#instant tteokbokki

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Korean Street Food

Street food has long been considered a part of South Korean popular culture. Historically, street food consisted primarily of Eomuk, Bungeo-ppang, and Tteok-bokki. Street food has been sold in a variety of retail outlets, with new ones emerging over time.

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Let's Look at Some Korean Street Food.

Gimbap

Gimbap is a seaweed wrap of rolled rice filled with various ingredients. Gimbap has had numerous variations over the years, including Gimbap with cheese, tuna, and other seafood. There are also shape variations, such as the Triangle Gimbap (the Korean equivalent of the Japanese Onigiri) and the delectable, bite-sized mini Gimbaps. These mini Gimbaps, known as Kkoma Gimbap (, Kkoma is a cute and informal way of referring to a young child), are roughly one-fourth the size of a regular Gimbap.

Eomuk

Eomuk must be mentioned when discussing Korean street food. Eomuk is made from a batter of fish meat, vegetables, and flour. The batter is formed and then fried after it has been prepared. Before serving, eomuk is typically skewered and dunked in a seafood and vegetable broth. Most street vendors let you help yourself to the warm soup!

Tteokbokki

Tteokbokki literally translates to "stir-fried rice cake," and this popular Korean dish is frequently served with gochujang (red chili paste). The spiciness and sweetness of the gochujang sauce, combined with the sumptuous, chewy texture of the tteok, make for a truly mouthwatering bite.

Sundae

Although ice cream topped with syrup or caramel is a popular Western dessert, Korean Sundae is a savory snack. Sundae is a blood sausage wrapped in delicate pig's intestine, similar to black pudding. Koreans adore Sundaes filled with glass noodles, which were introduced as a less expensive substitute for meat after the Korean War when it became scarce.

Dakgangjeong

This is the Korean equivalent of best korean fried chicken dubai. The moist, perfectly cooked chicken is surrounded by a sweet, crunchy, and salty batter. Soaking the chicken in milk for a few hours is the key to juicy chicken. This method tenderizes the meat while removing the gamey flavor of poultry. The chicken is then rubbed with salt, ginger, and garlic before being coated in potato starch, which results in a super crunchy but light crust when fried.

Dumplings from Korea

We can't talk about Korean street food without mentioning mandu (). It is the Korean version of filled dumplings, which are frequently filled with meat, tofu, garlic, glass noodles, and green onions. Mandu was historically served on a regular basis in the Joseon dynasty's court, and it is very similar to gyoza, a popular Japanese dish. People can eat mandu in a variety of ways, including steamed mandu, fried mandu, and boiled mandu. There are also flat mandu and balled mandu, with fillings that can be traditional or regional.

Dalgona

Fans of the Squid Game, unite! This Korean street food is well-known throughout the world due to its appearance in the television series Squid Game. It is a dessert suitable for people of all ages. Given its popularity and delectability, this trendy Korean street food is difficult to resist. Dalgona is a simple dish to prepare. In fact, there are numerous Tiktok tutorials on the subject. Dalgona is made by melting sugar and mixing it with a pinch of baking soda. The sugar will turn into caramel-colored whipped cream, which you can shape however you like.

Finally, as people develop new recipes, Korean food has undergone various changes over time. Korean culture manifests itself in the cultivation, preparation, and serving of various delicacies enjoyed by Koreans. Koreans have a diverse range of foods that they prepare in their own distinct ways, ranging from seafood to vegetables. Koreans, like any other culture, have distinct cuisines that can be used to identify their distinct meal.

[theramenrater]

tteokbokki

[onedirecton]

my coworker gave me a bag full of skincare samples and goodies brooooo <3333

[elibeeline]

Gamers im so hungry right now. Im looking at places on just eat, im scrolling through foodtok, im saving recipes im unlikely to actually cook

[miss-floral-thief]

Hm out of eggs but maybe I can add the cheese I got to

This ramen

[redeyye]

little known fact you can actually put tteokbokki sauce on anything. anything at all.

[mangostar]

having mi goreng and tteokbokki .. yum !!!

[lesbianonna]

anybody know any cheap instant tteokbokki brands? i am not paying $30 on amazon for one pack

[lcvclywon]

in sickness and in health

back to masterlist

synopsis After a long fight with Jay you find yourself giving him the silent treatment. Leaving you curled up alone sick in your room, with your only comfort being the instant tteokbokki you had microwaved for yourself earlier. However it seems Jay knew where to be and what to say at exactly the right times.

warnings: mentions of food, mentions of sickness, mentions of kissing, pet names (honey), slight angst, I made YN as the 6th member of lesserafim so that the whole same building thing made sense so...js roll with it pls 😁, also not proof read!, slight fighting

genre ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ hurt to comfort

pairings: idol!jay x idol!reader, established relationship

wc ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ around 1.14k

thoughts frm yuya 💭 i know i said i was gonna go on a hiatus but i needed a serotonin boost from writing after doing a horrendous maths paper.... so semi hiatus i guess ^^ anywaysss this drabble has been rotting in the back of my mind for a while soo here u are, i'm a huge huge HUGE sucker for hurt to comfort tropes so >,<

A week. It had been a week since you and Jay had a massive argument causing the two of you to give each other the silent treatment for god knows how long. However, as if the world was out to get you, the next morning after the fight you had been plagued with a sickness that you couldn’t quite pin down, all you knew was it left you bedridden until Friday. 

Due to said sickness, you obviously couldn’t join your group for schedules and barely entered the building for dance practice. You hoped Jay would at least notice your absence, send a message asking where you were or something. But to your dismay, radio silence.

“Who cares about some stupid guy anyways…” Grumbling under your breath you reached for your chopsticks to skewer another rice cake from your measly plate of instant tteokbokki and shovel it down your throat. Maybe excessive spice you couldn’t handle and soft pillowy rice cakes could solve all your problems. 

Ding dong! Weird, you didn’t think the members would be back this early? 

