“ nothing serious, just kind of like… ” his mind wanders off before he can finish his sentence. fingers weaving through yuri’s locks, he tried to collect his thoughts. “ just feel like a lot of the shit i usually worry about… it doesn’t come up when we hang out yknow. like it just goes away for awhile. that’s kind of cool. i don’t get that with a lot of people. ” he shrugs it off but internally, silas knows this is a big deal. he’s only ever felt completely comfortable with his father. “ s’testament to you. ”
yuri has to resist making a sound, little curls of delight radiating from the touch, wispy tendrils reaching all the way from the top of their head to the tip of their toes. whether they like having their hair played with or they just like silas touching them isn’t clear. “really?” they ask in a pleased disbelief, eyes flickering open wide as they gaze up at him. “well, that’s just lovely, i think. i like that for me -- for us.” a head turns, cheek nuzzling sweetly against a thigh. affection like this doesn’t happen with just anyone. “i’m glad i can help you like that -- you help me too.”
“ can we get a little privacy, please ? ” it isn’t every day that sejoo’s caught in a dressing room at the gucci store in beverly hills, and if you’d told him he’d be caught with that loud girl from the dilaurentis twins’ party the night before, he’d call you a liar. and yet, there he is, pulling his pants up and walking out with a look of shame on his face. it isn’t that he’s just been caught in the act — he’d be lying if he said it was the first time someone’s walked in on one of his many hook-ups — but that he’s been caught in public, with one of maybe the most annoying girls in los angeles. scratch that, the world, he thinks to himself. he’s supposed to be sejoo park : handsome, high class, sexy, gorgeous, dashing, gorgeou — anyway. he clears his throat softly as he comes up to stand beside the person who’d just interrupted him. his hands are shoved into his pocket, trying his best to seem cool and confident. he’s already been caught, the last thing the man is going to do is act ashamed about it even if he is. “ uh, that wasn’t what it looked like. ”
it’s not that they’re completely innocent. they may be soft, quiet, reserved but they were also twenty-four years old; they can recognize the sounds of sex. that does not, however, mean that they are prepared to walk in on the amateur porno in the dressing room at gucci. hell, they weren’t even comfortable in the likes of gucci yet -- their newfound wealth and fame still not having sunk in properly -- and now there’s even more reason to feel wholly out of place and all kinds of intrusive. yuri had sprung back what they consider a safe distance away, one hand covering their eyes and the other shutting the door. they had half a mind to bolt from the store but there were clothes to try on already picked out for them (that they would, eventually, not purchase, some inner frugality refusing to allow them to spend so much on a few tees and a pair of slacks). the conversation, therefore, is already an awkward one as their escape plans are dashed. “oh, er,” begins the mint haired stutterer, “was it what it sounded like then?” they think they might try to go poison themselves in the cologne section -- it might be easier.
caught red handed, silas debated whether or not he’d back down. “ not sure what you mean. “ he watches yuri nuzzle further into his lap, thankful he can provide that level of comfort to them. his fingers twist around locks of yuri’s hair, wrapped up in just how nice it is to have someone he feels this comfortable with. someone who doesn’t expect him to go out and socialize or be something he’s not. “ fine, “ he admits, a guilty smile spreading across his lips. “ i’m just thinking a lot i guess. i’m distracted. “
their eyes do fall closed then, too caught up in the ripples of pleasure radiating from the touch to continue focusing on their plot heavy book. a slim finger slides between the pages, marking the spot as the covers meet around their digit, book falling to rest on their chest. the hum resounds from somewhere deep beneath it, blooming outward and reverberating in the hazy warmth surrounding them. it’s practically a purr. “did you wanna talk about it?” yuri offers, cracking one eye open to gaze up at silas. maybe it wouldn’t be so distracting without a head in his lap.
silas holds his folded paperback in one hand, his other preoccupied with smoothing over yuri’s hair. the two tend to entangle themselves whenever they hang out, but silas refuses to dwell on it. he’s reread the same sentence in his book a few times over, nothing about it seems to sink in. instead, he thinks about how this is the most peace he’s felt in days. between the chaos of board meetings and twitch streamings, silas finds himself overwhelmed. his social battery often drains when he deals with others, but not with yuri. his eyes flicker down to gaze at the person who brings him this peace. he’s quickly caught. “ riveting. ” he lies through his teeth, the softest smile on his lips. his long fingers push the hair from yuri’s eyes. “ i’m on the edge of my seat. ”
the sigh they exhale is heavy with appreciation; they enjoy being touched like they’re something precious. delicate. silas’ fingers are careful with the silky strands of their hair and repeat the gesture with just as much reverence as the stroke before. “no, you’re not,” yuri notes idly, an airy laugh leaving their lips. “you look rather comfortable to me.” to emphasize their point, their face turns to nuzzle his thigh lightly. it sends some of their hair back into disarray but they don’t worry about it. silas’ touch will coax it back into place. “you haven’t turned a page in a while,” they add in the lightest accusation, the smile on their lips growing at the playful tease. “s’okay,” they add, just in case.
a swift glance downwards and one might think yuri asleep, their features are so peaceful and calm. eyes are mostly lidded, practically closed but every so often nimble fingers lift to turn a page of the book propped open upon their chest. it’s a permeating kind of contentment, one that seeps into their bones and fills their veins with honey, warm and sticky and sweet. they trust silas not to drop his own book upon their head, nestled as they are on his lap. the silence is companionable and soothes the constantly frayed edges of yuri’s nerves. an introvert, yuri gathers their energy best when they are alone; being with silas, however, is far better. “how’s your book?” they ask softly after a time has stretched, voice creaky with disuse. a dark eyed gaze glitters up at their friend, the corners of their lips upturning in a faint smile. soft. silas is so soft.
