☆ pork bun princess ☆

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jumpxn:

     ;His eyes slowly squinted itself at the figure beside him, a questionable look was thrown at them as brows knitted medially in an act of thinking. Was it his turn to take the pork bun or was it theirs? Well, he didn’t mind waiting a little bit more so..

                      “Uhm.. You can take the                        first one..”

『 *✲ﾟ* 』

    Oh, was it her turn? She couldn't remember, but, since he was offering--     "--ah, thank you," the exchange student bowed her head slightly, reaching      out to take the bun . . . only for it to slip from her fingers, and fall to the floor.      Jiayi stared at the lone bun now spoiled, eyes flickering back to the remaining      pile--there was only one left now.

                   ". . . oh. Uhhh--it's yours, yours."

[celupus]

Oh my god I think within a week of having Brody I hit 100 and then people KEPT COMING. Brody was literally a muse I made on the fly because I was like, why the fu ck not, right? I wasn’t planning on making him but thanks to the lovely Katie, she made me make him in her own way. And well, a lot of stuff has happened and I’m so grateful to each and everyone one of you who put up with me! Thank you all so much, and I’m sorry for my shitty 5 minute edit!

[celupus]

The Best I've Ever Had.

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( euslaint )

╳⋮⟩⟩ zhainu

"I can’t believe you’re trying to carry that all by yourself, would you like some help?" 

『 *✲ﾟ* 』

     『 *✲ﾟ* 』

    "Ah, really?! Thank you, thank you!      Careful, that one has a lot of eggs."

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 ( slitheringout )

                    howell couldn’t focus in school.  That was  what his teachers said,                     anyway.  They called his daydreams  flights of fancy,  moments of                     whimsy and nothing more.  They didn’t know he was preoccupied                     with other things,  with the gift  he still had no idea to control,  and                     he could  feel the  stress of  his  sister’s  judgment and  his  grand-                     mother’s  disappointment  weighing  on  his  shoulders.  It  should                     have made him want to do even better in school,  to prove that he                     could, but cowardice won out, and he was shutting down.

                    He shoved  the school  doors open after yet  another meeting  with                     one  of  his  teachers  and  stopped on  the  sidewalk  just  outside.                     Part  of him wanted  to light something on fire;  another wanted  to                     kick  something over,  because how did  he  express  anything  he                     was feeling when he no one to turn to, who would believe him?

                    He smelled smoke.

                    Howell  glanced down to see his backpack had caught fire,   and he                     let  out a  yelp as  he  threw it  onto the ground  and stomped it  out                     with  his foot.  It wasn’t  until he  glanced up that  he saw  someone                     standing just down the sidewalk, watching. A girl.

                    ”Uh,” he started after a long pause. “I can explain.”

『 *✲ﾟ* 』

    She had just finished her deliveries, the last box of dumplings being     her own for lunch. Though Jiayi preferred eating at home, where she     could watch TV and yawn and blow her nose in peace, there were times     she thought she would pass out from starvation before reaching home     after her route. Right now her hunger was wavering on the edge, causing     the girl to wonder if it was worth stopping--when suddenly, a flash of     light caught her eye. FIRE. Fire !

     That boy's backpack was on fire! How did that even happen?! Jia was      speechless as he quickly threw it off, putting the fire out with his foot.      What did . . . wow, the UK really was different from Taiwan. Maybe she      had watched too much television recently; her first reaction was to clap      --slowly at first, then building. "Ah, wow, that's very good!" Her eyes      were wide, mouth slowly pulling into a smile as she nodded. Was this like      one of those hidden camera/magician shows her dad loved to watch?

     She had no idea how to say those words in English, however, so she      she went with something simpler. "You're good. A little young, though?"

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( sawakool )

               ` eh—- to bad what didn’t kill you ?a-are you okay ? ?                        you’re not hurt, are you ?` she questioned as she would                        examine the other to make sure there were no marks                        or anything of the like on her.

『 *✲ﾟ* 』

     ”—ah, it's nothing, just--a . . .  car almost hit me        back there, but I'm okay. I just . . . I'm so tired,        Sawako-san." Jia moaned, head hung. Technically,        it had actually been a motorcycle, but she had no         idea how to say that in Japanese. 

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( uisim )

     'That.' Ah. Immediately his gaze followed the cast of      her arm, revealing, well, several items stuck in a tree.      Including her shoes, but it all added up in that instance,      the bewildering puzzle pieces falling into place. Already,      the footballer’s mind had drifted away from curiosity over      this girl’s accent and ( apparently minimal ) grasp of Korean.      He didn’t mind it, instead looking back to her to see her brow      furrow as she further spoke, seemingly upset either with trying      to guess her way through words or having lost her purse and shoes.       Eungyeol would guess it was some combination of both.

  ❝ O-oh! Your shoes! ❞       Gaze once more was cast between the tree and the girl, his      own brow creasing in confusion as well. ❝ How did that      happen? ❞ But he hadn’t waited for a response,      instead waving a dismissive hand.

