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Rude Korean Phrases + Insults
❗️I'm not encouraging the use of these phrases
⚠️I saw this website with a lot more of these curses, insults, & just rude phrases and I thought It was interesting. There were so many more that I left out, and there were some really bad ones I decided to leave out😬 I won't tell you the website name because...wow
[Some of these phrases aren't even inherently bad, because It depends on the context & the way you use & say them. Keep that in mind & don't use most of these -- even to people you don't like🤣 I know it's tempting..]
너나 잘해. You take care of your own affairs. / don’t poke your nose into my affairs.
참견 마라. Don’t meddle.
네가 간섭할/나설 일이 아니다. This is none of your concern. (lit. his is not something you should interfere in)
제넘는 소리 마라. Mind your own business / Don’t get fresh with me. (lit don’t talk presumptuously)
신경끄셔! I don’t need your concern/care. (lit. turn off your concern)
남이사 - nunya business, none of your business, MYOB
구차한 변명이십니다 lame excuse
두고 보자 watch out, two can play, just you wait
내가 니 인형이야? am I your toy?
그렇게 함부로 말하면 안 돼 you shouldn't talk like that
무례하는것 같아요... it seems a little rude
왜 그랬어요 why did you do that?
한 말 있어? do you have something to say?
방해하지 마세요. Don't disturb me.
바쁘니까 말 시키지 마세요. I'm busy so don't talk to me.
귀찮게 하지 마세요. 바빠요. Stop bothering me. I'm busy
그만해! stop it!
상관 하지마 - butt out
쳐다보지마~그만봐~ don't stare
오바 하지마 - don't go overboard; overreact
너 때문에야! it's because of you!!
인정할수없어 - i don't approve!
뭐하는거냐? what the hell are you doing?
(this one literally just means what are you doing, but it can start fights🤣 .. be careful)
니가 하는 일이 다 그렇지 뭐. that's what you always do! (negative)
그러지마 - don't be like that
너 이제 죽었어 - you're dead meat!
미쳤어? - are you crazy?
공식적으로 경고합니다. 더이상 만지지 마세요 I'm giving official warning to you to stop touching me
그렇지 않아! that's not true!
그거 거짓말이야 liar!
어떻게 그럴 수가 있어? how could you do that?
그 밖에 또 이야기 안한 것이 무엇이죠? what else didn't you tell me?
알랑거리지마 don't try to butter me up (direct)
놀고 있네 yeah right - I don't believe you - stop lying - whatever
야 임마 이리 와봐 hey you! come here!
참을 수가 없어 I can't stand it
왜 나를 싫어해? why do you hate me?
너 삐졌니? you mad at me?
말하기 싫어? you don't want to tell me?
백치미 airhead/stupid beauty
멍청이 stupid (cute)
바보 같아 보여요 you look like a fool
나 백수 됐어 I became a bum...
건방지다 so cocky
진짜 무례해! so rude!
머리 나빠 stupid
너는 바보 같다 you are stupid
됐어 forget it
닥쳐 shut up
시끄러워 shut up
저리 가 get away!
꺼져! get out of here!
젠장! darn it!
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*ೃ༄ 𝘝𝘌𝘕𝘜𝘚
Gif not mine!
— 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Javier Peña x afab!fem reader.
— 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 13.4k I’m so sorry y’all
— 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Javier can’t figure out his feelings for you and is constantly troubled by them.
— 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬/𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: 18+ content (minors dni!), smoking, alcohol consumption, oral sex (f! and m! receiving), age gap (reader just graduated college, Javi is late thirties), inexperienced reader (not innocent, tho), jealousy (not too much), semi-public sex, fingering, pet names (cariño, corazón, hermosa, sweetheart), unprotected sex (don’t try at home), riding, cum eating, creampie. Some phrases in Spanish (no translations cause I’m lazy, sorry). Reader’s nationality isn’t specified, though she’s mentioned to have studied in the states. Javi is in love but won’t admit it, mostly written in his pov. No use of y/n.
— a/n: I don’t particularly like how this one turned out but I wrote it and got very carried away, so might as well just post it anyways.
𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐨 𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐪𝐮𝐞 𝐭𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐨
𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐨 𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐪𝐮𝐞 𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐬í
𝐬é 𝐪𝐮𝐞 𝐧𝐨 𝐞𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥, 𝐪𝐮𝐞 𝐧𝐨 𝐦𝐞
𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐬, 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐨 𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐦í𝐚…
-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈
The things Javier Peña liked the most weren't a secret to anyone. He enjoyed a good smoke, a strong liquor and the company of a nice lady. Especially those three at the same time. Sure, there were other things that could bring genuine joy into his life, but he was a simple man after all.
Or so you thought when you first met him.
It's been five months since you first came to Colombia. It wasn't a really an intricate matter; basically, the embassy needed a translator for the DEA and they decided that your freshly graduated self would perfectly cut the part. And well, you really needed the money at the time, so the fact that there was an ongoing drug war happening down there was not going to be an impediment. You knew what you were getting yourself into, but let's just say that you truly didn't have a choice.
That's exactly what you had told him the first night he invited you to hang out with him, Steve and Connie. Javier didn't need a translator, but god knew his partner did. And after a couple of hang-outs, it became a routine to spend some time out, specially since you all practically lived together.
"So, how many languages do you speak?" The woman asks. “Besides English and Spanish, that is."
You take a sip from your beer without looking at anyone in specific, "I'm fluent in five languages: French, Korean and Portuguese are the three others."
"Damn, so you're like... Super smart," Steve comments with a surprised expression.
"I wouldn't say that," you reply with a shy smile, "I'm simply dedicated."
Javier huffed a laugh, the cigarette smoke filtering through his nostrils. "Can't say you don't look like one of those girls that spent their whole days locked up in their college dorm and that would always get straight A's."
You narrowed your eyes when glancing over at the agent, scowling at him defiantly. "What's that supposed to mean?" He shrugs, shaking off the question. "Are you saying I am... Uptight?"
"Your words, not mine." He puts the cigarette out without even looking back at you.
"But you implied it." Connie taps your hand and gives his husband's partner a dirty look.
"Don't listen to Javi, sweetheart," she says softly. "He can be a complete asshole sometimes."
"And sometimes, mostly means all the time." Steve adds.
"How rude of you." Javi sits back and crosses both arms over his chest, falsely offended.
The blonde woman shakes her head with a small grin before quickly peeking at Murphy' as watch, her expression turning slightly annoyed.
"It's pretty late," she realizes, "and I have to go to the commune tomorrow."
"Right." Steve nods and takes his wallet out to pay for their stuff. "We should get going."
You motion a goodbye to them with a subtle head movement, "I'll stay here for a while," you say, raising your beer. "I'd like to finish my drink."
Javier cocks an eyebrow in your direction, "Yeah, I'm staying too. I'll take care of our girl."
His partner gives him a suspicious head tilt, almost like a small warning —men sign language that you weren't sure you understood entirely—, but Peña dismisses him with a hand gesture as you gulp down the alcohol.
"You know, our building is right across the street. And your apartment is quite literally next to mine." He calls the waitress, not even side eyeing you. "I don't need to be taken care of." Javier finally meets your gaze, feeling his chest swell and instantly regretting his actions at the sight of your confused, daring eyes. "Is anything bothering you? You've been acting strange lately."
There was, in fact, something bothering him.
You. Or more like, his feelings towards you.
At first it was nothing but a simple attraction, the kind that he'd get whenever he wanted to sleep with someone and that would go away once he did. The problem was that he couldn't do that with you. After all, he was nearly forty and you had just barely graduated college. He couldn't risk making you feel uncomfortable or pushing you away.
But shit got worse when he started growing closer to you.
It wasn't about attraction anymore. It was something else. Deeper, unknown... Bizarre. He wanted to be around you all the time, learn about you; your interests, opinions, what you liked or disliked. His heart thumped against his chest whenever you'd smile at him, or briefly touch his skin, laugh at his witticism.
He hated it.
He hated that feeling that crushed his lungs when he saw you doing all those things with other men.
Why couldn't that be him? What did they have that you could possibly find appealing?
He fucking hated it.
Javier tried ignoring you, fucking around with as many women as he could to try and get you out his mind.
Needless to say it was all useless. And that's why perhaps, he was acting strange.
"Javier, are you-" whatever you were going to say got cut off by the arrival of the waitress.
"¿Qué necesitas, corazón?" The woman asked, leaning towards your companion, giving him a better sight of her big, perky breasts while gazing down at him with doe eyes. And Peña, being the man he was, couldn't bat away from her. Which kind of bothered you, to be honest.
Why was he always looking at other women? Why were they special?
It made your stomach feel weird.
"Otra botella, cariño." His tone usually changed when talking to them, even his eyes seemed more joyful. You'd picked up on that.
"Enseguida, Javi. ¿Algo más para ti, nena?" Her eyes swiftly drift towards you, voice becoming softer all of the sudden. It irritated you, more so because of the condescending tone when addressing you. Nonetheless, you kept composure.
"Todo bien, gracias." The delivery came out slightly dry and bitchy, but not as bad as you thought. She doesn't seem to mind, or even note it as she winks at the man next to you before leaving. "Could you switch to a different table?" You spit out.
He grimaces, brows furrowing and lips sealed tight. "Why? I mean, I won't. But I'd like to know why you're asking."
"Not having to deal with flirty waitresses, for starters," you mutter, rolling your eyes and making him chuckle. "And I'm also trying to catch a fling, which will most certainly not work if you're around."
He looks back at you in confusion and displeasure, as if he had missed something. "You're trying to- What?" There's something in his voice similar to... Resentment.
"You know," he stares at you intently, a muscle feathering on his jaw, "I'm trying to leave this bar with company." You feel yourself get nervous under his wary gaze, like a fire burning through your skin.
"Yeah, and you will," he stated, his tone somewhat amused but vaguely strained. "My company should be more than enough."
You giggled, wondering if he was just messing with you or didn't actually think you'd be the type to hook up with strangers. Whichever it was, you only said it to get a reaction from him, not that you'd actually do it. At least not tonight.
It was stupid and you were aware of it. Having a crush on the Javier Peña was probably the dumbest thing you'd done ever since willingly coming to Medellin while the narcos were running around. But, let's be real, how could you not? He was a full-on womanizer, dashing and breathtaking. However, what seemed to make you want him more was the fact that he didn't appear interested in you for anything other than rattling your cages, always taking his flirting to a certain extent but never actually crossing any lines.
"Come on Javi, you know that's not what I mean." He took a deep breath and leaned back on his seat.
Of course he knew what you meant. But he'd rather believe it was something different, because the mere thought of you being with another man, allowing him to do all the things that he yearned to do to you, made him physically ill. His fingertips started fidgeting with anxiety, pushing him to take out the pack of cigarettes from the pocket of his jacket and lighting one up.
"I can't let you do that, sweetheart," he simply said.
"Huh?" You scowl, astonished with his response. "I don't recall asking for your permission."
"Don't you think it's a little dangerous to take random men back to your apartment?" He grumbles sharply, "I'm trying to look out for you, corazón."
His comment only manages to anger you, as if he believed that you'd simply ran off with whatever men offered to buy you a drink. "I'm fairly capable of taking care of myself, Peña." And before he can say anything, you add: "I'm tired of your patronizing treatment. I'm not a kid."
Javier's fingers nervously tap the wooden surface of the table, "I know that. Trust me, I know."
"Sure," you mumble in annoyance, watching him smoke stiffly. "Besides, you're the one that said I was uptight," you taunt. "Perhaps I just need a good fuck to blow off some steam."
You can clearly see every muscle on his body tense up, the cigarette dangling loosely on the corner of his mouth. He clears his throat and puts it out, crushing it in the ashtray on the middle of the table, not even half way through it.
"And you think any of these idiots will be able to give you that, preciosa?" He murmurs hastily, "A good fuck?"
You shrug your shoulders with a grin. "Can't be worse than sleeping around with college boys," you say, "those suckers never gave me a single orgasm in my life."
Javier felt cornered. Your words made his mind wander along places he'd strictly forbid himself to go to, blood rushing into all the wrong areas and pulse starting to rise. Maybe it was the few drinks you've both had, but he became bolder, unable to bite his tongue back and letting all his thoughts overrun him.
"Poor thing is looking to be fucked by a real man," he teases. "I wonder if you'll get what you want tonight."
"Oh, don't make fun of me, Peña," you complain, laying your chin on the palm of your hand. "I deserve this after three years of dating the same asshole that my parents liked."
"Jesus," he huffs, "three years and the kid never made you cum once?" You shake your head and he raises and eyebrow in disbelief. "Why did you even keep up with him anyways?"
"This might come as a surprise, but not everything in a relationship is about sex." He doesn't reply, persuading you with a smug look. You sigh heavily, avoiding his glance. "You're gonna think I'm childish."
"Try me."
You take your time to retort, still unsure. "It's stupid, I swear." But when your eyes bore into his, they appear reassuring and it makes you crumble immediately. "Fine," you give up, "have you ever been in love, Javi? And I don't mean like silly, head-over heels in love. I mean the kind of love that you feel throughout your whole body every time you see that one person. It feels safe, but exciting at the same time... Have you felt it?"
The smile on your lips and the way your face lit up when speaking sent a thrill of joy through his nerves, automatically making him smile back.
"See? You're laughing, I told you it was stupid." He shakes his head lightly, leaning towards you in interest.
"No," he says playfully, "I just think you're adorable." Before you can process his words, he talks again: "No, I don't think I've ever felt anything similar."
"Really?" you can't hide the surprise in your voice. "I thought you were going to get married before coming to Colombia."
"I was." He recalled. "But... I don't know. It was a long time ago." Thinking about his past wasn't Javier's favorite hobby, so he tried to smoothly change the subject back to you. "So, is that how you felt about the guy?"
"I thought so." You tug a strand of hair behind your ear apprehensively. "But at the end, he... Well, he convinced me that no one else was going to love me the way he did." You explain, watching as Javi's fists clenched under the table. "And I was too damn busy arranging my future and planning how to get the hell out of my hometown that I didn't have any time left to deal with him, so I just... Kept him around. Because it was familiar and I was scared to meet someone else from scratch."
He gives you a comprehensive nod. "That boy sounds like a complete dickhead."
"Totally. But that's behind me now. Currently I'm just looking for something new. No feelings, no strings attached, just fun."
The agent couldn't help but feel like someone was messing with his head.
That's practically every man's fantasy. At least Javier knows he's wanted that for a long time, being the prime reason why he usually fucked whores or preferred casual hook ups. And you liked him, at least physically. He was no idiot, he could tell when a woman was attracted to him. He liked you too. Hell, that was an understatement.
So why couldn't he bring himself to make the first move? What was stopping him?
"Aquí tienes, Javi." The waitress's voice brought him back to reality as she gave him his drink.
"Gracias, corazón." He didn't engage with her further, his attention focused on you. That bothered her but you can't tell if he noticed. "So what? Am I supposed to just watch as you get sweet-talked by one of them?"
"Basically," you respond, avoiding his glance.
"Like hell I will," his tone is sharp and determined, taking you out completely. "You're already tipsy and that'll only make it easier to take advantage of you."
"I swear I'm fine, Javi." The man shakes his head and takes a long sip from his beer.
"We're leaving. Now." At first you thought he was playing around, but his stoic expression told otherwise.
"What? No." He grits his teeth and takes his wallet out, leaving a couple bills on the table. "Seriously, Javier?"
"Yes. Now, get your pretty ass up unless you want me to throw you over my shoulder." You can't believe his actions, looking up at him dumbfounded.
