#Japanese porridge

[serendistudy]

i can't believe it's april already..... this month is going to be so busy :/ i have way too much to do and i still have zero motivation or energy i literally run on nothing but my silly little hyperfixations that give me tiny bits of happiness every now and then

[yappacadaver]

when they dont wash the rice -_-

[atmeal012]

[gokuna-arachnid]

2021.07.21 朝ごはん

[shoku-and-awe]

I caught some kinda bug last week, and the next day I was absolutely ravenous but didn’t trust my stomach. Luckily I had some boil-in-bag congee/okayu. It’s cooked with a big pickled plum, and the flavor totally suffuses the rice porridge. I added some fried tofu because I was just so hungry, plus leek and sesame. 10/10, cannot think of anything better to eat on a weak stomach.

[oishi-des]

Rice Porrdige - Fruits Baskets ep23

[train-heartnet-xiii]

I splurged on a really good Japanese style multi-function rice cooker (not Zojirushi level good, but as close to that as I could afford) that was marked down enough that I couldn’t not get it since I actually had enough (since my friend has been working late and needing rides home nightly and insists on giving me extra for driving after midnight even if I tell her she doesn’t have to) and it’s arriving tomorrow.

so today I’m getting what I need to do my pork belly slow cooker dinner where I sear the pork belly in a pan, put a layer of chopped carrot and daikon in the bottom of the slow cooker, place the pork belly on top of that, add in a modified sweet soy sauce broth, cook it up for a few hours, take the pork belly out, cut it into squares, put it back in the slow cooker for another hour, and then serve that over good CalRose rice (cooked in the new rice cooker!) when it’s done. gonna do that the day after it comes since the day it comes it could arrive as late as 9pm.

[mashinun]

七草粥 / Nanakusagayu / Seven Herbs Rice Porridge

[dovelette]

Warm

March Comes in Like a Lion

[falled-over]

autistic people r like ‘*the most disgusting and weird combination of food possible*? yh that’s my fave. i make it like every day’

[itadakimasu-letmeeat]

[popopretty]

The Day I Picked Up Dazai - Side A (2)

Links to Parts: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Final

Continuation from Part 1.

This is from Side A of the Dazai novel which was given out as free bonus for those who come to the cinema to watch the BEAST live action movie in Japan.

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...

Dazai is a strange guy in every possible way.

His eyes remind me of a burnt black cat, his build reminds me of a burnt black cat, his presence reminds me of a burnt black cat. He has a tone that sinks into the abyss of the spirit, and deep, dark eyes that seem to hold the conviction that the sun will never rise again. He is a man of few words. And his voice has the sound of severance that rejects mutual understanding from the very beginning. No one could understand him. No one ever will. And he himself knows that very well. That kind of voice.

It seems true that he wants to die. It seems that all the value standards of living reflected in his eyes are just as worthless and ugly as scrap iron. I don’t understand why. Perhaps the day when I understand will never come. He seems to know that too.

That is why he wants to go outside. The only way to quickly end the pain of his wounds and achieve his desired “big sleep” is to leave my house. However, he is even cut off from death, because I prevent him from escaping.

And that is when Dazai decides to complain about my existence to the very end. He actually has a lot of complaints, about meals, sleep, and other pastimes. One after another, he will find faults in my nursing, criticize, and roast me in the most disparaging way possible. There is nothing that can escape his criticism. He is simply a tyrant. I could have whimpered like a nine-year-old girl.

However, I am actually fine. Because I know that Dazai’s criticism is nothing more than an act he put on to serve his purpose. To discourage me. To depress me through and through, until I’m sick of him and kick him out of my door like I don’t care anymore. That will be his victory. So, I am fine, no matter what I am told. In reality, he must have been very impressed with my proper and adequate nursing.

For example, it goes like this.

“Hey you! The porridge is hot. I can’t eat it like this!”

“Hey, it’s really too hot. You know I can’t use my hands because I’m tied up right?? No no, I told you. Stop forcing it into my mouth… It’s hot! It’s hottttt!”

“I’m eating, I’m eating! Don’t bring another one! Arghhh! Wait… can’t move…. Gyaaahhh!! It’s in my eye! It hurts! It’s hot!! It hurts!!!!!”

“Come on. The toilet is limited to twice a day? Do something about that, won’t you? Even Port Mafia’s prisoners have a little more freedom.”

“Hey, I told you to deal with the boredom, but reading books to me? It’s not something you do with someone this age, you know? And it’s all the same book. And it doesn’t have the last few pages so I don’t even know the ending! Is this torture? A new type of torture?”

