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Just A Party
This is part 3! Part 1 | Part 2
Warnings: kinda angsty, like one swear
âItâs just a party. Donât worry too much about it.â
De Jun looked over at his roommate. âItâs not that simple, Sicheng.â
He thought his friend had it easy - Sicheng was tall and thin. Everything fit him perfectly. He didnât have to try to look good.
And his ex wasnât attending the party.
âAre you seriously still hung up on that?â Sicheng sighed, stepping toward De Jun and fixing his collar. âTonightâs about Kun, yeah?â
âYeah. Iâll just be a couple minutes,â he said, turning to his mirror.
âIâll go start the car.â
De Jun nodded, running his fingers through his years. After four years, Kun had successfully earned his degree. And after four years, De Jun still yearned for Yang Yang. Stupid.
Tonight was about Kun, and De Jun was determined for it to stay that way.
Blah Blah Blah
This was my April 17th prompt lmao
Thereâs totally not enough A.C.E content so I guess I wanted to write some
This is also on Archive!
âYou gotta talk slower, Chan. I havenât spoken Korean in years,â you laughed, looking over at your best friend.
âYouâve been off at school and I havenât been able to tell you about what Iâve done lately and I missed you so much and I-â
âChan, breathe. I only caught like half of that,â you smiled. Youâd only been home a week, but youâd quickly abandoned your old bedroom to visit your closest friend.
Chan had silenced himself, looking at you with wide eyes, waiting on your cue to continue.
âOne thing at a time, okay? I want to hear about everything, but I want to make sure I understand.â
Your friend cooperated, at least to the best of his abilities. Sometimes he would speak quickly in excitement, and youâd have to ask him to slow down. To your own surprise, you were catching on faster than you thought you would. Your Korean may be rusty, but it was still active somewhere in your mind.
The two of you swapped stories: your dorm parties; his new friends; your roommates; a song he recorded; the time you got dared to kiss a drunk guy.
âI didnât do it though. He was intoxicated. Plus, totally not my type.â
Chan laughed. âYeah. Sehyoon dared me to kiss you tonight. I didnât think youâd like that very much.â
You paused, swallowing. The ceiling captured your interest as you tried to look anywhere but at him. âWhy would he do that?â
âIâve been talking about you for the past month. I guess Iâve just been really excited for you to come home,â he said, voice softer than it had been all night. He seemed hesitant.
âDid you accept the dare?â you stuttered.
âNo,â he paused.
You let your gaze make its way back to him, trying to get some sort of clue as to what he was thinking about.
He smiled awkwardly. âI was too nervous. Iâm probably super stupid for even letting this conversation happen. I donât want to make tonight weird for us, but I guess now that Iâve told you about the dare I may as well tell you that Iâve liked you since grade seven. I was hoping youâd like me back but by the time Iâd worked up the confidence to say anything, you were moving away and I guess I thought I lost my chance. But now youâre back, and maybe I shouldnât be saying anything. Man, you always teased me about being single, and now I guess you know why. I didnât- â
âChan,â you cut him off abruptly, the biggest smile plastered on your face. âIâve liked you since elementary. Grade four. I thought you had known. I never said anything because of it. You always talked about other girlsâŚâ you hesitated, trying to make sure what you said sounded coherent. âYou used to tease me about not having my first kiss. I guess you could say that I was waiting for you too,â you confessed. âWhy donât you tell Sehyoon you completed that dare?â
Mistakes
This is part two! Part one is here! Can also be found on Archive!
This was my April 16th prompt (I know Iâm posting in May I fell really far behind) - the prompt was pajamas
Warnings: angst
âI think Iâm going to regret this,â De Jun sighed as he followed Yukhei up the driveway. âAre you sure theyâre okay with me joining tonight?â
âItâs just a movie night. I told you we were gonna start small,â Yukhei answered, glancing over his shoulder and giving De Jun a reassuring smile.
Hemophilia
âThere are far worse things awaiting man than death.â (marruda3.wordpress.com). As a disease that is often credited as the cause for the fictional vampirism, hemophilia strikes many as deadly. Hemophilia is a genetic disease/disorder that prevents blood from clotting, as it lacks the proper clotting factors. Â Â If untreated, it can be life-threatening.(mayoclinic.com)
Because the blood cannot clot, any cuts and scratches that a hemophiliac gets, tend to bleed longer than they would in a person that has functioning and available clotting factors.A person with hemophilia will often have internal bleeding, specifically at the joints. Other symptoms include: painful bruises, spontaneous nose bleeds, and blood found in stool and urine. Â (mayoclinic.com).