"I'll scream," you threaten, half serious, half joking.
"I have a badge," he stands up, glancing down at you with his hands on his hips, patiently waiting for your next move. "Come on, hermosa. Don't make it difficult."
"I- Fine." Reluctantly, you do as told, taking your purse and denying him of eye contact. "You didn't even finish your drink and now you've spoiled my chances of having a pleasant night," you ramble while walking out of the place.
Javier's hand settles on your lower back when he helps you cross the street. Despite the growing irritation and confusion that his behavior was causing you, his touch managed to make you feel comfortable. That was his magic, when it came to him, skin to skin contact wasn't only soothing, but also enjoyable; as brief as it might be, it always succeeded in bringing a particular warmth to your whole body.
"I don't understand," you mutter, crossing the dark, silent halls of the building. "Why are you acting so strange?" You suddenly stop in front of your apartment door, turning to lock glances with him, who stood completely still. "I asked you earlier if there was something bothering you, and I didn't mean like... The usual work luggage, I mean... Me. Did I do something wrong?"
His eyes scan your face carefully, searching for any signs that he should back out, but finding none. Should he tell you? He's never been good with words and honestly, he doesn't even know what he's supposed to say. He can hardly figure out if what he felt was attraction, desire or... Something entirely different. And if he did say anything... What if that changed everything between you? Would you push him away?
Javier Peña was brave enough to take on every single sicario in Medellin all by himself, but he couldn't muster up the bravado he needed to tell the woman he liked about his feelings. Oh, the irony.
"No, sweetheart. You're perfect," he assures, anxiously running a hand through his hair. "I just have stuff to figure out and... My head is a such mess right now."
You nod and smile at him empathetically, a short silence falling upon you. After all, it was only fair that you gave him his space. The man had been through some pretty fucked up shit that most couldn't nearly begin to understand. He looked directly in the face of death every single time he decided to step out that door behind him; so no matter what was troubling him, the most you could do was simply be there if he needed you.
"Don't worry," you say, your hand shooting up to caress the side of his face in a sweet manner. His eyes briefly shut at the contact and a shiver runs down his spine. "I know it's not easy. But I'm sure it'll be fine. I just wanted you to know that... That you can talk to me." Your thumb gently sweeps over his cheekbone, adding to the emotion that your words reflected. "I'm your friend, right? You can trust me... Rely on me, if you need it."
Shit, thaaaat word.
It was heavy, determinant and so fucking hurtful.
Yeah, of course you were friends. And he hated it. Javier didn't want to be your friend. The way he thought about you was not how friends thought about each other. He wanted more... But how much more?
The only lightning in the hallway came from the warm, public streetlights outside, dimly spilling through the windows and creating shadows that highlighted your features perfectly. You couldn't comprehend why his eyes resembled a wounded puppy when you spoke, like you had just said something that conflicted him. His skin felt feverish there were you touched him, heart heavy in his chest. And you were so close to him that your perfume fogged his senses... All he could think about was the fact that he wanted his bedsheets to smell the same way.
All this tension, he wasn't sure if you felt it too, but it was absolutely crushing, suffocating him. He was going to die if he didn't do something. Anything.
"I'm sorry, sweetheart." You frown, confused by his unexpected apology.
"What for?" His hand wrapped around your wrist, swiftly guiding it to his chest, palm flat over his sternum.
He said nothing, nor did he show signs of wanting to. Actions speak louder than words, wasn't that right?
Hell, he was about to find out.
Tossing aside all his fears and doubts, he leaned in towards you, his own hand going to your waist and pulling you closer to him, both your bodies crashing delightfully against the other. It startled you, but not in alarm, though in surprise. Nonetheless, he didn't give you any time to process whatever the situation was.
He gently pressed his lips on tops of yours, just enough for you to push him away if you so desired. And in your mind, all that can be processed is: Javier Peña is kissing me.
It was so sudden that you had to grab his strong arm not to crumble under his embrace. Javier's lips are soft and new, yet somehow... Familiar. His mustache mildly tickles your skin, his cologne going straight to your head. Shit, the way he held you —like you were a fragile little thing— made your legs tremble immediately.
Was this even real? Are you daydreaming again?
No. The answer's no. He is kissing you, right outside your apartment. And of course, you don't hesitate to kiss him back.
He tastes of alcohol, cigarettes and mint.
Your lips moved slowly, letting him explore, feel the area around. All thoughts and questions vanished in thin air, whatever troubles he might've had disappearing when you seemed so responsive to him. You let your purse fall to the floor with a faint thud, your hand snaking to the back of his neck to deepen the kiss, standing on your tippy toes so you could reach his height. He grips your waist tighter, his tongue sliding across your bottom lip and raising goosebumps on your skin. Javier swirls your body to pin you against the wall, mouth over yours at all times.
Your whole world spins with frenzy, overcame by all the unfamiliar sensations that shook you entirely. You had never been kissed with such passion, with a hectic need that ran all the way to your feet. No one had ever made you felt this wanted before.
Javier was over the moon, part of him still incredulous of the fact that you were kissing him back. It didn't seem real, as if this was just another one of his wild fantasies replaying more and more vividly in his head. But it was real and even better than anything he could've pictured. It was consuming.
All the sleepless nights he had spent thinking about the many different ways he could make you his, the countless times he'd imagined himself showing you all the pleasure only he could provide.
But then again, you were so good and so sweet... All the things he could easily corrupt.
Why did he allow himself to feel like this?
You make a sound of protest when he parts from your lips, laying his forehead against yours and panting from the lack of oxygen. Your finger run through his hair while trying to settle down your breathing, a cheeky smile smooshed on your face. His hold on you softens, one of his hands traveling to your temple, his fingertips mapping every single detail on your skin with smitten eyes. Breathing heavily, you lean in to kiss him again, your lips barely brushing against each other's as he pulled back.
"Javi," you whisper, your voice coming out almost as a plea, "what-"
"I'm sorry," He says again, sounding genuinely guilty. "I'm so sorry, corazón." You swallow hard, unable to understand what he meant. He seals a soft kiss to your forehead and you can't even begin to understand what just happened. "This was a mistake."
Your heart drops with that sentence and you're abruptly stripped away from the warmth of his body as he leaves your side. You want to cry at once, all from the pent-up frustration and sudden bafflement.
"Javi, wait-" he's already opening the door to his place when you crouch to reach for your bag. "Please." In spite of your concerned calling, he doesn't seem to care, simply closing behind him.
You're left alone in the middle of a brooding, quiet hallway, staring blankly at his door. You want to beg him for an explanation, tear all the walls down and pull an answer out of him. But you know you can't.
Space. He just needs space to sort things out.
So, with your head and feelings all messed up, you go back to your apartment, mad and overall... Hurt.
-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈
Next morning, your alarm didn't go off.
Sure, throw more wood into the fire. Whatever.
You didn't sleep much, haunted by the ghost of Javier's lips on yours. Even now, in the solitude of your bed, you trace the corners of your mouth trying to relive the memory. Yet, that emptiness in your chest didn't seem to fade away. No matter how hard you tried, his words wouldn't stop hammering your head.
This was a mistake.
He said that kissing you was a mistake.
Why? Because he was your co-worker? No. He'd shamelessly slept with many of his co-workers before. Maybe the reason was your friendly bond. Or, perhaps- could it be your age difference? Though Peña didn't come off as someone that would care about that.
For whatever reason, his actions made your blood boil. The more you thought about it —the way he handled things and how he treated you— the angrier you got.
So, naturally, you were late to the office. The last thing you wanted to do was draw his attention to you, but it was practically impossible given the circumstances. Still, you won't give him the satisfaction of seeing how affected you were by last night's incident.
Javier's eyes glued to yours the second you walked in the building, keeping your head held high and a polite smile as you greeted everyone and made your way to your desk. You were dazzling, even more than usual, and he wondered if it was just his mind playing games with him.
Your hands were full, carrying various documents that you held close to your chest; a light, white shirt with a couple buttons undone that bared your neck and collarbones, accentuating your breasts, grazing your figure. But what really got him on edge, was that obscenely tight pencil skirt you were wearing.
"Buenos días, Steve." You nod to the blonde agent.
"Good morning to you too," he said with a wink, watching as you went ahead to your own cubicle, which was right in front of theirs. "A bit late, aren't you?"
"I overslept," was the only explanation.
You didn't even acknowledge Javier's presence. No eye contact, no salute, nothing. He merely saw as you settled all documents down and sat behind your writing desk, paying no mind to him or anyone else as you started reading all the files and folders. Either consciously or not, you left the door to your place semi-open. Murphy followed his gaze, your actions towards his partner not going unnoticed by him. He snapped his fingers in front of the other man's face, bringing his attention back.
"What?"
"What do you mean 'what'?" Steve countered, signaling imaginary quotation marks with his fingers. "What's going on between you two?"
A muscle jumped on Javier's neck, his stare wandering off. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Oh, come on man!" He snorts, maintaining a low tone. "Don't play dumb. I've seen the way you look at her."
Murphy sits on his colleague's desk, grabbing his own coffee mug and settling to look down at him, deeply invested in the topic.
"Seriously?" The brunette man rubs his temples, seeing how determined his friend was. "I just think she's- you know... Attractive."
"Bullshit. Dig deeper, Javs."
The agent sighs in frustration. "The fuck do you want me to tell you, then? You seem to know everything already."
"I'm just thinking what could possibly be the reason why you haven't asked her out yet." He meditates. "Because, honestly, it's only a matter of time before someone else does." Javier's brows knit together in thought. "Just the other day Connie told me she rejected two guys in one night."
"Did she say why?" Steve shakes his head.
"It's pretty obvious, if you ask me."
"How so?" He asks, to which Murphy rubs his eyes with his thumbs, slowly counting to ten in his head.
"You two are fucking blind." He hurls, exasperated. "You like her, she clearly likes you too. What's the damn problem?"
"We don't like each other. That's high school shit, Steve." The mentioned man raised both brows at his comment. "I mean... It's different."
"That doesn't answer my question."
Peña breathes in deeply before doing so. "I don't know. We're... Complete opposites. She couldn't possibly reciprocate. Not like I would like her to, anyway."
Steve's lips pursed in a crooked smile. "So you do like her, then."
"Shit, of course I do!" He hissed. "I think."
"You think?" The blonde takes a sip from his coffee, engaged with the conversation.
"Yeah. I mean-" Javier clears his throat. "It's beyond just physical. That's what's messing with me." He plays with his blue tie when speaking. "Esta mierda me está atormentando. I can't rest well, her scent is all over me the whole damn day. Her eyes, man. I'd be doing the stupidest shit only for her to look my way. She has a contagious laugh..." He recalls, "I don't know if you've noticed."
"Uh-."
"Also, she'd just randomly start spitting the weirdest facts about literally anything. It's scary how much she knows. And I enjoy listening to her." He chuckles at his memories. "I can't get tired, really. I'm never tired of her. Anyone else... I have a limit. Joder. I could listen to her talking for hours and I'd be the happiest man ever. But, whatever this is... It's overwhelming. Cause I can't act on it."
Steve frowns. He couldn't believe that his friend, who was one of the most dedicated, gritty DEA agents he knew, was unable to act on his feelings for a girl. "So, I ask again... What's the problem?"
Before Peña could reply, another woman called their names. It was one of the secretaries with whom he also had had an affair with. Not that it mattered, though.
"Hey, is our translator here already?" She asked with a kind smile, standing in front of them.
"Yeah, she just arrived." Javier responds, "Is there anything we can help you with?" He points the folder she was holding.
"Oh, no. This isn't about that." She giggles, dismissing the question. "But now that you mention it- I'm aware that she's somewhat close to you, so... Do you happen to know if she's seeing anyone at the moment?" Steve shots him a cautious look at her inquiry, but he says nothing, remaining still as a stone.
"No. Not that we know of."
Javier's face twists with a sneer, painfully conscious of what his partner was doing with his answers. But he couldn't quite focus on them anymore, his eyes diverting to your location in hopes to catch a glimpse of your face. You were laid back on your chair, a pair of reading glasses sat on the bridge of your nose while scanning some papers. However, his attention drifted back to their conversation when the woman started explaining the reason of her doubt.
"My cousin is coming for the weekend and he asked me to show him around. It's kind of a set up, really, since my boyfriend's coming too. And well, I've gone out with her a couple of times. She's really nice and friendly... I figured she might be interested."
"I'm sure she'll say yes," Steve replied with animosity, "Where exactly do you plan on going?"
"Ah, there's this place downtown. It's not exactly a club, but a place to dance. Salsa and those sort of things."
The flashing image of you in a short dress, all sweaty while dancing closely with someone else had him feeling unsettled in seconds. Hell no. Once again his train of thought got lost as the woman went into your office, shutting the door behind her and leaving him with an awful taste of bitterness on his tongue.
"Fuck," he mutters, searching for a pack of smokes.
"Clock's ticking, Javs."
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Time passes by quickly.
You come and go in between schedules, only staying in your office when you needed a break. Being Friday, most people had left already, but you still had a couple hours to fill in before going home. And since your work was pretty much done, you decide to sit back and relax, taking out a book from your purse. Although you don't get to read plenty before someone knocks on your door.
"Come in!" You shout in a calm tone, eyes still glued to the pages. Somehow, you knew exactly who it was even before he came in. "Agent Peña," you grit out, not bothering to glance in his direction, "how can I help you?"
He strode his way to the front of your desk, laying both palms down and leaning forwards. "I've been meaning to talk to you." He sounds grim, more serious than he's ever been with you before.
"I don't know if you can tell, but I'm a bit busy right now." Javier calls your name lowly, demanding your attention. Yet, you don't respond.
"Will you please look at me?" He barks in disheartenment. "Please."
You know deep down that if your eyes met his, all your barriers would crumble. But the man had a heavy presence, and it was one you couldn't quite ignore despite all your efforts. You put down the book, glaring up at him in defeat. And shit, you were right. The mere sight of him was all it took for your gaze to soften as he stood before you, his beige suit a bit wrinkled, hair slightly out of place and brown eyes round and big.
"What is it?" You huff, trying not to sound disturbed.
"I wanted to talk about yesterday. I-"
"What about yesterday?" He tilts his head to the side when you cut him off.
"Come on, cariño." Your heart skips a beat at the nickname. "Can we not do this?"
"I'm afraid I don't understand," you retort harshly, "Can we not do what? Act dumb? You are the one that said-"
"I know what I said." He states clearly, "I didn't mean it."
"Which part, exactly? The kiss? Or when you said that it was all a mistake?" Javier's hands rest on his hips as you carry on, "Look, I don't know what kind of treatment you receive from other women, but I'm not one of your pay girls, Peña."
His eyes narrow skeptically, "I'm aware."
You stand up from your seat, but don't approach him yet. "Right. Then why did you do it?" Your eyes pierce his soul with a certain spite. "Am I not good enough for you, Javier?"
He swallows hard, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down his throat. "How can you say that?"
"That's how you made me feel," you remark.
For a lingering second, none of you say a thing; a tense silence floating between you as you shared an intense, absorbing stare. It was difficult to come up with a reply that wasn't an apology from his part, cause he was past asking for forgiveness over something he didn't regret. He was burdened with the words he said, but not the fact that he kissed you.
And you can't find it in yourself to step away when he moves closer to your body.
He was being unfair, you thought. Every little action he made added to his cruelty; how he'd reach his hands to cup your face, clearly aware of his power over you and the way his eyes were devotedly looking at yours... Why would he do this after the way he treated you yesterday?
What a mean, mean man.
"You have it all wrong, amor," he speaks softly. "I'm the one that's not good enough."