Very realistic acting.

I ignore him and just continue with my nursing.

My dedication pays off. After a few days, the young man’s eyes are all dead and exhausted. He speaks in a faint voice.

“I can’t… get through to him. This guy… He is a natural airhead.”

I don’t really understand what he means by it, but after that, Dazai has become more obedient to what I say.

From then on, Dazai changes his strategy. Instead of complaining about the daily nursing, he starts to make very specific demands about food, especially the ingredients. I suppose he wants me to give up. But I am a man of patience and consistency. And I am also a practical person who believes that someone whose hands are wrapped around like that needs a proper distraction. I then become an amiable cook.

His first request is for pufferfish’s organ sashimi. That is a rare ingredient. I go to the fish market to look for it, but the owner there tells me, “Are you stupid or what?” so I give up. Next is grilled amanita virosa. It is a kind of mushroom. The white and beautiful one I heard. This time, I also walk around the mountain to search but I can’t find any. Since the locals never eat this type of mushroom, I thought there should be quite some left in the mountain. What a pity. When I end up serving him the stir-fried dish made from the wild vegetables I happen to find on the way back from my search, Dazai looks at me with grudgeful eyes as if he is going to kill me, while saying “It’s delicious.”

The last dish is potato sprout salad. This one is just ingredients, so it is easy to get. However, I don’t have enough time to wait for them to sprout and get enough of them, so I have no choice but to serve them to him as a sandwich, instead of a salad. Dazai is strangely happy to eat it, but later that night he vomits a lot, while writhing in pain “It is not enough…!” To want to eat something even if it makes him vomit like that, he must like it a lot. It is a moment of hard work paid off for me.

(TN: In case you haven't realized it, everything Dazai requested above is super poisonous and can kill you if you eat them. xD)

On another day, I got this kind of complaint.

“You know, I understand very well that you don’t have any other intention rather than treating me.” Dazai says, flapping his two arms that have finally become free. By the way, his two legs are still tied to the bed. “But I have too much free time! No reading, no phone calls, no video or radio broadcast whatsoever, only some music from those records! I have memorized so many songs that I can start performing tomorrow. You really don’t have anything else? Any real entertainment?”

“No.”

“What’s with the immediate answer…? What on earth do you usually do living in this house?”, Dazai looks at me with a frightened face.

“Then how about playing a game?” I sit down on the chair in the room. “The people who lived in this house before happen to leave behind a deck of cards.”

“I know. It was left on the bookshelf.” Dazai makes a suspicious face. “But I’m not ten years old. Playing cards alone doesn’t make an entertainment at all.”

“I see… Then let’s bet on something?” I says as I take the cards out of the box.

For a second, Dazai’s eyes shine sharply like a blade. “Hmm. But do you even have anything to bet on? You don’t look like you have that much money.”

It is true. I don’t have that much money.

“Then how about this?”, I take out a chess board from the shelf and place sixteen white pieces and sixteen black pieces in front of us. “These are going to be our chips. We will play poker with them as our stakes. Texas Hold’em Heads Up rule. Opening bet is one piece. There is no upper limit. If you manage to win my whole bankroll of sixteen pieces, I will give you the right to freely leave this house.”

“Eh?” Dazai narrows his eyes. “Are you sure about that? You have quite some confidence there. So what if you win? Should I give you all my hidden assets too?”

“There is no point in using something that is not here right now, as I have no way to confirm things like your assets and such.”

“These fake notes then…”

“I absolutely don’t need that.” I push back the wad of notes that Dazai just takes out. “Let’s see. How about revealing one of your secrets every time you lose sixteen pieces?”

“Secret?” Dazai chuckles. “You did give it some thought, didn’t you?”

That is a suggestion based on my selfish calculation.

The problem now is that there is a chance Dazai will come back for revenge after he is healed and released from here. And there is nothing I can do to prevent that. There is no wall in this world that can resist the fierce retaliation of the Port Mafia. I need some kind of insurance. At least something that looks like an insurance. If I can get just a little bit of information about this identity, his secrets, his intentions, it can be helpful in preventing that to happen. Of course, even if I hear his secrets now, there is no way for me to confirm them. That is why it’s only for the ease of mind. If I can get more than one secret out of him, that ease will deepen somewhat.

“Haha, interesting. You are thinking of taking a bunch of secrets from me?” Dazai smiles a distorted smile. “It has been so long, since someone has been so determined to win against me.”

“I’m glad you got in the mood.” I say as I deal the cards. “Ready?”

“Anytime you wish.”

