Hihiii can I ask when youโre gonna update not what it seems?? No pressure!!
hehe hopefully this week !! good news is that after this chp comes out iโll be posting a lot more frequently since the next three are already done !!! just have to bite the bullet and actually write it ><
๐ฒ๐ณ๐ ๐ณ๐ด๐ฒ_๐ด๐ฏ๐ฃ๐ ๐ณ๐ค
if he ever says the words "miss you baby" again in that specific order the state of new york will be no more.
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beautiful blonde jungwoo only lasting like 72hrs total is my riddler origin story ... next thing u know i'm going to be forcing my city to solve intricate unsolvable puzzles or else the nearest orphanage is going to explode.
(anyway brunette jungwoo time to rock your world)
๐ฒ๐ณ๐ ๐ณ๐ด๐ฒ_๐ด๐ฏ๐ฃ๐ ๐ณ๐ค
liking jungwoo isnโt enough i need to be kissing him and telling him how pretty he is and brushing through his hair and kissing him and holding his face and kissing him oh my kangajiiiii :(((((
not really in the sense that i write fics for the female audience of me, myself and i ฿น๐ฅฆ฿น
but !! i am always willing to try if i ever got a request !! i can't say i'd deliver excellent male perspective work since i feel like even my gn work can sometimes read as feminine leaning (i also think it would read bar for bar like a gn fic with the exception of smut) but i am always super open to trying new things and writing whatever your heart desires เดฆเตเดฆเดฟ(๏ฝกโขฬ ,<)~โฉโงโ
๐ข๐ ๐ณ๐ ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ด๐ฆ๐ค ๐๐๐๐. rocco
1304๐๐ผ (best friend) jaehyun & (gn) reader nothing but fluff some dialogue written in hangul and left untranslated to emphasize the language barrier | jaehyun is described to be taller then yn excessive drinking skinship
THE KOREAN WORD FOR LOVE CAN BE REDUCED INTO TWO COMPLETE CHARACTERS.
์ฌ๋ (sarang) is easily written, easily pronounced and a word you know well when spoken. A word you can pick out now and then whenever Jaehyun is carrying on with his friends. One easily identified by the fluctuation of his voice. The way it comes out in a low, slurred whine whenever heโs drunk and clinging to his closest companion, or the softened, sweet intonation accompanying a phone call to his parents.
Itโs always the same with him. Said slowly and intentionally. ์ฌ slips from his teeth, lower pitched than its following counterpart. ๋ finds itself in a higher register, flicked off the tip of his tongue as it presses against the roof of his mouth. ์ฌ๋ is a familiar, practiced word when verbalized, but not so much when itโs written.
Something that Jaehyun is endlessly grateful for, considering the fact that he finds himself tracing it on your body any time he has the chance.
It never started off intentionally, this pseudo-confession of his. It was an accident, like most bad habits are, after one too many three dollar shots at some shitty hole in the wall Taeyong recommended. You donโt understand Korean. Sure, a few words here and there, but nothing that makes you remotely coherent to anything heโs half-heartedly slurring in your general direction. This in and of itself doesnโt normally pose a problem.
But after his fifth shot? English words seem impossibly out of reach and his vocabulary reverts to what heโs most accustomed to.
โ๋๋ ์ด ๋ ธ๋๋ฅผ ์ฌ๋ํด์,โ
His lips are pressed to the side of your head as he speaks. Voice barely audible over the pulse of the music and the quietness of his tone. Words reserved only for you, as if you had any chance of understanding them in full. The weight of his palm presses into your shoulder, fingers curling around the curve of it and slipping down to your bicep as he stumbles where he stands.
