keeping your mouth shut

Whether you’re writing for a video game or a tabletop game, the secret to effective lore is cow tools.

Back in 1982, Gary Larson drew the following panel for the newspaper comic The Far Side:

According to Larson, it was simply meant to be a faintly surreal joke about how cows would be bad at making tools; it intends no deeper commentary. However, in the decades since, it’s become by far the comic’s most asked-about panel. People want to know why cows are making tools, what aspect of society it’s commenting on, and most critically, they want to know what the tools are for. The one on the right kind of resembles a carpenter’s saw, which leads folks to believe that the other three must have some obvious function too, if only they could puzzle it out.

But they don’t. They’re just random shapes, and the comic as a whole was never intended to actually mean anything.

I’ve become convinced that that’s the real secret to effective worldbuilding in gaming media. Certainly, the “core” of the setting should make sense, but all the peripheral stuff surrounding it? Just throw in a bunch of incomprehensible bullshit seasoned with the occasional bit that almost makes sense, and people will seize on those bits and ratonalise all the rest of it for you - and what they come up with is generally going to be way more interesting than whatever your original plan was, if indeed you had one at all.

Then, once they’ve figured it all out, just nod sagely, congratulate their cleverness, and keep your damn mouth shut.

Another thing I’m salty as fuck about re: youtube 

Youtubers as a collective will go ON AND ON about how this is their job and they make money doing it, and how they deserve respect (they do). But then the second any group begins to hold them to the same standards we would hold a professional in any other job, suddenly they’re screeching about how “GOSH IT’S JUST VIDEOS ON THE INTERNET CALM DOWN Y’ALL.” 

You can have it one way or the other. Either your profession deserves respect or you’re a bunch of yahoos on the internet and should be treated and derided as such. You can’t be serious professionals when you want respect and then helpless nobodies when the tides turn against you. Use some of that ad revenue on a PR guy if you’re that nervous about your inability to keep your mouth shut and not make racism the butt of your jokes. 

Like, I’ve got fucking two thousand readers and I treat my writing/business account with more seriousness than people who have three to sixteen million viewers. I make a tiny fraction of what they do and I treat my position with more dignity and my supporters and fans with more respect. 

If you’re going to be a celebrity, realize what that fucking means and be a fucking adult when people treat you like the actual celebrities with actual reach and influence that you are. And if this is going to be something you get paid for? That makes it a job. And I guarantee that if someone brings your manager at McDonalds a video of you shouting racial slurs at a customer? Your ass would be fired there, too. 

[Insert Member] Is Useless

No group has a useless member.

None.
Not one.
I’ve seen time and time again that ‘fans’ will say things like “that member can’t sing so he’s worthless”, or “she sucks at dancing”, or “his rapping is awful” and I’m absolutely tired of it.
So let me break it down for you.

Leader:

In most groups, there’s a group leader. Typically the leader would be the eldest member of the group, but it’s not always the oldest.
Suho, leader of EXO is currently the second to last oldest member.
CL, was the second youngest of her group, 2NE1.
Taeyeon, leader of SNSD, is the oldest.
The leader is meant to be mature, and charismatic, and be able to handle focus and attention that’s on them. They’re meant to care for the other members, to motivate the group, and represent them(eg. speaking on stage). In short, they’re the parent of the group, responsible for their members.

Top: Taeyeon(SNSD), Taeyong(NCT), Shownu(MONSTA X)
Bottom: Suho(EXO), S.Coups(SEVENTEEN), CL(2NE1)

The Vocalists:

Vocalists, are pretty much, the singers of the groups. Most groups have multiple vocalists.

The Main Vocalist- The member who most often(but not always) gets a lot of lines in a song. Often gets the vocally challenging parts(i.e. high notes).

The Lead Vocalist- Usually sings before the main vocalist in verses, because they “lead” in the song. They’re often a back-up should the Main Vocalist be injured or sick.

In groups with a large number of members, there are often several sub vocalists.

Top: Soonbin(WJSN), Taeil(NCT), Bom(2NE1)
Bottom: Jeonghan(SEVENTEEN), Soyou(SISTAR), Baekhyun(EXO)

The Rapper(s):

Rappers and rapping is a very essential part of the majority of Kpop music. Just the same with vocalists, there is often a hierarchy, if there are multiple rappers to one group.

The Main Rapper- Gets the most of the rapper parts, typically the one with the best technique and rapping ability.

The Lead Rapper- Usually being rapping parts, good ability as well, but second to the Main Rapper.

Some groups don’t have rappers, but it’s common to have at least one included.

Top: Bora(SISTAR), JinJin(ASTRO), Lisa(BLACKPINK)
Bottom: Chanyeol(EXO), CL(2NE1), Johnny(NCT)

The Dancer(s):

By default, as this is Kpop, all members are dancers. But there are still roles for the groups. Again, same hierarchy;

The Main Dancer- Expected to have the best dancing skills, less focused on singing, often have fewer parts during songs, might even have only sub-vocal parts(as breathing needs to be reserved for their dancing), often have solo dance parts.

The Lead Dancer- As the whole group dances, the Lead Dancer will lead the group and often dance in the front, when the group is dancing all together.

Top: Rose(BLACKPINK), Lay(EXO), Minzy(2NE1)
Bottom: Taemin(SHINEE), Hyorin(SISTAR), Ten(NCT)

The Visual:

Kpop emphasizes on beauty. There is even a position in most groups that, who ever is given the role, takes special care of their looks, because that’s an important feature for a group: looks.
It’s not fan-appointed, it’s given by the company, as all roles are. It’s a real thing.
The Visual is someone that is deemed most attractive, and is most likely seen endorsing products and be on commercials and ads.

Note: don’t confuse this with the ‘face’ of the group, aka the member most easily recognized.
Some idols are the face and the visual(Hyuna, Taeyong) but the two are not the same.

Top: Haeryung(BESTIE), Kai(EXO), Naeun(APINK)
Bottom: Hyuna(4MINUTE), Taeyong(NCT), Dara(2NE1)

The Maknae:

Some positions you don’t get trained for, you’re born into them.
The maknae is simply the youngest of the group. They don’t have a specific task to do, they’re just the baby of the family.
But of course being the youngest is often associated with being cute, so some maknaes make a point of being the complete opposite of the Leader, the most charismatic and responsible member. They’re often ‘forced’ to do aegyo, and act cute when asked.

Top: Ren(NU’EST), Tzuyu(TWICE), Sehun(EXO)
Bottom: Dino(SEVENTEEN), Minzy(2NE1), Jisung(NCT)

Considering the fact that idols aren’t just thrown out into the public, they’re put through anywhere from a year to 10 years of training, insane diets, learning choreography, songs, new languages, and often times while still juggling school, you can’t say they don’t deserve a spot in their group. Adding on to the fact a lot of times, idols actually have a hand in creating choreography, lyrics, and music, they pull their weight.

