Apr 6, 2020
Appa learns about gender neutral terms.
This post fyi is NOT meant to poke fun! Appa is a good natured character. Respect all humans folks.
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Appa learns about gender neutral terms.
This post fyi is NOT meant to poke fun! Appa is a good natured character. Respect all humans folks.
OK BUT I LOVE THE INDIAN REPRESENTATION IN KIMS CONVENIENCE AND I WISH RAJ WAS A BETTER HUMAN BEING
Bless Me: Chapter 3 1/2
A/N: This is my baby chapter. Here, we get a brief, but vital interaction between Min Joon and Taehyung. This instance will be expounded upon more in the future. Enjoy!
Word Count: 242
Warnings: None
Tag List: @btsenchanting
Playlists: Tae’s Playlist
Mystery Husbando’s Playlist
16 years later…
Taehyung stood silently in his father's office, carefully studying the man as he fidgeted with files on his large oak desk.
The prematurely graying man hadn't spoken a word, barely even acknowledging his son's presence. He continued about his business, ignoring Taehyung's attempts to engage him.
Taehyung hated being ignored.
"Appa. Explain why you summoned me or I'll be taking my leave. I've already wasted far too much valuable time entertaining this childishness."
At this, Min Joon ceased his movements, sitting utterly still. Then, he began to chuckle, eventually erupting into loud, oddly gleeful guffaws. Taehyung watched, a confused and disconcerted scowl set on his lips.
"Why on earth are you laughing? Is something funny?"
It took him a moment longer, but eventually, Joon slowed his laughter, wiping his eyes of tears.
"No...well, yes actually." Standing, he rounded his desk, sitting on the edge.
"I'm just so relieved. You've made my job that much easier."
Taehyung quirked a brow at this. "What do you mean?"
Joon approached him then, clapping a heavy hand on his shoulder.
"You're the only one of your brothers to take the initiative and address me first. Not even cold Yoongi or confident Jungkook dared speak so boldly. From a young age, I observed your…abnormalities. I'm not sure you recognize this, but you are just like me in many ways."
Min Joon smiled, offering Taehyung his hand.
"I believe I've just found my heir."
retail really be like that
Bless Me: Chapter 3- Part 2
A/N: Here’s part 2! The last portion is next. Enjoy.
Word Count: 1307
Warnings: None (I’m pretty sure)
Tag List: @btsenchanting
Playlists: Tae’s Playlist
Mystery Husbando’s Playlist
Continuing on...
He shifted back towards the table, fiddling with a few of the papers there.
“Because I inadvertently shut so much of myself off, I needed to find ways to reignite those extinguished flames. But in the process, however, I found that I could no longer do so by way of activities I used to enjoy. If you remember, I used to be a very mundane, simplistic person. That doesn’t bring me joy anymore.”
He handed her a file. It was his, a small picture of him sat in the upper left corner. A brief skim over it revealed it was a psychiatric evaluation.
“Obsessive love disorder with traits of Alexithymia and severe subdued Psychopathy.” Ji wracked her brain for a solid minute trying to process this new information. Her husband was a watered-down psychopath with a love complex?
“I know that probably sounds awful, and truthfully, it is. But it shouldn’t change your love for me.” Joon frowned, anxiously awaiting Jiyoo’s response. When she took longer than he appreciated, his hand shot forward, tightly gripping her chin.
“You won’t stop loving me, right?”
Jiyoo weighed her options. Just how unstable was he? After all they’d been through, was it really worth it, or wise, to leave him? With a final sigh, she shook her head, easing his hand away from her face.
“Of course not. I’ve survived this long.”
Min Joon gave her a pleased smile and nod. Turning back to his guests, he cleared his throat authoritatively. “Sorry to prolong our meeting gentlemen. I’m well aware this is neither the time nor the place for such sentiments.”
The large man from before, Mr. Choi, snickered. “Oh no, I was quite enjoying your little display.”
“I’m glad,” Joon spoke with a tight smile. “Now, as I’m sure you all know, we are here to review the plans for this weekend’s raid. Here I have the blueprints for Han’s warehouse.” He pulled out a map, spreading it evenly across the table. “Minseok and I spoke earlier and decided that the best method of infiltration would be through the not-so-hidden tunnel system Han has installed a few kilometers from the site. There are two entrances,” he pointed to two locations on the map. “Here and here. If we send our men in on either side, they would converge here,” he pointed to the centermost point on the map. “My source has informed me that the majority of Han operations are coordinated in this area. Apparently, it’s a heavily equipped logistics lab. Based on the intel I received, it’s safe to assume this area is just as heavily guarded...”
