This was an interesting chapter. It didn’t seemingly seem
like there were a lot of things going on, but there was a lot to talk about
First off… this face is one of the scariest things in this
We get a little more background on Sangwoo which is
interesting. Especially the apple thing. Sangwoo bites into one and asks Bum to
eat one too. He asks if it’s good.
And Bum agrees that it is.
Which is weird because later when Sangwoo offers the couple
They have this reaction. So the
apples are red but definitely not delicious. Which makes me wonder why Bum
thought they were. Either Bum’s so
hungry that he’d eat anything, or he’s being as delusional as ever and is just going
along with whatever Sangwoo says, or (the most likely) Bum’s lying about the apple being good (I
can’t quite read his expression), because who knows how Sangwoo will react if he
disagrees, or (the least likely) Sangwoo and Bum had good apples and the couple
had bad ones.
Also interesting is Sangwoo’s
little story about his mother and him getting these apples before.
His mother thought they were
delicious and Sangwoo goes on to say…
And that’s it before Sangwoo
starts bleeding. What was he was going to say? Possibly “No sane person would’ve…thought
these apples are delicious”? Which is
funny because Bum possibly thought they were delicious just moments before, and
that’s saying something.
Or was he going to say “No sane
person would’ve have ever been going on about how delicious some apples were
given the situation”? It’s really questionable what the camping trip with Sangwoo,
his mother, and his father was about. Given the abusive nature of Sangwoo’s
family, it’s kind of hard to believe they were going on some fun family hiking
trip. I’ve seen people saying that Sangwoo’s father was dead during the time of
the “family trip” which I think is definitely possible. Maybe mom or Sangwoo
killed Sangwoo’s dad and went on this trip to dump the body, just like Bum and
Sangwoo are clearly doing with Jieun’s?
It’s also been pointed out that
Bum’s more than likely wearing Sangwoo’s mom’s jacket (which I completely
missed). It’s only further proof of Sangwoo’s weird obsession with connecting Bum
to his mother.
When they hit the deer, Sangwoo
shows a few cracks in his façade when he thinks it’s a person he hit instead of
So who is the man? Sangwoo’s dad?
Bum is the cutest.
Until Sangwoo kicks up a fuss
about Bum disturbing his father’s possible burial site/crime scene?
Sangwoo possibly carried his dad’s
body up into the mountains and buried him there?
But when did that happen since
earlier on, the police said that Sangwoo’s parents were murdered when a breaking and
entering happened (though I’m sure none of us actually believe that). So
something’s not adding up. What really happened? Is the person he’s carrying
not his dad? Did this happen while Sangwoo was with his mom? Could this be his mom (though the body looks kind
of big for that)? Is it someone else entirely? Could be. The person’s face is covered so we’re not
supposed to know who it is just yet.
Then Sangwoo makes a little
It’s almost kind of sweet in a
twisted kind of way that Sangwoo marked the spot and then laid down some mementos.
The items themselves are interesting because they appear to be a shovel a tarp
and some rope. Very odd items to lie down on a memorial. They could be items he
used when he possibly killed his father and buried him I guess, but then the
apple he leaves behind is more interesting because Sangwoo said his father didn’t
eat any. Is he leaving it behind as an offering for him now? Or could it be his
mother is the one he buried here and he’s leaving it behind because she loved
them so much? I could see Sangwoo making a memorial for his mom but not
necessarily his father. But even so, it’s more likely that it is his father,
since at this point, I don’t see a reason for Sangwoo to lie to Bum about it.
Edit: I’ve read some other thoughts on this and I think they’re more in line with what’s actually going on here. First off, it’s been pointed out that the shovel and things probably were for burying Jieun’s body later. I did think it was awfully weird for him to leave those as memorial items. I got confused since they were right next to the apple (which I still think is important). Sangwoo and Bum will probably bury Jieun in this area later, and Sangwoo just didn’t want to pack the tools up along with the body cause that would be a hassle. So more than likely, this isn’t a memorial at all. The police tape around the tree is probably more of a marker in lieu of a tombstone than anything else.
