ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧ its devu~

Delusional af :)

[olympianknightwing]

✧.* 𝑾𝒆𝒍𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝓗𝓮𝓵𝓵*.✧

𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐌𝐄 -Call me devu~ she/her | ENFP:) | IN | 18+ I like listening to music, writing, samuel seo, reading, sketching, astrology, maths, mythology

𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 Requests: OPEN  I write fluff, angst, headcannons, and reader x fandom, nsfw blah blah blah...

LOOKISM MASTERLIST

RULES

MY FAVORITES: Samuel Seo & Gun Park....Yeah, I know...I tried to resist but I failed. (I'm not a hoe. Trust.)

ENJOYYYYYYYYYY<3

[olympianknightwing]

OH HOW IM IN LOVE WITH THIS MAN THESE DAYYYYSSSSS

LOL MY MAN HAS HAD BETTER DAYS

[olympianknightwing]

forever & always

random headcanons about jake pookie kim yayaya

jake pookie kim who takes the long way home just so he can spend more time with you as you complete yapping about your day 😩

jake pookie kim whose natural pace is long and fast but shortens it for you. When you call him on it, he goes, “Huh? No I don’t,” and does it harder jake pookie kim who remembers the dumb things you liked once and keeps note of it so he can use that info for your birthday gift

jake pookie kim who is usually not punctual but if you say “meet at six,” he’s there at 5:48

jake pookie kim who always angles chairs so you’re on the inside ...wall, booth, away from the door

jake pookie kim who loves saying your name slowly and softly letting all the syllables roll off his tongue gently

jake pookie kim who always sends one of those good morning pics to you without fail

jake pookie kim who has saved your contact as something dumb and funny

jake pookie kim who instantly declines any call when he's with you

jake pookie kim who tried listening to the songs you like even if he hates them just so he has more topic to talk to you about

[olympianknightwing]

dear true love

omggggg gang i just got my first love letter today and im soo over da moooon omgggg ahhhhh that's why it's time to write about it yayayaya ahhh and sorry im i disappeared for like a week lol

Daniel Park <3

Dearest y/n,

Hey. So I rewrote this like over a 100 times and my hands are still shaky so I'm sorry if this is messy...

I don't have the courage to say it to your face so I'm writing it here...I like you. A lot.

Just in case you don't believe me, I made a list of things I like about you.

I love spending time with you. I love walking to school with you . I love sharing lunch with you. I love sitting on the stairs after school while you talk and my day fixes itself. I love it when I listen a song and immediately think of you. I love sending you cringe reels and even more when you react to all of them. . . .

....nth more I loves...

Around you I stop thinking which version of me is standing before you. I just am.

You don't have to say anything back. Just… if there's a tiny chance you'd want to keep hanging out like that... on purpose...I'd really, really like to take it.

Yours if you'll have me,

Daniel

P.S. If this is too much we can pretend I never wrote it. hopefully we can still say hi in the hallways.

..... Eli Jang <3

Beloved y/n,

If you want to tear this letter, please do so after you've read it...I know lately we've been getting closer, and I've been noticing a few things.

I've noticed how yenna looks at you. How soft she gets. How much she loves you. I saw it last time at the park and something in my chest went quiet and loud at the same time...Because I get it. I love you too.

If that's okay...You don't have to answer right away. I can wait. I'm good at waiting. I'm just asking if we can make this deeper...

If this is weird just ignore it. I'll still look out for you.

But if it's not weird… can we still be friends?

Yours always,

Eli

..........

Jake Kim <3

Heyyy lovely

i kept starting this and erasing it. feels weird on paper when i could say it to your face. but every time I try, the words get stuck behind . so. here.

i tried to write something.... but i failed don't bully me. okay bully me a little.

roses are red

your messages light up my day

i could talk to you for hours

but im not good with fancy words

or saying stuff out loud

but if you'll have me, i'm all yours

soul, body, mind

all yours

ummm...im sorry if this freaked you out...im freaked out too...

lots of love

jake :)

[olympianknightwing]

hiii, I read your privacy policy post and I loved it. If you're still accepting requests can you do one with gun. Thank youuu

PRIVACY POLICY (part 3)

part 1 | part 2 |

LOOKISM CHARACTERS CAUGHT IN THE ACT OF JACKING OUT CHARACTER: GUN PARK NSFW

You have a very baaad habit of not knocking. And finally one day...you paid the price.