Somewhere along Joon’s spiel, Jiyoo unintentionally zoned out. She got the feeling that this conversation wasn’t meant for her to listen in on anyway. An uncomfortable feeling began a slow, insistent creep up her spine, finally settling on the nape of her neck. She couldn’t deny the obvious; there was something undeniably attractive about seeing her husband so assertive and professional. But that same heat in her gut concerned her to a great degree. Wasn’t it wrong to feel this way? She’d just had her suspicions confirmed that the only man she’d ever loved was a drug “strategist” and borderline psychopath. How was she supposed to respond? With shock? Horror? Disgust even?
She was pulled out of her thoughts by a hand on her shoulder. It was Joon.
“Time to go babe.”
Ji lifted an eyebrow in surprise. “So quickly?”
“Hun, you’ve been out of it for about an hour. Whatever it was you were thinking about really had you engaged.”
“But don’t meetings like this usually last longer?”
“Generally. But my boys and I are particularly efficient when it comes to handling business. And besides, this meeting was just a follow-up.”
Shrugging, Jiyoo took his proffered hand, standing and walking with him to the door. Min turned, saying his final goodbyes to his associates before they left. The elevator ride down to the lobby was silent, as was the car ride home. Jiyoo figured that aside from the obvious, there really wasn’t much to talk about.
They were careful not to make too much noise upon entering the foyer, as it was late and the kids were meant to be asleep. Just as they closed the entry door, a small commotion could be heard up on the second-floor banister. Two distinct sets of tiny footsteps pitter-pattered their way down the large grand staircase. One of their older sons, Hoseok, and the oldest of the younger ones, Jimin, skidded to a halt in front of their parents, large eyes staring up at them expectantly.
“Eomma!” Hobi, the loudest and most energetic of all their children, shouted excitedly, extending his arms as a signal that he desired a hug.
Smiling, Jiyoo lifted him with some effort, propping the heavy toddler up on her hip. “Hello haes-sal. Did you miss me?” Though she knew the answer would always be yes, it still warmed her heart to watch her baby cuddle into her neck as he murmured “ye.”
Jimin had begun to whine and fidget uncomfortably, making grabby hands toward his father in impatience. “Appa! Jjog-eulo.”
Min Joon laughed and lifted his son, tossing him up into the air and smiling as the small boy giggled. “Hey Chim. Shouldn’t you be in bed by now?” The tot shook his head.
“Ani. Miss you and eomma.”
Hobi and Jimin were by far their most sensitive children. Neither could tolerate being away from either parent for too long unless they were distracted. It was no surprise then that they were the first to greet them. Setting the tots down, Joon and Jiyoo directed them to the kitchen, offering each a snack of their choice; Hobi generally chose seaweed chips and Jimin was partial to Hotteok. He’d usually just squeeze out the filling and dip the bread pieces into it. He was also really fond of sharing.
“Appa, eomma, meogeo,” Jimin cheered, offering filling coated pieces of sweet bread to each parent. Min and Ji smiled at one another, before each taking the bite right out of Jimin’s hands.
After a while, another, more solid set of steps could be heard meandering down the staircase. After a moment, a tuft of flat, meticulously styled brunette hair could be seen. It belonged to Taehyung, Jimin’s twin brother and Min and Jiyoo’s sixth child. The boy wore a perpetual frown, and despite his young age and small stature, could make anyone of any age believe he was looking down on them.
“Tae Tae!” Jimin squealed happily seeing his twin, hopping down from his stool and waddling over to the other boy to pull him into a tight hug.
Little Taehyung sneered, squirming in his brother’s unyielding grip. “Jiminie-pabo, gaja.”
The unusually stern tone to his voice made sensitive Jimin immediately pull back with a frown. “Mianhae,” he whispered going back to finish his late-night snack.
“Taehyung,” the boy’s father spoke then, eyes narrowed in displeasure. “You should be more careful about the way you treat your brother. You know how sensitive he is.”
Jiyoo couldn’t help but feel that was her line, but she let him continue nonetheless.
"Mianhae." Taehyung drawled sarcastically, rolling his naturally hazel eyes. A very unusual trait he shared with his father.
The man in question grunted, nodding.
Taking his seat beside Jimin, Taehyung snatched a piece of his snack, staring both his parents down as he chewed.
"You're late."
Min Joon chuckled, shaking his head. "Are we late getting home, or are you late staying up?"
Taehyung nodded, finally swallowing. "Touché. Try not to be late again. I can't be bothered with worrying." Turning, Taehyung hopped down from his seat, making his way back up the stairs.
The quartet watched him leave, all silent until Hoseok spoke up.
"Tae Tae scawy."
Don’t mess with the Appa!