#her name is Concepcion

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[domjaehyun]

under the influence (l.dh)

PAIRING ▸ stoner!haechan x fem!reader WORD COUNT ▸ 11.6k WARNINGS ▸ a hint of dubcon (she’s timid but very much likes the attention), pervy!dom!haechan, shy!sub!reader, slight dacryphilia, corruption kink, finger sucking, oral (giving & receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, fingering, nipple play (receiving), marking, some cum eating, spit play, groping in public, panty stealing & sniffing PLAYLIST ▸ FYS - john concepcion, sweet release - kevin ross NOTES ▸ hii i hope you enjoy! any and all positive feedback is greatly appreciated, so send me an ask if you liked it or let me know in the tags pretty please :) 

As you press the button to call the elevator, you start to get the jitters. They start in your fingertips and travel up your arms to the back of your neck, making the fine hairs there stand on end, and you shudder slightly, shaking your head in an attempt to do away with the sensation.

The doors open with a ding, and you jump at the sound, making Yeri look over at you in alarm.

“Are you okay?” she asks, worries, and you nod, albeit a bit too quickly and vigorously to be convincing. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” you say with a frown, and she rolls her eyes exaggeratedly. “Nothing!” you insist.

“You’re a horrible liar,” Karina reminds you, and your frown deepens. “But if you say so, I guess.” 

Relieved, you follow Yeri and Karina into the elevator and lean into the back corner of the shaft, resting your back against where the two walls meet. 

“We should watch a movie today,” Karina suggests excitedly, and she and Yeri fall into a discussion that you would join if you weren’t busy thinking about Haechan and whatever stunts he’s going to pull today. 

It takes three calls of your name from Karina and a vigorous shake from Yeri to snap you out of it, and you look at them sheepishly, rubbing the back of your neck. 

“Girl, where do you keep going? Every time I look over at you, you’re in la-la land.” Yeri asks, concerned and amused.

“Sorry, I was just… thinking.” you mumble.

“We know that,” Yeri says with a chuckle and roll of her eyes. “Thinking about what, hm?” she presses, and you balk.

“She’s probably thinking about Haechan and what stunts he’s gonna pull today.” Karina supposes, and you frown, upset you’ve been caught.

In your defense, Haechan is always up to shenanigans when you’re around; he pulls at your skirt to fluster you, plays with your hair to get your attention, strokes under your chin just to watch your eyes glaze over—you name it, he’s either done it or is probably thinking about it.

You can’t honestly say his advances are unwelcome because, well, you’ve had a crush on him for the past six months. But something about him is so intense, so jarringly locked in, that it makes you hesitate, and being the object of his full and undivided attention never fails to make you the shyest version of yourself, and you manage to make a fool of yourself almost every single time you get around him, and you have no idea how you’re going to deal with his antics today. 

“Girl.” Karina’s voice cuts through the fog in your brain and you blink hard, focusing on your friend’s concerned expression. “You’re doing it again.”

“Oh. Sorry,” you mutter, rubbing your arm awkwardly. “I’m here, for real.”

As the bell dings and the doors open, the three of you file out of the elevator, walking towards the end of the hall to your destination.

“If you need help with him, let us know. We can make up a code word!” Karina suggests helpfully, and you smile, endeared by your friend’s attempt to calm your nerves.

“What should it be?” you wonder, and she screws her face up thoughtfully.

“Blinker.” Yeri answers, and you both turn to look at her. “It should be blinker. Like, if he’s getting too close and you can’t handle it, you can just say you kinda wanna try hitting a blinker or something like that.”

“The last time I hit a blinker, I coughed for ten minutes straight and it was the most painful experience of my life.” Karina recalls, grimacing at the memory. “It’s perfect.”

“Great.” Yeri says, smiling reassuringly at you before the three of you stop in front of the apartment door. Without a second thought, Yeri knocks three times on the door, stepping back to where you two are standing and waits with you for someone to open the door.

It opens a moment later to reveal Haechan standing in the doorway, one hand on the doorframe and the other holding the door, and you wonder how such a simple stance has you short of breath.

He looks at Karina and Yeri, smiling pleasantly, before he locks eyes with you. Slowly wetting his lips, his eyes slowly drag up and down your frame, taking in your outfit and appearance before he meets your gaze once more and drops one eyelid into a flirtatious wink.

“Come on in,” he invites, stepping back to let Karina and Yeri in. When it’s your turn to pass, he moves closer, deliberately blocking part of your way so you have to brush by him to enter, and you’re sure it’s also no coincidence that he’s positioned himself so your chest has to brush against his. You swallow your nerves and continue walking past him, not daring to look back in case he’s looking at you; which, if today is anything like every other day you all hang out, he most certainly is. 

Shutting the door behind you, Haechan follows after the three of you into the living room, but waits, standing, by the chair where Mark sits—for what, you don’t know. You wave hello to Mark in his favorite armchair and Jeno on one end of the couch, who greet you pleasantly and resume their tasks of packing the bong and rolling a joint, respectively. Mildly confused but saying nothing at Haechan’s behavior, you take a seat at the other end of the couch, only for Haechan to move at last, crossing the living room to sit directly next to you.

Your throat dries up at the prospect of being so close to him, and you inhale shakily, wanting desperately to roll your eyes back in your head when you catch a whiff of his intoxicating cologne.

Haechan doesn’t say anything for a moment, just rests one elbow on his knee and observes you with his cheek in his palm. His expression is nothing short of desiring as he takes in your appearance, your burgundy pleated skirt and short-sleeved cream blouse apparently quite the fascinating little number to him, causing you to shift awkwardly in your seat and self-consciously tug your skirt down a bit.

“Relax,” he chuckles. “I’m staring at you because you look good,” Haechan compliments, eyeing you appreciatively. “You always look good, though, but today… damn.”

You blink at him, stunned by the flirtatious lilt to his voice, and mumble, “Oh.”

“Oh?” he mimics you, chuckling, and you furrow your brows, frowning at his teasing. His brows lift up as his face brightens with amusement, and he shakes his head slowly with a smile.

“Thank you.” you say softly, and he nods, smile widening. 

“You’re so cute.” he murmurs, eyes locked on yours. Your eyes dart around, looking everywhere but at him, but he recaptures your attention when he snickers quietly and you meet his gaze to see he’s no longer looking at your eyes, but your lips, and there’s a distinct longing in his stare that unnerves you and, if you’re honest, piques your curiosity. “Did you make it here okay?”

“Yeah,” you mumble quietly, eyes shifting back and forth from his eyes to your lap before you give into temptation and look at his lips, regretting it instantly when they quirk up into a smirk as he catches you looking. “The bus was basically empty, and it had heating today.”

“Mm, that’s good to hear,” he muses, running his fingers through his hair, and you attempt to hide the way you swallow thickly at the attractive sight. “We don’t want anyone pressing up against such a pretty girl and trying anything sleazy, right?”

“Um…” you trail off, managing to restrain the reply on the tip of your tongue that Haechan is probably the most likely candidate to press up against you and try something sleazy.

“...Right.” he finishes for you, and you nibble your bottom lip.

“...Right.” you echo, and he grins. 

“So… Do you wanna smoke?” he asks.

“I do,” you confirm shyly, and he smiles slightly, no doubt amused by your nervousness.

“Good girl. Did you wanna hit my pen? It’s pretty strong.” he offers, and you won’t lie—your brain blanks for a minute at the praise, but you’re pretty sure you manage to recover just in time for Haechan not to notice anything.  

“Okay,” you reply hesitantly, and he grins.

“Great—give me one second to get something.” he says before standing up and heading to the back of the apartment to his room. You wait fairly patiently, fingers lightly drumming on your knee as you wait for him to return.

“What’s up?” Mark asks curiously.

“Haechan’s getting something from his room.” you explain, and Mark nods slowly, lips pursed thoughtfully.

Haechan returns from the back of the apartment after a moment with a new cartridge in his hand. You watch with mild fascination as he deftly switches the cartridges in his pen, taking a test pull and holding it in for so much time, you’d swear he’s trying to show off.

When he looks over at you and winks before blowing it out, your suspicions are confirmed. 

“This strain is special,” Haechan murmurs to you, and his eyes drop to your lips as he continues, “it’s a ‘horny’ strain.”

“A horny strain?” you mumble, confused, and he nods with a grin.

“It heightens libido.” he adds, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. “Want some?”

“That’s not real,” Mark calls out from across the living room, and you crane your head to see him. “There’s no actual science to back that up.”

Haechan scoffs, rolling his eyes. “No one signed up for your TEDTalk on weed; save it.”

Mark grumbles something about misinformation being the death of society but remains otherwise silent.

Haechan calls your attention back to him with a simple clearing of the throat, and you look back at him to see his gaze heavy-lidded and sultry as he regards you, and you start to wonder if Mark might actually be the misinformed one.

“Want some?” he repeats his question from earlier, and you hesitate, making him roll his eyes and chuckle. “It’s not gonna bite you.” As you shift closer to take the pen from him, he holds it out of your reach with a glint in his eye. “I might, though,” he murmurs, and you swallow thickly.

He scans your frame, eyes lingering on your almost outstretched hand, and takes a slow, deep pull from the pen, not holding it in for nearly as long before he’s leaning towards you suddenly, making you yelp and draw back.

“Relax,” he mumbles, some of the smoke slipping from his mouth. He cups your chin in his hand and tugs gently to get you to open your mouth before leaning closer, so close that you fear your lips might touch, leading you to attempt to pull back; however, Haechan’s grip on your chin tightens, a clear sign to stay where you are, and he blows the smoke into your mouth slowly. You’re deeply flustered at first, but your instincts kick in as you inhale the secondhand smoke, holding it in your lungs for a couple of seconds before blowing it back out.

When you’re done exhaling, you expect to pull back, but Haechan’s grip on you hasn’t loosened, the male now studying your lips with an intensity in his gaze that gives you a twinge of anxiety and something else you don’t have it in you to identify. 

“You ever shotgunned before?” he asks softly, and you shake your head as much as his hold on you will allow. “You did a good job.”

“Thanks,” you mumble meekly. “Can you let me go now?”

He rolls his eyes slowly, lips quirking into a cocky grin as he does just that, releasing your chin and sitting back. “If you say so.”

“Thanks,” you mutter quietly, and he flicks his brows upwards in acknowledgement, gaze scanning you before lingering for a moment by the side of your face. “What is it?”

“You have something in your hair,” he says, gesturing to near your ear. When you fail to retrieve the foreign object, he tsks in dissatisfaction before leaning over and gently removing a single white feather from your hair. “Probably from the pillows.” he explains, the backs of his fingers gently grazing your ear as he pulls back. When you squirm away from his touch slightly, the contact too sensitive and ticklish, Haechan chuckles softly. “Look how nervous I make you.” His fingers return to your ear, gently stroking the shell of your ear, and your face blazes with embarrassment and something else as he hums softly. “Even your ear is hot. Do I make you hot anywhere else?” He drops his hand, fingers lightly skimming your upper thigh, and you just about jump out of your skin, cursing internally when you see the delight in his expression.

“Thanks for getting the feather out of my hair,” you say in a desperate attempt to navigate the conversation elsewhere, but it seems Haechan isn’t quite set on letting you off that easily.

“Oh, come on,” he presses, sitting closer to you and leaning so close you can smell his (delicious) cologne. “Don’t tell me your heart isn’t racing right now.”

It is, you think grimly. That’s exactly what I’m trying to avoid.

“Haechan, leave the poor girl alone,” Karina calls from the other end of the couch, and the momentary waver in Haechan’s attention on you as his eyes dart elsewhere is all you need to scoot further back and smooth your skirt out with a vigorous clearing of your throat.

When Haechan looks back over at you, you’ve thankfully managed to regain a semblance of your composure, your gaze politely but pointedly focused at your hands in your lap.

“Pretty girl, you want another hit of the pen?” Haechan offers, and you think back to the way Haechan clutched your chin earlier to shotgun you, finally shaking your head in refusal. “Okay,” he relents, reaching into his back pocket for something and frowning before pulling out an empty hand. “I have something for you.” he says before standing up and heading back to his room.

He emerges once more with a half of a red gummy cube sticking out of his mouth, sitting back down on the couch and draping his arm over the back so it’s ghosting just over your shoulders. “Bite,” he urges through closed teeth, and you shoot him a wary look. “Bite,” he stresses, and you falter, not sure if you should.

“Is it an edible?” you ask cautiously, and he rolls his eyes, an amused chuckle leaving him. 

“Yes. Bite.” It’s not a request, and instead of getting huffy about him bossing you around, you’re more surprised than anyone else when you lean in and carefully bite the other end of the gummy, tugging your half away from his mouth before chewing it. It’s sweet and sugary, but there’s a definite strong aftertaste, a tongue-drying, almost numbing sensation that reminds you it was more than just a little snack. “See, you don’t mind sharing with me, right?”

You don’t answer, instead sitting back and pulling out your phone to fire off a quick text to your group chat consisting of the two girls sitting a little ways away from you and your fourth roommate, Yurin, who usually frequents these hangout sessions but had to pass this time to study for midterms.

you [18:11pm] SOS

you [18:11pm] he keeps being all TOUCHY TOUCHY what do i do?

