#bulgasari

[vermilllionsands]

On set of Pulgasari, 1985

[rhetthammersmithhorror]

Galgameth | 1996

[briefbestiary]

The unkillable beast. Some say that the Bulgasari actually was successfully killed, yet others say that it could not be killed, and instead wanders the forests of Korea today.

[blazescompendium]

From what I've known, the special effects team, along with the monster suit actor behind Godzilla series, was hired for the North Korea Pulgasari movie, so no wonder there's a pokemon based on this one 😆 After all, it's technically a collaborate project between North Korea and Japan! BTW, the original director of Pulgasari movie was actually kidnapped from South Korea, and he later escaped during the Berlinale, which is the reason why the international release got delayed. They later erased his name and promote the vice director as the director instead. Crazy stuffs.

Oh man this stuff escalated so quickly. I was like, hey how cool the original monster suit actor from Godzilla was there, hey how cool it was a partnership between two countries that usually hate each other, and then.... THEY WHAT!? But yeah, i knew for some time this movie has some problems related to it, but i never dive deep in it. I really like kaiju movies, i think they are essentially modern folklore, or at least they build towards it. And mostly are created by the same cultural forces that created myths. My favorite Kaiju has to be Mothra! But i think Pulgasari is almost there haha.

[chernobog13]

Bulgasari, the Iron-Eating Monster (1962)

This was the first monster film, as well as the first film utilizing special effects, made in South Korea.  The film is based on a medieval Korean legend, and was inspired by Godzilla (1954).

The film itself is considered lost.  The only thing that remains are posters like the one above, a copy of the script, and tons of negative reviews archived in libraries in South Korea, where it was universally panned.

However, at least one person the Korean peninsula thought it was good enough to warrant a remake.  Kim Jong-il, father of current North Korean dictator Kim Jong-un, had the film Pulgasari (1985) made with a director kidnapped from South Korea and some staff from Toho.

[comparativetarot]

Nine of Swords. Art by Taylor Hultquist-Todd, from Myths & Legends: An Illustrated Tarot.

...nine features the Bulgasari, the eater of nightmares and metals from Korea.

[nineheavenspress]

CREATURE: BULGASARI (불가사리)

Illust: Jeong/dune5and

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It answers the desperate cries from victims of war and responds against their aggressors with violence. It doesn't stop until put down, all it knows is to destroy.

The Bulgasari first appeared in legends in the waning days of the Goryeo dynasty (late 14th century). There are several myths surrounding it, but it appears as a reaction against the government rounding up Buddhist monks.

It eats and is immune to metal. In the original folktale, a Buddhist monk in hiding created and fed the Bulgasari pins and needles. It grew into a near invincible beast. The Goryeo armies tried defeating it with fire. Indeed, the flames burnt it out eventually, but only strengthened its anger. With its death knell, devastation spread.

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[timetraveler-jjs]

idk what happened but my designer brain reactivated, and i’ve been designing like CRAZY this last week. soo… expect more nct graphics :,)

[hamsterclaw]

Desecrate

A fall from grace causes you to stumble into the hands of a demon prince. Inspired by Lilith.

Pairing: Yoongi x f! reader

Word count: 2.6k

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Sex, swearing, mention of murder, non-explicit attempted assault, angels and demons

Min Yoongi is older than most creatures to walk this Earth, this much he knows. It’s been years since he last felt that any of the petty skirmishes mortals involve themselves in was worth any of his interest or his time. 

Even though time, for him, stretches out, almost infinitely. 

He doesn’t know your face at all, but you catch his attention, and hold it. He can sense your mortality slipping through your fragile grasp as you grapple with the men holding you down. 

You’re not going to win, though he admires your grit. 

Yoongi’s no stranger to blood but he has no desire to watch you get used and torn to shreds. He’s moving on when your eyes meet his. 

You plead with him wordlessly, desperately, as the light dims in your eyes. 

Yoongi knows that this is a dangerous time, the twilight between living and dying. You’re straddling both worlds, dying even as you push uselessly at the hands around your neck. 

It would be facetious to say that Yoongi kills without a shred of remorse. It’s more truthful to say that he kills without a thought. 

He’s standing amidst the mess he made, you at his feet, your face pressed to the ground. 

You’re unconscious, but you’ll live, unlike the men Yoongi dispatched on your behalf. 

There’s something unbearable to him about the way the lovely line of your cheek is touching the dirt of this human dumping ground. 

Yoongi doesn’t know what possesses him, but he takes you with him as he leaves. 

***

You wake in stages, in a very human way. 

Your eyes flicker open, shut. Yoongi can hear your heart accelerate, your breathing quicken, he can see your muscles tense. 

Your mouth opens on an inhale, and your eyes flicker open again. 

‘Where am I?’ you rasp. 

Your voice is soft, plaintive, your vocal cords swollen from your assault. 

‘You’re in my home,’ Yoongi replies. 

When you turn your head to look at him, your eyes are more focused. 

‘And who are you?’ 

‘I saved your life,’ Yoongi tells you. 

He watches as your eyes scan the domed ceiling, the painted frescoes, the stained glass. Your gaze stops at a scene of the Madonna. 

Yoongi studies your profile, the dirt smudged on your cheekbone he’d not bothered to wipe off.

Your gaze returns to him.

‘You’re Min Yoongi.’

It’s not a question, but Yoongi’s compelled to answer anyway, because the fact that you’ve guessed his identity means there’s more to you than he first thought.

You sit up, and Yoongi wonders how he managed to miss the celestial aura emanating from you. 

Lords and beings.

You’re an angel.

Seokjin is never going to let him live this down.

Min Yoongi, ancient slayer of humans, demonic legend from the mediaeval history of man, saved an angel.

