My Mysterious Neighbour
My Mysterious Neighbour
Fandom: The Tale of the Nine Tailed
Characters: Lee Rang, reader, some bullies.
TW: Bullies (nothing too violent)
I couldn’t believe that my friend left for home without me just because I was in a detention. I waited for her when she was there. Now I had to walk home all alone through this seemingly vacant road.
I was in a really bad mood as I walked home thinking how terrible the day had been. As if the day could have been worse, I heard footsteps behind me. “y/n”, I stopped to turn back when I heard someone calling me, “where is your little girlfriend who’s always stuck to you with a glue?”
It was Henry, the biggest bully in our school. I noticed that his three sidekicks were also behind him chuckling like idiots in his not-really-funny joke. Then I saw something which sent a chill down my spine. Henry had a pocket knife in his hand.
“What are they gonna do to me?” I thought to myself as they approached me taking some slow steps. I knew Henry was not right in his head. Juniors from school feared him. But fortunately I never had to encounter him and his group. But I guess, my unfortunate day had arrived.
I knew there was nothing I could do since they were more in numbers. But I still needed to try. So I turned back and ran as fast as I could. I was never a good runner. In fact, I always came last in school races. They eventually caught up with me and one of them grabbed me by the hair. Tears came through my eyes as a sudden pain shot through my head.
“Stop!” I shouted at Henry and struggled to get free. They were all giggling like some crazy people. I doubt if any of them had any sanity left in them.
Then I saw a car came and parked beside us. They let go of my hair and I ran toward the car. I was relieved to see Lee Rang stepping out of it.
Lee Rang was my neighbour. We had crossed path once in a while but never really talked. I found him uniquely attractive and wanted to get acquainted. But he always seemed like he had some urgent works and also there was always a girl with him.
He was surprisingly alone today and it seemed like he wasn’t busy either. “Need a hand?” I wondered whom he asked that question. “Of course not the bullies!” I thought to myself. Then he gave me reassuring smile and my temporary fear melt right away.
“Why don’t you come one at a time at her?”
“Who the fuck are you?” Henry shouted back at him.
Rang gave a sly smile and said, “Trust me, you don’t wanna find out.”
This made Henry mad somehow and he came at him with his knife. Rang grabbed his hand and twisted it, making the knife fall on the ground. Henry screamed in pain. The others didn’t dare to move.
“I’ll let you off today, little ones.” Rang told them, “Only don’t let me catch you again.”
Then he came back and lead me inside his car. We got in. He looked at me and asked in a rather gentler voice than before, “Are they angry tears on your face?”
“Yes!” I burst out, “I hate it came this way. If only I could punch him in his face!”
I didn’t expect Rang to laugh at this. He gave me twisted smile and asked, “then why don’t we go back and make your wish come true?”
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“Last Night in Soho” (2021) - Review
Rating: 4/5
Genre: Thriller/Drama
Summary: Eloise is obsessed with fashion. When she goes to London to study her dream subject, she starts to have visions from the 1960′s of a young girl named Sandy. Eloise’s dazzling visions soon turns out to be a nightmare.
My Opinion: I needed some time to process this film. It was that fantastic. The cinematography, the music, the plot, the acting... Everything was outstanding. Recently, I’m getting really interested in the psychological thriller genre. And this movie was just another hit for me. The plot twist was also (what can I say) TWISTING... And I loved the ending. I love Sandy’s characterization throughout the film. I don’t want to spoil anything. So, all I’m going to say is that the ending was one of the best endings in the film history. Everybody should check this film out. Especially who are into fashion and all.
Quote: “If I could live any place and any time, I’d live here, in London in the 60′s. It must have felt like the center of the universe.”
Haha! Jokes on me...
Did I really think I'd be free after mid?
I’m Back...
I am attending my last exam tomorrow. Soon, I’ll be posting regularly again. At least, I hope so…
These are what you’re gonna get before long:
The last part of ‘My Guardian Angel’
Fast updates on the series ‘Noona! Please! Help!’
Slow updates on the series ‘The Other Side’
Personal review on Jin’s single ‘The Astronaut’
Short drabbles, if I have the time and mood
Why my heart hurts???
"all the solo work is just a journey to get back home safely" — kim namjoon bangtan first solo tracks of ch. 2 + favorite lines
We Are Only Seven - Chapter 1
Fandom: BTS Characters: OT7 (Devil!Namjoon, Demigod!Seokjin, Wizard!Yoongi, Angel!Hoseok, Werewolf!Taehyung, Gumiho!Jimin, Vampire!Jungkook) For a visual representation check these >>> VMinKook & NamJinSope Warning: Nothing so far... Word Count: 2k Words
Summary: In a world ruled by humans, the other worldly, non-humans are in hiding. But how long will it last this way?
Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 - Chapter 9 - Chapter 10 [Complete]
The year 1021:
“When will it take place?” Namjoon asked his friend who came to visit him on his cell.
“Tomorrow, during the sunset.” His angel friend replied.
Namjoon slowly nodded. He couldn’t see her face properly due to the lack of light inside the cell. After all, there were no windows. It’s just the fire outside which casted a little light through the door.
“There is still time.” The angel came near him, “You only have to make an official apology. They will let it slide this time.”
“Did the Guardian angel ordered you to say that?” Namjoon asked rather boldly.
The angel cleared her throat, “Yes, she did. But I would have asked you to do the same.”
Namjoon let out a chuckle, “Really? You, of all people?”
“Namjoon,” she came to sit beside him and held his hands, which felt surprisingly cold against her warm skin, “Please, do this for my sake. I can’t bear to lose you.”
Namjoon caressed the back of her hands, “Don’t worry, it will be less hard for you all. They are going to erase all of me from your memories. You will not even remember who I was.”
“Do you think I want that?”
“It wouldn’t matter anyway.”
“But you will remember everything, won’t you? How will you live without us, without all of this?”
Namjoon kept silent. He tried to swallow down the growing lump in his throat. There was nothing he could do about the punishment. It was inevitable, unless he decided to step away from what he strongly believed. It was something impossible for him to do. He was a man, slave of his conscience.
The angel stood up and walked slowly towards the door. She stopped there and glanced back. At that moment, Namjoon desperately wanted to confess his love to her. He thought, “she wouldn’t remember me anyway.”
“Do you have anything left to tell me?” she asked.
Namjoon said, “I love you.”
The angel gave a painful laughter and nodded her head, “I know. I always did.”
Present day:
The sound of the heavy rain seemed to have muted the surrounding. A man in a rather large cloak was walking along the side of the street. The hood was covering most of his face. He kept glancing back every now and then as if he was afraid someone might follow him.
He bumped into someone as he took a turn. “Sorry!” he mumbled.
“Have you gone blind?” the person said, his voice irritated, “Look, what you have done?”
It was only that some parts of his shirt got wet with the rain as his umbrella fell down. It would have been no big deal to an ordinary man. But he was no ordinary man. He was Kim Seokjin, son of the most beautiful being to ever exist, the goddess of love, Aphrodite.
“Sorry,” the man in the cloak said once again and hurried towards his destination. But Seokjin grabbed him by his hand.
“Where do you think you are going, young man? I’m not finished with you yet.”
“Sir,” the cloak man called, “Don’t block my path. I can’t deal with you now. I have an urgent work at hand.”
“What if I do block your path?”
“You might regret it.”
“Make me!” Seokjin scoffed.
Then the cloak man did something unexpected. He took out a small bottle filled with some purple liquid from under his cloak and threw its content at Seokjin’s face.
“What the…” before he could finish his sentence the cloak man jerked away from him and started to walk.
“Hey!” he called as his vision started to get blurry, “What did you do to me?” He was completely in the dark by the time he finished his question.
“Don’t worry, sir!” the cloak man yelled back at him, “It’ll only last for a day.”
The year 1021:
Namjoon appeared before the anticipated crowd. His punishment was finally going to be announced and executed. He felt relieved. After days of being tormented and forced to step back from the decision he had made, it felt like a peaceful moment to be finally discharged, even if that meant he was to be banished to the earth.
All the heavenly figures looked at him, some with curiosity in their eyes, some with hatred and despise, while some with grief, even some with pride and admiration. It occurred to him then, why the devil was the first to be casted away from the heaven. There were more fallen angels after him that nobody knew of or simply didn’t care about.
Namjoon stood straight in front of the Guardian angel. His posture showed that he wasn’t afraid. He was ready to accept the punishment for declining the Gods’ order. The only thing that bothered him was losing his wings. The wings, which he was born with. The pain was equivalent to someone losing their arms or legs, perhaps even more
“Kim Namjoon,” The Guardian called, “You were one of the best angels we had. How did it come to this?”
Namjoon remained silent. He kept pondering over the word, ‘were’.
“We will ask you once again.” The Guardian further said, “Do you accept your mistake and apologize to the whole angel community and the Gods and the Goddesses above?”
“I do apologize to the whole community for not being able to be a better leader. For if I was, I’m sure they would have followed me to the path I chose for myself. But alas! Not a single angel accepted my proposal.”
Hearing this, the crowd broke into a loud protest. The Guardian angel gestured them to remain quiet. Then, she added, with a loud and clear voice, “If it is so, we are afraid you will be banished from the heaven and send to the earth down below."
“I accept my punishment gladly.” Namjoon said, his voice sharp.
The Guardian sighed. There was a hint of pain visible on her face. “Do you have any last wish to make?” she finally asked.
“I wish to keep my wings. This is the only request I make to the majesty. And if your majesty refuses, I would make no protest neither any more requests.”