It is as though he just slapped you across the face. "Don't give me that crap," you sulk out, "if you're gonna reject me, better be honest about your reasons." His hands slowly loose their hold on you as he is taken aback with your response, angling his shoulders to square off with you. "Do you not want me? It's okay if I'm not your type, but-"
For a second time, the irrational part of Javier's brain takes over his body and lets it do the work.
He kisses you again, and as of now, he does it most ardently. Just as simple as that, the primal instinct inside you gives in to him. It was unimaginable to think of any other sort of outcome.
He's rough in comparison to the previous kiss you shared; all tongue and teeth, heated and reckless. His hands are never steady, going from your hips to your ass while the other one grips the nape of your neck. You weren't any less eager: fingers running through his hair and fisting his suit jacket. Javier says your name in between the kiss, desperate as he messily tosses aside all the documents on your desk to sit you on top, establishing between your legs.
"How dare you imply I don't want you?" his voice is raspy when he pulls back, cupping your face in his big hand, fingertips digging in your cheeks. His lips move to your ear; heavy, hot breathes hit your skin and ruffle your hair while sending shocks of arousal to your core. "When you've been the only thing I've desired for months. Months, sweetheart. You know the torture you've been putting me through when walking around in these outrageously tight skirts?" You gulp, feeling heat spread on your lower stomach. "Answer, corazón."
"No-" you merely whisper, "I didn't know you... Looked at me like that." He laughs dryly, lips pressed alongside your jaw. "I hoped you did, though."
"Ah, so you did wish to torture me." He pulls your hair to throw your head back and further expose the skin of your neck, ripping a whine from your mouth. "What a merciless woman you are, sweetheart."
You smile unconsciously as your thighs cage his hips. "Me? I'm the one that's had to bear with your constant flirting, watching as you seduced every single woman that you crossed paths with. Oh, and let's not forget all the gossip and rumors I heard about you in the office..."
You feel his smirk graze your skin when his wet kisses slide to your collarbones. "What do they say?"
"That you're..." it becomes hard to talk when your mind can't think straight, "Amazing." His hand sets on your lower back in order to bring your body closer to his. "And so big..."
He comes back to your lips and you welcome him with an open mouth. Javier grunts when you mildly scratch his scalp and the sound makes your legs shake. Your lips only separate when oxygen suddenly becomes a necessity, and the way he looks down at you —hungrily, eyes darkened with lust—, makes your insides burn. His hand takes your wrist and carefully slides it across his shoulder and above his abdomen, letting your palm rest over the front of his pants, allowing you to feel how hard he's gotten just from the make out.
"See for yourself," he grumbles hoarsely. With a vicious grin, you apply pressure to his bulge, relishing in the throaty groan he lets out. "Still think I don't want you?"
"M’not sure." In response, Javier hums in your ear. "I might need a little more convincing."
"Oh, you will have it, corazón," he coos. "Yesterday you said that no man has ever given you an orgasm. Is that right?"
"Yes."
"Can I change that?" The heat in your core expands to every cell in your body at the proposal.
"Please," something shifts in his gaze when you verbally express your desire for him. He is finally getting what he has longed for during all this time.
At this point, none you could care any less about the place. The building was nearly empty anyways. Only now, with his head buried between your breasts and fingers caressing the flesh of your thighs, do all the thoughts and fears in Javier's mind dissipate.
He's got you were he wanted you all along.
He unbuttons your blouse, but doesn't remove your bra, his hands too busy while pulling your skirt all the way up to your hips, exposing your plain black underwear. A cocky smile spreads across his face at the sight of how soaked you are already. You start panting, growing embarrassed when he lowers himself to his knees in front on you, avoiding all eye contact.
"What are you doing?" You blurt out, suddenly a bit shy.
"What?" He holds your knees to keep your legs apart, staring solely at your face. "Don't tell me that..." his expression becomes incredulous, "Three years and that boy never tasted this pussy?"
The heat on your face grows exponentially, "No one has."
"Shit, I'm one lucky bastard," he mumbles, mouth roaming your inner thighs. Javier senses how tense you are, probably feeling self-conscious. "Don't think too much about it, sweetheart. Just allow yourself to feel good, okay? I'll make sure to give you a good time."
"But-" air catches in your lungs when he nibbles the sensitive skin, "what about you?"
"Me?" He chuckles shortly, "Trust me, corazón. I do this mainly for myself."
You babble something that he doesn't quite hear, his fingers hooking on your panties to tug them down, dazed with excitement. He discards the clothing carelessly and throws your legs over his broad shoulders. The agent's eyes bore into yours, enjoying your flustered behavior as he calls your name soothingly.
"Look at me, hermosa," it sounds like an order, despite the soft tone. "Look at me."
You oblige, breath catching in your throat when he licks his lips and finally gets the view of your slick, exposed pussy. He dives in without wasting any time, flattening his tongue against your clit, circling a couple of times before easing a finger into you, moving it in and out at a steady pace.
"Fuck, Javi-" you cry, trying to muffle your moans in case anyone's around. And you practically feel him laugh at your vain attempts of keeping them on the low.
You briefly shut your eyes when he adds a second finger, curling them to hit all the right spots, making you throw your head back. You're positively dripping down your work desk, knuckles going white while holding it to keep yourself grounded.
"Come on, preciosa," his voice forces you to glance back at him, "told you to look." He takes his fingers out and you can't help but whine at the emptiness he left behind. "None of that, corazón." He reaches for your arm, taking your hand and placing it on his soft, fluffy hair. "Use me."
You can possibly cum just from that. The single image of him kneeled before you, head between your legs, eyes dark and greedy while asking to be used by you. It seemed like an image pulled from one of your darkest fantasies.
And fucking hell, did he look like one dark fantasy himself.
Your fingers run through his curls at the time as his mouth starts working you open, his tongue parting your folds and lapping up your slick avidly, tasting from every angle. The sudden action makes you squeal in surprise and pleasure, your legs tightening around his head instinctively. Consequently, he groans involuntarily and you mumble an apology, his hands coming to keep your thighs spread.
"Don't apologize," he says breathlessly, "that was fucking hot."
As he eats you out, his tongue finds the places that made your body shake and have your hips grinding against his face. He can't help but bask in the glorious view of you, all splayed out for him, the curve of your breasts as your chest rises and falls from the ragged breathing, cheeks flushed red and plump lips parted while looking down at him, eyes now hooded beneath heavy lids. He dreamt about this before. How you'd taste like, what you'd look like, the noises you'd make. Fuck, he saw this exact moment for weeks, playing in his sleep like a loop he couldn't escape from, waking up every morning with a hard on he could rarely get rid of with a simple cold shower.
This- shit, he's mesmerized.
His right hand coasts down to palm himself through his pants, just enough to relieve some of the ache he felt. He moans and the action sends vibrations throughout your body.
"Yes- keep going, please..." you feel so close now, your whole body trembling and abdomen tightening. "Javi, that's amazing."
You're euphoric, experiencing something unlike anything you've had before, aware of sensations you didn't know you could feel. His nose nudges your clit repeatedly and everything simply explodes. You pull his hair as a warning, eliciting a deep, guttural groan from him; but Javier simply grasps your thighs harder.
It takes seconds for you to reach your high, eyes teary and vision blurry from the shocking ecstasy that this new experience brought. He licks you clean before standing up slowly, softly stroking your exposed skin and aiming to grab a tissue from your desk, helping you rearrange your skirt and underwear.
"How was that?" he asks, wiping over his mustache while looking at you mischievously.
You can't think of any way to answer that could explain what you just felt; instead, you grab his tie and drag him towards you. He laughs gleefully when you search for his lips, covering half your face with his palm, gently brushing your cheekbone with his thumb before actually kissing you.
This time it's different. Deep, but not as hungry; simply affectionate. You can't breathe and it feels like you're floating. His eyes seem out of focus when your lips set apart and you can tell just how stupidly drunk he is. Drunk on you.
"Never thought I could feel... I wouldn't even know how to describe it," you mumble, tracing the lapels of his jacket. "I didn't even think it was possible to be so... Wet, I guess."
He cackles. "Glad to know I'm doing my job right," you give him a half smile in return. "Though I still can't believe that somewhere in this world there's a son of a bitch who was lucky enough to have you by his side for years, and never even tried to give you head." You roll your eyes, slightly embarrassed. "Seriously. If I were your man, I'd be begging for you to give me a taste. A la mierda eso, I'll beg you now."
Despite the joking note, he kind of meant it. Now that he had taken a bite from the forbidden fruit, he needed the whole damn thing.
"Gracias, Javi." You peck his lips, mind still clouded from the post-orgasm bliss. "Can I return the favor?"
He blinks a couple of times, "I- you don't have to. I didn't do it because I was expecting you to-"
"I know, Javier," you reassure. "But trust me... I want to."
One of these days you're going to give the poor man a heart-attack. Somehow, you always manage to say the things exactly how he wants to hear them and precisely how he never expects you to say them.
"Está bien, corazón."
You press a hand to his chest and softly push him backwards, "Take a seat." He lifts an eyebrow in surprise, but still does as told, immersed in this new dynamic.
He sits on your chair, legs spread just enough to give you room to settle. It's now your turn to be on your knees for him, every move you made being monitored by his keen eyes. Javier's heart is beating so fast it actually hurts. He feels as if this was his first time getting blown, like he doesn't even know what to do with himself despite his experienced record. You're fairly inexperienced in this area, but he gave you enough confidence and safety to ask. Your face rests on his inner thigh as you look up at him through your lashes.
"Tell me, Javi. How do you like it?" you ask, losing coyness and slowly unbuckling his belt without breaking eye contact. "Would you like me to gag on it?" His eyes widen at the question, "Do you prefer it if I lick or spit? Tell me how to please you, Javier."
He inhales sharply, "fucking hell", you smile at him when pulling down the zipper delicately, "I want you to stop talking or else I might just lose it."
"Oh," you palm him through his briefs, feeling his hard, hot cock throbbing under your touch, "so you like my voice?"
He tangles his fingers in your hair, "I like everything about you, if that's where we're going." Not a second after speaking, the phone on your desk started ringing and he shot you a cagey glance.
"Answer it," you tell him, pressing light kisses to his clothed crotch.
"¿Ahora?" Your eyes sparkle with a certain naughtiness that he didn't think you were capable of having.
"Sí, Javier. Pick up the phone." Cautious, he reaches for it and takes the call reluctantly.
"Peña," he sulks out as you swirl your tongue over the damp spot that had formed on his underwear. His eyes shut for a split second and his entire body shivers. "No está aquí. ¿Le paso algún mensaje?"
To be fair, you were there, probably just a little too tongue-tied to answer. There was no shame in admitting how much you were enjoying pulling him out and rejoicing yourself in every single contented sigh, jolt, or twitch he made when you started stroking him. Whomever was calling clearly had an important matter with you, since he wasn't hanging up and was struggling to keep up with the other side of the line, simply grumbling affirmations such as 'sí, entiendo, ajá'. And you were painfully teasing the man, as if he wasn't worked up enough.
"The rumors were true, I see..." you ramble and watch him smirk at your comment.
You give a firm squeeze to the base, pumping a few times before twisting at the head, already leaking all over himself. He can't look at you and he's set on that, one hand white-knuckling the edge of your desk as the other holds the phone, mouth agape. But it was unfair. You wanted his attention; all of it. Even if that meant getting caught.
So, in order to get it, you slowly lick the tip and gather the precum that oozed there on your tongue, growing rather fond of its salty flavor. He snarls, eyeing you in a grave manner. But for god's sake, the sole look on your face when taking his cock fully into your mouth could send him into oblivion.
"Yo se lo haré saber." Was the last thing Javier said before abruptly ending the call, immediately letting out the lewdest moan you've heard of him so far. And that alone is making you wet all over again. "You truly are something else," he rumbles between heavy, shallow breaths. "Putting on a little show like that- Fuck."
His hips jump upwards when you take him farther, his fingers running through your hair as he mumbles an apology. Your jaw goes slack once you start bobbing your head up and down his length, your throat and mouth feeling so full of him, lips cradled around his length as if it was your life purpose.
He was panting, groaning and calling your name repeatedly, murmuring praises that encouraged you to take him deeper. His thighs tremble every time you hollow your cheeks around him or run your tongue on the underside of his dick. Your hand goes to massage his balls and he throws his head back in sheer pleasure, cursing under his breath.
Never had you given such a messy blowjob before, drool dripping all over him and your free hand going to rub your clit over your panties, cunt aching for him once more. But he throughly enjoyed it like this. How you moaned around him, the way you lapped at his slit and sucked him earnestly. And it goes without saying how much you loved it too.
"Shit, that's it-" you know he's close when his words become incoherent, his breath disjointed and muscles tightened.
You pull back shortly, your hand still jerking him off, "I want to swallow it," you purr, his hand gripping the back of your neck.
"Yes, god- yes."
Despite the lightheaded feeling, you take him in your mouth again, going as far as you could. His eyes lock with yours and that's all it takes for his load to spill all over your tongue and down your throat, his orgasm hitting hard. You do as you said, not giving much thought to it and purely admiring how fine he looked in this precise moment, absolutely lost in his pleasure. Once he finally rode it out, you release him, gently kissing the tip. He sighs loudly, his soft whimpers barely audible as the aftershocks of his high strike his body.
You can't help but smile as you stand in your feet, knees surely bruised. He looks up at you, shaking his head and mirroring your expression before rearranging his pants and straightening his suit. It's like he was seeing you for the first time, now in a completely different light.
"Want a ride home?" your response was obvious.
Javier had completely forgotten the reason why he came to your office in the first place.
And the lack of information gave you the wrong idea of why he really came looking for you.
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Saturdays were meant to be enjoyed. They were supposed to be rest days, used to spend time with friends or family, maybe go to a club or join someone for a roadtrip. They definitely weren't meant to be dull, and let them pass by with tons of shitty work.
Javier and Steve had been all day locked up in Murphy's apartment, going through some of the most recent information regarding the cartel. Connie was there too, not really participating but giving them moral support and, more importantly, beers. Peña constantly went in and out, going to his own apartment to gather some more papers, and even taking a second shower to clear his head. He was hugely stressed.
"I'm spent." He complained. "Nothing new is going to happen today, I'm dropping this for the night."
His friend nodded in agreement, suddenly distraught by his wife cursing out of nowhere. "Everything alright?"
"It's raining," she said, looking through the window. Javier wasn't paying that much attention until she mentioned your name. "She had a date tonight. I helped her pick up a dress and..."
His head turned at that, wincing. "A date?"
"Yeah, sort of. Mia invited her. You know, the secretary." Steve's eyes narrowed.
"You said you talked to her," he hushed.
"I did..." Javier clears his throat, "I mean, no. Not exactly."
The blonde frowns, "so what happened, then?" his partner shrugs, a dim grin drawn on his lips. "Actually, I don't want to know."
"I dropped her off here," he explained, "after... Well, it doesn't matter. There just wasn't a particular talk about the subject."
Steve intends to say something, but the other man solely ignores him, gathering his stuff quickly in order to not dive in that distinct topic that could only spur him on in the wrong ways. And frankly, he didn't want to talk about it. All the choices he made were mistaken and it was entirely his own fault.
So what if you had a date? How did that concern him? The other night you were pretty clear about wanting to have something with 'no feelings, no strings attached, just fun'. He was merely helping you out, as a friend. Nothing else. Because, at the end of the day, he couldn't really be anything else besides that. And he wasn't able to figure out if he wanted anything more; much less deserve it.
Javier walked off to his apartment, mind wrapped around you.