Members aren’t meant to be good at everything, that’s why there’s roles.

Some groups don’t have concrete roles, and that’s fine too.

So there you have it, your little Kpop introductory class.

Each group is carefully put together by companies. Every member has a point, if they didn’t, they’d be a waste of money and wouldn’t be in a group.

You can easily look up a groups’ roles, and see why a member is there. It’s not hard to not be ignorant about groups.
Learn something from this, and keep your mouths shut.

Aries: Trust more in things you can’t understand. Sometimes the weirdest answer is the only answer left.

Taurus: Recognize old habits and old crimes. Don’t let patterns repeat when you deserve so much better then you deserve. 

Gemini: Stop complaining and start working. You can do anything you put your mind to, you just have to put your mind to it. You’ll lose the war if you don’t fight.

Cancer:  Stop. Just stop. Those vices have have no virtues. They don’t give you character their just killing you. Nothing else to say on the matter.

Leo: One step at a time. Because if you never start you’ll never get the chance to stop. It’s time to grow up and learn to care for yourself.

Virgo: These scars aren’t what made you. These wounds didn’t forge you. You are the hero of your own god damn story. So it’s time to stand up and fight.

Libra: Stop hanging out with people who don’t want to fix themselves. Doing drugs and drowning yourself in the bottle never fucking solved anything.

Scorpio:  Learn to keep your mouth shut for all that is good and holy. Some secrets weren’t meant to be shared and some scars weren’t meant to be shown.

Sagittarius: It’s okay to need love again. It’s okay to need someone in your life. Don’t be scared just to fall just because it hurt last time.

Capricorn:  One relapse doesn’t mean you don’t throw out your recovery. Learn to grab and hold on for deal life. Because you’ve got this.

Aquarius:Jumping off bridges for thrills never did anyone any good. Learn to be content with life as its stands instead of always needing drama.

Pisces: Looking back, learn to not regret. Learn to enjoy who you are and what made you, you. As hard as it was. As painful as it was. You’re you for it.

—  This Weeks Zodiac Post
Meddling

Originally posted by amsimaria

Just a lil something bc Park Jimin won’t let me fucking live. If anything, expect more jimin soon bc I just really fucking cant with this guy. I reallyreallyreally hope you guys like this. Feedback is much appreciated!

Pairing: Jimin x reader

Genre: fluff, smut

Word count: 8,540

You honestly, truly didn’t know whether you wanted to choke Kim Taehyung until he couldn’t breathe and his body lay lifeless on the floor, or if you loved him so much you couldn’t bare hurt a single hair of his pretty little head.

The boy was just too much of a best friend sometimes, it drove you mental.

He was that kind of friend who knocked on your door in the middle of the night to ask if you wanted to grab some late dinner.

He was the type to give you a foot or back massage when you felt the stress of your assignments and work getting too much for you to handle, and then spend a whole night trying to figure out solutions for your problems after you’d relaxed.

He was the type to listen to you vent for hours, simply listening, knowing all too well you preferred someone to listen to you until there was nothing left, before he was allowed to give you his personal advice, which never failed to be helpful.

He was the type to make you forget about your breakups with your boyfriends, opting it would be better for you to spend time out and take your mind off of it instead of bringing it up and have you crying for hours. But if you did feel like crying, he was always the shoulder to cry on.

However, there was one thing about Taehyung that made you wonder why the fuck you even considered him tolerable at times.

He was a meddler. It was in his bones, he just couldn’t help it. God knew he couldn’t.

So when he started to notice that you seemed a little too lonely for his liking as of lately, he knew he had to do something about it. He didn’t utter a word to you, thinking up a plan in his head like the devil he is, and the light bulb didn’t go off in his head until you were out with the guys and a few others one weekend.

Park Jimin. Park Jimin was the solution.

He felt fucking dumb for never noticing the older boy staring at you, seeming to get lost every time, before quickly snapping out of it. For not noticing that cute special smile he always reserved for specific people. For not noticing how he almost always managed to stick by your side whenever he was in the same room, sometimes in the same building, as you.

He watched curiously as Jimin called you over, patting the now empty seat next to him as an invitation to you, and you made your way over thinking nothing of it. Taehyung knew you were pretty oblivious. 

A guy could tape a sign onto his forehead that said ‘I like you’ and you still wouldn’t be entirely sure of it.

So this was kind of a challenge to accomplish. Luckily, challenges were what Taehyung lived for.


The first time you noticed something was a bit off was when Taehyung was over at your place one afternoon. You walked around the kitchen cleaning about, before standing in front of the sink and starting on the dishes. He sat at your small kitchen table, a bowl of cereal held in his hands. You were both quiet, you working and him eating, before you felt his presence next to you as he bumped your hip to push you to the side. He stood next to you, placing his bowl in the sink as well before starting with you. He suddenly broke the silence.

“__.”

“Yeah?” You mumbled, focusing on a small dark spot that wasn’t being very cooperative and coming off.

“Can I ask you something?”

“You just di-”

“Alright, I’m going to ask you something,” he sighed and shook his head with a tiny smile on his lips at your lameness. “What do you think of Jimin?”

“Jimin?” Your brows furrowed in confusion as you thought of what could’ve possibly been going through his head for asking you about him all of a sudden. “Why are you asking?”

“Just answer the question.”

“What do you mean what do I think of Jimin, Tae?” You chuckled, finally managing to wash the spot out and you grabbed another dish. “He’s a sweet, nice guy. What am I supposed to think of him?”

“Do you think he’s cute?”

“You got something you wanna tell me, Tae?” You asked curiously.

“Am I not the one supposed to be asking the questions here,” he huffed and you only laughed.

“Fine,” you sighed. “Of course he’s cute. I mean, even a guy as straight as a pin and a girl as can be would admit to that. Even you.”

“Mhm, alright.”

And then he was quiet for a few seconds, before changing the subject. “I bought a new video game. Hurry so we have enough time to try it out.”

You found it was strange but said nothing. You thought it better to keep your mouth shut and not dig too deep into it because it was most probably just Taehyung being Taehyung, but boy were you wrong.


“You mind if I text Jimin and Kookie to come over? They told me to tell them as soon as I got this game?” He asked from his spot on the couch, waiting for you to set everything up.

“Sure, no problem,” you answered, because it was always fun to hang out with the amazing trio.

“Great, they’re on their wa-”

And he was cut off with a knock that sounded on your front door. You paused and turned to look at Taehyung with a raised brow, only to see him sheepishly smiling at you. “Yeah, I might’ve texted them to come over about twenty minutes ago.”

You sighed and shook your head before standing up. “Just finish setting up, you moron.”

