#o yeong su

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Squid Game’s Actor O Yeong Su in Balenciaga x Adidas for ARENA Magazine

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O Yeong-su covers the latest issue of ARENA Magazine

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Trust No One

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Netflix really doubling down on not having their audience trust with individuals named 001…

[brokehorrorfan]

Let the games begin with the Squid Game board game, releasing on July 30 exclusively at Walmart. Created by BlueMatter Games and manufactured by Asmodee, it’s available to pre-order for $24.99.

In the 3-6 players game, each contestant has a team of up to 12 members and competes in six games: Red Light/Green Light, Dalgona, Tug of War, Marbles, Glass Bridge and Squid Game. The first team member to reach the Squid Head after completing all the games wins.

Two boards, 72 team tokens, 36 player cards, seven doll cards, 11 dalgona cards, 24 squid cards, four "marbles" tokens, eight glass bridge tiles, four mannequin and wall strips, one timer, two timer markers, one speed token, and a rule book are included.

Bring home the international sensation, competing for victory and survival in Squid Game. Survive six games and you win. They key word is survive. Because when you lose, you are eliminated.

Lead your team through six deadly games. Your team members who survive move on to next time. Make it through all six games with at least one surviving team member to win. Be careful who you trust...

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Endless List of My Favorite TV Shows

Squid Game (2021 - Present)

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idk dudes 001s are just iconic

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O Yeong-su (from Squid Game) Covers Arena Korea, November 2022

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o yeong-su for balenciaga x adidas

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W ⟁ T C H I N G

I couldn't watch it when it came out because life was its own morbid game. I wanted to watch it in a clearer time.

[adamwatchesmovies]

Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter... and Spring (2003)

Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter… and Spring is a tranquil, meditative, zen movie. Some of the segments in this anthology are a little hard to grok if you’re unfamiliar with Buddhism, but for the most part, it’s accessible and, in its own way, thought-provoking.

The story is split into 5 segments and chronicles the life and changes within a young Buddhist monk (played alternatively by Kim Jong-ho, Seo Jae-kyeong, Kim Young-min, and Kim Ki-duk) living on a small floating monastery with his master (played by Young-soo Oh). Each segment takes place during a crucial point in the young monk’s life and during the respective season each segment is named after.

This picture offers an insightful look into Buddhism without spelling it out for you. The events we see can be funny, sad, erotic, or tense, but it’s all about the journey, the way you can trace the changes within this one person step-by-step. It’s about the way the young monk’s actions have or don’t have consequences. The film speaks (without saying it out loud) about the meaning of life and the part we all play in the world, but never feels like a lesson. Each segment simply asks you to make what you wish out of it. The way they all fit as sequels to each other, and then the way it ties itself up is terrific. It's an original and fascinating approach to the subject.

Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter… and Spring is not the kind of film that necessitates big discussions with your group of friends. There's no need to dissect the meaning of that item in the first segment or that one line that makes someone do a double-take in another. Everything is made quite clear. At the same time, it’s not an obvious movie. I suppose the best way to describe it is as zen teaching. If you haven’t heard it before, it seems completely out of reach. Once you’ve been exposed, it makes so much sense that “obvious” doesn’t feel like the right word. It’s just so true that you want to say “of course!” With that said, it may be a good idea to watch it with a group in case some of the customs shown are foreign to you. It’s not symbolism that’s impenetrable to all but the most researched of scholars, it’s that you’ll get more out of it if you understand what is happening. Instead of wondering why a character did that or why this thing is done in that way, you'll be able to focus on the atmosphere conjured by the story.

I can’t easily think of another film like Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter… and Spring. I didn’t love it immediately after, but thinking about it now, it feels like a spiritual journey. It's nice to have the option of a "lifetime" of enlightenment all nicely packaged in a 103-minute film with subtitles. (Original Korean with English subtitles, April 14, 2017)

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Chapter 07

Pairing: BTS Ot7 X fem! reader

Genre: A/B/O AU, Fluff, Angst, Strangers to lovers,

Warnings:

Words: 3639

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The man's hands felt warm on your body, hugging you close to his chest. You could hear his heart in your ear, but your soft whimpers and sobs were louder.

The first to get to you was Hobi, who immediately went to your curled-up form. His arms were quick to also wrap around you, your back now warm and protected.

„Yah, what happened, Jungkook-ah?!” His voice had a pissed-off undertone to it. You were doing quite well the whole day, as far as he heard, and the photos Jimin sent to the group chat also looked happy and sweet, your small smiles warm and genuine.

When the youngest didn't reply immediately and you went to turn to the older, your hands reached for his neck. Right away, Hobi paid attention only to you, his warm palms picking you up and holding you to his chest. He didn't have time to say anything before the others came around.

„Kitty, baby, what happened?” Quickly asking you, Yoongi took one look into your worried and teary eyes and recognised the look all too well. Whatever went down at the mall when they first met you has happened again.

He wasn't a pro at comforting; he definitely wasn't that. But since he already had a bit more experience with settling an omega, which was really only you and his family neighbour, he didn't take much time to step in and help.

When he was younger, the family he lived with at the time used to have a neighbouring family pack that had an omega boy. He was only about a year or so younger than Yoongi, and so when the alpha presented at his 15th birthday, the second gender of his neighbour was soon revealed too.

A lot suddenly made more sense—the sudden states of anxiety, random panic attacks, or stressing for no good reason. He wasn't necessarily too friendly with that boy; Yeong-Su was always just a bit too shy for that. Even when the two family packs met up, they hardly talked—until one evening, during the New Year's celebrations, the omega had one of his first drops.

Such things are sadly just too common; simple things can bring them, and for the person who experiences them, they are more than terrifying. Often times, they can end up terribly.

Yoongi was the first one to notice the weird smell Yeong-Su suddenly carried. So when he got the opportunity, he led the omega away, asking him what was going on. The younger boy only burst out into tears, not being able to speak for a few long minutes.

