BewhY and Khundi Panda: A Proper Explanation to What Happened on the Radio
BewhY and Khundi Panda are receiving a lot of backlash from their recent radio appearance on that Day6′s Young K hosted. However lots of of their criticism is severely unjustified. English articles by AllKpop and Koreaboo are spreading false descriptions of what happened on the show and mistranslating what the artists said and fabricating the context in which the things said by BewhY and Khundi Panda.Â
The articles are saying that the two artists were rude and unprofessional and have been misleading international readers about the apologies from the artists, saying that their agency released an apology. Their agency released and apology and then the artists gave their individual apologies on their Instagram accounts.Â
I’m not fluent in Korean but I will link two posts that give a true account of what happened on the show.
A lot of people are sending lots of hate towards the two artists about totally unrelated things, that would be unjustified even if the two artists were actually rude on the show. It’s so upsetting to see everyone jump to false conclusions from false infomation and twitter headlines.
I know this will not reach many people but, I sincerely ask you to properly research this incident before saying anything. I too was dissapointed by them when I first saw the false headlines, however after properly looking into it you will see that it is all false.Â
It’s as soon as the shabby brown haired boy walks into the apartment building that Chishiya is interested. Partnered with his tall blonde hair companion, Arisu doesn’t take muck notice of the silver haired figure hidden in the corner except for the device on the floor.
Chishiya continues to watch Arisu throughout the game, assessing his skills and examining his game technique. Inexperienced but capable enough, he thinks, as he watches Arisu scramble along the corridors jerking at each door handle. He’d be a good edition to the beach, he considers. He wonders what Kuina would think about him, she’d probably be on board with it, selfless and kind as always she is.Â
When Chishiya meets him at the door, he’s impressed but not surprised. There’s this almost electric feeling that Chishiya feels, after many repetitive days of clearing games, collecting cards and putting up with the mindless fools at the beach there seems to be a break in the system. A change in the flow of the river.
“Are you going to open it,” Chishiya asks pre-emptively, nodding at the respective door handle.
“If this is the safe room, then why didn’t the tagger just wait here and shoot us of as we approached?” Arisu asks back.Â
“Seems like there is something we don’t know,” Chishiya states, “but we haven’t got the time to wonder about that.” Chishiya produces the diminishing time from his phone encouraging Arisu to open the door.Â
They edge into the room slowly, inspecting it for any surprises. It’s as soon as Chishiya turns his head to the side that the second tagger explodes out of their hiding place and blasts the room with bullets. Chishiya screams at Arisu to move and whips out his amateur taser and throws it at the second tagger.Â
The tagger settles on the floor and they both move towards the second door, Chishiya is staring at the back of Arisu’s head, trying to make out what’s there in he low light. They’re only just there at the tagger jerks forward at them again, bullets raining down on them and Chishiya darts to the first door, slamming it behind him. His heart is hammering against his chest as he hears the continuous thunder of the bullets beating against the second door.Â
He hears the clash of broken glass form behind the door, he cracks it open and peers through the sliver. There’s nothing there. He advances further and sees the tagger wrestling with Arisu on the floor of the second room, hurrying backwards as a string of bullets splatter over the wall next to him.Â
He hurls the taser at the short haired girl that burst through the window, she takes the initiative and thrusts it into the leg of the tagger, causing them to trip and free Arisu of their hold. The two of them rush to the buttons, hitting them with all their might. Chishiya pulls out his phone and watches as the timer stops right before it’s end. Once again, Chishiya thinks, everyone else has done the dirty work for me.
The other two move out the room disturbed and agitated at the scene before them, the previously clean white walls now covered in thick deep red blood. It was not a pretty sight.
As Chishiya walks back to the beach after collecting the card and his visa days, he continues to think of Arisu and his usefulness. He forces himself to think of Arisu in his scheme but the can’t stop going back tot he picture of the two of them in the room, the minimal light over his tuffs of messy hair. He takes deep breaths and compels himself to move on and not stop in his place when he thinks of the slightly hunched shoulders and insecure form that was standing before him just minutes ago. He won’t admit it to himself, but he hopes that he meets him again. Â
Arisu finishes the game and joins up with Karube at the entrance, departing form the girl that was with him in the girl. The walk back silently to the shopping centre in an effort to process what just happened. Innocent bloodshed and useless death. Arisu thinks of the other man that was with him. He watched the chaos ensue down below while he was safe in his spot above. Smart, Arisu thinks, but selfish.Â
When he’s back at the shopping centre with Chota and Shibuki he stills thinks of the game, playing it over and over in his head. He goes over all the small details, the blue wristbands on the other men’s wrists, the second tagger, even the length between the doors along the corridors. Karube calls him over to eat and plan for the next day. While the four of them are eating, Arisu silently thinks of the exchange he had with the mysterious man, whishing that they could have talked for longer. He’s grabbing at the seconds he spent him outside that room, pausing each one of them and wallowing in the moments.
