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#004. hanjae y khai se encuentran a haruki en la cafetería del museo tomando un descanso. / @h4njae , @khvis .
la academia sí que no se tomaba las cosas a la ligera, tal y como esperaba. se encontraba sentado en una de las mesas de la cafetería. luego de echarle un pequeño vistazo al museo de bellas artes, decidió pedir un café para despabilarse. una mirada ajena se posa sobre él y atina a decirle lo primero que cruza por su cabeza. ' oye, tú... sí, tú. no crees que estoy perdiendo mi tiempo aquí por gusto, ¿no? '
#disculpen el 2x1 y disculpen el humor de este niño...#piensa que lo van a meter en categoría c de una lol.#ft. hanjae rhee.#ft. khai lee.#h4njae#khvis#𝔟𝔞𝔡 𝔡𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔪 ; interacción.
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let's talk.
they have a talk, and hanjae finally talks about his feelings.. for once | ft. choi soobin & nam hanjae | wc: 0.6k
"so.. did you make your decision yet?"
soobin asks, half his body on top of hanjae's. he barely lifts his head to stare at the older, and then places it back down onto the practice floor. "about what?" soobin furrows his eyebrows, scoffing at hanjae's lack of interest for his question.
he flicks his forehead.
"ow! what's your problem!"
"you can't avoid the topic forever!"
"why can't you let me!?" hanjae exclaims, he pushes soobin's face away, making him whine. "i don't want to talk about it.." he mutters, rolling over and pressing his cheek onto the practice room floor.
soobin groans, lifting himself up and placing all of his weight on hanjae once again. "seriously, you don't have to go if you don't want to" he says, staring hanjae straight in the face.
the younger pauses, biting his inner cheek, his face contorts into one of uncomfortableness, this topic isn't one that he's so keen on talking about, but here he is. "i don't know, hyorin isn't even in the country and just being with them on my own is a disturbing thought to me".
soobin hums, simply staring again. he knew all about hanjae's parents and their.. horrible way of deciding to treat their kids, their the ones to blame for their children's mental issues, the ones who made them want to run away, but the relationship between them and their two children has always been a little complicated..
"i don't know.. i feel pretty bad for not visiting" hanjae mutters, poking his tongue through his cheek, and soobin pouts, grabbing his face and turning it so he faces him. "you shouldn't feel that way".
hanjae snickers. "you need to stop worrying about me, i'll be fine" soobin frowns at the words, how could he not worry about him? the only thing on his mind at the moment was.. well— worrying about hanjae.
"don't give me that look".
"you can't order me around, i'm older than you" soobin states.
"by seven days".
"still older" soobin gives a cocky smile, and hanjae scoffs, sticking out his tongue at him. "you look like an idiot".
hanjae makes a look fo fake offense, turning away from soobin. "that's so mean to say to your boyfriend" he emphasizes the word 'boyfriend', and soobin's face scrunches in fake disgust.
"we've been dating for four months".
"you were in love with me for three years and just now became brave enough to say anything!" hanjae exclaims, and soobin scoffs, completely taken aback. i mean it's not like hanjae was wrong but to say it so blatantly is so mean! he did the same thing too! does he remember that?
"you're so stupid" soobin mumbles, now laying completely on top of him.
hanjae pouts. "that's mean".
"didn't you just insult me?"
hanjae gives him a look of disbelief, then gives a small laugh. "no, i have no idea what your talking about, i'm innocent" he gives his most innocent of smiles, then laughs once again, laying his head onto the floor.
"idiot".
"you love me".
soobin lays his head down onto his chest, listening to the beating of his heart. "sure i do" he says, getting himself comfortable on top of the younger. he reaches for hanjae's hand, and starts playing with his fingers, humming to himself.
"so your not gonna go visit your parents?" soobin mutters, playing with the charms on hanjae's bracelet. "at least.. not now?" he clarifies, looking up at his partner.
hanjae stays silent for a moment, his thoughts straying to places he'd never consider actually talking about out loud. "i think i'll wait for a moment.. i'll talk to hyo about it first" he runs his fingers through soobin's hair, staring at the older like he was madly in love with him.
oh wait.. he was.