The alpha was reminded of that smell when he was on his way to the liquor store with Jimin at the game shop, only to be abandoned after a few minutes. He wasn't too interested in new games like his younger packmates were, and so he decided to refill his own personal mini fridge.

He was very glad now that he was in the mood to drink back then; it brought him down to the bottom floor of the mall, where he smelled that scent once again, quickly realising what was going on.

Now he knew it was the same aroma once again, and there wasn't much he could do about it. There weren't many ways to settle upset omegas; it was just troublesome sometimes. Often, it was easy to cause bigger damage instead.

Coddling you, Hobi started to softly shush you in your ear, his voice once again gentle and light. Your face was buried in his scent gland, right at the junction between his neck and collarbone. His soft skin felt nice and cool against your warmed-up, tear-stained cheeks.

Letting him help you wrap your legs around his waist, he was quick to hold you securely against his chest, not wanting to even think of the chance of you falling. Yoongi sighed at how you looked, and he lightly patted your head.

„It's alright, my kitty. Just breathe for now. We will get through everything together from now on, yeah? Alpha got you, sweet baby.” His eyes were soft, warm, and calm. Even if he seemed quite alright on the outside, he could feel his heart beating quicker than usual.

Lightly nudging Hoseok towards the seats, the other man looked at him with a bewildered expression.

„Just sit with her for now. There is no use in standing around like this; it won't help. Just go get the food.” Looking at the others by the end of his sentence, he realised that, with how worried they seemed, they weren't about to move much further from you.

Forming a human wall around you unconsciously, the alphas stood tall and protective around the booth. It might even look a little silly to an unknown eye, but if you dare to walk a little closer and the heavy omega scent hits you, you will quickly understand.

Namjoon stood completely opposite you and Hobi, his back turned to you as he watched over every single person in the food court. His eyes were sharp and quick to notice any sudden movements. So when a different alpha went to pass by through the booth corridor they were in, he didn't take any time to get into action.

He knew deep inside that the random stranger didn't really mean any threat, but with how his hair fell unnaturally deep into his eyes, oily and unkept, he felt the sudden urge to protect his pack. It seemed a lot stronger than any of his naturally calm auras, so he didn't hesitate.

Taking a few quick-paced strides towards the shorter alpha, he stood in the man's way.

„Back off, man.” The guy almost bumped into the pack alpha, his eyes widening slightly. Looking up from the phone screen he seemed to be on beforehand, his brows furrowed a little. Measuring the other alpha up, the stranger went to push around his shoulder and continue on his way, but Namjoon was having none of that.

It was his pack's omegas that wasn't feeling well. Whoever this guy was, he just didn't seem to get the message.

Stepping to the side, he stood in his way, standing tall and protective. He didn't want this alpha to see you in your vulnerable state. That just wasn't something he would allow.

If you had a drop, then it was something very vulnerable for you to have happen. After you come back from your sudden mindset, it will feel too uncomfortable for you to know that someone you didn't know enough about might have gotten their scent on you slightly. That could have you dropping on them once more. definitely not what they wanted to go down.

The strange man sucked in a breath, about to start an argument. He really didn't have time for this, and it was stupid. But just then he caught the lightest whiff of the scent surrounding the table.

Quick to understand, his eyes grew a little wide. Mumbling a light curse word, he looked back at Namjoon.

„Yea, just... go the other way.” He didn't ask in a polite way; there was no reason for him to do so. He wasn't requesting; he was commanding. Nodding slightly, the other alpha pushed through the plastic chairs and went on with his day with no further issues.

Namjoon didn't move until he got the stranger out of his sight. When that happened, he didn't take long to rush back to his pack, quick to attend to any of your needs.

You were held close to Hoseok's chest, your face angled away from them. The man was mumbling small shushes in your ear, rubbing your back, and combing his fingers through your hair occasionally. He took the seat furthest from the opening, naturally taking you the furthest from any possible danger.

Yoongi stood close by, rubbing at your face and cheeks with his hands, the wrists cleverly held close to your nose. 'He is trying to calm you down with his scent gland', Namjoon realised, moving closer to you.

His big palm took up almost the whole back of your head, cupping it gently in a soft embrace. His body stood tall to cover you fully from any bystanders.

„Pup, it's alright. Don't cry, you poor thing; you are making Alphas all sad, see? What happened, sweetheart? What did Koo do? I'll beat him up for you, little pup. What do you say?”

The threat at the end of the sentence was mostly meant to be lighthearted, unless Jungkook, of course, messed up purposefully. If that was what happened, the pack alpha wouldn't hesitate to reconsider. He was sure his youngest packmate wouldn't do such a thing, though.

You didn't really answer; only a soft whimper left your throat, and Hoseok brought your face back closer to his neck. Running a hand through his hair, Yoongi crouched down next to you, well, as much as the space allowed. There wasn't a lot after all.

His palm rested on your hip, lightly patting it from time to time. „Hm? What is it, sweet kitty?” His voice was unbelievably soft and comforting, and your body went unconsciously lax at the sound of all the alphas coddling you.

Softly chuckling at the change in your earlier tensed-up muscles, a gentle, gummy smile appeared. Untucking your face from Hobi's neck, you looked down at the alpha, who was only a few tens of centimetres shorter than you now.

Meeting his eyes, he watched you with patience and care. Wiping at your teary eyes, your fist was left wet. Before you had time to rub your face again, your hand was quickly pulled away from it.

Your fingers intertwined, and your small palm immediately felt a lot warmer. With the smallest gasp, you looked up at Namjoon, his dimples showing fully. „It's really not good for you, small pup. Don't do that.”

Feeling shy, you went to cover back into Hoseok's inviting neck, but as you were about to fully rest against the crook, you were once again interrupted.

„..No, no, no, baby, kitty, look at me now. Hm.. aren't you just the cutest little thing? Look at you..” Mumbling, the alpha wrapped his warm palms around your cheeks, wiping off the tears that must have stopped only a few seconds ago with his thumbs.

