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buffy park. twenty - eight. dancer & choreographer.

[buffypark]

#   𝑩𝑼𝑭𝑭𝒀𝑷𝑨𝑹𝑲        ⋆       GOT BOTH FEET ON THE EDGE, introducing bo mi "buffy" park. written exclusively by natty for thefaultlinehq.   ARE YOU GONNA COME AND SAVE ME?

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BASIC INFORMATION:

name.   bo mi park.    

nickname.   buffy.    

age.   twenty  -  eight.    

gender.   cis  woman  ( she/her ).    

birthday.   december 8th.    

zodiac.   sagittarius.    

sexuality.   heterosexual.    

education  history.   ged.   

languages.   english + korean.    

relationship  status.   single.

ethnicity.   korean.    

nationality.   american.    

faceclaim.   go yoon jung.    

height.   5'3.    

hair.   black.    

eyes.   dark brown.    

body  mods.    ears pierced.

time in rift valley.    grew up here, but left at 16. as only been back a month (as of april 2026).

BIOGRAPHY, triggers include: domestic violence, murder and parental death hinted at (read yujin's bio).

life at home had never been good. it was always chaos. a never ending cycle of screaming, broken plates and the sound of her mother crying from outside of the door of her shared bedroom. yujin was always the one she relied on. the one who did his best to shield her from the worst, but it could only do so much.

as they were growing up, yujin had always been the sort of protective big sibling (even if he were only a couple minutes older) and the rubbed off on buffy as well. where her brother was the kind of person who kept to himself, let the quiet do the talking for him, she'd been the exact opposite. someone who wasn't afraid to use her voice when needed. wasn't afraid of confrontation or even physical altercations. the kind of girl with so much pent up anger and, yet, had no place to release it.

that's when dance came into her life. at fifteen years old, dance had started as nothing more than an after school activity that could keep her out of the house longer. give her an excuse not to come home as soon as school was out for the day. it went from one to two classes a week, to three and the extra two school days she'd use as an excuse to practice... and it helped. not only with not going home, but it gave her an outlet. a place to release all the emotions she'd been keeping pent up inside and express them in a way that didn't hurt anybody (for the most part).

not only did dance essentially become her whole life, but the friends she met while dancing. particularly one friend that instantly grew to be one of her best friends: someone she could confide in the way she's never been able to do with other people. that friend knowing all the darkest parts of buffy's life and vice versa.

what started as occasional weekends of sleeping over turned into every weekend.. then to every other day until the point where buffy was hardly ever home. as much as she loved her brother, she couldn't take anymore. couldn't stay within those walls for a second longer than she needed to be.

then she was sixteen and an offer on her plate that she couldn't refuse. her best friend suggested that they run away together— to live with one of their family members in los angeles. someone who didn't ask questions. they were already going for reasons of their own, but wanted buffy to come with them. she accepted without any hesitation.

only, when she got home to collect her things, her father refused to let her leave. drunk and belligerent like always— even going as far as throwing a plate in her direction. if bomi hadn't moved, it would've hit her. she had no choice then but to call the only person she could think of. yujin.

everything after that felt like a blur. her body was moving, but her mind was elsewhere. she cowered away into a corner— hands trembling as they covered her ears, eyes squeezed shut and she hadn't moved until she heard her brother's muffled voice. telling her to go. which she did without a second thought.

it had been twelve years since she took off. got herself a ged (with a little forgery) and began to persue a career with dance and focus on building the life she wanted for herself and she was doing an amazing job at it.

going from the struggling new kid in a new city, taking dance classes whenever she could to building herself up the dance ladder. from learning student, to someone who was often getting chosen to be in the social media uploads, to becoming a full time backup dancer as well as a choreographer. touring, being in music videos. honestly, this was the life she always dreamed about. a career she loved, a set of good friends by her side and had even gone as far to give love a chance. it was almost everything she could've asked for. though, without her brother, it'd never actually be perfect.