Yoongi gets up, lets a tiny fraction of his darkness show. His voice deepens, resonating through the chapel.

‘Leave.’

You’re frightened, he can see it in the way you’re tensed, body held taut like a bow.

‘I can’t. It’s the night of Pandemonium.’

Pandemonium marks the beginning of when the Gates of Hell open each year. From your reaction, Yoongi guesses you’re a young angel, limited in power, incapable of cloaking or protecting yourself.

He laughs sardonically. ‘I don’t think the home of the bulgasari Prince is the right place for an angel on the night of Pandemonium, do you?’

You clasp your hands.

‘I’m not an angel.’

Yoongi stares at you.

‘Not anymore. I was cast out.’

For the first time, Yoongi feels a flicker of interest.

He can feel the scales in his mind threaten to tip by the tiniest of margins. 

For the first time, he thinks he might not kill you.

Seemingly unaware of his internal debate, you take a step closer to him.

Towards the most dangerous being in the room.

Yoongi flicks his tongue over his lower lip, steps forward so you can see him in the red glow.

His human form is beautiful, drawing others in. Leading them to their own destruction.

He can see the way your pupils dilate, your tongue wets your bottom lip, as you see him clearly for the first time.

‘You want to stay with me?’ he asks, silky. He takes another step.

You tilt your chin so you can keep looking at him.

‘Show me how much you want to stay.’

Yoongi turns his head towards the painting above the hearth.

‘Destroy it.’

You turn to the painting. 

It’s from the 14th century, by a little known Italian painter called Diavollo, depicting the death of Santa Lucia. He was gifted it by a corrupt nobleman in exchange for his life. Yoongi had taken both. 

You cast a defiant look at him, rush towards the painting. You stop, head bowed, before it.

‘I can’t.’ 

‘You can,’ Yoongi says, pitching his voice low, letting the heat of it flare out to you.

You clasp your hands together again, despairing. ‘I can’t.’

Steps heavy, head bowed, you head for the door. 

You stop just inside the front entrance to the chapel, as if giving him a chance to change his mind before he sends you to certain death.

Yoongi’s had countless beings plead for mercy from him in his long life and he has never once given in.

There’s a stirring in the recesses of his mind as he admires your profile for the last time. It feels like longing.

Then you’re gone, door swinging closed behind you.

***

Yoongi dislikes gatherings like this, when the princes of Hell and their delegates celebrate their misdeeds in front of the beings who serve them.

If Seokjin hadn’t asked him to attend as a personal favour, Yoongi would be in his home.

Oddly, he’s not been able to look at the Diavollo since you gave your life rather than destroy it.

He wonders if that sort of foolishness is what got you exiled.

He’s thought about your face so much that when he sees you, he’s momentarily stilled.

You’re knelt at the feet of Malvarius, the highest ranking demon of Yeomna’s court, save for Seokjin, and Yoongi himself.

Yoongi watches with revulsion as Malvarius scratches a bloodstained nail along the line of your neck, stopping at the iron collar around your throat.

Malvarius wraps his fist in the chain attached to your collar, tugs.

You fold to the ground in a heap of loose limbs and the sheer drapery he’s dressed you in.

Yoongi finds he still doesn’t care to see your face against the ground.

He approaches the demon, and you.

When you see him, there’s a flicker in your eyes.

‘She’s mine,’ Yoongi says, unceremoniously, to Malvarius.

Malvarius, the treacherous devil, says smoothly, ‘Pardon me?’

‘I made her a deal,’ Yoongi replies, preternaturally calm. ‘She owes me.’

Malvarius sits up, and Yoongi realises there’s a crowd gathering.

It doesn’t take much to have demons baying for blood.

Malvarius draws himself up to his full height.

‘Do you mean to say, Yoongi, that you own the soul of Azariel’s only daughter?’

Yoongi blinks.

Azariel, the most revered of the archangels, is a name that strikes fear even in the hearts of the most seasoned of demon princes.

You’re Azariel’s daughter? 

Yoongi remembers the way you cried over the Diavollo as you walked to your death.

You’d not used your father’s name as a bargaining chip. 

Yoongi says, coolly, ‘One fallen angel is just like any other.’

‘She’s a lusty slut,’ Malvarius remarks. ‘Can’t stop opening your legs for me, can you, angel?’

You gasp in pain as he pulls up on the chain, making you dance on your toes to keep from being choked.

Yoongi finds he doesn’t care for the sight of you in pain, either.

‘Give me what’s mine,’ he says, bored. ‘Or we can ask Yeomna to mediate.’

At the mention of the lord of Hell, Malvarius scowls. The last time he clashed with Seokjin, Yoongi had come very close to removing his power, Yeomna’s rules be damned.

He tosses the chain on the stone floor with a clang.

‘To your new master,’ he says, with little grace.

Yoongi removes the collar from around your neck.

‘Follow me,’ he commands.

Yoongi leads you through the debauchery, ignoring your gasps and sobbing breaths as you step through blood, entrails, sex. 

It’s only when you’ve followed him all the way back to his door that he speaks to you.

‘I’m deciding what to do with you,’ he tells you. ‘You will stay here, whilst I decide.’

‘My father won’t engage in barter for me,’ you say immediately. ‘He’d as soon as I was dead as alive.’

‘You must have done something terrible, angel.’ 

Your mouth clamps shut, lips flattening into a straight line.

‘Did you kill?’ Yoongi asks. ‘Maim?’

You barely react to his taunting tone.

‘Were you envious? Greedy?’

You’re quiet.

‘You’re not wrathful,’ Yoongi observes. 

He waits until your eyes meet his.

‘That leaves pride, and lust?’

From the way your face tightens he knows he’s stumbled upon his answer.

Yoongi lets his eyes travel to your beautiful form in the sheer silk you’re draped in.