Jaehyun is glued to your side. Pressing every bit of himself against you in both a concentrated effort to keep standing and a selfish desire to be all over you without the consequence of his feelings being all too obvious. โ๋ ๊ทธ๋ฅ ์ทจํ์ ๋ฟ์ด์ผ,โ heโd slur to Taeyong after one too many knowing looks, brushing him off with a roll of his eyes and beginnings of a pout, โ์๋ฌด๊ฒ๋ ์๋์ผ. ๊ทธ๋ฅ ์ ์ ๋๋ฌด ๋ง์ด ๋ง์ จ์ ๋ฟ์ด์ผ.โ
Your incapacitated counterpartโs blonde hair is sticking uncomfortably to the curves of his cheek and the back of his neckโroots grown in and dyed ends frayingโslick with sweat from the simmering heat of the dive. His tank top is in a similar state, now slightly sheer as it clings to his torso, the short-sleeved button up he was wearing as a jacket now long gone. It would be cooler if he werenโt hanging off of you, a point that Taeyong has brought up three times too many, but Jaehyun thinks heโd rather overheat than part from your side for more than half a second.
โYou what?โ
You can only catch the angle of his jaw from your peripheral, unable to move your head with the weight of his own pressing into it. You wish you couldโsee him, that isโso that perhaps you could read his lips. Sounding out the syllables slowly before he corrects you with a huffed out laugh. Youโd probably catch more than one word that way, if you werenโt too distracted by the flush of his cheeks and droop of his eyes.
โ๋๋ ์ด ๋ ธ๋๋ฅผ ์ฌ๋ํด์,โ he repeats, bridge of his nose brushing against the curve of your ear as he angles his head towards his shoulder. Words enunciated slowly, clearly, and a bit louder this time. An unconscious reaction from your inability to understand and one youโd appreciate more if it werenโt partially drowned out by the obnoxiously loud drunken chatter surrounding you.
โWhat about the song?โ
You can hear him exhale, fingers squeezing your bicep in a gentle motion that you know is attributed more to frustration than affection (though perhaps Jaehyun would say itโs a little of both). But itโs not that your confusion over such a simple sentence is completely unfounded. The use of the formal ์ฌ๋ํด์ (saranghaeyo) isnโt necessarily wrong butโฆitโs an unusual word choice. ์ข์ํ๋ค (joh-ahanda), to like, would be more fitting. To like a lot rather than to feel love for.
But Jaehyun has always been a romantic, never using ์ฌ๋ flippantly and attributing it to the things he truly does love rather than simply like. Like this song.
And you.
โ์ฌ๋,โ the hand unoccupied with being wrapped around you is quick to get ahold of your own, โ์ฌ๋ํด์. ๋๋ ์ด ๋ ธ๋๋ฅผ ์ฌ๋ํด์. ์ฌ๋ํด,โ
Jaehyunโs fingers clumsily trace the hangul onto the back of your palm. Over and over again with each repetition. As if you had any sense of what the shaky, uncoordinated strokes of his finger meant. Itโs an earnest effort, one that probably wouldnโt have helped even if you were able to gather what he was spelling out with the way he keeps sloppily combining the characters together.
โLove,โ he slurs, accent unusually heavy in a way that makes the โLโ sound more like an โRโ, โ์ฌ๋ํด,โ
The second time he found himself writing the word, it was more purposeful with little intent of teaching. And the third. The fourth. The tenth. So on and so forth. Itโs hard, honestly, to encapsulate every bit of what he feels for you in either variation of the phrase; I love you.
Three measly words that he wears out in his head, stretching them thin with overuse. He loves everything you do, everything about you. How can that be explained in such a simple phrase? ์์์ ๋๋ฐ์ ์์ด seems more fitting, though even that falls short (and is perhaps more embarrassing to say aloud).
Jaehyun finds himself drawing ์ฌ๋ํด on your arm whenever you sit next to him on the couch. Your back whenever he makes the mistake of sharing your โqueenโ (itโs barely a full) sized bed for a sleepover. On your pulse point at dinner. Your thigh when heโs driving. He murmurs it into every hug, every shove of his shoulder when you canโt help but burst into laughter, every squeeze of your hand, every touch. Itโs second nature. To trace the characters in long, languid strokes of his finger. Effortless and unconscious. Something that now comes to him as naturally as breathing.
