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heechulhamster · 5 years

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The Truth You Can’t Hide - Junmyeon

KIM JUNMYEON (SUHO) x Fem Reader

Chapter 1 [The Truth You Can’t Hide MASTERLIST]

1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 ongoing

You did it so well for six years. You’ve hid your son from the biggest threat of his life. But one mishap led to the biggest secret in your life being face to face with the man you’ve kept him away from all these years - his father.

Mafia!AU, Angst.

You swear it was only five seconds that you shifted your attention from him. You only took your eyes off of him to get money inside your purse while on the checkout counter. The seemingly permanent contact from your hands only parted for a moment to do a seemingly simple task. But now you've surely gotten a headache from turning your head left and right in search for him. Already dizzy walking around the crowded mall in search for Jaejin, your six year old son.

In a mix of adrenaline, worry, and sheer panic, you hastily walked around the perimeter of the store you just ran out of. He's still a small boy, with his height only reaching your hips. He couldn't have reached far given that short amount of time, right? But again, you remember the stamina of an exhilarated toddler who just ate sweets. Jaejin could've stormed off like a blizzard outside of the store in a wink.

A phone on your hand, with him as the lockscreen, you politely asked around seemingly observant people if they've seen him anywhere - all to no avail. You've already approached security and mall personnel to help you search for your son. They told you to wait in the office but how could you just sit there and wait? When the only treasure of your life is wandering God-knows-where?

Where would Jaejin run off to? You try to think positive, discarding the thought that he's already caught by a person or a group who's inherently up to no good. He's just an excited child wanting to run somewhere, maybe somewhere he can play? Bullseye.

Rushing to the toy store, you search for your son. His red pullover and black beanie printed on your mind looking for a similar fit. It was beneath a small crowd dressed formally where you found a small figure wearing a similar description, it's Jaejin for sure - you convinced yourself. Taking a few steps closer, you saw a man sitting close to your son. A wave of nervousness overtook your body, they weren't trying to kidnap your son aren't they?

But stepping closer, the man clad in a khaki coat was no stranger to your eyes.

In fact, he's extremely familiar.

Familiar to a point where he's the spitting image of your son.

"Mama!" You see Jaejin turned to you with a smile on his face which makes his chubby cheeks pop out like an easter bunny. Another pair of eyes were set on you too, one you haven't met in a couple of years - seven years to be exact.

You took in what's happening in front of you. Jaejin is smiling at you as if he received the toy robot he insistently asked you for the past few weeks. And a man that looks almost the same as your son was sitting in front of him, maybe in an attempt to talk to him closer. You're pretty sure you're pale white in shock. It somehow feels like all of Earth and skies conspired for you to face your worst nightmare today.

"She's your mom?" The man in the coat turned back to Jaejin. To which he happily nodded his head to.

"Long time no see." The man exclaimed with your name, turning to you as he stood to meet your gaze.

"Junmyeon..." Your words came out as a plea, an apology, or a cry for help. It was breathy and shaky as if his name was all you mustered to say.

And you thought that your child being kidnapped for ransom was the worst thing that could happen. Here he was, standing and smiling in front of the man you kept him away for a long time.

You're now staring coldly at the man you hid from seven years ago. In front of you was Junmyeon, holding your son - his son.

Junmyeon was only looking for a gift for one of his bodyguard’s daughter. As feared as he is in the industry that he was born and rose into, he had a tender space in his heart for children. So when he heard that one of his dear colleagues’ daughter is turning 7, he wanted to give a special gift.

He was peacefully scanning along the tons of children’s toys, wondering if he’ll ever be able to have his own. Considering his current situation, one that probably won’t change anytime soon, or ever - settling down and building a family was a risk that will paint him red right on the forehead.

Another thing is that he hasn’t found the woman to settle down with. Or maybe he did, but she just didn’t stick around long enough to make his visions into fruition.

He was accompanied by three of his bodyguards, a common protocol and one that he’s already accustomed to at this point. His close friend, Minseok, also tagged along. It was all peaceful wandering until he felt a foreign object bump onto his leg. He looked down, apparently the object wasn’t an object but a child.

Junmyeon crouched down to meet his eye level. Seeing the child’s shocked face, he patted his hands over the latter’s head.

