?”

You nearly collapse to your knees in relief. Not only is he stopping to help you but he can speak English so you don’t have to embarrass yourself. “Yes! My car has a flat. My phone doesn’t work, I just need car… service… people.” God, can you speak English? You’re already huffing, looking really weird to this handsome rich man and the other handsome rich man in the passenger seat.

“Are you a MOA?” Yet another man pokes his head out from the backseat to peek at you. His eyes are critical despite their roundness. He raises his eyebrows in a way that makes you think there’s a wrong answer. Your brain is already overworked for the day so you answer honestly. “I’m sorry, I have no clue what that is.”

Assuming you can’t understand, he mumbles “leave her” in Korean and slinks back into the backseat.

“I’ll call the car service people for you.” The driver smirks and you can tell he’s making fun of you. You just force a smile and thank the man before retreating back into your car. Shut inside the one space familiar to you feels like finally getting a moment to breathe and reflect. This is just a little hiccup. Soon you’ll be at your new home and next week you’ll be working again.

You were consumed in a book whenever help arrives, and lifting your head, you notice that flashy car is still there.

Luckily enough, the maintenance truck had an inflated spare available and you were on your way, but not before thanking the driver. As you approach he rolls the window down again before leaning his arm on the door.

“Thank you so much, I’m not sure how long I would’ve been out here if you didn’t help me.” You sigh. You weren’t sure what you could offer him to express your gratitude, you were pretty useless as of now.

“It’s no problem. The least I can ask for is that you don’t tell anyone you saw us here.”

You have trouble keeping a smile on your face as a hint of dread sets in. Why wouldn’t they be allowed in the countryside? Were they criminals? Is this a common location for crime?

“I know you don’t know us yet, but in case you find out from the internet, just keep this between us.”

You did not find out from the internet. You found out eight days later when you saw a cardboard cut out of the driver in the mall. Holding up a makeup product he didn’t need with a smile that almost hides the eternal mischief hidden in his expression both times you’ve seen him. This whole time you thought they were notorious criminals and you were going to get booked before you even stepped foot at home. But no, the nice car was from them being idols, not criminals.

Maybe you were a bit in the dark about k-pop idols, but why weren’t they allowed to drive around? You hold that thought, possibly forever because you had just experienced a pretty rare occurrence so early into your move.

-🖊️⇝

Tonight was your first office party since your move. Your boss saved up to rent out a hotel venue and even scored you and your coworkers rooms for the night. Less risky without the threat of drunk driving or getting kidnapped you guess.

“I could only book the ballroom today, so I’m sorry but you can’t wander around. You can only go in this room and the floor where your rooms are located. There’s a celebrity staying here and the hotel is pretty much on lockdown.”

Your coworkers immediately get to gossiping about who’s here and all you can do is marvel at the odds. There was no way you’d be meeting another celebrity. The odds are even more unfathomable than you previously thought. You break the rules on accident, drunkenly tapping the wrong floor number. Your eyes are closed when you stumble out and run into someone tall.

“Um, this floor is… off limits.” The man grabs you by your shoulders and holds you at arm's length. Your head lolls back and you get a good look at the guy and he, in turn, gets a glimpse of you. His jaw drops open and he looks over to the other men behind him. Your brain had been too debilitated to translate Korean.

“Hey! Are you that girl? Flat tire?” A familiar voice rings out and snaps you from your daze and you attempt to hold your head up straight. “Yeah! Car service people!” The driver whose name you’re sure starts with a Y says excitedly. Again with the mischief, sticking its pesky little head out more confidently with the teasing nickname.

“No way it’s you guys again.” You chuckle drowsily.

“Yes way!” The blond man lets go of your shoulders.

“Are you a MOA yet?” It was the one from the backseat asking the same question yet again. It completely slipped your mind to figure out what that meant.

“I still have no idea what that is.” You flash a tight smile as he narrows his eyes at you. One of the two you haven’t spoken to yet says something frantically to the others in Korean before they all turn to look at you.

“Hey… do you want some water?” Y approaches you, speaking almost like he’s about to sell you something. Your eyes roll back, your urge to rest almost winning the fight.

“I want to go to sleep.”

“Let’s get you some water!” The blond one says enthusiastically before ushering you into a door down the hall. They talk to each other as you gulp down a cold bottle of water, slumped in the living chair they frantically cleared for you. This would help with your hangover tomorrow anyway. After they deliberate with themselves Y turns to you.

“Is your party still happening?” He kneels before you, talking to you like a lost child.

“Yeah, I left early.”

“Great! We were gonna sneak down there ourselves, but you going back would be easier.”

“You want me to go back?” You barely swallow your water before you ask. “Yeah. All we were given was fruit. We can’t survive on fruit and the food smells so good.” He pleads with his eyes before the blond chips in.

“Please? We’re hungry.”

Downing your second bottle, you look at them warily as your mind sobers up. “You guys are famous. Can’t you just get room service?”

“No, we’re banned from it. They told the hotel not to serve us.” The black-haired one who looks to be the tallest or close to it pipes in. Much too massive for his youthful vibe.

You look at each pair of puppy eyes incredulously. “So they’re starving you?”

Yeonjun is quick to clear the air, starting to explain again that they had fruit before Mr. MOA interrupts him. “Yes!! We’re starving!” His whining is cut off by the blond scolding him.

“What are your names?” You ask once you realize you have no idea.

You learn each of their names and each of the food items they want brought to them. You have five styrofoam containers filled to the brim in both arms as you board the elevator. You’re aware they’re exaggerating, but concern for them still flares up. They were pretty thin, and you’ve heard whispers of their insane diets. But you do what you do best. They seem fine, and they wouldn’t have the energy they’re exhibiting currently if something was wrong.

Thankfully, no one was on there with you. That is, until you see that someone had pressed the button from your floor. You stand there awkwardly as your coworker looks at you like you have five heads. Then he sees that you’ve pressed the button for a forbidden floor.

“K-pop fan?”

You sigh, shifting the containers in your hands. “No. I’m acting as a food delivery service.”

“Ah.” He doesn’t press you, nor will he say anything. None of your coworkers are the type. The idols are waiting impatiently by the elevator when the door opens, hurriedly unloading each container.

How you ended up with five grown men in your hotel room was really a blur. Apparently their manager might walk in and bust them if they stay in their room. “We’ll be quick!” They promised.

Now Beomgyu and Kai are napping on your bed while you lean against the wall. Yeonjun’s eating whatever is left over in the living chair in the corner, smiling happily at you.

“I love you. I could kiss you.” He manages with his cheeks full of food.

You give him a tight smile, familiar with his habitual attempts to fluster you by now. “That’s not necessary. Your manager is probably looking for you guys.”

“Nah. We’re allowed to wander around as long as we’re in our room before 1 am. Today was our last day.” You chew on his words as he chews on the remnants of his food. He swallows hard, forcing what seems to be a painfully large chunk of food down his throat. Food seems to placate his teasing disposition, a thought that makes you cover your mouth to conceal your smirk. It takes a moment for him to recuperate before he speaks again.

"What do you wanna do right now?" He narrows his eyes, pointing his plastic cutlery at you.

You’re not sure what he means exactly, even after taking a moment to let your eyes flit around the room. So you do what you usually do, shrug and be honest. "Around this time I'd be playing some game until my eyes are painfully dry."

He halts mid container disposal to peer at you excitedly. "You play video games? Which ones?"

Finally, something you were a natural at talking about. "I like games like Minecraft or Rust, but I dabble in FPS games too-" You get caught up in one of your favorite conversation topics, surprised when Yeonjun dumps his trash quickly before marching over to you and taking your hands.

"Oh please tell me you play Valorant."

"Yeah, like I said, I dabble-"

"Okay, I'm really gonna kiss you."

