rmjunhao

[rmjunhao]

[ beyoncé voice ] bitch, i’m back by popular demand.

hELLO!! to all you oldies, hey. imy. & to you newbies, hey!! i’m yumi and i have here for you, xu junhao, blessed w diamond mimicry! he’s a 19 year old disenfranchised first year majoring in business w concentration in international relations. he’s also alpha’s hazing target & the initiate most likely to be dropped and if that doesn’t scream Hot Mess™ to you then ,,, good 4 u. 

on a side note, i’ve revamped a few minor things abt him & his background which is all conveniently included for y’all under the cut. read: i made him a bit more angsty purely for the sake of my own personal entertainment. 

anyways, i’m super excited that rm is up and running again!! and of i’m so excited to write with y’all so smash that like button if you’d like me to slide into your ims for plotting purposes ofc (((; i also have a twt ( @sichengly ) and a discord ( yumi#1724 ) if that makes life any easier for you.

soOoOooOOo yeah, pls love me and my revamped boy. over and out. 

profile ! mutation ! bio !

born in hong kong as a big shot celebrity child to a former gold medal figure skating olympian turned ceo & a model/actress. he’s known as hui janho in cantonese, though he goes by xu junhao as well. probably goes by jun a lot. 

obviously he had to play the part of the perfect son so learning how to act & also being in the center of the public eye is something that became normalized in his life from a very age but eventually he grew to love the attention, the endorsements, the lifestyle

junhao by nature was a Wild child, the type to mess around and get himself almost killed if his parents turned around for two seconds

story time: 7 yr old junhao for some reason thought it’d be a brilliant idea to try to rollerblade on his slip n’ slide because that acceleration tho—yeah he has a long jagged scar on his left knee from that despite his mother’s expensive anti-scarring creams bc his toddler fingers couldn’t help but pick at the scab!!

parents signed him up for all kinds of sports as soon as he could freaking walk to channel some of this reckless energy into something more productive

eventually stuck with rugby & was well on the path to playing professionally with various uni scouts fighting to recruit him until the Incident during 12 grade

naturally a very social boy and made friends left and right ,, but of course his lifestyle led him to come off as snobby to some people

a fellow high school classmate was one of said people and clashed w junhao from the start ,, now junhao isn’t known for being a pacifist and he kinda got a kick out of egging this boy on bc let’s be real, he’s your typical, immature teenager

one day the snide remarks escalated into a full on fist fight in which junhao’s powers manifested for the first time

imagine punching and being punched by a blindingly bright boy whose skin is literally as hard as rock that also happens to be 183 cm tall & 65 kg of mostly muscle ,, yeah it didn’t end very well for that boy

lots of outlandish rumors spread about what happened that damaged his public image and he lost a lot of his university offers because of this

parents wanted to send him away so he could learn to “fix” this issue somewhere far away from them so they gladly pulled every string in the book to get him into gumi although he did have to take a gap year bc of this mess

he’s having a hard time trying to come to terms w the fact that he’s been practically disowned and no longer has half the luxuries he took for granted. he’s trying to pass as nonchalant & carefree abt his fall from grace & as far as the general public knows, he’s being shipped all the way to s. korea for uni bc he’s the new youth ambassador for a pro mutant-human coexistence organization. but he really misses rugby & just his old lifestyle in general :((

stumbled upon seoul’s underground fighting scene by accident one weekend and now he’s using it as an outlet for his pent up angst & stress & also as a source of income bc he needs the money now. it also gives him a nice rush whenever he wins & makes him feel kinda nostalgic. in cases like these, he quite likes his mutation bc it’s lowkey enough that the moderators don’t know that those rock hard abs still stay tht way even after eating 20 big macs

personality wise, he’s like your stereotypical  loudass 19 yr jock who rarely takes anything seriously, says bro & dude too much, laughs at dick jokes, & doesn’t know when is not an appropriate time to snicker at vines on twt. he can’t deal w anything emotionally charged and uses humor as a way to hide the fact that he can’t do the whole feelings thing

trouble kind of always follows him around ,, he’s always got stupid ideas that he’ll act upon before thinking through the consequences but it’s always minor things like ,, he’s not a murderer or anything

lowkey a closeted kpop girl group fanboy!! like he listens to twice and momoland on the daily ,, knows all the dances to all the songs ,, u get the gist but stfu he doesn’t like talking about it

all in all, a Hot Mess™ trying to live the gucci gang life okay he’s not as bad as he sounds pls love him

[rmjunhao]

he’s stunning

[rmjunhao]

rmwen‌:

( ... )

he comes back to the living room. looks at the cause of his upcoming headache- where he sits still on the couch, waiting. “didi. where do we have to go?”

we. he can already feel himself regretting this.

junhao’s all boyish smiles as he watches wenyan, scowl and all, mumble to himself as he grabs whatever he deemed necessary for their little, late night excursion.

yeah, he had definitely found his ride or die. 

