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IT'S THAT TIME OF THE YEAR AGAINNNNNNN!!!! HAPPY HOLIIIII!!!!
For those who don't know, holi is the festival of colours in India (and Mauritius, Fiji, Guyana and so on), and we celebrate it by having water fights and colour fights and if you're old enough, 🍃indulging🍃 (no, i'm not lying, look it up, it's called "bhaang")
So, in that spirit, i've come up with a fun lil' challenge, along the veins of what I did in 2021, but with a slight change.
The twist? It has to be along the lines of ✨️bhaang✨️. So it could be literal intoxication (doesn't have to be bhaang per se, could be any intoxicant of your choice lmao, even sex pollen tbh), it could be symbolic (like letting go, freedom, less inhibitions), could have a humorous angle to it, or could even be a topic of discussion! The world is your oyster!
Now I write specifically for Pedro Pascal, but honestly, your muse can be anyone, I'll leave that up to you. It can be a drabble, an HC, a moodboard, a ficlet, a dialogue, illustration, a gif/gifset; honestly i'm just hyped to see what y'all come up with! (If this fails i'm going to delete this post, and let's forget this ever happened)
Deadline: 30th April, 2025 (negotiable and extendable, lmao) (also WOW in time for 4/20. Almost.)
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Tagging for better reach (but honestly NOOO pressure whatsover) : @holacia3 @slimybeth69 @emerald-evans @harpers-ramblings @letsgobarbs @ghotifishwrites @wethairjoel @ranveer--singh @jolapeno @jtargaryen18 @navybrat817 @imdarkinme @ozarkthedog @beefrobeefcal @schnarfer @galaxyedging @donutloverxo @nerdieforpedro @nekoannie-chan @stargazingfangirl18 @abeyyaaar @secretelephanttattoo @strang3lov3 @dilf-docs anyone who wants to participate! I am DYINGGG to see what y'all come up with!!
I want to post an article, but I'm not sure if I should post it entirely on Wordpress and link it to Tumblr, or just crosspost it across both platforms.
If I post it a link on tumblr, would you take the time to actually read my post on Wordpress or nah?
Cross post in entirety in both Wordpress and Tumblr
There's a reason one’s a cult classic and the other is just … there
--A.K--
So you may be asking: It’s been almost a decade since OK Kanmani and OK Jaanu were released, so Aadhi, why are you still beating a dead horse?
To that I reply, I’m not — that would be animal cruelty.
I just happened to stumble across OK Kanmani (after vigorously searching for it for years, of course) about two days ago. I watched it, and guys… my. world. changed. 🤯
WAIT — before you roll your eyes and scroll away, let me give you some background. I was fifteen when OK Jaanu came out, and I went absolutely goo-goo gaa-gaa for it. I mean, why wouldn’t I? It had everything a hormonal teenager could ever want: ARK, rom-com vibes, ARK + Shraddha Kapoor’s sizzling chemistry, and oh yeah—did I mention ARK?
For those who haven’t watched it, OK Jaanu (and OK Kanmani) is about Adi and Tara, two ambitious young professionals who don’t believe in marriage and decide to pursue a casual live-in relationship. Of course, things get complicated when, surprise surprise, love gets involved.
And not gonna lie, I actually liked it. I especially loved the songs, particularly the title track. But then, I saw the comments under the video: scathing. “This is a cheap remake of OK Kanmani!” “Mental Manadhil (the original version of the title track) is wayyy better!”
Me, the ever sceptic, thought, “there’s no way that OK Kanmani is that good”.
Oh boy. was I wrong!
It wasn’t just good, it was straight up A-MA-ZING. If you thought the chemistry between Shraddha and Aditya was good, then the chemistry between Dulquer and Nithya will set you on fire. No, I’m serious—watch it, and you’ll be blushing so hard, you might turn into a tomato.
In this post, I’m going to break down why OK Kanmani >>>>>>> OK Jaanu, why you NEED to watch it, and why Bollywood seriously needs to stop with these remakes before they ruin anything else. So strap in, cuz I’m going to analyze this so hard that it’ll make my AP Lang teacher proud.