He smiled at you, and your eyes stayed glued to his smile. Your grip loosened on Hobi's jacket, but he still made sure to hold you close. Reassuring you about their presence is a very important thing to do in such situations.

„Aigoo.. Yoongi has a nice smile, doesn't he? Here, go cuddle with Hyung for a second, my cub.” Passing you to his elder, Hoseok went to help the others that had disappeared earlier to bring the earlier discussed food.

Taking a seat back on the couch, the two alphas gave you their full attention. Placing you on his lap sideways, one arm around your soft waist, the other holding your head close to his collarbone, facing his neck.

Namjoon pulled your legs over his lap, letting your feet covered in the snow boots dangle off the side of his masculine thighs. Patting your calfs over the fabric of your pants, the alpha watched over you, only occasionally glancing away when he smelled someone passing by.

Taehyung hurriedly packed a plastic tray held by him, filled to the brim with different foods. Behind him briskly walked Jimin, his strides longer than they usually were. He held four big refillable cups in his hands, propping them up against his chest so they wouldn't fall.

Placing the tray in front of you and the two other men, Tae took a seat next to Yoongi. Quickly sliding to the right of Namjoon, Jimin followed soon.

„Here, babycheeks, I got you the orange chicken you wanted to try out, yeah? Don't be sad anymore, small baby; here, let me blow on it for you. It will cool down soon, hm?” Pulling the plastic recyclable plate from the tray, the alpha took a spoonful of the orange-coloured sause, a small piece of meat, and a bit of rice before he took it close to his lips, blowing on it softly.

Next to the pack alpha, Jimin started unpacking all four straws, putting on the lid covers, and pushing them in. Taking one, he put it right before you. „Drink up, princess; it's a green tea milkshake; it should be very tasty. The nice lady at the checkout recommended it.”

With one hand holding onto Yoongi's wrist, your other hand is outstretched towards the tall plastic cup with the panda logo. Taking the straw between your lips, you took the smallest possible sip, not feeling too hungry at the moment.

It tasted well—sweet but nice. The alphas all waited with bated breath, watching your reaction closely. When you pulled away from the drink immediately, they took it as a bad sign.

Quickly taking the cup from you, the pack alpha was quick to taste the drink himself, checking if anything was wrong with it. It didn't taste too off, so his worries about the milk being expired or something similar were quickly washed away.

„What lady? I'll go have a word with her.” Yoongi muttered under his breath, looking towards the Panda Express restaurant, his eyes sharp. You obviously didn't like it; was she dense? What's wrong with her tastebuds?

„..N-No Yoongi.. it's nice I-.. I just don't have much of an appetite right now.” You mumbled almost inaudibly. At the sound of your sweet voice, all the men were immediately looking at you, leaning in to hear your voice better. They didn't want to make you repeat yourself.

Sighing out once again, the alpha just leaned back into his seat, rubbing at the side of your waist in small circles.

„Just a little kitty. Eat at least a little for now, okay? We are proud of you for telling us, baby.” He voiced his thoughts, rubbing his chin over the top of your head gently. While you needed a lot of soothing at the moment, the agitated alpha in him also had to calm down.

Taking the now-cooled-down bite from Taehyung, you tasted the meal you never tried. It was really good—a little sweet and savoury but also a bit tingly. It was a nice mixture that you enjoyed a lot, quickly going back to take a second bite.

„Careful pup, it's still hot.” They knew more than well that the meal wasn't what was best for you, but they came to the conclusion that a little wouldn't cause a big issue. They hoped that if they just ordered a lot of different types of foods, they would eventually lean in and eat at least half of one meal.

Running his long fingers over your scalp, you could hear the soft jiggling of Yoongis bracelets in your ears. You liked the sound, so after a small second of blowing on another spoonful for you, you were quick to chew once more.

By the time you were going for another bite, Jungkook, Jin, and Hoseok were taking their seats. Worriedly watching over you, Taehyung let the youngest switch seats so he was closer to you. He realised that he felt the need to keep you close for now.

Jin talked to the youngest about what happened while they were waiting at the ramen noodles place, only getting to talking about how you just couldn't deal well with talking about your pack.

Deciding not to bring up the theme for now, Jungkook just wanted to make sure no big damage was done. With the whole pack around at the moment, he knew there wouldn't be that big of a problem for you to settle and calm back down into the happy little omega you truly were.

He didn't want to think about what would happen when only a few of them were around or when none of them were at all. It sent a strong pang of worry straight through his heart, and he promised himself that if that time came, he would do his best to help in any way.

Placing the high bowls of soup on the table, it was soon filled up with different kinds of side dishes. Different types of rice in small bowls, drinks, and coffee littered the small space.

Cupping your face, Kook's warm palms rubbed at your still reddened and plump cheeks. Closing his eyes for a second, the pack's youngest felt relief. You seemed to be a lot better than when Jin pulled him almost by his ear towards the food court lines.

„Are you okay, angel? I was so worried, baby. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to do anything wrong, baby. Will you please forgive Alpha?" Looking deep into your eyes, he maintained eye contact, proving the genuineness he brought to his words.

Nodding gently, your lips shook only for a little bit before you were scented once again. This time it was Jungkook doing so, with the banana-like scent covering the top of your head.

Not much else happened during the ongoing meal, apart from the whole pack dotting on you. Warm palms went over your cheeks almost constantly, and Namjoon allowed you to rest over him the whole time you were sitting by the table. Yoongi didn't let go of you either; instead, he chose to keep you in his lap. He didn't eat too much, but when you went to bring the mouthful to his lips, he hesitated only for a small second.

After you really felt like you couldn't stomach any more food, you just placed the spoon on the side of the plate, leaving it there. Curling up into the alpha's chest, you breathed in the lavender scent, calming you even further.

With their calming scents wafting all around you, you closed your eyes once again. Soft head pats pulled you further into dreamland, and so with Yoongi's gentle words whispered in your ear, you nodded off.

„I'm here, kitty; rest for now. We will talk when you aren't so tired, my baby. Just sleep now; Alpha's got you. We will protect you.”