You set your phone down on the couch face down and stand up, heading to the bathroom to calm your nerves. 

Little do you know, your phone buzzes while you’re gone, Haechan’s curiosity getting the better of him as he flips your phone over. 

Luckily for him, and very unluckily for you, you don’t have a privacy setting on your Messages app notifications, meaning that any incoming texts can be read by any prying eyes, no passcode necessary.

yurin big trouble mister [18:14pm] maybe tell him how you get all TOUCHY TOUCHY with yourself to the thought of him 😁

karina bo bina [18:16pm] god could you be any more crass??

yurin big trouble mister [18:17pm] LMAOOO i couldn’t help it the joke was right there

yeri berry [18:18pm] you’re laughing. our dear friend is about to get consumed by a weed smoking incubus and you’re laughing.

Haechan snorts to himself in amusement, deliberately leaving your phone face-up for your return. You enter the room shortly after, picking up your phone and scrolling through your notifications with a small frown bordering on a grimace.

“What’s got you all upset, pretty?” Haechan asks, feigning curiosity, and you flinch, locking your phone and tossing it in your lap in a panic. “And now you’re jumpy, too? What’s on that phone that’s got you so stressed out, hm?” 

“Nothing,” you answer far too quickly for your liking. 

“I don’t think it’s nothing,” Haechan persists, voice lowering in pitch and volume as he moves closer to you, eyes bright with excitement and something else you can’t quite place. “I think there’s something incriminating on that phone.”

“Incriminating?” you mumble, dazed and flustered, and Haechan nods slowly, lips curling into a wolfish grin. 

“Incriminating like… nudes, maybe,” he muses, tapping his chin thoughtfully, and at the sight of your confused face, shakes his head. “That must not be it. Maybe a message of some sort… from a friend…” You freeze as you realize exactly what’s going on, and Haechan’s grin only widens now that he can tell you know that he knows. “Wonder what you look like when you… how did she put it? ‘Get all touchy touchy with yourself’ to the thought of me.” 

“Haechan,” you murmur, heart rate quickening as you try to think of any possible way out of this conversation. “It’s not what you think it is.”

“I think it’s exactly what I think it is.” he counters with a mischievous wiggle of his brows, and you whimper in panic, desire starting to blaze in his eyes at the sound. 

“What were you doing looking at my phone, anyway?” you accuse, cursing to yourself as your voice shakes slightly.

“I’m nosy,” is all he offers in response. “And, oh, please, you wanted me to see that text. You wanted me to know that late at night,” he teases, pulling your hand closest to him away as you squeal and try to cover your ears, “you touch your pretty little pussy,” he forces your hand back down between you two with a chuckle, “and think about me.”

“Could you lower your voice, please?” you mumble nervously, and he just laughs.

“You don’t want everyone to know that you’re into me, do you?” he remarks, and you swallow thickly, looking down at your lap. “I’ll keep your little secret. For a price.”

You study him out of the corner of your eye suspiciously. “What price?”

He strokes his chin thoughtfully before leaning back and draping his arm behind you on the couch. “I’ll let you know.” His voice is teasing but there’s an ominous edge to his voice that makes you gulp.

“Hey, Yeri?” you call, and her attention is on you instantly. “Remember when, um, you hit that blinker earlier? How’s your throat feeling?”

Her eyes widen almost imperceptibly in understanding and she rubs her throat gingerly, frowning deeply. “It’s still sore. Wanna come get some water with me?”

“Yes,” you accept the offer gratefully and practically spring up from the couch, following after Yeri and ignoring, to the best of your ability, Haechan’s little snicker from behind you.

“You wanna switch seats?” Yeri asks in a low, concerned voice as you two enter the kitchen, and she laughs when you hesitate.

“I mean, I like it, I just… need a quick break.” you mumble, and she nods, pouring herself a glass of water. “Could you guys, um, hear him earlier?”

“No… why?” she scrutinizes you, and you blink, flustered. 

“He saw the group chat texts.” you mutter, and her eyes widen in alarm, setting her glass down a bit too harshly, the loud clink resonating throughout the room.

“I’m gonna kill Yurin.” she hisses.

“Not if I get there first.” you huff, and she snickers. Footsteps sound out from the living room, making their way to the kitchen, and Yeri pauses. “It’s not Haechan,” you assure her. “I think it’s Karina.”

Sure enough, Karina enters the kitchen, and Yeri looks at you in surprise. “How’d you know?”

“I recognize the footsteps.” you explain with a shrug. “Plus, the guys are wearing house slippers and we’re in, like, socks, so it makes a different sound.”

“Okay, little miss super spy.” Yeri teases with a laugh, and you giggle, pushing her playfully. “Have you recovered, you think?”

“Yeah,” you confirm, smiling. “I’m ready to go back out there.”

“What’d I miss?” Karina whines, and Yeri looks at you expectantly.

“Haechan saw the texts about me… at night… that Yurin sent.” you explain carefully, and Karina lets out a loud gasp, her hand flying to cover her mouth.

“I’m killing her.” she groans, and you and Yeri chuckle.

“Get in line, girl.” Yeri says, and Karina snorts in amusement.

“You’re gonna be okay if we go back out there, right?” Karina asks worriedly, and you’re briefly overcome with appreciation for your friends.

“I’ll be okay, I’m pretty sure. I’ll just say blinker again if anything goes wrong.” you confirm, nodding resolutely, and the crease between Karina’s brows fades away as she relaxes.

You three make your way back to the living room, fully preparing to sit back down, but thankfully, before Haechan can torment you further, Jeno inadvertently saves your life and whatever’s left of your dignity by standing up from the couch abruptly and clapping his hands together. “I’m hungry. Diner?”

“I would kill for waffles,” Karina agrees, and Mark and Haechan also stand and start to grab their belongings as you all make your way to the door and slip your shoes on. 

As you shuffle between Yeri and Karina for protection and wait as the elevator descends to the indoor garage of the apartment complex, a tickle starts to build in your throat, making you clear it quietly, then more insistently when the sensation persists. 

“You okay?” Haechan asks, hand poised over your back to pat it in assistance, and you nod.

“My throat is just… a little dry,” you mumble, and Haechan nods in understanding, reaching into his jacket and handing you a Blow Pop. “Thanks,” you mutter, pleasantly surprised as you unwrap the lollipop and stick it into your mouth. By the time the doors open on the garage floor, the flavored saliva produced by the sweet treat sitting in your cheek has almost entirely soothed your throat, and you’re feeling significantly better. 

The six of you make your way to where Jeno’s and Haechan’s cars are parked beside each other and stand behind the two cars, silently deliberating amongst yourselves.

“Well, I call shotgun.” Mark calls out, and Jeno unlocks his car, Mark sliding into the passenger seat.

“There’s no way all six of us are gonna cram into Jeno’s car,” Yeri remarks incredulously. 

“Yeah, definitely not, because my middle backseat’s seat belt isn’t working and the airbag sensors are fucked up, so it’s a seat belt or nothing in my car.” Jeno laments, and your skin starts to crawl as you realize where this might be heading. 

“So your car only seats four… and there are six of us…” you say slowly, pulling the lollipop from your lips with a muted wet pop that has Haechan eyeing you like a lion about to corner the slowest gazelle of the herd. Usually, there are seven of you, so even if you had to ride with Haechan, there’d be a third body present in the form of the lovably boisterous Yurin.

Curse Yurin’s midterms, and curse Yurin for sending that text, and curse yourself for leaving your phone where Haechan could see, and curse Haechan for being nosy—

“I’ll ride with Haechan,” Karina offers, noticing the way you become more and more quiet as you sink further into your worries. 

“No, you won’t.” Haechan says, leaning against his passenger door. Everyone looks over at him, and he just pushes off of the door, opening it and pointing directly at you. “Get in.”

“Oh, gosh.” you mumble, and you’re not sure if it’s the weed effect making you feel sluggish or you’re really that apprehensive, but you feel a bit like a puppet with sandbags for shoes, your feet hesitantly shuffling, dragging, scuffling towards Haechan’s passenger door.

“It’s an eight-minute drive,” Yeri calls to you sympathetically, and you nod, shooting her a feeble thumbs up that you don’t even believe. “We’ll see you soon!” 

“Yeah,” you croak, feeling very much like a lamb being led to slaughter, and Haechan smiles sweetly at you, baring all his teeth as you sit in his car. He closes the passenger door and crosses over to the driver’s side, opening the door and getting in. 

When Haechan finishes settling down into the driver’s seat, checking his mirror views and pulling up the GPS to the diner, he straps himself in and looks over at you, eyes scanning your frame for something—you don’t quite know what. Seemingly done with his inspection, he leans closer to you without warning and reaches for the seat belt buckle in your chair, pulling it out and over your body as he clicks it into place. The whole while, he’s invading your personal space, your breath catching in your throat as you realize his face is close enough to yours that you could probably count his lashes if you wanted to.

He turns his head ever so slightly, eyes locking on yours, and you blink rapidly in alarm, rendered immobile as he studies your face.

“You look so cute, all innocent and helpless like this.” he murmurs softly, and the tiniest of squeaks escapes you, his eyes flashing with glee at the sound. “Now stop looking at me like that,” he warns, “or I’ll kiss you.”

You blanch, trying immediately to make any other expression than the one you didn’t even know you were sporting, and he chuckles before sitting back in his seat and starting his car. He turns the air conditioning on—a strange choice, considering it’s a bit nippy outside—and pulls out of his spot, starting to drive towards the diner.

It doesn’t take long for you to get cold, goosebumps gradually appearing on your arms and legs, but you’re a bit too nervous to say anything, instead suffering in silence. You clasp your hands together in your lap, rubbing them together for warmth, and, as he stops at a red light, Haechan looks over at you, watching in fascination as you shift in your seat for any sort of friction that could warm you. After a moment, you notice his eyes fixated pointedly on your chest, and you spare a glance down to see, to your alarm, that your nipples are hard, starting to poke through your clothing, and you curse internally for wearing a thin, lacy bra that does nothing to conceal your stiffened buds.

He swipes his tongue over his bottom lip, smirking in what seems like satisfaction, before refocusing his attention on the road. You cross your arms over your chest protectively, tucking your fingers into the crooks of your elbows as he drives down the road.

“We’re here,” he announces after some time, pulling into a parking spot in front of the diner and turning the car off. The cold air blowing through the vents shuts off, much to your relief, and you unbuckle your seat belt before he gets the chance, practically flinging yourself out of the car into the significantly less cold night air.

As you all file into the diner, you notice a man staring very pointedly at you and your bare legs and your chest, where your nipples have yet to go down. 

Haechan scans the room, catches sight of the man, and follows his gaze back to where you stand, his jaw clenching.

“Put this on,” Haechan murmurs, shrugging off his jacket and offering it to you. You start to take it, eager for warmth, but pause, looking at him suspiciously.

“Why?”

His gaze flicks over your shoulder at where the man from earlier sits, and understanding dawns on you. “Just—put it on for me?” 

You nod, gratefully accepting the jacket, and Haechan steps closer, draping it over your shoulders and helping you put your arms through the sleeves. 

“Thank you,” you say quietly, and he nods.

“You look cute in my jacket.” he remarks with a small smirk, and your cheeks warm.

“Thank you,” you mumble, and he trails his tongue along his bottom lip before gesturing for you to follow after him with a jerk of his head, a quick peek past him revealing the hostess who’s arrived to take you all to your seats.

When you arrive at the booth, Haechan’s right by you, gesturing for you to go in first. You do so without complaint, preferring the inner seat anyway, but it’s when Haechan slides in next to you that you realize your mistake as he closes you into the booth corner, the main obstacle between you and freedom from, well, him.

As the hostess passes out menus and you all start to look them over, you feel the side of his hand resting against the side of your thigh, making you attempt to shift away from his hand, the touch too intimate for you to handle at the moment.

Somehow, his hand finds its way back against your leg, palm turned up slightly as he lightly grazes his fingertips along your thigh, and you suck in a sharp breath, doing your best to pass it off as a cough when Haechan looks over at you, eyes twinkling with amusement.

“I think I’m gonna get the breakfast platter,” Yeri says excitedly. “It comes with pancakes, eggs prepared how you want them, homefries, and your choice of meat.” 

“That sounds so good,” you reply thoughtfully. “I think I want a burger.” 

“Yeah, a burger sounds good,” Haechan agrees, eyes slowly sliding over to study your reaction as he flattens his palm against your leg, slowly sliding it up to caress your upper thigh. Your reaction must be nothing short of rewarding, as you jolt so forcefully that you shake the table slightly, and he chuckles softly.

“You okay, girl?” Karina asks, worried, and you nod, swallowing thickly.

“I just, um…felt a tickle on my ankle. Thought it was a bug or something.” you mumble, and she nods, eyebrows still furrowed in concern.

“I know I said waffles earlier, but I kind of want these barbecue ribs,” Karina says, pointing at an entry on the menu, but you can barely make your gaze focus on where her finger touches the menu because Haechan’s hand is still very much on your thigh, and to make matters worse, you think you like it.

His hand slides up higher, the side of his thumb slipping under the hem of your skirt, and you raise your glass to your lips in an attempt to act natural, hoping and praying no one notices the way your hand is shaking slightly.

