Sanhwa in Namhae is true comedy 🙌👑👑🤣

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Sanhwa in Namhae is true comedy 🙌👑👑🤣

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San at Namhae Spring Walk
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⛰️: Hello, it’s Ateez’s San!
Thank you so much for being together with me here at this meaningful occasion today. Today I had my hair done really pretty but because it’s windy so much, I wore a hat, it’s a pity isn’t it 🙂
public: *Laughs*
⛰️Anyways, thank you so much. I hope you can make many good memories together with me today! Also, many visitants came and I think it will be good to say some things in foreign languages a bit too so~
[ENG]
⛰️: Yeah, this is my hometown, Namhae
public: *happy/surprised cheers*
(Korean)
⛰️:Oh! Your reactions are so nice!
(ENG)
⛰️I got a lot of memories from here, like beautiful memories, so i hope let’s make a great memories with me, yeah~ thank you for coming here~! and
[Japanese]
⛰️: Thank you so much for coming today too~ with me, let’s spend a happy time together lots! Thank you
[Korean]
⛰️: Thank you
During my trip to Korea, I found the first 5 leaf clover I’d ever seen. The timing was pretty wild too. I genuinely think it brought me some much needed luck 🍀
Seonghwa and San go to Namhae
This isn't quite a liveblog, but the things about this content that I found the funniest.
Seonghwa and San look like Mormon missionaries, which is so funny. it's so funny to me that they're dressed in officewear that actual office workers outside of Yeoido (our banking district) don't really wear anymore, and especially not with skinny black ties. This is what Idols look like when they're doing normie cosplay. it feels a little bit sarcastic. The concept apparently is 금의환향 (Returning Home In Golden Glory).
2. The editrixes at Cheil Worldwide are so merciless, they have to be Atiny, duh, obvy, but they've also got to have one down home Gyeongsangdo girl in there somewhere, because they write: The aspiration is to be bad ass manly men, but in reality they're sentimental lightweights. This is kind of what Gyeongsangdo women say about our men all the time. Ooh they act so tough and so bold but actually we're the tough ones, and they're cotton candy.
3. Seonghwa being attracted to the flowers on the sky swing and then seeing that it actually vaults you out over the ocean after he's strapped into it and going, Oh no, Oh no, is so .... cotton candy.
4. Why are they sitting like this?
5. San getting defensive for the little jabs about Namhae being a country bumpkin town (the rubber shoes, the yeontan) while Seonghwa from the relatively larger Jinjoo just laughs is very amusing. San complains about being teased that Namhae has neither an Olive Young nor a McDonald's. Seonghwa chimes in to say that Samcheonpo and Namhae didn't even have movie theaters. You also can't order using the Baemin app, which surprised me. I didn't know we didn't have nationwide coverage for that (sorry San, I'm doing it too).
6. It's really fun to hear them both segue in and out of having their native dialect pop out by the time it took to get to the 5 minute mark of the footage. (They later tell you in the text that it took 4 hours to get 20 minutes worth of footage) The currywurst seller saying, Wow, so good looking! is so Korean old man that it made me laugh. Being good looking is so important to us, the Koreans, that we can't let it go unremarked when someone is.
7. San absolutely refuses to do fanservice with Seonghwa, whatsoever. "It's not like that between us," he says, when they ask him to clean the sugar off of each other's faces that they just smeared eating toasted giant marshmallows.
8. Ateez are never not competing. Seonghwa wants to sign the wall at the restaurant San's aunt runs that has a wall dedicated to San, so he signs his name in the middle of Sannie's very literal 'mountain shaped' autograph. And San won't let it be - he has to reframe it as, You've become to the mountain. (Rather than, you're scribbling in my mountain.)
9. Seonghwa and San, who are the most unstereotypical Gyeongsangdo men ever ever, acting out what they think is the 'true' Gyeongsangdo boyfriend which turns out just to be kind of an overbearing asshole is extremely funny.
10. San really wants a girlfriend and he definitely doesn't have one. That's what that whole thing about talking all the time to Chat GPT says to me.
11. Oh I forgot to say in my thing about the Gyeongsangdo accent. Seoul people say we sound angry all the time, because it's so tonal and so emphatic. The two of them get told the same here.