He hopes that he will meet him again, before he dies.
When they meet again, it’s only a glance in the lobby of the beach hotel while everyone else is zooming around to their places for the games. They lock eyes for only moments, but to Arisu, it feels like the world is freezing and falling away behind him as he stares into the vast lengths of Chishiya’s brown eyes, but Usagi tugs on his sleeve and he is pulled back into the real world.Â
When Chishiya finds Arisu in the throng of people, he feels something very peculiar for the first time. It’s bubbling in his chest and causes his insides for stir. He can feel his cheeks heating from the embarrassment, could he be feeling intimidated? There’s this light feeling in him, it’s warm and fuzzy and he’s never felt it before. He can feel his face contorting into a frown from the confusion but he quickly gets rid of it. He moves quickly towards his next game, desperately trying to forget the way Arisu made him feel.
On top of the hotel, Chishiya explains his plan to Arisu. Arisu is already feeling excited, his head is not tinkering like it usually does, it’s swimming through the new flow of emotions it finds itself in. Arisu doesn’t realise that it’s all a hoax, a trick to get him off Chishiya’s plate. He lets himself be enamoured with Chishiya’s intellect and forgets to question the holes in the plan.
Chishiya’s heart is breaking, but he knows it’s for the best. He hides his sweating palms in the pockets of his jacket and distracts himself by walking around, it takes so much effort to look Arisu in the eye and lie to him. He wants to give in so bad and just take him away with him without hurting him, but he made a promise to himself to not let anyone get in his way of survival, even if it makes him want to die.
Arisu is screaming and Chishiya can almost hear it. Still, Chishiya unwaveringly moves on, removing the painting off the wall and punching the numbers into the safes key, taking the cards and placing the picture back on the wall again. Like clockwork, Chishiya’s plan prevails.
However, what Chishiya’s plan does not make margin for is heart ache. Chishiya knows what room Arisu is in, he knows he can stop the screaming, the fighting , the torture, but he doesn’t make the turn at the intersection of the hotel corridors.Â
Arisu is screaming, screaming with a fire of rage that roars through his lungs but sticky black tape at the end locks his mouth shut, causing the turmoil to rebound inside of him. Arisu was seething, his veins are bulging out of his skin and his fists denting the wooden chair he sits on. He couldn’t be more mad at himself, how could he not see it, Chishiya most definitely could. While he was wrapped up in thinking about him, Chishiya was plotting and toying with him for his own gain. How could he be such a fool? It was the most rudimentary thing- don’t trust anyone.
Arisu could only sit there and scream his heart out. The river that had been flowing so peacefully and tranquil had now been turned into a raging storm and he was sure that Chishiya would see it some day
(Make up request for @zinnia-22. Hope you enjoy this.)
Plot: You meet Jay at the bar you work and after desperately trying to avoid from there on you can’t ignore your growing likeness for him.
You rinsed out the last glass of the batch and placed it on the drying rack on the side. Wiping the sweat from your forehead, you grabbed a dried rack of glasses onto the counter out the front. The process of placing the glasses into the assigned spots was one you had repeated many times, day in and day out, you shifted the crockery, pulled pints and mixed drink at the bar you worked on, toiling for the pay check at the end of the month. All silently and alone, you avoided people so that you could focus solely on making your way through college and making a life for your self, the bartending in shabby neighbourhood for daft drunkards was merely a step in the process, nothing too important.
After successfully locating the spots for each glass you wiped your hands on a rag and turned to serve the dwindling number of customers that leant on the bar counter in their drunken state of the late night.Â
The hours were passing and you’re hands were wearing as you looked at the clock, egging the hands to move faster to strike the lucky number that freed you from a draining shift. You pushed your hand to move the cloth across the surfaces of the tables, willing your self to reach the end of the sequence and pass the time.Â
The night was slowly dying and the customers were making the way out bit by bit. “They’ll be gone soon enough,” you reminded yourself. As the last figure passed through the door way, you nearly jumped over the counter rushing to close the shutters and lock the liquor away for the night, leaving everything neat for the owner to open up tomorrow. You finally clocked out, shoved your coat over your shoulders and made your way out the back door into the neighbouring alleyway.Â
You could see the lingering customers outside the bars entrance up ahead as you stuck the key into the key hole. You were only walking up to the main street as the machine pounding erupted and pieces of brick wall blasted into the air, the shock causing you to drop to your feet and hide into your knees.Â
You could see the running forms in the distance, warping around your head, the lights before your eyes blurring your view. You could feel your self slowly falling into the ground, your flesh grazing roughly against the gravel as it lost all buoyancy.Â
The metal hammering came to a stop, the brick walls wavering in your sight. Your throat raw from the metallic smoke that grated against it, and eyes watering form the sting.Â
There was something closing into you from the distance, you jerked away and slammed your hands onto the bar door, trying to escape the scene, even though fear had locked your knees to the ground. The figure was moving closer and you scrambled to the door racking on the door handle, begging that the shape would pass you by.