Begrudgingly ripping the covers off and placing your bowl back on your table, you went to the door. Hair still an oily mess from not showering properly and clothes stuck to your body from sweat, you clearly weren’t in pristine condition to be meeting anyone. Please don’t be a delivery man, please don’t be a delivery man.

However, after opening the door, you found yourself standing in front of the one person you’d been longing for the whole week. Park Jongseong. Your gaze softened slightly and a small smile crept onto your lips, but then you remembered that you were still mad at him. Fighting the urge to embrace him and cry out for his name, you plastered on a stoic expression of indifference. 

“What are you doing here.” 

“Chaewon told me you were sick,” he said before entering into your dorm, not bothering to wait for you to let him in.

Making his way over to the kitchen he placed a white takeaway bag onto the counter before emptying its contents onto the table: a warm bowl of your favourite porridge and a cup of tea from your favourite cafe. 

“What’s this?” positioning yourself in front of Jay, you scanned the table to see the numerous small boxes of side dishes sprawled across. 

“Porridge, it’s good for you when you’re sick.” he replied before shooting his head over to the remnants of your tteokbokki “Honey why are you eating tteokbokki, you’re sick you shouldn’t be eating instant food.” he scolded before reaching over throw your lukewarm leftovers in the trash.

“It’s not that bad…” you mumbled whilst picking at the side dishes “And why do you suddenly care, thought you weren’t talking to me” Scoffing you shot him a dirty glare. 

“Correction, you weren’t talking to me; I thought you needed some space, as you usually do after a fight.” well he wasn’t wrong, you did express to him that after arguments you wanted some time to cool down by yourself, “and also, I’m not ‘suddenly’ just caring YN. Who do you think Yunjin got all those drinks, medicines, and snacks from.” 

Oh… so she didn’t buy them herself. Your gaze reached his eyes as you felt your heart soften slightly, “Okay, well you could’ve sent me a text or something. You could’ve come here and given it to me yourself, why today out of all days do you decide to come huh?” meeting your glossy eyes, Jay could tell how hurt you were over his actions. He couldn’t deny that it pained him to see you this upset. 

“Okay look, I’m sorry. I wanted to come over, but Sakura said whatever you caught was contagious and that you isolated yourself to make sure you got nobody else sick. As I mentioned earlier, you told me you liked to have time to cool down after fighting, but it was stupid of me not to even try to text you. Today it all just-” Jay stopped his rambling, catching his breath before sighing out, “I just really missed you YN” 

That was all the confirmation you needed to run into his arms and hug him so tight he didn’t even think about leaving again. Jay was quick to reciprocate, arms wrapping around you to engulf you into his warm embrace, head buried into the crook of your neck whispering sweet nothings. 

Breaking away from the embrace and tilting your head up you were graced with a warm and familiar smile painted across Jay’s face; a smile you so badly missed the entire week. 

“Don’t ever do that again.” you said with a pout 

“Promise I won't honey,” his hands reached to cup your face before adding, “Only if you promise to stop eating that stuff when you’re sick.” 

“Hey, it’s yummy! I can’t help it that I can’t cook soup or anything, tteokbokki has never failed me.” 

“Guess I’ll have to keep bringing you food then.” he replied with a smirk

“Well, I could use a personal delivery man.” giggling you reached up to mirror his actions, cupping his face with your warm hands. 

“Oh really, would a delivery man do this?” and with that he pressed a playful peck onto your lips; soft and gentle, something you missed dearly. 

“Jay!” you exclaimed, “You can’t do that, you’ll get sick!” 

“So. What.” he said between pecks, peppering your face with kisses as you giggled and placed your hands on his chest to try and push him away. Pulling away he looked into your eyes with a warm and gentle gaze, smiling softly before leaning in to give you a proper kiss. Feeling the worry of your sickness transferring to him vanish, you melted into the kiss whilst wrapping your arms around his neck. In response, his hand found its way to the small of your back while the other reached up to cup the back of your neck. It always astonished you how easily he could pull you into his orbit, almost made you forget about the soreness of your body and the fever plaguing you. 

Retreating back he giggled at your pouting face. “I’d love to continue, but I wouldn’t want the food I bought you to get cold” intertwining your fingers with his, he led you over to a chair before sitting you down. “Let’s eat okay?” he muttered before taking his spot right next to yours, hand still intertwined with your fingers. His other hand however reached over to spoon you some porridge, moving the utensil closer to your mouth. 

You happily bent forward to enjoy the bite he crafted for you, an all too familiar sensation bubbling up within you—a warmth you could only describe as, home. Jay felt like home. And you hoped he would for the rest of your lives.

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[glossdebut]

Take a Bite Ch. 3

✧ PAIRING: yoongi x fem!reader

✧ SUMMARY: Your fledgling career as a music journalist is finally going in some kind of direction that must be on the path to success. Your coworkers like you enough to invite you out on Fridays, your boss is starting to think you’re competent enough to let you score a few bylines, and you're finally getting the hang of InDesign. All of your hard work, late nights, and complete lack of a social life are starting to pay off... Even if it all came at the expense of the longest relationship of your life. Fine. You've accepted the fact that romance isn't for you, under any circumstances. You won't risk your career for anybody. Not even Min Yoongi.

✧ TAGS: slow burn, eventual smut, eventual romance, producer yoongi, music journalist reader, neighbors to friends to lovers? you'll see, reader is bad at feelings, reader is post-break up

✧ WARNINGS: yoongi being RICH. also... remember that eventual smut? well it's kind of here! if you wanna skip, stop reading at [Maybe you should fix that.] and then continue at [After another moment, you roll over onto your stomach...]