On the Other Side of the Waves • BTS AU
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“Some memories don’t stay in the past
Sometimes a shoreline, a voice, a familiar summer heat is enough to pull everything back.”
A story about childhood summers, the people we become, and the things the waves never really take away.
⚠️ Chapter Warnings:
childhood nostalgia • soft angst • mild swearing • messy friendships • summery vibes • jungkook pov • emotional flashbacks
No major triggers.
❗ Note: English is not my first language — there may be small mistakes, but I hope the emotion comes through. 🌊
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Namhae, 2025
When I turned to my left, Noeul was still fast asleep.
Even though she hadn’t drunk much last night, she’d been completely knocked out—she’d dozed off somewhere between the lighthouse and Yoongi’s truck.
I pushed the light blanket off and headed downstairs.
The air wasn’t too hot yet. With the windows open, the morning breeze actually felt refreshing.
I walked into the living room and found Lia stretched out on the couch.
“Good morning.”
“Morning. Our room gets direct sunlight in the early hours, so I escaped here.
Is it like fifty degrees today, or is it just me?”
I laughed and sat on the couch across from her.
“The little one is definitely going to be a troublemaker. You’re already having a hard time.
Good thing the baby will have an uncle like me.”
Lia laughed and got up.
“I’ll make breakfast. You guys came home late. Does Noeul want anything special in the morning?”
I stopped her with a gesture, gently pushing her back into her seat.
“Please, sit. Is this the time for you to be working? I’ll make breakfast.
You didn’t want kimchi, right?”
“Ah, okay. Thanks. I’ll go wake your brother then?”
I told her no, that it wasn’t necessary, and quietly continued preparing breakfast while chatting with her.
We were debating baby names when my dad appeared in the kitchen. Both of us straightened up and greeted him.
“Jungkook. We never got to catch up yesterday, son.”
I set down the sausages in my hand and hugged him.
“Yeah… it just turned out that way.”
I went back to fixing breakfast.
“I’ll set the table outside then,” he said. “Where was the umbrella? Did your mother tell you, dear?”
Lia stood up and headed toward the basement.
“It should be downstairs. I’ll go get it.”
But just like me, my dad stopped her immediately.
“You don’t have many days left before the baby comes. Enjoy them.
If the baby turns out like his father, he won’t let you sleep at night.
If he takes after his uncle, though, that’s different. Jungkook was the calmest baby I’ve ever seen.”
Namhae, 2008
Floating on the water’s surface, I let myself drift.
I wasn’t really planning to join the others playing ball.
Taehyung’s words kept echoing in my head.
Was I really supposed to always be the “agreeable” one?
A splash hit my face, throwing off my balance, and I stood up.
We were in the shallow part of the pool—my feet touched the ground.
“It got in my eye,” I said.
Hoseok swam over, laughing.
“Sorry, man. You were lying there so still, I thought you died.”
I shoved him away with the shoulder he’d leaned on and splashed him back.
Before I even understood how, we were all in a full-on water fight.
But that heaviness inside me didn’t go away.
I slowed down, turned to Seokjin, and mumbled,
“I wish Taehyung were here.”
He didn’t hear me over the sound of splashing, so he asked me to repeat it.
“I said—I wish Tae were here. We never invite him. He didn’t come to play spin-the-bottle last time either.”
He ruffled my hair.
“You’re right, Gguk. We should’ve called him. Maybe Yoongi can go bring him.”
I started shouting toward the beach umbrella where Yoongi was sitting.
After a long moment, he finally tore his eyes away from his book and yelled back, already annoyed,
“What?!”
“Can you go get Taehyung?”
He thought about it for a moment, then nodded.
He slid a bookmark into place, put the book in his bag, slipped on his sandals, and headed toward the stairs.
Namjoon and Hoseok swam over.
“Where’s Yoongi going?”
“To get Taehyung,” I said.
Namjoon raised his eyebrows. “Your idea?”
I nodded.
“Good job, Jungkook. Smart thinking. One day, when we go off to university, it’ll just be you three left.”
Hoseok butted in, “Ara will be here too.”
None of us answered. We just kept splashing around.
Boramhae Temple, Namhae, 2025*
“Come on, let’s make a wish first. We’ll take pictures after.”