You jogged to the door when another knock sounded, not wanting to keep them waiting, and quickly swung the door open to be greeted with the sight of two smiley faces.

“__!” Jungkook greeted you and you moved aside to allow them inside.

“Hey, Kookie. Hey, Jimin,” you smiled brightly at them before ushering them inside. “Come on, we’re about to start playing.”

Jungkook nodded and quickly walked to the living room, but Jimin slowly stepped inside before stopping in front of you with that sweet angelic smile that God graced him with.

“No welcome hug for your guests?” He cocked his head to the side, and it was crazy how much he resembled a puppy you’d once seen in the pet store near your apartment building.

“Well, you two aren’t actually considered guests anymore, are you?” You chuckled but moved forward and hugged him quickly before pulling back. “But that puppy look could get you anything, Park.”

“__! Jimin! Get your asses in here, we already started the game!”

“You assholes! This is my house, you can’t just do that!” You quickly ran to the living room, and Jimin slowly walked behind you. And if you weren’t so engaged in scolding Taehyung and Jungkook as they played, not bothering to stop, so you hit the back of their heads before flopping onto the couch dejectedly, you would’ve noticed Jimin staring at you with a soft smile.

But Taehyung noticed, and he was now even more determined to put his plan in action.

“What were you two doing back there anyways? Anything you’re not telling me, __?” Taehyung teased and nudged your thigh with his foot. Jungkook snorted. Jimin only stayed quiet and tried to stop his cheeks from flushing at the mere thought of anything like that going on between you two, but you only glared at Taehyung and smacked his head with a pillow.

“It’s none of your business, just play the damn game so Jimin and I can get a turn,” you scolded, before pulling out your phone and continuing your muttering as you scrolled through something. “Ungrateful bastards. I let them use my TV and they do me like this..”


“Ha! Just admit it, I kicked your ass so good, even you’re feeling good about it,” Jungkook said with a triumphant smile as he relaxed against the back of the couch smugly.

“Fuck off,” Tae replied. “Just restart it and stop running your mouth.” He almost didn’t pay attention to the pair sitting on the other side of the couch. There you sat with Jimin, your head leaning against his shoulder and your feet resting on the coffee table, while he held up his phone so the both of you could see, both of you smiling and laughing at something on the screen. He stopped Jungkook before he could start the game and turned to the two of you.

“__, Chim. Are you two planning on playing? Kookie just beat me again so..” He trailed off.

“Huh?” You looked up from the phone, a smile still on your face, clearly too distracted to even hear him talk to you. “What was that?” You asked.

“Wanna play?” He asked again.

“Nah, I’m good. Not in the mood for it anymore.” You rested your head back against Jimin’s shoulder, before your smile fell and you lifted your head to look at him, placing your hand on his arm. Taehyung tried very hard to hide the smirk from his lips when he saw Jimin slightly, just slightly, tense at that. “Oh, I’m sorry Jimin. You should go play, you didn’t get a chance to try it out.”

Jimin quickly shook his head and waved you off with a smile. “It’s fine, I can try it some other time. I don’t even like this game that much.”

He patted his shoulder as an invite for you to lay your head there once again, and you gladly took it, the two of you immediately going back to laughing like you were minutes ago.

Taehyung felt his eyes sparkle when he was sure this would work. He could already see it. You didn’t even know that it was Jimin who’d been nagging Taehyung for weeks to get him this video game, and swore on his life that if he didn’t be the first one to try it, all hell would break loose. Clearly, that promise was broken for a simple reason.

You.


im going shopping. wanna come?

sure. where do you wanna meet?

we’ll just pick you up on our way

We? Who was 'we’? You shook the thought of, figuring it would surely be one of the guys. So you got up and quickly got dressed, managing to put on a bit of makeup before you received a text that he was waiting for you in the car. You grabbed your phone and quickly exited your apartment.

You weren’t surprised when you saw Jimin in the driver’s seat, but you were happy it was him who came along. You loved hanging out with him. He was always so sweet and friendly, never failing to make you smile and laugh with the simplest of things.

“Took you long enough,” Taehyung said as soon as you entered the car, and you only scoffed and kicked his seat.

“NIce to see you too, asshole,” you stuck your tongue out at him, before turning to Jimin, to find him already looking at you through the rearview mirror. “Hey, Jimin.”

“Hey,” he smiled. “Ready to go?”

You nodded eagerly and he started up the car.

“Where’s the AUX cord?” You asked after a silent minute.

“Get it yourself,” Taehyung grunted, not even bothering to look up from his phone.

“God, why were we even friends..” You mumbled, before turning to Jimin.

“Jiminie, can you hand me the cord, please,” you asked sweetly, and this time, through the mirror, you couldn’t help but notice his cheeks flushing slightly.

“Um, sure just a sec.”

He fumbled around, managing to get half a second to look around between driving, trying to find it, but to no avail. “Where the hell is it?” You heard him mumble. And then something caught your eye.

“Wait it’s down there,” you pointed between his legs where it lay. near his feet at the gas pedal.

“How the hell did it get there?” Confusion was evident in his voice. “I can’t even reach there with my seatbelt on-”

You cut him off by getting up from your seat and leaning forward, trying not to get in his view. You leaned forward on the arm rest, stretching your arm as far as it could go. Your arm pushed against his thigh as you wiggled your fingers trying to close that last inch of space between your hand and the cord.

“It’s fine, I’ll get it.”

Taehyung’s brows raised when he saw your position, and if Jimin wasn’t already pink because of you being so close, he was when Taehyung let out a wolf whistle.

“I don’t think I should be seeing this,” he tsked at the two of you. You finally managed to grab the cord and began to push yourself back, unconsciously using Jimin’s thigh for support, managing to smack the back of Tae’s head before you settled back in your seat.

“Pervert,” you grumbled before plugging in the cord and playing a song of your choice. You tried to convince yourself that your face was currently flushed because of the effort you just made. But as Taehyung watched you through the mirror, he knew it wasn’t because of that.


“Taehyung, please, spare me,” you begged as he dragged the two of you along with him to another store. You couldn’t, you just couldn’t take it anymore. You feet were aching, you were hungry, you were thirsty, and if you had to deal with another bitchy sales assistant, you were about to snap.

“Yah, stop nagging,” he kept walking, and you didn’t even realize that you grabbed Jimin’s arm instead of his for support as you tried to keep walking. But you didn’t mind. His arm was warm and strong, but soft at the same time, and you found yourself latching onto him. He didn’t seem to mind, offering his arm to you to grip more comfortably so that you didn’t have to put in much effort.

“Yah, dumbass,” Jimin scolded him, and you felt yourself smile. “She’s been walking for hours and she hasn’t even eaten anything yet.”