  ❝ Aish, nevermind that. I don’t want you to lose mine up there      as well! I’ll get them down for you. ❞      And already, was he talking too much? He knew he tended      to talk a lot, but he didn’t want to leave her in the dust or      something. But with a smile and a quick thumbs up, he      straightened and moved towards the tree, hands      on hips as he studied it.       ( He was a full twenty centimeters taller than her, after all. )      So with a small running start and a foot placed upon the tree      for extra leverage, he managed to grasp the first branch,      grunting with effort as he heaved himself up.

『 *✲ﾟ* 』

     Though Jiayi usually could understand most of what people      were saying to her (since it wasn't as if she wasn't having any      deep conversations yet). Her lack of confidence with her Korean,      however, typically made her seem like some tourist who was only      hear on a quick vacation, maybe to watch some KPOP group. But      that was hardly the case. 

     She was about to attempt to explain what happened, but, the boy      seemed to get jist of it already, and Jiayi was thankful. But then he      started talking about something else--something about his shoes,      and then? Jia caught the word down. Before she could even assume      what he meant, he gave her a thumbs up, and ran towards the tree. 

    "--aiyo-ahhh! What ! . . . uhhhhhhh . . . " He was going to climb up there      for her? But it was dangerous! And if something happened, well--Jiayi      barely even spoke the language! Repeating an "ah ah ah" of slight panic,      she pulled out her translator, which thankfully had been in her pocket      instead of her purse (her wallet, phone, and keys, however...). But she soon      realized the only thing she could think of saying in the moment, she already      knew how to, and thus the girl moved closer towards the tree, one hand      cupping her mouth as she called up. "ARE YOU OKAY?? Really?! Is this      really okay?!" she was wincing just watching, not a fan of daredevil       stunts--not after her brother had once got a gash in his head and she had      to stare at his scarecrow, stitched up face for weeks.

     Fingers quickly typed into the translator, the girl pressing her ear to it as      she copied the pronunciator. "Don't--DON'T BE A HERO!" Jia shouted,      eyeing the thin branches with horror.

[bluxhing]

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fivehundrxdkelvin:

              ‘ Hi ! You’re the new girl, right ?! Aw, you’re so adorable !                 Let  me  introduce  myself              I’m  Akio.  Hăo  nĭ ! ’

『 *✲ﾟ* 』

     ”—ah, uh, yes! Hi, Akio! It's nice to meet you.        I'm Jiayi Lin. I'm happy to be working with you, Akio!”

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xhutao:

"I’m still hungry."

『 *✲ﾟ* 』

     "--here." 

       [ she hands over a box of           dumplings she was supposed          to deliver-- only her grandpa's          friend hadn't been home ]

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excavox:

                ❛┆☤┆███ Eyes widened minimally at her revelation before falling to         normal width. He resists the apology on his tongue, uncertain it is appropriate         here; her statement is a matter-of-fact that went against his expectations, not         a scolding for some improper behavior or jest. These situations are just as         foreign to him as helping another pick out a pair of new shoes. ❝Good — that         he won’t scold you, I mean. It’s good to be open to strangers. It’s becoming         rarer and rarer.❞ Not without reason, of course. Distrust of strangers matched         local crime rates and often saved as many people as it hindered. Still, there’s         a certain charm to the idea of a peaceful community.

        ❝Were you the only one who moved here? What about the rest of your family?         Did they come too?❞ He doesn’t mean her entire family, naturally, just the         immediate relatives commonly associated — a mother, a father, and siblings.         Moving between countries required difficult changes and he knew adjusting         alone provided only more challenges. If nothing else, she had her grandfather.         ❝And your grandfather, what’s his name?❞ Given the previous information,         he isn’t entirely comfortable with asking the man himself. Not offending or         discomforting him is too important.

『 *✲ﾟ* 』

      "...yeah. It's different at home, but my town was very, very small."         Back home in tiny Pingxi, most people knew everyone, at least in their         area. She missed that kind of closeness, but it was hard to just create         the same feeling over here, especially when Jiayi wasn't completely          fluent yet. And even if the day came when she was, there was still...that         strange feeling of not belonging, sitting deep in her chest, heavy there.         But she ignored it, knowing it wasn't important compared to what her         duty here was. When Archie began talking about her family, she began         wondering when their next video chat would be.        "Just me! Everyone has work to do back home, but I didn't know what          my job would be . . . and there's school, so I came. My mom, dad, and          brother are still in Pingxi." She felt a little lonelier saying it out loud, but,          at least she had met someone knew today. Jiayi was slightly surprised           when Archie asked for her grandfather's name--but then, happy he did,          really happy. Most people just tended to regard her grandfather politely,          but ignore him still. "Name? Ah, Yi Ming Han. You can just call him Mr. Yi.          He likes old soap operas, cats, and morning tai chi."

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wovngjae:

The tables have turned and now he’s the confused one.

      “ Páoxiāo? ” 

He repeats, massively bewildered. If Minwoo was right here right now, his dongsaeng would have definitely  laughed at his face with matching index finger pointed at him. He always had difficulty learning languages. Three different sets of writing systems for Japanese gave him a headache. Mandarin is out of the topic. Surprisingly, English came easy for him and he became three out of nine members who spoke the language well. Thank god for Skins!

