Summary: after finishing university, you want to move out of your country, searching and searching for a country, you meet Korea, and maybe even meet the sweetheart of Korea too.
Genre: Fluff, crack, he falls first and harder. Argentine humor, a LOT. Argentine!Reader x Idol!Seokjin. Set pre 2020 but for my life I can't differentiate young Jin 😭😭
Warnings: racism and xenophobia, reader is brown, a lot of swearing.. I'll add TW in the chapter if necessary.
Summary: after finishing university, you want to move out of your country, searching and searching for a country, you meet Korea, and maybe even meet the sweetheart of Korea too.
Genre: Fluff, crack, he falls first and hardest. Argentine humor, a LOT. Argentine!Reader x Idol!Seokjin. Set pre 2020 but for my life I can't differentiate young Jin 😭😭
Warnings: racism and xenophobia, reader is brown, a lot of swearing.. I'll add TW in the chapter if necessary.
N/A: This is my first fic in years, but I couldn't stop thinking about it... Please comment what you think and if I should do a tag list or not, let me know:33
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You had been working now a year at a bookstore. It was the best job you could've landed. You didn't even remember the name properly, because for you it was mini splendid. An old 50's theatre, closed at the 00's and re-opened just nine years ago. It was just like the mini (and less fancy) version of the real Ateneo Grand splendid, the one you dreamed to work on when you visited CABA at vacations with your family. When you had just landed, after checking into the hotel, you wandered with your résumé and Google maps open.
As if for fate, you read the sign for searching employees, it was an old place, very lonely, but you entered with a smile and charmed the owner, a man as lonely and old as the bookstore.
He also offered the apartment that he had upstairs, empty. Very cheap, because it wasn't the best in the city and almost too little. But without any thought, of course you accepted, it was cheap, it was a minute from your work and after a short tour, it was enchanting. With a terrace that was a dream and a reading nook that looked like it was from a movie.
With a little help, you already were almost perfect with your pronunciation of Korean, almost mastering it completely, even if you got sweet looks for your efforts by the ajummas that came almost weekly, you needed to sound native, but your accent and almost singing tone of your voice was hard to dissipate.
The day was starting, and as you went down the stairs of your apartment into the bookstore, the little bell on the door rang, letting you know that a costumer was entering.
One you did know, very well.
Your first and best friend here. Min-seo, Minnie for you.
— Good morning!
You saluted, putting your hair up in a ponytail and finishing to put on your heels, some stupid mandatory shoes.
— Hello, Y/nie! How are you?
She came closer, with three books and a suspicious smirk.
— Absolutely perfect, today has to come in the mail my precious food from home. — you gave her a kiss on the cheek, making her blush a little, and taking the books from her hands. — Already finished? You just took them two weeks ago... Your client surely does read a lot, more than me even.
You laughed, going behind the counter to start the computer and all the process for the book loan. She has been coming almost every week since you started, her and the owner had this compromise where she paid half price for every book if she returned it without damage, she worked for some famous people that couldn't collect much books but loved to read, and she was the only one that loaned books from here, otherwise that cranky man would almost laugh at every client that wanted to do that. It was like that before you came, so, you didn't mind. Perks of the job, you supposed.
— What did you buy this time?
She took out her notebook and started searching for the books she was going to get today.
— My beautiful, beautiful, Don Satur, some alfajores, yerba mate... I was thinking of dulce de leche but I can do that at home so I restricted it, and my mom added things without telling me what, half misery box I guess.
When you finished the spreadsheet, you went to restore the books into their shelfs. She was weird, her vibe was off, you almost wanted to light an incense and pass it over her.
— That's cute, I should call my mom... — she laughed a little bit, lost into the shelves at the back, you followed the sound of her voice. — hey! I just remembered this, but you are a translator, right? How many languages do you know?
— Oh! Yeah, I am, I kinda forgot about that... Ehm, of course Spanish, Korean, English and others but I almost don't use them, I don't think I would ever do actually.
As if in a movie, when she picked a book from a shelf, your face appeared at the other side.
— that's actually enough for me.
she shrugged and rounded the corner, with another pile of books in hand. You wondered how someone could read that much and comprehend it, in just a couple of weeks.
— Let me ring those up for you while you tell me why you ask.
Both of you went to the front again, you murmured how much you hated heels at nine am, more when it was such a beautiful morning, cloudy and fresh but not freezing, people passed in the streets and some looked in from the windows. You saluted some old women that passed. The thing you loved the most about working alone was that you controlled the speakers, right now sounding "balada para dos" , by Sandro. A classic, your aunt's favourite.