"you can always.. talk to me.. okay?" hanjae blinks at the words, a smile spreading across his face without any real thought. soobin just continues listening to his heartbeat, comfortable where he is, lying on top of him. "don't be afraid too".
"i'm not afraid anything".
"uh huh, sure".
#tomorrow x together#txt#original characters#kpop oc#kpop original character#male oc#txt additional member#txt oc#txt addition#txt scenarios#tubatu#choi soobin x male oc
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BASICS
FULL NAME: NAMGUNG SEUNG-YONG [ 함열 승용 ] » MEANING: Namgung[Written as “남궁” in Korean. Other forms; Namkung, Namkoong, Namgoong. From Sino-Korean 南 (nam) meaning “south” combined with 宮 (gung) “palace, house”. This is the most common Korean compound surname.]; Seung [ Written as “승” in Hangul; from Sino-Korean 昇 (seung) meaning “rise, ascent”, 勝 (seung) meaning “victory, excel” or 承 (seung) meaning “inherit”, as well as other characters which are pronounced similarly.]; Yong [Written as “용” in Hangul; from Chinese 勇 (yǒng) meaning “brave” or 永 (yǒng) meaning “perpetual, eternal.” This can also be a single-character Korean name, for example from the hanja 勇 meaning “brave.” Written as “龍” in Hanja, meaning “dragon” and is used as a family or given name.]; Seung-yong [rising dragon.]
VERSE: Night Shift; The Meaning of Forever; Serendipity
NICKNAME(S): Yong, Seungie
AGE: Appears Appears to be 30-years old but is actually 298-years old.
DATE OF BIRTH: Seung-yong was born in the 18th century South Korea, in 13th November.
PLACE OF BIRTH: Jeolla Province, South Korea.
OCCUPATION: Supernatural Bounty Hunter; was Personal Bodyguard to Gim Chunghae.
SPECIES: Witch, Dragon.
SEXUALITY: Bisexual; Biromantic.
GENDER: Cisgender male.
POWERS
Yeouiju (여의주)
Some power over rain, river, ocean, and weather conditions in general
Shape-shifting abilities
Super strenght
Longevity
Reincarnation
PERSONALITY
STRENGTHS: Curious, Alert, Loyal, Adaptable, Carefree
WEAKNESSES: Childish, Carefree, Stubborn, Moody, Compulsive
APPEARANCE
FACE CLAIM: Christian Yu/Yu Ba Rom
HEIGHT: 5′10 ft. [179 cm.]
WEIGHT: 143 lbs. [65 kg.]
BUILD: Athletic.
GAIT: TBA.
HAIR COLOR: Dark brown.
EYE COLOR: Brown.
BIRTHMARK: TBA
OVERVIEW: » SCARS: Seung-yong has many scars from minor accidents and battles during his years of service with the Gim Clan. » TATTOOS: Seung-yong has various tattoos he accumulated over time. A big dragon piece began appearing on his back and its details became more and more prominent as he grew more powerful throughout the years.
BACKGROUND
HOMETOWN: Jeolla Province, South Korea.
RESIDENCE: Seoul, South Korea.
NATIONALITY: South Korean.
ETHNICITY: Asian.
FINANCIAL STATUS: Upper-middle class.
EDUCATION LEVEL: N/A
DEGREES: Did not finish any formal education.
SPOKEN LANGUAGES:Seung-yong speaks Jeolla satoori and standard Hangul. He is fluent in English as well through years of practice. He is knowledgeable in Nihongo, Mandarin, and French.
RELATIONSHIPS
PARENTS: To be added; he is from the Namgung clan, related to Kumi/Mamuro's farmer friend; Family's been connected with the mighty dragons for many, many years.
SIBLINGS: None.
CHILDREN: None.