Haechan leans in closer to you, murmuring in your ear, “This must be a dream come true for you, huh?” He grips your thigh firmly, not even attempting to play it off as a casual touch anymore, and you barely manage to stifle your yelp of surprise in time. “Must have been wanting this for so long,” he breathes secretively, smiling lips grazing the shell of your ear so subtly, no one else would notice unless they were paying unnaturally close attention.

You, however, do notice. Not only do you notice, but you suck in a sharp breath of surprise, the sudden movement making the water in your cup slosh forward and spill out slightly, a few droplets dripping down your chin.

You suck your teeth in mild irritation, glaring at Haechan as you reach for your napkin, but he’s faster, his free hand coming up and wiping the liquid off of your chin.  

“Um, thanks.” you mumble, and he nods, locking eyes with you as he licks at the pad of his thumb, cleaning off the water droplets with his mouth. “Oh, dear Neptune.” you whisper to yourself, feeling more and more overwhelmed by the moment. “Where is this waitress—I need to eat something.”

“Yeah, we should let her know we’re ready to order,” Mark says, waving a hand out to flag down the waitress. As she approaches, you sneak a peek at Haechan, whose expression is surprisingly calm and neutral given the sensual, slow circles he’s drawing on your upper thigh with his thumb.

Haechan’s hand slips further in between your legs, getting dangerously close to your core, and you decide that’s enough play time for him, clamping your legs together forcefully.

“You trapped my hand, pretty girl,” he points out with a growing grin, and you ignore him even as he continues, “I didn’t know you liked it that much.”

You still don’t give him a response, staring stubbornly out the booth window, and he chuckles before withdrawing his hand from your legs with such ease that you wonder if he was ever really stuck there.

“Oh, we’re doing the silent treatment? Copy that.” he muses, nodding slowly in understanding, and you can’t help but wonder what else he has in store for you.

Today, the energy in the room is entirely different—and you don’t like it one bit.

Haechan won’t even acknowledge you today; his eyes skip over you when he scans the room like you’re not even there, or, worse, he seems to be looking completely through you at times, completely unaffected by your presence.

“Girl, did you piss Haechan off or something?” Yeri whispers to you, and your brows knit together as you shake your head. “He hasn’t made a single move on you all day.”

“I know,” you mutter bitterly.

“Maybe he’s sick,” Karina supplies in an attempt to help, but her words practically fall on deaf ears as you stare burning holes into the side of his face as he laughs at something Mark said.

“I’m about to be sick,” you mumble, your stomach twisting uncomfortably as your somewhat secret crush that used to be obsessed with you treats you like you’re nothing more than a couch cushion.

You don’t know what’s come over you, but when Haechan gets up and heads towards the kitchen. you find yourself standing to follow, mumbling that you’ll be right back to Karina.

Haechan stands with his back to you at the kitchen island, pouring a can of something—it looks like Monster—into a glass, and you take a moment to admire his slender yet lean build, the curve of his shoulders and the perfectly mussed up state of his hair—

“I know you’re there, you know.” he says calmly, and your eyes widen as you immediately attempt to look busy doing anything other than blatantly ogling him. He turns right when you’ve reached for a bag of Ruffles chips and raises an eyebrow expectantly. “You have something you want to say?”

“What do you mean?” you ask, slightly thrown off-guard, and he blinks at you impassively.

“I noticed you staring at me,” is all he says in response, and you blanch, pursing your lips carefully.

“Haechan, are you mad at me?” you ask softly, and he smirks.

“And why do you ask that?”

You fidget with the hem of your skirt nervously, averting your gaze to look at the granite countertop. “Well, you… haven’t talked to me all night.”

Haechan doesn’t say anything for a concerningly long time, prompting you to look up at him and immediately wish you hadn’t. He looks beyond smug, and painfully attractive as he leans in slightly, not close enough to get in your space but close enough to send a thrill down your spine. 

“You were giving me the silent treatment the other day, right?” he reminds you, and you hesitate, realizing you were the cause for his radio silence. “I was just returning the favor.”

“Well, don’t.” you say with a frown, and he raises his eyebrows, amused and surprised.

“Why not? Did you miss me or something?” he teases, and you balk, losing all your nerve as quickly as you’d found it.

“No!” you answer quickly, and he arches an eyebrow skeptically, prompting you to continue, “No, I just—”

“You and I don’t really talk much, anyway,” Haechan muses, leaning his back against the island as he regards you with a cocky glint in his eyes. “So what is it you really miss, hm?”

“Well—” you struggle to find your words, and something softens in Haechan’s gaze, the cocky twinkle now accompanied with a smile bordering dangerously on fondness.

“You miss me messing with you, don’t you?” he asks, and at your lack of response, nods in confirmation. “You miss me touching you?” he questions, dragging out the syllables excruciatingly slowly. He sucks his teeth when you still don’t reply and says, “I know you do. You know you do. Now just admit it.”

“I can’t,” you protest weakly, and he shrugs, raising his hands in surrender.

“You want me to touch you again? Give me what I want.” He sounds dead serious and painfully unwavering on his stance, prompting you to whimper quietly to yourself, too wrapped up in your own nerves to notice the way his eyes darken at the sound of your desperation.

“I want you to touch me.” you mumble shamefully, and his lips quirk up into the beginnings of a smile. 

“Come here; say it again.” he urges, beckoning you closer, and you hesitate, making a challenge flash in his expression before he’s poking his tongue into the inside of his cheek and chuckling. “Don’t make me come over there.”

“I want you,” you say, “to touch me,” you repeat your words from earlier, trying desperately to look anywhere but at him.

You can see him crossing the distance between you in your peripheral vision, your insides tensing with anticipation as he gets closer and closer. To your utter disappointment, he continues to walk as if he’s going to pass you, only pausing to tilt his head to the side in a patronizing display of faux sympathy.

“Good girl. Now, was that so hard?” he chuckles, not even giving you a chance to respond before he continues his path out of the kitchen, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

What in the absolute hell did you just get yourself into?

You’re coming back from the bathroom when you quite literally almost run into Haechan in the hallway. 

“Sorry,” you say, stepping to the side to get past, but he steps to the same side. You laugh awkwardly before stepping to the other side, only for him to do the same, his movements far too calculated to be a mistake, and you come to the realization that he’s intentionally blocking your path. “Haechan?” you ask quietly, nervousness creeping into your voice, and he chuckles.

He takes a step towards you, prompting you to take a cautious one backwards, and his smile widens as he advances on you, slowly but surely herding you back towards the bathroom. When your back hits the nearby wall, your eyes widen, and he mocks you, briefly widening his eyes in faux surprise before flicking his brows up suggestively and placing one hand on the wall by your head on the side you could escape from, successfully trapping you in a makeshift corner. 

“You’re so cute, really.” Haechan sighs, smiling fondly at you, but there’s a devious twinkle in his eye as he regards you.

As he closes in on you, your body is alight with nerves and anticipation, and you decide to try again, feebly calling, “...Haechan?”

“Shh, shh, shh,” he quiets you soothingly, reaching up with his free hand to brush your hair out of your face. “Don’t act like you don’t want this, baby.” As if to prove his point, he presses his knee between your legs, thigh pressing up against your clothed core, and a poorly restrained moan bubbles up in your throat.

“Haechan—” you whine, and he shoots you a smug smile.

“See, baby? I know you want it. You know I want it. That’s why you always wear these tiny fucking skirts whenever you come over,” he states, hand dropping from your face to tug at the hem of your skirt, and you gasp—both at the sudden yanking and the insistent pressing of his thigh against your core. “You like it when I do this. Bet you were waiting for me to slip my hands under your skirt to touch you.”

“Mm-mm,” you protest, but the way your hips move against him, rolling back and forth and grinding wantonly in search of relief, is telling another story, Haechan arching a brow skeptically. 

“Mm, no? You don’t like it? But, wait… what was that you said in the kitchen earlier?” he questions, a taunting lilt to his words. “‘I want you to touch me,’” he echoes your earlier request in a poor imitation of your voice. “Well, I’m touching you, baby—don’t you like it?” When your only reply is a small nod, he shakes his head disapprovingly, gaze darkening. “Words.”

“Yes,” you whimper, breath catching in your throat when he rewards you with a firm upwards press of his thigh into your core. Your movements speed up slightly as you feel that familiar tightening sensation in your abdomen, your climax not far ahead.

“Are you gonna cum just like this?” he asks, and there’s a hint of amusement to his words but it’s almost entirely overtaken by the heavy desire in his voice. 

“Mm-hm,” you whine softly, your desperation peaking as your high gets closer and closer. 

“Beg me to let you cum.” he urges, and you’re already so far gone that your shame is all but done away with.

“Please, Haechan, can I cum?” you pant urgently, a slight pleading quality to your words as you feel the beginnings of your climax, pleasure blooming between your legs in a gush of warmth. “Please?” you whimper, and something in him snaps, Haechan lurching forward and cupping your face in his hands to hold you in place as he kisses you deeply, his tongue tracing along your lower lip as you tremble and moan weakly into his mouth. 

When you move to pull away to breathe, he clutches your face more firmly, slipping his tongue into your mouth and exploring at his leisure, all the while ignoring your muffled, plaintive cries for air. 

“Haechan, I can’t breathe,” you rasp out finally, and he lets you go with a shaky inhale and an unmistakable reluctance. 

“You are so goddamn addicting.” he pants, and his hands drop to your hips, resuming the motions you weren’t aware you’d stopped. “Keep going.”

His hands keep guiding your movements, practically dragging you back and forth on his thigh as he kisses you again. This kiss is messier than the last as he sucks on your tongue and pulls back to trail his lips down your neck, stopping just above your pulse point and sucking hard, a gasp escaping you at the pleasurable sensation.

“Mine,” he grunts against your throat, sinking his teeth into a new patch of skin and sucking there, too, without a doubt leaving some form of mark behind. “All fucking mine.” he repeats, clutching your hips tighter and dragging you up his leg and closer to him, lips parting from your neck with a loud, wet pop and connecting with yours eagerly. “Gonna fucking ruin you, princess.”

“Hae—” you barely get the first syllable of his name out before he’s sealing his mouth over yours again, fingers creeping into the kiss to pry your mouth open.

“Open,” he mutters, brows furrowed in concentration. When you oblige, he taps your tongue impatiently until you let it hang out of your mouth, Haechan sucking in a deep breath as he eyes you appreciatively. Without any warning or preamble, Haechan spits directly onto your tongue, and you whimper, voice cracking slightly. “Swallow. I’m gonna do it again.” You swallow his saliva, the extra moisture in your mouth jarring but not unwelcome, and return to your previous pose of your mouth open with your tongue hanging out. 

He grins and leans in again, hovering over your waiting tongue as he drops a long, clear string of saliva from his puckered lips down to your mouth. “Don’t swallow.” He pulls back from you slightly and pushes his middle and ring finger into your mouth, the cool silver of his ring catching your taste buds as he thrusts his fingers in and out of your mouth, gliding them against your tongue to collect as much wetness as he can. “Good girl,” he coos, pleased, and you’re embarrassed by the rush of warmth between your legs that appears at the praise. “Need them nice and wet for you.”

Not wasting a minute, he snakes his slick, spit-covered fingers past the band of your underwear and starts to stroke over your folds, digits gliding amongst your arousal with embarrassing ease. 

“You’re a mess down here,” he remarks, eyes alight with glee and something wild, primal as he teases you. “You like me that much? Hm?” He seems not to need an answer as he grins cockily at you, eyes scanning your face intently to drink in your every reaction to his touch, no matter how small. He trails his fingers up, up, up until he’s brushing the underside of your clit, and you jolt, flinching away. 

“Haechan, that’s sensitive—”

“I know, baby,” he coos. “That’s exactly why I’m doing it.” With the hand not currently in your underwear, he laces his fingers with yours, the back of his hand pressed against the palm of your own, and trails your linked hands down your body to join his other hand in your underwear. “Show me,” he rasps, and you blink at him, too far gone to fully understand exactly what he means. “Show me how you do it when you’re alone—when you think of me.”

Cheeks blazing, you realize you’re in no position to refuse, so you guide his hand into massaging your clit in circles, your abdomen tensing reflexively whenever his fingers graze the sensitive underside of your clit. 

“Talk to me, baby.” he urges gently, and you whine in protest, the fire in your face increasing nearly tenfold. “Wanna hear that pretty voice tell me how you touch your little pussy.”

“I just rub it in circles like this,” you mumble, voice slightly husky with desire, and the shift doesn’t go unnoticed, if the intensifying of Haechan’s gaze means anything. 

“You don’t go inside?” he asks softly, and you shake your head.

“Doesn’t feel good when I do it,” you whimper, and he sucks in air sharply, swearing under his breath as he watches your face twist in pleasure. It’s all too much for you, having his undivided attention on you like this, and you look away, a shudder traveling through your body as another climax approaches.

“Look at me,” he coaxes, and you reluctantly oblige, pleading eyes locking on his as your peak gets closer by the second. “Only look at me.”

“Okay,” you agree, the last syllable coming out like more of a squeak, and he smiles brilliantly, the hand not pleasuring you slipping out of your underwear and lifting your shirt up to reveal your breasts in your thin, lacy light blue bra. Leaning down, he wraps his lips around one of your nipples through the fabric and starts to suck, tongue swirling around the stiffening bud so wetly that his saliva starts to darken the fabric, the warmth of his spit seeping through the fabric. 