On to the apple…I was close in thinking that the apple was an offering to Sangwoo’s father. More specifically, it could be an offering of an apology. In korean apple and apology are represented by the same word (sagwa), so it’s possible that in leaving the apple at his father’s grave, Sangwoo’s offering his father an apology. The only question is why would he apologize to his father? Even if he did kill him, is that something Sangwoo would feel remorseful about? Especially with how abusive his father seemed? Is this some sort of filial piety thing or is Sangwoo actually remorseful about killing his father? Did he actually love him on some level despite the abuse? It’s entirely possible. I’m sure Sangwoo loved his father at some point and love isn’t an emotion that’s just going to go away because someone did something horrible to you. I mean look at Bum…
I can’t even really begin to
fathom exactly what went down between Sangwoo and his parents, but hopefully
the reveal will be interesting.
I’m looking forward to the next
We might get to find out what
sangwoo does with the bodies!
Could you write a bughead fanfic on what would happen if Alice didn't barge through the door when Betty and jughead were kissing
I was waiting for this request to make its way into my ask, it was inevitable!
Warning: just a big old pile of self-indulgent steamy Bughead ahead.
Jughead tentatively stretched his fingers out, brushing lazily against Betty’s denim-clad knee, loving that he could do that now. He could run a reassuring hand down her arm, twirl the ends of her permanent ponytail between his fingers, rest his palm delicately against the small of her back, and she would just tilt her face towards him and smile warmly in response to his caresses. He felt slightly guilty because he knew, deep down, that despite his every touch coming from a place of unadulterated love and affection it was also purely self indulgent on his part. A thrill, never lessening in its intensity, coursed through him at every opportunity for contact. He was a man forever thirsty and she was a never ending fountain of cool, fresh water, quenching his every desire.
“…what did I do wrong?” she asked him, eyes round with innocent sadness. His hand pressed more firmly on her knee, her cool fingers wrapping around his wrist in response, locking the touch in place.
“Nothing. We’ll figure it out,” he reassured, hoping to instil in her every confidence he felt about their ability to overcome each hurdle life threw at them. Together, they would get through it. Her eyes softened, hope radiating through as she clung to his promises in desperation. His eyes shifted to her lips. She looked angelic in the soft morning glow that shone through her window, combing its way through the few flyaway hairs that had managed to escape her tight up-do. Highlighting this slight disarray that slipped through her little facade made him smile; she looked more carefree, more her age, without the pressing weight of all the responsibilities she shouldn’t have on her shoulders. He couldn’t help himself. “Come here.”
Her expression shifted as he leaned forward, tilting his chin up with a cheeky smirk as he waited for her lips to meet his own. Her eyes glistened with mischief and he basked in his ability to make her forget, even for a moment, about her troubles, helping her get lost in the sanctity that was this new thing evolving between them. He slid his hand up her thigh, nerve ends tingling with the action. It was something entirely new for Jughead but he had definitely taken a liking to it. Her hands lifted to cup his slightly rosy cheeks beneath soft fingertips, an action that accompanied most of their kisses. He hadn’t realised how safe it made him feel, that in amongst the fluttering in the pit of his stomach and the tingle in his lips, that one simple action of hands caressing his face felt so comforting. It was warm summer evenings in front of a campfire, snowy days with blankets and hot chocolate, lazy mornings with muted rays filtering across fluttering eyelids. It was home.
The first touch of his lips on hers was enough to make his head spin. Sure, it was mere hours since he’d kissed her last but it was too long, always too long. Lips danced against one another, flicking between teasing pecks and deeper pulls, building up an unreplicable rhythm, releasing each time with a suctioning pop as reluctant air flooded between them. She tasted sweeter than any food he’d ever eaten, sun-ripe strawberries and pop rocks bursting on his tastebuds as he licked a stripe along the seam of her lips, begging them to open and let him savour every last drop of flavour he could find. She was intoxicating, his choice of drug, and the high she could insight was of the most addictive kind.
Tentatively he grazed his teeth against her lip, blood buzzing at the sweet, shaky mewl that slipped out against his mouth. Her needy response caused a bud of newfound confidence to blossom in his chest, hand sliding higher until he was cupping her perfectly round behind, fingers dipping into her back pocket to squeeze the pert flesh hidden by the too-thick fabric of her jeans. She rose onto her knees, arching into his touch as she gasped against his lips, eyes cracking open to sneak a glance at his face under her fingers. His pupils blown with lust, lips swollen a deliciously enticing red, plump and inviting. The curl hanging teasingly from beneath his beanie tickled her forehead and she had to do it, pulling the offending item off his head, releasing the ebony waves it hid too often beneath. She carded her fingers through it desperately, nails scratching slightly against his scalp, Jughead shivering under her touch, a rough groan rising from his throat.