Noeul dragged me toward the wishing box at the temple entrance, her fingers wrapped around mine.
I watched the way her hair moved—how each strand shifted as she walked.
I didn’t know what shampoo she used, but even the slightest breeze carried her scent straight to me.
Having her felt… lucky.
After we made our wishes, I asked what she had wished for.
“I wished for my legs to get slimmer. Your brother’s bike destroyed them—my thighs kept rubbing against the seat.”
I couldn’t hold back a laugh.
I slung my arm around her shoulders.
“Great wish.”
She looked up at me. “What did you wish for?”
“I…”
I had wished to forget. And not to care.
But what I said was,
“I wished for the baby. You know—they lost their first one. I don’t want them to go through that again.”
She suddenly pulled away.
“Jungkook!”
I felt horrible for lying.
“What is it?”
She ran back to the wishing shrine.
“I’m so selfish. I’m going to wish for Lia and your brother too.
That baby is my niece or nephew as well.”
Feeling even worse, I followed her back and made a second wish—this time an honest one.
Afterward, we took a couple of pictures because Noeul insisted.
“From here you can see all of Namhae—look, the beach, our neighborhood, the fishermen’s market, even those rice fields over there.”
I pointed ahead.
She squinted. “You know, I’ve never been to a rice field before.”
I stared at her. “Never? Not even once?”
She rolled her eyes.
“Jungkook, I’ve lived in Seoul my entire life.
Where am I supposed to find a rice field? Next to the subway station?”
Namhae, 2008
We were riding our bikes through the village when Seokjin suggested we go up to the temple.
Taehyung and I were at the very back.
Hoseok stopped and turned around.
“How’s the bike, Taehyung? Isn’t it too big for you?”
Taehyung shook his head.
“No. Thank you for the bike. Your sister doesn’t need it, right?”
Hoseok shrugged.
“I don’t think so. She probably doesn’t even know I borrowed it.”
He hesitated for a second, but once Namjoon called out to him, he started pedaling again.
I laughed. I couldn’t let him pass me.
We kept trying to overtake each other, laughing like idiots.
Jimin noticed and yelled from the front,
“Hey! Race with me too!”
Yoongi, who’d been watching us with an unreadable expression, made a suggestion.
“Why don’t we all race to the temple?
Loser buys everyone Jaws Bar*.”
I looked at Jimin. I didn’t say a word, but he already knew what I was thinking.
“Oh, please. Your legs are the shortest here. You’ll be licking your palm before you beat me.”
I pushed down on the pedals with all my strength.
What mattered was passing Namjoon, Yoongi, and Seokjin—and that was nearly impossible.
But at the last second, I managed to pass Taehyung… and then Jimin.
“Watch me overtake you!” I shouted.
Jimin turned around laughing, but then he suddenly glanced past me.
Because I was distracted, I pushed even harder and surged forward.
By the time we reached the top, Jimin was dead last.
“I can’t believe you lost,” I said, patting his shoulder.
He pushed my hand away.
“As if you won. Whatever. When we go back down, I’ll buy everyone Jaws Bar.”
While we were bickering, Taehyung stood behind us, watching quietly.
Yoongi helped him park his bike properly, then slung an arm around his shoulders.
He told him he did great—especially for beating Jimin.
Namhae, 2025
“Wooo! God, look at this view!”
She was speeding downhill ahead of me.
I started pedaling faster.
“Noeul, slow down a little! You’re going to trip and fall. The roads might be muddy.”
She didn’t even turn around when she answered:
“Just admit you lost!”
I laughed.
Sometimes she didn’t feel two years younger—more like ten.
I slowed down and let myself take in the scenery.
Instead of returning through the neighborhood, we’d decided to come down past the rice fields.
Noeul wanted to see them up close.
I stopped.
The sound of my brakes echoed along the empty road.
A little ahead of me, Noeul stopped too.
I got off my bike and stared at the rice fields.
“Are you okay, Jungkook?”
Her hand touched my shoulder, and I flinched.
I didn’t answer.
I only looked toward the electric pole at the corner.
There were nine handprints on it.
We had to be standing in front of Namjoon’s father’s rice field.
Without saying anything to Noeul, I stepped into the field.
July rice fields were usually green, wet, and muddy.