Your breasts press against the material, rounded, enticing, and as he looks, your nipples tighten visibly.

‘Ah,’ Yoongi says, voice dropped to barely a whisper. ‘He said you were lustful.’

Yoongi leans down, close to your cheek, and enjoys the way you shiver as he breathes on your skin.

He flicks the tip of his tongue against your skin, and your pupils dilate so much your eyes are practically black.

Your lips part on his name, and Yoongi, for the first time in a long while, feels a surge of lust.

You stay completely still as he touches your cheek.

‘What do you want from me, angel?’ Yoongi taunts. ‘Aren’t you fallen enough?’

Your breath trembles in your chest as his fingers tighten on your face.

‘Come,’ says Yoongi. ‘Show me how you fell.’

He lets go of your face to caress the swells of your breasts, and you gasp, but you don’t stop him.

Instead, you arch your back to press your breasts into his palms.

‘You want more?’ Yoongi asks. He knows you do.

He grasps the front of your gown, rips it all the way down.

Your thighs tighten on his hand as he reaches between your legs.

Yoongi’s hand explores you, leisurely, slow, until you’re twitching and trembling.

Your nipples are so sensitive now that when Yoongi rolls his tongue around one you buck your hips into his hand.

‘Uhngh,’ you moan. 

Yoongi thumbs the bud at the top of your sex, and your warmth pulses around his fingers.

Wet, hot, tight.

Yoongi drags his tongue along the round of your breast, and your breathing hitches.

Your nipples are so puffy and erect they almost look painful.

You whine as he grasps your rounded flesh. The sound causes a stirring, low in his belly.

Yoongi’s cock swells at the sounds you make. You’re so pleasured, breathless, and he’s barely making any effort.

He’s already almost fully erect when your soft hand brushes the front of his groin.

‘Bold for an angel,’ he says.

There’s a spark in your eyes, clouded with lust. 

‘How many angels have you defiled, Lord Min?’

Yoongi considers your question as his eyes roam your beautiful body.

‘None,’ he tells you.

You smile, and you’re so pretty he can’t take his eyes off you.

‘Luckily, I’m not an angel any more.’

Yoongi smirks. ‘Let me show you how the other side lives.’

He turns, and you follow.

***

You’re lost, Yoongi isn’t sure when it happened, probably between your fourth, maybe fifth peak.

He’s covered in your arousal, he can taste you on his lips, on his tongue. His cock’s still so rigid inside you he’s aching, caught in the delirium between pleasure and pain.

He plunges into your wet warmth, rocking his hips against yours.

Your arms are limp, one draped around his neck, just barely holding on, the other splayed out, fingers uncurled. You look dazed, fucked out, teetering on the edge of consciousness.

You cry out as Yoongi moves, dragging his cock against the walls of your cunt, and he notes with grim satisfaction how hoarse your voice now is.

‘Yoongi,’ you beg, ‘wanna feel you.’

‘You’ll feel me,’ he promises.

You shake your head. ‘I want to feel your pleasure.’

Yoongi groans as you hold your legs apart for him, letting him see exactly how he cleaves you apart , the way he looks entering your core.

He wraps a hand around your neck, tight, and your eyes close. Your hand snakes around his wrist, urging him on.

You’re clenching around him so sweetly Yoongi’s disarmed, and when you press a kiss to his temple he releases, shouting your name, spilling inside you.

Belatedly, he remembers to loosen his grip around your neck, and as you remain still he feels an unnerving wave of fear that he might have hurt you.

He says your name, and you stir. Relief floods through his chest. 

‘Stay,’ you mumble into his chest. ‘Stay.’

Yoongi curls his arm around you, a display of skinship he’s unused to but that you seem to want.

He wonders, curious, why he’s swayed to want to give you what you want.

***

You wake during the night. 

Yoongi’s flat on his back, arm propping up his head. He watches with dark amusement as you look your fill at his naked form. 

‘You’re too wide-eyed considering you have my seed all over you,’ he drawls. 

You blink at him. ‘I was surprised to wake, my lord.’

‘You thought I’d kill Azariel’s fallen daughter?’ Yoongi muses, not bothering to acknowledge how close to the truth you are. 

‘You do have a reputation, Lord Min,’ you say, so seriously that it takes him a moment to realise you’re teasing him. 

He’s startled into laughter that sounds rusty even to him. 

You turn over, breasts spilling onto the silk bedcovers, lush and beautiful like you were made to tempt him. 

His cock stirs, and it doesn’t escape your notice, minx that you are. 

You reach for him, gentle, soft against his hardness. 

Yoongi groans, eyes never leaving you as you stroke him. Your lips part on a breath, tongue flicking between. The cavern of your mouth feels like the heaven Yoongi will never know. 

He’s never rued being born a demon prince until this moment. 

Yoongi pulls you off his rigid shaft, seeks the warmth between your legs. You’re already gasping, spreading to take him, so soft and slick and willing he can barely hold himself back. 

His hand finds its way around your neck again, squeezing, and the pleasure ramps up a thousandfold. 

Your back arches as you peak, and this time Yoongi doesn’t have the patience to deny himself. He groans into your hair as he fills you, remembers to loosen his grip. 

You’re emboldened to press a kiss to his lips, a moment of contact so searing Yoongi’s jolted out of his post-pleasure daze. 

Neither of you speak, and neither of you makes a move to leave. 

***

It’s just past dawn when Yoongi stirs to the back of your entirely naked body. 

You’re getting re-dressed, helping yourself to his clothes. 

‘I should go,’ you say. 

Yoongi hadn’t realised you’d noticed he was awake. 

Pandemonium has passed, but Yoongi finds he doesn’t care for any possibility that you might get hurt. 

He rises, unclasps a chain from around his neck, fastens it around your own. The ancient rune now hanging between your collarbones is distinctly, identifiably, his. 