“Great, now it’s you too,” Tae grumbled, slowing down and turning around to the two of you. The sunglasses he wore hid the amused look in his eyes at the sight of you two latched onto each other. “Why don’t you two lovebirds go get something to eat and let me finish this in peace?”

You didn’t even comment on the 'lovebirds’ part, too excited with the thought of food to think about anything else. You gripped Jimin’s arm tighter to get him to look at you, and he did. “Can we? Please?”

“Of course.” His reply was immediate, and he felt his heart damn near soaring at the sight of you latched onto his arm, looking up at him with that cute little pout. Taehyung nearly barfed at the sight of you acting so couple-y without even realizing it.

You barely spared him a glance and a 'see you later’ as you walked off, and he looked at the two of you proudly before turning around and heading for the shop in front of him.

And the two of you went on without even looking back, your arm still wrapped around his as you looked for a place to eat. “Where do you wanna go, babe?” Jimin asked, and he felt himself blush slightly when the pet name slipped past his lips before he could stop. He didn’t dare to look down to see your reaction to it, which caused him to miss the similar blush that covered your cheeks as well, but your answer was controlled and nonchalant nonetheless.

“Any where’s fine with me as long as I can stuff my face with something edible,” you groaned out and he chuckled, before carefully placing a hand on yours that was wrapped around his arm, squeezing slightly. It lasted for a mere second before removing his hand and pointing to a small diner that didn’t seem too crowded.

“How 'bout there?”

And so you went inside and sat down after finding an empty booth. You went to sit across from him, but he grabbed your arm and stopped you, a small shy smile gracing his lips.

“Sit next to me. We can share if you want.”

And you found yourself sheepishly nodding in agreement.

As it turned out, according to Jimin, 'sharing’ meant him feeding you bites of his plate, practically half of it, barely eating himself. And when you whined about him feeding you everything and not having any, he would shush you, claiming that 'he wasn’t very hungry anyways’.

kookie just texted me to meet him and joon to work on something. jimin can drop you off yeah?

“That dick,” you mumbled with a frown, sending him a quick text to say that you would go with Jimin and cuss him out along the way. “Tae just ditched us.” You looked up at Jimin to find him looking at you curiously. He looked confused for a second, before a look of realization dawned on his face. But before you could question it, he smiled once again and spoke.

“That’s fine. Whenever you wanna leave I’ll drive you.”

You stayed in that diner for about fifteen more minutes, talking and laughing as if you’d done it for years. When in reality, you two had only been friends for months, and the times you spent alone together had only been a handful and usually never lasted for more than an hour at most. So, you were kind of glad Taehyung had decided to ditch the two of you, especially when you told an especially lame joke, and Jimin did that thing where he laughed and leaned his head against your shoulder slightly.


“Thanks for the ride home, Jimin. I’ll see you tonight right?” You asked as you unbuckled your seatbelt. His eyes were confused for a second.

“What?”

“We’re all going out to that new club, remember? That one Hoseok told us about,” you reminded him, and he nodded in realization.

“Ah right. Is Tae picking you up?”

“No, I’ll meet you guys-”

“I’ll come by early and pick you up,” he interrupted before you had a chance to finish your sentence.

“Really, Jimin. It’s fine, I’ll call a cab. It would be a hassle for you to come here then drive back to-”

“Do I look like the guy to take no for an answer?” He interrupted you once again and you just chuckled, defeated.

“Fine, see you tonight.”

His smile was triumphant as he watched you walk to your building, but as soon as you disappeared, the smile faded. He quickly took out his phone, looking for that contact name, before pressing call.

“I know what you’re doing,” he said.

“What do you mean?” Taehyung’s voice was filled to the brim with false innocence and obliviousness.

“__ already complains and scolds you enough about you meddling in other people’s shit. What do you think she’d do if she knows you’re pulling something on her, huh?” He tsked and huffed, even though a small part of him knew that Taehyung’s meddling plans almost always worked out in his favor, and he was partially praying that he wouldn’t give up on this one.

“Shh, just stop your nagging okay? I know what I’m doing. You’ll thank me for this one.”

Before Jimin had a chance to retort, the line went dead and Jimin huffed as he locked his phone. He leaned his head back against the seat and looked back to your building in thought for a few seconds before he started the ignition once again and drove off.


You and Jimin arrived to the club and the others were already partying in full swing, half drunk.

“Jeez, it’s not even 12 yet. What’d you do, order half the fucking menu?” You asked as you took a seat yourself with Jimin following behind.

“__! My baby, come gimme a hug.” Taehyung leaned over but you only planted your palm on his face and pushed him back.

“Not until I’ve had a few drink in me,” you snorted at his drunk pout, but he had the attention span of a baby as he was quickly distracted by a lame joke Jin was spouting off.

“I’ll get us some drink,” Jimin leaned in and spoke in your ear and you only smiled and nodded at him.

“Ah, whispering to each other now? I always knew you had a thing for shorties,” Taehyung had once again turned to you, wiggling his eyes suggestively. You narrowed your eyes.

“Oh no, I definitely don’t have a thing for you, Tae.”

“I meant Jimin. He’s the short o-”

“Oh I thought you were talking about length in other areas of the body,” you sighed with a fake confused look on your face, earning snorts and laughs from the other, as Taehyung only sent you a dirty look. Before he had a chance to retort, Jimin arrived and placed your drink in front of you, oddly enough having figured out your favorite, and sat next to you. He placed his arm on the back of your seat, his arm slightly grazing your bare back. You unconsciously leaned into him.

“Thanks, Jimin.”

“No problem.”

As the clock struck 2 AM, Jungkook, Taehyung and Hoseok were out on the dance floor doing god knows what, Namjoon and Suga were in some deep (most probably drunk) conversation, and Jin was one his phone (most probably drunk texting someone) considering the stupid grin on his face and the giggle he let out every once in a while.

But you and Jimin were still in your seats. Jimin had laid a bit low on the drinks, taking to keeping an eye on you when he saw how you were downing drink after drink, with clearly none of the other guys planning on staying sober and watching you.

“I think that’s enough for you, __,” he chuckled as you gulped the last bit of your drink and put it back on the table. You looked up at him, pout clearly visible on your lips.

“Just one more, Jimin. I promise it’ll be the last one,” you held up one finger.

“No,” he tsked. “You’ve had too much already, I can already see the headache you’re gonna have tomorrow.”

“You’re no fun,” you poked his chest with the finger you held up and he only laughed. The pout you had on was quickly replaced with a giggle of your own. “You have a cute laugh, Jimin.”

“Thanks, __,” he considered you being drunk a privilege since you couldn’t see the slight pink covering his cheeks.

“You’re welcome. You have a cute everything, actually. Cute face. Cute eyes. Cute nose. Cute cheeks,” you pinched his cheeks for emphasis. You paused for a second, and he nearly felt his heart fall into his stomach when he saw your gaze fall to his lips. “Cute lips.” Your voice was lower now, barely heard over the music.

