Cha Seung Won

Cha Seung Won Son of The Morrigan 51 years old Recently Divorced Proud owner of a Midlife Crisis

[exmpseungwon]

⊱ door to door

mpxsihyeon​:

(...) But he rang the bell again, calling through the door that he was not, in fact, a salesman. She was still tempted to ignore him, until she heard the word Morrigan. Hesitantly, she opened the door again, suddenly very glad she had forced herself to get dressed and ready for the day before having her coffee. “Yes, I’m Sihyeon… Did you say you’re Morrigan’s son?”

“Mhm,” he agrees when the door finally opens to reveal who is apparently really one of his sisters again, and his smile is instant and warm, because no matter how calloused he may seem to others and especially mortals, family holds a very warm and dear place in his heart. “Your brother, too,” he adds with a nod of his head and he dips into a very small bow towards her, a slightly flourishing gesture that he thinks adds a bit of fun to the encounter.

“The name is Seungwon,” he repeats, just in case she didn’t catch that through her closed door. “Recently returned to the island to spend some time with family. I hope I’m not interrupting anything important?” He glances temporarily past her at the apartment behind as if to indicate what exactly the important thing might be, before he refocuses his gaze on her.

“I was hoping we could maybe spend some time together; get to know each other. If now is not a good time we can maybe set a later date to do so.”

[exmpseungwon]

The Adopted Adult

mpxangela​:

It was only natural for Angela to find herself attempting to help a lost soul find his new place in a familiar home. Angela found Morrigan to be family, and so by extension, Seungwon won the demigoddess’s friendship by merely existing due to his heritage. So, she had invited him after hours to taste her special Christmas drinks that she was providing to the community for free on Christmas morning. 

“Seungwon.” She called out as Siwoo clung to the older male’s legs, making the journey toward the counter a bit more difficult than normal. She had presented four drinks on the counter: an eggnog latte, gingerbread cold brew, sugar cookie coffee, and a snickerdoodle chai tea latte. 

“Please tell me what you think.”

He really doesn’t know why Angela decided so quickly and easily to make of him a friend, but he’s starting to think that she does it in order to have someone to look after her child while she tries to get work done. The little cretin is unbelievably energetic, seems to never run out of new things that he thinks he should do and despite many attempts to get him to go away, the little kid is still clinging to his leg like a koalabear by the time he’s asked to go over to the counter.

He complies, though, because Angela has been nothing but kind and he is of a mind to repay kindness with returned kindness and respect. So he “drags” all ten? twenty? how much can a child weigh really? kilos of toddler over to the counter. It’s second nature still to pretend like it costs him any effort to do these kinds of things, as if he couldn’t juggle with Angela and her child both without breaking a sweat. Not really on the list of things he should do, though, probably.

Looking down at the four drinks presented to him when he reaches the counter, he takes them in properly, really making an effort to try and catch all the details, and then he hums. “They, uh, don’t look very different,” he says, trying to be as polite as possible in communicating that he has no idea what he’s supposed to think of the four drinks. “I like this cup best?” He offers hesitantly, pointing at one of the four cups that has some decorative drawings on the side.

[exmpseungwon]

⊱ doctor boy

@mpxsungyeol

He’d gone through the information of all the hiring businesses to see if there was something that sparked his interest, but hadn’t really found a job he felt like doing. A few months of time off from work didn’t sound all too bad either anyway.

What he did find was a familiar name among the many, and after some Mount Phoenix style social media stalking, he verified that the name does indeed belong to the boy he used to know once upon a time, and with whom he spent many a moment reminiscing the arts and the beauty of them. The boy’s parents are much less fond of a memory, but luckily they were unable to come to the island with him, no doubt.

Always one to reminisce the good old days, he decides to pay a visit to the hospital director, making an appointment with him through the reception and then casually walking into the hospital at the appropriate time. He lets himself be guided to the director’s office, hands tucked into the pockets of his long coat as he takes in everything around him.

It would be a lie to say he didn’t hope for Seungyeol to end up as an artist, but it seems the boy’s family’s wishes have won out considering the scene of his work. When he is brought to the right door, he kindly thanks the person who took him and then knocks on the door lightly, pushing it open to walk inside once he’s given permission.

