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-
They listen to K-Pop
They watch K-Dramas
They write fanfiction (about people associated with the previous two)
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.
An fluffy, slight angst x reader scenario with Mark of Nct meeting a shy black girl but the reader is too shy and scared to confess because she thinks he will never date a black girl.
fandom: NCT127/U/Dream
member/reader: Mark, female
genre: fluff, slight angst
length: 1000+
Request: (koolkidice) “An fluffy, slight angst x reader scenario with Mark of NCT meeting a shy black girl but the reader is too shy and scared to confess because she thinks he will never date a black girl”
“Don’t forget our midterm will be on Monday, first thing...So, study up. I don’t want to hand back any tests with a grade lower than a C...Mr. Lee, did you hear that?” your Calculus teacher shot at Mark, who was talking with a group of his friends in the back.
“Roger that sir, I will aim for a C. Actually, you know what? Scratch that, a C+ just for you,” Mark fired back, adding a wink. Soft chuckles flooded the classroom, your lips forming into a smirk.
Your teacher took a deep breath, saying through his teeth, “That will be all class, see you on Monday.”
The class began filing out, you stayed at your desk gathering your things, when you heard, “I’ll catch up with you guys in a bit.” Mark made his way over to your desk.
“Hey Y/N.”
“Hey Mark...”, you said looking up meeting Mark’s eyes.
“So any interesting plans this weekend?” Mark asked.
“Um...no...not really....you?” you asked slowly.
“Nope...we should get together and study. You just really helped me out last time, so I thought you could work your magic again?”
You tried to hide your face “I wouldn’t call it magic--,” you began.
“--trust me. You have the magic touch. So what do you say? Tomorrow? My house?” Mark pleaded.
“Sure...I’ll be there at 1.”
“Awesome! It’s a date!” Mark said as he exited the classroom, leaving you alone.
“It’s a date,” you whispered when Mark was out of earshot.
You made your way over to your locker where your best friend was waiting for you.
“Were you and Mark just talking?? ALONT?!?!?!” your friend said.
“It’s not even like that. He was just asking if I wanted to study on Saturday,” you said, shutting her down.
“Girl, stop playing, you know you like him. You should go after that!”
“I don’t even think he likes black girls like that...”, you said quietly.
“Whatchu mean? What is there NOT to like when it comes to black girls? We are all that and a then some. And Mark would be crazy to turn you down. You are amazing!” your friend said, giving you a shove, knocking some sense into you.
“You know I’m shy! I could never” you said.
“Listen to me sis, what do you have to lose?”
“My dignity--”
“Absolutely nothing! So get over yourself and on Saturday just drop some little hints. Flirt your way into that boy’s heart. We’ll practice. You’re still coming over my house tonight, right?”
“Yes, but we have to stop by my house so I can get some clothes?” you asked.
“Sure...or you could borrow something of mine’s...you know I got that new FashionNova,” she said chuckling, as the two of you made your way to the school parking lot.
The next day, you arrived at Mark’s house, nervous. You tugged at the hem of your top as you rang the door bell. You heard a “Who is it?” coming from the inside.
“It’s Y/N,” you replied.
“Y/N!” Mark said as he swung the door open, “Come in! Welcome to mi casa!”
You followed behind Mark slowly, as he led you to the living room.
“I thought we could study in here. It’s the most spacious. I would’ve said my room, but uh it’s pretty messy right now, so I hope this is okay?” he said.
“This is perfect,” you said, clearing your throat, “Do you have any water?”
“Yeah! Let me go get it! Make yourself comfortable,” Mark shot over he’s shoulder as he made his way into the kitchen.
You sat on the floor, arranging your notes and textbook on the coffee table, as Mark entered with two glasses of water.
“So I thought we could start with Chapter 10, because I have a feeling that’s what Mr. Park is going to test us on the most,” you suggested.
“Sounds good to me, you’re the boss,” he said, throwing you a smile, locking eyes with yours. Neither one of you wanting to look away, so you both lingered there, when you felt Mark lean in closer.
“We should really get started,” you said, not looking away.
“We really should,” Mark said, holding your gaze.
Mark moved in even closer, his lips grazing over yours.
