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[color=AFEEEE][b]Location(s):[/b][/color] The Kyong Household -> El Jefe Beach House
[sup][color=AFEEEE][b]Person(s) he bothered:[/b][/color] Ariana [@Bee], Min-seo [@Fabricant451] and Issa [@Taytay][/sup][hr][/center]
[indent]It was midday in sunny and beautiful Beverly Hills. And wow he had a problem.

Well. This was a predicament. He was definitely in a predicament. Now, predicament was a synonym of problem but the word problem never really captured the awkwardness of a true "predicament". A predicament felt more powerful, more cringeworthy and generally worse than a mere problem. Problems made him think of mathematics and that wasn't too bad. Now why was this particular Korean in a predicament, thinking of the word predicament in his head? Because he just learned what the word was in English a few seconds ago. Park mouthed the foreign syllables, mixing the word in his mouth. Connecting that word to "[i]predicamento[/i]" in Spanish was easy enough. He often drew parallels between the two languages to make it easier to increase his vocabulary. 

Although American media was prominent within Seoul, he wasn't what you would call a fluent speaker yet. He was slowly but surely getting the hang of the language. He usually had no problems with pronunciations although tenses and verbs still alluded him. Coming from learning a much simpler romance language like Spanish to learning a complicated clusterfuzz of English was a jump. Butt  he was willing to do it and damn right needed to if he was planning to do anything productive around here. He had arrived a week ago and he had spent most of it learning English from his uncle who was a confusing teacher. How did the word "bitch" even connect to Ms. Santos? Didn't that mean female dog? How was that an insult? Dogs are adorable! He huffed in frustration, placing down the big Oxford dictionary his uncle had given him for Christmas. 

The teen sat up from the couch, grabbing his phone to scroll through Kakaotalk or Katalk. It was a Korean messaging service and he used it to chat to people back home. No new messages. Well that was depressing. He hoped to receive at least something from his coach (well, former but he didn't think like that) and friends in the past week. Alas, nothing. He leaned back and rested his head on the cushions. He was currently experiencing a "predicament" (he was getting better at using that word) every 21[sup]st[/sup] century kid had - boredom. 

His fencing gear hasn't been shipped in yet and his sword had yet to be cleared. There was no gym nearby to train in and he didn't know the neighbourhood yet, hence he couldn't run. The Kyong household was empty and would be for the next few days. It was the holidays and the couple he was staying with wanted to go "camping" as they called it. He had a week until school started and he had spent the last week cooped up inside, exercising and keeping fit. He had gone as far as to order a karaoke machine to sing some songs. Single karaoke felt just as sad as it sounded.  He hadn't had the chance to do anything [i]fun[/i] yet. But why would he even do so? He was a wallflower, he knew that. He couldn't go to a party, that sounded ridiculous! But as he rolled over and over in the soft cushions, something boiled inside of him. An urge. A want. A pressing feeling waiting to be released. He stopped and paused, sliding his hand down his body. A small smile grew on his face as he closed his eyes. His hands grew ever closer to the hem of his pants before-

[i]*GROOOOOWWWWWWWLLLLLLLLLLLLLL*[/i]

His stomach went as loud as possible. Park giggled, rubbing his belly through his thin shirt. He jumped up and raced to the kitchen. He lunged for the fridge and pulled it open, revealing a plethora of prepared meals he had made the night before. A beautiful plate of sashimi stared at him. His stomach growled even louder. He licked his lips and with a loud "uwa!", he took it with two hands and placed it on the table. He shut the fridge door with his foot before sitting down to eat. He fished his pocket for chopsticks before taking them out with a flourish. He clapped his hands together and bowed his head politely. 

[color=87CEEB]"잘 먹겠습니다!"[sup]1[/sup][/color] he exclaimed before digging in. Stuffing five slices of spicy salmon into his mouth, he salivated at the freshness of the fish. He closed his eyes in ecstasy, gasping slightly. His mouth opened in an "o" shape, his head rolling backwards. This was what heaven was like. This was orgasmic levels of delight. Within 30 seconds, his plate was empty and his stomach full. He muttered a small thanks for the meal before burping. His tongue would dull for the next day or so due to the ungodly amount of spice he just consumed but who cared? This was heaven. He patted his stomach down and crashed the plate into the piles of dishes left in the kitchen. He'd do that later, he was far too bored to do chores.

Within five minutes, the happiness wore off and gave way to boredom once again. Wow, Park was really bored. He flicked through the channels before deciding that the Spanish Univision channel was the only one worth watching right now. A marathon of a twenty season long show was currently playing. [i]Amor en Los Lagos[/i] or "Love in The Lakes" was a popular Latin-American drama show from the 20's that was frequently replayed due to its abnormally large fanbase around the world. He had even watched a Korean translated version when he was a kid and had used it as a useful tool to learn Spanish. He could recall every episode in his head with clarity and this was a favourite of his. The male lead, acted by Demián Bechir, had just punched his mother-in-law's uncle's grave in frustration as his wife watched him. 