✧ WORDCOUNT: 3.5k

✧ STATUS: ongoing

✧ AUTHOR'S NOTE: hi i normally post on wednesdays but we're about to get a HURRICANE where i'm at so i'm posting early lmfao. rating goes up in this chapter whoops! not sure when chapter 4 will be posted but i'll keep you guys updated. thank you all so much for the engagement i've been receiving on this fic!!! it's my first one ever and i never expected to get so many readers so quickly <3 you guys are keeping me writing so please feel free to send me feedback if you like this chapter. i'd love to read it if i have power over the next few days LOL

Chapter 3: I Wanna Fold Clothes For You

So, you and Yoongi are friends.

Of course, seeing him three times within twenty four hours was a fluke, and over the next six days you don’t see him once, not even in passing in your shared hallway. You’re not privy to his work hours, but you know based on what little he’s told you that working as a producer demands more than the normal nine to five, as does your job.

Still, there’s something about coming home every night and knowing that you have a friend right down the hall, if you need one. You haven’t had that in a long time, and you feel so much lighter now that you do have it. 

There is, of course, an upside to not being able to see Yoongi often. Given that you’ve only just met him, you don’t have his appearance committed to memory quite yet, and mercifully, you’re beginning to forget why you were so viscerally attracted to him in the first place. 

You reason that it must’ve been the alcohol. You were getting drunk when you met him, stupidly drunk when you discovered that you’re neighbors, hungover when you shared a tangerine, and drinking from a bottomless glass of wine (courtesy of Seokjin) when you drooled over his hands for a solid ten minutes. You have yet to interact with Yoongi clear-headed and lucid. Not to mention you’re just a little bit… pent up, recently. Drunk and horny Y/N had the wheel. That has to be it. Nobody is that hot. You’re sure of that. Men ain’t special!

So you go through your week business as usual, but with a slight spring in your step, and it’s lovely. You even venture way further away from the office for your lunch hour on Friday than you normally would to go to a restaurant you’ve been dying to try. You’re usually so tied to the office that the furthest you tend to go is the convenience store down the street for the instant stuff.

And then, since the universe demands correction (or overcorrection where you’re concerned), all of the floaty goodness comes to a screeching halt when you get in your car to head back to the office. Your car which, in the past hour you’ve been blissfully stuffing your face with tteokbokki, has decided it has done its job and is ready to retire.

It just straight up won’t start.

Sitting in the parking lot of the restaurant, you go into crisis management mode.

You’re thankfully not completely clueless where cars are concerned. It comes with the territory of owning a beater. You keep up with your oil changes, you don’t leave the lights on when you get home late. You replaced your battery semi-recently, so that shouldn’t be it. Unfortunately, you don’t have much time to troubleshoot. You need to get back to work. Okay… Damage control, then.

The most obvious solution is to call one of your coworkers to come and rescue you, but your coworkers are just as notorious for being tethered within a one mile radius of the office as you are, so that would more than likely end up being a waste of time. You could find the nearest bus stop, but who knows how long public transportation could take right now? Too unpredictable. You could call your boss and tell him that you’re not going to be back to the office anytime soon (or at all today) and get your car towed and repaired. But then you would suddenly have a reputation of being unreliable, because god forbid you have a human moment. That’s straight up not an option. You’ve been doing so good this week.

You’re sure there are other options. But isn’t this what friends are for?

He answers on the fifth ring, but he answers.

“Y/N?” 

“Yoongi.” You feel your shoulders slump in relief. You try your best not to sound as panicked as you feel. “Are you busy?”

“Um. I’m at the studio,” he says, confusion in his voice. “But I have a minute. Is everything okay?” Confusion and concern? That’s nice.

“Everything’s fine!” you blurt out. “Okay, maybe not. My car won’t start! I don’t know why, but it won’t, and I need to get back to work, but you’re at work, too! I don’t even know where you work, but I doubt it’s anywhere near where I am, and even if it is, I don’t want to tear you away from anything important—”

“Y/N.”

“—I know you said you had a minute, but I really don’t want to fuck up your flow. That’s a term, right? You’re a producer, you… flow. Anyway, I just don’t really know anyone here and I didn’t know who to call, and if I don’t get back to work soon my boss is going to kill me—”

“Y/N,” he says, more firmly. Your mouth snaps shut. “Where are you?”

“In my car,” you say dumbly, frazzled.

Yoongi sighs. “Send me your location.”

“For what?”

“I’m gonna send a car to come get you and drive you to your office,” he says, and he sounds just the slightest bit exasperated about needing to explain that to you.

Send a car? What the fuck? You have so many questions, such as: how fucking loaded is the guy who lives two doors down from you in your very shitty apartment building? What label does he even work for? How famous of a producer is he to be able to send a car to you? But your immediate instinct to turn down his help wins out over asking any of them.

“What? Yoongi, no, that’s too much,” you complain. “Don’t do that. I just freaked out a little bit, I can–”

“Y/N,” he interrupts. If you’re not mistaken, it sounds a bit like he’s trying not to laugh at you. Fucker. “Location.”

So you send him your location. What other option do you have?

“You’re not far,” Yoongi says once he receives your text. A few moments pass, and then: “Car will be there in ten.”

“Thank you,” you say. You feel nauseous, like maybe you’re going to cry, but there’s also a good amount of relief there, too. “I’ll make it up to you.”

“No need,” he says. “I’d come get you myself, but I really can’t get away right now.”

“Still, there’s a comically large bottle of an alcohol of your choosing in your future. Seriously, thank you.”

His responding laugh is enough to settle your stomach just a little. “Seriously, you don’t need to pay me back…” A pause. “But for the record, I like whiskey.”

You wrinkle your nose even though he can’t see it. “Gross.”

“Don’t be a hater.”

“As long as you don’t make me drink it with you, I’ll keep my comments to myself,” you say, finding yourself smiling.

“Oh, you think I share?” Yoongi teases back. He sighs again. “I really have to go.”

“Go, go,” you say. “Thanks for saving me. Even if it’s by proxy.”

“You can always call me if you need shit like this,” he says. You can tell that he means it. “I’m glad you called me. Means I’m doing something right.”