Two cards are dealt in front of me and two cards in front of Dazai, all facing down. Before I deal the next card, Dazai says, “You seem like a fair person. So, I will tell you a trick.”

“Trick?”

“The one who suggested this game were you, but the one who guided you to it was me.” Dazai looks at me with deep tranquil eyes. “I already confirmed that there were playing cards on the shelf, and there seemed to be nothing else to pass the time. We both had little to bet. It was obvious that we would settle with the conclusion that we should bet on my freedom. If it were another conclusion, I would just make a bigger fuss. And just like that I was able to draw out the game I desired from you.”

“I see.” I stare at the expression on his face. “Then it means you also expect to win?”

“Yeah.” Dazai says with a smile that seems to glimmer in the darkness. “This kind of game, I have never lost once.”

There is no hint of bluff or humor. He is serious.

“That is why” Dazai says as he pushes the first bet piece forward. “You will not get to hear a single secret from me for eternity.”

30 minutes later.

“The passcode for Port Mafia’s emergency armed vault is…7280285E.”

Dazai speaks with his dead face on the desk.

“You have so many secrets.” I speak in admiration.

“Of course I do! I’m the head of the special force under Boss’s direct command.” Dazai bawls out. “Argggh what the heck is going on? There goes most of my personal information. It’s humiliating!!!”

This is the eighteenth game, and I have won all of them. His address, his subordinates’ skills, time of joining the Mafia, total amount of money he has on hand, what he does in the organization, his favorite food, location of secret vaults, the fact that his current boss called Mori was once an underground doctor etc.

All the eighteen secrets Dazai have told me are so out of the ordinary that I can’t help but believe he is really an important person in the Port Mafia. In fact, I probably have heard too much. There are not many people on earth who know the background of Port Mafia’s boss – Yokohama’s Taishan Fujun. (TN: Name of a God in China, who is said to be in charge of the life and death of mortal beings on earth) The number of people who are still alive after learning about that is a different story.

Dazai puts his face down on the desk in despair. He sure did have a lot of confidence.

“You… cheated, didn’t you?”

Dazai stares at me, his gaze as sticky as mud. I tilt my head.

“Cheated?”

“I noticed it halfway. That’s a skill. You used some kind of skills to foresee how the games will unfold. I let my guard down at first because I thought skills wouldn’t work on me. But if you have used your skill not on me, but on the place itself, then that would explain that disgusting foreseeing of yours.”

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to hide it.” I speak as I sort out the cards.

My skill allows me to look into the very near future. Not less than 5 seconds, not more than 6 seconds from the present. That’s why I am able to see everything, from the next development of the game, the next stake to be made, to the next card that will come out. On extremely rare occasions, during months when I am in a tight spot for money, I will go to the casino and use this skill of mine to grab some easy money and go home.

“It sure was not fair.” I honestly admit. “Just like you, I have never lost in this kind of gambling before. Let’s void this game. From the beginning, I just wanted to help you kill time.”

“We can’t void it!” Dazai looks at me with protesting eyes. “We can’t even if we want to! If what we bet on was money, you would just need to return it to me in full. But I gave you information! You know that you don’t lose information even if you return it, right? What else can you do? Can you completely forget everything that you have heard and seen at will?”

“If that is the only way, then I will try.”

“Hahhhh???” Dazai looks so tired. “Your jokes are not funny. After all, you are always saying them with a straight face. Somehow I can’t take them as jokes at all.”

I tilt my head. “I didn’t mean to make a joke though…”

“’kay kay.” Dazai turns to the side with a sulky face. “Argg damn it, Mori-san will scold me for leaking so many organization’s information.”

I give it some thoughts then ask, “Who is that… Mori-san?”

Dazai looks astonished. “You really… forgot it?”

…..

[niuniente]

Do you have any favourite traditional Finnish dishes, or ones you absolutely hate?

My digestion issues prevent me from freely eating stuff so there are some favorite dishes I can't have anymore, like mustikkakukko, which is a rye blueberry pie from my home region, eaten with a vanilla sauce.

Same with karjalanpiirakka, which is a rye pastry with rice porridge in the middle. All foreigners love these! They're celebration food for wedding and funerals with an egg-butter spread (similar to Japanese tamago sando filling, except use butter instead of mayonnaise), otherwise just a daily food.

What I can eat and like to eat whenever possible is poronkäristys, sauted reindeer, with mashed potatoes and lingonberry jam.

Karjalanpaisti stew is also something that's OK to my stomach.