“Don’t you dare-” Your words are cut off by a chaotic mixture of a gasp and laugh when he pokes his lips out, leaning in slowly. He unpuckers his lips and they settle into a smirk. The realization of how close you are to each other sets in and brings about a strong flow of energy between you two. You shake his hands off yours and shove him away, forcibly resuming your playful aura. He laughs, widening his eyes once it dies down.

“Oh, I cannot wait to kick your ass.” He points, eyes posing as a warning. You huff as you pick up a towel. You sling it over your shoulder before raising your eyebrows at him. “Is that a bet or a promise?”

And to think if your office party was planned even a day later, you would’ve probably never seen them again. Yeonjun nabs your phone while you were in the bathroom, sticking his number in there. The first important milestone of your relationship with the boys was being added to their group chat. Then you visited their dorms and them, your apartment. You weren’t aware of the transition, you just looked up and it felt natural to be around each other.

“___’s on!” Yeonjun cheers through your headset. He pauses once you turn on your webcam. “You found a hairstylist?”

“Yeah. Turns out there are black ones here. I never knew.” You reply, half paying attention as you adjust your camera.

“I know there’s a Korean name for that style but I feel like it’s… not correct. What’s it called in English?”

“Locs! Do you like ‘em?” You comb your fingers through each loc, careful not to tug at your tender scalp. “They fit you so well I forgot how you looked before.” He says as if he’s shocked by his own accuracy.

“You’re so right. I should’ve popped out the womb with locs.” You chuckle to yourself, unable to stop playing with your hair. Yeonjun has that look on his face like he’s about to smart-mouth you. “Locs and not wounding your own teammates would’ve been really handy.” He tries to quip quickly in an attempt to fly under your radar.

Your smile is immediately wiped off your face. “It was an off day for me, how many times do we have to go over this?”

“Next time your favorite character dies don’t come online.”

“I knew I should’ve hung out with Taehyun today.” You transition from excitement to insults like it's nothing. These boys definitely make it easy.

“Yeah, whatever. Are you coming to Mingi’s party next week or do you have work.” He says as if the word itself affronted him. New names were constantly thrown at you. You took a break from researching and watching videos because it was just too much.

“Why are you always so offended by my job? And I’ll see if I can make it.”

It makes it even harder to consume content about these idols when you think of what they go through. From these five alone, you can tell how hungry these idols are to be in this position. They put up with so much and you can’t help thinking their companies take advantage of that.

“You know, you never told me why you weren’t allowed to drive around the day we met.”

An effortless transition is made again as Yeonjun sets aside his teasing. “We have a lot of rules. Like, a lot. It’s no problem, we all knew what we were signing up for pretty much. It feels kinda pointless to go through all that work just to get in trouble, so we hold each other accountable.”

“I’m guessing that’s not counting the hotel food heist?” You bring up with a snort. It feels a little silly to make an exception for food.

“That was a small rule, and we just finished the final concert of a very tiring tour. The day we met I rented a car after a full month of grueling practice hours with little to no sleep. We were hysterical. So we took a ride.”

The boys seem alright. They’re full of life most days and with no context, you would have no idea what they’re going through. He informs you that this party is another one of those exceptions. There are secret parties thrown constantly but it was reckless to go without thorough planning. You like the thought of them getting a proper break and they really want you to come, so you do what you never do: call in fake sick to work.

But not before attempting a little research. Perhaps a different approach would help. You’re picking at scraps since you only have one internet friend who likes kpop. What if they never heard of him?

___: Y’all who is Mingi

You sent out the tweet before you went to sleep. You had just gotten your ass handed to you on Valorant so you didn’t feel like being let down that same night. You woke up to more notifications you’ve seen on all your social media accounts combined.

mingitzsong: you mean our lightskin king Malik???

That was not the tweet you expected from your friend, not by a long shot. Nor were you expecting the “my moot has a hit tweet!” DM.

Your notifications were flooded with fancams, edits, pictures– is that a video of him grabbing his…?

It was too early and you had gone too long without being satisfied by another person so this was all going to your head. You couldn’t tell if you were a stan now or just horny. You wanted him on your wall… or inside you.

So maybe that was the real reason you were okay with lying to your boss, but it was much more touching to say it was to please your friends.

-🖊️⇝

You enter the function excited to see the guys. Mingi too, but you were trying to seem less eager about that. You find the two youngest members first talking to a group of unfamiliar people. You try to sneak past, intending to say hi when there weren’t people to be introduced to. But alas, they saw you and you met a few idols their age. Then you run into Soobin coming out of the bathroom. “You made it!” His excited smile was ten times cuter when he was tipsy. He pulls you into a big tight hug and it’s so unlike him. He seemed to have an aversion to touching anyone when it wasn’t necessary. Drunk Soobin was unbearably adorable and it took everything in you to not stay with him and pinch his cheeks. But you needed to find the other members.

The club Mingi rented out is not ideal for finding friends. There are two floors and this is your third time walking down the stairs. You haven’t even seen the host himself yet. With his height, it shouldn’t be easy to miss him. As you walk past the large dance floor you become privy to the reason you haven’t found them. Your head naturally lowers, your eyes automatically avoiding the dancing bodies. It wasn’t your fault, your tendency to avoid large groups of people is written deep inside your DNA. It was time to stop beating around the bush, so you enter the group of dancing bodies.

It felt like miles of grazing people despite trying your best to shrink into yourself. In the heart of the group were the three you were looking for. They were lost in the music and possibly a bit drunk. Yeonjun casts a glance to see who was approaching before wordlessly holding out his hand. You accept with exaggerated confidence, fake it ‘til you make it. It was easier than you thought to dance smack dab in the middle of the dance floor. Your focus had been locked on the tall man before you, your body on autopilot as it sways to the music. He guides you closer by your hand with undoubtedly genuine confidence sewn into his smirk. You find yourself naturally smiling, unable to shake the shyness that overcomes you. He was doing it again, but this time you took the bait and let yourself be reeled up to shore. Forced out of your comfort zone, but you couldn’t find it in you to complain.

“Who is that?” You hear a deep masculine voice say to your left. Your eyes stay glued to Yeonjun like you’re physically unable to look away, and you swear he’s having the same problem. But you eventually do. Mingi is still looking at Beomgyu until he answers, only then does he grace you with eye contact. The wind is pulled from your lungs as you gasp. You were too distracted by Yeonjun to fully bask in his glory.

“Well. Here he is in person.” Yeonjun fails to pull your attention away even when he rests his hand on your shoulder. “This is ___.”

Mingi makes a sound of understanding, nodding as he not so subtly rakes his eyes up and down your body. It takes everything in you not to shiver. He repeats your name with a small smile that makes your heart skip rope.

“It’s nice to meet you.” He bows slightly before rising with his cheeks squinting his eyes. “I’m a rapper, my group is called ATEEZ.”

I know, you’re tempted to say. “It’s nice to meet you, too.” You bow back, restraining the locs that fall over your eyes.

“You’re… very beautiful.” His eyes fall again, taking their time coming back to your face before flashing a seductive smirk. You bite your lip, acute amounts of shame stirring with the arousal in your belly as the tension thickens in such a public space.

The members of TXT are long forgotten as you’re sat at the bar with the handsome Mingi. You talk for hours, though it’s mostly flirting and subtle invitations. As much as you can communicate with your limited Korean. You’re glad it’s gotten good enough that you can understand what he tells you next. According to Mingi, there are no restrictions in his company when it comes to doing… it. If they’re of age, they can do whoever they want to their heart’s content. As long as they’re not reckless. TXT has to plan in advance for your visits and they have three emergency escape or hide strategies just in case. That’s just for being seen with you.

There’s heat brewing between your legs. You’d be a huge liar if you said being around handsome men that you couldn’t think about touching wasn’t slightly torturous. Not even a little tipsy quicky you could pretend didn’t happen. No kissing. Hugging was even a stretch. Even if there’s a fuckload of chemistry, gotta ignore it. But this man, the same one you’ve been fantasizing about, can touch you in ways that has heat traveling throughout your entire body.

