I needed to say goodbye to UMFB&MHA, so I made a fanvid of chapter 14.
I had a hard time realizing that we will not be inside Yuuri’s head anymore </3
I needed to let him go… and from that need was born this video <3.
I love you so much for creating UMFB <3 I’ll never get over it <3 I’m sad about UMFB and excited about OBS!! :s That’s my life now.
[Grade 9 Yoongi’s letter to radio about his past love]
Recalling my past love…
Year 3 Class 3 No. 13 Min Yoongi (T/N: This is 3rd year in middle school)
Hello, I’m Min Yoongi from Daegu.
I’m embarrassed to write a letter to a radio which I’ve always been listening to. Today, we were told to write a letter to a radio by our Korean Language teacher. I was thinking about what I should write about but while reading “A letter of delight” by author Hwang Dongkyu I remembered my past love and here I am putting down few words about it.
Grade 9, it might be a tender age to say the word “love” without feeling embarrassed. However, those heart aching memories were my true feelings. Last year, I was in Grade 8 and I’m embarrassed to say this but I had a girl I liked. But I was a complete fool so I couldn’t talk to her and we just remained as friends. The more closer I got with her, the greedier I became. I didn’t want to be friends with her anymore so I confessed to her.
But she accepted my confession so we st
arted going out. However this is when the problem started. I got to go out with her but I couldn’t approach her easily and because I was shy I couldn’t treat her better compared to the time we used to be friends so our relation turned awkward. It was driving me crazy. After few days of our relationship, she told me we should just be friends and her words felt like they created a hole on one side of my heart. Of course, I understood her and I blamed my stupid self. Adults would say I shouldn’t be dating at my age and love isn’t for my age but there was nothing different compared to adults although I was young. I kept thinking about her even after we decide to be friends again and regretted “Why didn’t I treat her better back then?”. If anyone asked me to go back to that moment, I would go back to treat her better and confidently tell her that I like her and that I love her.
My heart hurts when I think about that time. Will she listen to this letter? If she does, I would like to tell this. I’m very sorry for what I did to you and my heart hurt because I hated my foolish self but now the past memory has settled beautifully. I would like to thank her for creating this memory. I decided to write this letter because I remembered it all of a sudden during class. I’d be grateful if my letter gets selected.
You brushed at your teeth vigorously, letting toothpaste drip from either side of your mouth as you stared at yourself in the mirror. Your hair was pushed back with an animal themed headband and a thick face mask sat atop your skin, eradicating any black heads that had managed to nest in your pores since the last face washing. You hummed to yourself as you brushed, turning up the sound of your music as you bounced around in front of the mirror.
After another minty filled solo, you spit into the sink for the dozenth time and finally began to rinse. You grabbed the mouthwash, beginning to gargle, when a loud noise caught you off guard. For a moment, you thought you were dying. The mouthwash had begun to slide down your throat at the appearance of the surprising sound. You immediately launched forward, spluttering into the porcelain, and looked up to your reflection with wide eyes.
“What the hell?” you whispered, wincing and straining your ears in an attempt to focus. Another loud bang, followed by a crashing of what sounded to be a clay pot radiated from your bedroom and down the hall.
“Maybe it’s the cat,” you hummed to yourself, biting you lip. Your eyes quickly swept the room, eying anything that could be used as a weapon. You tentatively picked up the plunger, eying it with hesitation. “Well…this should be okay.”
You slowly approached the door of the bathroom and peaked out into the hallway. Your window was indeed open and there did seem to be someone attempting to get into it. You noted the broken potted plants scattered across the hardwood floor, dislodged from their place on your window sill. You jumped back into the bathroom, pressing yourself flat against the door.
“Shit, shit, shit,” you hissed. You immediately reached for your phone, your fingers pounding the emergency number. Just as your thumb hovered over the launch call button, you heard a gasp from your bedroom.
“LAAaaarrrry!” the voice hiccuped, deep and slurred. You shook your head, peaking around the corner again to see your next door neighbor, Choi Youngjae, pulling himself face first through the window and toward your cat.
