#& dionysus / sihyun.

[maggotmouth]

@eleutherixs

          she walks the halls like a fallen angel, a purposefulness in her airy stride, slowed by the drunken weight of her limbs. her hair is wet ; at some point, she’s fallen into the sea, and returned to the club with the smell of ocean breeze on her hair, hungry for the feeling of a body pressed against her own. it won’t be arlo. it won’t be florian either. for someone who seems to harness love in the flicker of her smile, she’s wound up trapped insufferably in love --- or out of it --- with two people who have eyes only for each other. but then again, she’s never really loved arlo. he’s just a way for her to wile away the small hours, playing games with love and lust.

           so it seems somehow inevitable that she ends up seeking out sihyun, a fixed point in a sea that’s always changing. an anchor. she’s blissfully aware of him edging into her periphery, yet the quality of her movements is still airy, almost removed from herself, tucking her elbows up onto the bar as she swigs from her glass of malbec. for a moment she’s silent – a rarity for thea, so often bursting with excitement to tell a story – and then her hand sinks into her bra to tug out a baggie, body slinking closer to his. “y'want an eccy? i’ve got two left. no telling!” she plucks out a pill the size of her smallest thumbnail and pushes it onto his tongue. her finger lingers, roaming around his mouth, and pressing the pill to crunch against his tongue beneath her fingertip. “don’t waste any,” is muttered in almost childlike vitality, removing the digit from his mouth to strike it against her own tongue, licking up the excess. angelic, yet sickening – thea somehow existed in both polarities, mouth drifting to trail against the bones of his nose as she pulled his fingers into her mouth, eyes on his as her lips popped to pull against the skin. touch me was said in the scream of her eyes, blown pupils, ecstasy in her veins. want me was sung by the flit of her clothes in the wind, white slip-dress half-muddied, her angel wings tatty with wear. “are you here with anyone tonight?”   

[eleutherixs]

✧･ﾟ(  Dionysus + kim minjae + demiguy   ) 𝒎𝒂𝒎𝒎𝒂 𝒎𝒊𝒂 !!  have you seen (   Jung Sihyun  ) around ? (  he/him or they/them  ) have/has been in kaos for (   3 years   ). the (  twenty-four year old  ) is a/an (  club owner   ) from (  Seoul, South Korea   ). people say they can be (  self indulgent   ) but maybe that’s not too bad ‘cause they can also be (  hospitable  ). whenever i think of them, i can’t help but think of ( shattered wine glasses on white tiles, the sound of a crowded room, glitter stuck on your collarbone after a night out  ).  ･ﾟ✧  

(tw: vague implications of homophobia)

βιογραφία

Born in wealth, a silver spoon in his mouth, Jung Sihyun truly never had to worry about a single thing in life. His father was the head of a very powerful company situated in Seoul and his mother soon took her place as president on the board of directors for Bumin Hospital Group. From birth, there was a trust fund set up for Sihyun so he’d never have to work a day in his life. He was taught by the best tutors and wore the best clothes. He had the most expensive toys and he never had to ask twice for something. Sihyun went through school and life like he was king, everyone loved him, both girls, boys, and everyone in between. After graduating high school, of course, Sihyun was expected to step up, to head to college and work for his father until he was ready to step into those custom made Italian leather shoes. It didn’t matter much what Sihyun wanted to do or who he wanted to be because with all the luxury came the expectations.

His first year of college was when the other shoe dropped. Sihyun had just begun coming to terms with who he was and what he wanted without realizing that he was being watched at all times. No, he wasn’t a celebrity but he was expected to be on his best behavior at all times if he was to take over his fathers' company. Which is why pictures of him kissing another guy outside of a nightclub in Hongdae angered his father, upset his mother, and confused both his younger brothers. His father was furious, throwing all sorts of words in Sihyun’s face, worried about appearances and how this would affect company stock. His mother just cried. After weeks of deliberation on what to do with their shameful son, his parents decided sending Sihyun overseas for a few years until everything died down would be the best idea.

How they decided on Kaos island is unclear to Sihyun. Maybe it was him whole felt drawn to the island or maybe it was his parents who stuck a pin on a map and said this is how far they wanted their son from home to protect their image. His parents expected him to move his life to this island far from home and stay quiet in the process with no clear sign of if they wanted him to return home. Sihyun thought of it a little bit like being in the witness protection program only with less death. It wasn't easy to part with the comfortableness of his lifestyle but eventually, he was pushed out of the nest with no say on his side.