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Sungha Jung
Jeong Seong Ha, more often referred to by his western name order, Sungha Jung, is a young folk and pop guitar player, born September, 2nd, 1996 (About Sungha Jung). Â Sungha was discovered on YouTube, where he started posting videos at the age of nine. His first video was a cover of âSplashâ by Kotaro Oshio, a famous Japanese jazz guitarist (YouTube). Sungha is now 22, and is writing music of his own. Heâs released seven albums, and is sponsored by Lakewood Guitars (Wikipedia).
Sunghaâs popularity has grown on YouTube over the past 12 years. His steady posting (once a week), has kept his subscribers interested and helped him gain more. He now has over 5 million subscribers, and some of his videos have over 58 millions views. Sungha posted many covers to gain views, and still does, but as he creates original pieces, he posts those as well (YouTube). All his covers he learnt by ear, only rarely using tabs if he could find the original artistâs version of them (About Sungha Jung).
Fernando Sor
Josep Ferran Sorts i Muntandes, better known as Fernando Sor, was a Catalan composer, performer, and guitarist. Sor was baptized in Barcelona, Spain on the 14th of February, 1778, and died in Paris, France on the 10th of July, 1839 (Blumberg 2018).
Sor originally had plans to join the military, but abandoned them when his father introduced him to Italian opera and guitar. His parents wanted him to focus on his Latin studies, but when he was an early teen, the head of the Barcelona Cathedral noticed his talents, and had him enrolled in the school there. During his schooling here, his mother noticed that he was distracted from the military life he was destined for, and pulled him out of the monastery; she placed him instead in a military academy (Wikipedia 2018).
Self-Reflection of My Own Voice
My voice is placed in an alto range, yet extends to both soprano and tenor ranges. I enjoy the tone my voice has, but do wish that my range was a little wider. Growing up, I was encouraged to sing, but my father would tease me relentlessly if I messed up the words, or went off key, never letting me live it down. I didnât regain confidence to sing publicly again until high school, and only became comfortable singing in front of him again this year. During my last two years of high school, I had people tell me that my voice was just a âhigh schoolâ voice, and that it wonât ever amount to anything. Comments like this have held me back from auditioning for certain roles, and solo parts.
When teaching myself to sing lower, I find I mimic the techniques that Brendon Urie of Panic! At The Disco uses to hit such notes. Similarly, to improve my chest voice range, I tend to mimic techniques used by Doyoung and Taeil of NCT, and those of Baekhyun of EXO. The three of them have similar tones, which help me appreciate and understand how they are manipulating their voices.
Growing up in a family of five, volumes were typically loud in my household; raising your voice was a necessity. Now that I live with only one person, volumes stay much more neutral; I have had zero reason to project. Throughout high school, I was involved in chorus, musicals, and vocal ensemble (our acapella group). Iâve never had any professional training, just the practice throughout these groups.
I think the main thing that is stopping me from having my ideal voice is my lack of confidence. Unless Iâm around a group of people I am incredibly comfortable with, I become shaky and tense when I try to belt notes that I normally can, or when I try to sing a little higher. Even when Iâm around the people Iâm most comfortable with, if a microphone is put in front of me, Iâll become awkward and tense. My goal for this course would to be to improve my confidence, if even just a small amount, to the point where I can sing at least in my comfortable range without being shaky.
Japanese Presentation
A presentation I had for Japanese class (and a quick way to get to know me if you speak Japanese!)
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Then And Now: The Maya Culture
This paper aims to explore the differences between the Maya culture of the present and of the past. The Maya civilization was developed in Mesoamerica, and the culture continues to prosper today. Maya currently live in Mexico, Guatemala, Belize, Honduras, and El Salvador, all of which are places where the Maya originally settled. Architecture has changed, from the ancient Maya pyramids which dot the Mesoamerican postcards to small townhouses throughout Central America. Their religious beliefs have shifted from the worshipping of many Gods to the worshipping of a few, creating their own brand of Christianity. The key to Maya culture is the language. Their old writing system is still being interpreted, but the spoken language still remains, with at least 30 different dialects spoken today.