“Are you okay?” He asked the child in front of him. He slowly took in his features and it was oddly familiar. The child looked a little bit like him when he was younger.

The child nodded, “I’m sorry.” The small one bowed in front of him,almost in a ninety degree angle, which made him smile. Okay, maybe a little bit like him was an understatement. The child looked a lot like him, maybe even a splitting image of him when he was younger.

“What’s your name? Are you alone? Where’s your parents?” Junmyeon smiled carefree on the child. Showing his tender side that has been deeply buried.

“I’m Jaejin. My mom is-..” He saw the child look around with worry and panic in his eyes.

“Oh no, you didn’t run away from her don’t you?” Junmyeon already took a liking to Jaejin.

His close friend, Minseok, also knelt down beside him. “We have a bad boy over here, don’t we? Making his mom worried and all?” He exclaimed once more, shuffling the young boy’s hair a little.

“I just want to look for toys…” Jaejin responded with a pout painted on his face, as if he’s already guilty.

“Don’t worry boy, we’ll go and find your mom. What does she look like?” Junmyeon asked once more. “Or you do you want to go and look for your toy first before looking for her?” He knew that it was probably a bad idea, he could be charged for kidnapping or even worse if he bribes the child this way. But seeing a smaller him, a young Junmyeon, made his heart leap in joy.

Jaejin nodded excitedly, “Transformers!” He exclaimed before running off in the toy store, Junmyeon aptly running after the boy.

It didn’t take long for Jaejin to find a robot of his choice, going for the striking Bumblebee. He thought twice about letting a stranger buy things for him, thinking about the warnings and rules his mom set him. How she sternly told him to stay away from unknown people, marking them as danger. But what does a 6 year old boy’s conscience have against a two foot Bumblebee toy?

Junmyeon even felt too comfortable to Jaejin too, even offering him to buy more toys for him.. Almost anything he wanted. Even insisting Jaejin to call him Uncle Jun. Maybe it was due to the strange sense of familiarity he felt - how he sees his young innocent self void of all the corruptions this world, his world, he had to deal with. And somehow, seeing his younger self gave him hope - that maybe he could go back to being that innocent boy ready to do good.

“Mama!” He was caught off guard and brought back to his senses when Jaejin suddenly shouted at a distance. But Junmyeon was more caught off guard when his eyes trailed the boy’s sight.

It’s been seven years since he last saw you. Since you decided to break off things, stating the things he lacked and his apparent inadequacy and absence as a boyfriend - things that he was guilty of and he was ready to fix, yet you refused to give him an opportunity to do so.

And in that moment, he already knew why Jaejin looked too much like him.

Because Junmyeon was already certain that Jaejin was his own blood - his son.

Your eyes wandered off from Junmyeon’s, finding another distinct pair that belonged to one person only. Minseok, another person that you haven’t seen for a while - his mouth agape at the sight unfolding before him. Of course, it doesn’t take a genius to comprehend the situation. The last time you saw Junmyeon was seven years ago, when you two broke up - and now seven years forward, there’s a six year old little boy, a spitting image of him that is, that just called you his mom.

You tried to shake off the situation and approached Jaejin. “Jin, what have I told you about staying by my side and not talking to strangers?” You lightly tugged at your son’s arms, his face slowly looking downwards in guilt and embarrassment.

“Oh come on, I’m not that much of a stranger , Y/N.” Junmyeon suddenly spoke, still standing and towering the both of you crouched down. You didn’t want to look at him yet your body betrayed your mind, his sharp gaze meeting yours. An exact opposite of the soft tone he used just right now when he spoke.

“You know him, Mama?” Jaejin’s eyes suddenly sparkled with that of his youthful innocence, one that you want him to keep for most of his life. One that’s threatened now in the presence of the ghost of your past, just standing beside you.

You stuttered before being able to answer anything to your son. “Uhm, yes. Uncle Jun is an old friend of Mama. You were lucky that it was him who found you. What if it was one of those bad guys? Do you want Mama to be sad if she loses you? Do you want to be taken away from me?” It was a lie, because Junmyeon was one of the bad guys, the worst kind even. And the latter part of your statement was already an insinuation to the current situation you’re in.