PETS: None.
SIGNIFICANT RELATIONSHIPS: » Gim Chunghae, former employer; Seon Hae/Akira, childhood friend.
FAMILY HISTORY: Seung-yong was told he was abandoned by his mother when he was born. He grew up with his father’s side of the family. He didn’t get along well with his father and a lot of his relatives weren’t very keen on taking care of him as he was seen as lazy, stubborn, and useless.
ROMANTIC HISTORY: Seung-yong had a string of lovers throughout the years but none of them lasted for very long.
PLATONIC RELATIONSHIPS: Seon Ha/Akira; a childhood kumiho friend and also a training partner.
THOUGHTS ON LOVE: “…”
HEALTH
PHOBIA(S): None.
HANDICAP(S): None.
MENTAL DISEASE(S): None that he is aware of.
PHYSICAL DISEASE(S): None.
PREDISPOSITION(S): Alcoholism.
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Birthday Surprise
ft. jaehyuk, hanjae (mingyu), and npc jessica 🤍
the final public writing of nova's birthday. thanks to jaehyuk mun for being a real homie and collabing with me on this again. xo
sparkling lights, flashing paparazzi cameras and the sound of heavy pop music blaring from surround sound speakers for the crowd that had gathered for nova's 30th birthday bash. the capacity had reached the stated limit, and despite the hesitation around the event in light of recent news, everyone seemed to have a good time. the bottles of alcohol had flowed from the open bar as puffs of smoke were floating along the air, creating an ambiance of sheer fun and recklessness. the vip section had been packed with warm bodies since the start, recognizable faces paying their respects to the dazzling birthday girl. influencers, idols, dancers, designers and all who were heavy hitters in the entertainment industry, both in hollywood and seoul, were in attendance.
despite the bright party being such a success, nova sat in a cold corner of the private section, legs crossed before her as her expression painted one of disdain. you could tell she was not entirely present, eyes dark as her she watched the disco ball spin for the billionth on the ceiling. there were no thoughts running through her mind, numb as the dark circles that had been patched up by makeup started to become quite evident. she had spent the past few days producing tears over jaehyuk, who was still laying in a hospital bed after the incident, unresponsive with multiple monitors insuring his existence. she had tried to make him twitch through various gestures, like planting kisses along his face and holding his hand until they moved jaehyuk to the VIP ward at his father's request. it had been the end of those attempts, and the end of her own visitation until further notice since she did not want to bring further attention to the situation. she had to swallow the fact she had not been able to receive any updates since, causing the guilt in her stomach to grow further.
"hey..." jessica, who had flown in from hong kong the night before just to attend the party, wrapped her arms around her dear little sister. she knew just when to swoop in, pressing her forehead against the side of nova's head. without any further words, the younger woman caved into her sister's arms, tears falling once more as they have for some time. it was tiring for nova to sob out, especially in public where her candid picture could be taken, which was the cue to the bodyguards to start setting up the privacy screens along the section. paparazzi had started to notice the actress' behavior, slowly tricking their way in to sneak a winning photo for their own free use. in english, jessica cooed to her, a firm hand smoothing the back of nova's head as she sighed. "let's go to the bathroom, yeah?" with her dark hair cascaded down and without meeting eyes with anyone else, nova held jessica's hand, being pulled out of her seat and following her lead.
the private hall, which had been connected to a secret exit towards the entrance of the hotel, was dimly lit and decorated quite plainly. there were a few people who had decided to hang out along the walls of it, really just minding their own business as the pair of celebrity sisters walked down it at a speedy pace. the bathroom was just at the end of it, designer heels clicking against the marble floor, almost reaching their destination until jessica stopped in her tracks, almost causing nova to push herself against her back. "oh my god–" it was rare for the older woman to sound so surprised, causing nova to peek over her shoulder, tired doe eyes rounding out as the view before her.
impossible.