What I sometimes eat and take the risk of upsetting my stomach is suklaapuuro, chocolate porridge. It's eaten both warm and cold (I eat it cold), and it's made from semolina and cocoa powder.

Every foreigner HATES Easter delicacy mämmi, which is made from rye, syrup and molasses. It's eaten with sugar and heavy cream. I can't eat it anymore but I loved it ToT

Maksalaatikko, liver casserole, is something I could eat every day but my stomach is NO. So I have it a bit a few times a year, if possible. It sounds horrible - rice porridge baked in oven with raisins and liver pieces - but it's delicious. Usually eaten with lingonberry jam.

Fish foods are a big thing here and those are something I don't eat. I'm not a fan of sea food or fish. Everyone loves salmon and I'm like MEH.

[atmeal012]

chinamisakamoto

[gokuna-arachnid]

2021.09.07 朝ごはん

[onyourhyuck]

𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐊ᵃ𝐫𝐦𝐚. | Season 2

synopsis; park areum is a journalist who happens to get her life involved with the mafia leader war and havoc, lee jeno. areum’s brother was kidnapped by the japanese mafia na yuta and areum was able to successfully get jisung back— however with a price that she betrays lee jeno by selling out important information of his base whereabouts. it’s been a year ever since that day and areum happens to get involved in the mafia world again.

warning: mafia au/theme, thriller, action, romance, smut!!, lots of fighting here and mentions of blood, park areum is a bad bitch ykyk, dreamies are here for plot, love triangle!!!!, angst.. massive angst, death mentions of characters, alcohol mention, guns mention, switch!areum, switch Jeno!, rough kissing, gripping, degrading, praising, love scenes, unprotected seggs [wrap your willys sons pls, use it 😃], slowburn romance, prepare for a long ass ride.JEALOUSY, Exhibitionist scenes (almost caught etc) semi public scenes with sexual tension. PLOT TWISTS AND CLIFFHANGERS <3 THIS IS SEASON 2, CHECK SEASON 1 OUT BEFORE READING THIS SEASON PLSSSS.

PART 2 / 25 PART 3 LINK

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areum’s eyes softly open, a white room with the hidden smell of bleach and porridge in the air, nostrils flaring up at the strong smells overstimulated her. the young woman was on the IV drip, in a green hospital gown, hair all roughed up and body covered by blankets.

she groans when going to sit up, areum holding the side deeply where the sharp kicking pain and cramp began. a soft gasp came out, “shit. where am i?” areum calls out.

the sight of her brother walking in through the door, he gasps to see his sister awake. “noona! you’re awake.” jisung runs up areum, checking in on everything.

the girl side trails, “what are you doing here ji, honestly I’m fine.” areum immediately states, she was lying but she can’t afford to lose much time on her work and have jisung worrying.

“don’t lie.” a deep familiar tone would call out.

heart racing immediately as the heart monitor went insane temporarily, shocked eyes trembling at the sight of jeno standing by the doorway frame, having hands tucked in the front pockets, eyes lingering darkly on areum in the green gown. areum pulls jisung to the side, “hey jisung, mind getting me some cup of water?” areum tells and the boy glances to his sister. “sure, i’ll be back.”

jisung walks past jeno, the guy closing the door as he sits down beside areum’s bed.

“why are you here?” areum enquires forward, jeno would scoff. “i should be asking you that.” he steadily glares down at the woman, areum looking at him.

“why were you suddenly at my location hm? what are you trying to sniff and dig up now? don’t tell me you’re here for more information.” jeno lightly lists in disgusted manner, areum sighs out. “thats none of your business what i need, nor am i obliged to tell you anything.” areum quickly tells.

the two shared a long eye contact where there contrast hit. jeno dangerously glaring before looking away.

“i knew you wouldn’t tell me shit so,” he pauses as he reaches for inside his leather jacket, taking out the files that were inside her car. areum gapes down when jeno threw them on the bed. she grabs a hold of them tightly, glaring at jeno. “you looked through my shit?” areum blurts out.