There are four main reasons why OK Jaanu fell short:
1. MCs’ depth and their chemistry (or lack thereof)
Adi: Dulquer Salmaan vs. Aditya Roy Kapur
DQ brings a certain charm to Adi. He’s a little cocky, a little childish (like picking fights with Tara toward the end instead of just saying I LOVE YOU …seriously, bruhhh,) with just the perfect amount of adult. He’s responsible as seen by taking care of Bhavani (the old couple's wife) when she wanders off. He also has a clear sense of drive, chasing a gaming career with big future aspirations, and it's not just talk, he has the skills to back it up. He’s the pinnacle of young adults.
Now, Bollywood Adi? Man-child. I’m sorry, I had to say it. Someone online said that Aditya Roy Kapur basically played the same character in Yeh Jawaani Hai Deewani as he does here, and honestly, I agree. He plays the same carefree, somewhat irresponsible charmer in both films.
And here’s why this is a problem: the story itself is simple—there aren’t any shocking plot twists—but it’s meant to reflect the youth of India (and even first-gen NRIs). It’s about a generation trying to define relationships without the prospect of marriage hanging over their heads like it did for their parents. While the older generation balks at this kind of arrangement, the original film showed Adi and Tara as two capable individuals making their own decisions about their lives. OK Kanmani portrayed their agency; Ok Jaanu made them look childish, reinforcing stereotypes about our generation being a mess instead of challenging them.
Tara: Nithya Menen vs. Shraddha Kapoor
Nithya elevates Tara to live true to her name, giving the character the shine it needed. She is a star — the energy, the spunk, the twinkle in her eyes—it had me reeling. I wanted to be her, even if just 1 percent.
Yet she’s not perfect. She can be childish (like skipping work to go hang out with her boyfriend), but she knows her priorities. She loves architecture, is passionate about it, and is very good at it. She has a genuine passion for her work, going as far as to further her education in it at a prestigious university, instead of going down the path that her mother laid out for her. One of my favorite scenes is when she is confronted by Adi’s sister-in-law and is berated for their live-in relationship and she hits back with a “does a certificate make everything ok?”. It shows that she’s not afraid to fight for her values even if others don’t agree with it. This is the agency of a young adult: navigating life based on our values, on our own terms, and Nithya Menen gives justice to that.
In almost every scene, she stole the show. When you watch this movie, make sure you hold on tight because she will blow you away.
Bollywood Tara? If you thought Aditya Roy Kapur was bad, at least he tried to give some life to his character, the wrong character, but he tried. Shraddha Kapoor on the other hand was at best poor. Her line delivery was so flat. For instance, when she gets the opportunity to work with Balakrishna Dhoshi, her architect guru, you’d expect her to be squealing, jumping with joy, running around with happiness… but nothing. Literally nothing. You could’ve told her it might rain today, and she might have shown more excitement for that. And the scene when she’s confronted by the sister-in-law, the girl was silent. She was being berated and she just took it. When she does show spunk, it’s with Adi; but because she doesn’t embody this energy outside of him, it feels like she’s trying to be someone else.
Another thing I noticed? The eyes. Nithya’s eyes were filled with adoration for Dulquer, like everything he did was magic to her. Shraddha? She stared at Aditya with this weird look that I can only describe as a predator stalking its prey. Even when she kisses him after coming back from Ahmedabad, it’s so aggressive. 😬 Scratch that—every kiss she gives him is so aggressive. **SLAPS HAND ON CHEEK, I’M GOING TO KISS YOU EVEN IF YOU DON’T LIKE IT **….
hello? Is this 911? Yes, I’m calling to report a crime…
2. Watered down Paplu
Ganapathy in OK Kanmani (Paplu in OK Jaanu) is filled with so much depth and love. You can see the tenderness in his eyes when he looks at his wife, Bhavani. Their relationship answers a critical question: What is love? And takes it a step further: is it love even when the person you love doesn’t remember you?
With this relationship, the answer is yes, yes, and 1000 times yes. It reminds us that love can take many forms and that true love often endures beyond the fleeting moments of passion and youth. This is especially important in the end when Tara asks Adi whether he can take care of her if she ends up like Bhavani. His response shows that he doesn’t see her as a fling, he sees her as a lifelong companion.
In contrast, while Naseeruddin Shah is a phenomenal actor, his portrayal in Ok Jaanu lacked the same emotional weight. I believe this isn’t because of his acting, per se, but rather the shallow script — many small but impactful moments from the original were cut altogether.