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You woke up to the light swaying of being carried, your body propped up against the alpha's chest. Your eyes were opened only the tiniest bit, but you recognised the rest of the pack as they walked back downstairs the same way you came before noon. Walking down the steps carefully, your grip was strong.

Yoongi noticed you waking up with how you shifted just the smallest bit in his arms, your scent changing from a calm but vulnerable one to a stronger one.

„Kitty, can you tell us your address? We will take you home now, pretty kitty.” mumbling out the address of your apartment complex, you were just too sleepy to really realise what was going on.

Drifting off soon again, you only woke up when you felt the car come to a stop. Blinking your eyes open, you felt your seatbelt go undone before Jin was helping you out of the car, lifting you from the tall step to the pavement.

He could vividly imagine you falling down clumsily with how tired you still seemed, not noticing the tall step before you. Taking a hold of your hands, he bent before you, his warm eyes meeting your gaze.

„Sweetheart, where are your keys? We will go to your apartment with you.” His voice was kept in a gentle and calm tone, not wanting to startle you. He felt a little off, though. This was not the nicest part of the city.

It wasn't the worst by any means, but when he saw a bunch of people on the sidewalks, he felt a bit conscious about being in such a vulnerable space.

Pulling your key bundle from your jacket pocket, you handed them off to his opened palm. Thanking you, I led you towards your apartment doors. With Namjoon walking first and Yoongi and Jimin just at his tail.

They didn't really truly approve of this place; it had a wrong style to it, with some of the railing rotting and peeling off with how long it must have been here.

Stepping up to your apartment doors, there was a small, simple beige door mat before them. After unlocking your doors, the pack alpha pushed the doors open. You were sleeping once again, too exhausted from the day in Jin's arms.

Walking in, the pack dispersed through your space. Noting how small everything was, they grew more worried. With the oldest packmate sitting on your small couch and you resting against him, he watched over everything around him.

He wouldn't call this being lazy and unclean. No omegas were like that. He realised that very well, so it only pushed at the question at hand: what the fuck was your pack doing?

Leaving an omega unattended like this was terrible and just cruel. With only a few clothes in the closet, there weren't many blankets around either. They couldn't see a lot of pillows either; everything was kept to a minimum. You didn't even have a proper bed frame, for Christ's sake!

It was Taehyung who found the plastic box first. Tucked far from sight at the very bottom of your small wardrobe, it held a simple label written on a stick of paper tape.

Reading over it, he pulled it out urgently, opening it. There were all of your nesting materials, cleanly tucked in to take up as little space as possible. The thing that worried him was how dusty the lid was.

„Awhh, babycheeks. What have you done to yourself?” The alpha couldn't hold back the gentle whisper, mumbling to himself.

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Star Crossed - Chapter 8

| Prologue | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 |

The Star Crossed Masterlist

My All Of Us Are Dead Masterlist

My Navigation and Masterlist

Warnings: Normal AOUAD things,

WC: 5,538

Just before running through the door to escape the inbound zombies, you saw a withered bouquet of flowers leaning against the corner of the wall.

They were your favorites.

Running through the door, you turned around and slammed it shut with the help of Cheong-san. Afterward, the both of you leaned with your backs against the door before sliding down to sit against it, not willing to waste any more energy on getting the attention of the chopper above that obviously was not coming back. You looked over when you heard the boy next to you groan and bumped his shoulder with your own. “You alright?”

He looked over at you and offered a tight smile. “As good as I can be.”

You nodded at him and leaned your head back to rest against the cool metal of the door when a sudden strong force hammered against the door and you quickly jumped up, on edge again after the moment’s rest. Cheong-san jumped up with you and you both stared at the door, preparing for the worst. After a moment of silence, you leaned your ear against the door to hear what might be on the other side and another hit sounded. You flinched back, almost falling onto Cheong-san who steadied you. You all held your breath as one more strike was heard before silence enveloped everything again.

“He’s gone.”

You turned around to look at Nam-ra when she spoke.

“Who’s gone?” Su-hyeok asked.

“It’s Gwi-nam, right? He’s gone now,” you spoke with disappointment lacing your tone. You weren’t sure if it was disappointment that he left or disappointment with what he’d become.

Maybe both.

Nam-ra nodded with an empathetic frown in your direction. “It's his smell. I hear his breathing.”

You nodded to the floor, not really in agreement or disagreement with everything but just a nod to get your body to do something other than to fall into a pit of despair. Not looking at anyone, you turned to go walk to a corner of the roof and sat down, leaning against the wall. You lifted your hands to your face and pressed harshly on the sockets of your eyes, seeing little stars and shapes appear until you heard the sound of someone sitting next to you. Lifting your head, it took a while for the ability to see to come back but you then saw Nam-ra sitting next to you with a guilty expression on her face.

“I’m sor-”

“Don’t apologize,” you interrupted her softly. “I know what he’s become. I know about how he’s trying to kill Cheong-san for whatever reason and how he bit you while fighting Su-hyeok. I know my brother’s gone.”

She looked at the side profile of your face as you refused to look her in the eyes, instead deciding to stare off into space with no specific object having your full attention. You closed your eyes and let out a sniffle when she wrapped her arms around your shoulder and pulled you down so she was cradling you against her chest. You refused to cry, feeling like you had cried enough already and knowing it was the exact opposite of how your father had raised you. Granted, you never really listened to your father considering how much you hated him for the words he would spit at you for any slight mistake.

You both stayed there for a minute or two until you saw the group gathering materials to make the SOS sign bigger. You slowly got up so as to not bump into her and then held your hand out for her to grab. When she did, you lifted her up and started walking in the direction of the group to help, gathering some materials on the way. You looked over when Hyo-ryung was warning Joon-yeong to be careful as he climbed on top of a platform to look at the sign.

“How does it look?” Ji-min asked him and he hummed with his hand holding his chin.

“First… the ‘O,’ it's just too narrow.”

“Why do we need to make the ‘O’ bigger? It’s a distress signal it doesn’t have to be perfect?” You questioned to Hyo-ryung who stood beside you and she just shrugged her shoulders with a small laugh before going over to help as you did the same.