“precisely what i did.” jeno acknowledges, areum felt like her entire privacy was stolen from her. jeno stood up going to leave, all he wanted was to give back the files.

areum watching the man leave she suddenly yells out, “yah where are you going?, i’ll sue you for invasion of privacy! yah! stop right there, don’t you dare step out of this room— lee jeno!” loud slam on the door was heard, areum huffs getting up. pulling down the IV drip and other monitor stuff off her body.

jisung came back to his sister rushing out, he’d quickly run after areum confused. “areum where are you going? you need to rest!”

his sister scoffs, “i have no time for that! tell my doctors i’ll send them the pay check for the hospital bill. get home safe jisung!” she’d yell across the hospital as he body flips around in the crowd, trying the best to leave. jisung looks down at the cup of water, rubbing the back of his hair.

it won’t hurt if he drank it instead.

areum comes out of the hospital back into the clothes she wore yesterday, half broken white turtle neck with a very noticeable hole from the stabbing. brown trousers and the blue ID tag around the neck.

jeno felt the woman lightly jog behind him, holding the sides constantly fighting the sharp crutch. he stops midway the road where he was going, thinking whether to approach her here.

instead he continues to walk. areum following behind in secretive motives now, she doesn’t want to get caught again knowing now that he wasn’t a fan. she would stop in middle of the city looking around where jeno got lost in a crowd. ‘fuck where did he go?’ areum would think. the city buzzing practically with people left and right, every corner full of humans speaking and gossiping. areum felt like she were in a stimulation almost. the cars beeping, piling up one by one in a long endlessly traffic. the stores of cashier apps opening, money clicking in hands, children crying; it all spun around areum like a horrible song on replay.

considering the massive population roaming the city streets durning daytime, the percentage of areum finding jeno was either luck to a zero percent rating. how was she going to ever find jeno?

unless jeno comes to areum, himself personally.

a hand crept up behind areum pulling the woman in a dark alleyway, shifting the entire anatomy to pin on the brick red cold, dirty wall. spine deeply pressed, an arm strength just by merely simply pressing on the bandaged up wound causing areum to grasp the situation more. looking at the person, in the eyes. the strength between the two was a large scale difference. the man’s built like something out of a movie, he had immersive strength running in his blood, boiling hard to the point, his strength was related to hulk. areum’s much smaller built wasn’t in no shape or form able to compete with that.

she was frail in his eyes, physically, he felt if he were to caress the top of her head, she would break automatically, like a porcelain ancient doll.

jeno glared down to areum, as if this was her final warning. as if he was being serious about this, that if she were to not listen to him, she would have to die. areum tensed up by the sound of the metallic cold robotic voice, emotionlessly speaking.

he was completely detached from her. “last warning, park areum. follow me again and you won’t be able to take another breathe.” he dryly croaks. areum felt shivers going down the spine just by his dangerous voice.

“do you have the guts to do that?” areum openly questions. jeno giving outmost silence, that was until his lips parted. “want to test it out and see for yourself?”

a pistol coming into view, he made sure areum took a view of the loaded bullets in each hole before closing it, perking it up to load the pistol. a thin mechanic tip of the gun pressing roughly on the woman’s chest. she would lie if she said she wasn’t utterly crapping herself here. concealing the worrisome face, in reality she kept a stern glare. jeno always admired the way areum never shown a sign of fear, however this time, he sees a scared woman.

the metallic pistol left an ice cold sensation against the thin fabric dove white turtle neck. areum silently flinching as jeno’s thumb smothers gently on top of the button that can shoot a bullet in her at any moment.

jeno smirks down seeing a hint of nervous sweat build on areum’s pale beautiful skin. as he pulls away the gun, tucking it back in his jacket. areum quickly spreads her knee to his crotch, in the moment jeno was not paying attention, the woman was glaring down at the man who fell on one knee.

what a way to catch him off guarded.

areum scoffs, “not even a gun can protect your weak balls it seems” walking away from jeno who had a slight whine coming through. “don’t tell me what to do, focus on your mafia world and i’ll focus on my journalist world.” she turns around watching him with a determined look.

“i suggest you come up with better phrases to intimidate me as well. ” she’d insult before finally leaving the alleyway, jeno in a nutshell was practically equalling himself to near death experience number two— considering it happened twice now. the man grumbles on his knees. “yah! park areum! come back, wait till I get my hands on you— I’ll—“ jeno rolls on the ground slamming his fists on the rock concrete flooring.

“i’ll end her, i swear, i’ll end her.” the man whinges. he said this with absolute passionate determination, yet, he couldn’t even hold himself together as his pistol was pressing up on areum.

the small shot glasses click together before separating as the group sip the soju from within. areum looking back to mr ahn, the man drinking casually. beside the man, it would be a young blonde girl with short hair who also works in their company. mark and ms oh share a few glances as they spoke. areum would reach for a bottle pouring more into mr ahn’s shot glass.