“Youngjae?” you whispered, the plunger plopping at your feet as you rounded the corner and moved toward your room. “What the hell?”
Youngjae looked up at you with wide eyes as he slid the rest of the way through your window and landed with a thud. “Y/N…what are you doing in my apartment?”
You stood still for a moment, blinking slowly as you tried to process the situation. “What am I doing in…your apartment?” You looked around slowly, noting your bed, your desk, and your cat.
“And what is Larrrrry doing in my apartment?” he hiccuped, a breathy laugh escaping his lips. You nodded in sudden understanding.
He was drunk.
Youngjae pulled himself up, yanked off his shoes, and reached out with wobbly arms to Larry, who up until this point seemed fairly disinterested in the scene before him. You watched in shock as Youngjae sat shoeless in the middle of broken pots and discarded plants, cooing at your cat. His hair was disheveled, hanging in his eyes in pointed tendrils. There were dark circles beneath his usually bright eyes and he hiccuped as he spoke. His clothes hung loosely from his body, having given up their attempt to properly sit on the boy’s frame.
“Are you drunk?” you asked cautiously, coming closer to the young man before you. “You realize your apartment is next door right?”
“I’m not drunk,” Youngjae giggled, continuing to reach out for Larry.
“Youngjae,” you clucked, shaking your head and crouching down to be eye level with him. “You should learn to lie better.”
“I’m…I’m only a little tipsy. That’s what Mark told me to say if Jinyoung-hyung caught us. Is he here too?” he said, his eyes wide as he looked around the room.
“Why would Jinyoung be in my apartment?” you questioned.
“Because he’s waiting up for us!” Youngjae gasped as if the answer were obvious. “Jinyoung said that we could only go out if Mark took care of me and BamBam…but Bam drank one bottle of soju and Jackson had to take him home because he fell asleep on the pool table.”
You sighed, rubbing your temples and suddenly realized you still had your blackhead mask on. “Hold on a second.”
You shuffled back to the bathroom, peeled the mask from your skin, and rubbed a light lotion over the now irritated flesh. You tugged the headband from your hair and shook it out, reassessing yourself in the mirror. This would have to do for now.
You left the bathroom again, rejoining Youngjae as he had finally gotten ahold of the now complaining Larry. His hands ran softly over the cat’s fur, quietly whispering to the animal in what sounded like broken English.
“What are you saying?” you groaned, plopping down in front of him again.
“I’m talking to him in English, because that’s your first language,” Youngjae whispered without looking up. “I’m better at English when I’m drunk.” He immediately looked up with wide eyes again. “But uh..I’m not drunk, only tipsy. Please don’t tell JInyoung.”
You chuckled, nodding at him as he glanced up with pleading eyes. The helpless expression quickly turned to confusion before he pressed his fingertips lightly to your cheek. “Where did your lizard skin go?” he whispered innocently.
“Ex…excuse me?” you choked, pulling your face away from Youngjae’s hand.
“The little flaky black stuff that was just on your face,” he said, his eyebrows raised. “It’s all gone!”
“That was a face mask for blackheads,” you grumbled, shaking your head as you stood. You looked down at him and set your hands on your hips. “At night before bed I-” you shook your head again, realizing there was no reason in a situation like this. “We need to get you home.”
“YOUR home Youngjae, not the incorrect window,” you sighed. You leaned over, gripping Youngjae beneath the arms as you attempted to lift him up, but he completely went limp. He had become a wiggling bundle of ramen in your arms.
“That tickles!” he gasped, flopping around until you released him back to the floor. The noise frightened Larry, causing him to take shelter beneath the bed. The disappearance of the cat caused Youngjae to groan, lean backward, and slam against the floor.
“Ow,” he groaned, rubbing a hand underneath the back of his head. He looked up at you and sighed. “I like you with this skin more. You’re very pretty as a human, Y/N.”
You looked around the room quickly, confirming that you were the only one in it actually named Y/N.