He sucks at your nipples with an almost ferocity, alternating breasts like he can’t get enough of either, and his hand snakes around your back to unclasp your bra, Haechan pushing the garment out of the way as soon as it’s loose and latching onto your nipple with a low groan of satisfaction.

As he flicks your nipple back and forth with his tongue, his fingers stroke you closer and closer to your high until you’re so close you can practically taste the sweet, heady feeling of ecstasy. “Show me what you sound like when you cum, baby.”

“Oh—shit—oh, my God,” you hiss as your eyes screw shut tight, pleasure coursing through your body as your orgasm travels through your system. “Feels so good,” you whimper, and he hums in agreement.

“Say my name, baby.”

“Haechan—” you moan wantonly, and he lets out a noise somewhere between a groan and a growl as he tugs at your nipple with his teeth.

He doesn’t stop attending to your breasts until he’s certain he’s milked every last second of bliss from your body, alternating between sucking and flicking and swirling his tongue around the buds until you go limp, your body slumping against the wall for support. 

Finally, he pulls his arousal-coated fingers from your underwear, trailing them over your bottom lip before pushing the digits into your mouth to suck. 

You do so with an embarrassing amount of eagerness, and are just as surprised as Haechan when he pulls his fingers from your mouth and you whine in protest.

His brows shoot up into his hairline and you feel heat blazing furiously in your cheeks as he regards you with a mix of surprise and an expression that looks close to impressed.

“You like to suck, yeah?” he murmurs, and you nod hesitantly. Something flashes in his dark eyes, and he grins. “Wanna suck something bigger?”

Hesitant but undoubtedly excited, you nod, and he wets his lips before setting about unbuckling his belt and opening his jeans. 

As he does, you slowly sink to your knees, and when he looks up from his pants to see you kneeling before him, he lets out a loud swear that you fear might blow your cover.

As you stare in awe at his impressive size, you realize you’re less worried about getting caught than you are about having to stop. He watches you watch him with amusement and fascination, but the undercurrent of desire runs strong as he clicks his tongue to get your attention. 

You look up at him, and he licks his lips, exhaling a small puff of air before wrapping a hand around his base.

“This is the prettiest sight I’ve ever laid eyes on,” he praises, and you smile, heat rising to your cheeks once more. Lowering himself slightly, he cups your breasts, pressing them together and grunting, “I’m gonna fuck these one day. But now?” he says, releasing them and stroking your chin affectionately. “I’m gonna fuck this pretty mouth.”

“You ever suck someone off, baby?” he asks in a low voice, and you shake your head, making his eyes slide shut in bliss as he squeezes himself harder. “Fuck, I’m your first?”

“Yes,” you mumble shyly, and he coos affectionately at you, leaning down slightly to cup your chin with his free hand. 

“Remember when you were sucking that little lollipop the other day?” he asks, and you nod. “It’s kind of like that. Use your tongue, and the wetter it is, the better.”

You nod carefully and sit forward, letting your jaw drop open. 

“Fuck, baby. Tongue out for me?” he grunts, and you oblige, letting your tongue drop out of your mouth and lie flat for him. “So good, baby, just like that,” he encourages, leaning forward and guiding the head of his cock into your mouth. 

It feels strange but not unwelcome, and you suck gently at the head of his cock, more focused on using your tongue to explore the intrusion in your mouth. Based on the way Haechan’s breathing shallows and quickens, you suspect you’re doing a pretty good job.

“Baby, you’re so good at this,” he groans, his head tipping back before it snaps back up as he seemingly realizes he’d rather watch you. “Mouth looks so pretty wrapped around my cock like that.”

You can only manage a whimper as you boldly press forward, taking more of his length into your mouth, and he sucks in a sharp breath as you swirl your tongue around his length before tentatively flicking it over the slit in the head of his cock. He groans weakly and, emboldened, you do it again, Haechan letting out a delicious little grunt that spurs you to kick it up another notch.

You start to bob your head, doing your best to alternate between bobbing and licking, and Haechan shudders deeply, his hand releasing the rest of his cock and moving to cup the back of your head, fingers slipping into your hair. 

“Just like that—fuck—” he hisses, biting his lip as he watches you suck him off, skill increasing with every movement. When you push forward a bit too suddenly, eager to impress him, you choke briefly on his length, throat constricting slightly as your gag reflex activates slightly. “Oh, shit—”

Despite the slight ache to the back of your throat, you keep sucking, moving forward slower this time to allow your throat time to adjust to his size. When you massage the underside of his tip with your tongue, wet muscle gliding over the ridge of skin, he moans your name and it’s one of the most rewarding sounds you think you’ve ever heard.

“So good,” he pants as you bob your head up and down, and his length twitches in your mouth, giving you a hint that he’s close. “Gonna cum, baby.”

You move your head faster, sucking his length to the best of your ability with all the tricks you just learned, and his fingers grip your hair tightly as he spills into your mouth, his hips sluggishly thrusting forward as he shallowly fucks your mouth. 

“You,” he grunts, helping you to your feet so you’re face to face and kissing you deeply, “are a fast little learner.” His tongue slips between your lips and he explores your mouth eagerly, licking at your tongue and inner cheeks as you whimper, dizzied by the fervor of his kisses. 

“Baby,” he mumbles into the kiss, the urgency in his voice waking you up slightly, “I wanna eat you out. Can I taste you, princess?” When you nod, he grins brilliantly. “Gonna make you feel so good.”

He drops to his knees and slides his hands up from your ankles, hands slipping under your skirt to caress your hips. Pulling your underwear off, he drapes one of your legs over his shoulder, warm, slender fingers spreading apart your folds to get a better look at you.

When you whine softly in embarrassment, he shushes you gently, murmuring, “I just want to admire you for a second, baby, please?” He ducks his head under your skirt and sucks in a sharp breath when he’s met with the sight of your core, folds glistening with your arousal. “Prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen,” he breathes in awe, and before you can reply, his mouth is on you, upper lip resting just above your clit as his tongue strokes along your folds indulgently.

“Oh, my God,” you whisper, stumbling back slightly to lean against the wall behind you. Haechan moves with you fluidly, massaging your clit with his tongue as his fingers clutch your thighs, kneading the flesh with greedy, rough movements.

Tongue moving downwards towards your entrance, he prods the tip of it against your hole, chuckling when you jolt and squirm under his actions. “Don’t be shy, baby, I just want to taste.”

You nod even though he can’t see you, and he must be able to tell, because his tongue pushes forward, slowly breaching your entrance. You suck in a loud breath as his tongue delves further into you, occasionally coming out to slurp up the arousal dripping from your hole. 

“Tastes so good, baby,” he moans, his nose rubbing against your clit as he slowly starts to move his tongue in and out inside of you. The feeling is strange but amazing, a slightly ticklish element to the pleasure you’re receiving as he tongue-fucks you. 

Slurping loudly and moaning even louder, Haechan loses himself in your core, alternating between tongue-fucking you and licking at your folds and clit, leaving sloppy wet kisses that make your mind spin.

“Yeah, you like that?” he grunts, sucking at your clit hard before slipping his tongue out to stroke the sensitive underside of the sensitive bud. “You like when I kiss your pretty pussy? Hm? Do you like it when I make out with your sweet little pussy?”

“Yes,” you whimper, fingers clutching at his head over your skirt. When you get a good grip on him, you start to pull him closer, wanting more of his touch.

“Always so good—so shy and innocent.” Haechan murmurs, words slightly muffled from his oral ministrations on your pussy. “Now look at you; look how bad you’re being.”

“Haechan, please,” you breathe, and he turns his head to suck at your inner thighs, no doubt leaving a mark or two in his wake.

“Wanna see just how bad I can make you be.” he coos before surging forward to lap at your core eagerly, losing himself once more in the taste of you. “Fucking delicious, baby, you taste so good for me.”

He sucks and licks and kisses—even nibbles a bit—until your legs are shaking and your grip on his hair is iron-clad. You briefly consider the extremely compromising position someone might find you in if one of your friends walked down the hall and are surprised to find that not only do you not care, but there’s even a smidge of excitement when you think about getting caught like this, with Haechan’s head under your skirt and your breasts exposed.

“Haechan, I’m—I think I’m gonna—” you pant out, and he nods fervently, tongue slipping out of your entrance to flick your clit back and forth rapidly, a sharp whine slipping from you.

“Cum for me, baby—cum all on my tongue.” he urges, pulling you closer as he feverishly laps at your clit and entrance, shaking his head from side to side rapidly to run his tongue along your core back and forth. “That’s it, pretty girl, just let go.” he purrs, coaxing your climax out of you, and you do just that, letting the coil wound tight in your abdomen snap and letting the pleasure flood through your body.

“Haechan—” you whimper, and he hums soothingly as his tongue massages your clit once more, thoroughly milking your orgasm for all its worth. When the trembling of your legs has calmed down slightly and you’ve started to breathe normally once more, he pops his head out from under your skirt and winks up at you, chin and lips covered in your arousal.

“You’re addicting, baby; could eat your pussy for hours.” he says as he rises to his feet. A look downwards grants you the sight of his erection, fully hard once more, and you swallow thickly before looking up at him only to see that he’s already watching you with a small grin on his face. “Think you can handle one more?”

You’re nodding before you even realize it, and Haechan beams at you, drawing closer and closer until you’re flat against the wall. 

Nudging your legs apart, he settles between them and aligns his tip with your entrance, looking up from where your bodies meet to your face.

“Ready, baby?” he asks, and you nod carefully, eyes drifting back down from his face to where the thick head of his length presses against your core. “Good girl,” he breathes before pushing into you slowly, covering your mouth with his palm as you gasp out loudly. “Baby, they’ll catch us if you keep making noise like that.”

“S-Sorry,” you stammer, but it’s a muffled apology given that Haechan’s hand is still firmly clasped over your mouth. “So full,” you whisper in awe, and he chuckles lowly in your ear, lips pressing to the spot just behind your lobe. 

“Feel so tight around me, baby,” he grunts, his labored breathing in your ear telling you that he’s just as affected as you are. “So fucking good—”

“Haechan, move,” you whisper urgently as he bottoms out in you, and he obliges, pulling out to the tip and pushing into you again. A loud whoosh of air escapes your lungs, and he sucks your earlobe into his mouth, making you let out a loud whimper that would have been much louder had Haechan’s hand not muffled it.

“I’m starting to think you want to get caught.” Haechan murmurs with a smile on his lips as he kisses along your jaw and moves his hand to kiss you. 

“Mm—! No, I don’t—” you insist through your cries of pleasure, and he shakes his head with a taunting grin.

“Yes, you do,” he teases. “You want all our friends to come in this hallway and see me fucking you like the perfect little fuckdoll I always knew you could be.”

“Hae–chan—” you stutter, tiny noises leaving you with every powerful thrust of his hips. He’s so good, so big and thick, and he’s filling you up just right and hitting all the right places, and it becomes too much very quickly, an overwhelming amount of pleasure rushing through your body as he fucks into you. If it couldn’t get worse for you, he reaches between you two and his fingers find your clit, rubbing it in quick circles just like you showed him earlier. “Fuck—stop—too much—”

“Doesn’t that feel good, baby?” he coos, shifting himself to angle his hips into you just right so that every snap of his hips sends his tip fucking directly into your g-spot. 

You feel warmth behind your eyes, the telltale pricking at the corners that you know all too well, and the first tear drops before you can wipe it away, another tear following after that as the pleasure all but consumes you.

“Aw, baby, don’t cry, it feels good,” he consoles you, reaching up with his free hand to wipe your tears away. 

“So good—too good—” you babble, and he laughs at that, brows furrowing at the end as you clench around him.

“It can’t be too good, baby—you’re not making sense anymore.” he says with a playful lilt, and you whimper, more tears falling as you sniffle pathetically. “Fuck, you’re so pretty when you cry.”

“Wanna cum—Haechan, please let me cum—” you beg, and his movements stutter, Haechan looking at you in surprise.

“Yeah? Baby wants to cum?” he grunts, eyes squeezing shut for a moment as your walls flex around him again. “Fuck, I love when you do that—feels so good—cum for me, baby.” 

Not needing to be told twice, you promptly fall apart around him with a messy string of swears and “please” and utterances of Haechan’s name as your nails dig into his forearm, making him wince slightly. You’re sure you look a mess, eyes wet and glossy as tears stream down your cheeks, but Haechan’s drinking in your appearance like it’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

“Baby—I’m close—fuck—” Haechan grunts. “Gonna cum—where do you want it?”

“Want it inside of me, please—” you croak weakly, and he lets out a sound that’s a mix between a smug chuckle and a moan.

“Can’t believe you were skittish as a mouse just the other day, and now you’re begging for my cum. Want me to fill you up?” he pants, hips driving into yours with reckless abandon. 

“Please—” you whimper, and he swears under his breath.

“Fuck—take it all, baby,” he urges, hips pressing into yours as he buries himself in you and empties his load. “It’s all for you,” he says breathlessly as his length twitches inside of you.