Before settling down on the island of Kaos, however, Sihyun decided to travel the world, go off the grid truly just like his parents wanted. He spent many weeks in different parts of the world, visiting islands in Thailand, enjoying the sun and the beach by day and losing himself in a crowd and the feeling that it brought by night. Months later he found himself in Rio de Janeiro, attending his first pride event and meeting all kinds of people, making connections and even gaining himself a bit of a following online under a different name. Then came Las Vegas, throwing money away like it was nothing, drinking and smoking and laying down with beautiful people. New York let him explore parts of himself he hadn’t even knew existed, a drag show each night, brunch with artists and musicians and performers every day, a place filled with rich culture like he’d never known before. Ibiza was where he let himself lose any semblance of control, an exciting form of madness taking over his body and everyone he met.

Two weeks later he was in Greece with just the clothes on his back and enough money to start a new life. The beginning was difficult, getting situated and being unable to really feel comfortable in himself and his new life was a challenge. He’d never had to face a challenge before in his life. After weeks of aimless wandering and running his bank account dry he decided to put the skills he had gained from countless tutors and all the expensive private schools to use. Sihyun decided that he’d do what he did best, bring people together to party, to drink, to lose themselves and their minds. And in this, he’d find himself again.

λεπτομέρεια

Sihyun has always been business-oriented thanks to his parents and once he was settled on the island he planned on opening a club as he felt the nightlife was lacking. With just enough money in his account to buy out and remodel an old building, he started his new project.

A few months later the grand opening of Eleutherios was hot news around the island and a huge success. Sihyun had never really managed a business but he took this club seriously and worked hard to make it a success.

The move to Kaos was liberating for Sihyun and after he’s spent some years there he doubts he’d return back home even if his parents allowed him to.

Sihyun has two dogs, Priapus and Maron, two beautiful white jindos.

Sihyun loves dance and theatre and if not at the club or at the beach he can be found at the local theatre watching a play and in some rare cases even participating in one.

His fashion sense is very much over the place but unable to shed his expensive lifestyle, he is always wearing designer brands. Often he can be seen in long flowing robes or dresses, always colorful and always in interesting designs in the summer. During the winter he sticks to long coats and interesting sweaters.

Sihyun hates the winter and he always has. He’s glad the island doesn’t have gruesome winters like what he’s used to in Seoul but nonetheless, Sihyun can feel when the seasons start changing and it hits him hard.

[maggotmouth]

florian, tempest, ara, arlo, sihyun

    “ i’ll get shit whatever i say, so i’ll simply be honest and hope that’s enough. i’d marry florian, fuck sihyun, kiss arlo, cuddle ara, get drunk with tempest, although we'd both want more. this one was easier to answer — less variables and history — and somehow harder to admit. but lo, the course of love never did run smooth. ”

[maggotmouth]

Most attractive people on the island?

            arlo and florian are both beautiful in different ways. arlo’s is the cherubic kind, the angelic sort of splendour of youth, whereas florian’s is more of a statuesque beauty. the kind of beauty you’d see in a billboard for abercrombie and fitch. vera is attractive, but it’s only enhanced by her beautiful personality. i fancy andrés. there’s something dark and brooding and mythical about him that’s incredibly hot. and angele. if i could have anyone else’s face, i’d want it to be hers. fabian is attractive, even when he’s covered in blood. and sihyun’s body is one that haunts my dreams with it’s elegant appeal. but as silly as it sounds, there are attractive things in every face — in the slope of the nose or the shape of the leg, or in the jut of the hipbones as they taper down beneath trousers. i think the abdomen, the torso, will always be my favourite part of the human form.

[maggotmouth]

who are the most attractive people on the island according to you?

          florian, always. his is a face carved by gods themselves, which i suppose only makes it hurt all the more that he can’t find a place for me in his heart. arlo is beautiful. he has the kindest face and the kindest heart, and sometimes when i make him laugh or smile it feels like i could melt. pavlina is perhaps, the only one who’s beauty rivals mine ( save arlo ) and tempest has all the kittenish grace of a nymph in her features. sihyun has this dazzling quality to him that makes him somehow irresistible, magnetic in the way expensive jewellery attracts the wayward eye. 

@floagreste, @superpcsitions, @ofpcrsephone, @queen-tempest @eleutherixs