which only lasted for so long. on the outside, they looked in love (and they were) but behind closed doors, it was another story. with both of them being as fiery as they were, all they did was butt heads. screaming match after screaming match. they'd fight, they'd make up as if he hadn’t put a hole in the wall or broke something because of how hard he threw it. red flags always being explained or justified in buffy’s mind because at least he wasn’t aiming for her.

then this night happened. he was drunk and took it a step too far. a line that should've never been crossed. rather than just arguing, it was belittling. calling her out of her name, insulting her. saying things that he's never said to her before. she tried to walk away, but he snatched her by the arm and forced her closer to him and then he struck her for the first time. it wasn’t the wall or something closer, he did it too her. that triggered a fight or flight moment, realization hitting her all at once. this man was no different than the mess she’d tried running from and judging by the hands that still gripped her arm, it scared her. took less than a second before buffy reached for anything she could on the kitchen counter and swung it against his head— forcing him to let her go, few more insults being tossed her way as he held his bleeding head. she left.

it's been a month since she walked back into her brother's life. small drops of blood on her clothes as she watched her brother's face appear from the other side of the door. the only person she could think of to go to after it happened.

HEADCANONS,

this is her career claim in terms of dance.

is still very much dancing because it is her whole life, but she spends most of her time at a new dance studio— with an trip to los angeles every now and then.

we say that dancing is her release, but she's still very much a hot-head and it doesn't take much to get a rise out of her. if you get on her bad side, or if she just doesn't like you, you'll know.

has really axed the idea of having a relationship with anybody because she really can't trust anyone to that extent and as we can see with her last, it's not hard to understand why. she'll much prefer having people at arms length.

if you're a friend, she will treat you like family and will rage war if anyone mess with them.

her life goal is to be a famous dancer. the kind of dancer that would have celebrities fighting over.

more tba!

CURRENT CONNECTIONS,

park yujin, brother.

CONNECTION IDEAS, until i can come up with some specific ones.

co-workers / ride or dies / childhood friends / pseudo-siblings / friends / drunk friends / new friends / flirtationship / friends with benefits / one time hook ups / unrequited crush (can be either way) / exes from high school / exes on good terms / enemies / former (best) friends / former friends / exes on bad terms / frenemies / rivals / negative influence.

[capaddes]

"That's… that's fucked up." He looks at her for another second. "Y'know what? Explains a lot." He slides the pizza box towards his side and reaches for another slice. "There's this guy in it, Lord Farquaad." A beat. "I got a feelin' you're really gonna connect with him."

[buffypark]

She has no idea who Lord Farquaad is. Doesn't really care to find out, either. One look at his face is enough to know it's not a compliment. It takes everything in her not to reach over and snatch that slice of pizza out of his hand and start round two of their food fight. Which is becoming more tempting by the minute.

"Nicky Santoro." His name comes out like a warning, her gaze narrowing as it settles on him. "I will actually fuck you up. Keep trying me."

[mclancolia]

he gasped almost in shock at her word --- well , not her words , her tone. " yeah , whatever , " he repeated though he was far too enthused to see her even if it was only to annoy him. " obviously not here for you , " he said , unable to contain the small smile that graced his lips. " i'm here for the sights -- i'm sight seeing. "

[buffypark]

"Obviously not. I'd peg you as a lot of things—" None of which are nice—"but stalker isn't one of them." Then again... she doesn't know him well at all. Maybe she shouldn't rule out stalking just yet.

"Sight seeing in a place like this?" She scoffs. "Bullshit." Becuase Rift Valley wouldn't even crack the top one hundred places worth visiting, "What happened? Did LA finally grow tired of you, so now you're trying your luck here?

[fridaynightmuses]

"They took her?" he repeated, trying not to think the worst. "Who did they take?" There was many people he still needed to check on. All his closest friends were there, in the midst of it all. The only text he'd receive wass Francis, but he was too late to do anything.

"Are you hurt?"

[buffypark]

“Giada.”

Her name falls from Buffy devoid of any emotion. She doesn't know what she's supposed to feel, how to act or what she's supposed to do. She barely pays attention to who's asking anymore because the amount of times she's answered the exact same questions. Usually, once she's answered, they move onto somebody who actually needs the help.

