i just want to live my life on my own terms. the microphone calls to me and my voice releases everything that it can't normally say; my soul cries out and its like the world stays still for a while.
hello, darlings. after a bit of thinking, my muse for taejun is being fickle and as an admin, i want to be able to be active for you all! so i’m switching out taejun for another muse for now. i will likely bring him back as a second muse again at some point or will switch back to him when my muse comes back.
you’re welcome to unfollow for the sake of neatness, though it is not necessary. i’ll be posting the new account up on the main later. i hope to still be able to interact with all of you with my other muse!
the moment junie steps through the front door & into the house, she’s met by a chill up her spine, & usually this would have her slightly freaked out, but she had something she needed to give someone, so instead she pushes that anxious feeling down & marches straight up to the fourth floor. once she finds the door she’s looking for, she gives it a couple sharp knocks & waits for it to swing open. “ it’s JUNIE ! i have a present, so open the door ! ” she grins a bit to herself as she waits, hoping that her little gift would be appreciated.
the usual dim sounds of music playing c r e e p out from under the edges of his door and the boy’s body seemed to be in a perpetually D A N G E R O U S lean in his desk chair; legs propped up on the edges and eyes closed right up until the sound of the knocking took him from his trance. “ come on in, ” he simply called out, barely moving to turn down the sound that p u l s e d from the expensive speakers that were carefully placed around the room to create maximum immersion. normally, being interrupted would have annoyed him. but for her? an exception.
his fingers strum out a small, surprisingly soft, tune as he sits in one of the chairs in the basement, his throat humming intermittently as he worked out a potential tune for whatever it was that he was in the beginning stages of working on. his phone lit up the darkened area enough for him to see and acknowledge just how late in the night it was; just past one in the morning - the perfect time to be lurking alone in the basement lounge like a weirdo. but being alone was not to last, it seemed, as footsteps on the stairs made his gaze lift up just slightly from the music sheet in front of him.
hello new friends. i’m saturn, immortal, he/him - but honestly i’ll just respond to pretty much anything. “hey you.” “the one with the face” “idiot over there”. whatever. this is my son, taejun. he is a soft, edgy child who likes to write music and is shockingly on his way to becoming a rockstar. please take care of him. he’s an actual mess. as usual, i’ll have a tldr down below and i’m working on improving the sad excuse that is my bio as well as the plots which are sad little things, but hit me up if you wanna plot though!
native born in seoul. his mother and father were both successful lawyers, his dad was a dick though. we dont talk about him.
he basically fell in love with all things music and rock and roll really early in his life. his dad hated it. his mom just wanted him happy.
thankfully, mom and dad divorced when he was 11, so he finally got to start doing stuff he wanted to do afterwards because his mom is the BEST.
seriously. she’s his biggest groupie. he loves her. total mommas boi.
he studied music on his own and through school. he even went to finish highschool in america so that he could experience more types of music than what is popular in korea.
he came back afterwards and immediately started a band, pretty much.
he writes everything? he has like 100 notebooks full of potential songs and ideas as well as an obscene amount of sheet music lying around. he needs a secretary to keep it all organized. seriously though. help him. god please…
it took about a year before his group got their first real paying gig and from there, they’ve slowly been getting more and more popular. they’re booked in various clubs and venues pretty often now and are looking for a manager.
he’s a party kid who is all about freedom and expression and just LIVING. he gets along with people pretty easily but sometimes he has a hard time speaking everything on his mind. its easier for him to sing his thoughts than say them.
please love him, he’s a mess.
ideas for connections/plots:
BANDMATES!!! need, bass, guitar/lead guitar (tae also plays but since he’s the lead singer he doesnt have to also be lead guitar), keyboard maybe??
a manager. someone please help this group. they need a managers.
exes. he’s pretty much always dating someone though he’s currently single. most of the time the breakups are mutual or friendly. but hey, who doesnt love angry ex plots?
hook ups / fuck buddies? i mean… im just saying. he a ho.
groupies. people who actually like his groups music.
local friends. since he grew up in seoul, he’s got friends. surprisingly.
best friend. aka his keeper probably. control him or not. idc. haha.
