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uh. hi ? i have remembered my email.

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what is he saying? The Matchmakers 혼례대첩 (2023)

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i would like to apologize for taking forever. i had barely any muse for my children and i was kinda being very low and started therapy and we are currently talking about my very messed up childhood which keeps triggering me endlessly. i also made friends in my hometown so i am actually having some social connections now which is great. apart from that i also focused a bit on cosplaying and upping my game. thanks for being patient and sticking with me ♥

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my dumbass finally remembered the email again lmao.

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"Oh, give me a break," there's something about the way his face morphs from growing annoyance back to a smile that stinks an awful lot like derision. The lifted eyebrow, the slight lean-in of his upper body as though pushing closer will allow him to see for sure whether Subin is fucking with him or not, it all paints Rang as someone moments from laughing about every corner making up Subin's existence. "You're a military boy? Seriously? You buy into that crap? Die for your country and all that? Did your parents drop you on your head as a kid?" @mythvoiced

subin blinked. literally the only thing he did. was he suppossed to react differently? a hand found it's way onto the older guys shoulder to push him back into his place. the now grim reaper was still pretty relaxed as he countered. "bit rich coming from you, isn't it?" yet subin grinned. " it was to infiltrate the japanese military back then before we more or less were found out and got executed. " he shrugged. he would consider joining again if he was human. reincarnated. " there wasn't much of a choice i had back then. i was of age and it was mandatory. i did my best and could leave without regret, otherwise nobody here would be able to handle you properly now. "

" now, unless you plan on kissing me, sit back and be a good fox." pushing him back into his own seat subin too leaned back, legs crossed as he thought back to the time japan invaded korea. it wasn't pretty but it was when he was born, grew up and fought for his home. was he patriotic? yes. probably. but now, eighty years later that was different. it wasn't that patriotic anymore was it, unless you were american. either way, alive or grim reaper. he adored the country he was born into.

subin never really changed either. he had always been respectful, helpful and strategic but calm and level headed in any situation. that is probably why he became the mission's leader back then. shortly before that he had found out his sister had passed away.

" just to annoy you more I'll let you know my little sister followed and changed sides with me because she was worried. to this day i don't know how she found out.." it was a well kept secret and yet sujin managed to find out. and now both were grim reapers. " silly girl got shot just a couple of days before we were found out because of a feud between korean rebels and japanese officers." a sigh. this would be such a great story for his grandchildren if he had not died and would have a family of his own.

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no one would believe him if he said he now worked with wik. the wik. his absolute idol. on the outside the boy seemed rather happy and excited but on the inside, he was screaming. well maybe not working but at least helping him decide. this was absolute crazy and an even bigger honor as his fan. maybe the giant happy smile plastered on his face gave it away.

it looked oddly familiar. an organized mess. although it reminded him a bit of his old home before he had been moved into this giant apartment complex with his brother who in fact, only spent time with his boyfriend lately. it was really just him and his guitar at most now. trying out knew melodies, watching youtube tutorials, trying to find his own type of sound and color, if that was what someone could call it. he snorted. the mighty wik also hated school assignments. it was hard to believe. " i promise. i won't tell a soul. what happens in this room, stays in this room. " chay promised, holding up his three fingers.

although excited and extremely happy he would get to hear a part of the song he still respected the privacy of it, after all he respected him as his senior as well, not just as an artist. although he was the reason he choose this exact school. anyways, chay was still smitten and listened to any words wik said. he nodded, agreeing with his way of doing things. he was so cool. " deal! " the freshman smiled. his own guitar was positioned beside him, still in the case but at least close to him. he listened quietly and carefully. being told he had an ear for learning quickly. the kid enjoyed both versions but he kind of understood what he meant. both version kind of gave off a different vibe. moving left to right in his chair he took a minute to think before speaking his mind. " they're both amazing, as usual with your songs. but it really depends on the song, right ? if it's more on the happy side, use the second melody, if it's on the sad side, use the first. --- in case you want to send mixed signals or give the listener an unsure feeling of both, whether you are conflicted like you're torn between two feelings, mix them together.. i think they'd suit each other well. " he explained his thoughts while hands were wildly gesticulating in front of him.

did what he said even make sense ? was that the kind of advice he needed ? " that is..if it makes sense.." heat shot into his face, turning his already tanned skin a shade of pink. what would he know how wik composed his songs. his opinion was probably not so good anyway. scratching the back of his head he fell quiet for a moment. " uhm...could..could i hear the song maybe ? " almost shyly asking compared to his confident answer moments ago.