Here’s a scene that really stuck out to me: when Adi asks Ganapathy how he and Bhavani met. While they’re talking, Bhavani is scooping beans into the bean pod, but Ganapathy sweetly takes it from her hands. He scoops out the beans himself and throws away the pod, and he keeps doing this, no anger, no questions, just a simple, loving act. It’s such a small moment, but it says so much about their bond. It’s love in the tiniest, most mundane acts. The equivalent of the ‘orange peel test’ tiktok trend. This scene didn’t make it into Ok Jaanu, which is such a shame because it perfectly encapsulates how love is often about quiet, unspoken care.
Another moment that stood out to me is when Tara sings for Bhavani, and you can see how Ganapathy begins to soften toward Adi and Tara’s arrangement. While he isn’t fully on board with their decision to live together without getting married, he sees how their presence could benefit Bhavani, that is, how it could give her the companionship she craves but that he can’t always provide. It’s such a subtle shift, but it speaks volumes about how Ganapathy’s disapproval slowly gives way to understanding and even affection.
This emotional arc was largely missing in Ok Jaanu as I feel Paplu was already very ‘forward’ thinking and the dynamic between him and Adi was playful from the beginning.
These small, layered interactions between Ganapathy and the younger couple added so much heart to OK Kanmani. By the end, you feel his approval of Adi and Tara as a deeply-earned moment of acceptance, not just of their relationship, but of the changing values of a new generation.
3. The Missing Third Character: Music + Cinematography
A.R. Rahman’s songs were largely recycled in Ok Jaanu, but they didn’t have the same magic, and after a deeper look, I realized why: the cinematography.
Case in point 1: Mental Manadhil vs. Ok Jaanu
Both songs are great, but Ok Jaanu’s cinematography does it a disservice. Both songs are meant to show the exhilaration of liking someone, and Mental Manadhil captures that. The colors are realistic, not overly saturated, like Ok Jaanu’s. In Mental Manadhil, the visuals move fast, the background blurs, the camera shakes slightly, and there are very few slow pans. That imagery feeds into the exhilaration; you feel the excitement. Unfortunately, Ok Jaanu didn’t have the same effect.
Case in point 2: Parandhu Sella Vaa vs. The Humma Song
Let’s start by saying neither song was necessary for the movie. They didn’t progress the plot or add to the characters, and honestly, they weren’t even that good. (The Humma Song is also an atrocity to mankind 😩, but I don’t have the patience to unpack that right now.) At least Parandhu Sella Vaa showed some development in Adi and Tara’s relationship, like the moment when Tara rests her cheek on Adi’s hand after hesitating just a minute earlier, or when Adi pretends to kiss an imaginary version of her. It shows that their relationship has progressed from flirty friendship to something more. Meanwhile, The Humma Song was just an excuse to show ARK’s abs and Shraddha’s legs. It didn’t feel like a progression in their relationship, it felt like lust.
Case in point 3: Aye Sinamika vs. Enna Sona
Not including Aye Sinamika in OK Jaanu is a crime against humanity, and there is nothing that can convince me otherwise. This is the hill I’ll die on.
I loved both songs, but Aye Sinamika captured something more intimate and real. The Tamil version showed everyday things a couple does—dancing, acting silly, sleeping together (guys, not that kind of sleeping, get your head out of the gutter)—reminding Tara of Adi in every little moment. It’s these seemingly mundane, affectionate moments that make their love story feel genuine and lived-in. Enna Sona tried to achieve this, but it leaned too heavily on showing them kissing every five seconds. Combined with The Humma Song and the overall lack of emotional depth between the leads, it ended up feeling like the lead was missing his partner's body, not her presence. The lyrics add to this as well, Aye Sinamika repeats “Nee enne neegandhe” meaning “Don’t leave me” whereas Enna Sonna repeats how beautiful Tara is. The charm and warmth that Aye Sinamika conveyed through subtle storytelling was overshadowed in Ok Jaanu by its overemphasis on physical intimacy rather than emotional connection.
4. Inorganic Story Flow
The Meet-Cute: Cultural Nuances Matter
The meet-cute in OK Kanmani made sense. Adi yelling Tamil expletives at Tara worked because it’s a moment that reflects their shared culture. As a South Indian, you instantly bond with someone who speaks your language, especially in a diverse city like Mumbai. It’s a special kind of connection.