“What do you think?” He asks with a raise of his eyebrows. You agree in a way you hope doesn’t seem desperate, but in the end who cares? Not you when he leans closer, taking a moment to take in a quick breath before closing the distance. Butterflies swirl and thrash in your stomach as excitement takes over. It’s your fault the kiss escalates but you still can’t care about shame when your dreams are coming true.

His tongue feels like heaven against yours, sinfully wet to the point where you can’t help thinking of it somewhere else. He inhales deeply through his nose and you can feel the ensuing groan in your spine.

A frantic voice pulls the two of you apart, someone talking about an emergency. He and Mingi share an exchange before Mingi looks back at you. He sighs disappointedly. “Ah, I’m sorry. Maybe next time.” He winks before being whisked away, vanishing like he did every morning when your sweet dreams slip between your fingers.

You and Yeonjun don’t see each other for the rest of the party, you stay at the bar to sulk. Yeonjun was buzzing after the brief dance you shared. Your hand was so soft, and the way you looked at him… he’d never seen that from you before. If no one had taken your attention he doesn’t know what might’ve happened. He shakes the thought away as if it were a physical intrusion.

When you kept asking about Mingi before the party, Yeonjun thought nothing of it. You were basically clueless about the industry and he was happy to fill you in. But the way you looked at him, sure it wasn’t as loaded or intimate (or unprovocative) but you looked starstruck. It would sting a little if you didn’t become a fan from their music but from someone else’s.

Yeonjun’s body had become entirely tense, unable to dance in a carefree way after you took over his mind. There was a whole lot of conflict going on in his brain but not a lot of solutions. What does it matter? It’s not like you’re gonna stop being friends with them. You’ve given their home life a level of excitement and joy that it hasn’t reached before, and they didn’t have to train for months to receive it. All Yeonjun had to do was kick back, look over with a smile to see that you’re smiling back.

The next time you see each other is outside the club next to their van. “Hey, you disappeared.” Yeonjun shoves his hands in his pockets before nudging you with his elbow. You glance up at him, but it’s like your neck’s made of rubber. Drunk like him, but way worse at concealing it. Soobin explains that he found you by the bar and decided to help get you home.

In the backseat between Yeonjun and Taehyun, you’re restless. You keep whining and fidgeting until Taehyun asks you what’s wrong. “I’m just frustrated.”

Confused by this progression, Yeonjun turns toward you with a curious frown. “Did something happen with Mingi?”

“He had to leave.” You whimper before letting your head fall on Yeonjun’s shoulder. When you lift your face to look at him you’re way too close for it not to be a problem. He’s hesitant, but Yeonjun allows his face to linger in this dangerous proximity. “I’m still a little worked up.” Your eyes flit down to his lips and he gasps lightly. He casts a quick glance at his members. Taehyun was looking down into his lap, brows tight. The other members seem to be minding their own business. Getting the idea before he even looks back at you, Yeonjun’s heart flips.

When he turns his head again you scoot closer. The lights of the city whiz past, shadows obscuring your features before painting them in vibrant hues. Each aspect of your face that he tried not to think about lay before him in a way so breathtaking he can’t think straight. He usually stops himself by now out of fear that he’ll become obsessed with you. Then he feels the tip of your nose brush against his, signaling how close he is to breaching an important rule. Just then, the van passes through a tunnel, cloaking the entire vehicle in a dimmer light. His heart stills, time stills as the drowsy look wipes off your face. You pull back a bit to flash him a genuine look. As if you’re also considering this.

Yeonjun is closing in just as the van leaves the tunnel, moving fast but not fast enough.

“Hey, break it up!” A bright light is flashed in both your faces. Yeonjun squints and blocks the light, unable to pull away from you because it feels like snuffing out this flame will leave him stranded in the tundra. But Soobin sounded frantic, and he’d hate to stress out his friend and leader. So he pulls away and he’s right. It’s frigid and cold.

“What happened?” Kai sits up from his chair and glances at Soobin before peering at the back seat.

Soobin sighs, clearly hesitant to report this. “He almost kissed her.”

Their reactions vary from shocked to worried to a little frustrated. “That’s like… the biggest thing, hyung.” Soobin pleads for Yeonjun’s understanding with his eyes. Yeonjun nips at his top lip, unable to curb his embarrassment and disappointment. “I know, I know.” He sends a hand through his hair frustratedly.

You sit stiffly between the two men as Taehyun gears up to say something. All this for a kiss? One you were admittedly excited for. Still, you don’t have it in you to get angry at them. Like Yeonjun said. They worked hard for this. It’s silly to risk it all over a kiss. Even if that label makes your heart sink.

“You guys know I won’t say anything. I’m already risking getting fired over driving you here.” The driver pipes up as he casts a quick glance at the rearview mirror.

“It’s not about that, we can’t slip up.” Taehyun finally speaks, eyes cutting at Yeonjun. “At all.”

“I said I know.” Yeonjun speaks with more conviction that raises the tension considerably. Everyone else in the car can feel it. You send nervous glances to the other three who seem to be doing the same. “It’s fine! We’ve all been drinking, so.” Kai tries, his nervous smile flickering out when he looks back. Taehyun has his jaw clenched as he stares out the window and Yeonjun is clearly pissed off.

“Exactly, let’s just drop it. Nothing happened anyway.” Soobin adds authoritatively, looking back at the two who don’t return his glance.

Everyone does as much, leaving the car unbearably quiet. When you arrive at your apartment you say quiet goodbyes to everyone including Jun who gives you a cautious and almost apologetic look. “I’ll come with you.” Soobin grunts as he stands from his seat.

Yeonjun watches helplessly as you both exit the car and Soobin walks you to the door. He would’ve offered before the car even stopped. But this isn’t only about him. A scandal could harm the entire group.

-🖊️⇝

Five months. You haven’t been laid in five months. Then here comes this 6ft-something man with puppy dog tendencies who turns on the sex appeal like it’s nothing, stirring up your emotions to this degree.

You tie half of your locs up before tugging two down to frame your face. You bite your lip as you take in your appearance, a little shocked at how good everything came out. “What do you think? Should I add anything else?”

Things have been a little stiffer between you and Yeonjun. You still hang out but you both can feel it looming. The chemistry. The tension. The threat of jumping each other’s bones at a moment’s notice. Yeonjun doesn’t want to drag his members down because of a rash decision. He’s not sure what’s going through your mind but he can see the conflict in your eyes.

Yeonjun considers helping you. Immediately he’d recommend a choker. It’s hard for him to quell the thoughts about how good your neck looks with a piece of fabric wrapped tightly around it. Then he would suggest going for gloss instead of lipstick, but perhaps he should stop thinking about your neck and lips while he’s ahead. Also, this is all to help Mingi. Valentine’s day has passed, but it’s a miracle if an idol is free then anyway. This is essentially their valentine’s day plans, it’s a thought that presents a lingering bitter taste in his mouth. But he knows better, so he keeps those thoughts to himself.

“Yeah, it looks good like that.” He says as plainly as he can. Like a friend should.

You turn in your chair and rest your arm on the back. He looks really tired today. You can tell it’s one of those weeks that are really beating down on him. This is the most severe you’ve seen it get with your own eyes.

“You’re usually good at helping me with my looks.” It’s true that you’re cautious as well, but if he could have one moment to not be worried about one hundred things at once, you really want it to be with you.

“You did pretty well on your own.” His shrug does nothing to shield how disingenuous he’s being. You give him a knowing look, deciding to probe just a little.

“You know you can take a nap on my bed while I’m gone.”

“I’m good.” He assures with a smile meant to be soft but ends up strained. “Text me if you need anything or if something goes wrong.”

No, no. That’s the last thing you need. Him needing to have his guard up around you and still being so courteous. “I have other friends that I can text. You go play video games or relax or something.”