The rain had gotten worse since he left, lightings striking across the sky and raindrops crashing violently against the closed windows. The weather did not seem to help dissipate his troubled thinking. He didn't even realize his feet had stopped moving right outside your door, nor when his hand knocked on it.
You were shocked to hear that you had visitors, and the feeling sank deeper when you saw him standing there with a stern face, arms crossed above his chest. He appeared to be upset, in a way you hadn't yet seen him. However, when his eyes roamed your body you were able to pick up on his tensing muscles.
"Am I walking in on something?" he questions lightheartedly.
You shake your head and farther open the door to invite him in. "I had plans today but we had to reschedule."
Javier decided to play dumb, "What sort of plans?" You dismissed the inquiry with a subtle hand gesture, locking behind him. "You look stunning, by the way."
It was nothing but true and it made it difficult for him to focus on whatever he came here to do. Your hair and makeup were done differently tonight and the red dress you were wearing wasn't exactly discrete, but neither revealing.
"Thanks. You yourself look very handsome too." He snorted sarcastically. "But I bet you already knew that."
In your eyes he always did look charming, but at the moment the vibe was outstanding. His hair was curlier than usual, —probably due to the humidity in the air— and he was wearing a black shirt with plenty of undone buttons that gave a nice view of his golden skin, paired with those pants that would just stick to him like a second skin. There was also that tension in his posture that gave a certain roughness to his exterior, in some way making him more alluring.
"So, what brings you here? As I said, I had plans but now that they're off the table..." He wasn't looking at you, playing around with his fingers, "Would you like to watch a movie? I still have the dvd we rented-"
"I need to talk to you." He blurted out, readjusting the watch on his wrist.
You blinked in confusion, "Sure, what is it?"
His mouth dried all of the sudden, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. "I- don't know how to say this..."
"Maybe sit back and- I'll pour you a drink." You don't wait around for his reply, walking straight to the kitchen. The place wasn't big, so everything was pretty much in the same space.
Javier sat down on the big, brown armchair, feeling the leather crack under his weight. Beside him there was a small reading table decorated with a vintage lamp and an ashtray that you had gotten specifically for whenever he came to visit, along with a pack of smokes. The lights in your apartment were warm and almost all of them were on due to the lack of light that the night and the rainclouds provided. But even now, the chill air from outside could somehow still be felt. Truth be told, it was actually quite cozy to you.
"It's about yesterday," you hear him say while poring some whiskey into two glasses. The mention of the subject makes your heart flutter.
Talk about deja vu.
"Yesterday?" Anxiety drifted your thoughts through the worst scenarios possible. "Oh, don't worry about it, Peña. You don't have to give me 'the talk'. We're still friends, alright? Nothing's changed."
You couldn't possibly tell how he physically flinched at your declaration, neither how much it stung. You cross the living room to sit on the couch across him, barely on the edge of it so your bare legs were still flushed to his knees. He takes the glass you offer, but instead of drinking, he sets it down on the table.
"So it meant nothing to you," the man asks in a low voice. "Right, cariño?"
Shit, of course it meant something. But you could not tell him. Not him.
Javier was the type of man that would sleep with you and then move on. He wasn't a jerk, but this heartless fame that he had didn't help. Telling him about your crush and how the events that went down yesterday simply encouraged it was like signing a death sentence to any bond that you two had at the time. And you sincerely didn't want to say goodbye to whatever it was that you both had built together.
"Yeah, we were just fooling around," you said, taking a sip from the alcohol before placing the glass next to his.
"Fooling around," he echoes your phrase, his mustache twitching prior to swallowing down the drink.
"Whoa- Is everything okay? I feel like you're keeping stuff to yourself." His behavior was starting to get you worried.
"I'm merely realizing how stupid I am." Javier's hand reaches for the pack of cigarettes and he sloppily takes one out.
"What do you mean?" You wonder, moving your feet nervously.
"It doesn't matter," he objects, a sardonic air in his voice and mannerisms. "You got a light?"
Puzzled, you take a lighter from your purse, glancing at him in bewilderment. "Did you want it to mean something?"
"Maybe," he shrugs, "I don't know."
The fag hangs loosely from his lips, but you don't hand him the flame just yet, your next movement catching him completely off-guard.
You stand to sit on his lap, forcing his focus on nothing else besides your presence, your body, on you. His chin tilts upwards, eyes fixed on your face with a perplexed spark.
"Talk to me, Javi," you plead softly, your left hand resting on his exposed chest as the other lights the end of the orange filter, the fire illuminating his dark, beautiful gaze. "For once, be honest me. O por lo menos sé honesto contigo mismo."
His heart pounds relentlessly and he's absolutely sure you can tell. Despite the cold ambience, his skin was burning hot under your touch, muscles finally starting to relax underneath you. Javier takes a long drag, his elbow propped up on the armrest as his other hand lays flat on your spine.
"You already know everything, corazón."
"I do not, Peña." You clutch his shirt in anger. "What's up with you? Ever since I came to Colombia you've been turning my life upside down. You never wanted me to go out with anyone, always using the same stupid excuses about it being 'too dangerous', as if I was just some silly kid that couldn't take care of herself." He feels your weight shift on top of him, and it's so distracting that he can barely keep up. "But you also didn't seem to want me. Every other single woman in this country was worthy of your time and recognition; everyone but me. I've been open with you, I've been vulnerable, and you... you just keep sending this mixed signals that are driving me insane! This push and pull game has to stop. What- What do you want from me?"
Screw it.
Screw all of it.
The nicotine in his system kicked in, your smell probably more intoxicating than the alcohol he just drank. Javier wanted answers, but he needed to be straightforward in order to get them.
"You, sweetheart. I want you."
A small frown forms on your face, "Me?" your voice comes out unsure, "Why me?"
His head jerks backwards, hitting the backrest of the seat, a cloud of smoke dancing in between you from the red, burning dart. "You're seriously asking me why I like you?"
"Clearly."
He laughs wryly. "Yo qué coño he de saber, hermosa. I genuinely don't know. 'Been trying to figure it out for a while now, but it's a dead end. You're naive and short tempered, but also sweet and smart. Too fucking much, I might say. Too smart to be seduced by me." You giggle and as he said before, it's contagious. "Which is why I never told you. I didn't want to... Lose you."
And then it clicks for you.
It wasn't that Javier didn't want to be with you. It was that he didn't want you to be part of his world. Yes, you are young and certainly unaware of many things. In contrast, he feels corrupted. He was part of a crude, violent world that would endanger your safety, sanity— your precious ignorance that kept your life so pure. He convinced himself you didn’t feel the same so he wouldn’t have to face the truth.
It must've been hard for him to admit, you know it. Cause it was for you as well.
"Javi, you know the first thing my coworkers told me when I started hanging out with you?" He smiles playfully and shakes his head briefly. "That they knew I was gullible and I shouldn't fall for your gentlemanly façade, cause I'd only end up with a broken heart." Javier stares back into your eyes fixedly, unfazed by your words. You wriggle on his lap, straddling him. "You wanna know the truth?"
"Enlighten me."
Your dress is hitched up, the naked skin of your legs taunts him, your knees spread around his thighs in a way that has his head spinning. You're electrifyingly close. And yet so far at the same time.
"I tried to listen. But failed miserably," you say lowly. "I- " the pads of his fingers rub soothing circles on your upper leg, "I kinda... Fell for you. Shit, I'd get so jealous when your 'informants' would ring the office's phone."
He smiles, full lips parting around the cigarette. "I fucking knew it." You snort, tracing his collarbones with your index. "Why didn't you do something?"
"I didn't want to be tossed aside," you admit in shame.
His eyebrows twinge slightly as he ashes the filter, "You really think that low of me?", he scoffs.
Up until now, you hadn't realize that those words could potentially hurt him. "No. But I was scared and had to look out for myself. After one disastrous long-term relationship, falling for someone as exciting and... outgoing, wasn't my most clever move."
His body goes limp below you, eyes meeting yours with a hint of yearning mixed with soreness. "I see. I'm an asshole that will break your heart. Anything else?"
Shit. Shit. Shit.
"Javi, that's not what I meant..." you cry, but his gaze is dark and stern, dangerous to a certain extent. It makes your stomach turn to think that you might've offended him. "You know I-"
Nothing else comes out, phrases getting stuck in your throat. His hands are no longer on you and the silence and impassivity he exudes are unbearable.
"Show me," he coaxes, and it takes you second to comprehend what he means, until he talks again. "Show me you're not scared anymore."
In other words, Javier wanted you to prove him how much you wanted him. He blows the smoke right in front of your face and other than finding it annoying, you think it's rather hot.
You duck down, both your hands on his shoulders as you shift your weight on top of him. He still doesn't move a a muscle, solely watching as your lips inch closer to his. When they barely brush against the other's, he vaguely turns his face away, doing this a couple of times as a way to provoke you.
"¿Acaso no quieres besarme?" you grumble.
"Al contrario, corazón." Peña admits, "Pero quiero que tú también lo desees. Quiero que tengas tantas ganas de besarme que no puedas contenerte. That way you'll understand what I've felt for the last five months."
So that was the catch. You give him a smug smile, snatching the cigarette from between his fingers and taking a drag under his piercing gaze, blindly putting it out before crashing your lips against his. Your hands hold his face, thumbs running along his jawline as he eagerly kisses you back. The agent groans when you exhale into his mouth, the smoke rolling off your tongue right into his own.
His hands coast up your thighs, slowly making their way to your ass beneath the fabric of your dress as you sigh against his lips when he firmly squeezes the flesh. The kiss is sloppy and abrasive, needy and sensual. He holds the back of your neck with one hand while his lips travel south, caressing and nipping your jaw and bare shoulders.
You grind your hips against his slowly, feeling the excitement between his legs and your own arousal growing. You watch as he delicately tugs down the straps of your dress, letting them fall loosely on your arms and deepening the low-cut on the front, your breasts spilling out.
"No bra? You really had everything sorted out, didn't you?" His voice is lust-strained, eyes gazing up before burying his face between your tits.
"Christ-"
Your nails dig on his shirt when you find a steady pace that creates just the right amount of friction between your clit and the hard bulge on his pants. All the while, Javier tweaks your nipple with his fingers, flicking his tongue over the other— thus, you become noisier.
"Don't worry, hermosa," he whispers, "I'll make sure to treat you how you deserve. So you won't think of running off with another man ever again."
You hum, ruffling his hair while he worked at your sensitive bud, groping your breast with a hand as the other guided the movements of your hips. You're wet in seconds, the smell of his soap making you all fuzzy, added to the constant stimulation he was providing.
"No, Javier." You huff, nuzzling your face on the crook of his neck, peppering kisses all over the exposed area.
Both his hands are now on your hips, barely holding as he lets you do as you please. The buttons of his shirt scrape your delicate nipples, increasing the ache on your cunt. He's panting, growing weak with the sound of your moans, the feeling of your lips on him, your tongue licking the hot skin, —strictly where his pulse could be felt— and Jesus- the way you moved had him throbbing painfully. You take a second to contemplate in gratification just how wild you could drive a man even without actually letting him fuck you. It made you realize exactly how much power you had over him.
"No? No, what?" He muses.
"I don't want any other man. You've ruined me for them." Wordlessly, he follows your motions as you sit back on his legs. His eyebrows jump up when he sees the mess you'd made on his pants, guessing your underwear must be drenched by now. Your fingers creep towards his belt, leisurely undoing it along with the fly. "I didn't want anyone else. And after what happened at my office... I was doomed."
The man exhales heavily, running a hand through your locks. His eyes gleam endearingly —such a rare sight on him—, something you're certain it's strictly for you.
"Kiss me again."
It doesn't sound like an order, but a plea.
And how could you say no to him?
When your lips crash together once more, it's like heaven on earth. Everything's blurry, even the storm outside disappeared. All that matters is this precise moment.
His fingers loom over your panties, gasping in your mouth at the dampness that welcomes him. He rubs his thumb over your clit, snatching a small whine from you as he impatiently pushes the fabric to the side. Instinctively, your hand slithers towards his lower abdomen, grasping the base of his already hard cock to pull it out and slowly coming to rub the wet tip. Gently, you bite his bottom lip before breaking apart from the kiss, making him groan in protest. His digits glide between your folds as he eases two fingers inside, making your knees feel weak around him.
"Fuck, Javi-" you grip his shoulder for support when he adds a third one, fascinated by how responsive your body was reacting. "Please..."
"Hm?" he kisses your temple lovingly, "What do you need, sweetheart?"
"You. Inside." How pathetic, you thought. Begging like this— well, it was certainly something a man like him would love. But you'd never experienced this sort of passion, where you desperately wanted to get dicked-down. Javier showed what it is to want, and to be wanted. "Please, I can't- wait any longer."
"Here?" a faint nod, "you want to take control?"
Timidly, you tug at his shirt and search for his eyes. "I've- I have never done this before... Been on top, I mean."
The agent snorts in disbelief. "Seriously? Can't fucking believe it." He still work at your core, ripping out silly whimpers from you. "No te preocupes por eso, corazón. I can guide you, if that's what you want."
"Yes." You reply almost immediately, "Of course, only if you'd like that too-" he takes his fingers out and guides them straight to his lips, licking them clean.
"I'll do anything you ask, hermosa. Just say the word."
For the love of god.
"You can do with me as you please, Javier." You utter, "I'm yours anyway."
His eyelashes bat twice, taking in your words. Then, his lips curl up in a smile and things happen very quick, in a way you can barely register what's going on. He holds you up with one arm, pulling his pants down just enough to give himself some mobility and manhandling you into a position were you could receive him with no trouble. This way, the head grazes your entrance and the sensation is already making your nerves buzz.
"Go on, sit on it."
You use the back of the seat for support and let the man guide you, feeling your back arch in ecstasy as you slowly adapt to his size. He stretches your walls deliciously, though it takes a lot of effort not to collapse on top of him.
"That's it, baby. You're doing so good,” Javier says, voice shaky between shallow breaths. "You look so pretty taking me like this."
"You're so big-" you manage to say, your hands digging into the leather material to keep yourself put together as you settle every last inch of him inside you. And indeed, he was fucking huge in comparison to anyone else you had before.
"Don't close your eyes," he tells you, "Look at me. Mírame a los ojos, preciosa." And so you do, his dark, ardent gaze is all you can see. "Look into my eyes when you ride."
He fills you up entirely and his words make your chest flutter, absolutely lost in everything he was giving you; his scent, his stare, his body. Simply him. Javier Peña.
You're determined to please him, to show that you can be everything he's ever wanted and more. In the midst of all, you lay a hand on his chest for stability as your hips roll to set a pace, struggling to maintain focus when his cock was hitting spots inside that continuously sent drops of liquid pleasure down your spine.
"That's my girl," he coos, pressing light-feathery kisses to your jaw. "My beautiful girl."
Oh, that was it.
His voice, filled with lust and admiration, makes your head spin and heart pound relentlessly. Even though you want to say something in return, you can't muster up the words, reckless cries being the only sound leaving your lips.
You have completely lost any sanity left in you, consumed by this new light of passion that he has managed to ignite. And Javier loves it. He loved that etching confidence in your eyes and the way your tits bounced in front of his face as you jumped up and down his cock, moaning his name. He's in fucking paradise.
His hands slither towards your ass, splaying his palms to hold you. He helps you out, thrusting his hips up deeply, harshly; filling every spot you were unable to. Your bodies move in synch, unconsciously attuned to recognize each other's desires. It amazes you just how much fulfillment you can receive from sex, when in the past it was nothing more but pain and nuisance, a simple duty to make a man happy. Now you see it: your pleasure was his pleasure too. It became crystal clear with each kiss, every touch or shared glance.