it was jaehyuk, standing before them with a pained expression, along with another younger man at his side who was looking around in awe. the injured man was pale, hair messy in a way nova found seemingly attractive, as the dark leather jacket he wore covering up the fact he was wearing multiple bandages around his body. his towering figure was slightly hunched from the dull sensation of surgery, but that didn't change the fact that he was beaming before them. practically shoving jessica to the side and almost ripping the gown at her feet, nova rushed over to him, forgetting about absolutely everything as she wrapped her toned arms around her lover. he winced, trying his best to wrap his own arms around the bewildered woman, who was rubbing her face against the familiar warmth of his neck.
it was a moment that kept both of the accompanying parties quiet; jessica's own tears fighting to hold back as hanjae, the man who brought jaehyuk, crossed his arms before the sight, trying not to stare at the embracing pair for too long. the atmosphere changed almost instantly into a positive one, the actress pulling back slightly in disbelief as she searched for familiarity in his eyes before planting a sweet kiss. As he kissed her back, the tears dried on her cheeks, a hand coming down to settle on his broad chest.
"what.. what are you doing here?" the question of the century, not knowing how it was possible for this man to be on his own two feet despite her supernatural efforts. "did you....?" as if there was mutual telepathy between them, he nodded at the unfinished question of escaping the hospital, causing her to cant her head. "i had to. i think i'd be in worse pain right now if I failed to keep my promise. happy birthday, eunmi." he whispered between them, reassuring her as he always did. it was a habit that was hard to kill, but she would not reject the reassurance right now. it was needed, cupping his defined face in her hands. It seemed his headache was starting to dissipate during the few seconds he pressed his forehead against hers and closed his eyes. he also seemed thinner in her hands, probably due to the days he was asleep as the pad of her thumb stroked along his cheekbone as he intently examined her own features. he quietly noticed her own complexion, noting to push her for some rest later on.
hearing his company clear his throat from afar, jaehyuk noted his signal and became conscious of their limited time. but first, he beckoned behind him and introduced his friend, “that's hanjae by the way. he's a long time friend, like a younger brother to me, too.” hanjae was undeniably in the middle of a cake slice he had managed to nab at a nearby table, looking like a deer caught in the headlights as nova zeroed in on him. In response, hanjae playfully gives her a salute with a fork still in his hand and his face stuffed with dessert, “i can call you noona now, right? nice meeting you!” he beamed at her cheekily with a nose scrunch. as nova smiled at the younger, jaehyuk couldn’t help but snort at their friendly exchange. but this simple release of air promptly pained his chest, making him clench his jaw and divert his gaze. again, he was reminded of his fragile state. he had just woken up two hours ago after all. “i'm sorry, we can’t stay long. my father’s guards are going to catch on. I know I’ll be greeted with a scolding, too.” moonsik and hanwool crossed his mind, his closest friends he could never fool. “please rest.. sleep more, okay? But first enjoy your night. i love you.” jaehyuk kissed her goodbye and smiled a weak one before slipping out of the hotel with hanjae in the most discreet route. nova knew better than to follow suit, feeling as if the interaction was an illusion. he had come by and slipped from her fingers in what seemingly felt like a single second, eyes coming back to life with a lively glint. she stood frozen, his warmth still permeating along her skin as she turned to jessica, who was just as stunned. “eunmi–” she put her hands on nova’s shoulders, searching for a sign of life from her younger sister. in response, nova had smiled for the first time in days, lip quivering with sheer joy as she hugged her older sister tightly, squealing out in a girly fashion, “he’s awake… he’s awake….!”