“Oh yeah? Name someone that isn’t an idol, quickly.” His tense demeanor melts just for a second, just to poke back. You give a short, dry laugh. Knowing very well you didn’t have an answer. Non-idol friends would do you some good. You think for a moment before replying half-jokingly.

“How about I call your leader instead and tell him to come take you home.”

Yeonjun stands from the bed, walking over with a look that you recognize by now. He’s thinking about it again. Kissing you or touching you. “I wanna be here when you get back.” He’s not sure why. You’re not gonna be drinking and Mingi is a gentleman, he’ll make sure you get home safe.

You’re acutely aware you must be looking at him the same way, which means you’re both in danger of breaking the biggest rule. He’s tired and probably unbelievably frustrated. And he wants it so bad. You can practically smell the arousal when you two get like this. Hell, you want it too. Sleeping with someone who’s been stifled for years and is finally able to let loose? The sex would be unforgettable. The thought permeates in your mind, strong enough to overshadow your habit of pushing all this to the wayside. You stand from the chair.

“Why? I’ll be alright.” You blink, unaware of how cute you look peering through your lashes. Despite his notes, you did do a great job. Fuck a choker or lip gloss, if you showed up to a date looking like this, he’d lose all ability to function.

“You look so beautiful.” He breathes out, but how genuine he is shines through. This was more intimate than the dance or the almost kiss. HIs eyes have a slight sheen as they gaze down at you earnestly.

“That means a lot, Jun. Thank you.”

Yeonjun, instead of responding, takes your shirt strap that had fallen down your shoulder in between his fingers. He slowly moves it back up, hand brushing lightly against your soft skin. You’re cold to the touch, your body being chilled by your air conditioner. How long would it be until you were properly warmed up? Too long.

“I don’t think I can handle you looking like this for someone else.” The words roll off his tongue, feeling as though someone else had said them. He looks over at your eyes from your strap, the touched shock on your face confirming that it was real. It happens quickly, the rationalization. You shut up the part of your brain urging you to run away from the conflict and tug Yeonjun closer by his shirt. His hands move to your face and the two of you linger there, either giving this a second thought or wondering if this was really happening. You lean in, feeling his breath fanning only to jerk back suddenly. Your lips brush against each other first before they finally meld, finally connecting in the way you both truly craved.

He’s so expressive, you can feel the longing, hear the pent up frustration leaving him with every heavy sigh. You chase each other’s lips instantly after each disconnect as if the kiss is providing oxygen rather than inhibiting it. There was that heat again, warming his frigid body as you wrap your arms around him and urge him closer.

He pulls away, the impish fox you know well looking so unfamiliar. His eyes pleading and blown out, his pretty lips pink and swollen. You impatiently pull him back in and you feel the same warmth he is. Except it’s burning you up. Both of you feel like you’re being swallowed by a large flame as your tongues circle each other. He lets out a wanton moan that has your core clenching. “Taste so good.” His voice is nearly inaudible, murmured between kisses.

Pushing your straps down your arms, he undoes his recent action. He pushes your dress over your breasts but he’s too consumed by the kiss to look down. His hands envelope the flesh held by your bra as he pushes his tongue into your mouth. Things are escalating quickly but you grow frustrated that he isn’t inside you already. You’ve both waited long enough.

“Fuck me, please.” You beg, eyebrows slanting as you let your pride go for just a moment. You reach down and tug at the waistband of his sweats, feeling a little justified as he returns your desperation with his eyes. With his hands kneading your breasts and your fingers clenching his pants you stare into each other’s eyes. No words exchanged but you each understand loud and clear that you need each other. Bad. As his face draws closer you try again. “Fuck me.” You whisper as he nuzzles your nose.

You’re begging for it but Yeonjun can’t decide how he wants you first. He shuts his eyes and imagines your body bent in half, your as lifted into the air. Presented just for him. His cock throb and he squeezes your breast. Your ensuing moan almost pushes him to throw you onto the bed. But then he imagines the moonlight bleeding through the curtains and painting your body. The lights of the cars that speed past illuminating your umber tinted nipples that perk up nice and hardened for him.

The fantasy draws more and more saliva onto his tongue that rolls off onto yours. Your tongues tangle in a horny mess. If anyone saw what the two of you were doing they’d probably be confused, but both of your faces are scorching and the spaces between your legs are throbbing. Yeonjun is on his tenth fantasy on how he wants to pose you when he starts whimpering. You grab his crotch and return the squeeze he’s been giving your breasts. He finally unlatches from your lips to toss his head back, letting out the loudest moan of the evening. You kiss down his throat, feeling the vibrations of his pretty sounds. It’s taking every atom inside your body to not bite and suck, instead you ghost your teeth over his supple skin.

As his moans transition to groans and growls his actions become more rough. He grabs your wrist to keep your hand steady as he grinds into it. His nails pierce your breast and it’s your turn to whimper. He yanks your hand off of him and moves his own to your waist, finally guiding you over to the bed. In every fleeting fantasy he had there was one thing either missing or integral. The very look on your face you have now as he’s moving over you. Your dark eyes are so doe-like yet so sinful. They yearn for him, yet dare him.

The taking off of your clothes is agonizingly slow. It doesn’t matter that you’re both rushing to the point that you almost rip each other’s shirts. It’s still torturous. His long cock bobs as he repositions himself, a drop of precum dribbling from his tip and shining in the light. His nails dig into you yet again as your legs are hoisted on either side of your head. Every time he grips so forcefully you wish he’d do it harder, squeeze you until you fuse together.

You get as close as you can to that wish when his tip cards between your lips. You jolt, surprised by your own sensitivity. Yes, it’s been a long time, but it’s not that. Your clit and lips are so swollen that they ache. You feel like your molten juice will pour out of you at any moment. You hold your legs in place as Yeonjun lowers onto his forearms, bringing his face closer to yours. You’ve already stuck your tongue down his throat and gripped his cock, but there’s something strangely intimate about his bangs brushing against your forehead. He watches you intently as he slowly pushes in. You gasp, as if the heat radiating off his cock is actually singing you as he slides in.

Yeonjun releases his lip from his teeth as a deep groan forces its way out from the depths of his core. Your pussy swallows him whole, so devastatingly wet that it coats your outer lips and coaxes him in with ease. The urge to crack a window, shove the comforter and sheets off the bed, anything to quell the overwhelming heat is a fleeting thought for the both of you. It’s quickly replaced by the gnawing need to feel every part of each other. To get deep. Yeonjun arches his back and pushes his hips in until you’re yelping and your hips buck uncontrollably.

Then something snaps and a rhythm takes over Yeonjun’s body. His hips snap toward yours at the perfect pace that has you clawing down his back. You feel his skin under your fingernails.

Your hips desperately chase after him, fingers fumbling over your achy clit. It’s a blurred frenzy that neither of you can completely process as real. Your brains are turned off anyway, blindly chasing pleasure and that orgasm so sweet your teeth go numb at the thought.

The height of the pleasure makes each pump of his cock maddening. It’s so good you both almost want it to stop. The pleasure spikes higher, making your moans peak in pitch. Your grip falters on your thighs as your legs start to quake.

“I can’t– I can’t!” Your mumbles are nearly incoherent between your shrieky whimpers. A knot squeezes so tight in your lower belly it feels like a large, heavy ball. Yeonjun grits out moans as his eyebrows furrow. The pleading look is so sexy, the desperation in his voice. His fucking cock is inside you. It’s so deep inside you.

“C-cumming!” Your thighs slip from your hands as a violent tremor sweeps through your body. The knot snaps and you feel hot liquid spewing from your cunt. Yeonjun fucks through the pressure, sharp profanities shoot off his tongue. He claws at your thighs and his thrusts transition to slow and punishing. The myriad of noises flooding from your lips don’t lower in intensity. The pleasure barely plateaus and you’re right back in the trenches.

“Fuck! Yeonjun, fuck!” You squeal. His hand crawls up from between your breasts to your throat. “You’re taking it so well, you’re perfect.” His voice cracks, the sincerity in his voice sending shivers down your spine.