[color=87CEEB][i]"Eduardo! ¡¿Como pudiste?!"[/i][sup]2[/sup][/color] His mouth moved at the same rate as the actress, even as he took his eyes of the screen. Eduardo caressed his wife's cheek, smiling widely. The man's stylised fake moustache seemed to flop off a little bit. Park farted. [color=87CEEB][i]"Oh, mi querida Angelica, mi querida querida Angelica, no quise patear la tumba del primo de tu suegra. ¡Fue un accidente! Un puro accidente. Guau, te ves muy sexy con ese vestido, querida esposa mía. Mi dulce y querida calabaza, ¿por qué no hacemos el amor esta noche? Aquí, aquí mismo. Mi dulce niña de calabaza. Mi niña de calabaza absolutamente deliciosa."[/i][sup]3[/sup][/color]

[color=87CEEB][i]"Oh Eduardo! How could I deny you so?"[/i][/color] The couple proceeded to take off their clothes and the incoming barrage of sex noises was what made this show so popular. It was like a mixture of bad karaoke and a goat mating with a donkey. It was quite disturbing and absolutely hilarious. What made it even better was the all black screen censor and the musical dialogue. Since, of course, the dirty talk was in musical form.

[color=87CEEB][i]"¡Mierda, es más grande que un pene de burro! ¿¡Es de plástico Eduardo !?"[/i][sup]4[/sup][/color] The Korean sung at a high-pitched [i]accelerando[/i] before devolving into fits of muffled laughter. 

The dialogue was just as good as he remembered it. Imagining the scene in a still graveyard made it even funnier to him. He paused the show and replayed the same line over and over, his gut twisting from uproarious laughter. He turned and rolled, tumbling off the couch. He coughed and sputtered, eyes blurring with tears as the climax repeated itself over and over again. He sat up after a minute or so, breathing heavily and waved the television off. He wiped the tears from his eyes and cracked his back. [i]Amor en Los Lagos[/i] was far too dangerous right now. He could break his spine from laughing too much. To an immature, shut-in bilingual teen from South Korea, the dialogue was the penultimate humour of all time. 

But soon enough - actually around two minutes later - Park was once again a very bored teen. But he didn't want to waste the day napping! He had do at least one thing fun. He needed to do something. He glanced at the pile of dishes. Something other than that. He would rather walk around the whole house in a handstand! His eyes brightened and he set to do his work. After half an hour of painful, strenuous and downright abhorrent exercise in the form of handstand house navigation, he collapsed into the couch. Okay. Maybe not the best use of his time. He scanned the room once more, making sure his gaze went up and over the evil dishes. K-pop of Ages caught his eye. He didn't need an aneurysm. Fifty Shades of Red. No thank you, too much blood stuff. The Fabulous Life of Joo Kyong-Park? The most overplayed documentary in his household. Karaoke? He felt a pang in his heart. Too much single karaoke affected the soul. He flicked his eyebrow. 

Honestly, Park liked his alone time. He spent most of his life in two places, the apartment and the fencing gym. He only strayed away from those places when he went out with his friends or with his uncle. But only in Seoul, never straying too far from the town centre. He never went on trips, his parents were too busy. Most of the major fencing tournaments were held in his home city so there was no point in going anywhere else. His life had centred around it for so long. But for someone who had been there for the most of 15 years, he didn't know the city like the back of his hand. He didn't know the people and the street culture, he never got the chance to. 

Park spent his entire life in a small box in a very big wide world. He explored but only went so far, he ventured but only for so long. The beyond stayed as the beyond, the unknown as the unknown. He always ached to find new things and new friends but maybe he was the one doing something wrong? He thought that being this nice, stationary figure in the distance could attract someone. Nothing happened. He looked back at his phone. No new messages. Not a single bleep, a single reply. A single greeting or "how are you doing". Where were his friends? Why weren't they sending him anything? Soo Ling had called him earlier to tell him about a surprise competition that came up. But that was three days ago and still, nothing? What was going on?

Friends. He needed them. Park glanced towards the karaoke machine and back to his phone. Maybe he had to go to people, instead of letting people come to him. He looked at the clock and back at his phone. No new messages. Time ticked past and still, no new messages. He closed his eyes and flicked his brow. [i]Tick tock tick tock[/i]. No new messages, no ding. Nothing. He eyelids crept open and he stood. Time to greet the world. A few minutes later, he would be standing in the living room dressed to the nines. He needed to go somewhere and be someone. He glanced at the forgotten dishes and felt a sudden urge to do them. Mostly spurred on by the image of a specific nagging Spanish auntie. [color=87CEEB]"Crap."[/color] 

More than a few minutes later, the Korean emerged from his bedroom in a long, loose-fitting black and white stripped shirt which reached mid thigh, blue fitting jeans and a pair of high-cut grey Vans[sup]TM[/sup]. With tan wide brimmed hat adorning his head and a backpack slung over his shoulders he was ready. He made sure that the karaoke machine in his bag was safe and sound before venturing into the beyond, leaving behind his phone. He was in the driveway, walking out with a cheer as his phone dinged. One new message. 