Working together for a bit, with the assistance from Joon-yeong’s instructions, you all stepped back to take a look at your work and saw the most beautiful and perfect SOS signal you have ever seen before.

“Yeah, well, there's no way anyone can miss that,” Joon-yeong spoke proudly.

“Right?” Dae-su agreed and Wu-jin nodded.

“We did do a good job.”

Everyone spread out a little bit, Dae-su and Cheong-san walking over to the copper circle they had placed in the middle of the ‘O’ to center it.

“It's a little crooked, though,” Hyo-ryung commented and you playfully pulled her to your embrace as you covered her mouth and she laughed beneath your hand.

“Nooo. If you say anything we’ll have to do more work!” You joked and she laughed again.

As you let her go with a smile, she turned around and gave you a hug which you didn’t return for a few seconds until it registered in your brain what she was doing. When she pulled back, she looked at you with a sad, guilty smile. “I’m sorry. For all of our preconceptions of you. You’re nothing like what we expected and I wish we became friends under better circumstances,” she told you. You smiled at her and instead of responding just brought her into another hug which she returned.

“Thank you, Hyo-ryung.”

“What does SOS mean?” Dae-su asked as you all were sitting around, resting. He was messing around and moving the parts of one of the ‘S’s to make it less crooked.

“It's a distress signal,” On-jo answered.

“I know that. What does it stand for?” He specified.

“It-”

“It doesn't stand for anything. SOS is just SOS,” On-jo answered, unintentionally interrupting you but you didn’t mind.

“That makes no sense,” Dae-su looked at her, his eyebrows furrowed.

“That's just how it is. It doesn't mean anything.”

“Then rescue quickly… speed of save… save?” Dae-su looked towards you as if he figured it out and you opened your mouth to speak again when On-jo unintentionally interrupted you again.

“Why'd you ask if you're not gonna believe me?”

“I thought you'd know.”

“I do know. Look it up. You'll see I'm right.”

He rolled his eyes as you saw Choeng-san stand up and start walking towards the three of you. “Whatever. How can I look it up? I don't have a phone.”

“Actually-” You started only to roll your eyes when Cheong-san interrupted you. You knew they weren’t doing it on purpose but it was annoying nonetheless.

“What?”

“I asked On-jo what SOS means, and she said it doesn't mean anything,” Dae-su scoffed as he looked at her. “Just say you don't know next time.”

“Well, it’s true,” On-jo huffed.

“It's true,” Cheong-san confirmed and you just shook your head, walking over to where Nam-ra stood and starting up a random conversation with her, unable to stand the love oozing out of Cheong-san’s pores into the atmosphere, all of it directed towards On-jo.

Minutes later, Dae-su walked up to the both of you. “Hey prez, hi (Y/N). What does SOS mean?” He asked and you looked at Nam-ra to see if she would answer but she didn’t, only looking at you for the answer.

“Okay… well. In English, it stands for ‘Save Our Souls’ or ‘Save Our Ship.’ When boats would have a problem in the middle of the ocean, they would send that out for help. It usually just means ‘Save Our Souls’ when people use it in everyday circumstances.”

“Haha!” He exclaimed and turned back to where Cheong-san and On-jo were. “I knew it stood for something! You were wrong!” He boasted and you just laughed as you watched them start another argument. You looked away for a moment only to look back to see On-jo walking away from Cheong-san kneeling down in pain with his hands holding the back of his knees.

“The sun's setting. Let's start a fire,” she directed and you nodded with an amused smile that she rolled her eyes at but couldn’t help to return.

As you all gathered around a plank of wood, On-jo started rotating a stick back and forth to start a fire. When she was unsuccessful, she stood up. “I'm done.”

“Already?” Wu-jin asked but Joon-yeong just got in her place.

He started off strong, twisting it back and forth quickly as he tried to start it.

“You'll get tired. Slow down,” Dae-su warned but Wu-jin smacked him across the arm.

“The fire won't start if he goes slowly.”

Dae-su looked contemplative before turning back to the boy. “Do it faster. Faster. Faster. I said come on, faster! Rub it faster!” He ordered and Joon-yeong let go of the stick in pain, rubbing at his hand. “What is it, cramps?”

“My hands. I can't do it,” he explained and Dae-su gently pushed him away as he took his spot.

“I'll do it. Step back.”

He grabbed the stick and started rolling it in his hand very slowly which caused some of you to groan, you especially and you crouched down in front of the wooden plank.

“Hey, should we kill him?” Wu-jin suggested and you sighed before leaning over and pushing Dae-su back and away.

“Oh, move over already,” you demanded before taking up the stick. You started twisting the stick, faster than everyone who was before you and smoke almost immediately started to pile out of the hole.

“Smoke!” Su-hyeok exclaimed and tried to push you away but you stopped him.

“If I stop now, it won’t be enough friction,” you told him and he nodded. After another few moments, the fire started on its own and the stick lit up. The group oohed and ahhed and you just laughed as you threw it into the wooden pile you all had created.

“Wow! (Y/n), you’re so talented!” Dae-su praised but you just rolled your eyes.

“Nam-ra had a lighter this whole time so we could’ve just used that,” you pointed over at the girl as she held the lighter out, ready to hand it over but you had already succeeded.

“I was going to give it but none of you heard me,” she explained and when everyone remained looking at her with the same shocked look, she continued. “Well, I smoke sometimes.”

You laughed.

“So do I,” you told all of them with a grin as you pulled your own lighter out of your pocket and held it up for everyone to see. Su-hyeok looked at you in astonishment, his mouth opening and closing a few times before you just laughed at his shock. “I’m just kidding. I don’t smoke, I just always carry a knife and lighter on me. I used the knife in the first classroom we were in and the lighter’s been in my pocket since. I haven’t needed to use it until now.”

“You had it this whole time?” Wu-jin asked in exasperation and you just shrugged with a wink sent in his direction as you walked over to the pile, seeing how the fire had died down to only a few sparks.