There aren’t many who would seek his wrath. 

‘My father will —--’ 

‘Rue the day he let you fall into the hands of a demon prince?’ suggests Yoongi. 

The hint of a smile plays around your lips, and Yoongi can’t tear his eyes away. 

‘I’ll be back,’ you say. There's a faint question in your voice.

‘See that you are,’ Yoongi replies. 

You bow slightly. ‘My lord.’ 

You take your leave, and Yoongi allows himself to watch you go until you slip between two buildings, and then you’re gone. 

©hamsterclaw 2023

[iu-jjang]

[FANCAFE] 230122 IU replies on fancafe

Uaena: Unnie, how about ‘giraffe’ for the 7th generation (fanclub UAENA)?

[*T/L note: ‘7’ looks like the consonant ‘ㄱ’(g) in 기린 (giraffe).]

ㄴ IU: Oh? Wait a sec this is a good one..

Uaena: Sexagenary cycle (yook-ssibkabja).. Six-cloved-garlic (yook-jjokmaneul)… are the only ones I could think of… ㅠㅠ kekekekeke. Our unnie must be having a headache (because of this) ㅠㅠ

ㄴ IU: Six-cloved-garlic..? That’s kinda cute too..?

Uaena:

6th gen!

Land turtle 🐢 (yook-jigeobugi)

Succulent (da-yook-ie)

Unicorn 🦄 (yoo-ni-kon)

7th gen!

Turkey 🦃 (chil-myeonjo)

Rainbow?! 🌈 (Cause rainbow has seven colors!)

8th gen!

Turking (pal-myeonjo)

Stir-fried seafood & vege (pal-bochae)

Fairy Pitta (pal-saekjo)*

Snowman-shaped rice cake (cause if you turn ‘8’ around, OO resembles the shape of joraeng-ie-tteok!)

[*T/L note: The term 팔색조 (pal-saekjo) is often used to describe someone who has a variety of charms, in a metaphorical sense.]

ㄴ IU: Omg we have a genius here!!!

IU: It seems that everyone has divided opinions so I drew this in a hurry!

If I were to explain the fellas that are competing head-to-head, they look ⭐️ roughly ⭐️ like this.

Since it is Uaena’s name, I shall let UAENAs decide and tell me which one is better!!

I’m going to take a nap now for real!!! 🐥

(You can share this picture outside the fancafe and discuss among yourselves (fans)!!)

ㄴ Uaena: What’s the one on the right?

ㄴ IU: It’s a Land Starfish (yook-jibulgasari)

Uaena: I searched the Korean dictionary and only found these… kekekeke 6 [yook].. how about… striped boarfish (yook-dongkaridom)….? heh [attach pic of search results]

ㄴ IU: Striped boarfish..? Oh.. I see… Nice. It’s original..! Let’s keep looking for other fun names too!!

Uaena: Unnie, but what’s the name of the star next to the succulent (cactus)??

ㄴ IU: Land Starfish. I picked up the idea from the land turtle (yook-jigeobugi). It’s an imaginary animal and it’s wearing shoes.

IU: Guys~ Don’t be too biased towards dayookie (cactus)’s adorable round face and hear me out please!

I’m a bit flustered because the responses are leaning toward dayookie too much

But Land Starfish…

Has the number ‘6 [yook]’ in it (‘6’jibulgasari).

And it includes ‘ㅂ’ (b), the 6th consonant in the Hunminjeongeum Korean script (yookji ‘bul’gasari)

And it also includes ‘f’, the 6th alphabet (bulgasari is called star’f’ish in English)

It’s a very functional idea!

Aren’t you curious about how much things a starfish will experience and accomplish while walking on land?

Though of course dayookie (cactus) is just as good / I like dayookie equally 🙄

Source: IU Daum Fancafe

Translated by IUteamstarcandy with love

[calder]

The Rip Daring radio play in which he is featured had at least 75 episodes, featuring Rip and his companions hunting for new cryptids. Some of his targets include:[1]

Appalachian Not-Deer (episode 23) Bulgasari (episode 12) Texan Chupacabra (episode 54) Japanese Gashadokuro (episode 75) Dullahan (referenced in episode 12) Kelpie (referenced in episode 12) Bigfoot/Sasquatch (referenced in episode 12) Skunk-Ape (referenced in episode 12) Yuki-onna (referenced in episode 75)

fallout gashadokuro.... holy shit

[myth-lord]

What creatures from mythika can break metal?

Many, but the most special ones are:

Leucrotta which can bite through metal

Bulgasari which can control magnetism and can break metal with their mind

Arzhevennik, which can turn metal into rust

[blazescompendium]

BTW Bulgasari can also mean starfish in Koeean, and in this case, the meaning probably leans more toward the unkillable one lol.

And since we are here, it is cool to mention that the Bulgasari is also probably the inspiration for the evolution line of the Pokémon Aron, Lairon and Aggron! While they all eat iron, Aggron is the one most strongly based, specifically by the North Korean 1985 kaiju movie version of this legend, which i find absolutely fascinating.

This is a cult classic kaiju movie, which is an adaptation of this tale, and its very interesting. I find very cool that often times Pokémon have amazing and complex depictions of folklore. As someone living in Brazil, Aggron was my first contact with the Pulgasari legend. Some kids saw on TV or in the internet about Aggron origins, and the Pulgasari myth spread around neighborhoods of kids living in the other side of the world, just because of that.

I think that's a fascinating event!

[bobaandasiandramas]

Here it is Chapter Five. This one molded on it's own. I had a slightly different way for this chapter to go - but this is where it took me instead, which I'm more than fine with.

I hope you all enjoy it.