“No.” The answer comes before she even realizes what he's asked. Then something clicks. Her gaze fully focusing on her hands and suddenly she's wiping both palms against the side of her jeans—rushed and shaky. "It's—it's not mine." A beat. "They took Giada to the hospital. I'm fine."

Fine being a very loose term.

[clwmarks]

"oh no--" it was this pathetic little protest at hearing his name leave her mouth that softly, at realising she's reaching for him. it wasn't like he didn't want her near him, it was simply this distance they hadn't yet breached, and now wasn't the right time for it. now wasn't the right time for anything--

he slumped either way, slouched into this utterly toothless thing, and did so awfully quickly at that. he balanced a fine, fraying line between wanting to default to the brother he had always been, and becoming something much smaller, more fragile, that wanted to be held, that wanted to forget about the three steps he had to think ahead, that had never learned the easiest way to scrub blood from floors.

when he hugged her, he still hadn't picked a side. he looked over buffy's shoulder like he tried to keep an eye on the remains of the festival, but he couldn't focus enough to sharpen any threats into view. he blinked a couple of times, vision hazy, limbs heavy. he was exhausted, he had been running on pure adrenaline since his phone buzzed in his pocket. and this should've offered him an out, this shoulder to lean on, and yet -- he couldn't take it.

he released buffy from his half-hearted grip to drag his forearm across his eyes. he hadn't realised they had started watering, but that could've been the smoke that still lingered around the festival as much as anything. there was this sickness that remained in the back of his throat, from the gagging, from the smell. he couldn't swallow it down, only cough it up.

"it's my fault," he said to buffy. "the -- everything." because he'd never been good at keeping secrets and his spine had cracked under the weight just now. "it's... i'm doing it again." which explained nothing, but somehow felt like it encapsulated enough. yujin had run around in circles for years, had always stayed, had always been like this; there weren't many things he could mean when he said he was doing it again. he had broken something, irreparably, and he wouldn't have cared if it wasn't for the fact that his sister was there to witness it. she had been miles and years away, she must've changed, she must've had a breakthrough of some sorts, wasn't that what people moved to la for, anyway? he had remained static. he had remained violent.

"c'mon, i -- let me take you home? i need to get you home."

he dealt with these things selfishly, he realised. when he attempted to shift his attention back to how she was doing, it wasn't altruistically. he wanted to give purpose to his own awful actions. if he could look after his sister, it was easier to forget why she needed looking after in the first place.

[buffypark]

If there was every any doubt about what twelve years and miles had done to them, it'd be gone now. She knows how to throw punches. Knows when to run. How to disappear for twelve years and convince herself it had been the right thing to do. But this? Standing here while her brother seemingly falls apart? She's never learned what came after that. Never needed to. And now all she can do is the only thing she can think of: hug him. Tightly.

A little tighter than before. Like she's trying to make up for every hug they never got to have, every birthday she'd missed with her twin and every single year she convinced herself he'd be better off without her. She stands here with her arms around and realizes how much of a foolish thought it ever was—to think he had made it out untouched.

When he pulls away, Buffy lets him. She watches him wipe at his face, trying it put himself together before her eyes and it's so painfully obvious that he never escaped being sixteen. Not in the way she thought he had. Yujin was just better at hiding it. Pretending in a way that she hasn't be able to since coming home.

He blames himself and the words hit her harder than everything he's ever said. Not because Buffy believes him, but because she recognizes them. She spent the last decade saying the same exact thing. Guilt having a way of making everything sound like it's actually your fault.

So, of course, she says the only thing she knows is true.

"No." Her head shaking at the mere thought of it, "Nothing is your fault." That's what she knows for certain—but how does she make him believe that? Buffy's not sure she knows how.

In the midst of everything she's caused by not keeping her mouth shut, Buffy's eyes finally fall to her hands again—spots of red where the blood remained—and how she nearly forgotten about why he was here until she sees it again. The images still there, but now it feels like there's bigger problems to deal with than t

"Only if you come with me. I don't want y—I don't want to be alone tonight." Don't want him to be alone is what she stops herself from saying. Not when he's like this. "Just for a little bit?"

