the last thing that jaehyuk liked to believe was that doomsday was here. even with how attached most of his people to their god-- the last thing that jaehyuk chose to believe in was in anything spiritual, because throughout his fucked up, goddamned life, no god had ever truly appeared for him, or saw through his efforts and helped make things better.
if god existed, he or she or they were just a cruel god, with no intentions of helping those civilians that truly needed it.
the cigarette in his hands burns to its cinders, the soft exhalation blooming a puff of smoke behind his lips as his thought turns towards another that had been on his mind. ahri. she’d been a little different towards him--though he couldn’t..exactly put his finger upon it. something had changed. his finger tapped thoughtfully against his tabletop, teeth lingering over his bottom lip as he narrowed his eyes slightly, plucking a lonesome tune upon the guitar, nestled in his lap.
the world was a cruel place, but at the very least, he had--the thought is barely finished when a loud crash booms against his ears, the ground shaking beneath his very feet as it begins to crumble.
fuck.
a chill raises goosebumps through his skin, sharp eyes staring unblinking at the crack on the ground that continued rumbling under his feet. an earthquake. so suddenly? fear streaked through him as he quickly grabbed his phone, stumbling as the building shook on its foundations, the door slamming behind him as he abandoned his things and ran straight for the stairs, roughly gasping as the ground swayed beneath him, lightly nauseated as he finally stumbled out of the door onto the ground, shirt sticking to his chest as he crumbled to his knees for a moment, head spinning as he emptied his stomach onto the nearby ground.
“oh fuck. that felt like shit.” he mumbled, wiping his teary eyes, stinging with dust as his mouth soured from bile. “hello?” a yelp escaped his lips as the nearby building crumbled with a terrible roar, his barefeet slapping against the ground as he stumbled over glass, the fear of seeing another building crumble in his confusion only attributed to his terror, the world turning black as a wall of debris collapsed over him, the clatter of his phone on the ground the last thing that registers in his dazed mind.
...
everything hurt.
that was the first thing that registers in his mind as he blinks, coughing at the dust that shifts with every move he makes, the sting of pain and wetness of blood running down the side of his head the next thing he registers to his own clarity, a hand raising to graze against the side of his head that throbbed with a pained beat as he groaned.
what about ahri?
he stumbled to his feet, groaning as he strained against the debris (thankfully, it wasn’t that heavy), rubbing his eyes as his vision blurred, tears streaming down his face as he coughed from the dusty debris.
he needed to find somewhere safe. he swallowed as he stumbled out of the debris, skin dusted with white dust. he needed to find ahri.
come to the fountain of worship.
a crackle of a thought blazed through his brain as hyuk stumbled in his ambling, a groan bursting from his lips as he clutched his head, his already concussed head feeling even worse than before as he puked once more onto the ground.
“don’t you know how not to melt a concussed person’s brain even further?” he groaned, feeling his head swim as he rose once more to his feet. his tongue felt thick and his lips felt dry. “though i feel like if you were simply fine, you’d be even more of an ass and just shit everything straight into my brain.” he muttered aloud, feeling the wry tinge of amusement from the fuzzy voice in his head.
“you’re that shitty god in this world, aren’t you?” he muttered aloud, unsurprised by the supernatural event. there had to be reason why so many of chromians were so...spiritual in the first place. and at this point in his life, jaehyuk thought that there was little that he could count as satisfactory enough or supernatural enough to unfaze him.
perhaps it was the fact that the earthquake and concussion had knocked all logic from his head.
perhaps that was just it--he thought to himself, stumbling towards the fountain as he swore under his breath.
“am i gonna see ahri there?” he asked aloud, fingers crossed that the god of the world, no matter how weak it was, could provide him the answer that he wanted. “ahri. the girl that i like.” he confessed, blinking as blood slowly trickled down his right eye.
i cannot give you the answer you wish for. you will have to approach the fountain to find out yourself.