“You’re so, so perfect.” His body drops closer to yours, his voice tickling against your ear. His thrusts pick up with his fractured moans. You can tell just how much is being released as he fucks you. It’s just as magical as you imagined, watching him let loose like this. But the twitch in his brow bothers you. His muscles are tight, his shoulders tense. You let out a serene sigh.

“Let it all out, Junnie.” You run your hands over his shoulders, feeling his muscles loosen under your fingers. His eyes flutter shut, mimicking your serene sigh. He doesn’t get to rest for long. The conflict wracking his body this time is different. His cock is twitching inside you.

Your clumsy hands travel all over his shoulders, neck, and land on his face. His hips start to fracture from their rhythm and his face occasionally pinches. You caress him, wanting to bottle up the version of him that’s close to cumming.

You press a tender, wet kiss to his lips. “Cum inside me.”

It doesn’t occur to you that he has no clue you’re on birth control. So when the most guttural moan erupts from his chest it catches you off guard. His hips grind down against yours, his cock throbbing as it pumps you even fuller. Your sweaty bodies stay like that for a moment, not long enough for your sensitivity to wane. He pulls out, unplugging your hole for all the fluids to flow out.

His cock is heavy against your clit, so heavy that it triggers your sensitivity. You close your legs around him and turn your head into your pillow. He flows you, planting a long kiss on your lips as he grinds his cock into your mound.

“Jun,” you tap at the mattress, the excruciating pleasure taking you to another planet.

“I love your pussy.” He finally pulls away and the rigidity of your body eases. You let out a shaky breath, eyeing him as moves down your body. He glances up at you with his mouth hovering over your tired pussy. “It’s mine.” His eyes flutter shut as he kisses your mound wetly. A sharp moan rockets out of you. Your head shoots backward and your thighs threaten to close around him. That was just the teaser.

His tongue delves in to scoop out his and your essence. You’re in awe of the dirtiness of his actions and the lengths he’s willing to push you. All while staring you right in the eyes. Your eyes roll into the back of your skull as you push at his head.

He hums before lifting away. “You want me to stop?”

“N-no!” You reply instantly, a laugh bubbling out of both of you. It was ridiculous at this point. Yeonjun curls his tongue inside of you until he’s satisfied with how clean he got you. He lifts up, giving only a glimpse of his sullied face before he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.

He crawls back up and you groan.

“No, we’re both gross, don't lay back down.”

He grumbles ‘give me an hour’, making you both laugh. It’s comforting, a crackling fire lulling you both to sleep.

You gasp loudly, shooting upright.

“Mingi!”

-🖊️⇝

If only you hadn’t done that. The vibes after the sex were immaculate. Now things are tense again as Yeonjun gets you ready to meet with Mingi. His hands run over your sudsy body, making sure you’re squeaky clean. He helps you with your bra, even helps you pick out a new outfit. When all is said and done, you’re back to looking at each other through the mirror. He sighs.

“Go ahead and text him you’re ready.”

You pull your phone out, finding you’re just flipping it over in your hands instead of unlocking it. You chew on your lip, your heart beating so intensely it’s debilitating.

“I’m ready.” You rush out, thinking for a moment before turning to actually look at him. Yeonjun breathes a laugh with a smirk.

“I said tell him, not me.”

“Why? You’re my date.” Your smile beams brighter than you mean it to. It’s all fine because he returns its luminosity.

“I’m down for that. I’m too fatigued to go anywhere, though.”

“I know, I really tuckered you out didn’t I?” You cock an eyebrow at him, doing your best impression of a sly fox you know.

“Okay, but who made who squirt?”

You shove him, making him chuckle as he catches himself. You quickly leave the bedroom, turning to shout back at him.

“I’m watching the movie without you.”

He chases after you and you just barely evade him to sit on the cough first. He dives next to you, snuggling up close and nuzzling his forehead into yours. It’s something he used to do to annoy you, and though you’re tonguing your cheek, your heart is fluttering.

You watch the rest of the movie hugging his arm with your head on his shoulder. As the credits roll, is the first to talk in thirty minutes.

“It was always gonna be us.” Yeonjun chuckles. “We both knew it from the moment in your hotel room. Fuck it, I might’ve thought about it when I first saw you.”

You crane your head to look at him, his sharp eyes already on you. There’s a softness to them.

Multiple fists thundering against your door makes you both jump.

“Open up! Yeonjun has been here for way too long!” Identifying Soobin’s voice dulls the alarm bells blaring in both your heads.

Yeonjun trudges over to let them in, sulking back to the couch as the four younger book it past him. Beomgyu launches himself on the couch and asks what “we’re” watching. Kai is close behind, snatching the remote before Beomgyu could even think to grab it. They argue over that as Soobin sits down, rubbing his temples. He sinks into the couch as you sit beside him. You can feel Yeonjun’s warmth on your left and you bite your lip trying to ignore it.

“And just what were you doing here all alone?” Soobin’s eyes slowly pan over to the two people sitting suspiciously close to each other. You both shrug, mumbling something about movies and ice cream.

Taehyun sighs, squeezing his ass in between the both of you until you’re forced to part. You just roll your eyes, ignoring it for now. The movie watching experience with these five was always chaotic. Chaotic enough that you and Yeonjun could sneak glances at each other with no one noticing. The noise dissipates as you get lost in each other’s eyes. You both smile.

#poor mingi T___T #txt #yeonjun #smut #kpop #choi yeonjun #yeonjun smut #txt smut #kpop smut #choi yeonjun smut #txt yeonjun smut

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niki-phoria · 1 year

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⋆｡°✩ enhypen masterlist

more on masterlist 02

━━ LEE HEESEUNG

baking with heeseung (gn reader)

academic rivals to lovers (male reader; high school au)

taking care of him when he gets food poisoning (gn reader)

jealous heeseung (male reader)

late night basketball date (male reader)

making up after getting into fight (male reader)

━━ PARK JONGSEONG

jay confesses (gn reader)

confessing to reader (male reader; poly jayke; high school au)

jay proposes (male reader)

reader gets hurt on stage (male reader; idol au)

your secret relationship accidentially being revealed (male reader; 8th member au)

you get sick (male reader)

flustering him around enha (male reader)

surprising him for his birthday (gn reader)

falling in love over lunch dates (male reader; school au)

━━ SIM JAEYUN

jake gets you an anniversary gift (gn reader)

prince reader x knight jake (male reader; royalty au)

confessing to reader (male reader; poly jayke; high school au)

jake comforting insecure reader during a live (male reader; 8th member au)

someone else giving you a love letter (gn reader; high school au)

academic rivals to lovers (male reader; high school au)

getting caught staring at you (male reader; 8th member au)

non idol!jake falls in love with idol!reader (male reader; idol au)

enha meeting jake's intimidating bf (male reader)

layla gets loose and runs into reader (male reader; non idol au)

going to their debut showcase (male reader)

━━ PARK SUNGHOON

studying with sunghoon (gn reader)

carnival date (gn reader)

cuddling with hoon before a performance (male reader; 8th member au)

basketball player hoon confesses to the school reporter (gn reader; high school au)

getting into an argument backstage (male reader; idol au)

enha teasing hoon for being cute with reader in public (male reader; 8th member au)

comforting sunghoon (male reader)

━━ KIM SUNOO

taking care of sick sunoo (male reader)

"would you still love me if i was a worm?" (gn reader)

kissing sunoo to taste his dessert (male reader; 8th member au)

celebrating his birthday together (gn reader)

━━ YANG JUNGWON

nightmare comfort (gn reader)

making breakfast for jungwon (male reader; 8th member au)

he bakes a chocolate tart for you (male reader; 8th member au)

━━ NISHIMURA RIKI

waking up next to niki (male reader)

gaming with niki (gn reader)

fans joking asking if they can steal you from him (male reader; rewritten)

getting hurt while filming en-o'clock (male reader; 8th member au)

reader is upset about not doing well during practice so niki comforts him (male reader; 8th member au)

staying up late with niki (gn reader)

niki teasing reader for being clingy (male reader; 8th member au)

gaming date with niki (male reader; 8th member au)

flirting while learning korean together (gn reader; 8th member au)

#xiao.txt #ran out of room to add links so i have to reformat everything now :((#enhypen x reader #enha x reader #enhypen x male reader #enha x male reader

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thisismeracing · 10 months

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MICK DATING A KOREAN GIRL | MS47

Warnings: mentions of food; tooth-rotting fluff; mentions of family members; not proofread.