Now you may be wondering, how could it be surprising to find someone that speaks your language. Well I’ll give you an example.I’m from America, where people don’t usually speak Kannada. My family has gotten so used to this that we talk loudly in Kannada because we don’t expect anyone around us to understand. When we went to Mumbai, we expected the same thing, but my mom practically yelled, “Where are we supposed to go?” to me in Kannada, and a security guard responded in Kannada, offering to help. We were completely shocked! This is what I mean, you just don’t expect others to speak the language so when you do, it's like an instant sense of familiarity.
Getting back to the movie: when Adi and Tara meet, they’re surprised. In a place as diverse as Mumbai, what are the chances that he happened to yell Tamil expletives at a Tamil woman? That’s why they bond—it’s a shared cultural understanding. In a foreign city, it’s comforting to meet someone who shares the same culture.
This doesn’t exist in the Bollywood version. If they were from the same town or state, maybe I could understand the meet-cute. But there’s no mention of that in the Bollywood movie, so the connection just doesn’t make sense.
Emotional Moments: Let the Damn Story Breathe
Another problem with Ok Jaanu is that it doesn’t let the emotions breathe. Take the scene where Tara mentions her father and how he’s no longer part of her life. The Bollywood version immediately moves on to the next scene—Adi and Tara miss their train and get a room together. But that was such a pivotal moment! The story needed to sit with Tara’s feelings for a moment before moving on. Instead, it felt like the movie just wanted to tick off all the plot points before getting back to the romance.
Character moments like these are like vegetables in a meal, you might want to rush through them to get to the “main course,” but the vegetables enhance the overall experience. Ok Jaanu treated these moments like an afterthought.
Fights Are the Answer
SPOILER ALERT, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK
As Adi gets ready to leave for America, you can see in OK Kanmani that he and Tara slowly start picking fights, but they’re not real fights. They’re both frustrated about their promise against marriage and the looming end of their relationship, so they take it out on each other. These fights add so much depth to their dynamic and make Adi’s eventual proposal hit so much harder.
This layer of tension is missing in Ok Jaanu. Without it, the ending doesn’t feel as emotionally satisfying. I think that tension is important because it makes their decision to marry feel genuine, it’s not about societal expectations, it’s about what’s right for them.
Stop with the Remakes
I know I dragged OK Jaanu pretty hard, and I’ll admit, the movie itself isn’t terrible. But, it definitely is not the magic that OK Kanmani is. If OK Kanmani is authentic Chinese food, then Ok Jaanu is Panda Express, good… but for fast food.
Also why was this movie even made? It’s an exact frame-by-frame of OK Kanmani (minus the soul of course). There was no problem with the original that Hindi dubbing or subtitles couldn’t fix. As an audience, we need to stop consuming hollow remakes of already good movies — if it ain’t broke don’t fix it. And Bollywood is notorious for this. Cough Cough I’m looking at you, Laal Singh Chaddha.
Being inspired by a movie is great, but don't reproduce the same movie and slap on two mediocre Bollywood actors and expect us to eat it up.
It’s insulting… We’re smarter than that 🙄.
TL;DR
For those who read (or skimmed) this far, I applaud your commitment 👏👏👏.
Here’s the takeaway: Whether you liked OK Jaanu or didn’t, I promise you’ll love (or at least begrudgingly respect) OK Kanmani. It’s worth it, or your money back.
(No, but if y’all don’t like it, don’t come after me, I’m just a broke movie nerd with opinions 🫠.)
What do YOU think? Drop your hot takes in the comments, retags, or my inbox…I’m ready to fight😤. I’m scared of confrontment.
I’m super excited to introduce my newest Special — Kiss and Tell. It’s a project I’ve been thinking about for a while now and while I’ve only been writing drabbles or short oneshots, I really wanted to try my hand at writing longer stories. I don’t know how long each story will be and I don’t know how long this project will take, but I hope that you’ll support me on my writing journey.
These stories will be written in a 3rd person limited (members thoughts) with fem ocs.
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For centuries, kisses have been a way to express emotions, and whether it’s a passionate liplock between lovers or a loving kiss from parent to child, each kiss has a story behind it. Kiss and Tell follows the lives of 7 young men, all at different stages of life, and the story behind their kiss.