์ฌ๋ํด. I love you.
When you do ask, what heโs drawing, he only hums. Red hot embarrassment prickling at his ear lobes, flushing down his neck and resting in his cheeks like he had been caught red handed (which for all intents and purposes he had been). Face a color that could rival a stop sign as he raises the back of his hand in a poor attempt to hide his flustered reaction. Eyes looking everywhere but your own as he clears his throat. โNothing,โ he says with a nervous laugh, โJust drawing.โ
Jaehyunโs always been a terrible liar; his tells are much too obvious for his own good. But you donโt push him for an honest answer. Whatever it really is, it doesnโt bother you. So you drop the subject. Itโs niceโhis hands on you. Even if he does act like heโs never touched another person before in such an affectionate way (he has, but none of those people were you).
It becomes something you expect, something you look for in the pauses of your conversations. Something you find yourself trying to recreateโtracing the same shapes into the palm of your hand, trying to recall the lazy rhythm of Jaehyunโs own fingers. Not knowing what it means, but writing it nonetheless.
์ฌ๋ํด. I love you.
๐ฆ: every time i write for jaehyun i think of the worst aura loss of my entire life where i fumbled him so horrifically during our fancall and i have to shut my laptop and go take a walk
Hiii I scrolled into your Not What it Seems series just now and I had to come give you flowers ๐ funny and good as hell!!! Then I clicked and saw youโre also a Jungwoo loverโ Iโm sat, immediate follow ๐๏ธ๐๐๏ธ Amazing taste, amazing writing, 10s across the board!! Wishing you more life & more Jungwoo XP
omg thank uu so much !! that's so super sweet (หถ > โ < หถ) i'm supa glad ur enjoying it !! jungwoo nation unite !! there needs to be more of us ... seriously. anyway ur too sweet and literally made my night (หถแต แต แตหถ) โน๐น wishing uu the same !!
Please keep making jungwoo stuff๐this is a hard world we dont have enough fics or anything bout jungwoo๐๐
yes !!!! we do not !!! jungwoo warriors rise up !!!! the drought is so severe it makes me ill ... i am truly trying to spread the jungwoo gospel one fic at a time so i'm supa glad uu like them !!! will not be stopping any time soon (โขฬแดโขฬ )ใ
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if jungwoo was the sun then i too would burn off my wings and plunge to my death like icarus just to be that fraction of a centimeter closer to him
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just got home from working a double shift today and opened my phone to this ... my angel on earth god is good never kill yourself i'm staying happy jungwoo (pick me! choose me!)
not my usual type of bambi posting, but i feel like i should say something !! firstly, apologies for the lack of updates on not what it seems !! the third chp is fully written and i've re-written it a million and one times to no avail and no satisfaction ... but i'll hopefully post tmrw or latest mon !!
amongst writer's block keeping me from the series, mark lee is not in my good graces at all right now (ie. McD collab) and thinking about writing him in the fic actually makes my stomach sink to my toes. i'm not really sure what to do about it either so please give me a little bit more time to decide between reassigning his parts of the fic to another member or leaving him in.
furthermore, just so everyone is aware of my personal stance, disappointment doesn't begin to cover how i'm feeling about him and in no way, shape, or form am i trying to sweep that or what he did wrong under the rug. holding him accountable is the least we can do both as fans and people and i won't be writing for him in the foreseeable future (however long that may be). it also goes without saying that this blog will always stand with the palestinian people and support them and their rightful freedom unconditionally. if you have any questions or debates about mark and his collab with McDs then i highly suggest reading @ / polarisjisung's and @ / gooner127's posts who both summarized it perfectly rather than reaching out to me who is very non confrontational and very tired of discussing the collaboration.
if you read this far then thank you for taking the time to read through my semi think piece !! i hope everyone has a great rest of your night / day ^^ and all of that being said, remember to do your daily click as well !!