[colorsflat]

❝  okay  ,  well  ,  i  was  at  least  trying  to  be  polite  about  it  ,  ❞  regina  stated  ,  a  small  sigh  escaping  her  lips.  yes  ,  the  other  did  look  like  shit  ,  and  she  deemed  it  a  cause  for  concern.  she  didn't  blame  the  girl  for  looking  like  she'd  had  a  rough  go  of  it.  she  knew  what  she  came  back  to  ,  and  it  wasn't  pretty.  five  people  were  dead  ,  many  were  also  injured.  plenty  of  people  were  going  to  be  impacted  by  those  losses  ,  too.  ❝  that's  not  necessarily  a  yes  ,  actually.  those  are  things  you  have  to  do  to  keep  yourself  alive  ,  ❞  she  pointed  out.  ❝  what  about  sleep  ?  i  notice  you  neglected  to  mention  that.  and  how  about  emotionally  ?  have  you  been  talking  to  anyone  about  how  you're  feeling  ?  ❞

[buffypark]

"Don't be polite." She wouldn't be, that's for sure. Then she sighs because even if she hasn't known Regina for long, it's clear that she's not one to take an answer and deal with it. Instead she'd rather just pry. And pry. And pry. Until Buffy can't help but to groan.

Talking to someone about how she feels? Hard pass.

"Sure I have," an easy lie, shrugging her shoulders. Not like it would do anything anyway. "Have you?"

[echosnoir]

“you're not putting me out.” he glanced towards the festival grounds, then back to her. “i offered, didn't i? if i didn't wanna do it, i would've kept my mouth shut and left you waiting for your ride." he takes a step forward in her direction, trying to soften his smile as much as possible, all he wanted was to get them both out of here right now. “town's had enough shit happen for one night. you don't need to risk adding yourself to that list by standing out here right now. we should keep moving.”

he nodded once more towards the direction of cherry. “so unless your dad texts you and says he's five minutes away, c'mon.” he reached into his pocket and clicked the unlock button, the headlights flashing a few rows over. “if he does show up while we're driving, then congratulations, you get to tell him you upgraded your ride.” a faint grin tugged at the corner of his mouth before he opened the passenger door for her and waited until she climbed in before shutting it behind her. only then did he make his way around to the driver's side, sliding into the seat and whipping out of the parking lot.

"where we heading? hopefully you got a place in mind with people in it. you shouldn't be alone right now."

[buffypark]

"I—well, you've got me there."

Because he's right. What's the point in going out of his way to offer if it wasn't something he wanted to do? She's just...not entirely sure she's thinking straight. After everything that happened at the festival, it feels like her mind's everywhere except the current moment. "I just didn't want you goin' outta your way is all."

Dixie doesn't object when Vinny motions towards the car—flashing headlights lighting the path ahead—and she's quick to fall in step behind him: already pulling her phone from her pocket. Her thumbs moving almost as if on autopilot when she types out: change of plans. found a ride! see you at home xo

Hitting send before her attention finally turns back to him.

"Already did," she says, slipping her phone away as a small smile tugs at the corner of her lips, "Kept the car part to myself, though. Didn't want him gettin' jealous I got to ride in somethin' way cooler than his truck."

For her, it's always been easier to joke. And today, it's so much easier than looking back towards what remains of the festival.. but that doesn't stop her from doing it anyway. One last glance through the passenger window before settling in her seat.

"I'm headin' home," Dixie answers once he's behind the wheel, "But don't you worry. We've got a top notch security system, so I doubt anyone's gonna try somethin' dumb."

[capaddes]

location: beside the anchor desk, pre-broadcast

As the sound technician finishes fitting her microphone, Christian crosses the studio floor. "Dixie Montoya?" The absence of her father doesn't escape his notice. It is, he decides, a welcome one. "I'm Christian." Gone is the carefully projected authority of the newsroom. This voice belongs to the moments before the red light, when an interview is won or lost long before the first question. "Have you done television before?"