Jisung’s Story
Jisung is your standard awkward high school student: he plays video games till 2 a.m., cleans his room only when his mother nags him for the hundredth time, and struggles to form coherent sentences in front of the girl he’s been crushing on: Kim Yeri. With the annual summer fair coming up, The Carnival, and college looming on the horizon, he finally plucked up the courage to ask her out, and to his surprise, she agreed. This should be it: he’s finally getting his chance at the sappy high school romance he’s been waiting for, so then why can’t he stop thinking about the little mole on the lower right corner of his best friend’s lips
Item: Bites, Desert
Allergen Warnings: Profanity, Crude Humor, etc.
Expected Release: In August
Haechan’s Story
Haechan has always been the funny guy, always putting a smile on other people’s faces and making them feel as if they’ve known each other for years, even if they’ve just met for a few minutes. So when he finally meets the girl with impeccable timing for jokes that almost rivals his… almost, you can bet he married her as soon as he could. But life has a funny way of sneaking up on you when you least expect it, and Haechan’s idyllic life is shattered in an instant.
Item: Bites, Namericano
Allergen Warnings: Major Character Death, Pregnancy, Grief, etc.
Mark’s Story
Mark is twenty-two years old, a recent college graduate, young, capable, and ready to face the world. Sure, he earned a degree in Musical Composition, which, in hindsight, may not be the safest career choice. Still, it was a crucial part of him, and with a support system like his, his loving parents, sympathetic brother, and an angel of a girlfriend, who wouldn’t pursue it. But Mark wasn’t prepared for the world to come to him; he is offered a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, the only problem being that it is halfway across the globe — truly putting the distance in long distance. Mark must decide whether his love or his dream is more important to him.
Description: Jisung is your standard awkward high school student: he plays video games till 2 a.m., cleans his room only when his mother nags him for the hundredth time, and struggles to form coherent sentences in front of the girl he's been crushing on: Kim Yeri. With the annual summer fair coming up, The Carnival, and college looming on the horizon, he finally plucked up the courage to ask her out, and to his surprise, she agreed. This should be it: he's finally getting his chance at the sappy high school romance he's been waiting for, so then why can't he stop thinking about the little mole on the lower right corner of his best friend's lips?
Allergen Warning: Profanity, Crude Humor, Kiss, etc.
Other Specifications: oc pairing
Price: 1.3k
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Physucks but gurl I think we’ve got chemistry
Walking into the school cafeteria, Jisung was instantly hit by the overwhelming stench of thick, humid sweat. Nothing beats the smell of teenage perspiration and their distaste for deodorant. He grimaced but quickly forced his mind to more pressing matters: lunch. Clutching his tray to his chest like a prized possession, he hurried over to the lunch line, determined to reach the pizza before anyone else could get in his way.
“Next” called the lunch lady, her voice dull and monotonous.
Jisung took a step forward only to be cut off by a bulky jock twice his size. Turning his attention to behind him, his eyes sizing up Jisung’s weak stature, mischievous glint in his eye, he challenged, voice saccharine, “ you don’t mind.. Right?”
Jisung gulped nervously, eyes shifting between the intimidating man and the delicious looking pizza.
“No. Of course not. Be my guest.” The jock, satisfied with his answer, proceeded, taking the last slice of pizza, Jisung deflated.
“Next” the lunch lady called again, her tone still bored.
Jisung reluctantly stepped up the counter next to the — now empty — pizza counter. “Good Afternoon. How are you?”
The lady gave him a bored look and proceeded to place a greyish looking piece of meat on his tray and then slap on mushy gravy at the side.
“What kind of meat is this?” Jisung asked, pointing at the dubious lump.
She shrugged, disinterested. “Beats me.”
Fantastic.
***
With his mystery lunch in hand, Jisung moved on to his next challenge: finding an empty table. His eyes scanned the cafeteria before settling on two options: one on the far side and another dangerously close to Yeri’s table. Jisung wasn’t the most suave person, but he believed he was at least moderately socially competent. He'd learned how to blend in over the years—sticking to the back of the room, nodding at jokes he didn’t get, just existing in the quiet spaces. But with Yeri, that all seemed to fly out the window; Jisung’s brain turned into literal mush and his body ran on autopilot.