Another shout broke out from the crowd. Someone yelled, “Wings are the sign of angels. How can you wish to keep it, you devil?”
“Silence.” The guardian rose from her seat. The crowd grew silent once again.
She turned to Namjoon and declared, “Kim Namjoon, I officially give you the permission to keep your wings. But there is a condition. Once on earth, your wings will bear the color pitch black as a mark of disgrace.”
Namjoon bowed his head with his white wings opened wide. He had accepted the condition.
Present day:
The man in the cloak proceeded to his basement. He had found everything he needed, every answer to his questions. What was left to be done was building up his courage to finally do the task.
“Well, well,” someone spoke up from behind him, “if it isn’t the wizard in disguise.”
Before the man could move, he was pulled back by a rope. He sat down on a chair with a thump and the intruder immediately tied him up in a flash. He recognized the stranger at once. It was no other than Kim Seokjin.
“Who are you?” he asked, “How did you find me?”
“Wait!” Seokjin held up a hand in front of him, “I think it’s my turn to ask you questions.”
“You’re underestimating my power, whoever you are.” The man said it like a threat.
Seokjin started to laugh, “You sound a lot more confident than in the state you are in.”
When he was about to say something more Seokjin held up his hand once again and said, “First, hear me out. This is not just an ordinary rope. It’s called the rope of Hestia. I believe you’ve heard about it.”
The man nodded and said as a matter of fact, “I see.” he seemed to think for a while. Then, he added, “Since you’ve recovered from my spell sooner than any ordinary man and carrying one of the most important items of a Goddess, you are definitely no mortal. Now tell me what you are? A God? Perhaps a Demigod?”
“You’re quick, I see.” Seokjin said, impressed.
The man scoffed at this remark, “How did you get hold of that rope?”
Seokjin thought for a moment, “Let’s say, Hestia was really impressed by me.”
“Let’s say, you actually stole it.”
“Whatever, it doesn’t matter now. Since you’re unable to tell any lie, I ask you to reveal your true identity at once.”
The man sighed and answered, “My name’s Min Yoongi. I am 24 years of age. I am a wizard by profession…”
“Wait, what?” Seokjin interrupted him, “You’re a year younger than me? No way, you look like a father of two already.” He started to laugh again.
Yoongi was getting really annoyed by his jokes, “Can we please get to the point? What do you want from me?”
“The truth.” Seokjin replied flatly, “I know you’re up to something. Tell me what it is.”
Yoongi replied, “I’m trying to summon up an angel.”
Both of them gasped at once; Seokjin, for the shocking revelation and Yoongi, to have found out that the rope of Hestia actually worked on him.
Present day:
Namjoon sat by the corner in a bench. It was his usual place. He loved it here because it was peaceful and somewhat relaxing. The children could be seen playing at a distance, their chattering could be heard.
Someone came to sit beside him, “If you don’t mind, may I sit in here?”
Namjoon nodded his head in affirmation. The lady tried to make a small conversation. But since Namjoon didn’t sound very enthusiastic in his replies, she didn’t continue any further.
Namjoon had no other option but to follow this rule he had made for his safety in this dangerous world. If anyone found out about his true identity, he would get caught. Then, Gods knew what would be his final fate.
A Frisbee was thrown at his direction. A kid was gesturing him to throw it back to them. Namjoon stood up and walked towards it to pick it up.
Suddenly, his head started to spin. First, it seemed like his surroundings were vibrating. As he looked towards the ground, he felt it to be shaking rather violently.
Namjoon panicked. “What’s happening to me?” he thought.
He started to lose his sight as everything started to get blurry. The lady asking him if he was okay sounded very distant to him. Then, something exploded in his head.
“Ugh,” he growled in pain. The back of his shirt was torn. The large black wings, which was by then invisible to the mortal eyes, appeared in his back.
The children started to cry and scream in fear. The lady started to take a few steps back, “What is this thing?” she yelled, “Oh my God! Someone call the emergency.”
Then, his knees gave up and he fell to the ground. But what was expected to be a grassland, turned out to be a hard floor beneath him. His head started to feel normal again and the visions slowly came back to him. He knew by his surrounding that he was at a very different place now. He could hear a conversation before him distinctively.
“Does it look like an angel to you?” someone asked.
“Well, I don’t know.” Another replied in annoyance, “You are the one who’s supposed to have seen angels in real life.”
“And I did.” The first one said, “But trust me, never in my life had I seen an angel with black wings, fully dressed in black from his head to toe.”
My Masterlist
A Ghost Story (2017) by David Lowery
The film opens with a quote from A Haunted House (1921) by Virginia Woolf
Bitter-Sweet
Fandom: BTS
Pairing: Jungkook x Female Reader
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I refused to get up from my bed. Or should I say, I was unable to do so. Because I was going through the worst period cramps this month. I am very pain sensitive. So whenever I had bad cramps, it always made me cry my eyes out.