“Why didn’t you bring it out earlier?” Joon-yeong asked you in confusion.

“Well, I needed to show off my skills,” you laughed as you lit the stick back up and held onto it as you lit more of the wood on fire.

The sun finally set and you all settled around the fire, pulling out blankets and whatever you could to keep warm. You sat to the left of Nam-ra, sharing a blanket with her and On-jo. There was a comfortable silence that settled over all of you until Su-hyeok turned to Dae-su.

“Dae-su.”

“Yeah?” The boy hummed with his cheek resting against his elbow.

“How was your audition?”

Dae-su scoffed. “They said I have to lose weight.”

“Well they’re missing out. You’re a good singer, Dae-su,” you told him and he looked at you with a smile.

“I never knew you'd heard me sing, (Y/n).”

“Being the quiet kid makes it so you see and hear everything. I’m like a spider. I’ve got eyes on the back of my head,” you joked and Hyo-ryung shivered.

“Oh! I hate spiders!”

You laughed at her reaction along with a few others before Su-hyeok spoke to Dae-su again. “Sing for us. I wanna hear it.”

“Just forget it. I don't want to,” he dismissed with a wave of his hand.

“I actually really like that song,” Joon-yeong told him.

“What song?” You asked in confusion, not picking up on any context clues.

He turned to you with a smile. “Just wait, you’ll hear it.”

“You really like it?” Dae-su asked and Joon-yeong nodded.

“It's really nice.”

“You sing well,” Su-hyeok complimented to sweeten the deal.

“It'll cheer us up,” Wu-jin added.

Dae-su cleared his throat and sat up straight before starting.

♪ Let's go once it's over ♪

♪ Let's go anywhere ♪

♪ Once we're done studying hours a day ♪

♪ Once the annoying sounds are over ♪

♪ Let's go hand in hand ♪

♪ Let's not run ♪

♪ Let's try walking slowly ♪

♪ Is that drool or sweat pooled on the book? ♪

♪ No one notices the plop, plop ♪

♪ The plop, plop ♪

♪ The falling rain drops ♪

♪ What is boiling? Simmer, simmer ♪

♪ It's Mom's doenjang stew ♪

♪ Mm-hm, a bowl of instant noodles ♪

♪ In front of the TV which plays nothing but static ♪

♪ Let's go anywhere together ♪

The singing ended in a nice silence, the only sound being the breaths being inhaled and exhaled.

“It was such a nice song,” Hyo-ryung said softly.

“Didn't you say that it sucked?” Dae-su countered.

“Well, now that I actually listened to it, I think it's kind of nice,” she reassured.

“That was encouraging, Dae-su,” Wu-jin told him and they exchanged a small laugh.

“How long… have you been smoking for?” You heard from beside you and looked to see On-jo looking at Nam-ra as she asked.

She looker over at her. “Since eighth grade. I had no friends and a lot of stress back then.”

On-jo looked at the fire as she tried to think of what to say in response. “Did you ever need a friend, though?”

“I’m not sure. I can’t really tell.”

“You always put up a wall. You'd wear your headphones all day, and you never said anything. Wasn't it because you hated us?”

“I never hated you guys,” Nam-ra dispelled. “I just… didn't have any friends,” she said. You gave a little sad smile and looked at the ground and as if she could sense your feelings of rejection, she kept going. “Up until (Y/n) came into my life, I was pretty much all alone. She was the first person I was sure I could call my friend.”

You smiled and knocked your shoulder into hers which she smiled back at you for.

“Well… I never really liked you,” Hyo-ryung spoke and ruined the moment which you glared at her for until she continued. “I thought you and (Y/n) didn't talk to us because we were beneath you.”

“I kind of hated you. There were times that I wished you would just disappear.” Joon-yeong confessed bitterly.

You grabbed Nam-ra’s hand underneath the blanket which she squeezed in appreciation. She didn’t let it show on her face but you could tell that it affected her.

“Aren't you close? You're the top two students,” Ji-min asked from beside him.

“That's why I hated her. No matter how hard I worked, I was always second,” he exclaimed frustratedly before he sighed. “But it's okay now. I think I was able to come in second, because of Nam-ra.”

“Hey. Second's good too,” Dae-su encouraged. “I can't even be 20th,” he turned to Su-hyeok and Wu-jin. “Right?” Su-hyeok’s hand let go of Wu-jin’s shoulder as he brought it to fist bump against Dae-su’s.

“I always thought you hated us too, (Y/n),” On-jo expressed. “You always seemed too quiet and were always glaring at people, but now you seem so different. What changed?”

You gave her a weak smile. “Nothing changed, actually. I only glared at people when they were being dicks. Have any of you ever actually seen me glare at you?” You looked around and everyone seemed puzzled before shaking their heads. “I never talked to anybody because nobody ever talked to me. What was the point in striking up a conversation when it seemed obvious nobody was interested,” you turned your head back to On-jo as you continued. “I don’t know if you remember, On-jo, but I actually talked to you about a week into freshman year. We talked for a little bit at the start of class until you asked me my name,” she looked shocked with realization as she remembered what you were talking about. “I told you it was Yoon (Y/n) and you got so scared you ran away and ended up transferring classes that entire year,” you laughed painfully and turned away from her, looking back at the fire.

“But you always seemed to act like your brother. You even bullied the bullies!” Ji-min pointed out with a questioning and disbelieving tone as she couldn’t believe what she had believed for the past 3 years was wrong. “Like Na-yeon! She was terrified of you!”

“I gave her a few talking to’s when I would catch her being mean so she would stop. Last year she was much worse but I like to think that I helped calm her down, even if just by a bit.”

Ji-min looked down at her lap in realization. She’d never considered you did all of that just to protect the people she ended up bullying.

After a blanket of silence settled over the group, this one much less comfortable than the last one, Hyo-ryung spoke up as she turned to Dae-su.

“Hey,” she started as she hit his arm. “You shouldn’t compare yourself to Joon-yeong.”