“to celebrate mark becoming a permanent member in the team, right?” areum starts to cheer, the boy smiling at her words. mr ahn smirks “yes, to our new member, mark!” he’d cheer.

second click.

third click.

fourth…

areum saw a lot of people questioning the girl’s ability to drink so much, mr ahn laughing nervously. “areum are you sure you can drink more?” areum scoffs, “sir! i can drink about fifteen more shots.” the man would trail back, “oh yeah? then i’ll leave you to it. make sure to get a taxi back home.”

areum hums in agreement. mark watching the woman down more shot in the moment. “how’s your wound by the way?” mark looks down trying to find the side that was hurt with his eyes.

mark was met with areum slowly lifting the side, a white area on the stomach completely banded up. he whoas at the sight. “is this possible to even happen working as a journalist?” he exclaims.

areum and ms oh laugh a little. “oh course it can mark! we are undercover half of the time when reporting.” the woman said in obvious reasons. mr ahn leans forward telling mark something. “areum worked in this industry for a long time, the woman has gotten into so many injuries when working.”

Mark’s jaw drops just hearing this, what more could the woman experience? she practically had a near death situation yesterday, how can this get worse? areum pours the alcohol in his empty glass.

“don’t worry about it, drink up!” areum encourages forward, the Canadian boy pouring it down the throat. she smiled at the sight.

the celebration of event lasted about three-and a half hours if they were able to do the maths soberly. however all of them were absolutely wasted. mr ahn urged areum to go home first because she was genuinely the one who drank the most.

areum walking outside in the cold, she shifts putting the hands in front jacket, sighing out, a soft smoke coming out her lips, the weather reflecting how cold it actually is; lips quivering, areum was smiley, alcohol always makes her a little more happy: along with a pinkish red blue across the nose and cheeks, eyes were in eye smile form, ears matching the same colour of her nose and cheeks, she can’t necessarily walk in a straight line either. areum hums drunkly, noticing a group of men laughing as they smoked.

their cigarette scent inflicted the drunken senses quickly. she goes over planning to completely walk past them, but the men over where whistles looking at areum.

the woman stops in track, men laughing once seeing her stop. areum told herself to ignore it, forget it, but even in such drunk situations— her hot temper was unavoidable. the woman turning on the heels, now facing the old men in their Middle Ages. “hello pretty lady, want to join us for a cigarette perhaps?” one said with a beard, cackling, areum only made way up to them slowly.

thinking the woman was pretty easy to obey to them, they handed areum a cigarette, lighting it up.

the woman wouldn’t inhale it but instead, lifts it between the fingers, dropping it on their shoe. he man screams, running back. areum grins, watching the shoe flinch in motion.

“sorry, last time i checked whistling at woman was known as harassment.” areum points. “you bitch how dare you accuse of such a thing, i’ll teach you a lesson on respecting elders like this!” the second man held a tight grip on the arm, pulling areum into his body.

areum croaks, “respect is earned, it goes both ways.” they heard the woman chant, nudging the men off. areum hovered by the immense crowd, soon an unfamiliar hand pulls areum completely back from the situation.

areum behind the darkly clothed figure stood still, the woman’s pupils oscillating up, the image of a tall figure with broad shoulders, slim waist and bulking muscles crowding the woman’s view intensely. sinister face in front of the men’s view, however areum could not see it— the older men felt a devilish warning sent to them just by two murderous orbs, staring down at them, the men bow apologetically, not to areum, but to the man.

seeing the men walk away, areum was soon realising that her wrist was held by the man in a protective grip. without further words said between them, the nightfall overtook the skies fully; it was getting late, and jeno was not going to let areum get a taxi at such times.

immediately hauled by the unforgiving strength inside an unknown black car, making the woman sit in the passenger seat, jeno leans forward causing areum to tense up. his veiny hands dragging forth the seatbelt, finding the plug, and then inserting it in. areum mentally curses at how she is reacting to such tiny space between them. the man pulls back, slamming shut the door. jeno soon entering in the driver seat with a symmetrical slam to the door.

the drive was as silence the grave on a funeral. it felt forbidden to happen. areum wasn’t understanding the motive the man had. jeno personally told her himself to not get involved. so why was he jumping in the moment he saw something happen? jeno himself, was fighting the urge to not get involved, but lost the battle once he stepped in because of it. his protective inner side told to himself to not trust areum, to not care, do not stay around her you’ll get attached again— she will hurt you like before.

it was hard. jeno can survive a war, death situations and pain; but when it came to areum, he can’t survive not being around her. the year passed, but the year was the hardest battle he has endured.

“i can take the taxi…” areum matter-of-fact says. the man let out a short laugh of bafflement. he was truly baffled by the woman’s stubborn words .