"Aren't you going to have your breakfast, sweety?" My sister asked while gently patting my head over the blanket under which I had taken my refugee.
My phone rang and I whined in annoyance. My sister brought it to me and said, "C'mon! Your bunny's calling you."
I pulled my hand out of the blanket and took the phone in. My sister left to avoid hearing our cheesy conversation.
"So, no good morning for me today, love?" I could imagine the pout forming on Jungkook's lips.
"No!" I said shortly.
"Have my baby girl been crying?" The tone was a little bit alarmed.
"Yes!" I said again.
It didn't take too long for Jungkook to understand the matter. And nothing much was needed to be said. He was on my doorstep already.
Ding Dong!
"Look, who's here?" My sister called from the living room.
Despite the pain, I walked out of my bed, my blanket still wrapped around me. As soon as Jungkook saw my miserable state, he pulled me into a warm embrace and I sank into his huge muscular body.
"I've brought you dark chocolates, love." Jungkook whispered softly and kissed me on my ear.
Minutes later, we were squeezed in the couch, blanket covering the both of us, my head resting on Jungkook's chest, biting onto my chocolate every now and then, while Jungkook hummed on to an ost of 'The Goblin' being played on the TV.
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My Masterlist
Special 8 photo-folio: Masterlist
Jeon Jungkook
Careful What You Wish For
When you’re stuck in a deserted road surrounded by wilderness, you have no other choice but to enter the huge mansion you see before you. The man you meet inside is mysterious. But he is too alluring for you to stay away from...
Kim Namjoon
True Self: Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3
Meeting Namjoon while you take your sister to the park proves to you that he is the kind of man you’ve always fantasized about...
Park Jimin
Dweller of the Dark
You are adopted by one of the richest persons of your country at the last stage of your teen. At your new home, you meet a silent and reserved boy of your age and become attracted by him instantly. But they introduce him as your step-brother...
Kim Seokjin
Star-Crossed
The dream is repeating for many times for it to be called just a dream. Seokjin wants to find the answer while you wait patiently for him to come back to you as he had once promised...
Kim Taehyung
Coming soon...
Jung Hoseok
Coming soon...
Min Yoongi
My Guardian Angel: Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3
You decide to follow a kind hearted stranger to his house in the middle of nowhere after you ran away from your abusive household...
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Found something in my draft and wanted to share it...
So, I just read Johnathan Swift’s Meditation Upon a Broomstick. Honestly, I barely knew its context yet the finishing misogynistic tone kind of threw me off. So, I did some digging and here’s what I could gather so far.
Let me give you some quick summary and the background context of it. Apparently, Swift had to do some reading of Occasional Reflections Upon Several Subjects by Robert Boyle to the ladies of the house. These are usually some observations of Boyle’s of the regular objects and his attempt to link a philosophical connection with the said objects using biblical references and such. Swift found them to be absolute nonsense and in an attempt to criticize Boyle he produced his very own lamentation on a regular object such as the broomstick which he called some kind of ‘meditation’ from his part. At the beginning, the ladies could not catch on to that but soon realized that the rant was taking an absurd turn instead of a philosophical one.
Now, upon reading some analysis of the text (Swift’s), I came to find out that not only he meant to ridicule Boyle but also his readers. And I took it personally. What kind of person mocks other people just because they take pleasure from certain kinds of entertainment that doesn’t appeal to this particular person personally?
Now, I might have considered that Swift genuinely believed that Boyle’s ideas were trash if I hadn’t read something in another article. There are hints that Swift’s Gulliver’s Travels were inspired by Boyle’s idea of creating such a romantic story. So, I would have loved to question, why Johnathan, why? Why did you despise Boyle so much? Is it because his works entertain more ladies than yours? Because he’s more popular among women than you are? Are you jealous?
I also came to another conclusion upon this matter. It is not new that we are ridiculed for our liking for anything. Women have been insulted time after time for something they are interested in, something that they can relate to, something that gives them comfort. Whether women enjoy romantic movies or K-pop or anything at all, they are sure to be made fun of. Because long before, they were even insulted upon liking someone who is now known to be the first modern chemist. In this context, Swift's witty nature seems bitter, doesn’t it?
I loved A Modest Proposal, which is the first and the only thing I read by Johnathan Swift. I really expected something better from him. Now, some of y'all might come at me saying it was only meant to be a joke. Swift and even the ladies might have had some laughs over this event. Of course, that could be the case. I wouldn’t even have to know about it then. The fact that he esteemed this manner was right to be made public in writing is what bothers me.
That was just my thoughts. Let me know if you have something to say as well. Also, feel free to correct me if I get anything factually wrong.
Happy Birthday to one of the strongest people I know...
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