“Huh?” Dae-su asked.

“When you talked about being in 20th place. Don’t compare yourself,” she stressed and he scoffed.

“I was just saying. Why do you always get on my case whenever I say something?” He looked at her in, what he thought was, realization. “Wait a second. Do you like me?”

She scoffed and harshly slapped his upper arm which you smiled lightly at as the others laughed lightly.

“Shut up, you moron!”

“I'm going to put it out there, so you don't get hurt,” he warned. “I like somebody else. So don't like me.”

“I don't like you!” She complained and slapped him again as he held him arm. I'm not interested in you at all.”

“Dae-su. Who do you like, then?” Joon-yeong asked curiously and Dae-su sported a sheepish and shy smile.

Wu-jin groaned. “He's, he's a total freak.”

Su-hyeok pointed at Wu-jin’s head from above. “His sister.”

“Ha-ri from Archery?” Ji-min asked incredulously and he nodded. “You're insane.”

“I go crazy when I'm in love,” Dae-su cooed and Nam-ra looked down with a smile as you stared at Dae-su, your own smile gracing your face, but with a sadder, more longing, demeanor. “She's like my little Cupid.”

“Stop it,” Wu-jin laughed. “If we get out of here alive, I'm gonna tell my sister.”

Dae-su looked at him in shock at his words, reaching over to rest a hand on Wu-jin’s arm. “Will you really tell her?”

“Yeah,” Wu-jin confirmed.

“What?”

“To shoot and kill you. I said not to like my sister.”

“You can't do that to me, future brother-in-law,” Dae-su complained as he wrestled Wu-jin over Su-hyeok’s lap and tried to pull him into a headlock.

“You… Hey!”

“Will you tell her? Promise?”

“Yeah. To kill you.”

“Stop it. Seriously. I love her,” Dae-su told him and Wu-jin groaned.

“Whatever. Somebody else say something so I can forget everything that just happened within the last 2 minutes,” Wu-jin begged and everyone stayed silent and still until Ji-min spoke up.

“My mom and dad prepped everything for my transfer,” she started with a pensive look. “They said to just go to Seoul. But I really didn't want to go there. I wouldn't have had any friends, and I was afraid of the Seoul kids. I didn't know what to do,” she sighed. “Then On-jo gave me a great idea. She said I just had to cut school for five days. Then the principal can't write you a recommendation,” On-jo smiled at her words and looked down to her lap. “So that's what I did. It's all thanks to On-jo… that I didn't have to transfer.”

On-jo held up her hand in a peace sign and you smiled over at her and her adorableness.

“I should've just gone to Seoul.”

Ji-min’s voice brought your eyes over to her and her look displayed one more of bitterness now.

“Then none of this would have happened to me.”

On-jo’s fingers fell and you gave her a grim smile as she nodded solemnly to Ji-min’s words.

“People have always said…” Wu-jin started and the attention went back over to him. “My sister was an archery prodigy ever since she was little. So our parents only cared about trying to get my sister onto the national team. They've never paid attention to me at all.”

“I'll give you all my attention, brother-in-law,” Dae-su told him. “Don't be sad. You have me,” Dae-su groaned as Wu-jin pushed him backward so he was lying on his back. Su-hyeok had moved from sitting in between them during the scuffle they had so he was now sitting beside you. Wu-jin then laughed with a shake of his head.

“Thank God that I have Dae-su.”

The attention turned to Su-hyeok but he just shook his head to pass. Then the attention moved onto you.

“I’ve always been seen as my older brother’s little sister. I don’t think that I’ve ever been known as just (Y/n). If not the little sister of the infamous Yoon Gwi-nam,” you imitated puffing out your muscles to mock your brother in a lighthearted manner but it faltered and you just held your hands in your lap. “Then it was the youngest daughter of the Yoon family. My father, as I’m sure you all know by his reputation, is not a good man. Not only to everyone he meets but also to his own children. Growing up, Gwi-nam was the only one who would protect me from him. I guess I don’t really need that protection anymore. I’m sure my father’s probably in a safe haven hundreds of miles away from all of this. He always was a fucking coward,” you laughed bitterly and felt a hand grab your own. Looking over, your eyes traveled up from where the hand held your own and found that the hand connected to Su-hyeok. You smiled at him, your mood lifting slightly. You looked back at the fire with a small smile still gracing your face. “In other, happier, news; as of yesterday, I am officially 17 years old,” your smile dropped as you remembered the situation you were in. “Happy birthday to me…”

“Fuck…” You heard Su-hyeok whisper from beside you and you looked over to see him frantically looking around the roof, looking for something but you weren’t sure what.

“What? What is it?” You asked him and he shot up off the ground. He jogged over to a section of the roof and you all watched on with curiosity. You stood up when you saw him take a tarp off of something to reveal an opened picnic basket and a cooler that fell on its side, the contents seeming to have been taken. You walked over to him as he looked through the picnic basket with a worried expression before it faded to one of relief when he apparently found what he was looking for. “Su-hyeok,” you asked slowly and quietly as to not scare him. He looked up at you and hid the items in his hands behind his back. “Are you okay?”

“I… uh…” He looked around sheepishly for an excuse but you just rested a hand on his arm.

“What’s going on?”

The chatter from behind you had stopped, everyone emotionally investing themselves into the lives of their former outcasted classmate and one of their best friends.

Su-hyeok brought the items out from behind his back to reveal a small black velvet jewelry box and a beautifully drawn card that had the same drawing of the same girl that was on his notebook from yesterday on the cover. He tilted his head and gave you an unsure, quite frankly, adorable, smile. “Happy birthday?” He handed the gifts to your frozen body. You hadn’t been expecting anything like this. “I’m so sorry I forgot. With everything happening I wasn’t able to fulfill the plans I made for yesterday.”

“What were you going to do?” You asked him breathlessly.

He blushed and scratched the back of his neck, looking towards the ground where he kicked an imaginary rock. “I was planning on taking you up here to have you skip class with me and then after a while, I would confess to you.”