“You are,” you say, your voice soft. Your cheeks feel warm. Probably because you’re sitting in a dead car. “Thanks.”

Yoongi hums in response. “Text me when you get back to the office safe, okay?”

“I will. Bye, Yoongi.”

And that’s that.

★ ★ ★

True to your word, you text Yoongi when the stupidly luxurious car he ordered for you drops you off at your office, only ten minutes later than you’re due back from your lunch break. You’re able to slip in without anyone noticing that you’re late at all, which is great. Crisis partially averted.

He sends back a thumbs up emoji, and then decides to drop the bomb that he intends to pay for your car to be towed.

[1:21] You: YOONGI NO

[1:21] You: you can’t do that!!!!

[1:24] Yoongi: 100% I can and will as soon as I get ten minutes to make a phone call to sort it out.

The audacity of this man.

[1:25] You: seriously i cannot ask you to do that

[1:25] You: i was just going to take the bus back to the restaurant after work and deal with it from there. i’m actively researching towing companies and repair places on company time as we speak

[1:30] Yoongi: You’re not asking me. You’ve got enough to worry about. Let me take care of it. I know the places.

[1:31] You: still, i can’t let you spend money like that on me. i don’t even wanna think about what that car cost you

[1:31] Yoongi: If it helps you sleep at night you can pay me back on your own time. You definitely don’t have to though.

[1:32] Yoongi: That reminds me. You can use that car until yours is taken care of if you need to. I’ll send you the driver’s contact. Don’t take the bus.

You feel like you’re going insane.

[1:33] You: do you have a grammy or something? what do you DO to be able to afford shit like this? why do you live in our building? are you a drug dealer?

[1:37] Yoongi: :]

Of course, he gives you no clues about what exactly he does, but after a bit more back-and-forth, you finally give in and let Yoongi handle everything under the condition that you’re going to pay him back. He doesn’t seem all that worried about it, which infuriates you just a little.

You go through the rest of your day like normal, if not a tad twitchy. Come quitting time, you take advantage of having a driver at your disposal and have him stop a liquor store on your way home.

As you take the elevator up to your floor, comically large whiskey bottle (as promised) in tow, you text Yoongi and ask if he’s home yet. At his responding ‘No, why?’ you cackle to yourself and pocket your phone. The elevator doors slide open. You were hoping that would be the case. 

You clocked out at a semi-normal time tonight, a gift to yourself to cope with the stress of the day, and so you take great pleasure in setting the bottle down on Yoongi’s very tasteful cat doormat, flipping it off right back on your way into your own apartment.

You silently pray to whatever god may be listening that the whiskey isn’t swiped by someone before Yoongi gets home. Your cat, Pepper, is blinking at you lazily on the kitchen counter, and you give her a triumphant little scratch on the head before padding to your bedroom to deal with your laundry.

Your move, Min Yoongi.

★ ★ ★

“Do I need to be jealous?”

You take advantage of getting off work early to call your best friend Rina for the first time in what feels like forever. She’s in Paris this month, debuting a play that she’s been working on tirelessly about aliens and drug addiction. You’ve read the script six times over. It’s both campy and gut wrenching all at once, and you’ve cried every time. You picture her with her very chic haircut, sipping from a flute of champagne. The thought of her being jealous of any part of your life is laughable. 

“What do you have to be jealous of, exactly?” you snort, holding your phone between your ear and shoulder as you toss your laundry basket upside down on your bed unceremoniously. Your clothes are covered in a perma-layer of Pepper hair, and you think it’s lucky that Pepper is a black cat and most of your clothes are black. Very enviable.

“Of Yoongi, dipshit,” she coos through the phone. “You’re replacing me.”

“Sure,” you say, like she’s making total sense. You’re lying on top of your laundry now instead of folding it. You put her on speakerphone and rest your phone on your chest. “I’m throwing away ten years of being your best friend for a guy that I met a week ago. I’m glad you figured it out, honestly, because I was dreading telling you. I was going to wait until your matinée, but you don’t seem too broken up about it.”

“Of course. You have to do what’s right for you, I’ve always told you that,” she deadpans back, and you groan. You don’t want to hear it. “No, I just mean… It’s good. That you’re meeting people.”

“We’re neighbors,” you say, flopping over onto your front to rub at your temples. Rina is resting on a pile of your underwear now. “We talk about work. My work, not his, because he thinks it’s funny to act like he’s too cool to tell me about his job. He’s helping me with my car. We’re… neighborly.”

“And you want to fuck him,” she says. Maybe calling Rina was a bad idea. Debriefing over text would have sufficed.

“I don’t want to fuck him,” you say, indignant. “We’re friends. He’s nice. I can have a guy friend.”

“Of course you can,” Rina says, like you’re dumb for even thinking she would imply otherwise. “And you can be friends with him all you want. But you also want to fuck him.”

You groan in protest but she speaks over it.

“Baby, you can pretend, but I know how you talk about people you want to have sex with, even if you don’t say it outright,” she continues. “He may just be feeding you and helping you and talking to you about the weather, but I know you, and I know the whole time he’s talking you’re just agonizing over how he might fuck you if you let him.”

“That’s not fair,” you mumble, letting your face drop into your laundry. It smells good. Small comforts.

“Are you going to let him?”

“No,” you whine, muffled by the cotton. “I don’t need that. There are always strings. I hate strings.”

“You said he’s a super straightforward, honest guy, right?” Rina asks.

“Brutally so,” you grumble.

“So. Maybe he’d be cool with a lack of strings. You won’t know unless you ask, baby.”

You want to tell her that’s easy for her to say, but you don’t want to fight with her when you know you won’t hear from her like this again for a while. 

Rina has never compromised for anything. She decided in both of your sophomore year of college, after flirting with both performance and directing, that she wanted to be a playwright, and that was that. 