“Can’t believe I have to come see you in a fancy office now,” he opens up the conversation, the smile on his face genuine despite his playfully upset words.

[exmpseungwon]

⊱ door to door

@mpxsihyeon 

Siblings.

Not something he had expected to find when he returned to the island. Especially not siblings that are much younger than him, but then he didn’t exactly expect his mother not to have children anymore. For that she loves them too much.

Still, it’s a very strange thing to imagine having siblings at all, and especially when he’s just been abandoned by every other family he made for himself.

It doesn’t help that, after pressing the doorbell to one of his sisters’ apartments, it opens briefly to reveal a young female looking him up and down with a frown before she rudely closes the door in his face again. He takes a moment just to stop being shocked by that and then clears his throat before pressing her doorbell again.

“I’m not a door salesman,” he says distinctly, wondering what part of his expensive suit makes her think he sells things by going door to door. “My name is Seungwon, I am a son of the Morrigan. Are you Sihyeon?”

[exmpseungwon]

⊱ dagdad

@mpdagda 

[exmpseungwon]

Obviously once told of his father’s presence on the island, there is no other place he could make a second stop than at said man’s door. Dagda may not be the father he was born from, but he is the father Seungwon was raised by, and no matter how many years it’s been since they last even had contact at all, he still carries the same love and warmth in his heart for him.

So he’s ever so excited when he walks down the hallway to get to the right apartment, where he pauses temporarily to smooth out the sleeves of his suit and straighten his shoulders before he presses the doorbell. He has no idea what to expect from this meeting, doesn’t even know if Dagda might still remember him since his mother told him his father lost his memories somewhere down the line there, but if not they can get reintroduced.

There’s about thirty-something years between the last time they spoke and now anyway, even if the man does remember him, they have a lot to talk about, no doubt.

But most of all he just wants to get a really big hug first and then maybe have drinks. Many, many drinks.

[exmpseungwon]

⊱ dagdad

@mpdagda 

[exmpseungwon]

⊱ rudderless

@mpxmorrigan 

[exmpseungwon]

It’s not very hard to find the bridge, not when he’s walked its length plenty of times in his life. Family visits were rare during his lifetime in the mortal world, because not even his family knew of his heritage and so taking some time off to come see his parents or anyone else was not really that easy to do. Now he’s not walking it, however, driving his dark grey Aspark Owl down its length until his tires hit Mount Phoenix ground.

The road to the trusted Celtic apartment building isn’t very hard to find, even in a city changed with time and improvement. But he’s not up for sightseeing right this moment, so once he’s got his car parked, he gets out and stretches his legs, before looking around him. He locks his car, tucks the key into his pocket and then bounces on his toes once, twice, before he jumps up into the air and shifts.

Feathers replace hair quite easily, his tall frame quickly and smoothly tucked into the shape of the raven as he sends himself skyward. Finding his mother is ten times easier when he’s in this shape, because she knows he’s coming and so as he flies up to the appropriate floor, the window is already open for him. He dives through, all fluttering wings and perfectly executed landing.

When his feet hit the ground, they’re feet again, clad in an expensive pair of shoes. His suit is burgundy today, and his shirt deep black. He tugs the edge of his coat to make it hang around his frame properly again, runs a hand through his hair to settle it in place once more as well and then turns to meet his mother’s gaze. Instantly a warm smile blooms on his features and he already opens his arms as he walks over to her, ready to go tuck himself away in her embrace, never mind that he’s at least a head taller than her.

“Mother,” he says warmly, finally using his mother tongue again in so long. He’s definitely rusty with it, but these are words he could never forget. “I’ve missed you. It’s good to see you. How are you?”

[exmpseungwon]

⊱ rudderless

@mpxmorrigan 

[exmpseungwon]

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Cha Seung Won - Elle Magazine November Issue ‘17

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Cha Seung Won - Elle Magazine November Issue ‘17

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Cha Seung Won - Elle Magazine November Issue ‘17