THE TRUTH UNTOLD

Pairings: Lee Rang x F. OC

Rating: M+

Trigger Warnings for this chapter: Nothing that I can think of. Just cuddles and affection

Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6

Lee Rang woke from a peaceful night in his own bed. Over the past few weeks Eun-ji had been having nightmares on and off. He’d crawl through the mound of blankets and into her bed a few times a week, her limbs tangling with his. There was also a night of two where they slept on the couch, his head in her lap while her fingers ran through his hair. It wasn’t something that he hated, in fact he seemed to sleep even better than ever when he was closer to her. 

He could tell she was touch starved for some gentleness and affection. Often he found his fingers seeking her out; a hand on her lower back, offering his arm to her, grabbing her hand to guide her closer to him, guiding her face to look at him. He tried to keep calm around her. The few times he was annoyed with Lee Yeon he could see her flinch at the anger in his voice. At those moments she never knew what he was mad about, keeping his business hidden from her. She, unfortunately, would move slowly as if she made any noise he'd take it out on her. Which would never be the case. On those nights he'd give her extra attention when laying in bed, unspoken healing as his fingertips would dance across her skin. 

He expected he wouldn’t be comforting her at night much anymore. He recently found the Bulgasari that was living in the complex and feeding off everyone’s nightmares. Rang sent the creature to that woman’s job at the broadcasting station. He smirked at the thought as he rolled over and checked the time. 

7:06

The numbers glared an angry red color at him. He sluggishly moved his feet to the floor. Stretching, he could feel his muscles waking up, as he pushed himself off the bed. It didn't take him long to pick out clothes; black shirt and black pants. There were some things he needed to take care of today; preparation for future plans. 

Once he entered the kitchen he wasn’t surprised to see Mae Eun-ji making breakfast for the two of them. He was quite pleased by the view though. The female was wearing a pullover sweater that was overly big on her, the length falling to her upper thighs. Her sleep shorts were covered by the material, making it look as if she had nothing underneath. He wasn’t blind - Eun-ji was an attractive female. 

He chose to lean against the door frame, watching her as she grabbed ingredients on the counter next to her and adding it to her pan. A frown fell upon his face for a moment while thinking of ways to tell her that she was a wolf. It's not like he could force her form to come out or her memories to return. He tried to return them to her one night but they're either locked up too tight or someone one else is holding them.   

He chuckled into her neck before nipping it gently, causing a whine to tumble past her lips. “I wouldn’t let you hurt yourself.” He mumbled as he turned the burner off. Pulling her away from the stove, he turned her to face him. “Morning pup.”  He then spun them around and backed her up against the counter. 

She pouted at him. “One of these days you won’t be able to save me.”

He frowned at her response and grabbed her waist, lifting her up to sit on the counter. He moved closer, her thighs resting on each side of his body. He placed his hands on her thighs, pushing the sweater up higher as his thumbs rubbed small circles into her skin. The counter made her eye level with him and his face moved closer to hers. “I disagree, Wolf.”

Her cheeks reddened and she placed her hands on his shoulders, attempting to push him back but his body didn’t budge. “Lee Rang, stop.” She whined knowing that once again he was teasing her. It was something he seemed to enjoy while it drove her crazy. 

“Why, sweetheart?” He lifted one hand from her thigh and tugged a small strand of her hair before twirling it around his finger. He smirked when her eyes refused to meet his, instead he felt her one hand slide over to fiddle with his necklace. It was a habit that she did a lot when she was either nervous or overwhelmed. He allowed her to stay like that for another moment, getting lost in her own thoughts while he breathed in her scent of azaleas and orange blossoms.

“Rang…” She whispered as her voice trailed off. 

“Hmm?” He tucked the hair he was playing with behind her ear. His fingers trailed down the side of her neck as she swallowed and closed her eyes tight.

“I…The breakfast.” 

Her response was short but he acted immediately as he realized it was a little too much for her this morning. He stepped back, her hands falling from his body. “Of course, sweetheart. Should I grab drinks from the fridge?” He made light of their interaction, not wanting her to close in on herself. 

She nodded her head. “Sure.” She hopped off the counter and stepped over to the stove again, relighting the burner. She stood there, her head in the clouds, one hand pressed over her wildly beating heart while the other flipped the food in the pan. 

Breakfast was delicious as usual but more quiet than normal. He decided not to dwell on it and make things even more difficult for her. Once his plate was cleared he placed it in the sink, not even a second later her head was pressed against his back while she gripped his shirt. “Wolf?” 

“.. ‘m sorry.” She mumbled into his shirt. 

Was she trembling? Concerned, he turned around quickly, making the shirt pull out of her grip. “Wolf, what’s going on?” He slipped his fingers under her chin having her look at him, her eyes slightly watery with extra emotion. 

“No, I’m sorry. I just…” She whimpered and fisted her hands. “Nevermind.” She shook her head  and turned away from him but was stopped by his hand on her shoulder. 

“Nuh-uh. You tell me what’s going on in your head.” 

She shook her head, trying to back away. “No, it’s stupid and you’ll get mad.”

“Wolf.” There was a warning in his tone. It wasn’t one that he used often with her, not wanting her to fear him. “I won’t be mad. Tell me.” 

Her state of distress caused her whimsical ears and tail to appear again, both pressed down in submission as her hands covered face. “I can’t.” 

He pulled her toward him and wrapped her up in his arms, nose pressed to her hair. “Tell me, darling.” He felt her body shaking but heard her take a deep breath to try and calm herself. It took a few minutes but he was patient and allowed her the moments she needed to be able to speak. “Do you want me to call Yuri?” During her stay with him, there weren’t many times that Eun-ji wouldn’t tell him what was going on in her head, but once or twice she just needed another female. 