( although, he would very much like to find someone slightly less easily irritated at the sight of him, but same idea. )

“you love me though, ge.” he says jokingly, but hoping deep down there was truth to these words, even if it were just in the slightest. it’s only natural, he believes, to hope for when the elder was all he had left of what he once called home. he doesn’t like to acknowledge it, much less admit it, but he finds himself missing the comfort of hong kong from time to time. even unintentionally romanticizes the familiarity of it before he catches himself.

no, he shouldn’t. he couldn’t. he was driven far from there. pushed all the way from his posh, little comfort zone all the way onto this tiny, korean island in the middle of basically nowhere with only bugs and the occasional squirrel for company. there was nothing left for him there, not when all the nostalgia he could ever need can be found in—

“nice swim trunks, they’re even more colorful than mine.” junhao can’t help but chuckle a little at the bold color choice and the dizzying print paired with the less than pleasant frown tugging at wenyan’s lips. the juxtaposition of the two creating a stark contrast worthy of his snapchat story, and maybe will serve as good blackmail material later. or perhaps ( and most likely ) he’ll save a picture on his phone to look back at once in a while when he needs a quick laugh.

unlocking his phone, he’s fully prepared for the rejection of such a plan and the deepening of the frown but asks anyways for the sake of formality, “can i put you on my snap story?”

( having already taken three pictures, he’s onto the caption now: 🅱️ro 💪🏻😤 is pissed bc my shorts are more couture lmao 👏🏻😂 )

“anyways, you’re ready, right? we should go now.” he checks his phone although he already knows the details. again, he figures its out of habit. junhao finds that he’s been doing a lot of things just for the sake of it more often than not recently. and he knows it’s probably something he picked up since becoming an alpha initiate, but he ignores it. all for the sake of the process, he’ll do whatever they ask of him, idiotic or slightly life threatening or not.

“they said i just have to jump off that cliff at the north end of the island and into the water. i guess the water’s cold this early in the morning or something.” he’s already out the door, holding it open for wenyan to inevitably follow as he begins the short trek to their destination, adrenaline slowly building in this veins with every step. he can feel it in the way his heartbeat quickens at the mere thought of backflipping into the dark ocean waves. he’s shaking with excited, like any other thrill seeker would be.

everything would be fine … right?

he takes a deep breath, trying to slow the beating of his heart just a bit. ( it’s the adrenaline, not nerves, he tells himself. ) the crisp, cool breeze of the island’s early summer morning fills his lungs, fills him, with some sort of ease. though the steady sound of feet fallen into step beside him provides the boy with much more relief. “you’ll just have to record me jumping. they want video evidence in an hour at the latest.”

he takes another deep breath. this time though, he can no longer deny that it’s to quell his nerves.

“it’s nice weather for swimming, huh?”

COLD, COLD WATER

[rmjunhao]

rmharim‌:

( … )

“i’m going to regret this.” harim stares dully at the ceiling. “that’s chill. when do i not?” 

one.

he hears it in the brief pause in shuffling, the abrupt halt of zapping of mosquitoes, ( quite a convenient trick, if you asked junhao. ) the metaphorical, yet ever present groaning as the gears in his friend’s mind turn at full speed. if one were to ask, he would say he knew harim well enough to be able to hear harim’s mental tirade of unnecessary diversions made by his train of thought en route to finally arriving at a decision.

two.

the shuffling and zapping resumes. he doesn’t fret though, not when he knows this is just a pit stop. it always was and again, junhao knew this well enough, if evident by the way the easy quirk of his lips did not cease to appear. he figures it’s only a matter of time, after all.

three.

he almost falls forward and onto harim when the door he had been resting the majority of his weight on is opened more abruptly than originally anticipated. the surprise is quickly replaced by the smugness that came with the satisfaction of being ultimately right in his JUNG HARIM 101 calculations: ultimately, he always came around. 