A/n: Just a quick reminder that there are many shades, experiences, and backgrounds when it comes to korean people and their culture, what I am writing does not resume everything, but rather brings a piece of it to the table. <3

⁕ Reader is an engineer as requested here, but it's just one of the points of the headcanon, so it won't be a problem if you're not an engineer hehe <3

⁕ my masterlist and my taglist

You and Mick would definitely do a trip through Asia, visiting all the countries. You with your journal and him with his camera. Your last stop would be in Korea, and then your hometown, where you would show him everything.

Mick loves traditions and learning new things, so you can imagine the glimmer in his eyes when you go around everything and shows up wearing hanboks.

And if your family still lives there they will cook him every possible dish, and be all smiley with how much he already knows about your traditions and habits.

He will definitely learn some things in your native language on his own, and surprise you. Maybe the first time he says "I love you" it's gonna be like this and you're all stunned because 1) he said he loves you! and 2) he said he loved you in Korean!!! and Mick is all flushed asking if he said it right or if it had a different meaning and you just kiss him and tell him you love him even more.

Mick will rant about sim work for you and he will love those moments you get to talk about his passion and you understand everything.

Homeboy will brag about you. Everyone will know you're an engineer because Mick will go around shouting how proud he is and how smart you are, and he's definitely gonna mention all the great experiences you guys had in Korea.

I can totally see him used to some of the things you guys would do while traveling in your home, so maybe it's race week and fans notice how he will always bow to people when departing, and you can bet they're gonna gush and start a whole tag about small Korean things Mick does.

Though Mick is a private guy, I can see him sharing a thing here and there about you, and posting about Korean celebrations and cultural things.

Everyone just loves you, and fans are always eager and happy to see you in the garage because you seem in tune with everyone.

― ⋆🪩 VOICEMAIL: If something sounded stereotypical or even slightly offensive, please let me know, and I’ll change it immediately. I hope you guys liked it *mwah*

taglist: @sachaa-ff @kenanlotus0 @dalsuwaha @mellowpizzapuppy @mickslover @crimeshowjunkie @iloveyou3000morgan @mishaandthebrits @formulakay3 @carojasmin2204 @fdl305 @chaoticevilbakugo @wondergirl101ks @smiithys @saintslewis @shhhchriss @f1kota @lunnnix @leclercsluv @babyiscrying @balekane_mohafe @uuuseeerrr12

#ms47 #mick schumacher #f1 x reader #f1 imagines #mick schumacher headcanon #f1 fandom #mick schumacher x reader #f1 x asian!reader #asian!reader #op: headcanons #korean!reader

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thebleedingwoodland · 3 months

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^ Ignore the incorrect grammar on the graphic above, it supposedly says

恭賀新禧 (Gōnghè xīnxǐ) = Best Wishes for Happy New Year

Lunar New Year Update 2019

Lunar New Year Update 2022

✨ There will be upcoming Chinese New Year held on 10 February 2024, which is Year of Wood Dragon. ✨

Recently I opened The Sims 4 game again on Steam --- Yes The Sims 4 Base game is free of purchase on Steam --- Finally I can see soothing and relieving representation of Chinese culture in-game unlike sore eyes disaster what The Sims 3 team had done on Shang Simla for The Sims 3.

Definitely there's something positive on this representation of Lunar New Year updates for 2019 and 2022 that I can give applause to EA👏 , that this company team finally made consultation to actual Chinese (and Korean) people.

Lunar New Year is a celebration of the arrival of spring and the beginning of a new year on the lunisolar calendar. It is the most important holiday in China, and it is also widely celebrated in South Korea, Vietnam, and countries with a significant overseas Chinese population.

Commonly known as the Spring Festival in China, Lunar New Year is a fifteen-day celebration marked by many traditions.

Not just celebrated in China, Korea and Vietnam celebrate Lunar New Year. So yes, we celebrate New Year twice, Gregorian New Year (1 January) and Lunar New Year (10 February, China Year 2575) in 2024.

I can only review about the Chinese New Year stuff part. I can recognize easily there's steamed fish, noodles, and Nian Gao （年糕） . And the most important part of Chinese New Year is....

🧧 Red Envelope （紅包）🧧

🧧 Hóng Bāo in Mandarin Chinese language.

🧧 Ang Pao in Hokkien Chinese language.

Who doesn't love money? You Westerners like money, don't you? On Christmas Day, Westerners have tradition to give wrapped present gift to people.

In Chinese New Year, we're Chinese people have tradition of giving Red Envelope with money inside the envelope. The person who give Hong Bao at Chinese New Year event is from married person to unmarried family members.

Wrapping lucky money in red envelopes is expected to bestow more happiness and blessings on the receivers.

There's addition of Round Table, Red Envelopes on Kumquat Tree and Orange fruit with Red Envelope on box. Yes Chinese culture is all about being prosperous and giving money gift in Red Envelope. I can tell you the representation is very good and authentic to us Chinese people that we can relate.

I can tell you team who worked in this update made consultation to Chinese people, that there are Han Zi (Chinese writing). 無魚不成席 which translates as "No Feast Without Fish" . Fish makes important meal in Chinese dining.

Here is more addition info:

Fish — an Increase in Prosperity

In Chinese, "fish" (鱼 Yú /yoo/) sounds like 'surplus'. Fish is a traditional Chinese New Year dish on the Chinese New Year dinner menu. Chinese people always like to have a surplus at the end of the year, because they think if they have managed to save something at the end of the year, then they can make more in the next year.

Steamed fish is one of the most famous Chinese New Year recipes. What fish should be chosen for the New Year dinner is based on auspicious homophonics.

Crucian carp: As the first character of 'crucian carp' (鲫鱼 jìyú /jee-yoo/) sounds like the Chinese word 吉 (jí /jee/ 'good luck'), eating crucian carp is considered to bring good luck for the next year.

Chinese mud carp: The first part of the Chinese for "mud carp" (鲤鱼 lǐyú /lee-yoo/) is pronounced like the word for gifts (礼 lǐ /lee/). So Chinese people think eating mud carp during the Chinese New Year symbolizes wishing for good fortune.

Catfish: The Chinese for "catfish" (鲶鱼 niányú /nyen-yoo/) sounds like 年余 (nián yú) meaning 'year surplus'. So eating catfish is a wish for a surplus in the year.

Eating two fish, one on New Year's Eve and one on New Year's Day, (if written in a certain way) sounds like a wish for a surplus year-after-year.

If only one catfish is eaten, eating the upper part of the fish on New Year's Eve and the remainder on the first day of the new year can be spoken with the same homophonic meaning.

Fish is an auspicious Chinese New Year symbol.

Glutinous Rice Cake — a Higher Income or Position

Chinese New Year cakes

Glutinous rice cake (年糕 Niángāo /nyen-gaoww/) is a lucky food eaten on Chinese New Year's Eve. In Chinese, glutinous rice cake sounds like it means "getting higher year-on- by year". In Chinese people's minds, this means the higher you are the more prosperous your business is a general improvement in life. The main ingredients of niangao are sticky rice, sugar, chestnuts, Chinese dates, and lotus leaves.

Longevity Noodles — Happiness and Longevity

Longevity noodles (长寿面 Chángshòu Miàn /chung-show myen/) unsurprisingly symbolize a wish for longevity. Their length and unsevered preparation are also symbolic of the eater's life.

