“To fake IDs,” He lifted his plastic cup to the other, bumping theirs maybe a little too eagerly, quickly bringing the brim to his mouth to take a generous gulp of the remaining alcohol. “Mine says I’m twenty-eight and from Michigan. My name you ask? Dillon Morrison. Genius I know.”
Jae sputtered out a laugh, almost choking on the drink he had been nursing at the male’s words. “no offense, but you look not even a day over sixteen,” the male mused into his plastic cup, taking in a gulp of the mixed liquor, that he really wasn’t sure what it was, just that a girl behind the bar handed it too him all too happily. “but, hey, here’s to you actually being able to use a fake ID and not getting caught.”
Jae’s first floor room was quick to grow into his own personal space in the span of a year. What was previously the standard one bed room bare of personality and just the basic necessities that came with it, transformed into a art-filled room, photographs that Jae took and tattoo sketches that he loved too dearly to give away; covering the walls. the provided desk, littered with unfinished sketches, books filled with the already finished products, and parcels for the custom made sketches that were ordered through his small online shop; ready to be sent out to their forever home. His tattoo equipment settled along a shelf he salvaged, Various types of music can always be heard flowing through the thin walls and out into the parking lot, and usually accompanied by Jae’s not to in-tune singing. When the music is turned down in favor of keeping other residents on his better side during the night hours, the hum of a tattoo gun can be heard. Either touching up his own, or working on a whole new tattoo -- on himself, and others. Early morning phone calls can be heard before the break of dawn, every day at the same time, conversations carried in his mother tongue to his family on the other side of the country.
Anyone else would probably be furious, but Chris wasn’t bothered. The flask he kept was the least of his secrets, and to him, it didn’t particularly matter. “I reckon so. You’re quite observant,” he chuckled, shaking his head. A smile quirked at the corners of his lips as he took another swig, before offering it to the stranger. “Did you want some for yourself, brother?”
A laugh left Jae’s lips at the confirmation from the male, shaking his head with a crooked grin. “damn, and here i thought i was good at hiding shit.” he hummed, clearly all too amused by the current situation. when the flask was offered out to him, Jae shook his head with a small wave of his hand. “nah, i’m good, thank you though, I have work later on and it’s best if I don’t turn in drunk.” he said. “ but tell me, is it a new requirement for people to carry flasks in their bible to keep them sated or is it just the select few?”
“lil’ wanker.” aubrey curses underneath her breath, frustration painting the entirety of her face within a second. she’s clearly bitter, not finding the joke very laughable. if drunk, perhaps she would be more carefree about someone undoing her triangle, string bikini top for the fun of it. perhaps she wouldn’t be standing there with her hands firmly settling upon her chest preventing any spillage with two bags of groceries slung from each of her arms. “you have impeccable timing!” she calls out, more or so thinking out loud before she catches feet shuffling on the bitumen behind her. “you gonna just stand there or help a girl out?” the brunette’s words don’t mean to come out as a demand as such yet she’s unsure whether the person behind her is the person who did it, or not.
Jae froze. if her words were anything to go by, he was in no position to make jokes or even attempt to avoid the situation; but he was raised differently, unlike whomever created such a problem in the first place. “one, who the hell did this?” he asked, shuffling from underneath the awning and reaching the brunette’s side, eyebrows raised in question. “Don’t kick my ass,” he stated, carefully moving behind her and taking a hold of the strings into his hands and already working to tie them together, “two, i’m going to kick whomever’s ass that did this.”
He doesn’t particularly care who sees him at this point. Normally, Chris had a habit of upholding the holier than thou act any time he was outside of his room at the Starlit. Tonight, though, he casually opens the bible that had been tucked his arm, and removes the flask tucked into it. No one ever bothered to question why he never opened it, and even if they did, he wasn’t particularly sure they cared, either. Taking a long swig from the small container, he closed the book and tucked it back under his arm, leaning in the flickering fluorescent light of the sign outside the motel.