"Javi- I can't..." inevitably, you collapse on his shoulder, your legs growing weaker by the second.
You feel warm all over, the storm sounds mixed with the filthiness of his groans and sexual demeanors thickened the air. He embraces you with one arm around your waist and a hand on the back of your neck, keeping you still and taking over the situation. Your fingernails lightly scratch his scalp as he grinds his cock inside you, building an amazing heat between your thighs and making that bundle of nerves pulse each time it grazed the buttons of his shirt.
In the thick of the moment, you lick the delicate area in the underside of his ear, raising goosebumps on his skin and drawing a gruffly moan from his lips. He can tell how close you are, in fact, he can feel it; your pussy swallowing him whole and clenching tightly around his throbbing shaft, edging him further.
"I won't last," you warn, dragging your nails over his shoulders, under the shirt. "Javi, it's too much- I feel so..."
"Fuck- I know, corazón," he grumbles, his thrusts become rougher and it makes your head spin. "Say it again."
You know what he wants to hear, it's perfectly simple to figure out.
For heaven's sake, he looks divine. His lips slightly parted, head thrown back and a fire gleaming behind his brown orbs, focused merely on you. He grounds you with a grip of steel on your hip while your fingertips roam across his features, wanting to imprint this exact moment in your mind forever.
"I'm yours, Javi." It comes out as a devoted prayer as he leans forward to kiss the hollow of your throat, his teeth and mustache teasing your reddened skin.
"That's right," he grunts, the sound of his hoarse breaths and your dripping cunt suddenly being muffled by a whir in your ears and your vision going hazy.
Javier takes great pride in your corrupted expression and the broken whines that escape your mouth when you finally reach your high. His pace quickens and he cradles you in his arms, your hands enveloping his neck as your whole body quivers from the intensity of your orgasm, still crashing into you. He can't hold back his own noises, chasing his release desperately while also fucking you through yours. This angle where his lower body is firmly pressed against your pelvis applies new pressure to your clit in a way that has you calling for god.
And the way you soak him down to his thighs, the way you squeeze around his length— has him coming with one last, deep thrust of his hips. He calls your name but you can barely hear it, too distracted by the warmth of his cum inside you.
Even after he's finished, Javier won't let go of you. Not that you want him to anyway.
He takes a second to revel in the moment, knowing he had been craving this ever since he laid eyes on you. You can feel his heart hammering under you, feel the way he —rather slowly— softens inside and both your bodies go limb.
And still, he refuses to part, swaying a palm across your bare back. You feel sore, sticky, but overall, serene. At peace.
"Javi?" you say his name and it sounded perfectly poised despite your exhausted exterior.
"Mhm?" your hot breath hits his golden skin as you try to settle down your accelerated pulse and failing miserably at the sight of his adoring smile. "What is it, preciosa?"
"Would you stay the night?" He laughs breathlessly at your unsure tone.
"On one condition," he muses, picking your interest. "Promise you won't go out on that date."
"I don't know..." you play dumb, bucking up to get on your feet while struggling with your wobbly legs. "It's not exactly a date so, does it matter?"
You rearrange your dress and ruined underwear, settling on the couch beside him as he mirrors your action.
"Not really, no," he's very aware of your taunting and is willing to lead you on. "But you've made me greedy. Now I want you all to myself."
His words draw a smirk on your face. "Are you saying you'd be jealous?" The agent shrugs, aiming for another cigarette. "I won't go. Though, I ought to give Mia a good excuse for canceling our plans."
Javier smiles cockily, taking the unlit dart to his lips. "Just tell her you've already got a man waiting for you."
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Asian Honorifics & BL - a quick & dirty guide, with examples
You ready for another one of my long broad brush linguistics in BL posts? (As always check the comments for people better than me correcting or adding content. Also I will be updating this post as long as Tumblr lets me fiddle with it.)
Codicil: I’m a dilettante who loves the cultural side of linguistics, and loves to help people understand BL better via language. I attempt to explain things using very simplistic terms and an anthropological approach, I am aware that it’s a lot more complicated. But I’m doing my best.
Codicil 2: This is meant to help BL watchers, not to guide tourists who in intend to travel to these countries.
Honorifics in General - the concept
Honorifics = a title or word implying or expressing status, politeness, or respect.
Many Asian languages employ honorifics in a filial manner (distinguishing status along generational lines with regards to birth year, professional relationship, and parental state). Basically calling someone who is NOT an actual blood relation “older brother” (e.g. Korean hyung or oppa) or “younger sibling” (e.g. Thai nong), or auntie (see many Indian or Latin American cultures). These can also be a kind of endearment in romantic relationships.
The closest most westerns can think of this is that the honorific is used as a way to delineate an intimate relationship/friendship across an age gap, but its implications are not always intimacy. (Except when they very much are, see oppa.)
You may be familiar with a phrases like “we’re so close she’s like my sister” or “he’s like a brother to me.”
However, because most westerners exist in relationships to peers only under the broad umbrella term friend, we will only use “like my sister” or “basically my brother” when someone is particularly dear to us but not sexually.
In most Asian languages, honorifics are more codified. So there is a status conferred by age which dictates honorifics be used. They’re mandatory for communication. Intimacy levels between individuals CAN impact this, but are not the primary decider on what honorific is used under most circumstances. Position in society is.
So these terms are often defined (or even translated) with sibling language. See early Thai BLs translate phi as bro, but that’s not strictly correct.
There are also often honorifics for larger age gaps (so more like auntie or uncle, delineating relationships like adult neighbors or a friend’s parents, or parents’ friends).
And there are honorifics for people in authority positions (like doctors, teachers, bosses) who are usually older (but not always). These honorifics are employed in the arenas of education, hobby activities (like ceramic classes or martial arts) and the workplace.
For many, informality of older to younger will be characterized by use of casual (or rude) language and lack of honorifics (from the older person to the younger one). So the older character will have one mode of address and way of talking, while the younger character exists in a more formal register when they are speaking back to someone older.
In other words, an older person can speak informally to a younger one, but not the reverse. (Yaja time excepted...)
Complexity of Honorifics as Elements of Language
Honorifics can function as titles:
Honorifics can be translated as/like titles. This is is the kind of thing we are most familiar with: Mister, Mrs, Mz, Miss, Master, Mistress, Sir, Madam, Ma’am are all, technically, honorifics. So are certain forms of address and royal titles, “The honorable” for example. Anything you might put in front of a name to add formality in English probubly qualifies as an honorific.
Honorifics can function as pronouns:
Or modes of address. For example the title boss, in English can also be used to call or refer to someone directly. “Hi, boss!” or “my boss” or “the boss says.” Honorifics serve the same function. In this way they can become pronouns. You can, in Korean, just call someone “hyung” it acts as the you pronoun for direct address. And often they can also be used in the 3rd person. So my “hyung” did such and such. This is why hyung = brother in a lot of translations. Because English uses brother in much the same way, it can act as both a 2nd or 3rd person pronoun. (Rarely first, but that’s an issue with English, that our first person pronoun is so inflexible.)
In Thai you can refer to a friend as phi (you pronoun in direct address, or use it as a she/he/they pronoun in third person) or you may refer to yourself as phi (using it as an I pronoun). In other words, phi can entirely replace a person’s name in all linguistic uses.
He/She/They goes to the store = phi goes to the store (when talking about my older friend to someone else)
I go to the store = phi go to the store (when talking to a younger person about my own actions), and
you go to the store = phi go to the sore (when talking to an older friend about something they are going to do - direct address)
Honorifics are also suffixes:
In Korean and Japanese honorifics are also attached to names in the form of suffixes. See the Japanese section. (Also sometimes prefixes, argh.)
Honoring is also attached to particles:
In Thai, polite particles confer respect levels as well, which means they also contain within them certain aspects of status and honorifics. See the Thai section.
The best way to understand honorifics in BL is by example.
Ready?
Korean - Honorific titles: Hyung, Noona, Oppa & Beyond
I’m starting with Korean because it is the most spoken and understood by westerners these days. I can only address this as a layperson who watches too many Kdramas.
Korean names in brief:
In Korea names are said family name first (what we call surname or last name) and then given name second (what we would call first name). Usually the family name is single barreled or one syllable, but the given name is double barreled or two syllables. So: Chu Sang Woo = Chu (family name) Sang Woo (given name, always said together). This is why I will usually refer to BL characters by their first name as a combo, e.g. SangWoo. In formal address, however is would be Chu SangWoo-ssi. Usually the entire name is said (see comments). Even when JaeYoung is being rude he usually says “Chu SangWoo.”
Korean honorifics you’ll hear:
Hyung | hyeong 형 - is said by a younger male when addressing an older male. I will use the term Hyung Romances for BLs that feature a younger seme pursing and older uke because...
Noona | nuna 누나 - is said by a younger male when addressing an older female and is responsible for the accepted series category “Noona romances” which are dramas that feature a younger boy pursuing an older woman.
Oppa 오빠 - is said by a younger female when addressing an older male. Also used by girlfriends addressing their boyfriends, or wanna-be boyfriends. Under a romantic context oppa is considered somewhat cringe/cheesy/cutsie.
Unni | eonni 언니 - is said by a younger female when addressing an older female.
Sunbae | seonbae 선배 - is said by a younger person to an older person (gender neutral) and is more formal. It can be used in the workplace and it mostly about seniority and less familial.
Hoobae | hubae 후배 - is said to/of a younger person, either across a generational gap, or within a workspace environment, again this one is about seniority and less familial.*
Although an older person’s filial and social responsibility to a youngster is always in play.
In Kpop you’ll hear sunbae used a lot by younger (say 4th gen) groups when referring to older groups within the industry. Or when talking about Kpop idols who they don’t personally know (or are so big they’re nervous about any assumption of intimacy). On reality shows like Queendom or Kingdom it’s particularly telling. Some of the funniest moments of Kingdom Legendary Wars is any time Penal (an American from BTOB - an older v established group) tries to convince the youngsters, some of them 10 years his juniors, to use casual language (drop honorifics). The poor things get SO confused.
BL Deeper Meanings behind Hyung
Okay so the best show to watch for this one is Semantic Error.
SangWoo starts out calling JaeYoung sunbae and rarely goes less formal. Technically sunbae is polite, but also slightly insulting in a university narrative of this type. Let me try to explain. Because as they become more intimate, combative or not, friends or frenemies, SangWoo should switch to using hyung, but he pointedly does NOT.
JaeYoung, on the other hand, always uses extremely informal (to the point of rude) language with SangWoo. (Culturally, he allowed such informality as he is SangWoo’s senior both at university, and in age). But you can watch him get annoyed that SangWoo insists on sticking to sunbae, to the point where he demands SangWoo use hyung.
Then after that, anytime SangWoo does use hyung JaeYoung totally melts for it, because it was hard fought and won, and it means something powerful and significant is shifting in their intimacy as a result.
During the mutual kissing at the bar scene, Semantic Error drops yaja time on us. Yaja time is a sanctified reversal of honorifics that essentially allows for a younger person to speak their mind informally and without repercussions (or supposedly so). It’s a kind of way to flirt and tease, but also somewhat taboo and titillating as a game to play when tipsy. You get yaja time in bars/clubs sometimes, like happy hour. If you watch the final episode of Kpop reality show I-land you’ll see a real word example of yaja time in action amongst the contestants, it’s adorable and very funny.
Semantic Error uses yaja time as an opportunity for drunk SangWoo to finally talk about his real feelings, without the pressure of linguistic formality.
They also use it for JaeYoung to drop the sluttiest most flirtatious hyungs in the history of all hyunging. Seriously, the boy is dripping seduction with that one world. Why? Because HE CAN. He is making the formality itself a kind of kink.
You can watch these two on the promo circuit attempt yaja time and even though they have an easy brotherly relationship, you can still see how uncomfortable it makes Jae Chan in particular.
Other honorific play in Semantic Error:
The girl who is interested in dating SangWoo calls him oppa, and ALSO requests to use a nickname+oppa with him (the nickname means lettuce). That is pretty blatant flirting. But note she specifically asks if she is allowed to do so?
Later when JaeYoung confronts her and stakes his claim, notice the thing he really wants corrected is her language with SangWoo? He wants her to go all the way beyond sunbae to formality by using the honorific suffix 씨 (ssi). But there’s also more lettuce wordplay here (I think) because he isn’t insisting she use SangWoo’s full name.
“You should call him Chu-ssi” which is translated into English as “Mr Chu.”
A word on oppa and queerness.
Because the implication is that the person saying oppa is female, you will rarely hear boys use this term for their boyfriends (even if they are out gay, unless they are femme and/or cultivating the association for a very specific and culturally subversive of kinky reason).
Exception: non native speakers who are happy to fart around with us and the Korean social structure. So early on, NCT’s (Kpop monster group) Mark (Canadian) would refer to Yuta (Japanese) as oppa. I’m not gonna unpack their relationship, but trust me when I say, no native Korean idol would have ever done this, not right now in Korea’s current social state. Well... maybe Holland but that’s a whole other discussion.
To complicate matters Korean also uses honorific suffixes, but I’m not gonna go into them here. (Read more about Korean honorifics.)
Instead I’m gonna use Japanese to talk honorific suffixes. Ready?
Japanese - Names & Honorifics: suffixes & titles
Like Korean, Japanese uses both suffixes and title honorifics. But I find the suffixes much easier to hear in Japanese than Korean, probubly because I’ve more experience with the language.
Note: As a foreigner in Japan I’ve alway found it best/easiest to refer to someone using surname-san.
Japanese names in brief:
Names are said family name first and then given name. But actually, given names are rarely, if ever, said AT ALL (after an initial introduction).
In BL dramas almost all character’s names and everyday use name will be the family name. (Children are different, but not many of those in JBL.) Teachers may refer to their students by given name-kun.
So in Old Fashion Cupcake Togawa is his family name (not given name). Nozue (also a surname) who is both older and Togawa’s boss, refers to Togawa simply as Togawa, with no honorifics, probubly because they are both adult characters and have been coworkers for so long, Togawa-kun would be... odd.
Togawa on the other hand, ALWAYS refers to Nozue as Nozue-san. Even in times of EXTREME intimacy the honorific -san is ALWAYS used.
We have no idea what the given names are for these characters because we never got to that point of intimacy in their relationship. In Japanese romances the given name is usually the ultimate intimacy and is not exchanged until well into a relationship, sometimes after sex or even after marriage. You can watch the delicate maneuvering around this aspect of intimacy in the kinky het drama Sweat & Soap (it’s not BL, but I still love it, on Viki.)
Japanese Suffixes you hear the most in BL:
-chan = is intimate and cute for children, or amongst female friends, or female family/intimates (like your grandma)
-kun = is for respected juniors, younger or junior co-workers, or young boys, and amongst friends
-san = is formal/polite and for general use, amongst friends, equals, strangers, and acquaintances
The best BL to watch to hear all three of these in constant use is Minato’s Laundromat.
Shin always calls Minato, Minato-san and gets very annoyed when anyone doesn’t do this who should (he want’s his man properly respected). Note that he puts Minato-san into his phone as Akira, tho... daring boy.
Asuka calls Minato: Akira-san, which he shouldn’t as a kid a generation younger than Minato. He gets away with it because he and Minato are from the same neighborhood and have similar open, friendly natures.