He sneezed. Was he doing the right thing? He shrugged to himself, walking brightly down into the street. He would find his way back home.
[hr]Park was horribly lost. [color=87CEEB][i]"Mierde."[/i][sup]5[/sup][/color]

Now, it technically wasn't his fault. His uncle didn't properly teach English to the point where he could clearly understand directions. Now on the way from the coffee shop, he had asked a nice lady as to where his house was. He had probably gone left instead of right and now he was horribly lost. At night. Wow was this a bad idea. Why didn't he take his phone?! He dragged his hands down his face, sitting at the corner of God knows where. It was getting dark and he had no idea where to go, what to do or how to fluently speak English! What was he going to do?! He heard giggling in the distance, a cluster of teenagers a little older than him entering into a driveway. Music was heard, yelling and shouting. Music + Girls = Party. This was it! He stood. He sat back down. His heart hammered in his chest. Girls. What was he going to do?! 

[color=87CEEB]"나는 여자와 대화하는 법조차 모른다. 못쓰게 만들다!"[sup]6[/sup][/color] He flicked his brow, a single strand fluttering off the skin. He was heading straight into the frying pan if he went there. But wasn't that what he wanted? He couldn't sit at home waiting for messages to come! He had to make the messages come to him! Standing up with bravado, ignoring that his thoughts made no sense, he marched down the sidewalk with big swinging arms.

The Korean slowed down as he looked down the driveway. It was a grand home, a large beach house with beautiful architecture and flashing lights shining through the windows. His heartbeat increased with every step he took. Halfway down, he was passed by a stream of people. He couldn't look like a fool around possible friends! He marched to the front and made his way inside of the party. Now, the poor boy has never been inside of an actual party before. The loud music, overwhelming sights and smells were a little too much for a newcomer. The people smoking weed in the corner, the couple making out on the couch, the countless people milling around and talking - it was all a little much. He was soon pushed out of the doorway and into the grinding, sweating bodies. He froze and immediately went to the wall, being mostly unseen by most of the people in the party so far.

This was far too much. He tried to control his breathing as his head swivelled around the place. In out, in out. Wow, this was way too much. Who said this was a good idea again? He started to panic, his fingers tightening on his bag strap. His heart hammered in his chest, pulsing with the beat of the music. Everything began overwhelming his sense and he tried to find his way out of there. Sweat began to gather on his forehead, his tongue going dry as he tried to find a solution. He looked to the couches but they were all full. The dance floor was packed with people, far too many people for him to deal with. He had to find somewhere to go Anywhere at all, anywhere but here. He went on the tips of his toes to sneak a glance at a bar at the other side of the room. It seemed relatively quiet.

The awkward teen crawled along the wall, slipping through the crowd to avoid bumping into anyone. He was like a ninja, a wallflower ninja that avoided any and all contact with anyone else. He muttered curses to himself along the way. HE DIDN'T NEED TO JUMP INTO THINGS THIS FAST! But alas, he was here and he had to find a safe starting point to make some friends. Why did the liquor corner seem like a good idea? He didn't have a clue and right now, with the sweat slicking off hair and landing on his cheek, he could care less. He stuck to the wall as best as possible, going so far as to jump into the curtain when a couple crashed into the couch he was stepping on. After jumping over a particularly high stoner in his path, he lunged for an empty seat. 

Peace. Park sighed. He looked down at the water cup in front of him and emptied it into awaiting lips. Due to his dull tongue, he hardly tasted the alcoholic burn the vodka he downed had. The impact was a sudden wooziness to a new drinker and he slammed his head into a nearby wall after the sudden dizziness. He blinked a few times. He didn't hit his head on a wall. He looked up to a very angry looking, older teenager who he had just slammed his head against. He jumped in his sea with arms in the air, accidentally interfering with any conversation his neighbours (one Ariana [@Bee] and Issa [@Taytay]) might have been having.

The larger male grabbed Park by the collar of his shirt and raised him from the ground. He knocked the Korean's seat down with his foot in a blind drunken rage. "The fuck do you think you're doing, [i]chink[/i]?"

How did you apologise in English?! He went for the best next thing. [color=87CEEB][i]"¿Lo siento?"[/i][/color] The man growled. Oh he was in it now.[/indent]

[hider=Translations for Different Languages]
1. Grace in Korean, said before a meal

2. "Eduardo! How could you?!"

3. "Oh, my dear Angelica, my dear dear Angelica, I did not want to kick the grave of your mother-in-law's cousin. It was an accident! A pure accident. Wow, you look so sexy in that dress, my dear wife. My sweet and dear pumpkin, why do not we make love tonight? Here, right here. My sweet pumpkin girl. My pumpkin girl absolutely delicious."

4. "Shit, it's bigger than a donkey's penis! Is it plastic Eduardo?!"

5. "Shit."

6. "I do not even know how to talk to a woman. Fuck."[/hider]