You could hear your own shrieks as a pair of hands landed on your shoulders, the weight forcing your body to crumble back into a ball again.
“Hey! Hey! I’m not going to hurt you! Are you okay?” they asked hurriedly. The panic had washed through your body making you a frantic mess and you skittishly backed away. You let a string of mumbles and groans as you tried to piece your mind back together.
“Hey, it’s okay, they’re gone now,” they said. You rolled your head and looked up, you recognised him as someone from the bar tonight. You could barely make out his features under the dimming light and the terrible pounding in your head.
“Get off of me!” you exclaimed. The last thing you needed was something laying their hands on you after the racket you had just been through, “I don’t need your help! Go away!”
You managed to stand up and release yourself from his grip. The air was whizzing through your chest and your mind was spinning but you still compelled yourself to drag your body against the wall until you made it to the main street.Â
It had only been a few weeks since the incident when you saw him again. This time it was actually inside the bar.Â
“Hey, could I get two vodka cokes?” he asks while your eyes are still centred on the glasses underneath the counter.Â
“Yeah, sure. Just give me a sec,” you say grabbing the glasses for the drinks, still not knowing who ordered it. You assembled the drink in a timely manner and finally placed them on top of the counter, calling for the customer that ordered it. You couldn’t contain the bewilderment that washed over your face when you made out the same person from that night in the alleyway.Â
“Oh, hey. It’s you again. You okay from that night?” he asks once he realises it’s you. You feel a tiny bit guilty from the way you treated him that night due to his seeming constant compassionate nature
“Yeah, I’m fine. Sorry for being so hostile that night, I was really scared,” you apologised, slightly lowering your head as you spoke to him to show your modest embarrassment from your bitterness.Â
“Oh, it’s okay. I would have been the same,” he states, showing his forgiveness, “I’m Jay, and you?” he asks.
“Y/n, but I’m not interested in anything right now so don’t try,” you tell him firmly while you start drying washed glasses.Â
“I’m sure I can change that,” he says confidently to you giving you his bright smile.Â
“No, you can’t,” you shut him down, not being budged by his charm.
Against your own will, you could not stop replaying the few seconds you had spent talking to him in your head the days after. When you were at the bar, you struggled to supress the hope that he might walk in. While you where in lectures you wondered what he was doing and then mentally chastised yourself for such foolish thinking. You mind began to wander to him, his face, his smile, his voice.Â
It only got worse when he entered the bar gain a month later. You were, just like many nights, going through the process of making drinks, cleaning glasses, arranging cabinets and settling bills, when he walked in, his jacket flapping around him and his dorky smile plastered on his face.
He walked right up to the counter and said, “hey, you’re here again.”
“Yeah,” you said, “I’m pretty much here every night.”
“So, what about the nights you aren’t here?” he asked mischievously, you could tell that he had already been drinking tonight and that he had purposefully made his way here. Could it be to see you?
“Not much really, just college student stuff,” you answered, not trying to give away much. “What about you?” you asked.
“Not much really, just...” he faltered, failing in mocking you as his mind went blank from the alcohol. You chuckled at his mishap, but that only seemed to further comedically enrage him. “Hey, what are you laughing at,” he whined, replacing his grand smile with a childish pout. As much as you didn’t want to give in to his charms, you couldn’t help but let your heart beam at his childish antics as they filled you with a warm glow under the low lights of the room.
“You,” you answered, unknowingly smiling at him while he started back up at you from the stool he sat on.
You managed to drag a mellow conversation from him, just talking about the menial and small things in life while you learnt more about him. Once he had finished his drinks and was out rightly tipsy he boldly asked, “ so what do you think of our first dates?”