( albeit, usually complaining about almost everything junhao drags him around to do, but still. it’s the thought that counts, he guesses. )

“well, i have been told that i’m quite the pleasant sight for sore eyes.” he ignores the flat tone of his friend’s greeting, choosing so much as to spare the aforementioned red ants a glance before stepping around the boy and into the cabin, where he makes a beeline for harim’s now empty bed before hopping onto the mattress with a little more force than necessary. maybe it was for the dramatics. maybe it was because he’s excited to finally get the night started. or maybe it was to get a reaction out of harim, just for the fun of it. regardless, he makes himself comfortable before pulling out the flask of, if any administrator asked, happy water.

he takes a quick swig, feeling the chamisul burn its way down his throat whilst leaving a fruity, sour taste in his mouth. ( the best soju flavor was of course, green grape. anyone who says grapefruit is a pathological liar in junhao’s not so humble opinion. ) he’s waving the not-at-all-suspicious gunmetal gray flask in the air now in an attempt to beckon harim over, though not before letting out an overly exaggerated sigh as the alcohol slowly makes its much needed way into his veins, coloring them purple; blurring his vision slightly at the edges: the tell tale signs of the beginning of a night he hopes he won’t remember.

“today’s not gonna be just any ol��� good day, bro. it’s gonna be a hella lit day��” a pause as he takes another quick sip, mostly out of habit. once he starts, it’s autopilot from there, as if the motion of bringing whatever drink in his hands to his lips has been programmed. ingrained in his mind whether he’s conscious of it or not. “—cause i got you a super hot date tonight. trust me, you can’t skip out on this one, my dude. anyways, when have you ever followed my lead and gotten into any kind of major shit?” 

yet another pause. 

again, another swig. 

he doesn’t wait for harim to start his whole pondering process ( because he really doesn’t want to spend all night working out the logistics of the validity of his bold claim. ) and opts to answer in his place, “that’s right, never. and the keyword is major, by the way.”

junhao has the decency to scoot closer to the foot of the twin xl, wrinkling the sheets a little in the process, before patting the freshly minted space next to him, again inviting harim to share in the pre-gaming festivities the comfortable way.

“if you start drinking now, and all goes well, you won’t remember enough to regret anything, man. here, finish this before the rest of it somehow magically disappears into my stomach.” he holds the flask at arms length in the other’s direction, as if doing so is a preventative measure for his own all or nothing drinking habits. in doing so, he finally gets a good look at the casual outfit harim has adorned: loose flannel with his glasses peeking out of the pocket, and all.

“oh, and you should change into something more … party-ish too while you’re at it. maybe also try contacts because remember last time? you half squinted, half glared at your poor date all night—”

fuck it, he’s impatient and takes just one last mouthful of liquor. the satisfaction of its bittersweet taste is immediate. 

“—and that didn’t end well, if i remember correctly.” 

FLY WIT’ ME

[rmjunhao]

Send “✆” for a MORNING text. Send “✉” for a text that WASN’T SENT. Send “☎” for a RUSHED text. Send “⁇” for a DRUNK text. Send “✿” for a SUGGESTIVE text. Send “��” for a LATE NIGHT text. Send “✘” for a HATEFUL text. Send “#” for a RANDOM text. Send “@” for a SCARED text. Send “&” for a LOVING text. Send “%” for a CURIOUS text. Send “ツ” for an EXCITED text. Send “$” for an ACCIDENTAL text. Send “♀” for a HEARTBREAKING text.

[rmjunhao]

rmxmiyoung‌:

( ... )

she couldn’t believe his words; did he really just call her princess? asking her if she could handle that? miyoungs eye twitched, her fist clenching, counting to five in her head before she unclenched it. not everyone knows what you can do, miyoung. remember that, she thought as she stepped away from him to get into position to start her bench pressing. “don’t you ever call me princess again.” taking a deep breath, she threw him a glance before getting to it, lifting the many weights with barely any strain. not long after, she had calmed down again, drifting back to her own thoughts, ignoring the figure and hoping that he would go back to whatever he was doing before he decided to interrupt her.

he sees the mixture of expressions on her face. he grins at the surprise, smirks at the disbelief, and finds the scowl all too entertaining. he stops short though, at the look of determination in her eyes: bold, red, and in all caps. and it’s quite comical how much his own eyes widen as she picks up the bar as if there were not an ungodly amount of weights on the ends of it, but rather mere feathers.

