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36. dirt

36.

Jongno-Gu, Seoul.
📍Bukchon Hanok Village

On the short journey in the car to my Aunt's house, I was able to get some life sorting together. That is— the small amount of life sorting I could possibly do.

With my new found "fame" and "success" in accumulating followers on Twitter, it isn't surprising to me to see so many emails flooding my business inbox. The only issue now is that I am located in Seoul and not Long Island anymore. I've sent out almost a hundred emails all stating the same thing:

Hello and thank you for your business inquiry! I am super excited to consider a sponsorship deal with your company; however, I will be located in Seoul, South Korea until further notice. Please let me know if this will change the content of our agreement. Thank you! -Kang Jae.

Yeah, these fuckers made me start addressing myself using my surname first. I don't mind, but still. It's the principle of it all.

I feel slightly apprehensive seeing Korean companies reaching out to me. Although I think they have no legal control over the business decisions I make, but I feel as though if I made a bad one they would be all over me for it. Consequently, now I have to spend time researching every company that contacts me— thoroughly. I can't be the reason for Jungkook's demise. I refuse to be.

I want to contact my mother and tell her all that has happened, but it is 3 in the morning there. I guess I will have to wait, and by that time I hope to be acquainted with my Auntie Miyoung by then.

I've researched where she lives. It's a small, traditional village named Bukchon Hanok Village, and I already have a feeling my contemporary ass will not adapt to this quickly. I sigh heavily as I'm scrolling through my social media to see what's going on, and to also divert my attention from my impending misery meeting with the woman my mother has virtually excommunicated from her life.

It takes a long time to dig into the Korean tweets, or the Korean side of "stan twitter" as it's dubbed. I suppose that when I can finally switch my iPhone language to Korean it will be easier to come by, but for now I have to use bookmarked tweets given I can't follow anyone anymore.

There are Naver articles labeling me as the "American Light" of the Korean medias. Although official media outlets are praising the relationship (in which the company has probably paid good money for), I can't deny the mixed reactions from the fans.

There are thousands of pictures of me from when I was outside the building this morning. I look decent, I must say. I don't absolutely hate the way my candid photos came out, but I also don't have the brain power right now to read the long comments in Hangul.

I lock my phone and save it for later. My time away from my phone is short because I receive a text, and it's from David.

David: hey sis
uh... I hope everything is good there.

I smile at my screen. This is the most heart warming thing ever.

You: you okay? It's really early.
& thanks man I'm good

David: I've been playing video games all night

You: lolol ofc