“I - uh…thanks?” you stuttered. This whole situation was like a bizarre dream you wished you could wake up from.
“You’re welcome,” he whispered, his lids heavy as he continued to lay on the floor.
“How much did you have to drink, Youngjae?” you sighed, crossing your arms. You were unsure of how to act at this point and figured maybe if you could receive a bit more context to the situation, you could reach a decision on what to do.
“Four…five…” he began, but trailed as he looked at his fingers hovering before his face.
“Five beers?” you asked, tilting your head. You had been drinking with the Got7 boys on only a few occasions, a friendly outing between neighbors. You knew Youngjae preferred beer to soju, so surely he couldn’t have drank that much.
“Five pitchers,” Youngjae nodded, letting out a burp that nearly turned into vomit.
You groaned, leaning your head back to look at the ceiling. “I’m going to get you a piece of bread and some coffee. Then I’ll get you back to your apartment.”
“But that was my window,” Youngjae whined, pointing up to your window sill from his laying position.
“Okay Youngjae,” you sighed, dragging yourself from the room.
After a quick attempt at instant coffee and some toast with jam, you returned to your bedroom to find Youngjae passed out and still on the floor. A light snoring had begun to escape from his handsome lips.
“Of course,” you sighed, shaking your head. You bit your lip as you looked down to Larry who had once again emerged to more closely survey Youngjae’s snores. “What do you think Larry? Should we let him sleep it off?”
Larry looked up at you, then back to Youngjae. He proceeded to lick his chops before sauntering away and hopping onto your bed.
“I think so too.”
Your knock was heavy on the door to the apartment housing Got6. After a few rounds of heavy banging, you finally heard shuffling on the opposite side of the wood. The door sprang open, revealing a sleepy and haphazardly dressed Jinyoung, completely unamused.
“Not to be rude,” Jinyoung sighed, rubbing a palm over his tired eyes. “But do you have any idea what time it is?”
“I believe I have something that belongs to you,” you muttered, motioning for Jinyoung to follow you.
“What does that mean? It couldn’t have waited until morning?” Jinyoung croaked, pulling his door closed behind him as he followed you down the hall. “I know we’re neighbors, but are we really close enough for you to be inviting me into your home at strange hours?”
“I don’t know. Are we close enough for Youngjae to come through my window at strange hours?” you sighed, entering your apartment, and motioning to the end of the hall where you could both very vividly see a snoring Youngjae, now drooling on the floor.
“Oh for Christ’s sake,” JInyoung muttered, pressing his fingers against his temple and beginning to rub. “I told them, if they were going to drink, don’t wake me up. I didn’t expect for them to end up going through the wrong window again. How many of them are here?”
“Alright, first of all,” you said, your eyebrows furrowed as your mind quickly became lost in thought. “Again? This has happened before? With more of them than just Youngjae?”
“BamBam and Yugyeom ended up in the elderly couple’s apartment on the opposite side of us a couple of months ago,” Jinyoung sighed. “Cleaning up Yugyeom’s vomit while constantly apologizing to a woman my grandmother’s age was not the ideal way to spend an evening.”
“And Youngjae?” you asked, lifting your brows.
“He’s usually a very happy or a very emotional drunk,” Jinyoung nodded. “I can usually find him sobbing on the doorstep before three a.m. I guess he thought he was going to try and be sneaky like his other stupid members and take the window. The only ones who can ever figure it out are Jaebum and Mark…I don’t know why the others even bother.”
You let out a chuckle, shaking your head as Larry began to kneed on Youngjae’s chest. “Let’s get him back home.”
Jinyoung nodded, taking short steps down the hall in his slippers, and immediately leaned over to grip Youngjae.
“Yah!” Youngjae gasped, launching awake and pushing away from Jinyoung. He blinked slowly, trying to focus on the older member while simultaneously trying to wake up. “JIn…jinyoung hyung?”
“Jinyoung hyung,” Jinyoung nodded solemnly. “Youngjae, do you know where you are?”