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sin necesidad de esconder sus intenciones, buscó en los expedientes de su carpeta para comprobar la información de sus sujetos. " supongo que tienes razón. " la información no calzaba, por lo que levanta la mirada hacia contrario. " ¿en qué te entrenaste? también vengo de américa. " se atreve a indagar, ve que el contrario no tiene problema en hacer esto de la manera más expedita, y lo agradecia. " seattle, andaba por allí a menudo por trabajo, pero habría sido mucha coincidencia visitar la florería de tu madre. tal vez sí, me gusta regalar detalles. "
' no quiero contradecirte, pero no lo creo. ' recordar rasgos y facciones se le da bastante bien, es extraño que se olvide de un rostro por más fugaz que haya sido el intercambio. ' estuve entrenando unos años en américa si eso te es de utilidad. ' aunque lo duda no descarta la posibilidad de haberle conocido en algún entrenamiento. ' mi mamá tiene una florería en seattle, viví con ella antes de graduarme. '
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one minute his laughter is all that fills up the bedroom and the next i’m stirring awake, curled against the warmth of his flesh. i feel the ghost of his breath on the back of my neck and i’m frozen against this time frame. i close my eyes and he’s all that surrounds me.
i hear the soft sighs drawn with each inhale, the steady rise and fall of his chest almost rhythmic. hear his heart beating gently against his pulse. hear the hands of the wall clock moving painfully fast. the chill in the air suddenly tickles my toes, pressing up my back as i shift in place to look at him. pretty eyebrows. defined nose bridge. beautiful lips. he’d bask in these compliments if he was awake.
it’s 3 in the morning and he’s lit by the cool shadows of our night lamp, a quiet dew that’s permeated with only the sound of gentle breathing.
i’m in a completely different world: i feel his skin and i dawdle in the heat of it, the small fragment of nicotine lingering subtly in the air. i want to remember this as more than just a single memory. i want to remember this whole. i let my lips lazily trail against the side of his jaw, leaning over to become the light’s shadow. i kiss him once and drift against him, molding, melting— it’s cliché and overwritten, this sort of feeling. but it’s there. a closeness that isn’t just physical. a plethora of emotions that whirls from utmost euphoria. a moment of complete belongingness where he is mine and i am his.
i am his.
it’s 3 in the morning and the bedroom is loud of silence, of sex and faded nicotine, of promises and dreams, and of you.
i feel your arms go around me, holding me tight. i am safe, i am warm, i am home.
— 3:58am thoughts: you got me on the ropes.
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txt ⮩ open.
HANJAE: i use to laugh at the chefs that ended up with stitches somehow.
HANJAE: you know, thinking it was super unprofessional how they can mess up in such a way and injure themselves.
HANJAE: but, uh...
HANJAE: i... messed up and injured myself and now i'm the one with stitches.
#tribecastart#|| ft. open starter ||#|| hanjae's texts ||#//bby jae needs threads#laugh at his injury with me.
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»»———— ✼ [ @moonshined ]
Fidgeting with a stray string upon the cuff of his sweater, Hanjae stood. Ideally, he appeared casual rather than nervous and to any passerby - he did. The only hint to him even remotely being nervous was the way his index and middle finger moved against each other, twisting the piece of string in between said fingers. In his other hand, he held his phone. Using his thumb to scroll through a mindless feed of social media that wasn’t really holding his interest. Occasionally, his scrolling would cease only to tap lightly at the screen to leave a ‘like’ upon a post.
However, what he didn’t realize he was doing was that his thumb would occasionally go to the top of his screen and pull it down to check his notifications despite having been staring directly at his screen the entire time. A small hopefulness in his chest to see a green icon upon the screen with the name ‘Iseul’ next to it.
The cycle of his scrolling and occasional pausing would continue despite his surroundings being quite busy. The main entry way of the shopping mall wasn’t an ideal spot to loiter but it’s where he stood nonetheless - albeit off to the side just a tad. Had the weather been warmer, he would’ve waited outside for his companion but the sanctuary of the heated mall was much more appealing - a small smile coming to his lips at the thought of being scolded for waiting outside for Iseul.