Minato, on the other hand, struggles with what to call Shin. Technically he should use Katsuki-kun or even Katsuki-chan (which is what he uses on Shin’s sister). Which is Shin’s surname + the suffix for a junior. But Minato is a causal person, so he never bothered with a suffix even at first. Now, informal language is fine from an older person to a younger one, if they have the right personality. But under BL circumstances, Minato’s lack of honorifics kind of gave Shin license to flirt. The moment Minato asked if he could use the nickname Shin he was a goner.
As Shin becomes more aggressive in his pursuit, Minato hops desperately between different suffixes to try to control the situation:
Shin (informal and friendly),
Shin-chan (diminutive, under this context = somewhat demeaning, considering what Shin wants from him), Minato is intentionally lowering Shin’s status and emphasizing his youth when he applies -chan,
Shin-kun (when he thinks Shin is mad at him, or in public, or when he is annoyed and wants to add formality and distance)
I talk quite a bit about this in my squee watch of this series.
Putting someone who should be (or is usually) address by one combo of name (first or last) + suffix into another, by changing either the name of the suffix or both, always has narrative significance for character development or plot or both in Japanese romances. Which is why you get more from the story if you train your ear to listen for these.
In the picture above, Takara is using -san for sarcasm and to gently chide Amagi. Usually he just uses Amagi with no honorific (they are the same age, and he is a curt characters) or Amagi-kun in public of for call/response address. He has moved to a higher level of formality for emphasis and to make a point in this scene. Communicating properly and avoiding conflict is a hallmark of his character, also (as the seme) he wants to control Amagi. This is all wrapped up in that personality and attitude. He is being teasing and sarcastic, but he is also stressing that this dialogue is important to him.
Read more on Japanese honorific suffixes here.
Japanese honorific titles you hear the most in BL:
Senpai (先輩、せんぱい) - senior colleague or classmate, roughly equivalent to the Korean sunbae or Thai phi
Sensei (先生、せんせい) - refers to teachers as well as people who are experts in their respective fields, like doctors, artists, professors, martial arts instructors, or lawyers
The best BL to watch for use of honorific titles in Japanese is... bet you thought I wasn’t gonna manage to shoehorn it in.... Seven Days!
*insert wild cheering*
Sereyo (younger) seems to relish and very much enjoy and flirt by using the honorific senpai with Yuzuru. It’s hard to explain, but the way Sereyo says "senpai” whenever they meet is very very... cute.
You can hear these characters use sensei when in archery practice. And you can hear use of some family suffixes and honorifics since we follow both characters back to their respective homes.
Sereyo calls Yuzuru, Yuzuru-san, which is Yuzuru’s GIVEN NAME + the honorific. This is unexpected because Yuzuru is his senior. He should call him by his surname + honorific: Shino-san.
But Sereyo has an issue, which is that Yuzuru has the same last name as his ex-girlfriend, who was also older. So in his previous relationship, Sereyo called his lover: Shino-san, and he doesn’t want to use the same exact name with his new lover, Yuzuru. So despite Yuzuru being his senior, he asks to use Yuzuru’s first name as a mode of address. Yuzuru being the kind of casual blunt personality he is, doesn’t mind the inherent informality and permits this right away.
More on Japanese honorifics here.
Mandarin Chinese Honorifics
Ho boy am I not going to climb into this one. But I will point out that to confuse matters many Chinese honorifics are actually also blood relation titles - 哥 ge (older brother) 弟 di (younger brother) - (like phi/nong, par/ar, hia/jay in Thai). In other words, the honorific actually is both brother (honorable title) and brother (actual word) AND will be applied to cousins. As in: the word for cousin is ALSO the same word as brother.
In Thai to clear up this relationship a character will often have to state it blatantly: "my real actual older bother, by blood, and not an older male friend” (since phi means both) and not a lover. See this grappled with as a jealously plot point in Star in My Mind.
But in some Chinese BLs they will also have to explain and distinguish actual blood relationships as different between cousins and siblings. You can watch Addicted deal with these nuances.
It should be noted for the BL crowd that Mainland Mandarin and Taiwanese Mandarin are ALSO different. So there are language nuances to Taiwanese BL that do not exist in Mainland BL (when it was around) and vice versa. And because Taiwan recognizes equal rights, there is also a whole adapted Chinese linguistic set around queerness.
I’m mentioning Chinese in this post mainly because it will come into play with Thai honorifics: hia & jie/jay 姐. Personally I struggle to even distinguish names let alone honorifics, I find Mandarin a particularly difficult language.
Thai - Honorifics, Pronouns, Particles & beyond phi/nong
I have quite a bit on Thai honorifics and their complexity plus how it relates to BL.
Thai Honorifics Between Ages in BL and real life
More on Thai Linguistic Registers - Particles & Honorifics
Thai Pronouns & Honorifics when Seme/Uke is Flipped
Sarcastic use of honorifics & polite particles in Thai
Linguistic Fun In Thai BL - couples
The Nu Diminutive in Thai
Touch & Daisy in Secret Crush On You - Queer Coded Language and 3rd Gender Identity
The most important thing to know, and how it’s different from Korean, is that phi & nong are gender neutral.
Also honorifics and politeness in Thai plays into both pronoun use and polite particles. Thailand does not have honorific suffixes like Japan or Korea, instead particles (which are kind of like spoken punctuation) come into play.
It’s complicated, in that there are a lots of ways to indicate relationships in Thai. But less complicated in that, at heart, gender doesn’t impact it as much as in Korean or Vietnamese. Instead, like Japanese’s -san, you can default to formal register by remembering to use khun (+ polite particles).
Loosely?
Phi = hyung, noona, unni, oppa, sunbae, or senpai, and its gender neutral.
Nong = hoobae or -kun or -chan, but is rarely used in direct address. Instead, informality in Thai is characterized by use of casual (or rude) language and lack of honorifics (from the older person to the younger one) + rude or informal particles. Nong is also gender neutral and can be used as you pronoun (rarely as I), or as a third person pronoun to refer to pets, or as a diminutive attached to a name, it’s... complicated.
Actually episode 10 of Love Mechanics plays with this. Vee whispers in Mark’s ear the equivalent to “Phi’Vee loves cute nong Masa.” Masa is Mark’s given name and it is Japanese because Mark is half Japanese.
But then, to tease him, Vee lowers his voice (Japanese men speak from low in the chest) and says: Masa-kun. Kind of the Japanese rephrase of the above.
Hia = hyung/oppa (it may be used by a younger male or female but is only use on an older male) and specifically ties to Chinese heritage.
Jie/jay = noona/unni (it may be used by a younger male or female but is only use on an older female) and specifically ties Chinese heritage. It has also been coopted by the queer community and may be translated as “sis” under those circumstances. More about hia here.
Khun = -ssi or -san, and is a gender neutral formal address. It can be a title Khun + Name (first or last), an I/you pronoun, and also a proper name (ya, know, just for s&gs). Also in families that are more formal it is a mode of polite address for parents, Khun Maa for mother, Khun Paa for father.
Vietnamese Honorifics
Vietnamese honorifics and modes of address are not my bailiwick but the amazing @squeakygeeky has been blogging a series around VBL linguistics and it’s queer struggles with pronouns because of bifurcation around gender.
Oh boy was this a lot. And I am sorry to @timelesstoothfairy who originally asked this question, I don’t think they realized what a can of worms it opened up.
Language, how is it SO MUCH FUN?
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I hope this isn't rude but me and my friend were talking about you and here's a list of assumptions we made about you:
you're white
you're into psychology or literature
you rave about zodiac signs
you're an ENTJ (mbti)
an eldest sibling (you remind me of tanjiro idk why)
you kin bakugo OR deku
can speak two languages
Not rude at all! I love reading assumptions about me! Sorry for the late reply, this ask was ages ago right when my hiatus came up!
I'm not white 😭😭😭 I'm actually brown! I'm South-Asian and I'm of Pakistani ethnicity! I'm a proud desi!
I love psychology and literature but I'm also most into astronomy and philosophy!
No, I hate zodiac signs :( I don't understand what they mean and I'm a Saggitarius but everything said about them feels wrong.
I am not an ENTJ even though they sound so cool. ENTJs are very goal-oriented and determined which are attributes I hope to acquire and strengthen! I'm an INFJ-T though if that helps!
I am in fact an eldest sibling and I am SQUEALING at the fact I remind you of Tanjiro, that is a compliment of the highest level!
I kin Bakugo AND deku :) hehehe
I can speak four languages: English, Urdu, Punjabi, and Hindi. My first language is Urdu! I'm hoping when I have some spare time I can learn Korean, Japanese, and French! So far, I've learned basic Korean phrases and can read!
#esha answers your questions#i'm so intriguied about all these assumptions#i need to know how you came to them#i'm very flattered you talked about me to someone and discussed#i love you so much#please take care#mwah mwah#god bless you
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nobody is saying that you can’t learn about cultures, they’re just saying they don’t want you to claim to be from that culture because you ethnically aren’t.
we’re irish and norwegian and a shit load of other things, and we learn about those cultures (and attempt to learn the languages but languages have always been hard for us) and we don’t care if people learn about the culture, but saying you’re apart of it when you simply are just learning from an outside perspective is wrong
closed culture isn’t “killing” cultures, people can still learn and share their cultures, and can still appreciate and share knowledge of the cultures - and some cultures are open, so they won’t be “killed”. some people just want their culture to be respected and not be participated in without invitation by an outside force. that is not wrong of someone to want.
you can think what you think but saying you’re anti closed culture can definitely come off as saying “i want to use names from a culture im not apart of because they’re so aesthetic and quirky and cute >3<!!!” instead of thinking “i just want people to be able to share their cultures”
cultures being more closed off than others doesnt mean nobody can ever learn or participate and appreciate, they’re just a bit more “stingy” about who gets to actively participate, not who learns or shares the knowledge yk?
sorry if my phrasing comes off as accusatory or rude in any manner. i just am very passionate about it because i know lots of systems of colours do not want people to go around whining that they can’t use names because they “want to use them because they’re so cute!!” when they don’t understand the meaning or historical significance behind them like at all.
it’s also a bit weird to just chock it up to twitter drama when it’s not, it’s about racism and history and culture as a whole, and like i said in my last ask it’s been a thing long before the internet was invented
The majority of times I have seen it, it has been caused and related to Twitter. I, as someone who is a mix between cultures (such as Korean/Japanese/a little Norwegian/and a little Irish) am too afraid to actually do anything with my culture with the amount of people that do think that learning the cultures we are a part of is automatically appropriating because we’re extremely pale. People see others for a percentage and that’s why I’m so upset with “closed cultures.”
People don’t know that they can still learn those cultures because saying “closed” instantly puts a gate on it and there ARE people that will tell others that they can’t learn anything about a culture. Some people that take it literally won’t understand that it being a “closed culture” still means they can learn about that culture, they don’t see it as an ability to learn.
I’m not saying “oh you can do whatever you want” I don’t understand why there’s so many people hopping on it that want to cause people pain and fear because they aren’t “enough” of that culture to partake in it or see others as a fucking percentage.
I want people to freely be able to talk about what they’re learning again, about how the enjoy a culture, rather than being too fucking afraid of being belittled, hounded, and harassed because it’s “not their culture to learn about.”
The ones that are taking about “oh it’s so cute” doesn’t count for everybody. I don’t see the point in punishing everybody just because there’s going to be people that mock and shit. Everyone that’s trying to respect the cultures are still being hounded and bullied because everyone sees it as “you’re not actually learning you just want an excuse” which has even been targeted on me. It’s been put on people of other cultures as well, those that have the lineages have been told they’re just “using it as an excuse.”
I’ve only seen it been a primary issue because of Twitter which is why I said it.
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Reliable real-time translators
I speak some Japanese and very little French, but I know barely a word of Korean and I'm nosy... so when our boys do Lives, I like to try to follow along by using notifications on certain real-time Twitter translators whom I find to be reliable*.
I'm listing the real-time translator accounts I know of here in case anyone else finds it useful. Please also feel free to comment if you know of others--but read below for the types of accounts I cannot in good faith promote, okay?
SEL and also SEL but for WeVerse stuff
MIINIYOONGS
YOONSEO
KOO PICASSO
CLAIRE
CHARTS K
BANGTAN SUBS
Use this list at your own discretion.
*Please note: I am not a cancel-culture type of person. I'm a Gen Xer and I highly value independent critical thinking skills. I will never throw stones, nor do I typically grab a torch or pitchfork and go after someone in public.
If you're a fascist, racist, sexist, any kind of queerphobic, an anti, a manti, hate on a member, or are a rabid cult member, I will quietly report and block you and then just turn my attention to what I want out of life, not what I don't. (When I say anti, I'm also including people who post sasaeng-type content that endangers our members.)
But I do sometimes follow people I don't agree with, because I don't want to live in an echo chamber. I'm not out to police people--not their thoughts or ships or personal lives. I also allow for people to make mistakes and have flaws, because that's how humans learn, and it's especially commendable if they apologize and are working on changing.
You have to demonstrate to me the active will to lie or cause harm for me to completely reject you--and once I do that, we're done done. So please know, I am very, very careful about how I judge others. Because...
Why am I telling you this?
Because some of these translators post hurriedly and make mistakes, or they mishear, or they have to work or study and cannot always translate for all 7 members every hour of the day. Sometimes they just get it wrong. And I can absolutely forgive that. They are providing a free service, they always apologize for errors, and I know to do my due diligence and get translations from many sources, because Korean is nuanced and tonal and therefore open to some interpretation. Whenever there's a doubt, I ask a native Korean.
What I won't tolerate is a translator picking fights with native speakers, being rude to questioners, or skewing a translation in favor of their ship (or not-ship). Nor will I follow a translator who has hinted at disliking a member, no matter how far back in their past. That's where I draw my lines.
But some folks listed above may be problematic for you. That's cool. If you want to DM me with evidence of intentional wrongdoing, I will listen with an open mind and decide if I need to stop following them or listing them here. But so far, I've been following these folks for months--many of them have been systematically attacked by the cult specifically because they love Jimin or view Jikook positively. They get absolutely railroaded if they get a single phrase wrong and ratioed as antis or liars sometimes. And I'm sorry, but I know from working as an editor of translated novels back in the day, translation is HARD.
Please do your due diligence and police your own internet experience. I cannot judge for you what you find acceptable. There are big accounts that translate but also post hotel info and flight info and photos of the Tannies' homes and family and friends and vacations and rumors and if that sets right with you, that's your business. It's human to be curious and I'm not trying to be judgey, because I've honestly been curious about some of that stuff too, but that's not a loving way to be an ARMY and I'm not gonna promote those accounts.
I will say that in my experience, all humans are flawed, all money is dirty, and all life is about compromise. It's always good to ask people where they stand before making assumptions. Text errors I can forgive; malintent I cannot.
At the end of the day, people who translate with good intentions genuinely amaze me and have my respect.
It's totally fine by me if you don't agree. But don't bring drama to this post. People who bring drama will be forced to ride the drama llama, you hear?