“what the—how in the world did you do that?” he asks in disbelief as she sets it back down. junhao’s mind has been thoroughly boggled at this point and he finds the embarrassment from his cocky act not too long ago slowly creeping up on him. here she was, a whole two heads shorter, but could manage to lift weights that even he, xu junhao, himself and any other sensible person in the gym’s vicinity wouldn’t dare attempt. he’s racing through the possibilities: alien vitamins, major steroids, and other miscellaneous enhancement therapies when it hits him—junhao’s not attending just any university. this was gumi international.

“oh wait, i get it,” the smirk from before slowly making its way back onto his visage, smug as the realization finally dawns on him ( and perhaps saving his close-to-shattering pride. ) “you’ve got some kind of fancy super strength mutation, don’t ya?”

HIT THE TOP

[rmjunhao]

rmdaeil‌:

( ... )

( ‘he finds a boy he doesn’t recognize when he swings open the door to his cabin’s shared bathroom, head against the toilet seat and passed out tiled floor, doesn’t realize they’re not one of his own because quite honestly he doesn’t fucking remember who his cabin mates are. ) ( ‘he’s already reaching for the nearby sink, fingers curling around the faucet head, it’s not a large space by any standards. gathers a handful of the running water in the palm of his hand. ) hey, wake up— ( ‘he’s merciless, slaps them across the face with the freezing cold water, wet hands slapping against his cheeks, shaking him conscious by the sides of his face. ) —wake up. grab your camping bag, we have to move.

( ` / he doesn’t remember much. he didn’t plan to anyways. although, he does remember running into a lot of people—some expected, some totally unexpected. and still some pleasant, while others were not so much so. ) ( ` / somewhere along the way however, the faces began to all blur into one another as the booming of the bass became a pulsing throb, and the thoughtless chatter turned into discordant noise. )

( ` / he obviously had crossed his point of no return and then some, evident by the way his gait became staggered and the stars that swam consistently through his vision. ) ( ` / he’s full on stumbling now, going wherever his legs take him, with whatever inebriated logic they have acquired. ) ( ` / and that’s all he knows before the dark veil of unconsciousness takes him, wraps him up, and puts his fuzzy mind to rest, ending what he would have ironically called: a night to remember—that is, until he’s met with a cold, hard slap of reality. quite literally. )

what the actual fuck? ( ` / he mumbles, still a little groggy, but fully coherent nonetheless. heavy eyelids struggling to open fully, as he takes a look at whoever decided to give him that unwanted wake up call. ) ( ` / not that he’s mad per se, junhao’s just too damn exhausted to care about anything but sleep at this point. )

( ` / he’s still trying to get a sense of what the hell was going on. why could he barely remember what happened last night, after he had lost harim at the crowded party, and a part of him now knows he should have never accepted that shot from the sketchy kid in the corner of the living room. why he was in the bathroom. why his head hurt so bad, aside from the fact that he had clearly been using the toilet seat as a pillow. but most pressingly, why the heck is this guy frantically talking about moving and camping at whatever god forsaken time it currently was. ) dude, i don’t even know who you are or what the hell you’re talking about, but my head hurts like a bitch so i’m not trying to go anywhere right now.

( ` / he brushes past said ‘dude’ and trades the cold tiles of the bathroom floor for the first unoccupied bunk bed he sees in the cabin, collapsing into the sheets head first as his eyes begin to shut almost immediately. ) ( ` / he gets the sense that the guy from the bathroom still has his eyes trained on him, however, and junhao finds that even at his worst he still has the decency to— ) oh, but good luck with whatever camping bag thing you’re doing.

[rmjunhao]

U trick ass bitch

“sorry, is this your own way of saying that you tryna’ tap, bro?”

[rmjunhao]

rmharim:

( sms — +82 32-####-#### ) haha what idk what ur talking about ( sms — +82 32-####-#### ) dude u hiding something? :/ ( sms — +82 32-####-#### ) jk ( sms — +82 32-####-#### ) just say u got swole to crayon pop and go ( sms — +82 32-####-#### ) Btw im not hating on miss lovato dude im just saying sober isnt the best song to try to lift to  ( sms — +82 32-####-#### ) ur boy’s trying not to find more reasons to cry when lat pulldowns are already a little tear-jerking

( 📮sms ⤏ harim 🅱️ro ) sWOLE TO CRAYON POP WTF R U SAYI deleted! ( 📮sms ⤏ harim 🅱️ro ) Listen i dont even know who crayo deleted! ( 📮sms ⤏ harim 🅱️ro ) bar bar bar is actually a bop k? deleted! ( 📮sms ⤏ harim 🅱️ro ) dude literally stfu  ( 📮sms ⤏ harim 🅱️ro ) if u tell ever anyone im gonna really show u what tear jerking means ( 📮sms ⤏ harim 🅱️ro ) miss lovato and lat pulldowns will be the least of your problems ( 📮sms ⤏ harim 🅱️ro ) anyways cant u just find workout playlists on spotify or smthn ( 📮sms ⤏ harim 🅱️ro ) oh and the alpha dudes want coffee again ( 📮sms ⤏ harim 🅱️ro ) u coming with?