He stays inside of you for a moment, both of you attempting to catch your breath, before he slowly pulls out, tucking himself back into his pants and helping you fix your skirt back into place. To your confusion, he hooks his fingers in your underwear, pulling the thin, arousal-soaked fabric down and off your legs. 

“Um…” you start, and Haechan looks over at you, brows raised expectantly. “Those are mine,” you state, pointing at the fabric in his fist.

“And now,” he hums, bringing them to his face and inhaling deeply, eyes sliding shut in bliss just in time to miss your scandalized expression. “They’re mine. C’mon; you should use the bathroom.”

He loops his fingers around yours, other hand stuffing your underwear in his back pocket as he leads you to the bathroom.

When the door closes behind you, you sit down on the toilet with slightly shaky legs, taking a moment to think about everything that just occurred. 

You would have never in a million years thought that you’d have sex with Haechan, let alone in the hallway—let alone, with your friends in the very next room. However, as you think over the events that just transpired, your body is filled with a warm thrum of satisfaction, and you can’t seem to find an ounce of regret. 

“Girl, where the hell were you?!” Karina exclaims, fussing over you as soon as you reappear in the living room. “We’ve been texting and calling for ages!”

“Oh,” you mumble, pulling your phone from the little pocket in your skirt. “It’s been on Do Not Disturb,” you explain sheepishly, and Karina rolls her eyes hard.

“Don’t do that again. You had us worried sick. What were you even doing for so long?”

“Um… well, Haechan and I,” you start, casting a side glance to the couch where Haechan sits and hesitating slightly when you see that he’s watching you intently, not an ounce of shame in his expression. “We hooked up.” you say finally, straightening your back slightly and standing up taller.

Yeri’s jaw drops. “About damn time.” she remarks, and you narrow your eyes at her.

“Hush, you.” you huff, looking over at where Haechan sits once more. He locks eyes with you and grins, patting the empty spot next to him and wiggling his eyebrows playfully, and you smile, looking away from him to address your bewildered friends. “I’ll explain everything later—”

“Yeah, yeah, just go, girl.” Karina chuckles. “He’s waiting,” she sing-songs, and you elbow her slightly before shooting them a bright smile and a small wave and making your way to sit next to Haechan. 

When you sit down, Haechan drapes his arm around you on the back of the couch, and you can feel the heat creeping to your cheeks.

“So,” he says carefully, taking a hit of his pen and exhaling slowly before he continues, “I know this is a little backwards of me, but… do you wanna go out sometime? Like, on a date?”

“I’d like that,” you reply with a bashful smile, and he grins, relieved.

“Great. Now in the meantime,” he says, looking pointedly towards the hallway before looking back at you expectantly, “I have a nice ass TV, snacks, and a strong ass edible with your name on it in my room. You down?”

You don’t even hesitate. “I’m down.” you agree, smile widening, and he nods, satisfied. He stands from the couch and offers you his hand, which you take as he pulls you to your feet.

As you trail after him towards his room, fingers still locked with his, you can’t help but notice the familiar peek of fabric sticking out of his back pocket, and your eyes widen in alarm.

“Haechan!” you whisper loudly, and he looks back at you with raised brows. “My, um, underwear is sticking out of your pocket.”

“So?” he answers simply, and you pause, brain buffering for a moment.

“So?”

“Yeah. No one knows it’s your underwear but you and me,” he points out as you reach his bedroom door. He swings it open and gestures for you to enter first, head dipping down to your ear as you pass by. “So it’s our little secret.”

“Oh,” you mumble, thinking it over. “Okay.”

“That’s what I like to hear,” he says encouragingly, guiding you to his bed and gesturing for you to sit down. “Now, what do you want to watch?”

“Uh, we can watch Family Guy,” you suggest, and he looks at you, pleasant surprise written on his handsome features, before he nods and picks up the TV remote.

“Good choice,” he praises, sitting down beside you against the headboard of his bed. “Perfect show to play in the background while we make out.”

“Oh—” you stammer, blinking in surprise, and he snorts, eyes fond as he scans your bashful demeanor.

“I’m kidding.” he assures you, and you can’t help but frown slightly. Unfortunately for you, this doesn’t go unnoticed by Haechan, and he chuckles. “You wanted to make out, didn’t you?”

“A little bit,” you mumble, and he grins, leaning in closer to you.

“That can be arranged.” he murmurs, still smiling as his lips meet yours.

[mareteart]

INDEX OF MY OCS OF WORLD OF DARKNESS.

Hi! First of all, welcome to one of the biggest post I’m gonna make on tumblr, where I’ll put every link of every character presentation I’ll do in here, I will update this post from time to time until I get everyone of my OCs in here, if you wanna know more of them, pick the link in their name and it will guide you to the extended information, and if you wanna know even more.. tee hee~ just send me a message.

Pd: the last section will be for groups of different creatures in the same post, for creatures that don’t enter on the other sections or characters with [redacted] lore to avoid spoilers in the chronicles I’m playing/narrating.

Vampire the Masquerade OC

Ninnia Artea, the little Tzimisce:

“Oh, you don’t work for me, we’re friends! And friends help esch other, Ninnia loves her friends!”

Ninnia is an elder Tzimisce that was embraced in the III century when she was 9 years old, even when she’s really good making deals and doing bussiness with other factions, she tends to see world in more childish way, but she has Cadmus, his right hand since VI century, they’ll be fine.

(Soon) Nyx, the Queen of the Umbra

(Next) Phyra, the pyromaniac princess

Mage the Ascension OC

Lock: “Lock bani Fortunae, adeptus de la orden de Hermes.”

Hermetic mage from the house Fortunae, uses the entropy, time and force spheres and believes that the luck is only a way from the universe to confirm that his destiny is the greatness.

Zeraphinna: "If you promise me you'll be good, I'll pray for you".

(I have to write more about her Tbh)

Hunter the Reckoning OC

Donnie Blaze “You don’t owe anything to the vampires, on the contrary”

Theater/movie actor from the 1800-1900s turned into a ghoul and later moved to Los Angeles (USA), learned how to be a hunter and now has a double life: hollywood actor by day, vampire hunter by night.

World of Darkness popurri OC

Ictus, the explosive mage "Hey, hey, don't worry, it's ok, l am here I'm ¡¡¡ THE BEST MAGE OF CONCEPCION!!!"

Inventor, exotic dish enjoyer and living artillery

[opera-ghosts]

French Soprano Geneviève Vix as La comtesse in Désiré (1937) by Sacha Guitry

Geneviève Vix (née Brouwer; December 31, 1879 – August 25, 1939)

She was descended from a Dutch family, and her real name was Geneviève Brouwer. She studied at the Conservatoire in Paris and made her debut in 1906 at the Opéra-Comique in Camille Erlanger’s Aphrodite. In 1907, she sang in the premiere of Circé by Paul and Théodore Hillomacher at the Opéra-Comique. She was engaged by the Manhattan Opera House in New York in 1908. On November 19, 1911, she appeared at the Opéra-Comique in the premiere of Maurice Ravel’s L’Heure espagnole as Concepcion. In 1914, she performed in the premiere of Franco Leoni’s Francesca da Rimini there.

In 1919, she sang the role of Carmen in the Buenos Aires premiere of Carmen at the Teatro Colón, 44 years after the opera’s original premiere. In 1921, she appeared at the Opéra de Monte-Carlo in Les Demoiselles de Saint-Cyr by M. Chapuis. She also performed Pelléas et Mélisande in 1925 at the Opéra de Monte-Carlo and later in Rio de Janeiro. In 1928, she sang in the Opéra-Comique premiere of Alfred Bruneau’s Angelo, Tyran de Padoue. She made successful guest appearances in Nice, Monte Carlo, Brussels, and Bordeaux. In 1915, she sang in the Buenos Aires premiere of Massenet’s Le jongleur de Notre-Dame at the Teatro Colón. In 1926, she appeared at the Grand Opéra in Salome by Richard Strauss, receiving great acclaim. Her career extended into the 1930s.

[hcpenot]

hi guysss it's me the adventurous devotee again. i would like to share a blog about my experience in the 42nd Intramuros Grand Marian Procession held this year.

short trivia and information, basically this blog is about the grandest marian procession in the Philippines held in the streets of walled city of intramuros, manila every year in early december. a grand marian procession is the procession of the different images of the Blessed Virgin Mary, the Mother of one true God under different titles from different places in our country. devotees and delegates from different parishes across the country gathers at intramuros to start a solemn and grandiose procession in honor of the feast of the principal patroness of our country, the immaculate conception every first sunday of december every year. the chariots bearing different images of BVM participants are exclusive to those who are invited by the Cofradia de la Inmaculada Concepcion de Intramuros.

let me start to share my experience. so i am from rosario, cavite, but my name is listed in the chariot/galleon carozza of our lady of solitude of porta vaga, cavite city because she is my patroness. together with the cofradia de la virgen de la soledad de porta vaga, we travelled from cavite city to intramuros to participate in the procession in honor of our virgin of solitude. the 350+ painted image of our lady of solitude of porta vaga is greatly venerated and payed respect at plaridel st. san roque cavite city. she is hailed as the queen and protectress of our province. the procession of the our lady of solitude of porta in intramuros started at 6pm, her silver galleon carozza is escorted by the altar servers, the flags, the philippine army, republica filipina reenactment group, the Cofradia, and the devotees. she graced the historic walls of intramuros in full solemnity through the recitation of the spanish rosary and the wearing of black clothes together with candles that lights up the street. the experience is one of a kind considering this event only happens once a year out of town. the procession concluded at muralla street by dismantling of the galleon carozza through the help of cofradia and care takers at 8pm in preparation of the coming home of the venerated painting of the our lady of solitude of porta vaga. i could say that this is the best religious procession I've ever attended. the surreal feeling and experience is unexplainable and beyond words. you could literally feel the presence of our lady just by attending the procession of her image. if i were to asked to rate it, i would rate it infinity over ten. it was an incomparable experience, I'd like to remember it that way.

[pedropascalito]

I volunteer at an animal shelter and last month we had an injured lost pregnant dog turn up.

She had no identification or chip and nobody looking for her so I was asked to name her and any puppies that came.

She is the spitting image of your Chile and so I named the mamma after Chile and her puppies after places in Chile.

Mamma Chile and her puppies Santiago, Valparaiso, Concepcion, Antofagasta, Coquimbo, Arica & Lebu have now all been found homes and will go home hopefully soon in the coming weeks

Oh, this makes me so happy! I’m so glad you could be there for her, and those names are ADORABLE! I wish I could adopt sweet mama Chile and the Chiles could be together. Thank you for helping sweet mama Chile and her pups.

My Chile is microchipped and I put it on his AirTag collar and I laughed when I got it because it definitely reads like the world’s tiniest Tinder profile:

[iconsofchange]

Icons of Change Awards 2025

SDG 15: Life on Land

Excellence in Animal Welfare, Biodiversity Advocacy, and Compassionate Leadership

Loreto Bonifacio Concepcion: Animal Welfare Hero/Advocate

Loreto Bonifacio Concepcion, also known as Furdad Eton, is an unwavering champion for the rights and welfare of animals. His transformative journey began when he became deeply aware of the plight of street dogs and cats, often discarded, abandoned, and left to fend for themselves. This revelation led him to dedicate his life to becoming a fierce advocate for the voiceless, particularly stray and abused animals, advocating for their protection and fostering a deeper sense of compassion in society.

A Hero for Strays and Abandoned Animals

Eton’s advocacy is born from personal experience and a deep-rooted desire to change the status quo for animals who have no voice. His adopted pets, each with unique stories of survival, serve as living symbols of his commitment. These include:

- Uggie, an Aspin (Asong Pinoy), who was found abandoned and tied in the trunk of his original owner's car during a storm. His rescue highlighted the emotional and physical abuse animals face, and Uggie’s new life became a testament to the strength of resilience and recovery.

- Zozi, a black kitten, was found just moments away from death as she tried to cross a busy highway. Her quick rescue saved her from an imminent tragedy and brought light to the need for increased public awareness about the safety of animals on city streets.

- Kelly, a street dog nicknamed "Zombie Dog" due to her severe mange, was found in an appalling condition. After months of medical care and nurturing, she transformed, not only regaining her health but also becoming Binibining Aspin 2022, organized by the Philippine Animal Welfare Society (PAWS). Kelly's victory inspired a nationwide movement that celebrated street dogs as important members of society, earning numerous Reyna Empawratriz crowns.

- Blackie, a stray dog found abandoned and waiting on the street for an owner who never returned, was rescued and became a symbol of second chances. Blackie won the prestigious Ginoong Asoin 2023 title and was named PCCI Grand Winner, proving that love and care can transform the most neglected lives.

- Kimmie, born to a mother rescued from a shelter, grew up surrounded by love and protection, further demonstrating the significance of animal shelters and responsible adoption.

- Liesl, an innocent victim of animal cruelty, endured horrific abuse but miraculously survived after undergoing two life-saving surgeries. Though she lost both her eyes, she became an international model and PCCI awardee, using her story to inspire others and raise awareness about the critical importance of animal rights and humane treatment.

These rescue stories represent the heart of Eton’s advocacy, which emphasizes compassion, protection, and respect for all animals. His belief in the fundamental right of every living being to experience love and care is unwavering.