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piensa en negarse al principio, pero su mirada hace un vaivén entre la mancha en sus pantalones y el saco ajeno. ' me estarías salvando la vida, gracias ', expresa, aceptando el gesto con un agradecimiento tal vez exagerado. aguarda por la prenda mientras escucha atentamente lo que su compañere tiene por decir. la palabra entrevista no le suena como algo pequeño, pero ahora que le ha ayudado a solucionar momentáneamente el problema, no se va a negar. asiente con la cabeza, dando a entender que accede a sus deseos. ' mi único pedido es que no preguntes sobre cómo terminé así ', bromea intentando aliviar el ambiente.
' ¿necesitas ayuda para cubrir eso? — puedo prestarte mi saco. ' de no ser porque interlocutora la ha señalado ni siquiera se habría percatado de mancha. su propósito se pierde al percibir molestia. piensa que estando desanimada la contraria se rehusará a darle respuestas sinceras, un claro inconveniente entre sus propios planes. ' venía a pedirte una pequeña entrevista. ' no ve razón para esconder verdaderas intenciones, no si espera ganar un poco de simpatía.
#hola. <3 cómo les voy a ignorar? de ninguna manera.#menos cuando su niño es todo un caballero.#ft. hanjae rhee.#h4njae#𝔠𝔯𝔲𝔢𝔩 𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔢𝔯 ⌢ script.
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LIFE WAS A FUNNY THING when you had all of eternity to ponder on it. hanjae, he had decided long ago himself too, was a lucky man, and whilst for some eternity would’ve seemed like an awfully long time he found it to be a soothing fact.
few men were as lucky as bae hanjae and his very existence was fueled by that knowledge alone: his beautiful wife, his wonderful sons, and a job that seemed to mean something was everything he could possibly need, and even want. he was a simple man like that, much to his own parents’ dismay, for within him existed the soul of a pureblood, yet the will of a man. he asked for little and still believed he was given so much.
it made it easy to return home every morning, sun rising as he embraced his wife, routine that was ingrained by now. that was why it was simple for him to notice when even the slightest thing was off, and he noticed it in the air the moment he stepped inside of the house. reading the energy was not a gift of his as much as a necessity. «honey ?» hanjae called out, finding her with her back to him in the kitchen when he entered. no words needed to be said when she turned, for her visage spoke a story on its own.
«whatever you’re worrying about, we’ll fix it. what happened ?»
closed ⤷ @brjihyun.
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❝ ✦ ◜closed starter◞ — @lucozdes
he'd fallen asleep before he could even realize what was happening, waking up only to feel pressure on his legs and the need to get up to piss. however, he didn't know who was laying on top of his legs and so he'd taken to the group chat to ask. of course it had to have been namkyu, the person who hadn't been in the group long enough for him to push the other off of him without second thought.. and of course han just so happened to be the one to give him shit for being a decent person. after he'd finally moved kyu, and his legs had woken back up, he made a beeline straight for where han had been laying. "i'm literally going to fucking murder you." taemin grumbled out, flopping himself directly on top of han before he started to play hit the other's sides repeatedly. "always gotta fuckin' start shit huh?!" he continued, trying his very best to keep the grin off his features even though it so desperately wanted to break through his glare. "can't keep your mouth shut, ever!" taemin kept going, each word punctuated with another light hit to some part of the other's body. "why do you want to die so bad?! i don't get it! what the fuck is wrong with you??"
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IMCOMING ✉️ TO HANJAE
Borah: hey Borah: uhm.. Borah: [NOT SENT] - about the rumor or whatever... Borah: are you home? Borah: or free- or something??
@hanjve
#sms;ft. hanjae#// ┈ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ʟᴇss ᴄᴏɴᴠᴇʀsᴀᴛɪᴏɴ | sᴏᴄɪᴀʟ ᴍᴇᴅɪᴀ;#i dead ass fell asleep in the middle of copying and pasting this wow
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BASICS
FULL NAME: KIM SI-U [ 김시우 ] » MEANING: Kim [is written as "김" gim in Korean. ("김" solely by itself has no specific meaning unless specified by its underlying hanja or derived from context.) The hanja for Kim can also be transliterated as Hangul: 금 geum "metal, iron, gold". The Kim family is also the ruling family in North Korea. ]; Si-u [ From Sino-Korean 始 (si) meaning “begin, start” combined with 祐 (u) meaning “divine intervention, protection” or 雨 (u) meaning “rain”.]