You had gone to get some groceries and upon returning you directly entered using the spare keys.

"Honey~ I'm back--"

You had expected to find him playing video games with Goo but instead you found his fingers wrapped around his cock.

He was leaning against the headboard of the bed, his back straight like he’s still in a fight. His jacket was half-off one shoulder and his shirt shoved up under his ribs.

It looked as if he had started as soon as he got home.

His grip stalled mid stroke, fingers still wrapped, cock thick and wet at the tip against his palm, and his head turned just enough that those black eyes landed on you full.

There was silence for a whole second.

Then his mouth tipped. Technically not a smile.

“…You’re early.”

His tone was so flat. Like you interrupted nothing.

You should leave, you thought.

Your pulse was doing something stupid in your throat. And the sheer audacity—he didn’t even put it away. Didn’t even loosen his grip. He kept on dragging his thumb over the head and his jaw ticked when he felt the wet.

Finally as you turned to leave-

“Come here.”

This time his voice was...softer? But it still felt more like an order than a request.

His eyes dropped to your mouth.

"Well?"

And he didn’t look away.

[olympianknightwing]

ok but mujin jin having polycoria kinda beats the point of cheonliang arc

don't tell me vin's mom didn't know he had polycoria 😭😭

[nightangle9]

Hindi Songs Ft! Lookism Characters🐧(Part-1)

How Lookism Men would view their S/O! But by songs 🎼

+ Gun Park

तुम्हारी तस्वीर के सहारे

मौसम कई गुज़ारे

मौसमी ना समझो पर इश्क को हमारे

नज़रों के सामने मैं आता नहीं तुम्हारे

मगर रहते हो हर पल मंज़र में तुम हमारे...

(Eng Translation Loading...)

With your picture, I’ve lived through seasons passing,

Through changing weather, memories lasting.

Don’t mistake our love for something seasonal,

Though I never appear before your eyes,

I’m still somewhere within your every view.

You may not see me standing before you,

Yet you remain in every scene I look through.

+ James Lee

मुझ में सफर तू करती रहे

हर इक सांस में गुज़रती रहे

शामों सुबह तू मेरा

तेरे बिना क्या मेरा

दो जिस्मों जां एक है

ना होना कभी तू जुदा

(Eng Translation Loading...)

You keep traveling within me,

Passing through every breath I take.

You are my morning, you are my evening,

Without you, what is there of me?

Two bodies, but one soul,

So never, ever be apart from me.

+ Goo Kim

तू जो हो मेरे रूबरू

बिन तेरे जीने से मैं डरूं

है यही तमन्ना मेरी बस तेरे लिए जीयु मरू

तेरा हुवा जो दीदार बाजे दिल में सितार

तेरा हुस्न धुयंदार जैसे जलता सिगार

तेरे प्यार का नशा कभी आर कभी पार

(Eng translation loading...)

> When you’re standing right before me,

I fear a life without you.

My only wish is to live and die for you,

For you, and only you.

The moment I behold you,

My heart begins to play like a sitar.

Your beauty burns so fiercely,

Like a glowing cigar.

I’m intoxicated by your love,

Carried away—across every boundary.

+ Kitae Kim

माशाअल्लाह तारीफ़ें माशाअल्लाह

बड़ी कम्बख्त है तू हबीबी मस्त है तू

वल्लाह वल्लाह अदाएँ वल्लाह वल्लाह

बड़ी ही सख्त है तू हबीबी मस्त है तू

बार बार जो देखा दो दफ़ा ना सोचा

एक ही इशारे पे दिल चीज़ तुझे देदी

(Eng translation loading...)

Masha’Allah, all these praises—Masha’Allah,

You’re dangerously captivating, habibi, you’re a delight.

Wallah, Wallah, those charms—Wallah, Wallah,

You’re quite the hard-to-resist one, habibi, you’re a delight.

I looked at you again and again,

Never stopping to think twice,

And with just one little gesture from you,

I gave you my heart in an instant.

+ Eli Jang

इतनी मोहब्बत करो ना, मैं डूब ना जाऊँ कहीं

वापस किनारे पे आना मैं भूल ना जाऊँ कहीं

देखा जब से है चेहरा तेरा, मैं तो हफ़्तों से सोया नहीं

(Eng translation loading...)