Your fingers unconsciously moved from his cheeks, until your forefinger and middle finger grazed his soft lips. He visibly gulped. He looked to your eyes but found them fixed on his lips. He almost leaned in. Almost. But then he remembered.

You were drunk.

“I should take you home, it’s getting late.” His voice was choked a bit so he cleared his throat before grabbing your hand and moving it down. “Come on.”

You nodded and got up as well, wobbling slightly on your feet from the drinks you’ve had. You said goodbye to the guys but they were clearly too drunk to reply properly, as you were. You saw the other three doing some stupid shit somewhere but you only giggled drunkenly as Jimin shook his head and pulled you by the hand behind him.

You stared down at your entwined hands, thinking to yourself how much you enjoyed the warm touch. His hand was so nice to look at, but even nicer to hold. Palms soft yet firm, making you feel entirely secure, even in your drunker state. Your eyes followed up to the arm that the hand belonged to, then to the man that the arm belonged to. Even the back of his head was handsome, why had you never noticed that before.

You suddenly had the urge to be closer to him, and as soon as you stepped foot outside the club, you moved closer and looped your arm in his, your body sticking to his side completely. His body tensed for a mere second, but he only looked down at you and smiled softly and squeezed the hand that was placed around his arm.

You walked in silence to his car, the only sound being the click of your heels against the ground. He opened the car door for you as soon as you reached it, and you climbed in, resting your head back against the seat and watching as he walked to the other side of the car. He got in and buckled himself up, moving to start the car before he turned to you.

“Sweetheart, put on your seatbelt.”

You didn’t know if it was the drinks you had, or the pet name he just called you by, but you felt your head spin slightly.

“Huh?” You mumbled. He chuckled and shook his head, not bothering to reply as he leaned over to you to do it himself.

You found it strange how your heart immediately seemed to speed up when he got closer to you. It was kind of overwhelming really. You could smell his cologne clearly like this, and its smell was addicting. You could practically feel the warmth radiate from his body, because he was just that type of person, you know? You could see a tiny, barely there freckle that couldn’t even be seen unless you were mere inches from each other, which you were.

You didn’t even notice that he’d already buckled you up until he looked up so his eyes met yours, but still didn’t move away. You breathed deeply, letting out a soft sigh as eyes so beautiful stared back at you, cursing yourself for never noticing how truly, intricately enchanting they were.

“All done,” he mumbled, still not moving away.

“Thanks,” you gulped.

But then he leaned back quickly once again and cleared his throat. starting up the car and driving off.

You both let out shaky sighs simultaneously.

When he parked in front of your building, he got out of the car and quickly made his way to your door, helping you out. You stumbled slightly after having been sat down but he was quick to steady you with an arm around your waist, and he kept it there as he walked with you to your apartment building after locking his car.

You found yourself, once again, leaning into his warmth and he tightened his arm around you. As you reached the elevator, you clicked the button and waited. You couldn’t help but look up at him. God, why did it take so many drinks for you to actually look at this man and appreciate every single aspect of him? This should be done while you’re sober and completely sane, so that you could put every single inch of him to memory, so that you wouldn’t ever manage to forget a single detail.

You hoped you would remember that tomorrow.

He looked down to see you already staring at him, and you were even more mesmerized when your eyes met his. His face was so damn close now, and your heels helped in being much closer to his face. Fuck. You just couldn’t fucking help it anymore.

You leaned forward and caught his lips with yours, and he stumbled slightly with the sudden force of the kiss. However, his surprise only got him for two seconds before he immediately wrapped you up in his arms and you brought your arms around his neck, your fingers digging into his hair.

God, this felt so good.

But then the ding of the elevator sounded and he quickly but gently pushed you away, one arm still around your waist. Both of you were breathing heavily, your eyes frantically searching each other’s.

“__, sweetheart. You shouldn’t… You’re drunk,” he sighed, stroking your hair and bringing it away from your eyes.

“But,” you stepped closer once again, pecking his lips fast before he could stop you. You felt a sudden wave of confidence. Your mind was hazy, partially from the amount of alcohol you’d consumer throughout the night. But still. "I want you,“ you breathed out.

"God,” he whispered and closed his eyes. He brought his forehead down to rest against yours, breathing in deeply then letting it out slowly. “You’re drunk,” he repeated, as though convincing himself rather than you. “Come on.”

He pulled you in the elevator, pressing the button to your floor. You leaned against him, your head in the crook of his neck. You couldn’t help but place your lips there, barely grazing the skin. It just seemed so soft and inviting, and he smelled so good you felt intoxicated.

His eyes fluttered shut when you pressed a soft kiss there, your hand resting against his firm chest, slowly going up and down the solid expanse. But once again, he was awoken by the ding of the elevator and he grabbed the hand that was on his chest to pull you out of the elevator and to your apartment.

He managed to help you find your apartment key from your purse and unlocked it to let you in. You immediately kicked off your heels and dropped down to your height, and he found himself smiling at how adorable that was.

However, that adorableness was quickly swept away when as soon as he closed the door, you turned around and wrapped your arms around his neck, leaning up on your tippy-toes to bring your face closer to his. “Can I kiss you now?” You whispered, your nose grazing against his. His hands found your waist, fingers gripping into the skin.

“Baby..” The name slipped out without him realizing it, and it only dazed you even more. “Let me take you to bed. You should sleep this off, yeah?”

“Jimin,” you whined out. “I’m not even that drunk, I only had like-”

“Eight drinks? Yeah, I counted,” he grasped onto the self control he kept especially reserved for when he was around you and pushed you away. “Now, come on. Off to bed.”

You pouted like a little kid but turned around nonetheless, and you tripping on your own two feet was enough proof that he’d made the right decision, even if he wanted oh so badly to kiss you and ravish you till the sun came up.

He got you in bed, and after whining for a few seconds about him being a 'buzz kill’, you dozed off.

The corners of his mouth slid upwards and his eyes sparkled at the sight of you all cozied up in blankets. He rarely ever got to see you asleep, less than a handful of times when you’d doze off on the couch when you were all hanging out. And he always appreciated those moments. You looked so peaceful and soft and tender, just begging to be held and cuddled up to.

But he restrained, only leaning down and placing a feather light kiss to your forehead before making his way outside.

He sighed. Tonight, he’d reached a whole new level of self control he never knew he could exhibit.


You two hadn’t spoken of that night, but you would be fucking dumb not to notice the change that happened after that.

Despite him thinking you were too shitfaced to remember anything from that night, you still remembered that kiss. It was clear and vivid in your mind, how could you manage to forget? You groaned and buried your face in your pillow in embarrassment when the memory hit you, knowing you were drunk and you came on too strong. And Jimin was just too nice to push you away and tell you to manage on your own in your state of drunkenness.