She wrote and wrote and wrote, and after you graduated together, her career blossomed almost instantly because she worked goddamn hard for it. She got opportunities to travel and work with theatre companies around the world, and she took them without giving it a second thought because she knew it was what she wanted. And she’s had a consistent, loyal boyfriend nearly the whole time. He doesn’t always travel with her, but he supports her in everything she does. They’re excruciatingly healthy about it. 

When your long-term college boyfriend dumped you unceremoniously two months into your first reporter gig because he felt he came second to your career, Rina was there for you. But you resented her a little bit. There was no way she could understand any of it. 

Still, as much as you hate to admit it, she has a point. You could just ask Yoongi if he wants to fool around without it being a thing, and you know he’d give you a straight answer. You’re even pretty confident he wouldn’t make it weird if his answer was no. That’s not the problem. It never is.

“The problem isn’t whether or not I think he’d be cool with it,” you mumble. “The problem is if he is cool with it, and then the strings come anyway. The friendship is nice. I’m attracted to him, yeah, fine. But I can ignore it if it means I get to be his friend.”

Theres a long pause on the line, and then Rina sighs.

“Your life would be a lot easier if you could do one night stands,” she says.

Don’t you know it. 

“Yeah.”

“I’ve gotta go, okay? Text me. Keep me updated on life.” You read between the lines. On Yoongi, she means. “I love you.”

“Mmmhh,” you mumble back, still burying your face into your laundry. 

When the line disconnects, you feel considerably more twitchy and irritable than you did before talking to Rina.

So, you’re attracted to Yoongi. Or you were, when you were drunk and he was all… hot and considerate. That doesn’t mean you have to act on it! You’re not going to act on it. You’re just pent up, that’s all. It’s been a long time since you’ve had an orgasm, self-inflicted or otherwise, and you can’t think straight.

Maybe you should fix that.

It’s clear you’re giving up on laundry for the night, so you shove the mountain of clothes back into the basket on the floor, sighing as you lay back on your bed.

You feel only slightly ridiculous as you shimmy your sleep shorts down your thighs, your hands sliding up your shirt to cup your breasts, squeezing slightly. Warming yourself up.

You quickly decide to get to the point, though. You’re struggling to immerse yourself in the fantasy that usually does the trick, too wound up and embarrassed (as if it’s not you in here by yourself, as usual) at groping yourself.

Despite the embarrassment, it becomes abundantly clear that you didn’t really need to warm yourself up anyway. Your fingers slide through your folds with ease, drenched like you’ve been that way all fucking day, unbeknownst to you, and a surprised moan falls from your lips. Fuck.

Closing your eyes, you circle two fingers around your clit experimentally, making your hips jerk up under you, sensitive. You do it again, a little firmer, starting a slow rhythm that makes you squirm against your mattress, your bottom lip rolling between your teeth.

It feels good. It usually does—you’ve always been able to make quick work of an orgasm to rid yourself of any lingering jitters before bed. But it feels really good right now, your pussy extra sensitive tonight, and you can’t figure out why. There’s nothing new about what you’re doing.

Rina’s words worm their way into your brain uninvited—the whole time he’s talking you’re just agonizing over how he might fuck you if you let him—and you’re too turned on to stop that train of thought, flashes of capable hands and pink tongue (tonguetechnologytonguetechnologytonguetechnology) filling your mind, and you’re moaning softly despite yourself as you rub your clit a little faster.

You continue to make soft noises of pleasure, your tongue darting out to wet your lips, dry from panting as the barrage of Yoongi-related thoughts keep coming, bringing you closer and closer to your release. 

Dark, dark eyes looking down at you. A delicate chain dangling above your face. You whimper, your fingers sliding down from your clit to sink into your pussy, curling up to rub at your inner walls. A thick cock sliding into you, filling you so deliciously.

You pump your fingers fast and desperate as you get closer and closer to that sweet edge. You wonder what Yoongi would sound like if he was the one fucking into you right now. Would he moan in your ear in that gravelly voice of his? He’s a man of few words. Would he be like that in bed, too? Would he call you sweet names? Not so sweet? Which ones?

Your walls flutter around your fingers, your hips stuttering up off the mattress as your orgasm crashes over you and you gasp out a breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding.

You stare up at the ceiling for a minute panting. The high of your release buzzes pleasantly through your body before it starts ebbing away, but the thoughts of Yoongi pervade. Well, fuck.

After another moment, you roll over onto your stomach to grab a towel from your laundry basket and wipe off your fingers, tossing it on the floor. You grab your phone, only to be greeted by a notification from the subject of your masturbation fantasy himself. He sent it about ten minutes ago.

When you tap it open, you’re greeted with a photo (!!!) of Yoongi holding your gift next to his head, the hand wrapped around the neck of the whiskey bottle almost dwarfed by its sheer size. A testament to the ridiculousness of it, because you’re well aware of how long Yoongi’s fingers are. There’s a lazy smirk on his face, and a mole that you’re just now noticing on his right cheek.

[8:23] Yoongi: Cute. 

Yep. Yep. Cool.

You swipe out, tapping on Rina’s contact.

[8:35] You: okay. i want to fuck him. 

[8:35] Rina: 🥂🥳🎉

Shit.