Like that one time when Yeri wished him a “Happy Birthday” and he said “You Too!” or that other time when she waved at him and he was so ecstatic that he accidently walked into a wall or when — basically, Jisung turned into the biggest dork around Kim Yeri and picking a seat near her was just an invitation to make a fool of himself…again.
It's fine, he’ll just sit at the — The far table was now occupied by a group of students.
Fuck.
No, it’s fine. Don’t panic. As long as he kept a low profile, he would be good. He set his tray on the table, winced slightly as the chair scraped against the floor, and settled in. Poking at the mystery meat, he grimaced as oil oozed out of it. Was it supposed to do that?
She walked by his table, her perfume trailing like smoke, and his heartbeat ticked up, each beat louder than the cafeteria buzz. Her eyes widened slightly when she noticed him. Hi, Jisung!” she called, waving brightly.
So much for keeping a low profile. Ok Jisung, you got this. Don’t make a fool of yourself. Just think before you speak.
“Thank you”
Fuck
“Uhh I- I mean Hi Yeri” Jisung stutters out, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck.
She blinked, a slight giggle escaping her. And just like that, his whole world shrank to the size of that table. He was sure everyone was watching, that Yeri had to be thinking, what a weirdo. He wanted the ground to swallow him whole at that very moment. It could not get any worse than this.
But her smile stayed soft, her laughter light, and for a second, he let himself believe she didn’t mind his mess.
“Smooth~,” a distinct, honeyed voice whispered into his ear.
Oh, how wrong he was. It definitely could get worse.
Adorning a Cheshire grin, the honey-skinned boy grabbed a seat opposite him, looking far too pleased with himself. “Haechan, don’t say it,” Jisung sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“But you’re so cute. I particularly liked the part where you turned beet red,” Hachan teased, “Ok but what were you thanking her for? Was it a thank you so much for noticing a measly peasant like me or was it a thank you for gracing my presence today.”
Jisung felt the heat rise in his cheeks, mortified. He cast his gaze downward, wishing he could reverse time. Just then, a loud twak of a hand meeting a forehead broke his daze.
“Ow! What was that for?” Haechan cried, hand clutching his head.
Miki dragged the chair between the boys with an exaggerated scrape. Setting her lunch on the table, she turned to Haechan and continued, her voice accusatory, “You were teasing Jisung without me again weren’t you!”
Haechan gasped dramatically, “Without the expert?! I could never.” Throwing her an exaggerated wink, he continued, “I was just getting him warmed up for you.”
Jisung couldn’t help but groan, burying his face in his hands.
Miki rolled her eyes at Haechan. "That’ll have to wait, because guess what I got!" She slapped a stack of tickets down onto the table, her grin widening.
The boys leaned in to look. The tickets gleamed gold, dusted in glitter, with “CARNIVAL” stamped in bold red letters across the front.
Haechan's eyes went wide. “Oh. My. God. Carnival tickets?! How did you get these? I heard they sold out in five minutes this year because Bruno Mars is headlining!”
Miki shrugged, straightening her jacket collar with a smug smile. “Your girl has her ways.”
Jisung’s brow furrowed. “Wait... why are there six tickets?”
Miki’s confidence faltered, her grin turning nervous. “Okay, so... hear me out. It’s our senior year, right? Might be our last carnival together, and who knows what’ll happen next year. Maybe you guys will make new friends in college, or I’ll end up dating a trust fund baby and living on a yacht—”
“Just spit it out, Miki,” Haechan interrupted, rolling his eyes.
“Iwasthinkingwecouldbringdatesthisyear” Miki finishes quickly, words rolling out of her mouth.
Both boys stared at her blankly. Jisung muttered, “Huh?” at the same time Haechan raised an eyebrow and said, “English, Miki. English.”
Miki took a deep breath. “I was thinking we could all bring dates to the carnival this year.”
Silence hung between them for a beat too long. Jisung looked over at Haechan, who had frozen mid-bite.
“Wait, what?” Jisung finally asked, his brows drawing together. “Like… actual dates?”
Miki’s gaze flicked from Haechan to Jisung and back. “It’s senior year, you know? We’ve only got one more Carnival, and who knows where we’ll all be next year.” Her fingers fidgeted with her jacket collar. “Besides, wouldn’t it be fun to… I don’t know… make it memorable?”