“you’re telling me that now that i am driving for about five minutes?” jeno said, shortly looking at areum as the car stops. areum sits up straight, “i couldn’t process the situation from before.”

hearing aruem say this, jeno turns back to the road tapping on the leather stirring wheel. “give me your house address” jeno said in rather a demand than a question. areum’s eyes move around nervously, “no, i can take the taxi like i said.” the woman stood stubborn despite being wasted, it showed the way her face was light headed.

“areum, i had enough of your stubborn personality. tell me your address so i can drop you home.” jeno leans forward, waiting for a quick answer. areum shifts once again, getting out the gps on the phone. jeno falters a condensed smirk before starting to drive the car to move again. “see, wasn’t that hard now was it?” jeno said.

the car stops in front of a small house located by a small garden, his eyes check forward before coming out of the vehicle. areum’s sluggish drunken state shown in the way she walks out, wobbling side by side, especially with the ankles bending back and forth.

jeno held areum by the waistline, as areum had one arm up on his neck, wrapped. the man looks at areum when arriving in front of the door.

“give me your house keys.” jeno tells again, areum shifting with no. he rolls his eyes, of course she’d reject. jeno grabs the small bag belonging to areum, looking through to get house keys— which he obtains now.

the door opens wide, areum shifting inside. the man closes the door with a sigh, somehow bringing nostalgic memories within him and areum as well. jeno puts the bag down on the stairs, as his shoes would be taken off to respect the property cleanliness.

jeno grabs a hold of aruem, dragging her on the beige couch area. he kneels on the carpet floor in the darkness, taking off the woman’s shoes. areum whines, “so damn hot,” she murmurs, the temperature rising. jeno felt another flashback happen in front of him.

he was quick to respond to areum lifting her shirt off. his hands quickly stop her from taking it off, sighing. “you can’t just take it off, areum.” he said, he can’t believe he was scolding her.

“why not?” the woman hopelessly said, jeno looks away. “just don’t do it okay?” he stands up looking around in the darkness.

areum quickly gripping onto jeno’s shirt, she’d pull him on top of her, a playful grin staring jeno down in the blackness of the room. this set so many memories between them shared.

why was his mind like a camera replaying back on scenes like deja vu? their eyes lingering on each other, none of them wanting to break free from their contact. despite the stubborn personalities, their bodies were the most honest part of themselves. the physical contact sparking a small ember inside jeno’s cold torn heart, the warmth entering it as if the heart came back to life just from this small action areum has did.

“i hate you lee jeno.” areum was quick to say, jeno half smirking. “I hate you more, you’re just like every corrupted journalist” he slyly comments with a hint of hatred, areum sharply glaring to the man. “take that back, asshole.” the woman shot quickly gripping tightly on the white shirt, jeno eyeing the hostile girl.

“why should i when I’m not wrong?” jeno’s hands lightly grip onto areum’s waist pulling the woman up. she felt light on the body just by the mere strength of his arms, the tight grip on the hips resting there. areum purse lips into a thin line, the eye contact maintained. full of hatred, unspoken upset feelings and pettiness. jeno despises the girl in front yet he still very much cared for her.

but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t want to punish areum. he wishes to be mean to her just like how she hurt not only him, but others, his friends that are his family.

areum opens her mouth, but the moment doing so jeno launches forward. the rough kiss full of passionate hate directed into it. the girl responded with eyes closed, deepening the kiss by allowing the tongue slip right in past in the foreign mouth. jeno gripping a hand around her neck squeezing it, areum tensing up at the actions.

this wasn’t something jeno was used to doing to someone, but whatever areum did to him, those pent up emotions lead to this.

roughly biting on the bottom lip, his vicious mouth latching on the jawline, down to the neckline, vigorously leaving wet stains and bite marks. he felt the heavy soju on the tip of the tongue, groaning. “how sober are you?” he trails, areum humming in surprise— she hates how turned on she is right now. this side of jeno along the side of his handsome face.

“i’m sobering up slowly,” areum quietly tells. jeno darkly smirking at the woman. somehow areum knew this was going to be the death of her.

“good. i want you to remember everything I’m going to do to you.” jeno’s hands tracing up the thighs, spreading open the legs as he kept them on each sides. areum shuddering at the actions. “and you will take absolutely everything i give.”

areum still couldn’t believe the way jeno purposely riled her up on purpose, there were shared words of hatred spread amongst them, such as ‘don’t think this changes anything between us’ or ‘I hate you so fucking much for betraying me, take it all what i’m going to give you’, as if he knew all the weak words to say and spots and sensitive areas in her body just by looking at it. he was an observer, attentive as hell with immense self awareness— he could tell when she was close to her orgasm climax, when the stomach hitches a deep breathe in, shaking thighs with hips stuttering in motion, the way her teeth grip on her bottom lip to contain a high pitch moan. her body sucking every inch of jeno’s long fingers.

he purposely stops moving them whenever areum was going to cum, edging the girl’s body to a maximum. the long minutes of being edge felt like years to areum, she couldn’t process the way her fast orgasm approaching completely vanished into thin air as if it were never there.