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𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐒 ─

★ birth name ─ jae-eun lee ★ hangul ─ 이재은 ★ nicknames ─ jae, jj, jae-bear, jennington, lilo

★ birthday ─ 5th november 2003 ★ age ─ 20 (int.) 21 (kor.) ★ zodiac ─ scorpio ★ chinese zodiac ─ sheep

★ birth place ─ seoul, south korea ★ home town ─ seoul, south korea ★ current residence ─ seoul, south korea

★ nationality ─ korean ★ ethnicity ─ korean ★ languages ─ english (100%), korean (100%), japanese (100%), french (100%), chinese (97%), spanish (97%), italian (96%), german (96%), thai (54%)

★ gender ─ cisfemale ★ pronouns ─ she/her/hers ★ sexual orientation ─ bisexual ★ romantic orientation ─ biromantic

★ height ─ 170.18 cm (5'7) ★ weight ─ 72kg ★ blood type ─ o negative ★ eye colour ─ black ★ hair colour ─ black

𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐑 ─

★ occupation ─ formula one driver

★ team ─ oracle red bull racing ★ position ─ 1st driver ★ race number ─ 13

★ sponsors ─ the hwang corporation ★ helmet ─ bell

★ podiums ─ 65 ★ grand prix entered ─ 67 ★ points ─ 1562 ★ highest race finish ─ 1 (x53) ★ highest position ─ 1 (x3) ★ world championships ─ 3

★ manger ─ jin sehun  ★ opertaions manger ─ do-yun park ★ personal assistant ─ yana rintarou  ★ trainer ─ rin hiniki  ★ press officer ─ moon dan-bi  ★ race engeriner ─ claudia lao

★ debut race ─ 2021, bahrain gp ★ debut age ─ 18 ★ first podiums ─ 2021, bahrain gp (1) ★ first points ─ 2021, bahrain gp (25) ★ debut race win ─ 2021, bahrain gp

★ fans names ─ j-nation ★ offical colours ─ black and white

★ instagram ─ jaeeunlee ★ twitter ─ jaeeunlee ★ youtube ─ jaeeunlee ★ tiktok ─ jaeeunlee ★ twitch ─ jaeeunlee ★ facebook ─ jaeeunlee ★ personal website ─ jaeeunlee.com

★ role modles ─ ha-ru lee, ayton senna, michael schumacher, kimi raikkonen, sebastian vettel, lewis hamilton

★ signature ↓

𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋 ─

★ mbti ─ intj-a

★ strengths ─ organised, creative, well-rounded, calm, realistic, naturally gifted, smart, introvert, quiet, logical, planner, open-minded ★ weaknesses ─ perfectionist, temper, self-critical, serious, detached, guarded, cold

★ family members ↓ min-jin hwang ─ mother ha-ru lee ─ father (deceased) ari lee ─ older sister ye-jun hwang ─ younger brother dea-eun hwang ─ younger sister saja lee ─ younger brother

★ hobbies & skills ─ photography, cinematography, art, fashion, racing (formula one and others), sports, reading, music/playing instruments (specifically guitar), skateboarding, working out, traveling ★ habits and mannerisms ─ headphone tapping, order in which she wears her jewellery, lip biting, picking at her nails, rolling her eyes, resting bitch face, speaking extremely monotone

★ likes ─ family, friends, her dog loki, woking out, music, playing guitar, skateboarding, art, fashion, photography, cinematography, reading ★ dislikes ─ rude people, racists, homophobes, basically any one that doesn't stand for human rights, people that abuse their power, mclaren

★ medical history ─ depression and anxiety ★ phobias ─ atychiphobia (fear of failure)

★ favourites ↓ number ─ 13 colour ─ black animal ─ dogs emoji ─ 😭🫡✨💀🫶🏼🏎📸 season ─ summer

★ favourites food ─ pizza, kimchi, soft tofu stew, samgyeopsal, sushi, instant noodles, tteokbokki, bibimbap, naengmyeon, bulgogi, korean bbq ★ favourites desserts ─ chocolate, mochi, cheesecake, crepe, red velvet cake, basically anything sweet ★ favourites drinks ─ coke, soju, strawberry milkshake, engery drinks, tea, coffee, milk, water, red wine

★ personal playlist ─ here

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cooking with niki

summary: cooking with ur bf goes surprisingly well || warnings: none || genre: fluff || word count: N/A

it all started bc u saw a 'couples cooking' video on yt

wanted to try out cooking with niki

the most you'd ever done with him before this was make sandwiches and some instant ramen

went up to him one day and brought him to the kitchen as you told him all about the video and how you'd never seen him cook so you wanted to try it out

spent a while looking through the food at the dorm before deciding on making tteokbokki

making tteokbokki is pretty simple

all you have to do is cook the rice cakes with some sauce and you can add whatever toppings you want like cheese etc.

you had been the one to make the sauce while he had the task of cooking the rice cakes when you finished

once you finished the sauce you found him taking selfies on his phone along with pictures of you cooking

forced him to get focused and start his part which he whined a bit about before doing as you said

get the cheese and place it into the pan while he's cooking

he starts to complain about how boring it is

you scold him and tell him to get back to stirring the tteokbokki

you're sitting on the counter scrolling through your phone as you wait for him to finish when he comes up to you and starts peppering your face with kisses

get distracted for a bit before you realize he left the food

you scold him and push him before getting off the counter and checking to see if the food burnt or not

it didn't luckily

turn the burner off and tell him to get two bowls so you can eat your food you just made

both sit next to one another on the couch as you both try your food

it came out rlly good actually

both extremely proud of yourselves

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Sweet Surprise x Dino

POV: You had only just started dating a few months ago,so when you get a drunk phone call from Dino you didn't know what to expect but you certainly weren't expecting how the night transpired.

MINORS DNI - 18+ ONLY

Warnings: mentions of drinking, sexual activity, not virgin sex but it is the first time the two of you have sex together,.

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Dino

You were just dozing off when your phone started buzzing on your nightstand.

It was your boyfriend, Dino, calling you.

“Hello?” you answered in a sleepy daze.

“My love? Were you sleeping?” he hiccuped on the other line. He had gone out with his friends, Jeonghan, Hoshi and DK to go drinking while you stayed at home since you had an early morning start the next day.

“Yes, baby, I need to get up in a couple of hours for work, remember?” You gently reminded him. There was silence on the other line for a few seconds,

“Ah,” he yelled into the phone smacking himself in the face. “I’m sorry, I forgot. I just, I just missed you,” he apologized. You could hear his heavy breathing on the other line right before Jeonghan yelled at Dino.