Eun-ji  shook her head violently. “No, sorry.” She made a frustrated noise into his chest. “I’m just being a baby and I’m sorry for it.” There was a moment of silence between the two of them, him waiting for her to continue while she tried to just blurt it out. “I just don’t want to get hurt again.” 

There, she said it. More silence filled the room. She pulled back from him a little, eyes glued to the front of his shirt. She felt a shiver go down her spine as his fingers brushed down her sides before his hands stopped at her hips.

“It’s stupid because I know, I KNOW you wouldn’t hurt me like Kyong did.” 

A growl rumbled in Rang’s chest at the other male’s name. His grip on her tightened for a moment, not enough to hurt but enough for her to know he was angered by the other man’s name.

“But, I’m just so comfortable with you.” The words started to fall past her lips. “Probably too comfortable. Even though we’re just friends I’m so scared about how fast I got close to you. It’s not that I need to be around someone, I can be fine on my own but I enjoy being around you. You make me feel safe, like Kyong can’t get me-”

“He never will.”

“I know, I know. I’m so thankful for you…. I love how close we are. I guess I’m just worried about just the pace this all went. I just…” She groaned because she felt like she was just repeating herself again. “I really just don’t want to get hurt and lose it all.”

Lee Rang nodded his head. “I understand what you’re saying. Just know, I won’t abandon you - I know that feeling too well to make someone like you feel it.”

If she was in a better state of mind, she probably would have asked his story, asked who abandoned him and let him know she would be there for him. “Sorry that I’m being ridiculous.” 

He shook his head and leaned down into her neck, running his nose against her skin before nipping her for the second time today. “It’s okay pup. You’ve been through a lot.” He whispered against her skin, his lips tickling her as he moved up before he nipped under her chin, her head tilting back a little. As a relaxing sigh left her lips, he suddenly had the urge to place his lips on hers but he resisted that quickly. 

She wasn’t sure why he was always nipping at her neck but it always calmed her down. It instantly released her anxiety, her whole body relaxing, feeling weightless. She wondered what he would do if she nipped him back. Perhaps one day she would - but today was definitely not that day. She was much too intimidated to do something new. 

He let go of her and stepped back with a slight smile. “Don’t you have work today?” 

“I do - but it’s not until this afternoon.” She answered as she tugged her sweater down a little in a failed attempt to cover more of her legs. 

“So, what should we do before we both head out?”

“Oh, can we watch a movie?”

*****

Lee Rang walked with her to Coffee Bay, her arm linked with his, they looked like an odd pair. He was still wearing his black pants and top with a white dress jacket over his shirt. She on the other hand was dressed for work wearing bright, Caribbean blue scrubs and black zip up jacket. He opened the door and allowed her to step in first before following behind. 

While waiting in the line he looked around them and caught a man at a table watching her. Lee Rang knew he was a part of their world, probably hoping to get a taste of the wolf’s power.  It was part of the reason that he walked with her. Besides Kyong still being alive - he really should have killed the bastard - there were plenty of creatures from their world that followed her. Not all of those creatures were mindful of protecting the remaining wolves, some wanting to devour the magical abilities, stealing the power for themselves.

One night when coming to meet Eun-ji at the coffee shop after her shift he noticed a gwishin following behind the wolf. The creature was sure to try and steal Eun-ji’s powers, probably taking advantage that the female had not noticed the ghost behind her. Possession would be something that a wolf would easily handle - yet Eun-ji is unaware and untrained to stop such an attack. Yuri had been with him that night, the vixen distracted the wolf, pulling her into the coffee shop while Lee Rang disposed of the creature. Since then he made sure Yuri or himself met up with her for the walk home. 

“Lee Rang, they’re calling us up to order.” Eun-ji’s voice pulled him out of the memory and he stepped up to the counter. He gave his order to the woman behind the register and pulled out his card to pay. His attention returned to the man at the table, though now the man caught eyes with him and tensed up. His identity was revealed to be another fox hiding among the humans. 

Rang gave him a bored but meaningful look. One that tested the other fox to try anything and he’d pay. It was enough to make the other fox scramble out of the seat before rushing from the shop. The creature turned back for a quick moment, making sure Rang wasn’t coming after him and stumbled in the process making quite the commotion as he bashed into someone. The male didn’t stop though - trying to get out of the shop as quickly as he could. The whole scenario made Rang chuckle, knowing that he had earned a reputation in this area. 

“Hm, I wonder if that guy is okay. He seemed to be in a real rush.” Eun-ji’s sweet voice sounded a little concerned before she brought her coffee cup to her lips. She handed Lee Rang his cup as her eyes lit up from the flavorful drink. She looked at her watch and jumped slightly. “Oh, I’m going to be late if I don’t leave right now.” 

“Let’s go then.” Lee Rang replied, his free hand falling to its regular place on the small of her back. They stepped outside and looked at each other for a moment. “I’ll be back tonight to walk with you.” 

She nodded her head and stepped closer to him, wrapping her arms around him, being mindful of both of their coffees. “Have a good day Lee Rang.” She stated as he returned the hug. 

“Have a good shift, darling.”

They parted and Eun-ji headed to work, a smile graced her face and there was a little pep in her step. She knew that there would be a lot of paperwork to handle at work but she didn’t mind it. She had a rather good morning with Lee Rang, even with the small mental breakdown she almost had. They had watched a movie after breakfast, not that she paid her full attention to it. She had a lot on her mind but she was also pressed against Lee Rang, his one hand in both of hers while she played with his fingers. She would feel his nose against her head from time to time. 

She tried not to overthink their friendship but it was hard not to. How Lee Rang treats her is how she wishes Kyong had treated her but at the same time she’s glad he didn’t treat her in the same way as Rang. She wouldn’t have met her two saviors if she was already in a good relationship with her ex. She blushed at the smallest idea of being in a relationship with Lee Rang. 