“ well.” hyuk felt a grimace lift the corners of his lips at the god’s stupid answer. “of course you would say that. “so fuck you and all of your goddamn intentions. i’m going to the fountain for ahri and ahri only, heart that?”
there was a slow beat, and a buzz of acknowledgement in the back of his throbbing head.
if you wish it to be so.
hyuk snarled to himself at the god’s answer, lifting his feet once more to trudge in the direction of the fountain where he’d last recalled seeing as a place of worship, giving an errant middle finger towards the god that couldn’t provide him anything but a useless answer.
their schedules are not always routine but it’s become habit over the years. granted, he’s got a few on her due to her own fiascos and changes, leading up to this path, but ahri was here now, things were going smoothly for the most part, despite the complications of whatever all of this was - status quo is perfectly fine. there’s no need to change anything. she partially wonders if there’s any point in waiting up, but also knows that subconsciously ahri would choose anything other than to wait up. even so, as the hours tick later, she accidentally nods off on his sofa. the next thing she knows, she’s alerted to the sounds in the room, glancing up to see @cr-darksienna with a neutral expression on her face. “what time is it? i can’t believe it’s this late already. you might need a sofa, this one isn’t nearly as comfortable as i thought…”
being on the stage was everything to jaehyuk. he was in his element where the lights shone upon him on the stage, when water sprayed upon his body, glistening lightly with sweat and hair matted, eyes wild, the sound of the crowd screaming in his ears as he holds the microphone out to the audience. performance, he calls it, even though some where in the back of his mind, he knew one particular person wasn’t going to be that happy about his exuberance on stage.
ahri.
a smile curves upon his very lips as he thought of her, towel swiping across his face as he nods at the members of riot and everyone else backstage, eager to return back to where he was supposed to be, home--and nowhere else.
ah. yes. he had to message ahri too.
eyes glittering with excitement, he raked his fingers through his hair quickly, picking up his phone to shoot a message to her as he scuffed his feet into his shoes. she’d usually reply within a minute or two, depending upon her mood, so when she ends up not replying him, he fires off another message--badly typed and with multiple typos and spelling errors, telling her that he’d be going home.
home--the figurative word of speech for his place that soon became their place once they reconnected, and a funny little thought that he didn’t want to entertain. it would imbalance them, if he even so much as considered it, especially whilst he had no drinks in him and was of in a clear state of mind.
the key turns in the lock as he languidly stalks into his home, a lazy grin spreading over his lips as he hummed at the very sight of ahri, lying in his sofa, as though there was nothing more appropriate than for her to simply vegetate there as if the couch was her own.
cute. he thought to himself as he watched her nodding off on the sofa, sliding his hand up her thigh lightly as he sat down with a wild little grin.
“says the person that was falling asleep on my couch moments ago.” he teased. “or maybe, you’re saying that just because the couch isn’t big enough for the both of us to share.” he coaxed, pulling her forward to a lazy but dirty kiss, fingers possessively splayed round her waist. “why didn’t you answer your messages?” he hummed, mirth clear in his eyes. “were you jealous at all those girls screaming and gawking at the topless me on stage?” he chuckled, poking her cheek with his index finger as he muttered against her lips.
“medium coffee, two cream, two sugar.” he turns to @cr-darksienna. jaehyuk is much smaller off stage but no doubt as entertaining – this, he’s certain of. “what can i get you? my treat.”
he’s well aware of the hostility harbored towards him – but they’re in public and, surely, riot’s not ready for another scandal. his eyes gleam, the same strange smile appears. on stage and off, it doesn’t matter.
do what you do best, and perform for me.
“fuck off.”
it’s a reflexive thing. no offense to anyone near him, or that tall drink of water standing right in front of him, a strange smile etched upon his face.
“who are you again?” his memory fails him as he scrunches his nose, narrowing his eyes at the stranger that addressed him so informally and with such familiarity. there were always too many people that desired to know him, whether it was a pretense of not. and so when this...person came up to him, as usual--like all the other pretenders before him, jaehyuk instantly assumed the worse.
that he was yet another person, who wanted to know him better. intimately.
though the very fact that it was a male instead of a female doing something like this was yet another surprising factor to him. most of his fans were female, that jaehyuk knew. but perhaps this guy was an exception.
just perhaps, his rapping skills finally called to men, especially since they thought so much better of themselves compared to others. hardly did guys stan male rappers, or boy groups. that was a reigning fact that jaehyuk thought he perceived well.