“What are you doing? You promised you would enjoy guys' night without calling her!” He tried swiping the phone away from Dino and the rustling of clothes filled your ear. 

“Ya, hyung! I can talk to my girlfriend whenever I want to. Leave us alone!” After some discussion and more rustling Jeonghan finally wrestled the phone out of his hand.

“Noona, I’m so sorry for Dino waking you up. We know you have to work in the morning. Just try getting to bed, we’ll take good care of- DINO WHERE ARE YOU GOING?”

You heard a car door slam shut right before the line cut off. You tried calling Dino’s phone back to see what the hell was going on but it kept going to voicemail. His phone must’ve died. Now you were worried since you didn’t have any of the other guys’ phone numbers and Dino was headed God knows where drunk from his head down to his toes. You debated putting your shoes on and going to help look for him but you didn’t want to risk leaving and he ended up at your place. You felt so helpless, not knowing where he could be or what he was even thinking. It seemed like an eternity that you stared at the clock but no more than an hour later you heard a faint knocking on your door.

“Jagiya, it’s me. Dino,” he slurred on the other side of the door before thumping his forehead on the cold vinyl. You jumped up and threw the door open causing him to almost lose his balance and topple over.

“Excited to see me?” he smiled holding his arms open, his eyes barely open slits in his face but his beautiful smile shone back at you.

“I was worried sick about you!” you yelled at him, punching his arm.

“Yaaa, I told you I missed you and I wanted to come see you,” he whined. He held up a convenience store bag full of stuff.

“I brought food, though,” he pouted. You let out a big sigh, it was hard to be angry at this helpless cute otter standing at your door.

“Well, let’s see what you got,” you gestured for him to sit on the sofa. He dumped out the contents onto the table and he had bought several packs of ramen, two bowls of instant tteokbokki, the strawberry Oreos you liked and some green teas that you once told him you liked. 

“I tried to get your favorite snacks,” he whispered shyly.

“Thank you, baby, that was very thoughtful of you.” you patted his shoulder. 

“I mean it, I really missed you. Being away from you made me think of something,” he started.

“What did it make you think of?” you asked patiently and genuinely curious.

“I think,” he started before stopping himself. “No no, I can’t say that. You’ll run away.” he commented getting up from his seat and pacing the room.

“What? Would you please sit down? Just tell me, babe. Why would I run away?” you pressed.

The thing was, you had only been dating for 4, almost 5 months. You were starting to spend more time together and the last few times you had dates you wore matching outfits. But that’s all it was. You hadn’t done much more than make out and you hadn’t really told each other how you felt or really talked about where your relationship stood. You were just two people truly enjoying each other’s company.

He let out a big sigh and sat on the sofa next to you dropping his arms onto his lap, slowly turning to you with his bangs forming a curtain over his face. The dim lighting cast a shadow over his face, making him look like a vulnerable child.

“Over the last few months, I’ve really enjoyed spending time with you. I’m not supposed to tell anyone but we have a world tour coming up, we’ll be gone for almost 3 months. It’s just, well, the thought of leaving you here, alone, and without being able to spend time with you drives me crazy. I started thinking about all of the times we spent together and it made me sad to think that I’ll have to go three months without you.”

He cast a side glance towards you to gauge your reaction. The news of the tour was shocking and it did sting a little to think you would have to go that long without him, too. But it made you realize that maybe what you had wasn’t just something light hearted or just passing the time with each other. You really connected and were developing feelings for each other. It made you think of the days leading up to this night. After practice and after his scheduled appearances he would almost always call you right when he got into the car. He would give you a recap of his day, funny things that happened, things that made him nervous. He was starting to confide in you little by little. He was opening up to you. And now, he had put his heart out on the table raw and exposed telling you how he felt.

“I think,” he started before pausing. You reached out and brought his hands into yours. 

“You can trust me, Lee Chan,” you told him softly. You heard a sharp intake of breath, he sniffled and when you leaned forward to look at his face you realized he was crying softly. You took his face in your hands and kissed him lips softly, touching your forehead to his. “Say whatever it is that is bothering you,” you looked at him with such kind and caring eyes he couldn’t help but let out what he had been fighting to hold in.

“I think I’m falling in love with you,” he whispered, his breath tickling your lips. You looked up at his eyes. Those sweet, bloodshot red eyes you could see yourself getting lost in. You almost couldn’t believe this beautiful, hilarious, talented guy was actually falling in love with you. 

“I’m falling in love with you, too,” you whispered back. His breathing picked up, his arms wrapped themselves around you and brought you closer. Your arms were wrapped around his neck and you could feel his shoulder muscles rippled under your arms as he held you tighter. He leaned his head back and kissed you softly at first, the taste of pepper pecan whiskey on his tongue was enough to intoxicate you even more. The smell of his skin, his muscles flexing under his shirt and the warmth of his body was enough to make you lose yourself in his embrace. He leaned you backwards on the sofa until he was hovering over you. His necklace hung down and gently tapped you on your chin.

You could feel the bulge pressing against your leg as he lowered himself to kiss you. It was giving you a throbbing pulse, moistening your underwear. You arched your back in anticipation, your bodies were like two magnets pulling towards each other by some invisible force. The only sound in the apartment was a city sound. It was a cacophony of passing cars, car alarms beeping from a distance, the wind that blew between the buildings and the sound of your hearts beating. 

“I love you,” he whispered before crashing his lips into yours in a ravenous endeavor. His left hand cradled your face in his, resting on his forearm against the sofa. The other hand reached down into your sleep shorts and felt the warmth and wetness against your panties causing a shudder to roll through his body. He planted soft kisses on your forehead first, then your cheeks making his way down your neck to your chest. As you closed your eyes, anticipating more, you could hear his jeans unzipping and his belt falling to the floor. When you opened your eyes you could see he had sobered up a little and his eyes had a dark, sexed up look to them. 

“Are you sure you want this?” he asked you.