He thought his heart would give out as she shimmied forward, gracefully planting herself directly in his lap, one leg on either side of both of his. The new warm weight, pushing pressure against his groin, was all consuming. His hands trembled as they slipped under her soft cotton shirt, trailing up the smooth skin of her back, feeling the muscles twitch beneath the motion. Her back bowed as they broke apart, breathless, chests heaving. The action had her pert breasts rising and falling tantalisingly close to his face, fingers clutching desperately at her skin in an attempt to restrain himself. She looked so wonderfully dishevelled that he couldn’t help but move his lips back to her, trailing wet, sloppy kisses down her neck, rewarded by Betty throwing her head back, granting him easier access to the soft slope. He could feel her pulse, fluttering in frenzy like a hummingbird beneath the blazing trail he left in his wake. Jughead, in a moment of braveness, drunk on a cocktail of Betty’s high pitched whimpers, closed his mouth around her pulse point and sucked.
Any attempt to keep the twitch in his pants from developing into something further were shot to hell at the noise that echoed across Betty’s sun sleepy room. The moan was sin itself, sending shockwaves through his body, all blood rushing south as her hips circled against his own almost involuntarily.
“Jug…” she whispered against his temple, dropping a messy kiss there, wiping away a bead of sweat with her lips. Her hips continued their torturous game, his breath stuttering as he tried to hold it together. His hand slid up her side to cup her breast, squeezing roughly as she captured his lips with hers once more, lost in the sensation of Jughead touching her most intimate areas, seemingly surrounding her entirely. She was drowning herself in him and she’d never wanted anything more. He felt himself reaching a peak.
“We… we have… to go,” he got out between kisses, contradicting himself by pulling her closer.
“Yeah, we do,” she breathed, making no move to stop.
“Elizabeth you’re going to be late!” Alice yelled from the bottom of the stairs, voice cutting through the thick sexual fog that had completely shrouded them.
Jughead was almost grateful when Betty slumped against him, forehead touching his as they both tried to come back to reality. Only once they stopped did he realise how close they’d come to stepping over the next threshold into something completely new for them. He wanted it, oh how badly he wanted it, but not now, not in the fleeting minutes before they joined her mother for breakfast, before they met their friends at school.
“To be continued?” she murmured, green eyes gleaming as she stroked her thumb over his flushed cheek. He smirked, brushing the tip of his nose sweetly against hers.
“Yes please,” he whispered, raising his eyebrows. She giggled prettily, taking one last deep breath before climbing off his lap. Her hand had closed over the door handle before she realised he wasn’t following her.
“Juggie?” she asked, glancing over her shoulder in concern. He was perched on the edge of her mattress, hands braced on either side of him, head down as he took a deep breath in.
“I just… need a minute,” he mumbled, tips of his ears turning pink. A laugh burst from Betty’s lips as she failed to bite it back. The glare he shot her way quickly melted into a laugh, joining her in her delighted giggles, unable to be mad at her teasing at all.
It’s Copa Del Rey time! As a Barça fan, I’ve gotta knock back some Cava in honor! Raspberries and wet stone on the nose. Raspberries, red delicious apples, and not much else on the palate with some tart, but somewhat lingering acidity. Like other Barça seasons, nothing really wrong with this, but we’ve had a LOT better.
A/N:“One of us thinks this is a date but the other thinks it’s an informal job interview” with Kirk requested by anon for my 300 Follower AU Celebration! I had fun with this one, so hopefully you guys do too! :D Also there’s pics at the end of the dress and suit style I had in mind if anyone’s curious.
“I don’t know if I can do this,” you said as your roommate zipped up the back of your floor length dress.
“You look beautiful, Y/N. if he doesn’t give you the job, I guarantee he’ll give you his number.”
“I don’t want his number. I want the job.”
“Oh please, like you’d really say no to sleeping with the infamous Jim Kirk.” You glared at your roommate in the mirror before sighing, defeated.