VERSE: Excess Baggage, The Game, City of Gods, Fame
NICKNAME(S): Rain
AGE: 29-years old.
DATE OF BIRTH: 19th September 1990, Wednesday, noon.
PLACE OF BIRTH: Melbourne, Australia.
OCCUPATION: Record producer, songwriter.
PERSONALITY
STRENGTHS: Loyal, Analytical, Kind, Hardworking, Practical.
WEAKNESSES: Shyness, Worry, Overly critical of self and others, All work and no play.
APPEARANCE
FACE CLAIM: Christian Yu/Yu Ba Rom
HEIGHT: 5′10 ft. [179 cm.]
WEIGHT: 143 lbs. [65 kg.]
BUILD: Athletic.
GAIT: TBA.
HAIR COLOR: Dark brown.
EYE COLOR: Brown.
BIRTHMARK: TBA
OVERVIEW: » SCARS: He has some from minor accidents; nothing major. » TATTOOS: He has a few; details to be added.
BACKGROUND
HOMETOWN: Ilsan, South Korea; Melbourne, Australia.
RESIDENCE: Seoul, South Korea.
NATIONALITY: Australian-Korean.
ETHNICITY: Asian.
FINANCIAL STATUS: Upper-middle class.
EDUCATION LEVEL: University graduate.
DEGREES: To be added.
SPOKEN LANGUAGES: Rain speaks fluent English and Hangul. He is knowledgeable in Japanese, Chinese, some Spanish, and French.
RELATIONSHIPS
PARENTS: To be added.
SIBLINGS: Two younger siblings.
CHILDREN: None.
PETS: A corgi named Cookie; also an office duck he calls Emma but his staff thought he meant ‘eomma’ so now everyone calls her Eomma.
SIGNIFICANT RELATIONSHIPS: » Rain is very close to his family and a few close friends.
FAMILY HISTORY: Rain’s parents met in Australia where he was born. When he was a teenager, they moved back to Ilsan where Rain finished most of his schooling. He returned to Australia to study in university but due to family emergency, he transferred to Seoul and finished college there.
ROMANTIC HISTORY: Rain is currently single. He had relationships in the past the last one lasted for 9 months. It ended a year ago.
PLATONIC RELATIONSHIPS: Rain is good friends with chef Hajun whom he met when he first moved to Seoul. He is also friends with auto shop owner Keun. He is also friendly with his make-up artist, Riri. He has a cousin he grew up with, Garam, who he was very close with growing up.
THOUGHTS ON LOVE: "It’s a hit or miss.”
HEALTH
PHOBIA(S): None.
HANDICAP(S): None.
MENTAL DISEASE(S): None.
PHYSICAL DISEASE(S): None.
PREDISPOSITION(S): Alcoholism, depression.
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there i was , way off my ambitions , getting deeper in love every minute . -- f scott fitzgerald
hanjae’s insta ft jaebeom for @vclvetkiss !!
#look at all my uwus they're all for u !!!!#vclvetkiss#◤ ┊ ☼ → DON’T LET THIS BE THE LAST PAGE ( HANJAE & JAEBEOM )
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podía percibir el animo de su compañero, había estado ahí tantas veces que le era no imposible reconocer el sentimiento como si fuese propio. toma una cucharadita de su helado, y lo observa con la cabeza ligeramente tildada hacia un lado. " ¿no quieres algo más? venden pasteles y café de maquina. " se asegura de que esté cómodo, antes de indagar. no lo había visto así antes (en el poco tiempo que lo ha conocido), y le interesaba saber que pasaba por su mente. " tal vez estás nervioso, o triste, a mi se me quita el apetito cuando estoy pasando por momentos difíciles, y otras veces, sólo quiero ahogar mis problemas con helado. " suspira y baja la vista a sus manos antes de volver a hanjae. " debió ser lamentable tener que cambiar de equipo. ¿cómo lo llevas? "
tan pronto logra despabilar ( acto que le cuesta más de lo esperado ) curiosos irises recaen sobre el postre que nueva interlocutora lleva consigo. ' no he decidido. ' procuración le lleva establecer cortesía, por mucho que desvelo sea evidente en su falta de ánimo. nada en contra de proceder impropio, por supuesto. el único delito que su nueva compañera de equipo ha cometido es perturbar pensamientos de forma inconsciente. ' creía que tenía antojo de helado, pero de repente se me quitó. ' se sincera junto a una vaga mueca.