So you settled for keeping your lips shut and saving yourself the embarrassment.

And Jimin didn’t utter a word either, thinking you completely forgot about the whole thing, and if you did, you weren’t planning on mentioning it.

But even a blind person could see the change between the two of you. The change in how you acted around each other, looked at each other, talked to each other. The hugs that were more frequent and lasted just half a second longer, but that half a second truly did count. The touches that looked purely accidental, but truly weren’t. His hand would brush against yours, and when you’d look up to him, he would be looking somewhere else. His arm always managing to rest behind you whenever you two would be sitting next to each other, slowly moving closer until it was practically wrapped around your shoulder.

Those little changes.

And then there was Kim Taehyung. That kid seemed to go from subtle teasing to downright shameless.

“You two want to bone each other so bad.”

“Kim Taehyung if  you don’t shut your fucking mouth..”

“What? It’s true..”

He just wouldn’t let up. He knew there was something, and it was practically impossible for you to just grow some balls and get it over with, and he was too impatient to wait for that.


“Move your ass out of the way,” he groaned from his spot on the couch, trying to look around you and see the TV, engrossed in the game show he’d just caught on to.

“Where the hell is my beanie, Kim Taehyung? It’s my favorite one and I know it’s your favorite too so where is it?” You snapped, hands on your hips in a pose that made you look somewhat motherly, but goddammit he just brought out that side of you.

Jimin sat next to Taehyung, amusement clear on his face as he enjoyed watching the two of you bicker rather than the TV show.

“I told you __, I don’t know,” he whined out. “I can just buy one on my own, why the hell would I steal yours when I know I’m gonna get shit from you!”

“Oh, bite me. You were the one who wore it last, so just tell me where the hell you put it so that-”

You were cut off with your own squeak when he grabbed your arm and pulled you down. However, it wasn’t towards him. Oh no, it was to his right. Jimin let out an 'oomph’ when you landed on his lap, his hands immediately gripping your hips to steady you. Your hands were on his chest, and you thanked god your knee hadn’t landed in a way to hit a certain sensitive area.

But then you realized how close you two were. His face right in front of yours, stray strands of hair falling forward onto your face because of the sudden force of your fall, some even tickling his face because of your proximity.

To say the least, your breath was quite literally knocked out of you, your lips agape as you stared at him in chock, and he reciprocated the look you held.

You gulped when one of his hands came up and pushed your hair away from your face, and dear god you could’ve fucking melted right there because this just felt too familiar to you.

“Oh my god.”

Taehyung’s groan awakened you both from your trance, and you immediately jumped up, hastily brushing back your hair and fixing your clothes. You cleared your throat and  tried to find the right words to say, not even in the right state of mind to think about choking your poor excuse of a best friend who was smirking at you as if it were his fucking job.

“I should, erm.. Yeah, see you guys later.”

You walked quickly to the front door, bumping into Hoseok along the way, muttering out a quick apology.

“What’s up with her?”

“Oh nothing, she and Jimin just almost kissed-”

“Would you mind your fucking business for once Taehyung?” You heard Jimin groan out before you left the dorms.


“Jimin, just kiss her already. Seeing you guys like this is torture.”

You couldn’t help it. You had to hear where this was going, even if Taehyung was being an annoying prick who couldn’t keep his nose out of other people’s business. You wanted to hear what he had to say.

“Taehyung, for the last time. Get off my back, okay? It’s none of your business.”

“But you two clearly like each other, only one kiss will-”

“We have kissed, you idiot.”

Your eyes widened.

“What?” Taehyung gasped. “You’re telling me this now? When did that happened? Where? I mean - how? Did you two sleep together? Why aren’t-”

“She was drunk, Tae,” Jimin sighed, and you heard shifting before he continued talking. “She was drunk,” he repeated. “I don’t even know if she remembers it. And if she does, she hasn’t said anything about it, which clearly means she regrets it.”

You heart clenched in guilt, he thought you regretted it?

“Have you not seen the way she’s been acting around you?” Taehyung said in an incredulous tone.

“Maybe she just feels awkward around me after that night,” he sighed again, and it took everything in you not to shout 'no’ at the top of your voice, but you had to be patient. This had to be done properly. “Stop forcing her into stuff with me, I don’t like it, Tae. If there’s something, it’ll happen.”

But then, for once, you felt like you needed that push to grow some balls and do something. And you knew you’d regret it later because then Tae would never let you hear the end of it, but you needed his help.


“Hey, __.” He greeted you with a large smile and a tight hug that you savored before letting go and smiling up at him. “Tae just texted me. Is he here already?” He asked as he walked into he living room, confused when he saw no one there.

“Erm,” you walked behind him and scratched the back of your neck nervously. “No, he’s not.”

“That kid, he’s always late-”

“Actually,” you interrupted him and he looked up at you from where he’d taken a seat on the couch. “He’s not coming?”

His eyebrows rose up in surprise, but then a tinkling of a smile showed on his lips. “Did he cancel again? That prick..”

“I asked him to text you to come over because I’m too much of a wimp to do it myself,” you blurted out.

This time, pure surprise was shown over his face, no smile hidden there as he tried to interpret what you had to say carefully. You slowly walked over to him and sat down right next to him, sideways so that your knee was brushing against his thigh.

“You could’ve just texted me, __. You know I’d come if you asked.” His words were simple but they definitely held a deeper meaning to them , and the soft look he held in his eyes gave you that bit of courage that you needed.

“Well, yeah, but..” You leaned forward slowly. “I was kind of nervous because there’s something that I’ve been wanting to do. Ever since that night..”

His eyes flickered down to your lips as you came closer.

“You remember?” He mumbled.

You nodded.

“You don’t regret it?”

You shook your head.

“Does that mean I can kiss you?”

Another nod.

He rested his forehead against yours for a few seconds, before shifting his head just slightly and giving you a gentle kiss. He pulled away after feeling your lips and looked into your eyes, both of your breathing shallow and shaky. But then he couldn’t control himself anymore and grabbed both sides of your head, bringing you into a desperate kiss full of tongue and teeth, laced with desperation and want that had been held back for far too long.

He carefully started pushing you back until your body laid back completely against the couch, and he made his way in top of you. Your hands started roaming, having a mind of their own. Yours traveled across his back and torso, feeling every inch of muscle and inviting soft skin. His hands gripped your thighs and rubbed them up and down every once in a while, enjoying the feel of your bare skin that was exposed because of your shorts.

“Jimin..” Your whisper was meant for his ears only, and he never thought he’d enjoy the sound of hearing his own name before. He peppered kisses down your neck, small kisses turning more passionate and hungry, his tongue sneaking out to have a taste of the skin he’d been dying to get his mouth on for who knows how long.