Love me this much, but not so much that I drown,

That I forget how to find my way back to shore.

Ever since I first saw your face,

I haven’t slept for weeks anymore.

[woooyounga]

Does anyone recall this OST for lookism, I remember I was 12 watching the December it came out it was so destine finding Ateez, the beat and voices everything I loved and to this day, im 16 still supporting loving them I love Ateez and atiny so muchhh a big family I needed.☕️💕

[raysome]

In a world of AO3 warriors, I'm forever a Tumblr Trooper...

[hiddinginmyroom]

me with you guys (yes you) simping over hot men

[olympianknightwing]

Hello Devu! I came by to say that I absolutely love your works, they're all very vibrant and refreshing! I hope you make more posts on the social media AU thing, it's so fun.

Also are you in any more fandoms or only lookism?

Bye and have good day/night!

Heyyyyy anon~~

Thank youuuu sooo soo much for your kind words!!! It made my night >.<

Yessss, i have many ideas for social media au thing...dw i have lots planned hehehe

And yeah im in a lot of fandoms of course.... like almost every book fandom known to mankind, or lots of movie franchises and webtoons,animes...

My obsessions rn are: 1.haikyuu 2. ouran high school host club 3. operation true love 4.i love yoo 5. DC (more like the batfamily) 6.childhood friend complex 7.enola holmes 8. game of thrones (restarted my 3 year old obsession somehow)

But I only write for Lookism and i really don't know why haha

byeee love youuu anon mwahhh

[olympianknightwing]

cupid <3

social media au! baker!seongji x baker!reader I am obsessed with this ideaaaaa

You loved baking, so much so that you had to fight your parents to put you in a culinary school instead of an engineering one, because they thought 'it had no future.'

You proved them wrong when you had a successful bakery -Y/N's Patisserie- by the age of 22 and cherry on top, you were a popular baking influencer too.

You even had a highlight titled “sold out by 11” and you were proud of every single post.

But to ruin everything, the empty storefront across the street got bought overnight by a guy called....Seongji Yuk?

A few days later the shop opened up for customers, and you were shocked to see that it was a bakery...

Seongji’s Bakehouse.

You watched from across the street as a tall pretty guy went around serving cakes and pastries.

In just a week, groups of teenage girls who used to be your regulars started turning up at seongji's bakehouse.

You almost spilled coffee on yourself when you saw your own friends go inside your nemesis's bakehouse.

"...dear, are you alright?" asked an old lady, who was a loyal regular.

"Alright? Of course, does it not seem like it?"

"You're gonna break the tea pot, dear."

You let your grip loosen on the pot's handle.

The lady chuckled. "I assume it is the other bakery?"

You sighed in defeat. "Yeah, auntie."

"Well, if you're so worried why don't you take a look at his shop once. That would give you some idea on how to balance competition." she said as she took out her phone.

"Competition, nah, auntie. It's just pretty boy effect. They'll get tired of it soon enough."

"Oh really?" Auntie pulled you by your apron and made you look at her phone.

. . . . . . ..

Okay, so this was getting serious. Should I take auntie's advice? No, that's creepy....

Anyways, you made a fake account at 4 in the morning because you gave up on being a goody-two shoes. You needed to investigate the competition properly.

Someone had asked for his cortadillo recipe on one of the posts and he answered, “sorry secret but i can sell you one :)” Another person had commented “your smile is so cute” and he replied with “thank you i brush my teeth....?"

Wth? This was your competition? Surely his cakes were as bad as his replies. Right?

You snorted so hard you almost dropped your phone.

. . .....

The next morning instead of opening up the baker you entered seongji's bakehouse. You were in an oversized black hoodie, baseball cap and glasses even though it wasn't that sunny.

You were just here to see what the hype was about. research. Totally normal.

You gave an order for a Cortadillo and it arrived quite quickly. It was warm and the sugar on top cracked perfectly under your teeth. The inside was squishy and custardy, with orange zest that made it taste like sunshine.

You took one bite. Then another. Then you were marching up to the counter before you could stop yourself.

“Excuse me—hi. This is insane but can I have the recipe?”