SHOUT OUT, HO

[rmjunhao]

COLD, COLD WATER

@rmwen

hazing. 

everybody knows it happens, even those administrators who casually turn the ever blind eye. with a legacy as reputable as alpha, every year he assumes, with more initiates than those that actually make the final cut, must be a game best summarized as a survival of the fittest—if being forced to engage in probably drunk, mildly embarrassing acts of, more often than not, self humiliation ( all recorded on snapchat, obviously ) somehow ultimately bettered the human race as whole, that is.

( though of course, he was the kid in the back of the classroom, not paying his seventh grade biology teacher nearly enough attention when she decided to enlighten the class on mr. darwin and his theory of evolution. )

junhao receives the text a little past two, after the sun has long since set and the crickets camped right outside his cabin window have been going at their cacophony of a number for hours. he’s been scrolling mindlessly through social media, skipping every youtube video intro, outro, and even some of the unnecessary stuff in the middle, all while in an effort for his eyes to finally grow heavy. it works, but not nearly soon enough. not when the notification flashes green enough to completely color in the restlessness that lay in the depths of his aching limbs. the glaze coating his eyes quickly fades away, only to be replaced with a newfound sense of alertness, and a glint not all can describe as completely innocent. 

he’s no stranger to this feeling, having experienced it before. once, when they called him over. promised him a fun time. handed him a whole bottle of bitter tequila, the entirety of its contents burning its way down his throat. twice, when they invited him to the beach. told him to chill, relax. pulled up a chair for him. handed him yet another variety of the devil’s beverage of choice; this time in the classic red solo cup, just like the ones in the movies. he had felt it then: pure exhilaration, along with some apprehension mixed in here and there. junhao just couldn’t help but get lost in the moment during those times. with the music blaring and the laughter a little too loud, he felt that this was the epitome of being alive; truly present—or at least, as alive and present as any teenage boy could ever hope to be.

and yes, maybe he did it because he wanted to fit in. because he needed to grasp that sense of belonging tightly within his balled fists. because not fitting in was not an option, not for xu junhao, dazzling ( quite literally ) boy wonder. but also because a part of him has always thirsted for the kinds of outlandish, once-in-a-lifetime moments that not everyone lives to be able to tell.

and sure, he has mastered the art of pushing the events that followed: the intoxicated stumbling through the woods at quarter past three, the waking up to a mouthful or two of sand, the what the fucks, and the never agains, into the very back of his mind. although, it’s only because he has to. because he’s xu junhao and he never takes no for an answer. because deep down, he’s got something to prove; mostly to others, but maybe a small part of it is to himself too. so he grabs the necessities, changes into his swim trunks, and sets out for the four walled confinement that started it all with only one thing—or rather, one person on his mind.

said person was the closest thing he had to a ride or die, having been stuck with each other since their primary school days. though he knows for a fact that neither one would like to admit it. said person was also saved as number one on speed dial, the first he’d rely on in times of trouble because he knows if he were ever beaten black and blue, crimson on asphalt, and all light was slowly flickering from view, said person would always have his back, begrudgingly or not.

said person is—”wenyan ge,” he calls, walking into the alpha house’s notorious threshold, eyes darting around the dimly lit room. he sees him lying comfortably on the worn couch, headphones in and gaze focused on whatever movie was playing on his phone screen. junhao makes himself known by ripping the buds out of wenyan’s ears, well aware that this would likely piss him off, but he’s a little desperate at this point—an initiate’s status is a very real ticking clock, moving closer and closer to its inevitable end.

“gege, i just got the text,” a pause. “it’s a polar plunge this time.”