“But of course, Uncle Jun wouldn’t let that happen, right Jaejin?” Junmyeon was now already sitting beside you, his hand softly patting Jin’s hair. “Do you want some Ice cream? It’s Uncle Jun’s treat!” He smiled beside you, the way that makes his cheeks pop out and his eyes just vanish - the same way Jaejin smiles.

“Of course samchon!” Jaejin answered enthusiastically, mirroring the smile of the man in front of him. “Mama, please?” He turned to you, wearing that pout that he uses to get things into his favor. Jaejin is a smart kid, very much like his father - very much like Junmyeon.

You were left stunned by the similarities of the two now that you finally see them together. It was more than just the physical aspect but the way they speak, the way they think, the way the both of them get you to do things that you wouldn’t consider at first.

“Your Mama would absolutely say yes, right? Besides, we have a lot to catch up to.” You looked beside you, with that cunning smile from Junmyeon and his eyes full of intense emotions that you’re not quite sure of.

And that was how you found yourself sitting in a diner decorated with child-friendly colors, with your ex that is also the father of your child. And his swarm of guards seated not far away. Well, Junmyeon is the son of one of the most prolific businessmen in the whole country. It was reasonable for him to have a colony of protectors shielding him from any harm, well - it was reasonable enough for you, back when you were blindsided from the truth.

“So, is this your favorite flavor?” Junmyeon asked the child beside you, who answered an eager series of nods. “This is absolutely my favorite too.” He answered with a smile.

He wasn’t lying, Pistachio flavored ice cream used to be a staple on movie night dates you shared before. You weren’t even shocked when Jaejin gravitated to the said flavor, too.

It felt extremely odd how just an hour ago, you were sincerely hoping with all your guts to not see this spectacle of a sight in front of you. Yet right now, seeing your ex and your son felt just right. As if you didn’t spend most of your time for the past years hiding all traces of you and Jaejin from this man. They looked so similar that no one would think that they only met an hour ago. One would immediately speculate that Junmyeon was there, ever since Jaejin was growing inside your stomach, up until his birth and when he took his first steps and mouthed his first words - all the things you prevented from happening.

It has only been a month since you came back to Korea. You thought that the waters you’ve tread with Junmyeon was now tranquil enough to come back home. Living overseas for seven years, transferring from LA to Japan and back, far away from all your friends and family and all marks of the past. Starting off a new career, busying yourself with juggling a nine to five job and also being a full time mom. You thought that you could finally come back to your roots, a vague home that grew distant and alien to you. But the sight unfolding before you told you otherwise.

“Mama, can I go play at the slides? Please?” Jaejin tugged a bit on your sleeves and wore that glassy pleading eyes that never failed to make you abide by his ways.

“But Mama hasn’t finished her food yet. Wait for me so I can come with you, okay?” You shone a bright smile you always give him.

“Mama, I’m a big boy already. I can go play on my own. You can stay here and talk with Uncle Junmyeon.” Jaejin flashed a mischievous smile and you were quick to think that your son is wiser than his years. Your eyes found Junmyeon’s, how his wore a cold, dark gaze towards you.

“Fine. But take care, okay. Always remember what Mama tells you.” You spoke as you caressed Jaejin’s soft cheeks with your left hand.

“Don’t talk to strangers and don’t make girls I play with cry.” He rose his right hand in a pledging manner, wearing a bright smile of victory. You nodded and Jaejin, with his audible giggles, ran to the brightly colored play place of the diner also filled with buzzing energetic children of same age as him. The said area was bursting in laughter and sugar fueled youthfulness, a great contrast to the thick dead air that enveloped your table. In the blur of your peripheral vision, you saw Junmyeon nod to one of his men - probably signaling him to keep watch of Jaejin. An order that was aptly followed by one of his guards sitting on a table opposite yours.

The clink and clatter, the dizzying rotation of the stuffed bear that hangs in the ceiling, the relentless crying of the baby that refused to be shushed no matter what plea of her embarrassed mother; you tried to focus on all of this things. Your senses floated beyond the imaginary confined space that closed off you and Junmyeon from the rest of the diner. Your hand, armed with your fork, mindlessly toyed with the barely scathed serving of blandly seasoned corn and carrots on your plate. You did everything just to avoid looking into his eyes.