Seongji looked up from behind the register and blinked at you. Then his whole face lit up.

“Oh. You’re the girl from across the street, right?”

Your soul did a somersault. were you that recognisable!??

The girls behind you had recognised you too. You heard the sound of phones being raised.

“Wait, is that—?” and the camera click sounds started.

You frantically left the bakery, without even talking to Seongji. Oh gods, this was such a horrible idea!

By the time you got back to your bakehouse, notifications started adding up. Your dm had hit a 99+ and all of it were questions regarding your morning quest.

"Do you like seongji-oppa?" ."Are you guys dating?" "Are you jealous or what?"

You tried ignoring the comments and everything and threw yourself into making your favourite pistachio cookies like rage-baking would fix everything.

Then the message came. You were going to delete it when you saw the user who sent it.

It was supposed to be one recipe exchange.

He showed up with a tupperware of warm cortadillo the next day as soon as you both closed for the day.

You sat on the floor behind your counter and ate straight from the container while he explained the recipe.

As a toke of gratitude you showed him how to pipe your signature roses.

He was a quick learner.

And you were a terrible,terrible liar—your fake account was still active and you still stalke him every night.

Finally you decided to follow him through your official account.

The fangirls noticed the follow-back within hours.

Then someone posted a pic of the two of you taste-testing each other’s new flavors in your bakery, laughing at each other.

Then another one of Seongji carrying a box of your cookies across the street.

The comments got WORSE.

You threw your phone across the counter and had to fish it out from behind the stand mixer.

Damn.

Why was your heart beating so fast!? You thought you'd burst any second now when the outside bell chimed.

It was Seongji. He was carrying a box of doughnuts. Again.

"-Seongji!"

"Hey, y/n. I got us some-"

"Doughnuts. I know."

Seongji stopped in his tracks when he heard you. You might've sounded harsher than you had imagined.

"...Do you not like them?"

You buried your face in your hands. "Noooo. That's not true seongji. But I wish that I had hated it. I really wish."

He put the box on the counter and came by your side. He didn't understand your cryptic words one bit.

"What do you mean? Is something wrong?"

"...Yeah."

"What's wrong? Are you hurt?!"

You raised your head to look him in the eye. With every ounce of courage you had, you said it. "I like you."

Seongji went still. Very still.

"Are you sure?"

You smacked him on the shoulder.

"Of course!"

"Oh. Me too."

"...What?"

"What?"

He rubbed the back of his head and smiled sheepishly. Gods, this man was so cute.

"You mean you like me too?"

He nodded as his cheeks turned bright red.

You hugged him so hard, seongji felt like his lungs would collapse.

"Now isn't this a happy ending?" you muttered, still in his embrace.

Seongji hummed as he hugged you back, lifted you up and twirled you around the empty bakehouse.

Yeah, those comments were gonna get way WORSE.

.

.

MASTERLIST!

[brrybasket]

[olympianknightwing]

my favourite things ☘︎ ݁˖

Goo Kim x wife!reader

I hate the rainy season but somehow this song makes me hate it a little less...and yes its raining cats and dogs here where i live :(

The front door slammed open.

“DADDY AND I JUMPED IN MUDDY PUDDLES!” your five-year-old shrieked, cackling like a tiny disney villain as she stomped inside the living room.

Your husband followed right behind, both of them drenched, covered in grass, leaves, and enough mud to repaint the entire living room.

Goo’s glasses were fogged, his hair was plastered to his head, and he was grinning like he’d just beat Gun's high score.

You stood in the hallway with a towel in one hand and a steaming hot spatula in the other.

“JOONGOO KIM AND JOONGOO KIM JR. OUT. BOTH OF YOU. RIGHT NOW. YOU’RE NOT GETTING THAT MUD IN HERE—AND YOU’RE GONNA CATCH A COLD AND—DON’T YOU DARE—”

Goo’s bottom lip immediately jutted out.

Not again, you thought.

Yes, he was activating puppy eyes tactic. The infallible technique. He even tilted his head like a sad golden retriever who’d just been told no more fetch.

Your daughter copied him instantly, both of them now staring at you with the most glittery eyes known to mankind.

“…Please, wifey?” Goo whispered, voice cracking for sound effects. “Sorry, we'll never do it again. Promise. Cross my heart, hope to—well, not die, but like, mildly suffer.”