Advocating for Stronger Animal Welfare Laws and Public Awareness

Beyond individual rescues, Eton's advocacy extends to systemic change and legal reform. He actively calls for stronger laws to protect animals, ensuring that those who inflict harm on them are held accountable. His efforts support organizations like PAWS and other shelters that play a vital role in rescuing and rehabilitating animals.

Eton has tirelessly used social media platforms to spread awareness, creating a community of compassionate individuals who are willing to step up and take action for animal rights. His consistent use of the hashtags #ChooseCOMPASSION, #BeTheVoiceOfTheVoiceless, and #StopAnimalCruelty has inspired a movement that rallies for better treatment of animals across the country. These efforts are vital in shaping public opinion and pushing for policy changes that prioritize animal welfare.

Moreover, his advocacy highlights the need for government support for animal shelters, the expansion of animal rights legislation, and the promotion of humane animal care standards in the Philippines. Eton’s work underscores the urgency of involving local governments and community leaders in championing the cause of animal welfare, ensuring that compassion is extended to all living beings.

Biodiversity Advocacy and Sustainable Coexistence

Eton’s dedication also dovetails with the broader goals of biodiversity preservation and sustainable urban ecosystems. By rescuing stray and abandoned animals, he indirectly contributes to the health and vitality of urban biodiversity. His work serves as a reminder that humans and animals can coexist peacefully, with mutual respect and shared responsibility for the land we all inhabit.

Through Eton’s animal welfare efforts, the message is clear: a thriving biodiverse ecosystem is one that values the protection of all creatures, from the smallest street kitten to the largest wildlife. His work stresses the importance of developing a society where animals are not viewed as disposable, but as integral parts of the natural world that contribute to the balance of life on land.

A Legacy of Compassion and Leadership

Loreto Bonifacio Concepcion’s life exemplifies the spirit of SDG 15: Life on Land, which aims to protect, restore, and promote sustainable use of terrestrial ecosystems. Eton’s relentless advocacy for animal welfare and biodiversity serves as a living testament to the idea that compassion for animals leads to healthier ecosystems and more compassionate communities.

Through his work, he has created a lasting impact on animal welfare in the Philippines, inspiring both individuals and organizations to take meaningful action to improve the lives of animals. For his extraordinary contributions to animal welfare, biodiversity advocacy, and his tireless fight against cruelty, Loreto Bonifacio Concepcion is deservedly recognized as an Icon of Change for 2025.

#IconOfChange2025#LoretoConcepcion#AnimalWelfareHero#BiodiversityAdvocate#LifeOnLand#SDG15#StopAnimalCruelty#ChooseCompassion#BeTheVoiceOfTheVoiceless#PhilippineAnimalWelfare#CompassionInAction#PAWS#IconsOfChangeAwards#RecognizingVisionEmpoweringTransformation

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2.22.25 Saturday-- Continuosly doing the prayer vow for nana and Sir Paez with Love & Faith.

6:18 pm

Still,have windblow...

Waiting for 7am prayer vow...

Uncle Jun went out already coz they have cleaning activity early in the morning...

I feel old and ugly...

Hmmm.... I tried to sing this song coz I love the lyrics and I just learned it 2 days ago, my trial songs are in the "Wesing"...

Hmm.... I have a song for everyone right,angels? I have a song for my cousin-white, I have a song for Borgy that I hated nowadays, I have a song for my exes... I have a song for Alamid, the windblow is asking for it, it is your love...

This song??? Hmmm For the son of tita Stella or for whoever that I will want but already taken???.

I don't know if this is something good... I love the beat and rhythm of the song...

I need coffee angels....I need money and job or bf to assist me,in a way... I wish to have a good life. I wanna do nose perfection.

6:45 am

Still,have windblow...

Uncle Jun is planning a story plot again... I don't know, I really can't read his mask but he provide food coz I don't have a job...

I'm no longer happy here with Uncle Jun but I'm just thankful coz of the effort that he shared here with John & I... But I'm not happy at all, everyday I'm not happy.... Aging with this Uncle Jun and be becoming old and nothing...

6:58 am

Still,have windblow...

Last 2 minutes.... Then the prayer vow...

This is my trial version of "Never Mind Her"...

9:27 am

Still,have windblow...

Yeah! It is weird that I can't see my old fakers friends,mixed friends!!!

Are we done on Pau? Or Pauline Bardelosa?

Let's do a bit of back-story....Pau had a bf like mine tall & handsome & yummy... Then, they had an argument at the latter days that we were there in Cebu Pacific Air....I couldn't remember the reason why they broke-up... Pau's xbf before JV was just a typical college graduate, that xbf doesn't have a car... We talked about bf's....She asked me about my X-Ryan ... Pau was knew by my adoptive parent's, we slept here, we were crazy, she went here once... She met my aunt Teresa and uncle Hideaki...

As far as I can remember she slept here with me, an overnight bonding... But my room was still my high school room...

Then, there were a sudden chaos in Cebu Pacific Air...Started that artist went there in Cebu Pacific Air or just coincidence???

All of a sudden flight attendants exposing themselves to us there on the ground coz we were ground attendants ... It was just really strange that the behaviour of flight attendants were weird on us as if competing us there on the check-in stations... I was just quiet and observing coz it was weird for me... I had still a slight amnesia of my past....

Remember,when I first saw KC Concepcion my memory was just at that moment and I had a bf named Ryan but my past was blurry in my memory...

This is one of my exes named Ryan... Pau knew him as Panggalitoh that guy was 5'11"....They were the original politician line in Kalibo,Aklan but there was a cousin who still maintained as spoiled, the one who went in and out in USA...

Let's go back to Pau...

I didn't know what happened... But Mariel or Mayee told me that they will have a gathering, Mayee was ahead of us for about 2 years before we came in Cebu Pacific Air...

Mariel or Mayee had a bf as well like my X-Ryan and same with the X-Bf of Pau... But the difference Mariel or Mayee's X-Bf before Chris but when I asked Chris he denied that Mayee became her gf then I said she was my gf Chris, then we laughed a bit over the messenger talk. This happens, lately...

Chris was one of the Cebu Pacific Air ground attendants as well but I'm ahead of Pau, Chris and Baby Karen and Che2x....

Let's focus on Pau and Mariel/Mayee....So, Mariel or Mayee invited me that Pangga, she called me that way coz my X-partner that time was Ryan. That was our "terms of endearment"....

Mayee said Pangga join us we will have a gathering just us here in Cebu Pacific Air, on a resort. You can bring your bf if you want, something like that...

Hmmm.... I said probably no we will go somewhere... But the hidden reason, we were not ready! I was half mature and immature that time... But the main thing was I didn't want to expose my bf that he was poorish or not yet ready to be introduced... But Mayee or Mariel didn't know the deeper reason that I had deep within me...

And then after that gathering... Wait I will just make a cup of black coffee here....I'm thinking of sugar again, where to ask sugar angels...

10:29 am

Still,have windblow...

Ohkay, continuation of the story... After gathering of some employees of Cebu Pacific Air....Mayee or Mariel approached me, we had a chit-chat about their gathering... But I think a lil bird told me that Mayee or Mariel had a bad behaviour on them during gathering...

That lil bird was the rich kid Baby Karen... As far as I can remember it was Baby Karen or Moriel Nieva ( my senior )....

They told me that you know what Pangga, Mayee is crazy for not going out of the car. ( You know what Pangga, si Mayee parang sira di sila lumalabas ng kotse ng bf nya. Nagyayabang si Mayee na may car un bf nya ).

Then, Mayee told me that Pangga is it bad? Of course it was hot there so we just stayed in the car. ( Bakit Pangga, masama ba un? Mainit sa resort kaya nag-stay lang kami sa car. Parang nag-hahang-out pa kami sa labas or some kind of field or outdoor activity).

As far as I can remember I said Mayee why you didn't introduce your bf to them. You should go out and mingle with the rest. It is somehow offending. ( Mayee, bakit naman di mo inintroduce sa iba, bakit di kayo naki-bonding, mejo nakaka-offend Mayee)....That was the issue that aired that time... One of the issues of Mariel or Mayee...

Before Chris,that was the bf that I know that Mayee or Mariel told me...The description was tall, long hair, a bit vain, handsome, got a nice body that she is in-love with him... Mayee or Mariel said that her bf who has long hair has a pretty sister that was really on a high class character... I remember I just smiled at her and happy coz she was in love with her bf, her description was angelic face just like a girl... It was funny for me...

And then after awhile... Mayee or Mariel said they broke-up already....Something like that...

Then, let's go back to Pau, Pau became closer to JV... I didn't know what happened.... The flight attendants started competing us on the ground. At the same time artist were coming and joining the Cebu Pacific Air. Katrina Matoza suddenly planned to be a flight attendant as a fight for us there or she wanted to compete them coz why there was a shorty flight attendant, just like almost same height as she is....

On the latter part... Cebu Pacific Air were accepting flight attendants as long as you can reach the baggage drawer inside the plane.

Once, we went to Cebu, I was with Che2x and Mayee so we just made fun of ourselves that hey! We can reach this baggage drawer with just our sneakers on... It was just a funny thing between the 3 of us that we can be a "flight attendants" , just a joke between the 3 of us....That was our miracle flight going to Cebu and going back there in Manila...

Tribute for Cebu Pacific Air friends time that we wanted perfumes but we were all so tight...

Moriel always telling me that my BENCH COLOGNE is something even Joshua just a joke as friends... I said Papa Cologne!

2:26 pm

Still,have windblow...

I'm thinking of money, I just got back from "Wesing" angels... My voice is low these days....I'm having anxiety... I'm not satisfied being like this... I'm thinking of money and job...

7:34 pm

Still,have windblow...

What am I gonna do? I'm out of coffee??? Hmm... My old fakers friends are grrr.....

Where to get a bf just to help me these days...

Where can I get shampoo??? I wanna do nose perfection in time...

I hope for a morning star like Vince Hizon coz for the great pull up...

No way to meet even Daniel Marsh... Or my cousin-white that I wanna kill coz he can be barbie and I'm having a hard time to lift myself, I'm so broke...

I don't know, Uncle Doods is it replying about the cute son of tita Stella...

7:55 pm

Still,have windblow...

Waiting for 8pm... I wanna have a regular foot spa.... I wanna travel in a way.... They took my 18 years...

I wanna do nose perfection and my teeth...

I need money snd job... I feel so frustrated...

8:23 pm

Still,have windblow...

Windblow wave story... I don't know...

I don't like Borgy anymore, I feel heavy... It is like a " War of the Roses"....

He made me feel the ugliest for 18 years!!! It is just weird, I feel that I'm the ugliest... I have no voice... I want Manalo's be dead as well, I know they are hiding something....

If I appeared on TV,things will be fair enough...The windblow control is weird and the people and hating some members of Wendell, I know they had have HQ in ilocos....Hard to explain...

The Borgy's cryptic issues coming from some playing safe people like Mitch and others, made me feel the ugliest for 18 years!

Is Mitch guilty??? Where is the HQ?

[knario47]

CANARY ISLANDERS OF LOUISIANA

Canary Islanders of Louisiana

Shannon Jones Achord

Good evening everyone. One week ago, I was posting on here, mostly “grasping at straws” to try and make a “shot in the dark” and see if anyone could help me find the missing link to my Canary Island ancestor that my late Grandma always alluded to…but even she didn’t have a name. I had been trying unsuccessfully for years to find my Isleño connection. I am ecstatic to report that within one week’s time, thanks to the generous genealogical help and voluntary research of Wade Falcon and Stephen Dubret (who ALSO happens to be my 5th cousin…who knew?!), and them both pointing me in the right direction of where/how to research, I discovered that I have not one, but TWO Isleños in my bloodline! I just got back from spending 5 hours in the genealogy section of the Goodwood Library in BR. — con Wade Falcon y Stephen Dubret.

First Isleño ancestor: Luis Jose Antonio Bethancourt, my 6 x Great-Grandfather! He came from Guia on Gran Canaria Isle, and in 1778, Luis boarded a ship - the “Santísimo Sacramento” on July 10th, 1778. It took almost 4 months to get from the Canaries to Louisiana…he disembarked on All Saints Day, Nov. 1st, 1778 in New Orleans, and then served in the military under the command of the Spanish Governor of Louisiana at that time, Bernardo Galvez. He was a Patriot and fought in the Revolutionary War for America’s independence from Great Britain!

In case you are wondering…according to my family tree lineage…

Denise Thimanetta (Paline) Neck - my maternal Grandmother (my mother Veronica is her daughter)

Paul Ernest Paline - Denise Neck’s father - my Great-Grandfather

Frank Joseph Paline Jr. - Paul Paline’s father married a Denise Azeline (Granier) Paline - my Great-Great-Grandmother

Denise Granier’s father was Pierre Granier, my GGG Grandfather

Pierre Granier’s mother was Aime (Bethancourt) Granier, my GGGG Grandmother

Aime (Bethancourt) Granier’s father was Louis Bethancourt, my GGGGG Grandfather

Louis Bethancourt’s father was Luis Jose Antonio Bethancourt, my GGGGGG Isleño Grandfather who migrated from the Canary Islands in 1778 and was also a Patriot who fought in the American Revolution!