There was a handful of acceptable reasons why you don’t want to converse with Junmyeon. First, you don’t have a prepared script on what to say to him when you see him again. As you never expected nor desired that to happen. Second, you were unsure of what you’re feeling. You were absolute that you’d loathe the day that you cross paths with him again, but you’d be dumb to deny that seeing him and Jaejin together didn’t make you wish that he was beside the both of you all along.

“So when did you plan to tell me?” It was uncommon for you to be nervous, moreover be tense. Yet it was also highly rare for Junmyeon to sound cold, or at least you never remembered him to be. You shut your eyes forcibly, in hopes to muster an answer. “Or did you ever even plan to tell me?”

“Tell you what?” You finally summoned enough courage to look at him dead straight in the eye. You are well aware that playing dumb wasn’t the best card to pull but your deck was thin.

“That you were pregnant? Or that I fathered a child that I never would’ve knew existed if I he hadn’t bumped to me in a mall?” His face was expressionless, unforgivingly void of any emotion. Not that any trace of sadness or anger would help your current situation but it was surely something that would give you a foundation to stand on and a trajectory to take.

“You’re not his father.” You looked away, not even you believed what you just muttered under your breath.

Junmyeon gave a bitter laugh full of disbelief, “Then who? Tell me. Because as far as I know I don’t have a twin that could make someone look that much like me.” You felt his hand grip your wrist, an action that earned him a gasp from you. The sudden contact sent a shiver down your spine, whether from the harshness of his grasp or the familiar web of fingerprints that laid down your skin once more.

You didn’t even bother to reply and just snatched your hand back. You had to admit that you’ve never been a good liar, specially not to those people who knew you best - not to Junmyeon. You looked behind you, catching a glimpse of Jaejin laughing carelessly as he’s chasing other children that cackled in the same level of amusement.

“What? How many guys have you fucked that you don’t even remember who the father of your child is?” His tone got unexpectedly higher, you shot him a stern look and looked around you right afterwards. His words wasn’t exactly fitting in the lively diner, his scandalous choice of words would surely ruin a happy family fun Saturday dinner.

“Fine, you’re his father. What now?”

“You tell me. What now?”” He retorted right back.

“I just can’t tell him that the guy he randomly ran into is his father!” Your tone raised but still maintaining a relatively shushed volume, afraid of scandalizing the peaceful diner.

“Imagine how easier it could’ve been if you told me seven years ago.” A hint of sad defeat was evident in his voice, and how that glint of emotion made you feel bad was surreal. Of course, he’s sad - probably even angry. You remember all the times he imagined the day he’ll become a father, and boy was he really excited to be one. Junmyeon made all these plans and dreams with you only for you to break it down to ashes.

“That’s not something we can still change, right?” You sighed. “Look, just forget this ever happened. I.. we’ll just go back to LA, far away from you so you’ll never have to see us again. Just forget this day.”

“Do you really think I’d let that happen? Did you lose your logic all these years, Y/N? I just found out that I have a son that’s already running around and talking and you think I’ll just let him go again?”

You slowly landed your fork on the table, depleted of any response nor resolve to the situation. It was a checkmated chess match, and you have no choice but to leave the decision to Junmyeon. “What do you want, Junmyeon?”

“I want to be a father to my son.”

Junmyeon insisted to drop the both of you back to your current apartment. Not that you could refuse to anything that he says. In all honesty, you never feared Junmyeon before. He was this sweet, almost-too-perfect man that always gets you what you want, when you want. But now armed with the knowledge of what he does for a living, there’s an imminent fear in your veins. You barely have an idea on what extents he’s willing to do just to have and get his son.

You were mum in the backseat, beside you was Jaejin and his father. They already had this undeniable dynamic with each other. Jaejin is a friendly and approachable child, but this connection with him and Junmyeon almost made you jealous. You wonder if their cheekbones hasn’t tired out from all that smiling and laughing on each other’s jokes about certain cartoon characters that you only know so shallowly of.

“What do you want to be when you grow up?” Junmyeon all too seriously asks your son, who in turn looks at you with a smile.

“I want to be a lawyer. Mama said she wanted to be one but she had to do other things. I want to continue her dreams. Right mama?” Jaejin gleamed his small, baby teeth to you. One that you answered with a warm, close lipped smile.

“I’m sure you’ll be a great one, Jaejin.” Junmyeon noted as he looked at you with his brown soulful eyes, and you already knew what he meant.