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The Korean Wave: A Developing Relationship Between Korean and Western Music
This paper aims to explore the music of the Korean Wave, or Hallyu. Hallyu, which directly translates to âflow of Koreaâ, is a term for the rise in popularity of South Korean culture on a global scale.. The Korean music industry was greatly influenced by the American industry, and this can be seen clearly in their style of music, clothing, and videos. Over the course of 30 years, a large increase in students wanting to become entertainers can be seen, much of this was due to the fact that the industry had grown, making this profession more accepted.. Â Now, in 2018, the industry is large enough that idol groups, such as BTS, are bringing their music back to the American industry. Many companies in South Korea are creating larger groups, that include different ethnicities, further spreading their culture by bringing in fans from other countries. The increase in popularity can be seen statistically across YouTube, Gaon, and other platforms.
Gender Misrepresentation: The Importance of Being Earnest and A Life of Galileo
Male, female, nonbinary, agender, etc. are all different classification of gender today. For the sake of clarity, this essay will only discuss the misrepresentation of binary genders (male and female). It is important to show that media can change how society views gender and their accompanying stereotypes. Consumers should be aware of the fact that there are more to these genders than just the limited view that they are seeing within media. There is a lack of conversation about the misrepresentation of gender in A Life of Galileo, so this essay intends to elaborate on those facts, in comparison to misrepresentation arguments of The Importance of Being Earnest and those seen in everyday media. Although for significantly different reasons, gender binaries are misrepresented in both The Importance of Being Earnest and A Life of Galileo.
Strike
This one is over on Archive!
Warnings: angst
âIâm just not ready to tell them yet,â De Jun glanced across the bedroom at Yang Yang. De Jun thought he looked cute today, with his auburn hair pushed back with a red beanie, and a colourful top made by a local artist - a big contrast to his own black outfit.
One of their friends had invited them out for a bowling night. Yang Yang agreed before consulting De Jun and was insisting that they appeared as a couple.
Another World
The woods were soft. Fur, down, velvet. North Face, Burton, Columbia. Wonderful until I got lost. The jackets draped around me, their arms brushing against me like brush in a thick forest. Stepping out from inside the coat rack, I could see towering displays - bears and coyotes, all frozen in place. I felt as if I was Lucy Pevensie finding the magical lamp post for the first time. Except there was no Mr. Tumnus, and no magic in the aisles of L.L.Bean.
I was on the second floor of three. The building was filled with people - the Motherâs Day sale drew everyone (and their mothers) to the store. I tried to stand tall (difficult at 4â1â) and look as if I was where I was meant to be. Iâd be in trouble if I was caught alone.
I backtracked to my Narnia path, hoping that it would bring me out to where I had entered, but found myself staring at fishing gear - quite different from the hiking shoes my father had been looking at when I had wandered off. I explored the area, examining the hooks and rods as I passed by. The baits were often decorated to look like fish. How would that help them catch anything? They wouldnât even think to look here for me: I didnât like fishing.
The area was deserted. I hurried around the tables covered in fishing lines and wires, hoping to spot my parents down one of the aisles. I hoped to get back to them before they even noticed I was gone. I paused for a moment, leaning against a rack of rods, trying to catch my breath. I shouldnât run around this much - Mum had my puffer.
After controlling my breathing, I walked over to the glass railing, overlooking the escalators. Nobody paid me any mind. There were many families in the store today, and most of them were tending to their own kids. I saw lots of wives trying to convince their husbands to buy them clothes because âtheyâre on saleâ, and husbands trying to convince wives that an expensive rope was worth it. But I didnât see my parents.
I stepped away from the rail, looking around. Not knowing if my parents were still on this floor made it difficult to decide which way to go. Do I continue wandering here, or do I go upstairs? What if they headed downstairs and to the car, leaving without me? My breath quickened. I bit the inside of my cheek, trying to get myself to calm down so I could get going.
I moved along with a new sense of determination. Just imagining the punishment I might get made me quicken my pace. Iâd probably have my Narnia books taken away for a week, and not be able to play with my friends. I had to find my mum and dad before they found me.
I made my way over to the escalator, deciding to go up. Weâd already explored the bottom floor, so I couldnât picture them heading back down. Theyâd go up, to see the things theyâd yet to see, right? I stepped off as it reached the top, taking extra care to make sure the escalator wouldnât snag my shoe and pull me in. It was a lot scarier without Mum there to hold my hand.
I decided to head right. Dad liked looking at skiing gear, so maybe theyâd moved towards it. The crowd was mostly taller than me, so getting around wasnât too difficult. When I was met but a group of people too dense, I pushed through with âexcuse meâsâ. Most people got out of the way of a seven-year-old who looked like she knew her way around.
My parents werenât in this section either. I frowned, crossing my arms. Iâd yet to even wish my mum a âHappy Motherâs Dayâ. What would she think of me?