The moment Kim realized the other would stay, he gathered his notes in a slight panic. Writing songs had always been a chopped-up process for him, not the clear line the teachers at the school taught. He would just write down what came to him. Chords, melodies, and lyrics. Thus, everything was distributed on various papers and notebooks. The odd napkin among everything. Once, he had written half a song on his forearm because he had nothing else available and was scared the idea would be gone by the time he found something.

The mess made him feel slightly embarrassed now. It was obvious that Chay was a fan. Somehow he wanted to give his best impression and not look like a confused amateur. “It’s a Wik song,” he answered, picking up some of the papers that had been lying around the piano and shoving them into the spine of his notebook. “I don’t really do the assignments they give us.” He added. Well, sometimes, he did them the night before they were due. Kim knew his father’s money and his career offered him a lot of privileges denied to other students, and he often took them for granted.

“But I mean, it’s important to do the assignments. It’s good practice.” He forced an encouraging smile on his lips, playing the responsible senior. “Unless they are complete shit, which happens too often.” He grimaced. “Please don’t tell any of the teachers I said that.” Clearing his throat, Kim brushed a hand through his hair. “Okay,” he said after a deep breath of air. “let’s try this again. Yes, it’s a Wik song. I’m a bit stuck with the chords of the bridge. I have a few ideas but no clue what sounds best.” That was better. Slow, controlled. More the cool popstar he was known as, not a boy stumbling over his own words in the presence of a cute boy.

“How about I play my choices for you, and you tell me what you like best, and then you can show me what you have for your assignment so far?” With that, he turned to the piano and rested his hands on the keys. With practiced ease, he played the first set of chords, the beautiful sounds filling the room. Kim only made a short pause before he played the second option and then the third. His eyes returned to Chay expectantly. “So what do you think?”

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chay leaned back in the seat and had to hold himself together. smuggle master, as if. it was still funny though. could that be his position in this family. he did not know. still to this day, he had accepted that he was now part of the minor family but he did not like the whole mafia part. it did not suit this boy. he just wanted peace and no violence.

" you know i don't really care. i sure do respect them but what good does it to you either ? it's not like you're planning to overthrow your uncle. besides, it's been months now, they should know by now there is no harm in letting you go out, if so, i'll take the consequences. " porchay truly did not care about the whole hierachy thing, in some way. sure he was resprectful when interacting with the elders of the compound, even did chores ( when no one looked ) and was nice to everyone but even he started to set boundaries. and some things he thought of were totally stupid, like keeping macau imprisioned. that was what it seemed like to him. surely both were completely different but either way, they were friends. probably his only friend in this whole family besides his own brother.

" i am taking my servant to laser tag downtown. i think they reopened again, it's upgraded now. i also invited some friends from school so it's more fun. " the compound started to drag down chay, mentally too not just because of his mother and brother, who was barely around and busy with kinn. " you cool with that ? "

@ofpsyche sent: ❛ what are best friends for? ❜ (at macau from chay)

“You mean more than providing an alibi without asking questions?” Macau raised an eyebrow. The question was only half in jest. With the kind of work their family was involved in, no one knew when an alibi without question would be needed. Not that Macau had any desire to become part of this business. If it was up to him, he would study and play soccer, maybe train the national team one day. A dream he had only ever shared with Vegas. His father would’ve not liked that thought. But Kan was dead now, and Macau and his older brother were free to do what they wanted with their lives.

