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[chryong]

hello, ten here ! ( 21+ she / her, cst ). i’m pretty excited to be here ! so i would like to introduce you to lee yong, son of a worthless politician whose job solely rest in his hands, son of a mother who doesn’t remember him, and also the younger brother of lee insu. this kiddo is everything but happy go lucky, he’s actually quite manipulative / cunning, but also quite charming to say the least. who am i kidding, he’s an ass who doesn’t believe in commitment thanks to all the times his father cheated on his mother. not the fact that after he was caught he was paid off to lie about their family being perfect. his hatred for his father is as big as his bank account ; currently increasing from the amount of money being sent to keep his lips shut. with his inner thoughts downplaying everything and everyone in his sight, this child will smile and lie in your face like it’s nothing, while mentally punching himself in the fact .1 second later. please give love to this child, hope to plot with everyone soon !

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[chryong]

so, i called myself sending out like 10 welcome messages and i don’t think none of them went through. so, i would like to welcome all of the new people to the rp and if this is your second muse coming in also welcome. this is a pretty late welcome but i was never a person to be on time for anything [ insert clown emoji here ]. if anyone new or not would like to plot or just in need of more plots feel free to shoot a message to me on my discord corn / 𝒔𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒅#6828 as i’m available there more than on tumblr. if i owe a reply to plotting feel free to ping me there as well!

[chryong]

&& ‘ under my care. ’ SUMMER 2021 PARTY ― @chraera​

for a party to be thrown the day before the big event was just something that yong had to attend. he needed an outlet of fun as the past few days had been rather slow , including the random storm that happened to brew just five days prior. with a drink in his hand already, yong had hoped to be at least a bit tipsy towards the middle of the party.

as he made his ways through the crowds of people, he had set eyes on a familiar figure. someone that he had manage to salvage their friendship from high school. it was a rare thing for the now sadden male that he had come to be. throughout the days he’d spent on the island he had noticed that the other was really being her normal self and that worried him to say the least. yong wasn’t one ( as of now ) to go out of his way to care for someone unless he knew them personally and in this case that’s how he felt about aera. she had been skipping out on all of the fun, randomly going off by herself away from others. so with that in mind, he moved closer to the female placing a hand on her shoulder. 

the music was loud as the bass rattled in his ears, making it almost impossible for one to hear without yelling. therefore, he went with the decision to move closer to his friend to ask about her health. being that she was looking more pale than her original complexion it made him worry more that maybe she would fall in any second. “ do you need to sit down or go outside for some fresh air for a while? ” he asked, loud enough for her to hear him. 

[chryong]

&& ‘ no thieves allowed ! ’ A STARTER — @chrhamin​

it started as a regular day for yong at the store. only the people who could afford such high price fashionable goods visited, some more frequently than others. with this, that meant more bougie and snobbish people to deal with on a daily, if he knew that such a job would be like this he would have never taken up the position, but he did need the experience considering he was a business major. 

a he was fixing up the racks that was rummaged through by customers that had no courtesy of putting things back where they belonged, he noticed a unfamiliar customer walking in. now, he didn’t have any problems with new customers, in fact the company encouraged new customers and the fact that he didn’t have to go out of his way to attract them was more of a plus to him than anything else. he knew the behaviors of his customers as the same ones would visit nearly everyday, making yong wonder if they had a life outside of the clothing store, but this one look rather sus. 

when it comes to his position, possible thieves were something to look out for as they were known to resell and he would be damned if someone tried to make a profit off his merchandise. so with that, he began to walk around the area where the male currently was looking. they say that hospitality was always the key to handling thieves, simply asking if they needed assistance was something to put them on edge and though yong didn’t always go out of his way to do such because he didn’t particularly like customers he couldn’t hurt to try.

“ is this your first time here? do you need help with anything ? ”

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[chryong]

hello everyone, i am still taking plots for the event that’s currently going on so if you want to plot with yong for the event, feel free to like this post. he is part of plot 08, PM_S16 if that helps a bit as well with plotting? i’ll be getting back to replying to plotting messages after work as well. sorry for the delay.