I made my way back to the escalator, stepping down onto it - which happened to be much more difficult than going up it was. Iâd overstepped, found my foot dangerously on the edge of one stair, and had to quickly step down to save my balance. No wonder Mum always told me to be careful. I traced my way back to the coats Iâd come from. Maybe Narnia was going to be my new home; Iâd live here in this L.L.Bean forever.
Maybe that wasnât so bad. There were plenty of things to play with, like soccer balls and golf clubs, and they even had a fish tank! I didnât have a fish tank at home. If I made it back (and if I wasnât in too much trouble), Iâd ask Dad if we could get one. And Iâd name the fish after the Pevensies!
Breaking my train of thought, I realized that people were starting to stare at me. I quickly dove back into the Narnia, taking a moment to breathe. No one could see me here. Peeking out from under the coats, I could see hairy legs passing by, then blue high heels, and a baby in a stroller. I wanted to go home.
I worried some stranger would take me home instead of my parents. I sniffled, trying not to cry. I was too old to cry now, at least according to dad. âYouâll make your mother cry, and thatâll upset the baby.â My brother was already such a pain, and he wasnât even born yet.
Tears started to form and run down my cheeks. I wrapped my arms tight around myself, trying to stop from trembling. In my attempt to stay silent, I got an attack of hiccups, and only started crying harder.
I heard an announcement on the PA. âWeâre looking for a girl in a blue patterned dress, with a bright pink beach hat.â
I didnât move. What if a stranger found me and didnât report me to a worker? What if they tried to kidnap me?
Maybe ten minutes later the coats parted, and a set of green eyes peered through, looking down at me. I pulled the brim of my hat down, not wanting this strange man to see me crying.
âHey miss, I work here. Your parents are waiting for you downstairs. I can bring you to them.â
The man was probably a teenager. He had curly hair that stuck up on the side like horns, and wore a red scarf - just like Mr. Tumnus.
I could either go with this man, and be brought back to my parents (and likely get spoken to), or I could stay in Narnia forever.
I (hesitantly) crawled out from under the coats. The man, whose name tag read Kevin, offered his hand. I shook my head, determined to at the very least walk on my own. Wiping away my tears, I pushed the coats aside, and stood up.
He laughed, but nodded, staying just a step behind me so he would notice if I tried to wander off. I kept my head down, avoiding the people that were gawking at me. Disapproving mothers glared, and praised their own kids for being so well behaved. I didnât run off, I wanted to say. I got lost.
âWhere were you? I thought we would never find you,â my mum cried, hugging me tight as I stepped off the escalator. I felt distant from her, pushed away by her growing stomach.
My father scowled,waiting for me to apologize. I let go of my mother and stepped behind her. Dad obviously didnât want to make a scene in public, so he said, âWeâll talk about this later.â
Heâd give me options - let me choose my own punishment: no TV, or no books. No dessert or no snacks. No friends or no after school activities.
âNever do that again. Got it?â Dad muttered sternly, bending down so his face was level with my own. But it wasnât really a question.
Maybe I shouldâve stayed in Narnia.
Dirty Stripes
Wedged between two buildings, he sat in silence. He watched the snow fall and the crowds pass by. No one spared him even a passing glance. He was just another part of the city. A part that wasnât their problem.
He was maybe two years old - Â young for the likes of him. He had stripes - Â green and white - and was ripped from the wear and tear of the bustling life that this street carried. It was a week ago that he found this nook - a gate, guarding the alleyway between the two buildings. Away from the harsh winds and stomping feet; yet still he remained in plain sight. He happened to be between an office building, and a pizza shop. He didnât quite care for the office building - the people coming in and out were pristine, and always looked at him in disgust. He much preferred the pizza shop, âPeteyâs Pizzaroniâ. The people who exited that building sometimes looked just as dirty as he did - covered in flour and tomato sauce. It gave him hope that maybe one day people would look at him with a smile instead of with disgust. Perhaps if he could just enter the shop, and smell more like the pizza than a street rat, someone might want him.
***
Heâd given himself a name: Min Hyung. Heâd heard it from a passerby, and quite liked the sound of it. Min Hyung was a young Korean university student. He was entering his second year, and had a focus in fine arts. Min Hyung and his friend Johnny were both auditioning for a musical this spring. The two-year-old aspired to be like him one day, but didnât think it to be something attainable for the likes of him. So as long as he used the studentâs name, he could pretend.