“ i’m not here to entertain your fantasies about anything. you can kill that thought in your head. i’m not going to give you my number either.” jaehyuk folded his arms, his chin tilting slightly as he stared at the man coldly. “ so as i said before, nicely, fuck off.” his eyes creased into crescents, corners of his lips curving into a amiable smile. “i don’t know you, or whoever you are, whether you’re a saesang or just a stalker that’s overly interested.”
hello hello! i’m here to bring you an idol group’s absolutely trash of a leader, rapper and vocal, jeong jaehyuk. he’s a jack of all trades, master of none with a bit of an anger streak and anger issues that he’s been learning over the years to handle. darkly charismatic and with a open history due to a big scandal that he had few months into riot’s debut, hyuk is a performer with a 150% effort and attitude, living like he can burn out in a single day and not live to see the next sunrise tomorrow. incorrigible, possessive and with a slightly petty streak, he’s not one to pull his punches (esp with his members) with anyone that offends him, though he’s been taming himself under bc’s watchful eye until more recently. call him a cesspool of moral filth or a festering pool of toxicity, he’s as deeply insecured behind his antagonistic nature, and has worked ten times as hard for 13 years in his company to get himself to where he kinda is in right now, neither here nor there, halted in his steps by a company that feels he’s not up to it due to his loose handle on emotions and a desperate attempt to quell down on the various scandals that knight has had.
his company has played into the image of the bad boy of the group for him, especially after his first (and only) scandal, and he plans to make the most of it, especially with the reins now loosened on his end. he’s spent quite the time being a tamed tiger, and isn’t going to hesitate upon wreaking havoc once he’s been let loosened.
do hit the like button if you’d like to plot with him, and i’ll pop into your discords / dms! hyuk’s a muse that i prefer brainstorming for instead of having plots ahead of time, so feel free to go ahead and throw anything in his direction when we discuss!
profile / background
about stuff : (tw: abandonment, anger issues, violence)
he says he doesn’t have parents, which is partially true, considering he spent almost all of his life in the foster care system, until he aged out at 18. being bounced around from foster house to foster house in the adoption system didn’t do well for his own personality and view about himself, and he came away with a really bad anger streak and violent tendencies, especially when someone tries to poke him / agitates him.
if he wasn’t an idol, hyuk would have gone on to do some petty crimes, because prior to the age of 13 (when he was casted by bc for his face), he was sliding towards the dark side of the law, running from school, getting into street fights, doing little things that never set a juvenile record, but still wasn’t all that clean either.
he was casted one day when running away from school when he was 13 (his results needless to say were trash), and was offered a contract because of his face. his company was looking for someone with similar vibes to his own, and was willing to train him as long as he remained committed to the trainee path. he took up the offer with the insistence of his then foster mother--the orphanage’s owner, who honestly couldn’t wait to get rid of him, due to all the trouble he made.
so jaehyuk became a trainee just through a scrape of luck--his rapping skills were pretty okay, and so were his vocals, and bc felt as though they could polish him more if he did became a trainee, and so he started 13 years of his trainee life. being a trainee actually directed a lot of his excess energy from his angered self into his personal commitment to master a single thing--and he eventually became known amongst trainees as one of the most competitive, even if he wasn’t the best at what he did.
he was like a blackhole, constantly desperate to learn, and when he learned something, he was equally as desperate to master it, just doing things in the way that he knew how to do--and that was to knock on it until he either punched a hole through and understood it, or the door opened on itself for him. rapping became that particular outlet that he felt he moderately achieved some success with, but it wasn’t enough.
hungry for more he turned his eyes to producing, composing, even took acting classes and variety classes, just to fill that gaping hole of inadequacy that he felt made him out to be just not enough. while he knows he’s not the best, he’s proud of his unique vision for performance, and is pretty insistent about his artistic vision, which he gradually found a talent for.