[chryong]

hello everyone, i am still taking plots for the event that’s currently going on so if you want to plot with yong for the event, feel free to like this post. he is part of plot 08, PM_S16 if that helps a bit as well with plotting? i’ll be getting back to replying to plotting messages after work as well. sorry for the delay.

[chryong]

&& ' why do you keep bothering me ? ’ SUMMER 2021 — @chrinsu​

‘ damn i can’t even smoke a cigarette in peace. ’ a simple thought when the older male shows up. 

he knew that he would eventually run into his brother somewhere along this resort. he just wasn’t expecting it to be this soon. the last time he’d seen the older male it was at one of the random family dinners that their father had decided to hold. something about insu being away makes it seem like they are drifting apart. too late old man, you destroyed the whole family. 

yong doesn’t speak first. he stopped a long time ago. the closer the other gets to him the longer the drags from his cigarette he pulls. he doesn’t hate insu, there’s no reason to even though some things that he’s done is more disappointing that his own downward spiral into the deep end. one could saw that he was learning his brother’s ways without even realizing, taking his own approach on how he was blindly following the older. was the children of the lee family destined to have a hard life. sad. he’s done the moment the male stops in front of him, exhaling the remainder of the smoke out into the air and flicking the bud somewhere a distance from him. 

“ is this a visit to lecture me or is this a visit because the old man told you to keep an eye out on me ? ” he asked, curious about the answer that would be given. he knew his brother didn’t like the things he done, and he wanted better for him but yong didn’t want to hear that. he didn’t want to be told something he already knew. he also felt like as though there wasn’t any room for the other to speak upon his disappointments to him when he does the same thing. 

there was no lace of annoyance in his voice, in fact yong presented himself to be in a good mood -- even if he didn’t want to be bothered at this particular moment. he tells himself to smile, because that’s what he does best. faking that everything is alright is something that he’s mastered because he’s been doing the same thing for so long. 

“ or is this you wanting to ‘hang out’ with your little brother you haven’t seen in for a while? ” he cant his head slightly in a curious manner. 

[chryong]

sunghochr​:

old habits die hard — @chryong

. . .

finding solace in a little corner by one of the many cottages the island has to offer, sungho takes a quick glance around before he reaches into his jacket pocket, slender fingers finding their home around a rectangular box. when he is sure nobody is around, he slowly brings his hand out, and subsequently the rectangular box in question. a white box with just the slightest hint of blue and black checkers, an animated drawing of a cat on the front label: raison, his favourite brand of cigarettes. it isn’t that sungho cares if he was to be caught with a cigarette in hand, it really isn’t the worst he’s inhaled before, but he still likes to be careful and keep a…certain level of privacy to his illicit behaviours. he brings out his customized lighter next, a shiny platinum silver with peonies engraved along the outside, his sister’s favourite flower, and the year 1996 engraved along the rim, his birth year. with a flick of his wrist, he brings the lighter up to the cigarette that has found its place between his lips, a deep inhale coming next as the flame flickers out. a puff here and a puff there, he almost doesn’t notice a figure behind him. turning his head he stifles a chuckle and shakes his head when he spots yong.

“don’t even think about asking me for one, kiddo.”

he could understand when the nam’s threw their unforgettable wedding. a celebration between love of two individuals. sure it was beautiful if you were into that stuff. still in school back then, yong still remembers the still shots of the  nam’s glorious day, a mini break from school to watch the couple wed. now, fast-forward seven years later and they are throwing a divorce party. in yong’s opinion it was kinda dumb, but he also thought that this was a celebration from one’s freedom. another reason was probably to splurge money. all in all, the concept was dumb but he wouldn’t miss out on such a big event. 

it was like revisiting the past. having to visit this same resort when he was sixteen and now coming back as an adult, there was just a difference on how he perceived things. back then he was in awe at the scenery of the private resort, and now that he’s come back again he doesn’t see it in that fashion. he just thought it was weird to throw a party for being divorce, possibly the couple had to hate each other that much to throw large two week gathering for them going separate ways. yong was no believer in love and commitment was the last thing he wanted to do, but these events didn’t normally take place, i guess unless you were a nam. 