╰ * ✶ . ever notice yuri kim kinda looks like min yoongi? they’ve got 600k followers on instagram, but that’s no surprise. their instagram bio says they identify as demiboy and go by he/they. they just turned twenty-four, right? word around la is they’re kinda reticent and insecure, but you couldn’t tell online. does it matter when your family’s net worth is $10m?
WILL THIS BE SHORTER than kit’s? maybe. will i be actively trying to make it shorter. you bet!
H I S T O R Y !
born to first generation korean immigrants as one of three children. yuri’s the youngest and was maybe babied a little (read: a lot) but instead of turning out like a little brat (side eyes at kit) they’re actual a little poppet angel
always tended towards the shier side which resulted in a few close friends but also some bullying. especially since they felt more comfortable speaking korean as a teeny tot but despite being soft, they’re resilient ok
plus they did/ do HAVE friends. most notably two best friends they’ve had since forever. they’ve been a best friend trio for life and are a large part of the reason why yuri is still a soft blossoming sunflower.
they were kind of an outcast at school for their socially anxious tendencies, a stutter they picked up from the bullying about how they spoke and then, a bit later on, for their unwillingness to conform to masculine stereotypes. the bullying made their school life kind of a nightmare.
their academics suffered hard but they were still good at english / writing and had a knack for music. they kept diaries and would never be caught dead without some kind of notebook on their person and spent most of their time hiding away in practice rooms.
home life wasn’t much better. it wasn’t a bad upbringing per say and yuri loves their siblings with everything they’ve got but their parents were traditionalists and, later, going through a messy divorce which put a wrench in their comfortably middle class existence.
cheating and fighting put a really damper on how yuri viewed love and relationships which will come into play later
as if the divorce weren’t enough, things were only made more difficult when they finally decided that their gender identity was more of a question mark than anything else around that same time, leading to some harmful associations
they already kind of blamed themselves for their parents’ disagreements. they felt like their eccentricity was causing a rift and so they went through a period immediately after the divorce was finalized where they just kept their realization a secret
coming out to their parents was the bravest thing they’d ever done and, thankfully, despite all the confusion they were more accepted than they thought they would be. their siblings were a super big part of why it all went well it but that’s why we love and support the kim fam
so were yuri’s bffs.
still, the divorce was hard. being a hopeless romantic before the whole split, yuri took a 180 and became scared of love. they saw how it could hurt. how it could break up families and be thrown away for nights of physical pleasure. they saw how it could make children doubt themselves and how it made grown adults cry. they didn’t think they’d ever fall in love.
and yet… they were already falling. it was such a slow gradual thing, falling in love with one of their best friends. they’d been there all along, through thick and thin – both friends had – but the spark of something more quickly turned into a fire once they started opening up to the idea.
that’s not to say that it was easy. yuri denied it for a long while, rejected a few desperate suitors throughout college and used that angst and insecurity in their writing and composing. they developed an even stronger passion for the written word – mostly poetry but sometimes other forms of prose -- and were able to communicate some of those feelings through music.
personality and important points – STILL A SHY LITTLE SWEETHEART but an emphasis on the sweet. occasionally stutters but is going to speech therapy and has medication for anxiety. has a dog that isn’t technically a therapy dog but might as well be one for all that comfort and support aw they’re a writer and blogger and run a fairly popular forum for lgbt youths called ‘question mark’ but how they really became rich is explained next ......
C A R E E R !
yuri’s joining the lives of the rich and wealthy is actually fairly recent. they saved up money from freelance pieces to move out and bought a piano before they bought real furniture. someone recorded a video of them playing and how it echoed down the stairwell and it went viral. being famous without a face to attach to the talent ends up being a running theme in yuri’s life
somewhere while the piano vid was gaining traction, yuri started sending out manuscripts of their writing. it’s definitely what they actually wanted to do with their life -- music being more of a hobby. they weren’t... getting far but eventually their work fell into the hands of someone who contacted yuri to be a ghost writer
it wasn’t quite the ‘big break’ they were expecting but it was also quite lucrative. the individual ended up making bank on the novel and has contracted yuri for a sequel. they aren’t super sure they want to do it because it feels odd to be getting rich off of someone else’s name branding but at the same time, they were able to send money to their siblings and provide for their family so like? they don’t mind some part of me is like it’s kit doing the full on zoella ghostwriting scandal but i don’t know what kit would even write about so that’s a no
the recent spike in instagram followers came from people finally attaching the aforementioned piano video to a name. they don’t even want to be social media famous --- they just want to live their quiet life with their lil pup. they moved to a nice new penthouse mostly at their agent’s suggestion but are still unsure as to whether or not the opulent richie rich life style is for them.
someone pls come and give them support nd break them out of their shell.
P L O T S !
poetry pals – even just someone who frequents a coffee shop w/ a poetry night ok
new friends / friends-of-friends
two best friends (one of whom they’re lowkey in love with ok)
bu…llies from like middle / high school
college pals
soft friendships
someone they rejected rip
a follower of their blog
music lovers
flirtationship where they just try to make yuri blush