He let out a hearty laugh at her question. She has a good point. He hasn’t it that way, but yet, KPOP lyrics in general rarely made sense. Heck, their group sang about the days of the week when they debuted.

      “ It isn’t meant to be understood. It’s meant to be enjoyed.       If you want, I can ask one of the people who sang that. You       definitely got me curious too. Out of all the sounds that could       be possibly made, why growl? ”

『 *✲ﾟ* 』

     She makes the same claw he did earlier, nodding      and repeating with a small smile. "Páoxiāo."      And then, again, like he did--Jiayi says the English,      though her accent isn't quite as good as his. "Ga-rowl."      There's a little laugh at the end, the exchange student      pressing her lips together, making pssht sound--who      would have thought she'd be having a conversation in      three languages? And still be having trouble.

             His laugh, however, surprises Jia,              the girl not realizing she had said              something funny. Her eyes widen              as he speaks afterwards, saying              so many things that she struggles              slightly to understand, but, luckily,              she catches the last part.

    "Right? I've never . . . I don't hear people      growl a lot," she responds, brows furrowed      slightly as she thinks about it--and then his      earlier statement sinks in. "Ah--wait. Wait.      Did you say, ask the singer? How?" He had      that kind of connection? Jiayi was amazed.      Was he the president of their fan club, maybe?

[pilsuks]

the best of kim bo tong: pretty man episodes 11 and 12

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wovngjae:

Ah, so she wasn’t a native. No wonder she looked so lost and looked at him the whole time as if he was a unicorn or some sort of alien. Request granted.

With a single deep breath, Len waved the violin bow, and like a stallion galloping in the wide open, he attacked his instrument with Wieniawski’s Polonaise Brillante No. 1 from the 4th opus. It was a piece he has been practicing for the upcoming competition in his school. He continued playing as if he had no spectators, indifferent, technical, stiff and without a care in the world.

Fully aware that classical music was not for the masses, he cuts the piece and only plays half, ending his performance with one final stroke.

『 *✲ﾟ* 』

      Ah, there he went. Jiayi was no expert when it came       to classical music--her mother had tried to have her       take piano lessons when she was younger, but Jia        was no prodigy, and eventually, they decided it was       a waste of time. Still, despite her lack of knowledge        when it came to the genre . . . she could tell what she        liked. And this song was interesting, nuanced with rises       and falls just like a story. 

      She could almost picture a cartoon going on the whole       time, one of the old, silent, black and white ones. Something       about spring time, flora and fauna . . . or was it the preparations       before winter? She didn't know, eyes shifting over to the performer.       He was serious, dead serious, like winter after all. But when he       finished, Jiayi clapped properly, nodding along. Instead of        complimenting him off the bat, she asked a question.

            "Hmm, was that fun ? "

            She had thought of trying violin             before, but it looked too hard.

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sawakool:

          ` ah, wet..?what do you mean ?` she questioned, tilting her                 head slightly. she’s never really used the term wet when des-                 cribing sadako — usually something similar to scary or fright-                 ening would usually be used. what did she mean by wet though ?

          glancing at her own hair, she took a few locks of it — her expression              quickly changing. it was like a light bulb went off in her head. ` ohh—              that makes sense !` it’s not like she was actually creepy, right ?

『 *✲ﾟ* 』

      “Ah, it's wrong?" Did she say the word incorrectly? Jiayi        held her phone up to the other then, showcasing the         images of the dripping girl crawling out of the television.        "Not wet?"

       At Sawako touching her hair and agreeing, Jia gave a        firm nod. "Mm, but, you definitely can't change it now.        Sawako-san has to be Sawako-san." That'd defeat the        purpose, right? Jiayi didn't want to the stupid one who        would tell someone to change everything about themselves        to gain friends--even if it was just hair.

              "You're nice, so, I'm sure . . . friends will come!"

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( dxndylion )

           { ☼ } ⇢ ❝ Hmn… I drink Oolong a lot… What do you recommend, miss? ❞

『 *✲ﾟ* 』

        "Ahhhh. I like chrysanthemum. It's better for . . . relaxing?"

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jxongsin:

      “I didn’t do anything.” Great way to start a conversation.

『 *✲ﾟ* 』

     ”Ah--uh. I didn't say so." Sure, her bag had       suddenly ripped mysteriously, causing the       apples to roll every which way--but Jiayi didn't       think she was responsible.

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excavox replied to your post:『 *✲ﾟ* 』

{ ;wraps you in blankets ;u; }

[ ˚‧º·(˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )‧º·˚ weeping ty my love ]

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( but that — why????? talk about misleading and confusing???? /shields from the madness )

[ right?! like, it was totally in the wrong area because we have assignments every other week SOMEONE just decided to put it in the spot from TWO WEEKS AGO. WHO WOULD NOTICE THAT. WHY. I'M JUST. ;A; *clings ]