“fuck, jeno.” he hears the voice call out, arching the back forward, the way his fingers coil in the warmth of the soaking walls within, clenching tight. he knew she was about to cum. but then, his fingers disappear, leaving the tightness to let go, the thread not snapping.

“jeno,” areum calls out again, tugging onto his wrist as she in a daze sat up. jeno already looking at areum. “what do you want?” he spat.

“i want you, please, god.” she’d whine when he moves away his hand from her, seemingly not going to listen. areum sighing out “fine I’ll do the job myself,” areum hisses in deep annoyance. the man grips her wrist tight, flipping areum over on all fours. he growls in disapproval, knowing exactly what she were about to do.

“who said you can touch yourself, along with coming?” he didn’t spare a single sympathy to her. not only did she drink out late which already annoyed him so much, she was still thinking she can do whatever she wants to.

areum angrily turns around to look at the man, “myself, because you can’t do the fucking job to make me come either way.” the way the insult was thrown, jeno grabs a hold of her face with his hand, widely smirking. “let’s put that to the test, shall we?” he slowly told.

those words were quick to come back to areum. when jeno unbuckles off the lower trousers revealing the massive hard length, in both girth and size. her eyes roll back as she covers the mouth, a strain pained out moan, turning soon into pleasure, when only the tip was put in the entrance. he slowly dug himself in, allowing every single part of him entering her. areum’s hands were quick to squeeze on the side when he grunts, feeling the both tightness and harsh pulsing vibrations set jeno enough to make him lose himself into areum.

the way she felt was way better than he’d imagine. the man did not lie when he was planning to ruin areum into pieces just like how she hurt him back then— the speed of the thrusts were practically inhuman, rancid unbelievable movements, nails digging deep alongside the soft milky smooth skin on the smaller fragile body frame, areum hissing at the very rapid motions. “slow- down..,” was all his ears capture, his lips shaping upwards. “think you forgot who’s in charge here.” jeno spat. she felt all the hating emotions penetrating through, the way his girth stretching her out so much, to the point she didn’t know she could stretch that much. “we barely got started and you’re acting this way?” he teases, “oh darling, i’ll be making you come so many times your neighbours will hate me by the time I’m done with you.”

areum felt so many climaxes hit her at once, jeno was almost casting a spell under her, she swore with the way he whispered hateful words but at the same time admired the way she looked so beautiful underneath him being manhandled completely. the way her weak hands trying their best to cling and hold onto his arms in desperation, jeno had her shaking under his control as his grunting moans were soon mixing in with her senseless moans.

she was a moaning mess for him. he purposely leans down breathing above her lips, where she crawls leaning forward to kiss him. jeno purposely moving on the side rejecting it. areum whining in response helplessly clinging onto the boy.

“what did you say Hm? that I can’t make you come? you’re coming so much right now.” jeno sneers, areum watching the man with a few tears streaming out of the final climax coming through. jeno grunts, stammering hips roughly into areum before releasing as well.

areum felt the way his hot liquid flushing in deeply, she closes eyes in the moment, watching the way jeno leans his head back, his bangs laying low covering his dark eyes. she’d feel the aching muscles by the time jeno comes off, sitting up on the couch as he observes the woman down below. the sleepiness caught to areum first, by the time jeno came forward checking on areum within the five minutes forward, he heard light breathes of sleep.

a ghost smile appearing on the lips, he quietly moves areum’s hair on the side that was covering her face— eyes admiring her up close before he quietly places a blanket he found nearby onto the naked body. “i was too rough on her,” he murmurs, he ended up fucking her that good she ended up sleeping. jeno admires the sleeping aruem before checking his body— areum cause of things were the scars and fingernail marks fading into deep purple bruises; some faded already. he rubs the back of his head, ‘shit, i should leave. that way i won’t get attached.’ He said himself.

in the end it was a mere one night stand to them both. but deep within themselves it was a strong pent up emotions of hate, but also the pent up frustration of their feelings for each other overall. jeno and areum both understood it. but admitting it out loud isn’t their cup of tea.

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