*Side note - Although this is my 11th year of teaching, this is my first year of teaching Social Studies. My sixth graders and I just finished a unit on Louisiana early colonization, including a section about Canary Island migrations in the late 1700’s and also Louisiana Spanish Governor Galvez, and how he helped ally Spanish and Isleño immigrants with the American early colonists’ cause to fight for American independence from Great Britain! And I had no idea at that time that Luis Bethancourt, one of his soldiers, was my Isleño ancestor!

And now my students and I just started a unit on the American Revolution last week!

Second Isleña ancestor: Antonia de la Concepcion (Calcinez) Ruiz

Luis Jose Bethencourt (my Isleño 6 x Great Grandfather) married Catalina Calcinez (also from the Canaries). Catalina Calcinez had a sister named Antonia de la Concepcion (Luis’ future sister-in-law), and the Calcinez family traveled to Louisiana aboard the San Juan Nepomuceno on Dec. 9th, 1778, and this was long before Luis Bethancourt and Catalina Calcinez ever even met/married.

Antonia married a Josef Ruiz, and their daughter was Maria del Pilar Ruiz - who married Pierre Pallini (Paline)

Maria and Pierre Paline’s son was Frank Joseph Paline Sr., his son was Frank Joseph Paline Jr., his son was Paul Ernest Paline, and his daughter was Denise Thimanetta (Paline) Neck…my beloved Grandma (my mom’s mom)!

It’s been a whirlwind and I still haven’t had a chance to fully research all the documented information about my ancestors…but I’m looking forward to continuing to discover more about both of them! 🇮🇨

Wade Falcon and Stephen Dubret, I truly can’t thank you both enough. All of these discoveries have brought both myself and my maternal family’s side some much-needed joy and long-unknown answers concerning our Isleño heritage! What a difference a week makes! THANK YOU!!!!

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Business Interview | Week 9 - 10 Insights

De Oro Concepcion Jewelry and Pawnshop Representative: Justine Nicole C. Belen | Part-Owner

De Oro Concepcion Jewelry and Pawnshop is more than just a business—it’s a testament to a family’s resilience and dedication. It’s inspiring to see how a simple sideline evolved into a trusted establishment that has stood the test of time. Their low-interest loans and reasonably priced gold jewelry reflect a commitment to serving the community’s needs with fairness and accessibility. It’s rare to find businesses with such a deep connection to their customers, and De Oro Concepcion clearly treasures this legacy.

The QHouse Representative: Keith Daniel B. Tolentino | Owner

The QHouse offers a refreshing take on short-term rentals, blending the coziness of home with the convenience of a city location. It’s heartwarming to see how Keith Tolentino draws from his family’s roots in the rental business while embracing modern booking platforms to reach today’s tech-savvy travelers. Staying at The QHouse feels less like booking a place and more like visiting a friend—an experience that stands out in the competitive rental market.

Photoline Enterprises Corporation Representative: Rodelyn Abis | Branch Head

Photoline Enterprises Corporation has mastered the art of preserving memories, and it shows in every photo they print. In an era dominated by digital images, it’s commendable how they keep traditional photofinishing alive while also catering to modern photography needs. The addition of freebies with their services is a thoughtful touch that shows they genuinely value their customers. Their longevity in the business speaks volumes about their dedication to quality and innovation—something that every photography enthusiast in Cagayan de Oro can appreciate.

Tines & Co. Events Management Services Representative: Libertine R. Bello | Owner

Tines & Co. isn’t just about organizing events—it’s about creating stories that people will cherish forever. Libertine Bello’s passion for art and service shines through in every detail her team delivers. Their knack for turning clients’ dreams into reality makes them a standout in the events industry. What I admire most is their focus on personalization, ensuring that each event is a reflection of the client’s personality. For anyone planning a memorable celebration in Cagayan de Oro, Tines & Co. is the team to trust.

R & L Builders and Construction Supply Corporation Representative: Rommel Opada | Vice President

R & L Builders and Construction Supply Corporation exemplifies what it means to blend technical expertise with a client-first approach. It’s impressive how they’ve grown into a trusted name in just a few years, handling diverse projects with a focus on quality and reliability. Rommel Opada’s vision of delivering best-value engineering isn’t just a business strategy—it’s a commitment to building a better community. Their contribution to Cagayan de Oro’s infrastructure development is something the city can truly be proud of.

[josh0555]

Those are the ABS-CBN sexy girls that resemble the group from the 2014 Girls X Heroine series, Magical X Heroine, Magi Majo Pures. They are known as the ABS-CBN Princesses. They also reference to the Disney Princesses from the fantasy stories from the Brothers Grimm like Angelica Panganiban as Princess Aurora from Sleeping Beauty, Alex Gonzaga as Princess Cinderella from the movie of the same name which is Cinderella, Cristine Reyes as Princess Belle from the movie Beauty and the Beast, Roxanne Guinoo as Rapunzel from the movie Tangled but her hair was black and Valerie Concepcion as “The Snow Queen” which is Queen Elsa who is the main antagonist and the twin sister of Princess Anna in the early version of Frozen but it was scrapped out for unknown reasons. However, Anne Curtis, the twin sister of Jasmine Curtis-Smith got mad at Valerie Concepcion and punches her hard while Valerie Concepcion was singing Let it Go by Celine Dion which was recorded in 1985 10 years before the release of Toy Story in the primetime talk show The Medyo Late Night Show with Jojo A. on GMA. The viral video was called “Anne Curtis punches Valerie Concepcion” which was made in November 19, 2015 which was 15 years after the early version of Frozen was scrapped out. Before the group was formed, Angelica Panganiban, Alex Gonzaga and Cristine Reyes have started their acting careers from TV5 in 2005 when they were children. However, Angelica Panganiban, Alex Gonzaga and Cristine Reyes became the fourth batch from the TV5 sitcom show Goin’ Bulilit. Sadly, They left TV5 in 2010 because they are growing up. But now, It’s obvious that Angelica Panganiban, Alex Gonzaga and Cristine Reyes may have moved to ABS-CBN in 2010 due to their adolescence. But Angelica Panganiban had blonde hair which resembles to Barbie. Also, Alex Gonzaga had platinum blonde hair which resembles like Anne Curtis’ "The Snow Queen" costume or even Princess Peach from the Sonic the Hedgehog games. Eventually, She looks like Cinderella. But Cristine Reyes had ginger red hair which could resemble like Princess Daisy from the Sonic the Hedgehog games. Roxanne Guinoo might be the eldest because she started her career at ABS-CBN in 1985 before moving to ABC-5 in 1990. Eventually, She moved to GMA in 2000. Somehow, Valerie Concepcion started her career from GMA in 2005 when she was 15 years old. But starting in 2010, Roxanne Guinoo and Valerie Concepcion may have moved to ABS-CBN from GMA making it a 5 member girl group which references to the idol group Spice Girls or Fifth Harmony. Due to this, Roxanne Guinoo made a comeback of ABS-CBN in 2010 after her 20 year absence. However, Roxanne Guinoo is known to be the eldest princess of the girls who was born in September 11, 1970 while Valerie Concepcion was considered to be 20 years younger than Roxanne Guinoo because she was born in January 1, 1990. Somehow, Cristine Reyes and Alex Gonzaga were born in 1995. But somehow, Alex Gonzaga was born in September 15, 1995 and Cristine Reyes was born in December 17, 1995. Due to this, Alex Gonzaga is older than Cristine Reyes. Eventually, Angelica Panganiban remains to be the youngest princess of the girls in fact she was born in February 29, 1996.

[jessadaloro]

Week 3-4 of Interviewing Different Businesses

Me and my groupmates, Angel Jean Obsioma, Ian Gariel B. Ramas, and Francen P. Sellote, roam around the city to look for businesses that we can go to and ask the business owner or staff if we can ask a few questions regarding their business, so that we can gain knowledge and in-depth understanding about how business works, and we also asked permission if it is okay to take a picture.

Here is the list of the businesses we interviewed and the key information we gathered for week 3-4.

1. Greens and Sweets

Greens and Sweets was established in the year 2021 when she was still a student, but the physical store was built around May in the year 2023, which is their main branch that is owned by Ms. Regina Jandoc. This business offers healthy foods, like salad, sandwiches, and rolls, and also cookies, which are sweet foods; that is why it is called Greens and Sweets. They also do catering and joined some food bazaars. Their other branch is located at Barra, which just opened recently, in July 2024. Their overall number of staff for both branches is 5.

During the process of starting her business, she initially began selling online, specifically through Instagram. She registered with the Department of Trade and Industry (DTI), as she informed us that it is acceptable to register a business with the DTI even if it only operates online without a physical store. She added that she opted for nationwide registration, as she was hoping and dreaming for her business to expand nationally. She also secured her business permit, registered with the Bureau of Internal Revenue (BIR), and obtained official receipts (OR), and they have a bookkeeper to handle these matters. And she mentioned that having a business location is crucial since it’s required to obtain a business permit.

2. Cuadro Ocho Incorporated

Cuadro Ocho Incorporated was established on August 8, 1988, specializing in retailing and wholesale hardware and construction materials. This business is a corporation that is owned by a group of friends who are business-minded. They started first in Iligan, selling lumber, then eventually expanded into hardware and construction materials. Today, Cuadro Ocho Inc. boasts 11 branches, with the main branch located in Cebu. They have 10 staff only for the Max Y. Suniel Street, Corner Ipil Street branch alone and 300 staff for the entire branches.

The process that they go through to establish the business is to first get proper documents. Since this business is a corporation, they are required to have it SEC registered. Next is the BIR registered so that their business can legally issue official receipts (OR), file taxes, and even avail of tax credits or deductions. Another document is General Information Sheet (GIS), so as a SEC registered corporation, they are required to file GIS to maintain transparency and ensure compliance with the legal regulations. And lastly are the Articles of Incorporation, whose purpose is to outline basic details of the corporation, like its name and purpose, and are filed with the government, and the Bylaws are the set of internal rules as to how the corporation runs, like their meetings and decision-making.

The manager also shared with us that when deciding where to put the physical store, like any other business, they need to think and consider the foot traffic, as it helps assess if how many people will pass by that location or area. Also, think of the parking area, especially that their business can somehow involve the use of a car or a truck for their supplies, and the same goes to their customers.

3. FMN Agricultural Supply Inc.

FMN Agricultural Supply Inc. is a feeds, fertilizers, and pesticides seller. This business is a corporation, so they are SEC registered, and their president is Ms. Nunez F. Concepcion. The brfanch that is in FJJP+6HP, V. Neri St., Cagayan de Oro City, was established on May 18, 2006, and has 5 staff. They have a total of 11 branches, and the main branch is in the Osmeña Extension, Cagayan de Oro City, which is their main supplier as this branch will only distribute their supplies to the other branches. And their warehouse is located in Baloy.

For their business to operate, the supervisor that we interviewed, who is Mrs. Guanita H. Tato, said that they have to register it as a SEC, also to DTI, and business permit. She also added that since they are selling fertilizers and pesticides, they need to have an FPA (Fertilizer and Pesticide Authority) license, as it is to assure that their products meet safety and quality standards set by the government. This license is also to ensure that the fertilizers and pesticides that they are selling are properly registered, tested, and approved to protect the environment and the health of farmers and consumers.

Additionally, they need to obtain a Fire Safety Inspection certificate and a Sanitary permit. They are also required to attend some seminars, like those conducted by the Red Cross and BOSH (Basic Occupational Safety and Health). She also informed us that their documents need to be renewed annually, but as for the FPA, it is every 3 years.

4. Color Mix Paint Center

Color Mix Paint Center is a paint business that is owned by Mrs. Teresita Cabutad and was established in 2012. Her business is DTI-registered since it is a sole proprietorship. The paint center is located at Castro Street, Cagayan de Oro City, where she and her other staff operate. Their operating hours are from 8:00 AM to 5:00 PM, Monday through Saturday. Mrs. Cabutad also mentioned that her supplies come all the way from Manila.

In terms of compliance, she emphasized that her business is not only DTI-registered but also has the necessary permits to operate. This includes registration with the Bureau of Internal Revenue (BIR), securing a barangay clearance, and maintaining a Sanitary Permit to ensure they meet health and safety standards. These requirements are to ensure that her business operates and adheres to the regulations.

5. Jay-Q Grains Rice Trading

Jay-Q Grains Rice Trading is a rice business owned by Mr. Garciano Baldelamar. It is located at Castro St., Cagayan de Oro City, and has 2 staff. Their operating hours are from 8:00 AM to 4:30 PM every day. Their supplier of rice is from Cotabato, and they also have imported. 

As for their compliance to operate the business, they are DTI and BIR registered. They also have barangay clearance, Sanitary permit, and Business Permit Certificate. And the all around staff that we interviewed, who is Ms. Analya Tagaro, also showed us the official receipt from the Philippine Red Cross, which is where a staff member was a participant for training in Occupational First Aid and Adult Basic Life Support with CPR, which is intended for non-medical personnel. She also mentioned that they also have to renew their documents every year.

Here is the link for you to access my insights.

- J

[mareteart]

Meet my MTA OC:

✨Lock✨

Luciano Echeverría was a kid that has it all, a good and wealth family, good health, a secure future in the furniture bussiness of his father and a chance to go to Praga with her mother to be a model like her, and he was raised to be good in aspects related to both worlds, so when he growns up, he’ll pick one of those options as his career.