[rmjunhao]

HIT THE TOP

throwback to JUNE 2018 with @rmxmiyoung

if he could have stayed there forever, where the mirror lined walls and gently worn mats made him feel a peculiar, but not unpleasant, kind of way, junhao was pretty sure he wouldn’t pass up on that opportunity.

he’s grown accustomed to the whirring of the equipment; the beeping of the treadmills. at seven, they were a source of fresh novelty and boyish wonder. at nineteen, they’ve become the white noise he finds being replayed in his mind as eyes trace the patterns of his ceiling at night, lost somewhere between the worlds of his consciousness.

yes, it has become somewhat routine for him; something he remembers doing almost as soon as his two, stubby toddler legs learned to walk, but in this case junhao finds the mundaneness of such a routine to be a comfort; one of the only constants that exists within the grand fiasco that he calls his unpredictable life.

it’s therapeutic, even, being able to simply let his mind go blank, with only the numbers of reps and sets exponentially increasing consume his thoughts. and so he welcomes this regimen with open arms—perhaps as a way to destress, or maybe more so to have an excuse to stare unyieldingly at his own reflection for an hour or two. either way, junhao finds that the opportunity most certainly does not go unappreciated.

he’s halfway through the usual, ( lift, inhale, spare the fangirls watching a glance ) switching off every button on the control panel save for the autopilot, when he sees her; so jarringly out of place it halts junhao abruptly in his tracks; causes the train whirring inside his head, going at full speed to come to a screeching halt, dangerously close to crashing and burning all together. and as he watches, he can’t help but widen his eyes. left thumb hovering, mid-insta scroll; right arm with enough decency to slowly put the dumbbell down on the rack that it came from—all because of a certain girl’s seemingly over ambition.

junhao’s not the world’s greatest math whiz, that he’s sure of. said girl is putting on what looks to be about nine hundred pounds of pure agony onto her bench press, that, ironically, he’s also pretty sure of.

something about the whole thing; her small frame and the harsh lines of the bulky weights—the juxtaposition of the two silhouettes just didn’t sit well in the pit of his stomach; in the depths of his mind; in the very center of his self-esteem. so the boy does as he knows best: retreat into the realm of doubts and incredulity because overly perpetuated gender norms are always strictly accurate, right?

“woah, take it easy there,” he calls out as she adds yet another ten pounds to the mix. then, with an octave of doubt in his voice and a bemused look on his face, ( eyebrows quirked and all ) he closes the distance between them with a few lazy strides; the smugness dripping off the fingers that now rest on his hips can be deemed as too much for some.

he shrugs partly out of condescendence, mostly out of habit, “you sure you can handle that, princess?”

[rmjunhao]

am i allowed to call you daddy?

“how ‘bout you call me tonight instead, babe?”

[rmjunhao]

rmharim:

( sms — +82 32-####-#### ) hey dude what kind of music do u listen to when u work out ( sms — +82 32-####-#### ) bc u always look motivated  ( sms — +82 32-####-#### ) but spotify keeps trying to make me listen to demi lovato and idk man it kinda kills the mood no offense to Miss Lovato sunbaenim 

( 📮sms ⤏ harim 🅱️ro ) bro is this a plot 2 get me 2 say it cuz  ( 📮sms ⤏ harim 🅱️ro ) u already kno tho ( 📮sms ⤏ harim 🅱️ro ) dude also dont hate on my girl demi  ( 📮sms ⤏ harim 🅱️ro ) she’s not THAT bad

SHOUT OUT, HO

[rmjunhao]

rmjunhao:

wHAT’S GUCCI, GANG?? i’m yumi and i have here for you, xu junhao!! he’s blessed w diamond mimicry, a 19 yr old first year, uni rugby player, alpha initiate, business major w concentration in international relations, and certified Hot Mess™. i have his pages linked & a rundown for him under the cut as well if you’re so inclined to check it out!

anyways, i’m super excited to be here and write with y’all so smash that like button if you’d like me to slide into your ims for plotting purposes ofc (((; i also have a twt ( @sichengly ) and a discord ( yumi#1724 ) if that makes life any easier for you. 

soOoOooOOo yeah, pls love me & my boy. over. 