You remembered how you broke up years ago, saying how you wanted to pursue further studies in Law abroad, in a institution of a greater name and reputation. It was among many things that you reasoned out to make him let you go. It was a messy parting, for sure.

Junmyeon expected that when he sees you again, you’ll be an honorable lawyer, finally accompanied with that well-earned “Atty.” prior to your name. The breakup made him too much of a mess but he understood the weight and importance of your dreams over his personal interests to stay with you. Because if he could’ve had it his way, you’d just stay with him, settle down, and let him do all the work. He’ll be able to support you financially, after all. But that’s not the case right now. You returned after almost a decade, not with an honorable title but with a child; his child.

“Always be a good boy, okay? Don’t give your mama a hard time.” Junmyeon patted Jaejin’s head as he towered over him by the doorframe.

“Ofcourse, samchon! I’m always a good boy!”

“Yeah, remember my promise if you’re a good boy? I’ll give you all the toys you want, as long as you’re good, okay?” And they sealed their deal with a high five.

Junmyeon looked back at you, uncertainty was painted in his eyes. “Y/N.” He exhaled, to which you only nodded softly as understanding. You knew that saying goodbye was pointless. You knew he’d be back, maybe even sooner than you’d expect him to be. He already agreed in taking the revelation slowly to Jaejin. And you agreed on letting him build and start off a relationship with the child, a sequential step to getting to know each other better.

It was a part of your night regimen to lie beside Jaejin after he drinks his milk. Usually in days that he’s off to school and you’re at work, this is the time where he tells you all about his day. But right now you just layed in silence, embracing your son in your arms. Memorizing how he breathes, how his soft bubbly cheeks feel on your hand, how his voice sounds when he calls you Mama. Because despite the agreement you’ve come into with Junmyeon, you can’t help but fear these possibilities. Partly, you could blame yourself that you’re overthinking right now. You gave Junmyeon every right to hate you, you hid his child - and what if he plays the exact same cards and hide Jaejin from you? But overthinking would resolve nothing. You just hope and pray that Junmyeon is still the same person you knew from before, compassionate and thoughtful.

“I like Uncle Junmyeon, Mama. He’s very nice to me.” You simply hummed in recognition. “He reminds me of Uncle Jinki. Can I see Uncle Junmyeon again, Mama?”

“I’m sure you will.” You kissed his forehead. “It’s getting late now, you should sleep Jaejin.”

“Okay, Mama. I’ll pray now.” You nodded, and Jaejin started his nightly prayer. At the very end was always his special wishes, this was the time when he usually drops hints on wanting a new toy, or anything that he wants. “I pray that I get to see Uncle Junmyeon again, and that my Papa from far away is happy and healthy. Amen.”

The last part broke your heart, he always prays for his father. One that you told him had to be away for the good of both of you. But how will you tell him that the Uncle that he just met earlier was his actual father that he prays to see at night?

You rushed against the swarm of people to book a taxi. It was already rush hour and your cousin just texted you that he couldn’t fetch Jaejin from the daycare that you’ve left him in. You just freshly started a new job at the busy business district of Seoul, and you badly needed to stay and be at top performance at your new job if you wanted to keep it. You relied on your younger, single, cousin to keep an eye on Jaejin after his hours at the daycare center ends. But all be damned to hell that she decided to get a date on the busiest day of the week, where you just couldn’t rush to pick Jaejin up.

You don’t know why there’s a hint of nervousness in your veins and you just can’t stay put in your cab seat. Probably because it was already 5:45 in the afternoon and the day care is only supposed to be open until 4:30. They probably wouldn’t let Jaejin wander off the streets but there’s still this random unsettledness in your blood.

Office heels and preparatory school pebbles don’t mix, that was one thing you found out today. Yet you still nearly ran to catch the doors of the facility, before all lights close down.

“Excuse me? Is Jaejin still there?” You politely asked the female guard that was just closing the doors of the pastel colored center.

“Oh, Jaejin? He was picked up by someone earlier. He was this handsome, neat looking guy that looked a lot like Jaejin. He told me that you knew that he’d pick him up? And I thought he was Jaejin’s father so I let him pick him up.”