While trying to sort out her emotions in her head and heart, she found herself quickly at the clinic. She took a deep breath, shook her thoughts from her head and got into work mode before opening the office door. "Hello Shin-Joo." She called out as she stepped into the building. 

"Ah, my favorite nurse. How was your morning off?" His voice called from around the corner before his figure stepped out.

"Oh, it was great. Thank you. I made breakfast for my friend and I and then we watched a movie. After that we walked to Coffee Bay together." She held her cup up, the liquid sloshing around before she put it to her lips and taking another sip. 

Shin-Joo smiled at her. "Sounds like a good morning. I'm glad I made you take that time off. An owner should be coming soon for an appointment, her dog isn't acting right."

"Great. I'll get the chart ready."

***

The day ended up going extremely well, Shin-Joo never ceased to amaze her. He always stated that he could understand the animals and she truly believed he had a way to talk with them. 

It was something that he proved over and over again, especially with their afternoon appointment. The small white dog had gotten into his owner's leftover tteokbokki, so some medication and a bland diet was prescribed for the tiny canine. The owner was shocked to hear the news of her precious pooch eating something so spicy. 

Eun-ji was preparing for closing when her cell phone started to ring. She pulled the device from her pocket and smiled seeing Lee Rang's name on the screen. "Hello!" She greeted him cheerfully. 

On the other end of the phone Lee Rang smirked at her happiness. "Hey Wolf, how is work going?" He was glad to hear the day had been easy for her. "I have some disappointing news. It seems I won't be meeting with you - I have someone that I have to meet with. I called Yuri already, she'll meet you at Coffee Bay." He sat in the chair by the dock, swirling his drink in his hand. "Don't even try to change my mind sweetheart. Take the time to do girly things together. I'll be home a little later tonight." He shook his head at her concerns. "I'll stay safe. Don't you worry. I'll see you later darling." 

At the clinic Eun-ji put her phone back in her pocket and continued sweeping the floor. She didn't understand why Rang didn't trust her to walk home alone. She felt bad that she was now an inconvenience for Yuri. Groaning to herself, she knew there was nothing that she could do. Instead she tried to hype herself up for girls night. 

Shin-Joo sensed the change in her mood and lifted his head up from the notes he was putting in his patient charts. "Eun-ji, is everything okay?" 

The female smiled at him. "Yeah, just a small change in plans tonight. My friend who was picking me up canceled but my other friend is coming instead. We're due for a girl's night anyway, so just trying to get excited about it. I just have no idea what we can do this late."

"Hmm. I see. Maybe you can bake something together." He suggested knowing how much Eun-ji loved to cook. “There are plenty of things you can do. I’m sure you’ll think of something - maybe she has an idea already.”

She perked up a little. "True, though most of her ideas consist of shopping for hours on end. But hey, maybe I can convince her of baking if we get a bottle of wine first.”

***

"Yuri!" Eun-ji yelled as she skipped over to the other female. "Sorry Lee Rang made you come out to get me. Before we go home can we stop and pick something up from the store?" 

"Please, it’s not a bother to come get you. What did you want to get from the store?" She smiled at the wolf, who was bouncing in front of her. She was glad that Eun-ji seemed excited to see her. Lately the wolf had been working more and they had not been able to see each other much. 

"I was hoping we could do ladies night and grab a bottle of wine, bake some cupcakes, paint nails and maybe watch a show or listen to a podcast."

The vixen's eyes lit up. "Oh, that sounds good. Lee Rang won't be home until late so we can definitely have enough time to do our things, and if he comes home early we'll just send him to his room." 

The two of them giggled and linked arms as they headed toward the liquor store. While Eun-ji was happy and excited for their plans, Yuri stayed on high alert. She didn't have the same reputation as Lee Rang but she could be intimidating when she needed to be. She kept her eyes watchful for any dangers that Rang had been worried about. She did spot a few human males who looked them up and down until Yuri gave them a face that had them running for the hills. 

Eun-ji walked up and down the aisles of the liquor store, not sure what she wanted to get at first. Finally she picked out a red wine and soju as well. She didn’t think they would drink both tonight - but incase they changed their mind on what they wanted to have. After the liquor store they headed home. 

Yuri leaned against the counter, wine glass in hand while she watched Eun-ji whip up a recipe for honey cakes. The wolf danced around to the music playing on her phone and mixed all her ingredients while catching up with her dear friend. The vixen was amused, she had never seen Eun-ji drink before and the wolf was definitely a lightweight. Yuri still wasn’t feeling anything by her third glass but the scent of the honey cake was making her hungry. She couldn’t wait for the dessert to finish baking. 

The fox had the wolf sit down on the couch, giggling and tumbling over her own feet. “I’m fine Yuri, I’m just happy.” The fox wasn’t buying it - instead she waited for the cake to finish and safely handled it out of the oven. After that was taken care of, she joined the wolf on the couch, who was looking for something to watch. Yuri didn’t have a preference for what she wanted to watch so the wolf chose a drama titled ‘Oh, My Ghost’. 

It was only about fifteen minutes into the first episode when the wolf looked over at her friend. “Ki Yuri?” Eun-ji spoke softly. 

Yuri turned her head as a fork rested on her lips - having just taken a bite of the delicious honey cake. “Hmm?”

“Is Lee Rang…” She paused like she decided to not ask her question. “Is Lee Rang a dangerous man?”

Yuri was surprised by the question. “What do you mean? What makes you think that?”

The wolf shrunk a little into the couch. She regretted the question immediately. How could she think such things when Lee Rang had taken such good care of her? “I don’t know.” She mumbled, hoping Yuri would drop the subject. 

The fox did the opposite, she placed her cake on the table and turned her full attention to the wolf. “No, it’s okay. I’m not mad. I just want to know what makes you think that?”