There was nothing on your mind but Jimin. Only Jimin. With each mind-numbing kiss he gave you, any thought unrelated to him evaporated from your mind. Your body was heating up with each touch he gave you, and with each new patch of skin he discovered.

“We need-” He panted in between pressing kisses and sucking a hicky to a certain spot at the spot where your neck met your shoulder. “We need to go to the bedroom..”

In seconds, you found yourself in your bedroom being thrown on the bed, after Jimin had stumbled through the hall with you in his arms, trying to find his way to the bedroom successively without moving his lips away.

Clothes were thrown everywhere, and then the room was filled with the sound of your pants, and his mouth moving against your heat in the most delicious of ways. The sucking noises his mouth made as he sucked on your clit, or the wet slick noise when his tongue moved faster against you, so lewd and erotic. It had you bucking your hips up to him, moaning his name loudly and grabbing his hair to push him closer.

“Jimin, fuck -"you cried out when you felt him slowly insert one of his fingers into you, pushing it all the way until it was knuckle deep before he started thrusting.

Your panting was even faster now, your chest heaving up and down quickly with each breath you tried to catch. Your eyes were closed and your head was thrown back, but then you suddenly remembered that you wanted to see this, all of this. You needed to see everything.

You looked down, and the sight only had you clenching tightly around his finger. Those plump lips slicked and shiny with your wetness, his tongue slipping out to taste you. His lips would wrap around your clit every few seconds, earning loud desperate cries from you in return. But what had you going the most was the look in his eyes.

His eyes weren’t staring up at you, they were fixed on the sight right in front of him, watching with the look of a starved man who wanted to completely and wholly devour you with everything he had.

"Fuck! Fuck yes.”

The sight was cut off from you when you threw your head back against the mattress, unable to take it when you felt another finger enter you while he simultaneously sucked on your clit. “God this feels so good..” Your words were whimpered out, and you were sure he heard them when you heard and felt his approving hum against you.

He pulled his mouth away from your for a little bit, finally looking up t the sight of you flushed and wrecked from his mouth and fingers only. “Your pussy tastes so good, baby.” His tone was soft in contrast to his words.

“Baby. Jimin, Jimin I’m coming..” Your words were rushed out and frantic, trying to warn him, but he only quickened the pace of his fingers and leaned down once again to get his tongue on you. “Oh fucking - fuck Jimin!”

Your back arched and your thighs tensed up, clenching around his head as he continued to move his fingers and mouth against you to ride out your high, and you would’ve thought you were choking him with your thighs if it weren’t for the pleased groan he let out against you and the soft squeeze he gave to your thighs.

Your back flopped down against the bed as you tried to control your breathing, finally relaxing when you felt him retreat his tongue and fingers. He placed soft kisses to the insides of your thighs, running his hands up and down your skin for a few seconds before he started to make his way up your body.

The look he gave you was lustful yet full of love, probably a deadly combination and a warning that he, for sure, wasn’t anywhere near done with you.



“Fuck!” Your voice was practically a squeal, and you weren’t one to be blamed with the way Jimin was pounding you into the mattress, head resting against the pillows, ass up and his for the taking. “Jimin, please don’t stop.”

“Not planning on it,” he groaned out, and you let out another squeal, this one caused from both surprise and pleasure, when his hand came down harshly against your ass, accompanied with a hard thrust that had you flying forward.

This was the third time you were going at it, and you could already tell it wouldn’t be the last one for the night. It seemed as though your lust for each other was insatiable, and who were you two to keep it that way?

“Uh, fuck,” you didn’t care how whiny your moans sounded at the moment because you were getting fucked good by the man you wanted for a long time, and he was clearly appreciating you being vocals as his thrusts got faster and harsher with each sound you made.

“Your pussy feels so good,” he breathed out. “All mine. Gonna fuck you for hours, baby, till you fucking beg me to stop.”

He leaned his body down so his torso was completely flush against your back, sweaty skin sticking to the other as he sandwiched you between his body and the mattress. His hips stopped moving as one of his elbows rested near your head for leverage, with his other hand grabbed yours tightly and held it against the mattress. He said nothing as he moved some of the hair that was stuck to the back of your neck with his nose before he placed his lips there softly.

Then his hips slowly started back up, the angle hitting you so much deeper, and you couldn’t describe how much the euphoria heightened with the feeling of his every limb stuck and tangled with yours. His legs keeping your legs spread open to his liking, his toes clenching against your own each time he flexed to move his hips. His hips flush against your ass, feeling him move every single muscle against you.

It just felt too much, you felt like you were going to scream. So you dropped your head to the pillow still beneath your head, your mouth biting into the soft material to hold in your desperate cry when he reached a spot so deep in you, it had you seeing stars. He stilled his hips there for a few seconds and you felt like you were going to cry. But Jimin clearly didn’t approve of you trying to tone down your noises, removing his hand from yours to grip the pillow and remove it from your face before throwing it away somewhere.

With your hand now free, you grabbed at the headboard desperately when he started moving his hips again, your eyes fluttering shut and your mouth hanging open. “Jimin. Fuck.. Fuck yes! Faster, faster.”

HIs movements got faster and more erratice with each word you said until he was pounding you again, but fuck this was so much hotter because you could hear every fucking sound he made right against your ear. Those quick, short breaths that shook with his thrusts, the chocked back moans and groans. Your name. Your name leaving his lips was like liquid gold, just entirely too beautiful.

“__,” he groaned. “Come on, baby. You gotta come for me.”

As if to prove his words, his free hand wedged itself between the mattress and your body to make its way to your clit, and he didn’t waste a second to rub quick circles onto it, needing you to come right this second before he fucking exploded.

“Oh god, Jimin. There. Right there! Baby please don’t stop!” Your hand gripped the headboard tighter and he removed his elbow from the mattress to place his hand on top of yours, gripping tightly to gain as much leverage to keep fucking you good.

“I’m coming, yes - fuck yes,” you moaned out. “Jimin.”

You dragged his name out as you felt warmth spread through every single fiber of your body, your eyes closing as you were blinded with ecstasy. You panted and moaned and whimpered, wriggling beneath his body, sensitive to the thrusts he was still delivering to your weak body as he chased his own high.

“Fuck fuck fuck. __,” he groaned out, his hips stilling when he was buried balls deep inside you, and your head dropped against the mattress, eyes rolling back in pleasure when you felt his cock twitch and his warmth filling you only half a second later. His hand tightened around yours, and he removed them from the headboard to place them on the mattress near your heads. His head rested on your shoulder, his warm breaths running across your back in the most soothing way possible.

You two stayed that way for about half a minute before he decided to move and pull out of you. He dropped his body next to yours, both of you still panting and extremely sweaty, but he didn’t care and was quick to wrap you up on his arms and bringing you to rest on his chest.