“More than anything, Lee Chan,” you whispered back. “Let’s go to the bed, we’ll have more room.” 

He reached down, picking you up from under your ass and you clung to his shoulders as we walked you over to the bed kissing you the entire time. He gently and slowly placed you down kissing your sternum, your stomach and softly kissing your wetness, swirling his tongue a little to excite you.

Maintaining eye contact he pulled his boxers down to his thighs and laid himself on top of you, allowing his bulge to squeeze itself between your thighs. You slowly opened up for him, your breathing getting heavier and heavier.

“Please, Lee Chan, I want you,” you whimpered.

“Mmmm,” he moaned. “Are you that needy for me? You can’t be away from me for 3 months?” 

“No, I need you. I need you now, please!” you begged. The corners of his mouth turned upwards into a smirk, turning you on even more.

He moved your legs apart with his knees, letting the tip of his dick poke your gummy entrance. “Is this what you want?” he asked, his voice lowering an octave.

“Yes,” you whimpered, arching your back. Before you even had time to beg he slid his dick into your moist folds. It took several deep breaths for you to open your eyes as he filled you up. He was thick and hard, filling up your walls in ways no one ever could. You were so sensitive to every movement he could feel your legs twitching underneath him.

“You’re more than ready for me, huh, nasty girl?” He teased you. His hands found their way to your breasts for balance as he thrusted in and out so painfully slow. He had closed his eyes, savoring every single sensation as you squeezed him with pleasure. As he picked up the tempo you widened your legs, allowing him to go deeper. The faster he got the more your legs lifted off of the bed so he placed your calf over his shoulder and dragged you to the edge of the bed for more leverage.

“Lee Chan, you’re going to make me cum,” you cried out.

“Be a good girl for me and cum” he growled, placing a hand on your lower stomach, adding to the pressure building up within you. You grabbed onto his shoulders for stability as you felt the wave rising up like the tide and crashing over you through all the nerve endings in your body. You screamed his name and held on for dear life. The corners of his eyes crinkled as your pulsing squeezes brought him to climax. Right before he thought he couldn’t take it anymore he pulled out and unleashed streams of white glaze over your stomach. You had never seen his muscles more glistening and flexed. He looked so delicious and gorgeous, you couldn’t believe he was yours.

“Stay there, I’ll get you cleaned up,” he said softly. The way he was in bed was a totally different person than who he was any other time, you just learned.

He padded back into the bedroom bringing with him a warm washcloth that he used to clean you up. He gently wiped your folds then cleaned the mess he left on you. He took the washcloth back into the bathroom and slid into bed underneath the covers with you. You could feel the warmth of his body as he spooned you, pulling your body close to his. It felt so surreal and so intimate, it was like you were one person. You didn’t want the moment to end. He kissed your bare shoulders and neck, and laid his head on the pillow next to you. You heard his breathing slow before he fell asleep. It brought a smile to your face that he felt so safe and comfortable with you and it was only the beginning. You drifted off to sleep with Lee Chan dreaming next to you.

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Welp that was a failed ask on the thicc y/n, soooo.

What is the favorite instant noodles of every character (like Goo favorite is instant Yakisoba with Korean BBQ)

Hi anon! I'm so sorry I did have a think and I literally googled what ara ara means and I still don't know.

Oh my, this is specific though. I can't believe reading Lookism led me to researching ramen.

Before we jump into this.. erm why TF does Crystal need to calorie count and restrict for her second body but Daniel can eat whatever he wants with his second body and it stays the same!!

Lookism Fave... Ramen

Daniel: something like shin noodles with eggs. It reminds him of his momma cooking for him.

Jay: I know it's super popular in South Korea... But instant ramen? Sorry what's that? I always gets mine freshly prepared. But Daniel what instant ramen are you eating? Can I take a bite? (Waits for Daniel to feed him)

Zack: something with stronger flavours like cheese so he can mix in protein powder and it'll help to mask it. Man that sounds gross.

Vasco: this guy has the vibes of trying to cook and burning the house down so something as easy as possible. Instant tteokbokki in a cup.

Brekdak introduces him to some Thai flavours though, and he enjoys Tom Yum.

Johan: beggars can't be choosers. Whatever is on clearance

Crystal: The ottogi low calorie ramen for second body, full army stew in her original body

Mira: not really instant but she loves rose noodles

Zoe: one of those fancier nissin tonkotsu noodles type (piggy ♥️... Wait)

Vin Jin: he tells everyone that it's the 3x buldak noodle.. "yeah I like them... Bit bland though". This is a lie. He can't take heat at all

Mary Kim: legit the 3x buldak noodle with extra chillies on top

Jake: he hates noodles. He doesn't eat them all the time because he likes them, it's cheap and hits his calorie needs so it means more money for Big Deal. Bibimmen/cold noodles if he really has to pick though (cos the man's too hooooot ba-dum-tss)

Jerry: can't take spice at all either. Something like teriyaki soba with some fried eggs

Sinu: jjajangmyeon! With extra pickled radish

Samuel: also jjajangmyeon but he'll only eat it when he's feeling extra nostalgic and willing to open those floodgates

Gun: the fancy Japanese ones that are developed by Michelin star chefs - Nakiryu Dan Dan

Goo: keeping the instant yakisoba with Korean BBQ, this guy is obnoxious as fuck though. Yeah you're supposed to slurp your noodles, but he is the loudest messiest guy ever. Noodles flicking everywhere, soup or sauce getting all over his glasses and anyone within splattering range (Gun. It's always Gun)

Eugene: kimchi shin. He gives me huge kimchi vibes, not sure why. Eats more ramen than you'd expect with his crazy busy work

Eli: he didn't used to like these as much but something like instant tempura udon, non spicy cos Yenna would always want a bite. Otherwise he prefers to make a proper japchae so she will eat her veggies

DG: sorry but this man is soggy no flavoured noodles in room temperature water to me ☠️