— Well, the company I work at just fired one of our translators, and needs one right now, would you be interested in the job? —She leaned into the counter, looking at you with puppy eyes— It's for my client, the one that asks for all these books. He's the leader of an idol's group and he's sick of bad translators or having to translate himself into English, so...
— you're telling me I could meet this reading freak? —you shook the book you were ringing besides your face.— Mhm, I could be interested, let me search for my latest resume.
Taking a moment to search for the archive, you murmured the chorus of the song, sighing with his image imprinted in your memory. You printed the document quickly, grabbing a folio to give it to her. Then you gave her the books and she went into her marry way.
You were left alone again after that.
Some clients came and some just looked around, even one couple searching for privacy came to the forgotten café at the back, where you had to serve as a waiter and barista at the same time. It was a shame for you that it didn't offer delicacies, but nobody came regularly anyways and they would go to waste, shame.
When you were alone, you played your favourite tracks, today it was a señora's day, so you went on and started playing everything since "Culpable o no" by Luis Miguel, and going all the way to "La gata bajo la lluvia" by Rocio Dúrcal and ending at some point hours later dancing and singing to Ha-Ash and Miranda!, giggling to yourself while you did your duties.
Your day was perfect when at noon your package came, and you could see your egresada's hoodie right there, wow, it was so long ago it almost made you feel ancient.
You slept in it that night.
Just a week went by, and you already had forgotten that you gave your resume, so clearly it took you by surprise when you were doing grocery shopping that a private number were calling you.
But you picked up anyways, as if you didn't enjoy talking anyways.
But it was someone from HR, who wanted to arrange a date for an interview. Now you had to wake up at dawn tomorrow.
And that you did, at five you were up and at six you were in a taxi with your coffee prepared. Almost shaking for the excitement.
It was nerve-wracking, but you entered saluting everyone as if you knew them decades ago, you went where the girl at the front desk told you with the most confidence your country taught you. It didn't stick in your mind the way she looked at you, you knew it was weird to see a skin brown like yours here, even if at home you were almost called pale. Or maybe it was because you liked a body cream that had glitter on it and she would like to use it too. It didn't matter to you enough to find out.
Anyways. You stayed smiling, excited as a kid on their first day of school. This was such a good opportunity for your career, you wanted nothing more in this world than to be able to use your titles for something more than pride over them.
At 7:45, precisely the hour they requested you to be there, they called for you.
You came prepared, with a binder with all of the documents you could need, your titles from Highschool to your masters degree, and of course, all the certificates from your languages. Your resume had a version in Korean, English and Spanish, just in case.
— It's nice meeting you, miss L/N. Min-seo put a good word for you. — the man was serious, even his tie was pristine, it would be intimidating if you weren't you. — I can assume you haven't done work like ours, since you... Aren't from here.
— Hmhm! I have worked as a translator before, very little, but completely different, I was a translator for a firm of lawyers, and I primarily didn't translate into English, we worked more with native language in my country, like Quechua or Guarani, but at short staffed i had to help when meeting foreign clients.
He hummed, writing on a notebook something. You felt like you were in a therapy session.
— So I can assume you have experience with translating live. What's your native?
— Yes, I have done live translations, in conferences and conversations. I'm a native Spanish speaker and also studied it in university.
Like that time flew for you, talking and joking but keeping yourself in your most professional side. At the end it even could've seen a smirk on the man, you probably nailed it. Or catastrophically failed it.
— Could you do tomorrow same time? We'll call you if something changes.
— Of course, a pleasure to meet you, have a nice day!
You shook hands, his grip wasn't as strong as yours but that was probably a good sign, you hoped.
You went your merry way, or tried, when you ended up in a hall with the elevator blocked by a bunch of guys, young, tall and very obnoxiously not seeing you there.
— Ehm, pipiii.. permiso.. — she waited for them to move, but all they did was look at you weirded out. It took you a minute to track back what you said and where you were.— Sorry! I mean, could you please move out of the way? I need to pass.
— Yea okay..
One of them said, the tallest, and as if you were Moises, they separated into two groups on both sides of the hall. That made you giggle actually.
You just murmured thank you and walked quickly, calling the elevator and taking your cabled earphones out, starting your playlist of the day and missing the way they felt silent looking indiscreetly at you.