When Luciano reached 20 years old, started studing after a year in Praga with her mom, but none of those things makes him feel trully happy, he wanted a third option: doing shows in scenarios, but not as a model, but as a juggler, using all kind of knifes, cards and stuff like that.

His mother rejected the idea entirelly and was cold and distant with him after that, his father in the other hand, gave him a secret bank account and money to help him start in his dream. Days later Luciano talked to his father and went to follow his dream, Mr. Echeverría died from a heart attack and Luciano didn’t talked to his mother since then. (With one exception, the had ONE talk one time, but it was so small that didn’t even count as a conversation to me tbh hahaha).

Luciano is part of a poly relationship with Priscilla, Cayden and Vicky, and the four of them usually meet in his apartment, they’re really different, but they all love and support each other. [I’m gonna make an entire post of this later]

7 years later, “Loki”, the knife juggler (that’s Luciano’s artistic name and the alias his friends gave him for his dextery with cards and knifes), was in his first big scenario, this was his moment and all the effort spent in his dream was to be there, the light were on, the people was clapping as he was doing the show, everything was perfect, every- *TWOJH*

A mistake! A deadly one… one of the machetes he was using in his juggling trick crave right into his left shoulder, the audience was in shock, Luciano was in shock and before anyone could react, a second machete hit almost the same spot, making his arm fly off a few steps away. (Lots of blood, lots of screams, just one arm)

3 strangers that were sitting at the end of the place, stand up and did something to the shocked audience and everyone left the place, then, in total calm, appeared in front of Luciando and told him this was something that was destined to happend, so he could awake as a “mage”.

After a long conversation, they told him he should pick a mage name or something??? So Luciano, in a kind of mock of the bad luck of the situation, called himself Lock (luck with an O).

Lock joined the Hermetics, more specifically, the Fortunae house, being the only member (and representative) of the house in Concepcion City, so he always dress a little elegant or tidy (he likes to look good, something he got from his mother).

His Avatar is a ghost hand that appears from his left shoulder, replacing what was his old left arm, has a mouth and an eye, piercings and wristbands. (You can ask for more info)

Lock has two sides: the hermetic who do his best to show what he has and the guy who enjoy going to party, gambling and go crazy.

He also knows that the accident was just the first step of something even bigger, there’s a destiny he has to fulfilled, he don’t know what it is, he just know there’s one, and that’s the only thing that makes him believe in himself and his Magic, at least until he joined his new group.

Today, Lock is 27 years old and is the lider of the cabal LosTrés, cosider by many, many, many, MANY, people (maybe) THE BEST CABAL OF CONCEPCION CITY and he’s doing all he can to upgrade the cabal status, and for that, he started making deals with other mages and acting according as his rol of hermetic.

Being the lider of the cabal was something really unexpected to Lock, the decision was very casual and he accepted very proudly, little he know that this roll will also gave him something more than responsabilities: a new reason to keep going, he was no longer the only Fortunae of Concepcion City, he’s now part of a real group, and Lock will do his 200% to bring the cabal to the top with him.

The members of his cabal are:

Dither, the virtual adept ( @vikuette )

Gallo de Pelea, the kickass cheff ( @alkanette )

73 52, the 5 star striper ( @aqui-yace-noia )

Monkhbat, he doesn’t really has a bat ( @golcorneta )

And the chronicle is narrated by @camo-art , who is also the creator of Zeke, another hermetic and Lock’s pal.

Favorite song:

Bonus:

In a session, when he was stabbed and almost FUCKING DIED, he told the team about the news in a casual way, followed by a cunty pic because he was loosing blood and wanted to feel better lddkkddk

(The cabal and his pal Zeke went to see him, that’s something that touch deeply in his heart, but he’ll never tell them)

[eiyuhnnn]

SECOND PART OF BUSINESS INTERVIEWS

Last September 19, Jessa, Francen, Angel, and I conducted the second part of our interviews with five business owners, each with a different type of business. Before starting the interviews, we asked for their permission to take video or audio recordings for documentation purposes. We prepared a set of questions for them to answer, focusing on their businesses.

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1. GREENS&SWEETS

Greens & Sweets is owned by Ms. Regina Jandoc. The store is located in Door 4, FLC Building, Marigold Street, Carmen and was established last year, in 2023. However, the business itself began in 2021 when she was still a student and sold her products online through social media, specifically Instagram. The business focuses on selling healthy cuisine, using ingredients such as vegetables—especially lettuce—and fruits to create various dishes.

Ms. Jandoc saw an opportunity to start this business because of her passion for cooking and her love of vegetables. Additionally, her father operates a hydroponics farm, and their family has a history of selling vegetables. However, Ms. Jandoc found selling vegetables alone to be uninteresting, which motivated her to create a more dynamic business centered around healthy eating.

Her goal is to promote a healthy lifestyle, especially since she noticed many people transitioning toward healthier habits. Before officially launching her product line, she obtained a DTI permit nationally, even while selling online, to ensure that no other business could copy their brand name. Additionally, they have business permits from the barangay, the BIR, and an official receipt (OR), all of which are managed by their bookkeeper.

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2. Cuadro Ocho Inc.

Cuadro Ocho Incorporated is a hardware store that engages in both wholesale and retail. The business was established on August 9, 1988, and is located at Max Y. Suniel Street, Corner Ipil St., Cagayan de Oro, with a staff of 10. We interviewed the manager, Ma'am Marichu Villanueva, who declined to provide the owner's name.

The business currently has a total of 11 branches, with the main branch located in Cebu. As a corporation, Cuadro Ocho is registered with the SEC. The business originally started in Iligan, where a group of business-minded friends decided to venture into this field. Initially, they sold lumber, but eventually, they shifted to selling hardware and other construction materials.

Ma'am Villanueva mentioned that acquiring the necessary documents was their first step in building the business. This included securing registration from the SEC, BIR, City Hall, GIS, as well as the articles of incorporation and bylaws for the corporation.

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3. FMN AGRICULTURAL SUPPLY INC.

FMN Agricultural Supply Incorporation sells feeds, veterinary products, fertilizers, pesticides, and chemicals. We interviewed the branch supervisor, Ma'am Juanita H. Tato, who provided us with more details about the business. FMN Agricultural Supply Inc. is a corporation, registered under the SEC, and owned by Ma'am Concepcion F. Nunez. The branch has 5 staff members. The company currently operates a total of 9 branches, and the branch in Carmen was established on May 18, 2006.

The business requires multiple permits to operate. They obtain their business permit from the City Hall, where it undergoes city inspection. Additionally, they hold a Fire Safety Inspection Permit, Sanitary Permit, DTI Certificate of Registration, as well as registrations with SSS, DOLE, Red Cross, and Basic Occupational Safety and Health (BOSH). Since they sell fertilizers, pesticides, and similar products, they are also registered with the Fertilizer and Pesticide Authority to legally sell these items.

Ma'am Tato also mentioned that fertilizers, feeds, and veterinary products each require different permits. Their supplies come from the main branch located in Baloy, where they have their own warehouse. Finally, she pointed out that competition and price wars with other stores are major factors affecting their sales.

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4. Color Mix Paint Center

The fourth business we visited is Color Mix Paint Center located at Carmen, owned by Ma'am Teresita Cabutad. The store exclusively sells paints and has only one staff member. The business was established in 2012 and is registered as a sole proprietorship, making it regulated by the DTI. They have obtained necessary permits, including a Business Permit, BIR registration, DTI registration, and a Sanitary Permit.

The store operates from 8 AM to 5 PM, Monday through Saturday. Ma'am Cabutan noted that the store's location is the main reason why their sales are not as high. However, she mentioned that when they first established the business, sales were strong because there were fewer competitors at the time. Unfortunately, things changed during the pandemic, and their sales began to decline.

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5. JAY-Q GRAINS RICE TRADING

The fifth and last business we visited was Jay-Q Grains Rice Trading, located on V. Castro St., Carmen, and owned by Mr. Garciano Baldelamar. However, we interviewed the store manager, Ma'am Analyn Tagaro. The business sells rice, both retail and wholesale. As it is solely owned by Mr. Baldelamar, it is registered under the DTI. The store operates from 8 AM to 4:30 PM, Monday to Sunday.

They do not have any other branches and only employ two staff members. Like other businesses, they have a business permit from the city, a barangay clearance, and a sanitary permit. We were informed that all their documents are complete, as they have never been penalized, and the permits are renewed annually. The rice they sell comes from Cotabato, and some is imported, with certain sacks sourced from Vietnam.

Ma'am Tagaro added that their imported rice is slightly more expensive, with the imported variety priced at ₱1,340 per half sack, while the local rice costs ₱1,140 per half sack. They only sell half sacks of rice.

LINK TO THE INSIGHTS OF THE SECOND PART OF BUSINESS INTERVIEWS:

https://www.tumblr.com/eiyuhnnn/763247322489651200/written-below-are-my-insights-for-the-second-part?source=share

[missminniemao]

Fall into an abyss, byss and abyss

I fell to Alice

Queen’s daughter ran away to be a Popstar

Who refused?

Neriman’s Sabrina or mae for Lilith must’ve seen Neriman, Imaan “take David I’ll #ASHEM 💀

David yesses no women, she’s Nike in disguise and I’d change a name anyway

Was it Arab temper or a foxgod run away from prison sentences?

I was beytrayed by Arab men and so I’ll be an Aztec for I am anyway, a real one: kill mey uncle mey cousin not mey

I am A KA in Li

And I don’t know that vibration what you think it mean

You want violence in your aztecs and in your Kali and i love

My Queenes daughter ran away to model and she must fix her appearances pretty enough for a movie and pretty enough to eat non kosher waifs

I like my actors Jewish and I like my Models Arabic

I give viewers static and that Shiva is Black Magic so that name is dangerous for mey they’d see you and picture mey anyway

I’ll play Jenova and Lilly and I give myself a lifetime of readings for todo lists: sleeping Is wisest for the men and women in service work and keep their rage for they must retrieve energy fears that these - criminals - heartlesshinds woulde you’d live in fear and pain for careers they were not refused for

Their own good

I noed the crowns on your heads in return for my universe celebrity and it did not happen to me but within me and I will teach you to keep your own stories too

Virgin Mary gave me sanctuary humble to better not reward me for memories I coulde not keep

Concepcion noed a career, for mey

Mae twinflame on realms here stole that from mae and painted haemsaelf while I laid still

Her legacy is “I was kept alive for killing a hobbit and a dwarf” and she can whore in prison and keep Legolas which is what she wanted

[queer-boulevard]

Dear 26 year old Maria-chan,

Yes, as you may have guessed, I read way too much manga. Right now I'm finishing up Kyou, Koi wo Hajimemasu (Love for beginners) on mangahere.com (sponsor (I'm asuming you're rich and famous so)). Remember its about that old fashioned girl that cuts this guys hair and they fight, but they end up falling in love with each other. Then they have sex and blah blah blah break up like twice anyway.

My obsessions currently include Sonic the Hedgehog (patiently waiting for Sonic Boom to release later this year), Kpop (Boyfriend and SHINee), Jo Kwangmin because he's a sexy peice of ass, Manga and Video games (Even though I'm still under that Lent Promise of not playing video games for forty days). 

Also, I'm still fat. Yeah, don't worry we'll work on that! But what we should work on is our future! I hope that as a 26 year old you still have the same goals as me. Remember? When you wanted to be a leader? You wanted to go to college, be wealthy,  but I mean stinking wealthy, all to fix world hunger. You wanted to make the world a less lonely place with your hugs. You wanted to show the world you loved it despite how stupid and ugly and treacherous it is. I hope you still want that. I hope you've grown stronger for the benefit of others. 

Please tell me you don't have a boyfriend. Boyfriends take way too much time. I'm sure since you're 26 that you're still reaching for your goals and such. You don't have to settle down yet. Wait 'til you're like, 40. Okay? You've got a lot of things to do, a lot of people to help. Don't waste your time on one person. And if you ever feel lonely, you have me. (Yes, I know that sounds lonely as hell, but trust me it's more powerful than anyone can think, you probably knew that already duh you're so smart so yeah). But, I mean I guess if you DO have a boyfriend, that it isn't all bad. Don't feel guilty if you do. Just make sure he's not an ass and that his name is Jo Kwangmin. Surely, if you have a boyfriend, it's definately Jo Kwangmin. 

Also, don't forget about your high school friends. They're important people. Concepcion, your very good friend (her K-pop Bias= Youngmin). Shaniya, your first friend. Miguel, your friend who's opened up to you and is somehow very in love with you (which by the way how is he doing? Stay in contact with him) and Ossiel too (you love him very much so, don't lose contact with him either and ask how he's doing, don't be afraid). Jasmine, Samantha, Arshawn, Christian, Julian. They're all people whom you used to walk with back home, remember? 

Also, I hope that at this point in your life, you've already gone to Norway to visit your beloved norwegians Tigger and Ali! If you haven't then atleast start planning, gurl! 

Well, I'm going to the dentist now to get the perfect teeth that you have right now (hopefully). Wish me luck! (Can't wait to go the La K-pop festival next saturday >_<) 

Sincerely,

16 year old Maria-chan

P.S If you've thrown away your pokemon cards I'mma slap you.