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[rmjunhao]

LET’S PLAY A GAME, DARLING

@rmyejin

he swears he can spot her from even miles away. with long, blonde hair flying every which way courtesy of the ocean’s very own breeze, she’s not the most inconspicuous to say the least. despite being not completely over the trauma of having his head in an unideal predicament with a certain white, porcelain bowl, he can’t help but follow when his legs immediately start carrying him in her direction, as if acting upon pure instinct.

junhao’s sure it’s because he likes the challenge. after all, a life of willing smiles and easy conversation eventually becomes lacklustre, especially if it has since become so mundane; so routine that it physically hurts how dull something once so foolishly entertaining has become. maybe that’s why he’s become an addict, hooked on the thrill of the chase. at least, that’s what he keeps telling himself when asked why he even bothers to put up with so much heat ( literally ) when he could easily find someone more willing to give him their time of day.

or maybe, he presumes, it could be an egotistical thing. growing up with a silver spoon clenched tightly in his fist, on bad days the only ”no” he’ll get is from someone when prompted with the question,”if the doctor says i’m slightly lactose intolerant, does that mean i should stop eating ice cream?”

so with yejin giving him the constant cold shoulder, junhao can’t help but be amused. her flustered antics only add fuel to his fire, and soon he realizes that he can’t find a way to put it out. it consumes him in the most juvenile of ways, pushing him to test the limits of her patience further and further, only to be rewarded when she sends a snarky comment his way; for his motivation to be renewed when she shoots a classic glare in his direction.

in all honestly, the boy doesn’t quite know why he’s so insistent on her of all people. all he does know is that he can’t take no for an answer. perhaps, that will get him into some big trouble one day. for now though, junhao figures he’s in the clear.

“hey, long time no see,” he greets nonchalantly. casually sitting down on the rotting, wooden dock besides her unannounced as if they’ve been the best of friends since birth. as if they didn’t have a history of his unrequited attempts at trying to ( in his very own words, unfortunately ) tap that. junhao braces himself for whatever unwelcome retort he anticipates will be thrown his way by leaning back, supporting the majority of his weight on the palms of both his hands; legs swinging carelessly back and forth as they hang precariously off the dock.

then he turns to her. meets the fury of her gaze with his very own. drinks in the sight of her. cocks his head slightly to the side. flashes his signature, lazy half smile.

“so, whatcha fishing for?”

[rmjunhao]

FLY WIT’ ME

@rmharim

mild nights at sleep away summer camps are anything but assuming. in stark contrast, they’re an excuse to give into the spontaneity of adrenaline driven impulses. to finally act and start crossing things off that mandatory, “crazy things i did one summer” bucket list. to spend the finite number of your rosy, youthful nights doing exactly what your mother told you never to do, even if you’re half sure you won’t be able to remember it the next morning, just for the sake of being able to say you did so in the future.

so when an invite or two are sent his way about some kind of vague, “get 2gether possibly involving hot chicks and b00ze,” he truly cannot see any reason to say no. albeit, the boy was never known for having the best sense of judgement. about forty minutes of shirt tugging, teeth brushing, and putting an obscenely unnecessary amount of gel in his hair finds him in standing in front of the orange cabin’s brightly colored door.

now, junhao likes to think that if life were a competition, he’s definitely winning—if the number of insta comments and twitter dms from various girls ( and boys, for that matter ) making his phone lag were anything to go by. and when his mood is this sky high from a few simple strokes of his already over inflated ego, he figures it’s time he share some of that so called, unconventional joy.

enter, jung harim. fellow alpha initiate, hyung of 8 days, and what junhao so lovingly calls, “a charity case” because for the past almost two months since they’ve known each other, junhao has learned quite a deal about said boy. namely, that he’s got absolutely zero game when it comes to the love department. ( or is it actually more so the hooking up department? ) so in accordance with the 138th rule of the universe, junhao naturally takes it upon himself to help a friend out and play wingman, even if it’s mostly because he needs an excuse to have harim owe him some essay he knows he’ll be too lazy to write later anyways.

he knocks, loudly, as if this were a testament to his own sense of self—and it takes all but a whole three, brief foot taps before his fist is raised, rapping at the door again, frustrated at the silence he’s getting in response. patience, they say is a virtue. it’s just quite unfortunate that junghao’s never been deemed as a virtuous boy.

“harim, my dude. you in there?” he calls, weight shifting back and forth between his legs now as he takes a quick glance over his shoulder, making sure the coast is clear out of good ol’ habit. he pats his pockets, reassured when he feels the square-ish outline of a cool, metal flask, before sighing loudly as his forehead comes to rest on the door. you know, for the added dramatic effect.

“dude, stop ignoring me, we gotta pregame. i know for real you’re in there playing video games or something.”