“Confess what?” You asked cluelessly and looked back at the group briefly as you heard some of them groan.

Looking back at him, his eyes locked onto yours and he took a step forward. Reaching his hands out, he took the gifts and set them down before grabbing your hands. Staring you deeply in the eyes while you blushed harshly at the way he was acting and how close he was to you. “Confess… that I’m in love with you, (Y/n),” you gasped but he continued. “I have been in love with you since the day I met you. I don’t expect you to share my feelings, but I would love to take you out on a date one day after all this is over and be able to call you mine.”

You stared at him for a moment and just as he sighed in rejection and let go of your hands to back away, you grabbed onto his tie and pulled him down to your level so you could kiss him.

He took a moment to return it, but once he did, he kissed you so softly and with so much more love than you could ever imagine. He pulled your waist into him, forcing you to stand on your tippy toes to reach him, and lifted one hand to brush a strand of hair behind your ear before cupping your cheek gently. When you both pulled away, it was because you couldn’t contain your smile anymore and you hid your blushing face in his neck as you hugged him. He laughed and held you to him, one hand cupping the back of your head and the other wrapping around your waist.

“So is that a yes? May I call you mine?” He asked against your temple and you leaned back to give him a slight peck against the lips before smiling again.

“Yes, Su-hyeok, you may call me yours.”

The group behind you erupted into cheers and you flipped them the bird as you leaned down to pick up the gifts he had set down. Deciding to put the card in your pocket, considering it was small enough for it, you went back to sit down, Su-hyeok right on your trail, following after you like a love sick puppy, and returned to your original spots. This time, you were no longer sharing the blanket with Nam-ra and On-jo, but leaning against Su-hyeok as he wrapped an arm around your shoulder. You looked down to open the box and gasped when you saw the beautiful golden necklace inside of it. You opened the locket to find one side filled with small dried flowers and the other side to be empty. You looked up at the boy holding you and he smiled down at you.

“I was hoping we could fill it with a picture of us,” he told you and you melted. Giving the necklace to him, he helped you put it on and you smiled up at him once more before turning back to the group who was looking at you like they were watching a soap opera.

You looked over to On-jo, only to see her smiling at you brightly. There was a tiny hint of disappointment in her gaze but mainly happiness for her two friends.

“Anyways! Onto the next person. What do you say prez? You wanna go next?” You teased Nam-ra lightly as she smiled at you compassionately, happy for your successes.

“I don't really have anything to say. I wouldn't really know… but I feel like I made friends.”

You smiled at her and held a hand out for her to take which she did before turning to look at On-jo who smiled at her reassuringly. The attention shifted over to Cheong-san as he put a stick into the fire before speaking. “Me and… On-jo…” He paused and sighed. “I just, well… I just want some water, really.”

“Not stuff like that,” Hyo-ryung complained. “Be completely honest.”

“Be completely honest,” Dae-su continued. “Do you like someone?”

Cheong-san took a moment to think before humming in approval.

“You do? For real?” On-jo asked and you smiled as you watched Cheong-san try to hide his feelings from the one person who didn’t know about them.

“Yeah.”

“Why do you keep on stalling? Do you have a crush?” She interrogated him.

“Uh, pretty much.”

“Pretty much? What does that mean? Who is she?”

You looked around to see everyone pretty much having the same expression on their faces. Joon-yeong smirked as he put another stick into the fire.

The two lovebirds stared at each other before Cheong-san looked away and dismissively said, “No one.”

“Who is she?” On-jo begged. “Do I know her?” She looked like she was putting on a teasing face for the group but you could hear the slight hesitation in her voice.

Maybe the love wasn’t as one sided as you thought it was.

“Who is it?”

“You… It's you, On-jo… I like you.”

On-jo looked stunned by the news and Dae-su’s mouth opened comically at the confession.

“Two confessions in one night?” He whispered dramatically.

On-jo scoffed at Cheong-san. “Hey. Stop that,” she turned back to the group. “He doesn't mean it. He's just kidding,” she gave a soft chuckle. “I mean, we were friends and neighbors since kindergarten, that's all,” she then turned back to him with a more serious face. What nobody could see except you and maybe Su-hyeok from the excited smile on his face was the dash of hope hidden within her eyes. “Stop joking.”

“I'm not joking,” he confirmed and she let out a shaky breath. “Ever since I was six years old, I've always liked you, On-jo. And I always will.”

“Awesome,” Dae-su expressed after a moment before On-jo got up and walked to the corner of the roof.

Cheong-san looked down in sadness and rejection before you lightly kicked his knee from his cross legged position. “Cheong-san,” he looked up at you and you pointed at On-jo while Su-hyeok tilted his head in her direction, the both of you encouraging him to go and talk to her.

As he stood up and walked over, Dae-su expressed his surprise into words. “Did you know? I had no idea.”

“You're the only one who didn't know,” Hyo-ryung explained to him.

“Everyone knew?

“Yes. I don’t know how you didn’t, you hung out with them everyday and I only saw it from across the classroom but I could still tell,” you told him and he just looked furrowed his eyesbrows.

“Why didn't I know?”

“I didn't, either,” Wu-jin told him to comfort him.

“Because you're you,” Hyo-ryung told the former boy with an eye roll that you laughed at.

“Cheong-san's so cool.”

The spoken boy soon walked away from the girl to stand on the other side of the roof, looking away from On-jo as she watched him longingly. You watched between the two of them as you wished they would just be able to accept each other’s feelings which they so obviously have. Although On-jo’s was more subtle and she obviously tried to hide it with her ‘feelings’ for Su-hyeok, you could tell that she had liked him back.

For much longer than just a while, too.

While distracted by your thoughts, they were brought out by Cheong-san screaming On-jo’s name. As you looked up, you saw the one and only Gwi-nam running across the rooftop towards Cheong-san who was running towards him too. They slammed into each other and Gwi-nam got the better of the situation by slamming Cheong-san onto the ground on his back.

“Cheong-san!”

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| Prologue | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 |

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