he walks around the island alone, his hands buried in the pockets of his pants as he walks along the lines of cottages that served as the guest residence for the trip. yong mostly stayed to himself on a good day, but when his was alone his mind began to wander and his thoughts only made him upset. the once happy young male had enclosed himself in a tight cocoon full of dark thoughts and repetitive images that attacked him from the inside. he needed an escape, to not think at all. there was a reason he would smoke. there was a reason he would drink. he wanted to get away. his gaze moves to another spot as he hears movement, following the sound that leads him right up to sungho. ah, he hadn’t seen the male in a while so he could only conclude that he would be seeing some familiar faces through the course of his stay at the event. 

he goes to open his mouth to ask for a cigarette but the older male beats him to it. it’s a heavy sigh that leaves his lips. “ i forgot my pack back at my room. just one and i won’t ask again? ” he spoke, hoping that would allow the older male to give him one of his from the pack.

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“I could not stop wasting time. It was crazy. I wanted to do something with my life, but instead I went to sleep, or sung in the shower, or sat and stared at the wall. I couldn’t even tell you about anything that I saw. I didn’t talk to anybody. The cicadas kept dying outside, and as I dreamed, my mouth grew thick and venomous with silence.”

— Yiwei Chai, The Jacaranda Years (via crowsummer)

[chryong]

chrinsu​:

. . .

     time passes, and before he knew it, he was at the dinner table. uncomfortably sat, elbows resting on the edge. oh, how his mother would have detested it. chin coming to rest in his palm, stygian hues flicker momentarily, feeling the hour nap was clearly not enough but he manages to keep his optics pried opened as his father spoke about the campaign interview in the coming two days. he hasn’t seen his younger brother in months, hues coming to rest on the other as their father spoke on, in the background. only breaking his gaze when their father asked, ‘well— boys? what do you think?’

     “sure.” he manages to respond without the hints of uncertainty that leaked from his words. oh, the irony. ‘you’ll be staying the night, insu. you boys can work on preparing the answers for the interview. make sure you sound natural, goes without saying.’ insu nods, “of course.” his room left untouched since entering post graduate school, sometimes he forgets that their estate still had a place for him. turning to his brother, “long time no see, huh.” 

he bites the inside of his cheek, when told the news of the interview. with this decision from his father it meant that a family dinner was ensuing right after. 

‘ as if one lousy excuse of a family member wasn’t enough ’

he looks at his father’s face, the joy that masked the mans features was something astonishing. how could would be that happy when his wife was left behind dealing with something on her own. his hands were itching for exposure but could he really lose out on money like that? no, not yet. so, yong gives a smile towards the old man , the foul thoughts eating away at his mind as he goes along with the plan. “ i think that’s a great idea, father. the interview would surely be an asset to your campaign. ” he spoke, a lie. 

it was a lie, because he knew that if insu was invited to talk in this interview things would go south. they always did. yong was more stable, forcing himself to follow suit in his father’s campaign, letting the public know that everything in the family was very much okay. he’d become his father right hand man in a way only due to being paid to keep quiet. it made him greedy so, greedy to the point where he doesn’t care to what his father does anymore. doesn’t care as to what his brother’s cause for fighting against his father’s campaign is. 

‘ the plan is just as dumb as when you brought it up. ’ a mere thought to himself.

his phone is settled on his lap as he looks down at the screen, scrolling up every now and then. he’s not listening to this conversation, he’s already heard it before insu showed up. he hadn’t seen the older male in way too long, and honestly the amount of time lost from not seeing each other was no different from if he would have seen the other often. his feelings towards the male remained about the same as the fake smiles given to his father and the public.

and so it begins, the older is trying to make conversation again. “ has it ? feels like you were just here the other day. ” he spoke, not an ounce of emotion passing his lips when spoken. “ you’re complying to the old man’s request today ? must be a slow day for fighting... ” he stated, never looking up from his phone. 

[chryong]

thank you everyone so far for the welcome, so to make things easier yes i’m looking for plots lol so like if you would like to plot and feel like ( like me ) IMs don’t do you justice, feel free to add me on discord ポテト#6828 . if not, feel free to like this post and i’ll come to you. 

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