Jisung’s chest tightened. The carnival was their thing, just the three of them. He tried to imagine someone else standing there, laughing at Haechan’s lame jokes, someone else sitting on his favorite ride, the one he and Miki had ridden every year since middle school. It was a symbol of their friendship, and he felt a pang of loss at the thought of it changing.
He opened his mouth to protest but was cut off by Haechan. “I think that’s a great idea! We’re seniors; it’s time to live a little and make some teenage memories. Honestly, I’m tired of having my head stuck up your asses—I’d much rather have it in someone else’s!” Haechan laughed at his own joke.
“Gross!” Miki exclaimed, playfully smacking his shoulder.
Jisung glanced at Miki and Haechan, their eyes wide with expectation, silently urging him to agree.
“It’s fine with me too,” he chuckled, forcing a grin. “Good luck finding an ass, Haechan!” But the smile stretched across his face felt a little too forced, a thin veneer hiding the uncertainty swirling inside him.
Description: Jisung is your standard awkward high school student: he plays video games till 2 a.m., cleans his room only when his mother nags him for the hundredth time, and struggles to form coherent sentences in front of the girl he's been crushing on: Kim Yeri. With the annual summer fair coming up, The Carnival, and college looming on the horizon, he finally plucked up the courage to ask her out, and to his surprise, she agreed. This should be it: he's finally getting his chance at the sappy high school romance he's been waiting for, so then why can't he stop thinking about the little mole on the lower right corner of his best friend's lips?
Allergen Warning: Profanity, Crude Humor, Kiss, etc.
Other Specifications: oc pairing
Price: 0.5k
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Bad Boy Ben
Jisung glanced at the red numbers flashing on top of his dresser: 2:00. Sighing, he pressed pause on his video game, before leaning back on his chair. He glanced over at his untouched Physics book shoved to the corner of his desk, he should be studying for that physics test he has tomorrow and certainly not playing video games at 2 in the morning, but Jisung was never really the best decision maker. Stretching out his arms and legs, he let out a long, satisfying yawn.
“Hot~”
Jisung quickly shut his mouth, turning toward the noise to find a bushy-haired girl sticking her head through his bedroom window, her grin as bright as the moonlight spilling into the room. With a playful wink, she pushed up the window and let herself into his room.
“Miki, you do realize I have a door, don't you?” Jisung asked, disbelief etched onto his face as he watched his best friend nonchalantly hop onto his bed, tucking her arms under her head.
“Yes, Mr. Andy Park, but where's the fun in that?”
Jisung's ears tinged pink at the sound of his English name, murmuring, he continued, “I knew I shouldn’t have told you my English name.”
“I think its cute~”
“Why are you here?” he asked, attempting to sound annoyed but failing miserably.
“Obviously to play those new games you got,” she replied, her eyes gleaming with excitement.
“It’s 2 AM! You’re two hours late! I’m going to sleep,” Jisung said, shooing Miki off his bed, but her protests fell on deaf ears as she reluctantly got up.
Miki glanced over at the flashing Mario Kart letters on the screen and groaned. “You’re playing Mario Kart again?! What about the new games?”
“Mario Kart is a masterpiece that transcends time and space. It is only fitting that the best plays the best,” Jisung declared, puffing out his chest dramatically.
Miki rolled her eyes at his theatrics. She patted his shoulder with a sympathetic smile. “Sung… it’s okay to be boring. Not everyone can be as fun as yours truly.”
“Hey! I’m fun,” Jisung huffed,“I’ll prove it to you.”
“Oh, will you now?” Miki leaned in, her interest piqued. “Fine, we’ll play your ancient—”
“Classic”
“Right.. classic video game, but loser runs around the block… naked”
Miki smirked as she observed Jisung lose his cool, mouth opening and closing like a fish. “There is no way I'm doing that!”
Miki whined, “Jisung~”
“No way, I'll get arrested.”
“I thought you were a fighter, Sung. I didn't think you'd accept defeat so easily.”
“No, I’m not! It’s just that I—” Jisung stammered, his brain scrambling for a coherent argument as Miki raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying his flustered state.
With a defeated sigh, he relented, “Fine.”
Miki beams in triumph. “Yay! I knew my Andy Park was secretly a bad boy Ben”
I’m super excited to introduce my newest Special — Kiss and Tell. It’s a project I’ve been thinking about for a while now and while I’ve only been writing drabbles or short oneshots, I really wanted to try my hand at writing longer stories. I don’t know how long each story will be and I don’t know how long this project will take, but I hope that you’ll support me on my writing journey.