Min Hyung wasnât the first name that he had taken, but it was his current favourite. If he could speak, he would tell the entire neighbourhood of the stories he had. Heâd tell you of the time that he became Alexis, because Alexis noticed him. Sheâd been walking with her mother, and pointed him out, saying âmaybe we should-â. Her mother cut her off, saying âgrossâ and âwe donât touch things we find in the streetâ. Alexis frowned and walked off, but Min Hyung hadnât forgotten her. She was still in the back of his mind - just in case he grew tired of his current name.
Min Hyung had travelled around the block several times now. He once attached himself to the leg of a man named Hendery. The man had been circling the block, either lost or very caught up in his phone conversation. He hadnât noticed Min Hyung until someone pointed him out - to which Hendery had shaken Min Hyung off with visible disdain. Min Hyung didnât quite understand what was wrong with him or why no one liked him.
He was young and, while he might be dirty, he could easily be cleaned up. Someone just had to take the time to care for him. He couldnât do it himself. Min Hyung wished that he could verbalize his distress and his need for attention. All he had were his thoughts and his once beautiful stripes.
***
Over the week, heâd noticed a woman who often sat across the street from him. She didnât venture inside when the weather got harsh or when the sun set. Min Hyung thought that perhaps, she was like him. Someone else that was lost or didnât have a home. He didnât know her name, heâd never heard her speak, and no one ever spoke to her either.
Min Hyung wanted to approach her, but what good would it do? He couldnât speak. And even she looked cleaner than he did. He was stuck anyway, caught under the gate between the buildings. Behind that gate was darkness, and even he was too scared to go there. The shadows would engulf him, and heâd never be found again.
He watched from afar instead, getting to know this ladyâs patterns. She was new to the area - at least for someone that seemed like she wanted to stick around. She seemed to have great interest in Peteyâs Pizzaroni. Perhaps she knew someone inside?
***
Min Hyung didnât understand how life worked for most people, unless, of course, they stood somewhere near him and spoke about it for a while. He knew plenty about office jobs - the employees stood just around the corner from him on their smoke break. They all apparently hated their bosses, and had bad backs from sitting down all day. He couldnât relate, but he understood. He didnât think the office life would ever be for him.
The pizza shop, however, was more appealing. When the workers here came out for breaks, they laughed and told stories like they were close friends. Maybe they were. They often joked about the mess that was left in the kitchen after they had closed, or the pranks that theyâd recently pulled on co-workers. They seemed friendlier.
The lady from across the street joined them. They accepted her, although she looked dirtier and smelled a little worse than the common folk around here. And much to her delight, they allowed her in. She came back out later in the day with an apron, and a smile on her face.
While she still spent the nights outside, she seemed happier. Min Hyung hoped that maybe one day heâd join them, or, at the very least, find a way to get out of this weather. He wanted to be warm again.
The lady - who Min Hyung had learned to be named Cheng Xiao - worked mostly in front of the shop, sweeping the dirt away from the entrance and sometimes scrubbing a tomato sauce stain. The owners took pride in making the restaurant look approachable. Cheng Xiao noticed Min Hyung during one of her shifts, a smile on her face. Once she had replaced the broom inside, she came, unhooked him from the gate he was stuck to and picked him up.
Min Hyung was filled with joy. No one had paid him any attention in ages. She walked with him, bringing him back down the street and to a building he remembered from months before, the place where he was left behind.
Min Hyung frowned as she placed him in a basket just beyond the window, under a sign that said âlost socksâ.

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I Love You
WÇ Ă i nÇ. A lie.
Four months, Four days. Unlucky for the Chinese. Unlucky for me.
You got snappy over little things. (I left one spoon in the sink.) Your job was stressful, Out of your control.
Your hands formed bruises on my skin, You send books flying across the room, Your precious weed was smoked too quickly. But it was always your bÇobèiâs fault.
My fault.
âHeâs hurting you,â Mum said. Iâd told her I fell, Told her it was an accident.
Four times you hit me. Four times I said it was fine. Four times before I left.
But darling, WÇ Ă i nÇ.
Him
Deep in my heart he is, Calming me, a gentle reminder. Always with me - he never strays: There when I need him.
Deep in my mind he stays, His smile never falters, Soft lips and piercing eyes Always watching over me.
Deep in my thoughts he sits He holds my hand, Kisses my tears, Makes my hard days better.
Deep in my speech he appears, I try not to bring him up. My friends are tired of hearing about him, I canât help but miss you.
Deep in my soul he remains, Silent, at peace. I wonât forget. Not even when Iâm gone.
Deep in his grave he sleeps, Quiet, undisturbed. I promised him Iâd be strong, Iâm trying.