Eun-ji started to twist her shirt with her fingers. “I just wonder. He’s always so secret about what he does. I can tell he’s a powerful man, both in strength and status. He handled Kyong with no problem, threatened him with a few words and I haven’t had an inkling on Kyong since.” She curled her legs to her chest, hugging her legs and resting her chin on her knees. “Sometimes he leaves and doesn’t tell me where he is going - not that he needs to but he is mysteriously quiet about it. He can give someone a single look when we're together and they scatter. I’m not blind, I’ve seen the protection he gives me. It’s both endearing and intimidating.”

Yuri listened carefully to the wolf’s concerns. “Before I answer your question, I have one more question of my own. Do you fear Lee Rang?”

“No.” Eun-ji answered truthfully. “It's actually the farthest feeling I have. I just don’t want to be blind to something in front of me. Not like before.”

“I will tell you this. Rang does not get along with many. He is choosy about who he opens up to. But he is fiercely loyal. Ever since he saved me he has continued to make sure that I am taken care of. Believe me when I tell you he will go great lengths to make sure you’re safe. He won’t hesitate to use violence if needed but that doesn’t make him a dangerous man.” Yuri picked up her plate from the table. “You understand what I’m saying?”

Eun-ji nodded her head. “Thank you Yuri. I appreciate you telling me. I will continue to trust Lee Rang.” 

***

Lee Rang was furious as the words rang in his head over and over again. ‘I abandoned you.’ He had just left the docks after meeting with Lee Leon. The only thing keeping his anger at bay was the small victory of Lee Leon not knowing where that girl was - at least for now. He opened the door to his house and instantly smelt honey and felt the warm energy inside. He took off his shoes and listened to where the girls were but heard nothing. He walked into the kitchen to find a note next to a small cake. 

Welcome home Lee Rang. Please enjoy some fresh honey cake. - Mae Eun-ji

He smiled at the small heart and smiley face after her name on the note. He placed iit back on the counter. Next to the sink he found the empty wine bottle, the dirty glasses still in the sink. Moving to the living area, the television was off but he noted the blankets were in disarray, instead of being neatly folded. Following the clues, he headed down the hallway and stopped at the first bedroom. 

On the bed Yuri and Eun-ji slept on their sides, foreheads pressed together and they were holding hands between them. Yuri was more relaxed, her legs only slightly bent , while Eun-ji was almost curled into a ball, her knees almost up near her chest. While blankets were circled around the females, neither had one over them. Rang shook his head and grabbed a blanket for Yuri and threw it over her body. He brushed the fox’s hair from her face before he moved to Eun-ji’s side of the bed. For her, he found the red blanket specifically knowing it was her favorite and threw it over her body as well. He smirked as her body wiggled comfortably from the blanket’s warmth.

As he was leaving the room he heard a mumble of his name pass through the wolf’s lips. He turned back and was surprised to see her sitting up a little, her eyes squinting with sleepiness. He moved over to her quickly, taking a seat on the bed next to her. “Hey sweetheart, you okay?” His voice was a low whisper to not wake the other female.

She nodded her head. “Mmmhm.” She pressed her forehead against his shoulder and pressed a gentle kiss to his arm. “Welcome home Lee Rang.” 

He guided her chin up so he could look at her eyes. He could smell the wine still on her lips and smiled. “Thank you my dear. I’m glad you and Yuri seemed to have fun. Now go back to bed.” He lowered her chin and kissed her forehead. “Sweet dreams.”

Eun-ji nodded her head sleepily and laid back down, moving her forehead back to press against Yuri’s. Before Lee Rang even stepped out of the room she had drifted back into a deep slumber. 

[dojae-huh]

Bulgasari games, part 2

Haven't watched the first part yet, clicked on this one because X promised a lot of JaeDo.

The beginning is interesting to me because it shows Doyoung when he is not high energy and more of his normal self than his idol self. He isn't acting up cuteness and doesn't theatrically complain. Doyoung is very "hyung" like with 4 dongsaeng around. Jungwoo isn't very sensitive to the change, but both Hyuk and Johnny adjust their teasing.

2:57 - Here is a good example of Doyoung not responding in a variety (confrontational) way.

3:03 - The way Jaehyun was standing there with a wide smile, enjoying the scene, then did a couple of steps to insert himself into the commotion.

3:28 - That look on Jaehyun... he remembered staff was around in time, lol.

3:35 - Jaehyun is so involved, so animated, heh.

5:29 - Why is Doyoung helping the enemy who tried to sabotage him before? 5:43 - Even after being repriminded by Johnny?

7:58 - Fans are very concerned about Doyoung being teased, ignoring that others are no exeption.

9:02 - Mean Johnny. Questions like that are his speciality, heh.

9:20 - We need more of this Doyoung disapproving others.

11:40 - Uhihi

Dramatic hair sweep.

14:17 - a glimpse at a real Jungwoo? He is actually pretty rested. Most of them are into the game despite long shooting. Doyoung looks like the only one tired.

24:32 - Maybe the only other banter for Jae with a member, and across the room.

24:48 - The edited Jungwoo's jab out. Pity.

27:37 - Jaehyun can recognise tea by smell. It's really one of his leading senses. He promptly poured tea fro Doyoung after bae expressed the wish to drink it.

Long games like this shot by SM (with neos knowing their team will edit anything unwanted, so they can relax more) help to see who spends time with whom, who interacts with whom more. Like instead of demanding Haechan gave Jungwoo sweets, Jaehyun was all about the tea and giving it to Doyoung. (priority Do>Woo) Or how Doyoung reassured Haechan that the electrivity in the toy wasn't strong before Hyuk said anything (Do doesn't only care, he knows small details about Hyuk (Tae joined)).