You lasted three seconds.

“…Fine. Get in. And you’re both getting in the bath after soup. NO ARGUMENTS.”

Goo jumped so hard he slipped on the wet floor and almost took the coat rack down with him. “YES MA’AM—OW—LOVE YOU—”

Twenty minutes later they were in dry clothes (mostly) and sat at the kitchen table with steaming bowls of hot soup.

You were still muttering under your breath about “grown men acting like children” when the sky cackled with the loudest thunderclap of the century.

Your daughter screamed like she’d been personally attacked by Zeus and burst into tears.

Goo’s eyes went wide for half a second but he instantly regained his composure.

He stood up so fast his chair fell over.

“NO NO NO, MY LITTLE PONY, DON’T CRY! DADDY’S GOT YOU!” He scooped her up with one arm, spun her around, and started singing.

“..raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens~bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens~brown paper packages tied up with strings~these are a few of my favorite things..."

He was dancing. And... so badly. He spun in energetic circles, dipped his little girl dramatically, and made the most ridiculous faces while his singing got aggressively louder as his daughter started giggling..

“WHEN THE THUNDER GOES BOOM AND THE LIGHTNING GOES ZAP~ WHEN I’M FEELING SAD AND THE SOUP IS TOO HOT~ I SIMPLY REMEMBER MY FAVORITE THINGS~ AND THEN I DON’T FEEEEL SO BAAAAAD~”

Your daughter was giggling through her tears now, little hands fisted in his shirt as he twirled her around the kitchen like they were in a high school musical.

Then Goo turned to you, still spinning.

“Wifey~ come dance with us~ the song’s not the same without the most beautiful angry mama in the world~”

You crossed your arms. “Absolutely not. I’m still mad—”

He didn’t even let you finish. In one smooth move he dipped his daughter, planted the fastest and the wettest kiss on your cheek, yelled “MWHAHAHAHA—RUN FOR IT, BABY GIRL!” and sprinted out of the kitchen with your daughter over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

You stood there for 0.3 seconds, face burning, before grabbing your slipper.

“JOONGOO KIM YOU GET BACK HERE RIGHT NOW—DON’T YOU RUN FROM ME—THIS IS—”

The sound of two pairs of feet bellowed through your house, as your slipper smacked against the walls.

“WHEN THE DOG BITES~ WHEN THE BEE STINGS~ WHEN I’M FEELING BAAAAAAD~ I SIMPLY REMEMBER MY FAVORITE THINGS~ AND THEN I DON’T FEEEEL SO BAAAAAAD~”

You were going to kill him.

…After you stopped laughing of course.

. . . . .

MASTERLIST

[olympianknightwing]

Can I request a nsfw fic for Seongji where the reader is trying to play with his hair and make it into a cute hairstyle but he keeps moving. So the reader holds him in place by holding his head in between her thighs. And he gets flustered and angry because he thinks the reader is just teasing him for fun but then the reader kisses him and things get spicy and he makes sure her thighs are marked as his

the taste of your cherry chapstick ‧₊ᵎᵎ🍒⋅°✮

SEONGJI X wife!READER. NSFW.

You had been trying to braid Seongji’s gorgeous hair for the last ten minutes, but it had been in vain because...

“Stop moving.”

“I’m not moving.”

“You just moved.”

“That doesn't count!”

“That counts sweetie.”

Seongji gave you the most offended look imaginable as you attempted to twist another strand into a tiny, neat braid.

He was sitting cross-legged on the floor between your knees, facing you while you were perched on the edge of the bed above him.

“Why are you doing this again?” he grumbled (adorably).

“Because I think you’d look cute.”

“I don't want to look cute.”

“Too bad.”

He immediately tried to lean back and escape your hands again.

Fed up with him constantly moving around, you slid forward to the very edge of the bed and firmly clamped your bare thighs around the sides of his head, trapping him right where he was.

Seongji went completely rigid.

“Stay still now,” you commanded as your hands started twisting his hair again.

His ears turned bright red.

He was trapped between your soft, warm thighs, his face mere inches from your center, and every breath he took hit the bare skin of your legs.

“...What?” his voice rasped out, choked and suddenly breathless.