@fivepointe

[buffypark]

"I know who you are. I get to see your face every mornin' over breakfast time.. sometimes dinner. My dad loves watchin' the news, so I guess that means he loves watchin' you too." Keyword: her dad. She's never had the attention span to watch for longer than a few minutes at a time.

“Yes.. I mean, no," A nervous laugh slips out, "I’ve—uh, I’ve been on tv before for, like, commercials and stuff but I’ve never actually spoken on camera." Smoothing the fabric of her dress—a nervous habit rather than attempt to fix any wrinkles. "More like a stand there and look pretty kinda thing."

[distractful]

Very Good Girls (2013)

[seoinquk-deactivated]

GO YOUN JUNG as JANG HEE SO MOVING 무빙 (2023)

[capaddes]

location: nicky's parents' home, a week after the festival

Like a slap of cold air, the words bring him back to himself, eyes widening as he shoots Buffy a look. "The fuck you mean, you haven't seen Shrek?"

[buffypark]

“You can’t hear or something? I haven’t seen it.” And with the way he’s staring at her, you’d think Buffy was admitting to a crime. “I mean, obviously I know who Shrek is, but I just never see the movie. I wasn’t really watching cartoons growing up.”

[mclancolia]

matteo felt like he had a severe case of deja vu , who would've guessed he would have some familiar faces across the country. some were friendly and others --- well , others were buffy. buffy had always been some sort of thorn at his side and somehow even with the best of intentions they always ended up arguing somehow. even now , he knew he should have avoided her , bringing attention to himself wasn't his intention but there had been a part of him aching for some sort of entertainment. even if he tried to dip out of the establishment she had already caught glimpse of him. brow furrowed at her stare , " don't give me that look --- i come in peace or whatever. "

@fivepointe ( buffy )

[buffypark]

Their eyes meet and she’s already bristling. Mat has a way of putting her on edge. Most people can get close to it, but he launches himself right over it. Pissing her off in a way that borders on unnatural. Almost.

“Yeah, or whatever,” because what did he know about peace? “What the hell are you doing here?”

[buyeons]

priscilla quintana as isabella tavez good trouble, season 3.

[ravenclairee]

A GOOD GIRL'S GUIDE TO MURDER — 2.06 "Episode 6"

[buffypark]

@motelroutes

[wells-hannah]

CASSIE HOWARD AND MADDY PEREZ EUPHORIA | 3.08 “'In God We Trust"

[motelvinyl]

@fivepointe

[colorsflat]

❝  well  at  least  you  can  admit  that.  ❞  sure  ,  they  were  both  fucked  up  in  their  own  ways.  though  ,  if  he  had  to  guess  ,  the  events  responsible  for  screwing  them  up  looked  a  lot  different.  he  supposed  it  didn't  change  the  fact  that  neither  of  them  were  exactly  the  most  stable  people  on  the  planet.  should  he  have  continued  to  engage  in  the  nonsense  he  did  with  her  ?  absolutely  not.  however  ,  he  was  a  firm  believer  in  being  his  own  worst  enemy  ,  so  the  male  found  himself  continuing  regardless.  he'd  deal  with  the  consequences  of  his  own  stupidity  when  he  absolutely  had  to.

despite  his  previous  words  ,  had  she  been  anyone  else  ,  he  didn't  doubt  the  fact  that  he  would've  walked  away  from  her.  buffy  just  happened  to  be  special  to  him  in  a  way  that  was  anything  but  sane.  he  wouldn't  confess  to  that.  she  drove  him  absolutely  mad  ,  but  in  some  deranged  sort  of  way  ,  he  thought  she  understood  him  pretty  well.  so  what  if  they  bickered  constantly  ?  that  didn't  truly  bother  him  at  the  end  of  the  day.  he  just  liked  to  complain.

he  scoffed  as  he  caught  her  rolling  her  eyes  ,  unsurprised  by  the  action.  it  was  pretty  typical  for  buffy.  he  knew  exactly  what  he  was  doing  when  he  decided  to  open  his  mouth  in  the  first  place.  he  liked  to  piss  her  off  just  as  much.