“Still, thanks for smuggling me out of the compound. I really needed that.” Uncle Kron had ordered that he was only allowed out of the house for school and to visit Vegas at the hospital. And while the compound offered every luxury imaginable, it was becoming boring. Even messing with the bodyguards assigned to him was no fun anymore.

Macau hung his arms over the seat in front of him as he looked out the window, watching where the bus was going. “So? Where are we going, oh mighty smuggle master?”

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" minsoo-ah. you're so adorable. " he was, always had been. that was no secret. going from that chubby cutie to a tall muscular himbo. " out of us three you're literally the best cook, after me. " in fact, hyesung could not cook for shit but that was only obvious to others, not herself. " if someone knows how to make any dish without failure than it is you. don't always put yourself down. be more confident in your skills. " truth be told, she sometimes was superficial and expected the best but when it came to her friends she was downright honest and supportive, apart from the fact that she could eat for three people at once. if it wasn't good, she wouldn't shove it into her mouth so quickly. good god she was starving and it was perfect. " of course we can." hyesung spoke through a mouthful of rice. " i wouldn't have offered it. " she smiled at him. " and thank you for the compliment. " a wink, while her finger pushed into her cheek looking cute.

" do you have any plans for the weekend ? i am thinking of not spending it studying as the heat is supposed to be killing us. we could go somewhere if you'd like. "

a light smile appearing on his face as she complimented his cooking. if there was one thing he never wanted to do, it was to never disappoint her. he may not have lots of confidence in other things, but he liked to think he was proficient enough to make a comforting and homey meal. minsoo played with his chopsticks, constantly repeating and rewinding what she said to him. "never." he meekly said. "i just didn't know how you'd think because i wanted to try something new and i wasn't sure if you'd like it. i failed a lot in things, but this is something i needed to hear." minsoo nods to himself before taking the bowl of rice and filling the top of it with meats and vegetables to eat. unlike her, he was taking his time with each spoonful. turning to look behind his shoulder as he carefully chewed to stare at the time. it wasn't terribly late, but not terribly early either. academics were the worst, but knowing how she sometimes came home late, six seemed early for her. minsoo just didn't want to be an inconvenience. finally, he turned back and pouts lightly. surely, 6am didn't sound right either. "alright pretty woman. you wouldn't mind doing it right now?" he sternly said with a raised brow as he forked more food into his mouth. "of course, when you're done eating." he was a little bitter about having to work on homework, but he had to eventually touch it. like that helped when most of the grades were weighted by tests and quizzes. @ofpsyche

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REBLOG if you have amazing, talented WRITER friends.

Because I certainly do, and I love every single one of them and their work.

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as a queen of a nation ( that no longer existed but had part in building it ) she had to learn to read the room, quietly and not be suspicious. it was a handy skill. her features softened, as a mother herself, she did enjoy spending time with her children if they were not off to learn and be schooled in politics, financial and whatnot. good lord, she barely remembered what it was like when everything was still written by hand. and she was far more happy now that most things worked electornically. credit cards, mobile phones, laptops, atm's ? best inventions ever. " i don't know your parents but i am sure they'd be happy to see you, even if they scold you. whether it's if you're too busy, lost weight or if you have been secretly dating. give them a call more often. " wow, ahyo really did sound old didn't she. " of course. if you'd like me too i can check your calendar monthly in advance and see where you do not have any meetings or presentations and then block it. " it was the least she could do, right ? " isn't it funny how our work ethic contradicts our image of being healthy at time ? we want to be healthy but then destroy our mental health with work. what is our body's health worth if we do not do the same with our minds. " maybe she too had to learn that the hard way a few years back.

but all that did not change one thing, the fact that she was still rather surprised by his answer and how it turned her face a shade of pink. pushing back some lose hair behind her ear she thought of it. " thank you. to be fair, i do not think i was smitten with you then, i was happy to have a job first and foremost. " busted but she didn't really realize it. the small admittance. ahyo had rambled a lot back then and how tea could help with many things if used and brewed right. " tea has a very long history. it embodies respect, harmony and gratitude in one cup. and it is much better for the body than coffee but i guess that is just preference. " the brunette laughed. she too would take coffee over tee anytime but sometimes tea worked well for mind and body.