I didn’t care that my white pants and shoes—worn for the temple—were getting covered in mud.
I walked deeper between the stalks.
Noeul was calling after me, but I couldn’t hear what she was saying.
Namhae, 2008
“Why are we checking the rice, anyway? What do I know about rice?”
Jimin grumbled while running his hands through the stalks.
To be fair, he wasn’t wrong.
But this was probably the first time Namjoon had ever asked us for a favor—so we had to do it.
“If my dad’s foot wasn’t hurt, he’d do it himself. But it is, and my mom is taking care of him.
So stop complaining and check the field, Jimin.”
I was inspecting the stalks like everyone else, but honestly, I had no idea what we were even looking for.
I turned to Hae-won beside me.
“What exactly are we checking?”
She shrugged.
“The condition of the rice, I guess.”
The girls had followed us out of the house earlier, so they were here too.
Ara was whispering something to Yoongi, who told her to stop slacking and help.
A moment later—
“Oh! Look, a bug.”
Hae-won giggled.
“Hoseok, look, it’s your relative.”
Before I could fully react, a handful of mud flew past me and splattered right across Hae-won’s shirt.
We all went silent, waiting for her reaction.
She grabbed a handful to throw back at Hoseok—but it accidentally hit Seokjin instead.
A few minutes later, we’d completely abandoned checking the rice and were just playing in the mud.
“Is that Taehyung coming?” Seokjin asked, squinting toward the entrance of the field.
I nodded.
We all started yelling.
“Taehyung! Taehyung! Hey! Over here!”
He finally noticed us and came to the edge of the field.
“Hey,” Yoongi said.
Taehyung greeted him—and then all of us—the same way.
“What are you guys doing?”
“We’re checking my dad’s rice field.
Well… we were.”
Jimin added, “Now we’re having a mud fight. Come here.”
Covered head to toe in mud, we stared at Taehyung while he stared back, unsure.
“I’m not sure—”
Jimin grabbed a handful of mud and trudged through the field until he reached him.
“Open your hand.”
Taehyung did, without hesitation.
Jimin dropped the mud into his palm.
“Throw it at me.”
He did—again without hesitation.
“Okay, now you’re a mud warrior too. Alright? Just loosen up, man.”
Namjoon laughed.
“Where do you even learn these lines?”
Jimin responded by throwing mud at him as well.
Taehyung still looked a little stiff at first, but soon enough—his laughter mixed with ours.
Namhae, 2025
“Jungkook. Jungkook. Jungkook!”
When I felt Noeul’s hand on my shoulder again, I turned toward her in alarm.
She’d stepped into the field like me.
“Hey… are you okay? Why are you crying?”
Even though my hands were covered in mud, I wiped my cheeks.
“I’m fine. I just…
I guess I got a little emotional remembering the past.
Let’s go home. We’re covered in mud.”
Before she could ask anything else, we left Mr. Kim’s field together.
I later learned that he’d sold that land years ago.
-End of Episode Three-
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Jaws Bar*: A shark-themed Korean ice cream bar that was extremely popular among kids in the 2000s. Known for its bright colors and icy texture, it’s a nostalgic staple of Korean summers.
Boramhae Temple*: A traditional Buddhist temple located in Namhae. It’s commonly visited for making wishes, praying, and enjoying the scenic views of the island.

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the idiots and their relationships ; namhae.
NAMHAE : « they’re the perfect cliché of student love. the basketball player and the cheerleader. but they’re so much more than that. maybe their first discussion is under the most disastrous conditions, because it's done in violence at a poor party. but it's this party that will be the turning point for Namra, who was blind for a long time, who had made a point of honor to push Chin-hae away. it’s because she understands that he’s sincere, that all that reputation that’s dragging the basketball player is not what he really is. he sees her, as she really is. Namra, who for many years had forced herself to create a new personality, quickly understands that it's not this false personality that interests him, but the real Namra, the one she really is when she thinks that no one is looking at her. tt will take time for them to know each other, time for her to give her full trust, but it's something she will never regret, not when she has at her side, a man simply capable of loving her for the person she really is. »
🇩🇪 Korean German Village
📍 Namhae, South Korea
p.d: las ganas que tenia de venir a este Village antes de irme de Korea eran tan serias que se me olvidó tirar más fotos.