It is a lucky food eaten on Chinese New Year Day in North China.

They are longer than normal noodles and uncut, either fried and served on a plate, or boiled and served in a bowl with their broth.

Good Fortune Fruit — Fullness and Wealth

Certain fruits are eaten during the Chinese New Year period, such as tangerines and oranges, and pomeloes. They are selected as they are particularly round and "golden" in color, symbolizing fullness and wealth, but more obviously for the lucky sound they bring when spoken.

Eating and displaying tangerines and oranges is believed to bring good luck and fortune due to their pronunciation, and even writing. The Chinese for orange (and tangerine) is 橙 (chéng /chnng/), which sounds the same as the Chinese for 'success' (成). One of the ways of writing tangerine (桔 jú /jyoo/) contains the Chinese character for luck (吉 jí /jee/).

Chinese Dumplings — Wealth

With a history of more than 1,800 years, dumpling (饺子 Jiǎozi /jyaoww-dzrr/) is a classic lucky food for new year, and a traditional dish eaten on Chinese New Year's Eve, widely popular in China, especially in North China.

Chinese dumplings can be made to look like Chinese silver ingots (which are not bars, but boat-shaped, oval, and turned up at the two ends). Legend has it that the more dumplings you eat during the New Year celebrations, the more money you can make in the New Year.

Source: LinkedIn by Manette Chen

As for fashion... I'm not woman so I am not expert about women fashion, I can tell this clothing is not Chinese Qi Pao. My girlfriend and female family members do not wear that kind of Qi Pao. This is more like Ao Dai, Vietnamese traditional dress. There's skirt beneath dress. Source: Wikipedia

The rest of clothing is typical modernized clothing, which is much more realistic because we Chinese when at Chinese New Year gathering we wear red coloured modern clothing and not dress like in ancient times. Usually kids who wear Qi Pao because they are very cute to dress like that.

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audreydoeskaren · 1 year

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It’s very scary, but observation on the Hanfu movement seems like Han nationalism is getting stronger in parts that it didn’t exist in beforehand, to the point where regular people are starting to internalize and push Han nationalist talking points to just literally implying other groups are slaves.

Like, any mention of Vietnam. Or the insane protest in Hanfu at the British museum over then for this year deciding to celebrate Seollal, the Korean new year instead of China’s. It’s really scary to see, and it is genuinely sad for normal Hanfu enthusiasts. Besides that, there’s also like so much horrifically bad levels of misinformation on Hanbok for example that’s viral on XHS too and sns. The sims account, British museums sns were flooded with spam posts too about it to name a few it’s just insane to see.

Unfortunately I think this has always been the case, since the rhetoric of early hanfu revivalists premised the whole movement on ethno-centric nationalism (after all, why do we need national dress if there is no nation?), so it's easy for people to slip into it even just through casual participation if they don't actively resist it. I would even go as far as saying that for many people the 'normal' hanfu enthusiast is a radical nationalist, because no singular group has the power to define what hanfu means or is. It's becoming more visible recently because hanfu is becoming more popular. The misinformation is just what people want to see *sighs*.

#hanfu #nationalism

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simsbyeol · 1 year

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momojuicepng · 10 months

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Sims 4 base game update where i can click on the calendar that my sim "doesnt celebrate this holiday" so my sims wont get pissy when i wont let them celebrate christmas and hannukah (did i spell that right) all at once.

It would be so cool, i see how it would work in my head. Just so i can have certain religious holidays or even cultural ones! Like juneteenth is still on the calendar, but my korean family isnt going to celebrate. My sims who fast during ramadan wont have to participate in any event conflicting their set of rules!

#ea please im giving out free ideas #i know u are now a deadbeat dad to basegame but listEN FOR A MOMENT-#mo rambles #ts4 #the sims 4

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안녕하세요~ 한국어 조금 말해요. I think all your hanbok CC is very pretty. Sometimes I make Korean sims and like to have them celebrate Chuseok and Seollal so I am looking to download some of your hanboks, but I have some questions. Usually I have issue with Hanbok CC clipping, especially if my sim is not extremely skin, just the smallest variation of weight make the hanbok clip. Does your hanboks do that?

Well, I'm not sure whether I understood your question correctly, but I guess you are talking about some body shape distortion issue in game due to the sliders.

I can not certainly say that my cc will best fit every sim because each has a different body, preset, and slider usage.

But I try with many different sims to avoid the problem as much as I can. However, as the hanbok has different shapes from daily clothings, the movement might not be exactly the same as the expectation.

Anyway, I am trying to do the best, so if there's any crucial issues, pls let me know.

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mariolandavid · 1 year

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Seoul pt 1

Incheon Airport was mega. There's a Mag Lev train for Christ's sake. Even having a doctor shove 10cm of covid test straight into my brain didn't dim my childish amazement at the FLYING MAGNET TRAIN as you clear security and check in. Picking up our sims we got... the boring train instead (it was faster). I delved into CU later's INCREDIBLE weird snack selection and off we went to the L7 in Myeongdong.

A small note, having a Korean number is SUPER important for things like taxis, maps, tickets, covid results etc... just get one.

The L7 is a pretty trendy place. It's inexplicably yellow. Like wandering into a beehive. This seems a deliberate choice, but there's room for doubt that maybe someone just liked yellow a lot but there's no real theme to the chaos energy. There is one elevator servicing the laundry room, which is thus, the busiest elevator in the building, but also the one nearest the entryway and therefore the one that every staff member puts all guests into as they arrive. This lift therefore poses an enormous fire risk, logistical blockade on the building and could be replaced by a climbing wall and most guests would reach their destination faster.

The hotel staff soon fell for our charming recent engagement story (suckers) and upgraded us to a better room complete with.... a window! As modern city hotels in vibey districts go. This place was a bit of us and had laundry, comfy beds, good toiletries and an awesome location. It comes recommend unless you don't like the colour yellow in which case I would not wish the PTSD on you of staying here.

South Korea has a unique sound. The hustle and bustle of Tokyo rush-hour, melifluous friendly music celebrating every succesful train journey, a happy anime yelp as some cute cartoon character makes a quite serious announcement on a public address. Much like it's Japanese neighbour you can see a vibrant modern metropolis littered with historic pockets of an ancient people. Buddhist temples, Joseon village buildings. Ancient palaces. They all accent this futuristic place in a unique and special way with a grounding in a deep ocean of cultural character.

Of course they've got their own unique quirks. Your usual go to tour guide, Google Maps, isn't gonna be of help here. South Korea refuse to share information with the global tech giant due to the threat posed by North Korea. Open it up and it's pretty useless (Kakao maps is the local alternative), which is a small price to pay really for reduced anxiety of North Korean tunnel armies or nukes.

Look around, you'll see photobooths on every corner, a clear venerating respect for the elderly and an odd taboo about having your shoulders on display. Korea looms large on the cultural global stage. K-Pop and K-Drama are surging everywhere; their stars' shining made up and perfectly dentured faces on every billboard, mainly unrecognisable to the majority of westeners, even if their popularity is growing. Male cosmetics are much more normal here. Son Heung Min sponsors nearly everything. It's unique and rich and it's not imitating another culture; it truly wears its own face. Seoul is at the vanguard of South Korean culture and that's a special place to be right now.

We arrived on the weekend of Choseuk. A time when Koreans go to their home villages, celebrate the harvest festival & visit the graves of their ancestors. Think US Thanksgiving without the parades. It meant for us, that we were treated to a huge influx of Koreans wandering the streets in traditional old Hanbok garb staging the best photos they can on ancient street houses - it felt like stepping back in time to the 16th century, but with more selfie sticks.

Wandering around this old but vibrant piece of Seoul, we stopped into Twosome place (Starbucks impersonator) for some egg sandos, before taking the walk down Cheonggyechon, an amazing project reclaiming an old highway and turning it into a stream. There's now a walking and jogging paths, fountains and korean mosaic imagery decorating its banks as it runs down the heart of the city. Instead of a disused road track, it's a wonderful regeneration project for the city allowing exercise and a piece of relaxing nature to perk up your city stroll.