Youngjae looked around slowly, making eye contact with you before surveying the room around him. “Um…not where I’m supposed to be?”
“Very good,” Jinyoung nodded, rubbing a hand over his tired face. “And where are you supposed to be?”
“At…at our dorm,” Youngjae whispered, looking down. His cheeks were bright red with embaressment. As he looked up again, tear marks stained his cheeks.
“Aish, it’s okay,” Jinyoung sighed, placing a firm hand on Youngjae’s shoulder. He patted the boy lightly. “Don’t cry, I know you’re tired.”
“I’m…I’m not drunk,” Youngjae said begrudgingly through sobs. “Mark hyung said I’m not drunk. I’m tipsy.”
“Of course you are buddy,” Jinyoung nodded, leading Youngjae from your room. He turned, smiling sadly to you before speaking again. “We’ll be by tomorrow to clean up and repot your plants…thanks for not calling the police.”
“The police are coming?” Youngjae gasped, spinning to look at you. “Is it because someone broke your plants?”
“’Someone’ would be you,” Jinyoung nodded. “And no, because ‘someone’ broke into her home.”
Youngjae gasped, bringing his hand to his mouth. “We have to protect Larry.”
“Larry has claws, he can protect himself,” Jinyoung cooed, continuing to make forward motion out of your apartment. “We’ll see you tomorrow Y/N. Youngjae, tell Y/N you’re sorry.”
“I’m sorry,” Youngjae repeated with little interest. “And I’ll keep your secret.”
JInyoung furrowed his brows as he looked between the two of you. You shrugged, just as confused as he was at Youngjae’s statement. “Secret?”
“She’s actually a lizard woman,” Youngjae nodded seriously. “But I told her how pretty she is as a human, so that took care of that.”
Jinyoung rolled his eyes, opened your front door, and shoved Youngjae out. “Thank you and goodnight.”
1921. Wood engraving. Physick 186. 3 ¾ x 3 (sheet 13 1/16 x 9 7/8). Originally published in ‘Dress’ (S. Dominic’s Press, 1921). Made after a drawing by Edward Sullivan for 'The New Utopia,’ by H.G Wells. As published in Engravings by Eric Gill Douglas Cleverdon, Birmingham, England, 1929, in an edition of 400. Printed on the full sheet of cream wove paper. Unsigned.
Sleeps in like crazy, he is not an early bird. Kicks a lot and moves a lot in his sleep. Cover hog! Likes to have matching PJ’s with you (like you both wear stripes). Will rub your back until you both fall asleep.
He is so sweet on pet names!!!! He is in love with cutesy ones like Honey and Sugar, Sugar bear, Sweet lips, Cutie Pie…the names you’d be sick hearing another couple call each other.
….and then 37.33 shows up…3 + 7 + 3 + 3 = 16 (could also be 3 + 7 + 3 = 13, the remaining 3 symbolizing the 3 units?)
So the next person’s number could be 1….which I have a feeling is Wonwoo because…1U and Mingyu is 2??? Or it could be Coup because #1 dad? Or it could be Woozi because he showed up in Vernon’s trailer which had the phrase “One less of a full revolution”???
If it’s just 37, then the 3+7 = 10, the next number would 7 if they’re following that pattern. We have yet to see a performance unit member so I feel like one of them would the lucky 7, my bet is Dino. Because I love him. 7 is a lucky number as well, and closest to 8 as a prime number can get so it could be Minghao.
The next prime number could also be 3 instead of 7. Which I feel like would be Jun because J-U-N?
Poetry Riot Prompt Week One-hundred and twenty-six 3/13- 3/19
The prompt for this week is:
Please tag your work with #poetryriotprompt. If you do not see
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it. If the tag is used but the idea or theme of the prompt isn’t, your piece
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can we talk about the chorus to better man for 13 hours? can we talk about the verses for another 13 hours? can we talk about the bridge for ANOTHER 13 hours? can we talk about her vocals and hand gestures during the live performance for 1 hour?