but well. its not enough. he wanted--no he needed more.
and so when riot came and he became their leader by some crappy stroke of fate, he set what he felt was the lowest boundary for all of their members : respect each other, give your best to all that you do for riot, if not, i will sock you in the face. from the beginning, hyuk was very clear that he wouldn’t be the best leader, because he knew he had more than enough flaws in himself, and even felt that he lacked the qualifications to be one, but since his own fate relied on riot being successful, he expected everyone else in the group to at the very least, treat it with the same respect and effort he does, because one way or another they’re all in this whole thing together.
funny thing is: a few months after their debut and their first scandal (that wasn’t his), he lands himself in hot water for a violence scandal, having punched a male bystander in anger. bc was chagrined enough to put him on notice and probation for a while, and desperate to claim back a bit of a credibility, a press conference was held for him to apologise publically.
hyuk abandoned his pride (for various personal reasons as well) that day and went on his hands and knees in front of the reporters, apologising for his scandal and promising to be a better person. unfortunately, that sealed quite a lot of opportunities for him from his company.
his company felt that he needed to get a better grip on his emotions and anger issues before coming out again to the public in other areas apart from his group, and so he wasn’t able to do any variety or act , or even produce any songs (he still wrote lyrics and produced for his group occasionally, and could still produce his own songs, but those songs he produced wouldn’t be selected for a solo), and so to pacify his company hyuk literally abstained from creating another scandal from himself (though he did still cause a bit of problems in his own group), and held himself back until much recently. apart from that, his company publically disclosed much of his history and background to the public--thus rendering it open knowledge that hyuk was an orphan (abandoned by his mother), and from the foster care system, with a slight history of not going well in school etc.
his image is not particularly clean and bright, instead he’s known for the nitty gritty stuff, of which most of his fans have taken to his bad boy image, liking to imagine him to a particular trope because of his apparently rather cute face.
some plot ideas:
he’s a lone wolf by nature, and so he has little (only 2) friends around him, unless you’re mostly from bc and have trained with him for a set amount and a good period of time. these are the people that know him the best, who sees past that angry battered child inside of him to the blackhole that’s yearning for approval and desperate to make himself feel whole again. they’ve seen his self destructive tendencies, watched him careen over the edge and violently fall, do things that he knows clearly isn’t good for him and then suffer the repercussions all over again. ( note: cannot be from his group..he probably doesn’t have a good relationship with most of the riot members)
exes, flings, fwbs : god, he has so many. none of them are consistent, and none of them last between a month to two months really. he simply treats them as if there’s no option of anything further beyond just the wrestle of bodies in bedsheets, and the fierce scratch of his nails against their backs. more often than not, its not him that gets hurt, because he has the tendency to leave before anything further happens. has he fallen for any of them before? probably not. only one, really. don’t get your hopes up, he tells them with a cigarette dangling from his lips and puffs of smoke in the air. because he’s just nothing but the biggest jerk when it comes to feelings and relationships.
the bad influence: he does a lot of vices, from smoking to drinking, to just..a lot of things that most people won’t attempt to try, chasing after that fleeting moment of a thrill and desire. perhaps you’re looking for a kindred spirit who likes the thrill of danger as you do, or you’d like him to spoil you for the worse things in life, open a door to destroy and ruin you completely just like he feels that he’s done to himself.
rivals: ...yeah i don’t think i need to say more, because he’s someone that rises up to the challenge so fully and completely its almost as if he’s itching to have a fight or a challenge. perhaps he’s punched you before, or you differ in your philosophies and values, one way or another, it’s hyuk’s fault that he’s offended you, and you’re both just going to go down because of it.
connection:
the girl he’s in love with (possibly his endgame ; arnd 26 yrs old?) : an idol from a group as well, she’s one of his few closest friends, and he’s known her for around 13 years. they have a on & off friends with benefits thing, with him meeting her after she left his company for 10 years. he’s the one she always gravitates to back again, and they’re equally, broken, twisted and carnal--that’s why they’re perfect for each other, since they’re the only ones that can take and survive each other.