Love, Roo
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why are you so aggressive I thought from your reply, from the way you phrased it, you assumed I was calling someone else, especially korean, a hag stan and being super rude and disrespectful. I was simply clarifying thus I wasn't aiming it at others but myself this maybe the deprecating humor would be less disrespectful. "take it or leave it" man I was just trying to have a conversation with you. you talk about not wanting to seem intimidating but you really can be very off-putting when approached over simple stuff. I really liked and respected you but man :|
😭 I wrote a long response for you completely humouring you explaining why your example probably wasn't a good idea and gave you an alternative. You sent a passive aggressive follow up implying you were unhappy with my reply so I clarified what I meant. At no point have I been aggressive towards you, I've only tried to be helpful, because I didn't want you accidentally saying something that would embarrass you. I get that I can be blunt sometimes but please reexamine the situation because I've treated you and your question with nothing but respect, I just can't do anything about it if you simply don't like my answer
#assertive is not aggressive#and btw calling yourself a hag stan is not self depreciation it is literally depreciating the women 😭#calling women past the kpop expiry date 'hags' is insulting like that's the whole point#of hag stan satirising it. but if you're trying to introduce the concept it just sounds offensive to the women you stan#if youre just calling yourself old then you can say 아줌마 too it would just... still be weird to talk ab yourself like that
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These translations mustn't be translated properly bc majority of the time they hardly make any sense n it annoys me. One of the options could be phrased rudely so I don't pick that one bc I don't wanna sound rude, but when looking at the original Korean n translating that, it actually is really uplifting n kind. It's literally two different stories and ooc characters
#was looking at fan translations n nearly banged my head in bc wtf#honestly just might look up fan translations n use them for the actual story bc wtf#also the pacing kinda sucks ass ngl#the amount of times i find smth put n the. it turns to black. only to open the next story chapter n feel like i missed smth#bc they threw us into a weird time skip or different task while the other remains unresolved#arcana twilight#.talks
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Suga's absolute lack of facial expressions when being interviewed by Jimmy were so funny. I love how Army kept laughing because we know his personality. He looked really good. It's nice that he doesn't feel the pressure to speak English. I know he wishes he spoke better English but I think Yoongi makes it a point to speak Korean instead of memorizing some English phrases because it's important to him that people are allowed to speak their own language and be understood, and that not everyone knows English. Also, he got lucky he didn't have to taste vinegar or extremely spicy chicken (he probably has a good tolerance level though). It was funny that he was supposed to have the entire spoon of sugar but he was just like "Nope, no way" and Jimmy just had to accept that and spit out his own spoon of salt. I honestly don't know what the better option in that scenario was. Neither pure salt nor pure sugar taste good. I thought Jimmy had the salt because he was so disgusted and maybe that's why the audience voted against him. They probably thought the salt would taste worse than the sugar. Neither tastes "good" lmao. Yoongi did a pretty good job acting grossed out but since Jimmy went first it was very obvious he was the one tasting the vinegar and then Suga patted him on the arm when he had the spicy chicken haha.
Armys are always so extra on Jimmy Fallon. They even chanted Yoongi's name. It was a tad rude because Jimmy couldn't get a word in, but the screaming was also funny. But Army listens well because they shushed when Suga told them to lmao. We really are their Army.
Regarding the performance, he looked and sounded great. Like, he literally sounded perfect, like his vocals were pre-recorded but that was a live performance. I don't know if anything was edited, but he's just that good. I wish his mic wasn't so low though. Yoongi isn't a loud person so he doesn't sing or rap at a high volume and sometimes you can't hear him well over the backing track.
I forgot to mention some of my favorite bits from the interview: "Isn't the NBA more famous than me? Why do they need an ambassador?" lmao. "No drive-through". I didn't get that one until Jimmy explained haha. "I don't think the members even know the rules.". Savage. Am I a bad Army because I didn't know Suga stood for shooting guard? He still had to turn SG into SuGa.
Anyway, he did well. He's a natural, but I could tell in the interview he was a bit nervous. I think that's why he was quiet and expressionless.
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saying you’re “mad” txt hasn’t released anti romantic in English is, I’m sorry to say, racist. It may be unintentional but it IS racist. Koreans do not have to make English music for you to go to work and not annoy your coworkers. That’s not their business, just like it’s none of YOUR business what they release. It doesn’t matter how good the song is to you. It doesn’t matter if it “slaps”. It doesn’t matter that it’s given you “ANY interest in txt’s music”.
You’re just one—entitled—consumer and saying you’re mad about this is genuinely just embarrassing, no matter how lighthearted you meant the post to be. And before you come at me, it’s not “not that deep.” This is 100% a microaggression that’s perpetuated all over the place in this industry. Koreans don’t need to speak English for you as a white person. You’re annoying to think otherwise and I have absolutely no respect for that creepy attitude. And also, the fact you try to double down with some point about how this would gain them success on the charts is a ridiculously inappropriate statement. You’re not their manager, friend, or an expert. I don’t have any type of blind trust in BigHit—they’re not perfect or even great at managing their artists—but you, a white/non-Korean woman, making some kind of statement about their success just because of a work playlist is uncalled for. If their professional judgement made them want to record an English version, they would have. And the truth is, you’re only bringing that up to exude a sense of selflessness. You complain about something that is ONLY a problem to you and then back it up with some crock that is “to help them.” Again, maybe it’s unintentional but it gives the strongest air of white-saviorism. You definitely need to check yourself for that privilege, especially with the way you interact with that whole industry.
I was so confused when I checked my inbox and saw this series of messages lol, like I forgot I even posted that, so I was confused why you’re coming in my inbox three days after I said this. But I scrolled down and found my post to remind myself what I said:
I really didn’t mean for it to come off like any of the way that you described, but reading this back I can see how you got your interpretation. I just want to clarify what I was trying to say, and I’m sorry if it still doesn’t come across in the right way. First, I love the song the way it is, I generally don’t care that it’s not in English, and that goes for basically every single Kpop song I’ve heard. If I didn’t want to listen to music in Korean, I wouldn’t be a Kpop fan. I’m not saying that I wish they would just sing in English or speak in English because that would be ridiculous, and if I wanted those things I would just be a fan of artists that only sang or spoke in English. That’s not at all what I was trying to say.
Secondly, I understand that it is a big issue with people (“fans”) telling artists to speak/sing in English, so maybe I should have phrased it differently in that post, but that is simply not really the way I think about it.
Third, my coworkers and the area I live in are largely country-music loving people, so a lot of pop music isn’t exactly their taste and especially not music when it’s in a different language. Some people just like music that they can understand and sing along to without having to learn a new language, and I don’t think there’s really any harm in that unless they’re being rude and/or disrespectful towards people who are fans of that type of music. Because of that, I stand by what I said about if the song were in English it would have been popular on American charts, like it’s undeniable that BTS started getting more radio play when they made English songs, like even my coworkers (who, again, largely listen to country, and sometimes very mainstream pop) have heard and recognize Dynamite and Butter.
Fourth, I am totally and fully aware that this music is not being made for me personally in any way, shape, or form. As you point out, I am white and an English speaker, so clearly the entirety of the Kpop genre was not created with me or anyone like me in mind. I don’t think that these artists need to cater to my specific tastes. Like damn lol I don’t think my opinion is gonna change anything, I don’t expect it to have any influence, just like when I complained about Sticker and said Lemonade should’ve been the title track, I didn’t think that opinion mattered either because it doesn’t. I’m sure their management teams are gonna do their best to make the best decisions for the group.
So lastly, Anti-Romantic is a terrific song exactly the way it is, I love it totally, and TXT is good too. I’m not saying anything against any of that, I was just trying to express my frustration that my coworkers don’t like Kpop music in the slightest (and to each their own, people like the music that they like. I like Kpop and they don’t. They like screamo music or country music, and I don’t really like either of those much), and since I know they won’t give the songs a chance in Korean, I just wish there was the opportunity for them to fall in love with the song in English, as maybe that could act as a gateway into the appreciation for more Kpop songs in Korean. Like I said up top, I’m sorry if this still comes across as rude because I really genuinely don’t mean it to be, I did mean the original post in a lighthearted way, and I am aware that there are prevalent issues throughout the world and among the Kpop community that could make that post seem a lot less lighthearted and more serious
#asks#also I don’t see there being any problem with me saying that the song is what got me into txt#cherry bomb got me into nct before that i didn’t know or care about their music#just like before anti romantic I only knew txt as the boys who like barked in a song or something
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References in Yi-Kyung’s series
There’s going to be some things referenced in Yi-Kyung’s series that I feel would need to be explained. So, here we go!
Beliefs/Superstition:
-Fan Death: many South Koreans believe that if one sleeps with the fan on during the summer with the door closed and without open windows, the fan will steal the sleeping person’s breath, leading to their death.
-Writing someone’s name in red ink is taboo, as red ink is meant for the name of someone who is deceased. This is also the case in Japan, where names on tombstones are etched in red. In Korea, writing someone’s name using red ink when that person is still alive means that the writer wishes that the person whose name they wrote down dead. This belief isn’t really that popular anymore, but many still see writing someone who is alive’s name in red ink as very rude.
-A shared superstition with China and Japan, the number four is very unlucky. Many elevators in South Korea use the letter F to indicate the 4th floor of a building. The reason why this number is unlucky is that their word for four sounds similar to their word for death, much like Japan.
-don’t lie down right after eating in South Korea, otherwise you could turn into a cow!
-eat taffy on days when you have a test! Why? Because it’ll make information “stick” in your head after you’ve learned it!
Urban Legends:
-Mr. Cuckoo: a man who was sent to one of the worst psychiatric facilities in South Korea, where he was mistreated horribly by a female patient. This led him to hate all women and so when he escaped one day, reports of a man attacking high school girls with an ax began flooding in. It’s said that if you were to walk by an alley and Mr. Cuckoo was there, he would jump out and scream “Cuckoo! Cuckoo! Cuckoo!” Now, if you want to survive your ordeal, repeat the phrase back and run for your life. If he gets close enough to ask “Do you know Mr. Cuckoo?”, reply yes and HAUL ASS OUT OF THERE!
-Sack Man: kind of like the Boogeyman, this legend involves a man carrying a straw sack that he puts children in. What does he do? Some say he eats the kids, others say he scolds them before sending them home. Korean parents will use this story as a way to make their kids behave, saying “If you don’t listen to what we say, the Sack Man will get you!”
Folk Culture:
-Bulgasari: a legendary Korean creature, it is made up of these animals: a bear, an elephant, a rhino, a tiger and a bull. According to legend, the creature grows taller whenever it consumes metal. It is seen as a warning of material greed. In 1985, South Korean filmmaker Shin Sang-ok was more or less forced to make a film based on the creature, titled Pulgasari. The film was made because Kim Jong-il was a major fan of kaiju movies and was a lifelong admirer of the director, who was kidnapped along with his wife in 1978. Sang-ok and his wife escaped in 1986,while in Europe for a film festival.
Places:
-Buk-han: the South Korean term for North Korea. Translates to Northern Han.
-Everland: South Korea’s largest amusement park, it is located in Yongin in the Gyeonggi-do province. The park opened in 1976 and at the time of Yi-Kyung’s story, it is the home of her favorite coaster in South Korea, Eagle Fortress. The coaster would shut down for good in 2009.
Terms:
-Oppa: big brother, used by girls only. When a boy address his big brother, Hyeong is used instead.
-Eomma: mom. Mother in Korean is Eomeoni.
-Appa: dad. Father in Korean is Abeoji.
-Halmeoni: grandmother.
-Harabeoji: grandfather.
-Jobumonim: grandparents.
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In his mind the floor of his van was just about to get wet, along with portions of the seat and some of her clothes. The road itself wasn’t something he’d describe as smooth but nothing could have prepared Yusuke for what he saw. ‘Chucking water on the burn..normal. But what the hell was THAT?!’ The moment her eyes began glowing he saw the burn from her skin slowly disappearing from view. Just who was this woman? Never in his life has he ever seen such efficient healing.
But for now he would be forced to remain focused on where they were going. As she says, if these people were part of a korean mob, then they’ve probably made eyes on Yusuke’s plates and were probably planning to raid his apartment as he thought of all of this. “That’d definitely be the better idea, but I have a feelin’ they’d be coming after us anyway. I get to kick more ass AND I get some answers, Two snitches, one bullet type’a deal. Either way Supergirl hope ya don’t mind small houses cause that’s where we’re goin’.”
She could feel the cooling sensation of the water as it slid down her throat, into her stomach, and finally, into the ever-churning stream of water in her hydrotubules. The fresh water replacing what she had lost already helped her feel a bit rejuvenated, even if it was just a placebo effect and wouldn't really make a difference until at least about twenty minutes had passed. Vartouhi finished off the bottle of water, crushing the plastic into a tiny ball between her hands. For a moment, she struggled with where to put the trash, before deciding to leave it in the cubby on the inside of the passenger's side door. She'd try to remember to get it later, so as not to be rude, she thought.
Vartouhi turned her attention back to Yusuke, biting her bottom lip in concern at his prediction. She unfortunately had to agree, they would probably be pursued before long, if they weren't already. She tipped her head at his wording, not quite understanding his phrasing but getting the gist from context clues, at least. "Any shelter would be preferable to roaming the streets like I've been doing the past few weeks..." she admitted, leaning back in the seat to let her head fall back against the head rest. Her eyes moved to take in the city scenery passing by them. "Why are you helping me?" she asked, curious.
#v.r#au: if there is such a thing as eternity i want to believe in it#thuganomxcs#i moved it to a new post 'cause of stinking legacy editor
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SOUTH KOREAAAAA
After Australia I decided to go to my favorite country, South Korea! South Korea is located right under its evil older brother North Korea, and between the Yellow Sea and the Sea of Japan. The currency for Korea is won, and one dollar in the United States is equivalent to 1356.95 won. They also have different etiquette than anywhere else in the world. It is considered rude to shake someone's hand without using both of your hands, and only if you know you are below their social rank or age. It is also rude to assume that you can call someone by their first name, you should either say their last name or ask them what they would like to be called. It is also considered impolite to decline going out for either food or drinks, and something that goes with that is that you should not pour your own liquor when you are out. The national language is of course Korean, although there is polite lingo as well as impolite. Luckily for me, I already know some phrases in Korean, as well as I can read Hangul which is their written language. Although I might know how to say words, I most likely would not know what it means. The first city I am going to be going to is Seoul and I will be going to three attractions. The first place I am going to see is Seoul Tower, Changdeokgung Palace, and the Dongdaemum Market.
The first day I got to South Korea I decided to go to the Seoul, and I got there pretty late and the time differences from all the places I have been are totally fucking me up. So I got to my airbnb and I absolutely love it there. It is basically just one single room in a L shape and it's so cuuuute. I learned quickly that it has a very open concept, like there are windows on almost every single wall and if there are no windows then it is because behind the wall is another airbnb. I love having open concepts but maybe not this open… I like having space to myself and having privacy. There is a private patio where all of the windows face but it’s still a little bit foreign to me. I do love all the wood accents over the entire place because it makes me feel comfortable.
The first morning in Seoul I got some breakfast from McDonalds and then I made my way over to N Seoul Tower. The tower is located on Namsan Mountain and is the tallest building in Seoul at 784’ tall. The original name was Namsan Tower but in 2005 they changed it to N Seoul Tower, which the N stands for “Namsan”, “New”, and “Nature”. As I walked up the mountain to the tower, there was only some wildlife but not a whole lot. Which didn’t really surprise me because Seoul is so jam packed with people and city life. Although I did see a few of their national birds, Magpies! They symbolize luck and good fortune, which I definitely needed walking up all that way to the tower. The walk was around 45 minutes but it felt like hours, because I absolutely hate hikingggg. The view was really pretty though!
After my tiring hike up seoul tower, I got to explore the lively Dongdaemun Market in Seoul, and it was an absolute blast! The market was buzzing with energy, a perfect mix of old-school charm and modern flair. Everywhere I turned, there were amazing sights and smells – from delicious street food stands to colorful stalls packed with trendy clothes and cool accessories. I loved getting lost in the maze of shops, stumbling upon unique finds and haggling for the best deals. The vibe was super energetic, and I felt like I was part of something really special. It was such a fun and unforgettable experience, giving me a real taste of Seoul's vibrant culture and style.