These stories will be written in a 3rd person limited (members thoughts) with fem ocs.
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For centuries, kisses have been a way to express emotions, and whether it’s a passionate liplock between lovers or a loving kiss from parent to child, each kiss has a story behind it. Kiss and Tell follows the lives of 7 young men, all at different stages of life, and the story behind their kiss.
Jisung’s Story
Jisung is your standard awkward high school student: he plays video games till 2 a.m., cleans his room only when his mother nags him for the hundredth time, and struggles to form coherent sentences in front of the girl he’s been crushing on: Kim Yeri. With the annual summer fair coming up, The Carnival, and college looming on the horizon, he finally plucked up the courage to ask her out, and to his surprise, she agreed. This should be it: he’s finally getting his chance at the sappy high school romance he’s been waiting for, so then why can’t he stop thinking about the little mole on the lower right corner of his best friend’s lips
Item: Bites, Desert
Allergen Warnings: Profanity, Crude Humor, etc.
Expected Release: In August
Haechan’s Story
Haechan has always been the funny guy, always putting a smile on other people’s faces and making them feel as if they’ve known each other for years, even if they’ve just met for a few minutes. So when he finally meets the girl with impeccable timing for jokes that almost rivals his… almost, you can bet he married her as soon as he could. But life has a funny way of sneaking up on you when you least expect it, and Haechan’s idyllic life is shattered in an instant.
Item: Bites, Namericano
Allergen Warnings: Major Character Death, Pregnancy, Grief, etc.
Mark’s Story
Mark is twenty-two years old, a recent college graduate, young, capable, and ready to face the world. Sure, he earned a degree in Musical Composition, which, in hindsight, may not be the safest career choice. Still, it was a crucial part of him, and with a support system like his, his loving parents, sympathetic brother, and an angel of a girlfriend, who wouldn’t pursue it. But Mark wasn’t prepared for the world to come to him; he is offered a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, the only problem being that it is halfway across the globe — truly putting the distance in long distance. Mark must decide whether his love or his dream is more important to him.
So, how did you end up in Jisung's car, holding flowers and wearing something other than your old over-worn sweatpants? To be honest, you're not sure either. If you were told yesterday that Jisung Park, your socially awkward best friend, liked you and was planning on asking you out on a date, you would have scoffed and replied, "yeah, sure when cows jump over the moon." You glanced up at the full moon... no cows in sight.
Jisung cleared his throat, breaking the awkward silence that filled the car. “You look nice today.” You raised an eyebrow at his comment. Jisung was dressed to the nines today, with his white fitted shirt and black jeans emphasizing his broad shoulders and long le— you shook your head slightly to keep from staring at Jisung. "Yep, my scruffy jeans and faded T-shirt really scream next top model."
Gosh my last post got me all riled up so imma just say to all the kpop networks and fandom content creators/consumers who call out minors (with or without @) and tell other people to block them for interacting with and/or writing smut:
Y’all are fucking sick
It’s one thing for someone to say I don’t feel comfortable with minors interacting with me/my posts (valid) and it’s another thing to call them out and embarrass them for exploring their sexuality.
Fanfics are one the safest way for someone to explore what they like/don't like sexually(kinks) without actually putting themselves in a vulnerable situation. I hope y'all feel happy after ostracizing them and potentially fucking them up for life.
Anyway my stance on fiction and online harassment is shaped by the fact that I had unrestricted access to the local library from about the age of 8 and read quite a few books with fucked up content that I might have been a bit too young for and that caused absolutely no long-term damage to my mental health; meanwhile I was bullied mercilessly by my peers for several years and I’m still dealing with after-effects of that.
Hot take (and I know ppl won’t agree with me for this one):
Creative freedom is freedom in writing anything and that also means concerning topics.
I’m not saying that I don’t condone these topics but who are we to morally police someone on what someone writes about. Like where is the line? And who determines that line? And why do they get to choose the line?
I’m also terrible at explaining stuff so here’s a Reddit post that has better explanations then I do:
This graphic is fabulous. It represents a tiny crash course in rhetoric. Learn these things. Put them on your wall. Whisper them into the breeze. These are THINGS TO KNOW.