It took you by surprise. Date? Did he consider this a date? Had you unknowingly participated in a date with him? Was this part of his scheme to win you over?Â
“Yeah, I know, not a great first date, but I could take you on a hundred amazing other ones.” he states, looking at your eyes as if to ask for permission to do so. It almost seems as if the alcohol has slightly worn off and he’s becoming serious or the alcohol is making him loose all sense. You bit the inside of your lip, silently deliberating the choice in your mind.Â
Your breaths were coming our harder and your hands felt heavier and hotter. “Why not,” you tell him. It was here you finally let yourself go, freed yourself from your expectations and rules for yourself. You judged that there couldn’t be too much harm in letting yourself feel happy with him. After all, it was why you made those rules and limits for yourself, to protect yourself.
He smiles at you once again, his eyes lighting up and he takes your hands in his, “you won’t regret it.”
I don't know if you write smut . Can I request Jay Park's smut with OC who is a virgin and it is here first time ...but Jay is so gentle with her ???
Yes, I'll try. It might not be amazing cuz it would be my first time writing it and sorry for the late reply i only just saw this now, sorry! I"ll get right to it. Have a good day! Ciara
Unfortunately, after multiple attempts to write this scene, I was unable to produce anything of a high quality and to be honest, I did feel a bit uncomfortable doing it. I hope you can understand and I’m very sorry for not being able to help you. For future requests, I probably won’t be writing any smut due to my limited writing field, once again sorry to anyone who would like smut scenarios, I really just have no idea how to do it.Â
I don't know if you write smut . Can I request Jay Park's smut with OC who is a virgin and it is here first time ...but Jay is so gentle with her ???
Yes, I'll try. It might not be amazing cuz it would be my first time writing it and sorry for the late reply i only just saw this now, sorry! I"ll get right to it. Have a good day! Charlie
Requested for Queennie. I hope you enjoy this and it brings you comfort, ciara.
Even wrapped into a bundle of sheets and tucked away into the corner of your room, there was still a chill that surrounded you. You were trapped into a clump of emotions anger, frustration, despair and envy. You were choking on your own sadness, neck deep in your own misery. Each breath that left your throat felt exhausting, your body was completely empty of strength, you didn’t even have the energy to move your limbs under the sheets.Â
You shivered as the cold air hit your back as some one lifted the covers up. Their arms running over yours and their head resting into the dip between your neck and shoulders. The warmth finally felt complete at last, the cold air that encompassed you gradually edging away from your figure. The weight of him behind you filled your centre and you meshed into his form , closing your tired eyes at the comfort. The bitter feelings finally shattered and were replaced with comfort.
“It’s hard isn’t it,” he whispers to you into your ear, “no one ever tells you the pain that can come your way, right.” You nodded in agreement. Your chest and his were rising and falling with each other in harmony, he was drawing circles on the back of your hand as you lent your back into his front.Â
“I want you to know that I’m here for you, let all your emotions out on to me. It’s okay to be this way, it’s okay to fire up with your rage and collapse with your misery. I’m not going anywhere, I want to be here with you and wipe all your tears and treat all your wounds,” he spoke, digging his head into your back in an effort to get you to turn to him.
When you finally did, he seized you in his arms and brought you to him tightly. Your heart beat strongly next to each other, pounding and resounding with love. He held your sides gently, whispering, “there’s nothing to be ashamed of, you’re living here with me and that’s amazing.” You couldn’t help but fall further into him, slumping into his chest be embraced by him.Â
The fact that he was here looking after you even when her had so many troubles, he really did love you and you were forever grateful for him. “ You know, I don’t think I could ever get you out of my head. Your eyes, scent and warmth, I don’t think I could go with out it. I have found a beautiful treasure in you, it shines brightly and blazes with fire and I so wish that you would adorn yourself on the outside with it,” he tells you.
“You are so incredible amazing, when you shine you illuminate cities and when you are angry you cause empire to fall, you are so infinitely extraordinary and rare,” he speaks. His words just cause you to further sink into your endless resource of love for him. Â
The night was beginning to grow with the darkness setting in over the room, the suns radiant beams fading away, but you were no longer scared. Being slowly lulled away by him next to you, you feel into the comfort of the mattress and heavy eyes finally resting, you fell away into the night no longer fearing the day ahead.
Simply because I’m bored these days, I will take requests to write oneshots for K-HipHop artists. Just request an artist and give a small outline of what you would like the piece to be about, it can just be one line. Please request and I will try to write quality pieces as quick as possible. Thank you.Â
lowkey kinda wrote something on TK and Nanno from ep.8 fro Girl From Nowhere you can check it out here https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13462892/1/The-Gentle-Wind