You were quiet. There was still some talking you two needed to do. But at the moment, you settled for tracing shaped on his bare chest with the tip of your finger, before he slowly brought his hand up to yours, the tip of his finger nudging yours. t was a silent invitation, and you lifted your palm up without hesitation for him to entwine his fingers with yours.

You both squeezed simultaneously and then he brought them up to his lips and pressed a tiny kiss to your hand.

For once, you were actually pretty fucking grateful for Kim Taehyung’s meddling methods.

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A lobby boy is completely invisible, yet always in sight. A lobby boy remembers what people hate. A lobby boy anticipates the client’s needs before the needs are needed. A lobby boy is, above all, discreet to a fault. Our guests know that their deepest secrets, some of which are frankly rather unseemly, will go with us to our graves.
So keep your mouth shut, Zero.

Pennywise to Georgie, promptly after pulling him into the sewers:  And then we’re gonna go on even more adventures after that, Georgie. And you’re gonna keep your mouth shut about ‘em, Georgie. Because the world is full of idiots that don’t understand what’s important. And they’ll tear us apart, Georgie. But if you stick with me, I’m gonna accomplish great things, Georgie. And you’re gonna be a part of 'em. And together we’re gonna run around, Georgie, we’re gonna do all kinds of wonderful things, Georgie. Just you and me, Georgie. The outside world is our enemy, Georgie. We’re the only [belch] friends we’ve got, Georgie. It’s just IT and Georgie. IT and Georgie and their adventures, Georgie. IT and Georgie, forever and forever, a hundred years IT and Georgie, s… things. Me and IT and Georgie runnin’ around and IT and Georgie time. Aaall day long forever. All, a hundred days IT and Georgie forever a hundred times. Over and over IT and Georgie adventures dot com W W W dot IT and Georgie dot com W W W IT and Georgie adventures all hundred years. Every minute IT and Georgie dot com W W W hundred times IT and Georgie dot com.

Vanilla (M) || Dom!Jimin Smut

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Genre: SmUuUuuT || Fluff (?) at the end || Dominant!Jimin
Word Count: 5.6k of pure fiLTH
Warnings: Hair pulling, light spanking, light choking, overstimulation, fingering, a lot of dirty shit okok prepare yo self

Description: Jimin is a busy guy. The idol life is not an easy one.
With you missing him for three months due to his schedule, all you wanted was to spend his first night back with him. When that doesn’t go to plan, you end up spewing shit about your sex life with Jimin – or better yet, your lack of one.

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Are You A Koreaboo?

I have a lot of thoughts on this subject.

So, yes- Koreaboos are a thing. They exist, and they can be annoying, but whatever. Do your thing. Hopefully they grow out of it though. This post will not be about all of the annoying things that Koreaboos tend to do. Instead, this post will be about how to differentiate between someone who is a Koreaboo, and someone who is not. Because apparently, there is a lot of confusion surrounding this topic. 

Some things commonly used to identify Koreaboos are-

  1. They listen to K-Pop
  2. They watch K-Dramas
  3. They write fanfiction (about people associated with the previous two)
  4. Learning Korean

None of those things indicate a Koreaboo. Someone liking K-Pop just means they like music, regardless of the language. Someone liking K-Dramas just means they like a TV show that they need subtitles for. Writing fanfiction is something a lot of people do if they like a certain celebrity, and why would that change just because the person is of a different race? Also, it’s a good way to improve a person’s writing skills in a way they can enjoy. Learning Korean is probably the worst reason to label someone as a Koreaboo, because it’s a language. People are typically required to learn a foreign language in high school, and for a lot of schools, the options are limited to Spanish or French. So, it’s totally understandable as to why you might want to learn something other than those two. Besides, there’s nothing wrong with challenging yourself to learn a new language, and it looks good on applications, especially since it’s less common for people to know Korean as a second, (third, fourth, etc), language than it would be for Spanish or French. In short, having an interest in something that happens to be Korean does not make you a Koreaboo.

So what does make someone a Koreaboo?

The short and general answer would be OBESSION. However, fangirling does not qualify, because it’s likely that someone would fangirl over any celebrity they like, not just Korean ones. Let’s just jump right into this and list a few things that make a person a Koreaboo-

  • They act like they know everything about Korea
  • They try to look Korean
  • They try to ‘act’ Korean
  • They get overly excited about everything remotely related to Korea 
  • Only listen to Korean music (+ brag about it)
  • Are only attracted to Asians
  • If they find someone attractive only because they are Asian (not even necessarily Korean, because they don’t care about the difference)
  • Only eat Korean foods and get upset if they can’t
  • If they lie and say they are Korean or that they lived in Korea
  • Only use common Korean phrases, and use them often (ex. 안녕하세요, 진짜, 누나, 오빠, 언니, etc), usually with horrible pronunciation, and use romanization when writing/typing them (this one is more of just an annoying habit people may have, because no one has a problem with the random use of Spanish words like hola or adios)

There are plenty of other things a lot of Koreaboos do, and not all of them do ALL of these things. I’ve just listed some common indicators. Now, this post is already rather lengthy, (I could go on and on), so I’ll state the main difference in bold text.

The difference between someone who is a Koreaboo and someone who isn’t is:

Having an interest in something that happens to be Korean vs. Having an interest in something because it is Korean.

This post is not meant to shame anyone, and PLEASE feel free to explore your interests without fear of judgement, because you have that right. And if something makes you happy, just tell that annoying ranting girl on Tumblr to fuck off, and go be yourself. Just maybe take it down a few notches, because you low key seem a little crazy sometimes. Also, if you are interested in something that happens to be Korean and you want to try something else from there (like kimchi or  비빔밥) GO AHEAD. I only made this post, because so many people accuse others of being Koreaboos with literally zero backup for their claim. So, think before you label, or just keep your judgey mouth shut, thanks. 

Oh Sehun//For Her

Summary: The first words you’ll hear your soulmate say are tattooed onto your skin from birth. You hear the words, but in the worst possible situation - he’s in love with your close friend. 
Scenario: Soulmate AU, angst, fluff
Word Count: 5,746

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Some kind of AU where Dominator is inspired by Big Brother from 1984 by G.O
Dayum I love this book <3 And I just wanted to try to some fake propaganda poster to try new things and because I need more sci-fi/distopia universes in my life.
I’m not that much active in WoY Fandom but I needed to show this idea anyway wouhou!

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grey’s anatomy meme ≡ 5/10 attendings → addison montgomery
“I may be a board certified OB/GYN, but I also have fellowships in Maternal-Fetal medicine and Medical Genetics, and am one of the foremost neonatal surgeons in this country. When you can top that, you can mouth off. Until then, you will do your job and you will do it right. Which at this point in time means you keep your mouth shut unless I give you permission to open it. Understood?”