Like that passed a minute, and when you entered and noticed that their eyes were still on you, you just saluted them with your hand and gave them a wink while the doors closed.
You left such an impression they were making all day conspiracies of who the hell you were.
Esto es interesante de ver porque literalmente es el muerto se rie del degollado pero peor, la cosa aca es que ningún derecho esta garantizado o es inalterable la realidad mundial nos a demostrado esto solo hay que ver a las mujeres afganas y como en el propio estragos hundidos tenes mujeres dispuestas a renunciar al derecho al voto (esto esta llegando aca ojo). En la Argentina tenemos aborto legal, seguro y gratuito, matrimonio igualitario, divorcio tanto unilateral y de mutuo acuerdo, ley de identidad de genero entre otras de manera legislada es decir que no dependen de la buena voluntad de un juez que te quiera dar o no un derecho porque depender de la jurisprudencia vuelve un derecho vulnerable y cambiante al humor social. Mayor ejemplo yanki de esto es Roe vs Wade, el cambio jurisprudencial ocasionado por una Corte conformada por el mismo que ahora es presidente tiempo antes de dejar el poder no elimino el aborto en si pero quito el derecho y lo sujeto a lo que cada Estado quiere hacer al punto que el derecho se cerceno casi al completo y lo peor matrimonio igualitario y otras conquistas dependen de este fallo, asi que cad vez que un yanki te quiera correr por tus derechos recordale que los suyos estan a un voto en contra de desaparecer.
you know what? dynamite was a smart choice for BTS' halftime show. everyone knows the song, it fits the occasion, matches shakira/the main world cup song, the energy is high, the outfits were perfect, every member gets their line and the dancers against that backdrop were super cool. the throwback was so nice i feel like it vindicated the song. dynamite is such a huge part of bts' identity now and they have grown as performers that it felt good to see their big hit in a context they're usually never in and they did well! so proud
Hola si en realidad a mí me importa tres pingos el fútbol y quién gana el mundial, a mí me parece una falta de respeto a la bandera, la soberanía argentina, san Martín y el himno que cualquier argentino pierda contra España por nuestra historia con, en cualquier deporte, arte, cocina, etc.
Y con los pocos huevos que le pusieron me hacen querer pegarles un tiro en el pie pero BUENO.
Tampoco odio a los españoles en si yo sé que no tienen ninguna culpa de lo que sus antepasados hicieron, pero si estás en representación de tu país un toque representas todo eso y me vas a dar bronca hasta que vuelvas a tu estado de civil
the recent trend to hate on argentina and to characterize doing so as woke has allowed many first worlders to show their true colors. as soon as you all seem to get the 'green light' that hating on a third world country is acceptable you stop hiding your disdain and xenophobia. this and the "calling ice" jokes show you don't actually give two shits about racism or cheating or whatever, you just want a socially acceptable way to hate on latin americans
Without risking having to hand over my woke card, I think the Argentine right's obsession with the Falklands and the banner incident at the end of the match are pathetic displays of fascism and the symptom of capitalism failing in Argentina. This does not mean we should wish ill on them. This does not mean we should bring out the old banners from 1982. "Hurhur we ought to let them have another crack at the islands, see if we can't beat them again! Send us another Belgrano!" Fuck off. Another Falklands war would be bad for The UK, Argentina and the Falklands. Everybody loses.
first off who the fuck asked this post never mentions the Malvinas. this post is about first worlders feeling comfortable talking like this about third world countries cause a twitter thread told them it was okay
the Malvinas aren't an "argentina's right's obsession", over 300 young men and dare I say kids died on that war fuck you
"the banner incident" why is a fuck you to british imperialism (which, no, wasn't against the rules because the match had already ended) treated like a display of fascism??? do you know what words mean???
hand over your woke card if this is how you treat a latin american country standing up against imperialism
actually fucking crazy how many usamericans and europeans ive been seeing hating on latam since this world cup started. i have literally cut ties with people i previously considered friends because of this racist bullshit.
say it with me folks: its! still! racist! to! send! threats! to! argentina! even! if! its! trendy! now!
if youre saying shit like youre glad that theres children starving, youre actually just a cunt. im legitimately embarrassed to be english because this racism is blatant and disgusting. im actually tired of being quiet on this now. yall are hurting some of the people i consider my dearest friends for the crime of existing and its bullshit. im gonna speak up every fucking time and if you feel the need to say shit about argentinians, or any latam countries for that matter, your ass is getting blocked and reported