Your jaw almost dropped at her words, Junmyeon picked up Jaejin today. You were sure that he didn’t know where Jaejin studied, or where you left him during the day. You doubt if he even knows that Jaejin doesn’t accompany you to work. But now thinking about it, Junmyeon is probably capable of anything and everything.

“Is everything okay, Maam?” The lady asked, a hint of concern evident in her voice. She should be, because if any child gets kidnapped, she’ll surely lose her job.

“Yeah, yeah.” Was all you answered as you shaked down your initial shock. Almost stumbling with your nude stilettos, you jogged down to the streets and waited for a cab again. Maybe Junmyeon just dropped Jaejin at your apartment? You know it was wishful thinking, but it was the only string that kept you from breaking down now.

The ride back to your apartment was a blur, you scaled the stairs two steps at a time despite the pain on the balls of your feet. With jittery hands, you placed the keycard on the door scanner. The quietness on the other side of the walls was already a giveaway, Jaejin wasn’t here. Yet you still searched for every part of your two room apartment. But what frightened you even more was when you reached Jaejin’s room, all his toys were gone. Not even the new Bumblebee robot that Junmyeon just granted him last week. His favorite bunny stuff toy that he had since he could barely open his eyes wasn’t in his bed, too.

It took time for your senses to register that his closet was open, and all layers were void of his clothes, too. Surely, whoever took Jaejin’s stuff has no plans of letting him set foot again here. Because if not for your familiarity to your own apartment, and the fluorescent star stickers in the ceiling, none would remind you that this was his room.

“Jaejin..” Was all you were able to mutter before the first drop of tears escaped your eyes.

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sorenfm · 5 years

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choi san . cis male . he / him or they / them . / soren shin just pulled up blasting late night by goldlink ft. masego . -- that song is so them ! you know , for a twenty four year old socialite and illustrator , i’ve heard they’re really -vexatious , but that they make up for it by being so + alluring . if i had to choose three things to describe them , i’d probably say graphite stained hands gripping the neck of a bottle of remy martin louis xiii , gucci sneakers tapping rhythmically on museum floors , and unread texts and unanswered phone calls clogging his lockscreen . here’s to hopping they don’t cause too much trouble !

hmm , yes . this two gif thing with block quotes is just as extra as i was hoping it would be 🥰 . that being said , hi babies ! my name’s koa ( pronounced like co - uh ) , and i’m really excited to be here ! my pronouns are preferably non - binary , but please feel free to use she / her as well . i’m not going to get upset if you do , promise 🥺 . i’ve been dying to play san for quite some time , so with that comes the birth of my absolutely vile son known as soren ! he’s like ... fresh from the box brand new so i’m working out kinks and stuff , but everything mentioned in this intro is pretty much set in stone ! i won’t ramble on for too long , but i can share my discord if that’s the easiest or most convenient for you , but i’m also down to plot in the im’s !

𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬 .

BIRTH NAME : shin jin - hyeok .

PREFERRED NAME : soren shin .

NICKNAME(S) : jinnie ( by his mom , only ) .

BIRTHDATE / AGE : december 25th , 1996 / 23 .

ZODIAC : capricorn .

HOMETOWN : atlanta , georgia .

GENDER : cis male .

NATIONALITY : korean american .

ETHNICITY : korean .

HEIGHT : 5′10″ .

LABEL(S) : the artisan , the bellwether , the gregarious , the icarian , and the thespian .

ROMANTIC ORIENTATION : biromantic .

SEXUAL ORIENTATION : bisexual .

OCCUPATION : socialite and freelance illustrator .

LANGUAGES SPOKEN : korean , english , and conversational spanish .

POSITIVES : alluring , veritable , altruistic , unconstrained , and urbane .

NEGATIVES : domineering , sardonic , quick - tempered , shallow and vexatious .

𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 .

it’s nearly impossible to think about the atlanta social scene without the shin family coming to mind . both of jin - hyeok’s parents did not come from money , but they both lived comfortably . both were children of immigrants from south korea , and that is what caused them to work as hard as they did . woo - yong and eun - mi met one another when they were both accepted into the same culinary school , but eun - mi originally had no interest in woo - yong . he was known around their school as something of a player , and for the longest , she always shot down his advances .

eventually , eun - mi decided to go on one date with him , and it was history from there . they were married within two years , and they eloped at the city of atlanta courthouse and their honeymoon consisted of getting matching tattoos on their ring fingers because they couldn’t afford rings at that time . the couple worked hard through the years , and they eventually opened the first location of their korean - american fusion brunch restaurant . the restaurant opened to strong success , and they brought in over a million in profits in their first year , which turned their lives for the better .

the day they went to finally purchase their wedding rings was the day eun - mi told woo - yong that they were having a lil squish . said lil squish came seven months and two weeks later in their master bathroom tub ( because jin - hyeok refused to be in there to full term ) and it was the happiest day of their lives . throughout jin - hyeok’s childhood , the couple continued to pursue their restaurant dreams , and opened four more locations in buckhead , sandy springs , morningside , and brookhaven by the time he was ten .

while growing up , jin - hyeok always took a liking to his creative side , and it was mostly due to his parents being creatives themselves . when he wasn’t in the kitchen with them , he was reading webtoons and mangas , which sparked his own interest in drawing . he was 100% self taught , and used to spend hours watching videos on how to do do certain things . by the time he started posting his art on the new platform that was instagram , jin - hyeok had begun going by the name of soren shin since he kept his art mostly to himself at the time . to get an idea of what his art looks like , check out my favorite artist laia lopez on instagram !

he went to the coveted scad ( savannah college of art and design ) where he studied fine arts . he graduated in the spring of 2018 , and he continued posting his art on instagram before he was approached by a publishing company to create a book of his own art ! he’s released a few of them leading into this year , and has drawn the illustrations for a few graphic novels throughout the years . moved to los angeles for the big dreamz but in reality he doesn’t do a damn thing but post on his personal account and go to fashion shows . he still does art and everything , but his life as a socialite is more prominent for him at the time .

𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 .

baby is an artist ! despite him having no interest to hold down a day job , he mainly focuses on his art throughout the day . he definitely doesn’t like to be interrupted when he’s drawing so if he answers the door with an attitude , then you know why .

he does not answer the phone and don’t expect him to ! he will intentionally leave you on read and watch his phone ring until it stops . really , he doesn’t know why he needs a phone outside of social media , but if you want to get in touch ... dm him . he might answer .

his favorite food is sushi so for the love of everything that is holy don’t let him pick where to eat because he’ll say sugarfish or nobu every single time .

he wears all black , but like .... expensive all black . he will wear his berets and his garrett leight glasses and his cartier bracelets and his fancy clothes literally every day . don’t ask him about casual clothes . they don’t exist . his casual is a silk pajama set .

drives a white audi q7 and lives in the hollywood hills .

don’t ask him to go on a date because he’ll just wanna go to art exhibits , art festivals , and museums . ya’ll will go to dinner and he’ll talk your ear off about it , but he’ll get all shy and rosy cheeked when someone asks about his own art since he doesn’t really share it that often .

owns every piece and collection of the fenty beauty line . curly bangs in his eyes 25 / 8 .

𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 .

i’ve pretty much said everything in the headcanons , but he’s really a charmer at heart but he’ll also make you panic . since he doesn’t answer the phone people tend to think that he’s fallen of the face of the earth or god forbid he’s gone missing , but chances are he’s in his house ... ignoring you lol . he’s really about his looks and won’t leave the house without making sure that he looks impeccable , and he will go home if he feels ugly . he can be really sarcastic and it doesn’t take much but a couple of words to put him into a sour mood , so he’s a real testy one . above all else , though , he really likes to have fun and he’s really social so please come join him at his house for some reality show viewing with wine and junk food .

𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐬 .

idk why i’m envisioning this , but someone he drew inspo from for the manga he’s working on . they could either m , nb , or female of course and it’s more so based on their looks than anything else , but he’s always going to them and wanting to show the progress he’s making !

i’d die if he had an angsty ex boyfriend kinda thing because honestly 👀 i wanna have my wig snatched thank u .

a best friend !

someone that tries to make him workout but in reality he’s sitting and eating a bagel on the weight bench .

some generic tingz like neighbors , friends with benefits , confidant(s) , good or bad influence , one night stand(s) , a current fling , enemies with benefits , and frenemies !!!

honestly i’m a sl*t for angst and everything that comes with it so please hand it over or i’ll start crying .

#excess:intro #WHEW i lied again when i said this was gonna be short !!

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