[rmjunhao]

wHAT’S GUCCI, GANG?? i’m yumi and i have here for you, xu junhao!! he’s blessed w diamond mimicry, a 19 yr old first year, uni rugby player, alpha initiate, business major w concentration in international relations, and certified Hot Mess™. i have his pages linked & a rundown for him under the cut as well if you’re so inclined to check it out!

anyways, i’m super excited to be here and write with y’all so smash that like button if you’d like me to slide into your ims for plotting purposes ofc (((; i also have a twt ( @sichengly ) and a discord ( yumi#1724 ) if that makes life any easier for you. 

soOoOooOOo yeah, pls love me & my boy. over. 

profile ! mutation ! bio !

it’s hui janho if u prefer cantonese! probably goes by jun a lot. your resident student athlete stereotype.

a big shot celebrity child from hong kong from the start bc his parents are a former gold medal figure skating olympian turned ceo & a model/actress

do i even have to mention that financially he is extremely well off

obviously he had to play the part of the perfect son so learning how to act & also being in the center of the public eye is something that became normalized in his life from a very age but eventually he grew to love the attention, the endorsements, the lifestyle

junhao by nature was a Wild child, the type to mess around and get himself almost killed if his parents turned around for two seconds

story time: 7 yr old junhao for some reason thought it’d be a brilliant idea to try to rollerblade on his slip n’ slide because that acceleration tho—yeah he has a long jagged scar on his left knee from that despite his mother’s expensive anti-scarring creams bc his toddler fingers couldn’t help but pick at the scab!!

parents signed him up for all kinds of sports as soon as he could freaking walk to channel some of this reckless energy into something more productive

eventually stuck with rugby & was well on the path to playing professionally with various uni scouts fighting to recruit him until the Incident during 12 grade

naturally a very social boy and made friends left and right ,, but of course his lifestyle led him to come off as snobby to some people

a fellow high school classmate was one of said people and clashed w junhao from the start ,, now junhao isn’t known for being a pacifist and he kinda got a kick out of egging this boy on bc let’s be real, he’s your typical, immature teenager

one day the snide remarks escalated into a full on fist fight in which junhao’s powers manifested for the first time

imagine punching and being punched by a blindingly bright boy whose skin is literally as hard as rock that also happens to be 183 cm tall & 65 kg of mostly muscle ,, yeah it didn’t end very well for that boy

it took a boatload of $$$ and lawyers to get the school to keep their mouths shut about what really happened

lots of outlandish rumors spread about what happened that damaged his public image and he lost a lot of his university offers because of this

parents wanted to send him away so he could learn to “fix” this issue somewhere far away from them so they pulled every string in the book to get him into gumi for rugby although he did have to take a gap year bc of this mess

as far as the general public knows, he’s being shipped all the way to s. korea for uni bc he’s the new youth ambassador for a pro mutant-human coexistence organization & NOT bc he’s an actual mutant himself okay?? parents are also paying $$ to keep it on the dl

he quite likes his mutation? like he gets a fresh start bc of it and passively he’s got a subtle glow now, rock hard abs w/o the maintenance, and flawless skin bc of it so he’s liTERALLY SPARKLING ( u can be sure he’s abusing the Heck outta this ) like what’s there not to love??

he’s basically been disowned by his parents at this point so like he doesn’t give a shit abt their reputation anymore ,, as for his reputation he’s trying to rebuild it from the ground up, joining alpha as an initiate cause he’s trying to be on the winning side of things ( also hE NEEDS THE MONEY ,, like he’s lived a certain lifestyle his whole life ,, he “can’t function” without a monthly shopping allowance of at least $3000, okay? ) && cause he’s trying to show that even if he’s a mutant, he can still be great

personality wise, he’s like your stereotypical ( kinda spoiled ) loudass 19 yr jock who rarely takes anything seriously, jokes around too much, laughs at dick jokes, & doesn’t know when is not an appropriate time to snicker at vines on twt

kinda a fuckboi ,, not gonna lie ,, thinks he’s the Shit & flirts with literally everyone pls stop him

trouble kind of always follows him around ,, he’s always got stupid ideas that he’ll act upon before thinking through the consequences but it’s always minor things like ,, he’s not a murderer or anything pLS

does take his instagram seriously tho and is the type plan his “feed” weeks in advanced!! anything for the fans tbh ( and for his own vanity )

lowkey a closeted kpop girl group fanboy!! like he listens to twice and momoland on the daily ,, knows all the dances to all the songs ,, u get the gist but stfu he doesn’t like talking about it

all in all, a Hot Mess™ trying to live the gucci gang life okay he’s not as bad as he sounds pls love him