Visiting Changdeokgung Palace in South Korea was like stepping into a fairytale! This UNESCO World Heritage site is absolutely stunning, with its beautifully preserved architecture and serene gardens. As I wandered through the palace grounds, I was amazed by the intricate details of the buildings and the vibrant colors that seemed to tell stories of a bygone era. The Secret Garden, or Huwon, was my favorite part – it felt like a hidden oasis with its peaceful ponds, pavilions, and lush greenery.
The whole experience was both relaxing and awe-inspiring. I loved imagining what life might have been like for the royalty who once roamed these halls. Walking through the palace, I felt a deep connection to Korea’s rich history and cultural heritage. It was such a refreshing change of pace from the bustling city life, and I left feeling inspired and completely enchanted by this magical place. Even on my walk back to my airbnb I was still thinking about the amazing architecture.
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♡Quote: ♡“You feel that little tickle in your stomach? Yeah, that’s love you goober.”♡
♡Full name character: Song Yuqi
♡Nickname: Bunny, Bun-Bun
♡Realm of birth(if earth, nationality): Heaven
♡Age: 23
♡Date of Birth: April 26, 2000
♡Gender: Female
♡Preferred Pronouns: She/Her
♡Race: Cupid
♡Sexual Orientation: Pansexual
♡What languages does your character speak?: Korean, English (kinda), Chinese, picked up random phrases from different people of different areas (and no she doesn’t know what they all mean, uses the word “yeet” in the wrong context for example)
♡What is the level of Korean and how did they learn to speak it: Fluent from spending most of her life there while traveling occasionally around, spreading the love <3
♚ // Character ; Appearance
♡Skin Color: Fair with a shiny pink glow everywhere, glow will diminish without love/attention
♡Eye color: Honey Brown
♡Scars: None
♡Piercings: Earlobes, tongue (with a heart shaped pink ball)
♡Tattoos: A series of 3 small hearts on her collarbone
♡Hair color: Naturally dark brown, always has it dyed some fun color
♡Abnormalities: Does freakishly adorable count? Abnormally hyper? Supernaturally goofy?
♡Horns/ wings/ etc.: small, fluffy white wings with a pink tint towards the ends
♡Transformed form: n/a
♚ // Character ; Personality
♡Six personality traits:
♡Affectionate, ♡Optimistic,♡ Playful, ♡Demanding, ♡Jealous, ♡Clingy
♡Likes:
♡Candy (specifically suckers), ♡Physical touch, ♡Spicy food, ♡High places, ♡Intimacy (even among friends)
♡Dislikes:
♡Rudeness, ♡Mushrooms, ♡Shouting in anger, ♡Rainy days, ♡Math of any sort
♡Manias: Affection, needs to feel that buzz of connection, whether the person wants to or not (ie: the grump that doesn’t want to talk to her, she’ll make it her personal quest to make them like her)
♡Phobias: Abandonment- Even though her outward confidence is brighter than the sun, Yuqi deeply fears rejection of any kind, and quite frankly wouldn't know what she would do with herself if a person completely cut her off
♡Animal: Bunny
♡Religion: Devoted to Aphrodite and Love in general
♡Favorite song: TWICE "The Feels" M/V - YouTube
♡Vice: Lust
♡Virtue: Kindness
♡Personality description:
Envision a ray of sunshine meeting the ground , then you’d see Yuqi peeking out from the rays with a goofy grin on her face. This girl has a hard time taking anything seriously, and will crack a joke about literally everything. Life in her eyes is all about having fun and loving fully and wholly, without regrets. Ever the cheerful person, she’ll make it her personal mission to improve your day if you’re having a bad one.
That doesn’t mean she doesn’t have bad days, just like everyone else, she’s just become better at hiding it. Being the fun, bubbly one all the time comes with its drawbacks. When Yuqi is having a bad day, typically stemming from lack of touch or someone being angry/upset with her, she’ll most likely keep to herself, not wanting to spread her sadness. Love is the only thing there should be, right? She tends to internalize and blame herself for things, whether they were actually her fault or not. This may (definitely) stem from watching her parents fall out of love, despite her trying her hardest to keep them together. In a sick twist, her desire to separate herself from people only feeds into her sour feeling, as she literally needs affection to function as a cupid. It usually takes one of her friends or lovers noticing her mood to come to her and offer comfort to pull her out of her depressed feelings.
If you don’t like physical touch, stay far away from Yuqi. From holding your hand to full on launching herself into your arms, she’s constantly seeking physical touch. Her friends have come to accept her fingers tracing their skin at any moment, a soft sigh leaving her lips as she can literally feel the touch making her lighter (both physically and mentally). Kissing is one of her all time favorite things, making her feel even better than just touching with her hands alone. Don’t be worried though, Yuqi is also extremely caring about personal desire, and would never, ever do anything like kissing you without your explicit permission. It might be hard for her not to view you saying no as rejection, but she’s working on this thing people call “personal space” (especially with people she’s just met), even if she doesn’t think it should be a thing that exists in the first place.
♚ // Character ; Powers
♡Magical Powers:
♡Love Potions: will make you a love potion for the price of a kiss! Only lasts for 1 day as of right now though, so make it count!
♡Love Arrow: making a heart with her fingers and using her other hand to pull, a small golden string with a golden arrow on it will appear that she can shoot at people. Based on her intention and intuition as a cupid, she can light the spark of love that the person has in their heart. This is not a sure fire thing though, that spark has to be there for Yuqi to ignite it. If there is no love for the other already in their heart, Yuqi can’t cause love to be there out of nothing
♡Flight: can fly small distances, Yuqi likes to use them to hover a few inches off the ground instead of walking most of the time (mostly to make up for her being short)
♡Non-magical Powers:
♡Very nimble/flexible
♡Painting- mostly paints flowers
♡Weaknesses:
♡Lack of Love- not only does not having frequent affection make Yuqi feel like crap, it can physically make her sick or even cause death in extreme situations. This is why she becomes so distressed when people are upset with her. You can say fixing that relationship takes over her entire being, wanting to fix whatever it is that caused the person to have bad feelings towards her.
♡Obsession- Yuqi hasn’t really experienced true love yet, but when she inevitably does, not only will she lose her powers to spread love to others (which she views as an integral part of herself), but given her clingy personality, she could quite easily become obsessed with the person. Obsession to the point that it becomes a harmful thing. Love comes and goes, but for Yuqi truly loving someone that doesn’t love her back or losing that love could potentially be life changing/threatening.
♡Naive/Gullible- Most wouldn’t view this as a weakness, more of a bad trait, but when it comes to Yuqi, it is a weakness 100%. To say Yuqi views the world through rose tinted glasses 90% of the time is an understatement. She doesn’t like to see bad in the world, and makes the conscious choice to view even blatantly negative things in a brighter light as much as she can. Because of this, and her constant need for attention (even negative attention coming from people who do not have her best interest in mind) she has found herself in some pretty scary situations.
♚ // Character ; The Student
♡Study Style: If it’s a subject she enjoys, she excels (loving the praise from a job well done), if it’s not, her mind tends to wonder
Favorite class: Swimming
Least favorite class: Math I
classes (5-8) :
♡Drawing and Painting
♡Math I
♡Swimming
♡Biology
♡Astronomy
♡Computer Science
♡Sign Language
♚ // Character ; The Past
♡Date of Birth: April 26, 1999
♡Date of Death: n/a
♡Crime Record: none
♡Has your character attended Insolitus Academy in the past?
No
♡Background:
Yuqi came to be in a fluffy white cloud. Imagine a puff of glitter and sunshine coming together to form a person and you’d have a fairly accurate vision of how this cupid came into being. She spent most of her early childhood in heaven, flitting about with the angels and other beings of light before moving down to Earth to be adopted by a Chinese couple living in Korea due to her father’s job. In her early life she was surrounded by love, her adoptive parents doting on their little bunny and each other. Yuqi was the happiest she thought she could ever be. Sure, there were hardships, but the ever present sunshine in her soul shielded her from the harsh reality of the world, instead showing her that even the darkest shadows were able to be reached by light. As she grew, she spread as much love as she could, always on the lookout for the spark of affection or longing in all those around her, from her friends and family to random people she crossed in her day to day life, making sure she did what she could to help foster love and happiness. Her upbringing was typical, full of trips to the zoo, struggling in math class and being picked on by the school bully (for being too happy of all things, they ended up close friends until he moved away their sophomore year). She dated around, enjoying the simple pleasures of the company others provided. Her heart soared, feeling like she was walking on clouds (not literally though as she kept her wings tucked nicely against her back, hidden of course). Her flings adored her, though she never truly felt that spark she saw so often in others. But she was perfectly fine with that, choosing instead to focus on the amazing feelings that coursed through her growing body as those around her sprinkled her with affection. To say she thrived was an understatement.
Unfortunately that carefree feeling wasn’t meant to last. Starting shortly after her fourteenth birthday things started to fall apart. She slowly watched her parents, her everyday living proof of how amazing loving another person could be, fall out of love. It started with bickering, soon moving onto entire blow ups that Yuqi watched with wide, confused eyes. How could this happen? She watched as the brilliant flame of love slowly faded from her parents, even though she tried her hardest, using all of her abilities to try to keep the fire kindled. They divorced when she was 16, leaving the choice of who she stayed with to their daughter. Heartbroken, Yuqi chose to live with her mother in hopes that the woman would be more open to relearning to love her ex husband in time. Try as she might, her parents simply didn’t love each other anymore. Yuqi blamed herself entirely, doubt filling her mind with her own powers and abilities. How could she claim to be a cupid, to be a being who spread love and joy and happiness, when she couldn’t even keep her own parents in love? She withdrew into herself, staying locked in her room as she slowly became sick. She thought that it was just penance for her inabilities. As she grew weaker and weaker, she thought about what she could have done differently, how she could have done better.
It took another cupid, one that she had known from her time in Heaven, coming to see her to make her better. The older being explained to her that even though their job, their very being, was to embrace the love in the world, they also needed to accept that love is not universal. Nor is it permanent, especially among humans. Human beings were fickle creatures, always evolving both physically and emotionally. And this meant that feelings come and go like the weather, especially feelings of love and attraction. That does not mean that she failed, just that ultimately the most important people in her life were human. And thus subject to human whims. Yuqi took the words to heart, opening herself up to accepting that there was nothing more she could have done. She left her room, reaching for the physical comfort and healing that came with a long hug from her mother as she cried all the pain out onto her mother’s shirt. It took time, but she grew to understand that this just happened sometimes.
Years later, Yuqi was ready to see the world on her own. Both her parents, to her absolute delight, had remarried, the flame burning brightly again in both of them. She had also grown as a person, her bubbly personality pulling all sorts of people into her path. She learned more about people, different personalities showing her the complexity of life. Of course she took every opportunity to ignite that spark of love, but she paid more attention to the shape of the flame, instead sometimes encouraging a lifelong friendship or a much needed professional relationship. There were many different types of love and longing, and Yuqi learned quickly to tell the difference. So here she was, her parents happily married (even if it wasn’t to each other), the happiness of friends and loved ones around her, and a boundless future of her choosing. When she heard of Insolitus, a school full to the brim with people like her, it wasn’t even much of a choice. She packed her bags, kissing her mom on the cheek before she boarded the train into a future that she couldn’t be more excited about.
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BONUS: TYPOGRAPHY SKETCHBOOK Practice Task 2: Flourishes and Swirls
Okay so context before I drop the bonus fun practice peace:
I've followed Seb Lester for donkeys years and he was at the time I first found his work, primarily known for beautiful calligraphy of rude words and/or phrases. (He's brilliant - and on tumblr too!). So of course when the brief is "words with swirls and flourishes" one of the things that comes to mind is "make swear words look pretty"
This was also pretty soon after the D-Day The Final concerts. And of course the 'Shiiiiiiiballlll' memes were doing the rounds again. I had to.
It was a little bit of fun and I mean, practice is practice, right?
(My apologies for all the romanised Korean! Far far future goals is to be able to play with lettering for Japanese and Korean too, but that... is probably a way off)
but without further ado - Shibal, lettered. With flourishes and swirls. (And super stylised lotus flowers. If you know, you know.)
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✧ OC Asks! ✧
From here: link-sama
The story the oc is from: alphas//alfas
1. How does your OC feel about their full name?
She like's it, "Hyori" is from Sino-Korean ideograms that means "filial piety, obedience" and "gains, advantage, profit, merit". Which, having on account her temper, it's really ironic. So, she thinks it's funny and genuinely likes it.
2. What do strangers notice about them first?
Probably her eyes. She is very plain-looking, and her eyes are not an exception, but her gaze tends to be defiant, and that is noticeable (even more if she's angry at the moment)
3. How does their social personality differ from how they act when they’re alone?
Her social personality is very eager to pick fights and generally distrustful with everyone, but when she's alone she's a very peaceful person. She's loving and kind with her loved ones and that shows while being alone with them.
4. How do they act around a crush?
She's very clear with her surroundings about that she has a crush. She will ask for a dance, offer her help, being openly kind and sweet, etc. She's a nervous mess but that's not stopping her.
5. Do they have a “tell” for when they’re lying?
She usually doesn't like to lie, so when she does I think it's kinda obvious.
6. What do they smell like?
She's a canid in my book, so her scent is coffee, but she also smells like her family scent (chocolate, tea with honey, cake and peach).
7. What is their hair texture like?
Straight (not like her) and thin.
8. How much jewelry do they wear, and do they have a favorite or distinguishing piece?
She likes to fight, so she's not used to wear jewelry in a daily basis. Anyways, when clubbing she uses earrings (various pieces at the same time to show the pierced ears) and chokers or rings. Probably she has one favorite: an old necklace she bought in a thrift shop, that she treats like a family treasure.
9. Do they have a word or phrase that they tend to overuse?
It's not a specific word or phrase, but she tends to be creative while insulting or threatening someone. For example:
"Be more specific, toilet brush head." -chapter 36 in "Alphas"
"Close your ass hole or I'll sew it shut with barbed wire, you impotent piece of shit" -chapter 58 in "Alphas"
10. What is a weird quality that they have (ie their hands are always cold, they’re always hungry, they snort when they laugh, etc)?
She's very easy to anger, and people tend to pick on her because she looks like someone weak.
11. What color do they look strikingly good in?
Green, specially olive green.
12. How do they show affection to someone they love?
Physically. Hugs, kisses, acts of service, showing preocupation, etc.
13. Do they make strong/frequent eye contact when they talk to someone?
yes, lots!!
14. What attributes do they have that are inherited from their parents or shared with their siblings/other relatives?
She's very similar-looking with her older brother, Seth.
15. Are their greatest flaw and their greatest strength related and in what way? (ie very caring and helpful but a doormat, or very observant and shrewd but often paranoid)
Hyori is blatantly honest about what she thinks about people, and also very easy to anger, she tends to react before thinking and that gave her lots of problems.
16. How has their childhood affected the way they view an aspect of their life (people, education, society, themselves, etc)?
Her mothers are very sweet and caring people, they raised her and her siblings with lots of love and respect and therefore she's very confident in many aspects of herself. Her mothers and, later, her brothers are all alphas, so she grow with a lot of freedom, that [SPOILER] as later she's revealed as an omega, brings problems to her way, since her ways are too rude for omegas. But she doesn't care, so it's fine.
#park hyori#original writing#wattpad writer#oc stuff#abo#omegaverse#oc character#original character#yverest#wattpad#yves#oc tag#writing tag#text tag#tag#original character tag#tag game#oc tag game#oc questions#oc quotes#quotes#poems and quotes
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