“You're enjoying this,” he accused.

“I am.” you smirked.

“That’s cruel.”

“You're being dramatic for no reason, honey."

Seongji went completely silent.

Then, very slowly, the corner of his mouth twitched.

“…Does it look good?”

You blinked, pausing your braiding. “Wait. You actually care?”

“No.”

“Liar.”

He looked away, his face entirely pink now, but he didn't try to pull away from your thighs.

“…If you like it, I suppose it can stay.”

You smiled, leaning down so your lips brushed the top of his ear. “Cute.”

“Don't push it.”

“You're blushing again.”

“I am not.”

“You are—I can literally hear your heart hammering, husband dear.”

Seongji let out a shaky, growling sigh, covering his eyes with one big hand. “…You're impossible. You think this is funny, don't you? Teasing me like this?”

"Who says I'm teasing?"

You teased ;) as you slid into his lap and cupped his face. He froze for a second, clearly caught off guard, before his hands found your waist and he pulled you closer.

His leaned in to devour your lips, your cherry chapstick mixing on his tongue. The kiss was very messy like he couldn’t decide whether to be shy or greedy.

“This tastes good,” he mumbled against your mouth, voice low and a little breathless. His ears, face and neck were all bright red as the chapstick ou were wearing seconds ago. "What flavour is it?"

You grinned, tugging lightly at his hair. “Cherry.”

He made a small, embarrassed sound before suddenly flipping you over under him.

“Let's buy more of them,” he muttered

His hands slid down to your thighs and gently pushed them apart. He stared at the soft skin for a second, then leaned down and pressed a warm wet kiss right on the inside of your thigh.

You giggled. “That tickles seongji—”

He nipped you lightly in response, not hard enough to hurt, just enough to make you squeal.

“You trapped me with these,” he said, voice muffled against your skin. “Only fair I get to mark them back.”

“Seongji—!” You laughed, delighted as he kissed and bit his way higher, leaving small, warm marks that would definitely show later.

Every time you giggled, he glanced up with a flustered smile, like he was proud of himself for making you laugh.

Seongji hovered over you and you could see his face twitch whenever you squealed or flinched... he always felt like he was going to hurt you. But you assured him that everything was alright.

And oh gods, his face was smudged red... your lip balm had stained his his face from below his eyes to his plump lips.

You raised one of your hands and brushed the lipstick stain with your thumb and then sucked it.

Seongji turned even a darker shade of crimson.

He then used his right hand to trace light circles along your hip while the other spread your thighs wider, holding you open with gentle pressure.

“Still good, wife?” he asked, voice low and a little hoarse.

His tiny braid brushed your collarbone when he dipped down to kiss the spot beneath your ear, then lower, mouthing at your throat.

You nodded. “Yeah… Seongji.”

He hummed, pleased, and let one big hand slide down between your legs.

His fingers moved with extreme care...two parting your folds, the extra one resting right on your clit like it was made to be there. He didn’t rush.

he just pressed slow circles with his fingers , slicking through the wetness already gathering.

“Look at that,” he murmured, almost reverent. “My pretty girl’s getting so wet for me… just from my fingers. You like how I touch you, hm?”

You whimpered, hips twitching. He kept the pressure light, two thick fingers stroking along your entrance without pushing in, while the extra one kept rubbing your clit in tight, wet little loops.

Every pass made more slick gather, coating his fingers until they were shining.

“Fuck, you’re dripping,” he breathed, his voice tender as ever. “Soaking my hand, baby. Can feel how much you want it. Gonna make you nice and messy for me, yeah? Just like this.”

When you didn't reply he thought he had gone too far. He immediately went into frantic mode.

“Honey!? Are you okay?” he asked uneasily.

You nodded, smiling up at him, just a little dazed. “More than okay… husband dear...go on.”

He let out a long breath before kissing your forehead.

“Anything for you, wife.”

. . . . . . .

MASTERLIST

[olympianknightwing]

Im calling it out...this is goo's teacher or was somehow connected to Goo's life...

The uniforms MATCH!!

[olympianknightwing]

I can't with these redditors...

Are we seriously comparing r*pe to consensual intercourse!? What the actual hell? Like I never thought I'd feel bad for Gap, but it's really sad to see he was raped and he is interpreting it as 'love'....