#— ꒰ ♡ ꒱ㅤㅤ𝐌𝚰𝐍𝐃 𝚰𝐒 𝐀 𝑷𝑹𝑰𝑺𝑰𝑶𝑵ㅤㅤ:ㅤㅤthreads.#ft. hanjae.#ni se preocupe que lowkey ya estaba en ese mood
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FULL NAME: SEONG TAE-SUK [ 성태석 ] » MEANING: Tae-suk [Korean [태석] meaning ‘the special one’, 'the one who gives’, 'devout leader.’]; Seong [Korean [성]; the family name Seong is written with only one hanja, meaning “succeed” or “accomplish” (成).]
VERSE: Seoul to Busan
NICKNAME(S): Taesuk
AGE: 27-years old.
DATE OF BIRTH: 20th December 1991, Friday.
PLACE OF BIRTH: Busan, South Korea.
OCCUPATION: Times Square Mall Security Guard.
SPECIES: Human.
SEXUALITY: Heterosexual; heteroromantic.
PERSONALITY
STRENGTHS: Straightforward, Honest, Loyal, Responsible, Family-oriented.
WEAKNESSES: Careless, Restless, Tactless, Superficial, Stubborn.
APPEARANCE
FACE CLAIM: Kim Seok-jin
HEIGHT: 5′10 ft. [179 cm.]
WEIGHT: 139 lbs. [63 kg.]
BUILD: Lean.
GAIT: Bouncy.
HAIR COLOR: Dark brown.
EYE COLOR: Dark brown.
BIRTHMARK: TBA
OVERVIEW: » SCARS: Taesuk has a scar on his forearm he got when he fell from a tree when he was 9-years old. » TATTOOS: None. Yet.
BACKGROUND
HOMETOWN: Seoul, South Korea.
RESIDENCE: TBA
NATIONALITY: South Korean.
ETHNICITY: Asian.
FINANCIAL STATUS: Lower-class.
EDUCATION LEVEL: Some college.
DEGREES: N/A
SPOKEN LANGUAGES: Taesuk’s first language is Korean. He is fluent in English and knows some Japanese and Cantonese.
RELATIONSHIPS
PARENTS: Names to be added.
SIBLINGS: Two younger siblings, Tae-hee [21] and Tae-min [17].
CHILDREN: None.
PETS: A dog named ‘Charlie.’
SIGNIFICANT RELATIONSHIPS: » Taesuk is in a relationship with a girlfriend of two years.
FAMILY HISTORY: Taesuk lives with his parents and siblings in a house in Seoul. He is very close to his family although sometimes he feels he doesn’t have any time for himself but since he is the eldest and first born, he takes care of his family. He supports his siblings’ education.
ROMANTIC HISTORY: Taesuk has been going out with a young lady he grew up with. He plans to marry her as soon as his siblings are done with school.
PLATONIC RELATIONSHIPS: Taesuk is very close with his childhood friend Hyeokjae although a lot of times they don’t get along due to their differences in views.
THOUGHTS ON LOVE: “It’s worth fighting for.”
HEALTH
PHOBIA(S): None, clinically.
HANDICAP(S): None.
MENTAL DISEASE(S): Slight anxiety.
PHYSICAL DISEASE(S): None.
PREDISPOSITION(S): None that he is aware of.
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