"maybe we should settle things between us first, learn more about each other and see where we stand before you introduce me to your parents. --- i am highly afraid of mothers that have a son. " maybe her stiffness slowly but steadily faded the more she drank from the liquid but maybe that wasn't so bad. it helped her a little. slender fingers picked up the chopsticks once more and picked up some meat.

was he supposed to feel conflicted when the answer was so painfully obvious? maybe he really did need to hear it from yeji. the more he sat and stewed as he chewed on his food, the more he realized how long its been since he's seen them. two years at least now. it probably didn't help how he always found something to busy himself with, whether it was work or outside of it that he would neglect his own parents. in truth, he wanted to hold himself to a higher standard and to impress all the people around him and what he was able to achieve. it was always a fear for him to be seen as a disappointment, but there came a time when things could be taken a little too far and he needed to be reminded of the things that truly mattered the most. jaeha's shoulders dropped as he reflected until his eyes flickered back onto her, preemptively holding onto a napkin for her. maybe it was foul of him to say that she looked pretty when she was at a loss for words. a soft smile appeared across his face. "i can tell you're speechless, but i am very interested to hear what you thought of it." jaeha props his chin on his hand as he keeps. "i thought you were very pretty back there. it's like you are able to make tea sound interesting." he smirks before flattening his lips, filling his glass, and taking a quick drink from it. "but I'll visit them. we won't need to do anything tonight, but when you get a chance, can you please clear up time for me? i would invite you as well, but i don't want to make it feel like a business trip for us." @ofpsyche

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Kim Jae Wook as Ryan Gold Her Private Life (2019) – Ep. 4

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who's gonna give me plots with cha subin?

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CONTINUED FROM HERE - @xxj0kerxx

well, who would have thought that elderly woman liked yoojin and dooted on him in such a way. it gave sunny one more reason to tease him but for now she just kept it to herself. and now that she had thought about it, it was somehow amusing. them out of all. although it was no coincidence. she had liked him during high school but she could not get herself to confess. he probably did not even like her back then, much more than now they were good friends. it was enough for her.

" it is indeed. i never had this great chicken before. it's juicy but not dry and the sauce is amazing too. " and sunny held herself to ridiculously high standards in whatever she did. regardless of food, clothes, jewelry or work itself. but good things should get a compliment, which reminded her that not everything expensive was also good. simple things like chicken and beer could do well to the soul much more than money at times. eyes met his in a thought lost face. " a chicken restaurant owner... " it came with surprise that this was actually not bad of an idea. from the top of her mind, she could not remember one. sure there where a few parents that had restaurants but not the main lead being her own boss. " i like that. it's fresh. " while she took the mug of beer again took a few sips from it. " not overused and new. which brings me to the male lead. anything supernatural, like vampires, grim reapers or anything supernatural is currently trending...have there been reincarnation topics lately ? "

that could actually work. it was good and original. surely the topic may be not so new anymore but at least they could make it work. " chicken restaurant owner and goblin! " that's when she slammed her hand on the table. " that will work. he is like centuries old and she is his reincarnated love interest from years ago. her with no memories of course. " there she went off, knowing it would work.

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ew tumblr. wtf.

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@xxj0kerxx

Go inside.

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freeze!

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brown eyes blinked in disbelieve at his words. did he just seriously deny her the waffle ? that deliciously filled the air with sweetness. a sigh. "looks like i am single again.. " a pout, not that she was serious but she really wanted that waffle. " good luck with your new girlfriend.. "

 . . . right . a frown tickles between the brows , he glances at the ice cream shop , then back down at the new motorcycle he bought ; the prettiest thing ever , mind you . ❛ no . you might touch it with your sticky hands , and ruin her . no ice cream on the bike . ❜