We took our first trip to a Korean photobooth. When I say photobooth, please don't picture the sorry cabin you put £6 into in the trains tation to renew your passport. These places are meccas to vanity and creativity in equal measure. Chests of props, mirrors, straighteners, adjustable lighting, filters, seats, they have EVERYTHING to make professional photos in these buildings. And there are LOADS of them. If you're in a student area, or an area with a lot of young professionals, you will see a photo booth every 2nd or 3rd street. The demand for these is astonishing. We took a few snaps which formed the bedrock of our plan to announce our engagement in the most weaabbo (or Korean equivalent) manner possible. Eventually we'd go to these photobooths every day to do this... We are who we are.

You can't go to Korea and think of food without at some point coming across K-BBQ. It's a phenomenon. Come together with a family, sear some delicious fatty pork, nibble on a never ending array of pickles, eggs, chillis and vegetables from your Bonchon. Shout and cheers the night away with family, friends and Soju. Whats not to love? We went to 853, the kind of place where you put your name down on a piece of paper and waited for that sweet porky hit.

One of the first things you notice, is that K-BBQ is not a solo dining experience. One poor misguided Yank made his way into the establishment, blundered his way through the menu and turned quizzically to his server: "what do you guys have for one person?", the answer, was a shrug. These places are made for feasting with a group. Exquisite pork, veg and sides that you cook at your table, the experience and the taste stick with you in a smoky delilcious gochujang enhanced haze. Pork cheek melts in the mouth, steamed egg wobbles delicately like a sesame infused jelly. Pickled Radish cleans your palate and gets you ready to do it all again. It's a experience bordering on the religious. But you would need a couple stomachs to go it alone

Sated (for days) we found our way back to the hotel orientating ourselves via a sinister looking building in the centre of town that cannot have been built for any other reasons than for the final battle with the Incredibles. We had another big food day at Gwangjang market to look forward to and needed to digest

You'll notice a theme in Korea. The food is central to what's going on. There's always a hip new place, a cool new dish, a new take on a classic. You won't struggle to east. Gwangjang market was a short walk from Myeongdong and had the city's most traditional foods on show rather than anything crazily avant garde. I was PUMPED. We made a necessary stop CU, the 7-11 rival for some of Korea's now intensely Tik Tok famous iced drinks. Buy a cup of ice, a plastic pouch, pour and enjoy an ice coffee. So simple, I cannot understand why every hot country in the world doesn't have these.

Strolling up to Gwangjang you see a huge corridor of stalls. People milling back and forth to sample their favourites, lots sitting down at each stall taking little bites or big whole plates, again, almost always in groups. The biggest new wave international stuff tends to hang around the outside of the market. The centre is primed for the old favourites. Tteok-bokki (rice dumplings), Bindaetteok (mung bean pancakes), Japchae (sweet potato noodles) and, in this place, Ssamjang. Or. Still living Octopus salad.

Eating the Octopus was an experience. It's unlikely, unless you are feral, that you've ever had a meal try to climb out of your mouth again. The peculiar stick and unstick of the little sucker tentacles on your mouth gives this a textural level you won't find in Pret. Drenched with salty sesame and fishy goodness, the salad is genuinely enjoyable, if not for the squeamish though like most meals, its a lot for one person.

GwangJang is a food mecca. We gorged ourselves on everything to the point that Mariola proposed something called a MukBang to me. Being concerned this was an off menu McDonalds item and being appropriately appalled at having Mcdonalds suggested right now, she hastily explained the Korean phenomenon of girls eating astonishing and disgusting volumes of messy food on their own late at night and then filming the results on YouTube. Like I said, Korea wears its own face, even if that face is engorged by some sort of Frankenstein Lasagne.

We waddled across town to the Royal Tombs of the Joseun dynasty, the royal family of Korea from 1392 up until the beginnings of the 20th Century, where you see the roots of Korea's veneration of the elderly. Not only did Koreans used to engage in a 3 year national mourning period on the death of a monarch (and you thought the Queue was bad), death didn't even stop it. There's a whole stone pathway in the tombs that is built exclusively for the use of ghosts. The Joseon dynasty is effectively the family responsible for Korea's language and much of their societal norms and traditions. They were a big deal.

Not as big a deal to some of us however as Psy. Because a short tube hop over from the Joseun burial temple was the Gangnam district. Gang (river) and Nam (south) just telling you where to go to get here, the whole place is a hilly, mega rich, mega trendy suburb that supplies a disproportionate number of the super rich, super educated of South Korean society. There's plenty of chat in the local news about how Seoul's biggest university, the best schools, top finance jobs and everything inbetween seen as 'elite' is dominated by people from Gangnam. It's cultural impact is huge too. You know about it from Gangam style (even if Psy is just taking the piss out of people from there) and if you want to see 'modern Korea' at its best, it really is around here to see it. Hundreds of cool restaurants and awesome shops punctuate the place and everyone oozes a kind of style that's cool and stinks of a lot of money to boot.

It's home to a monument to the popular song (4.5 billion views and counting) and the stunning Starfield complex. What looks like a library, book shop hybrid built into a (surprise surprise) monolithic shopping mall. As you walk down its halls, towering bookshelves on either side, you'll spot another curious phenomenon of Korea. Napping.

Students bring their full kit out for the day including pillows and maybe a spare 50k won to rent out a nap pod. Sleeping in public is really quite normal in South Korea and you'll probably just see someone having a kip in any district if you look hard enough. Some cafes specialise, some bookshops do, the ubiquitious Ryan and his Kakao friends sell a lot of nap paraphenalia as well as being intensely Korean (read, small and cute) in everthing they sell, they really encourage you getting your 8 hours.

A hard long day done, we wanted to try out Korea's other famous food export. KFC (not the Kentucky one) and found one of the local most famous spots, a less than simple job given the lack of Google map reviews in Korea.. but I love fried chicken. I have standing catch up dates with at least 3 old friends that are based around us seeing each other periodically and having fried chicken. I was not missing this.

We ended up at a cool basic joint. Two two chicken, unfortunately given that it was the holidays, this place was mainly empty. We couldn''t look out for the usual "grading signs" of a fried chicken spot (is it filled with fat old men? It's a good fried chicken joint). We here began our first, but not last, serious battle with the language barrier. In Korea, Google translate is a real saviour, because English is not widely spoken. At this particular restaurant, as well as not speaking English, we think the waitress may well have been teetering dangerously close to being legally blind. We pointed and gesticulated as well as repeating the order over Google Translate several times. Her response was pointing to a page which we had not even looked at on the menu, let alone thought we had stumbled across the Korean words to order. Her cheerful smile never disappated as we pointed to what we had ordered and tried to correct the situation, watching the words wash over her like a wam bath we sat back into our chairs and waited for our fried chicken to arrive.

As she returned with a pair of kitchen scissors and a plate of sausages, we realised something had gone wrong. At this point we grabbed the other guy in the restaurant, who, while no more fluent in English, was at least blessed with working eyesight. Through a combination of translate and pointing the mistake was fixed, the waitress was unfortunately berated by the other man for wasting sausages, and our correct order. The most garlic laden chicken wings I have ever been in the presence of, arrived. This wasn't garlic sauce, this was a full 40 cloves of garlic macerated to a pulp and poured over chicken. This would have looked like Nuclear waste to a vampire. And it was glorious.

We had however ordered, perhaps a bit too much, as each portion of chicken was probably enough to share, but we had ordered effectively enough for 4 people along with "assorted potato" as a side and dropped the equivalent of £40 on a fried chicken dinner, which was some going. I could barely move by the end, but I went to bed a happy man.

That's it for Seoul Pt 1... more to come

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lizzystoddard · 1 year

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