he  watched  her  rise  to  her  feet  ,  something  he  stupidly  hadn't  accounted  for  ,  but  felt  equipped  enough  to  handle.  his  arms  folded  across  his  chest  as  he  watched  her  ,  slightly  amused.  ❝  awe  ,  come  on.  what's  the  mater  ?  you  don't  like  being  called  infuriating  ?  ❞  he  knew  she  didn't.  ❝  don't  you  wanna  stay  for  a  drink  and  tell  me  how  much  of  an  asshole  i  am  ?  come  on  ,  buffy.  you're  already  here  ...  you  might  as  well  just  spend  the  night.  ❞

[buffypark]

And just like that, he's got his hooks in her again. Buffy's steps coming to a slow stop before she'd even had the chance to brush past him, so she's standing in front of him with that same annoyance in her eyes.

It's actually sick when you think about. Because less than three seconds ago, she'd been jumping at the first opportunity to get him out of her line of sight. Now she's at a stand still. That same bad decision dangling right in front of her and him daring her to take it—knowing she's not one to back down.

"I don't care what you call me." Now that's a lie. She knows it and it pisses her off that he knows it, too. It's seen in the way she looks up at him with narrowed eyes because if he didn't know it then he wouldn't be saying it this much. Like he's trying to start a fire knowing that there's only one way to put it out.

Again, bad decisions... but damn if she doesn't bite.

"You already know you're an asshole." The insult lacks any real heat to it because they've had this conversation before. More times than either of them can probably count. He says one thing, she says another. Then it turns into a competition of who can piss off the other off more and, until this very second, Buffy would've sworn she was winning. "Do you really need me to tell you again?"

"...Fine. One drink, but less talking. I like you better when you're not saying anything," she concedes because it was bound to happen anyway. Her gazes lingers on him then—long enough to scream trouble before she adds: "And no sleepovers."

[colorsflat]

and  if  she  said  yes  ?  well  ,  admittedly  ,  he  hadn't  thought  that  far  ahead.  when  it  came  to  buffy  ,  he  never  seemed  to  be  thinking  clearly.  she  embedded  herself  beneath  his  skin  in  the  most  frustrating  ways  imaginable  ,  but  he  never  could  seem  to  bring  himself  to  walk  away  from  her  ,  either.  ❝  well  ,  if  you  said  yes  ,  i  guess  you'd  be  as  screwed  up  as  i  am  ,  buffy  ,  ❞  he  said  ,  a  huff  escaping  his  lips.

❝  you're  one  of  the  most  infuriating  people  i  know  ,  yes  ,  ❞  he  told  her  bluntly.  he  followed  her  hand  gesture  ,  rolling  his  eyes  before  refocusing  his  attention  on  her.  ❝  come  on.  you  know  it's  no  fun  being  the  one  who  walks  away  first.  besides  ,  nobody  looks  as  hot  as  you  do  when  you're  pissing  me  off.  ❞

[buffypark]

"Actually, joke's on you because I never said I wasn't screwed up." The words leave her mouth without hesitation because, honestly, what kind of argument is that? Of course she's screwed up. In more ways than he would ever know, and she's not delusional. She knows it. And if she's being honest with herself—always a dangerous thing to be—she's probably got a few questions about her own judgement too.

In fact, she's sure she could probably qualify as some sort of masochist. Why else would she keep falling into the same bed with a man she actually can't stand? Dealing with the same arguments, irritation and stupid face. Over and over again.

Even now, as he goes on and on about how infuriating she is only to follow it up by calling her hot in the same breath, Buffy doesn't try to hide the eye roll that follows—her expression letting him know exactly what she's thinking. Which is absolutely nothing nice.

"Okay, so...Why're you bitching about it then?" Buffy's head tilts slightly before pushing to her feet and walking toward him. Well, towards the door. The fact that he's standing not too far from it is entirely his problem.

"If you don't want to leave then I will. It's really that easy."