“I’m sorry,” you said, turning to your notes.
Mark let out a sigh, “You’re right, I did promise Mr. Park a C+. Would hate to disappoint him,” he said.
“So Chapter 10--”, you began.
When Monday morning rolled around and it was time for your Calculus class. You could sense the tension between you and Mark. Neither one of you spoke about the almost kiss and when you saw him in the hall earlier, you tried to avoid him. But it was final period and there was no way you could avoid him now.
You could sense Mark’s eyes on you, but you fought to turn around and meet his gaze.
After class you turned in your test and rushed out of class. Just as you were approaching your locker you felt someone grab your hand. You turned to find Mark standing there.
“I feel like you’re avoiding me,” he started, “I’m sorry if I made Saturday awkward. I didn’t mean too and I--”
“I’m sorry too,” you interjected.
“Sorry?”
“I’m sorry that I pulled away,” you said.
“You are?” he asked.
“I am.”
“I thought you pulled away, because you didn’t like me,” he said slowly.
“I thought you didn’t like me, either,” you confessed.
“What’s not to like? You’re beautiful and smart and I don’t know...I just like you.”
“I like you too,” you said.
Mark stepped closer to you, placing his hand on the small of you back, pulling you in.
“I’m going to kiss you now, I hope that’s okay?” he asked.
You nodded, allowing him to lean in close. His lips met yours softly with his fingers pressing into your back. Your hands caressed the back of his neck, stroking softly as he pushed you up against the locker.
it breaks my heart when idols apologize for small things like being bloated, not wearing makeup, not having filters on during vlives etc. like boo you’re human most of us could not give two shits how you look as long as you’re healthy and feel good
fandom: OWOL
member/reader: OWOL, female
genre: fluff
length: 500+
summary: could a chance meeting on the subway lead to something more?
A notification popped up on your phone: Subway arriving in 5 mins. You quickly gathered the things from your desk and began running to the station. You heard the ding signaling that the doors were closing as you hit the top of the stairs. You picked up speed, almost taking out an old lady on your way down the stairs. Just as the doors were closing you slipped through, with the doors closing behind you.
There were barely any seats, people on their way home. You grasped on to a pole and braced for take-off, when you heard, “Do you want to sit?” You looked and saw a guy motioning for you to sit as he moved his backpack from the seat next to him.
“고마워요,” you said as you slipped into the seat next to him. He bowed his head in acknowledgement.
Sitting next to him, you couldn’t help but sneak glances out of the side of your eye. On one of your sneaky glances you lingered too long and he turned, meeting your gaze. You shot him a closed lipped smile and quickly turned your head, embarrassment washing over your face.
You sat next to him in silence, when you heard Pretty Ricky’s “On The Hotline,” coming from his earphones.
“Pretty Ricky?” you asked.
He removed one of his earbuds, “Huh?”
“Pretty Ricky? It’s 5 in the morning,” you started to sing.
He chuckled and responded softly, “Yeah.”
“I’m sorry. I just couldn’t help myself.”
“It’s okay, if it’s too loud I can turn it down.”
“Oh no, it’s not loud at all, you have good taste in music,” you said smiling.
"Do you want to listen?” he said, extending one of his earbuds.
“Um sure...”
“If you want, you can pick something else,” he said handing you his phone.
You began scrolling through his music, when you landed on Alicia Keys’ “You Don’t Know My Name.” The two of you just sat there listening in silence, he, occasionally singing along softly. As the song ended, you heard the subway announcement: Now arriving at Exit 6.
“Oh shoot,” you said.
“Is this your stop?” he asked.
“It is...,” you said gathering your things as the doors opened, “thanks for the music.”
“Anytime.”
You heard the subway departing as you headed up the stairs to the exit. You hit the top of the stairs, when you heard someone shout, “I DIDN’T GET YOUR NAME!”
You turned to see the guy standing at the base of the stairs.
You shouted down at him, “I DIDN’T GET YOURS EITHER!”
“OWOL!” he shouted up.
“Y/N!” you shouted down.
He walked up the stairs, meeting you at the top.
“So...y/n?” he began, his lips curling into a smile.
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