It was in Jae’s nature to typically turn his eyes in the opposite direction and not vocally voice his thoughts or concern -- but there was only a few instances where he had absolutely no filter, and now happened to be one of those few instances. “you keep a flask in your bible?” he didn’t think twice before those words left his lips and he was left staring at the male with raised brows, clearly curious and struck by the idea that seemed beyond him.
“ FOUR PEOPLE TOSSED COINS INTO MY COFFEE TODAY, ” the brunette prefaces as she glances mournfully at the styrofoam cup curled within spindly digits. “ i take the hint — i’ll fix up my hair before i go out in public again, sheesh. ”
Jae curiously looked between the styrofoam cup and the girl. “Why?” he asked without skipping a beat, his brows raised and a half smile playing on his lips. “whatever the reason, that and people are bullshit.” he hummed after a second. “people are bullshit.”
it’s ya girl, eli with her second honeybee because i have little to no self control when it comes to muses and the never ending need to expand on said muses lmao. i’ll shut up now and get on to mr. park!
( lee jooheon | he/him | cismale ) hey, you hear sweet lies by exo playing over on the 1st floor that’s where jae park lives! i heard they moved in from nyc, new york exactly a year ago. they’re very meticulous but also pretty secretive. maybe that’s why davie keeps calling them the chameleon. starlit is full of people, but this 23 year old is really going to liven things up around here!
aesthetic (i will make a visual one that will be more than just this): black on black, ripped jeans and holes in all his clothes from cigarette burns, the smell of the tattoo shop on his clothes, ink stained skin, fresh tattoos, the flick of lighters and the sound of pens clicking, pen / pencil on paper, classical music in the back ground and muffled by chattering.
lmao don’t @ me for his name bc i totally was listening to jay park when i sent in his app & change his name last second
he was born and raised in SK until he was ten and his family moved to NY, NY, so Jae is bilingual in korean and english.
his mother’s a pretty well known pianist, owns her own label & works with up and coming performers & his father’s a painter, working for usually upscale clients and owning his own gallery back in NYC; so they weren’t rich, by any means, but they were living pretty comfortably without needing to ever be concerned about money.
with his parents backstory, it wasn’t all that surprising when jae himself found a love for the various forms of art. from music, listening and playing and composing it himself, to drawing, painting, sculpting — the whole nine yards, really. he doesn’t care for the form, he loves it all.
he was kinda a while child growing up in the city that never sleeps?? he definitely went against his parents more traditional ways, not out of spike but because he felt he was allowed to live his life as he wanted as long as he respected their ways?? which he did!! so his parents were definitely annoyed with his differences, but they weren’t ever mean about it. except the few times he was brought home by the police and/or, coming home late & smelling like weed, alochol and nicotine; then they were outright annoyed and put him in his place.
thankfully jae’s a good boy & was raised well with a good head on his shoulder, because he managed to excelle in school, graduated and was accepted into his first choice of universities -- where he would go for art school, until he realized college wasn’t for him and he dropped out.
at the time he dropped out, he was a apprentice at a tattoo shop, because besides art, his second love is tattoos and better yet, bodies?? like body art?? sign him the hell up!!
it’s worth mentioning, he was 21 when he dropped out and by then he already had a sleeve of tattoos on his right arm & 10 small / medium tattoos scattered about his body (i will make a page with his tattoo details) that he started to get at the age of 17.
he eventually got his license before he moved out to Vegas with his best friend.
to keep it short and clean, basically his friend was a bitch and while jae was at work one night, stole all of his money he had saved up, sold his extra tattoo equipment (that shit ain’t cheap) and changed all the locks on the house so jae couldn’t get in when he got off.
jae was basically given the shit end of the stick??? he was angry, SO angry, and more hurt than anything because he literally had nothing??
that’s when he met davie, who jae swears is a secret angel or some shit, and the guy basically saved jae’s ass?? if it weren’t for the man, the myth, the legend, jae would be on the streets and so lost.
IK IT’S STATED ON HIS APP THING, BUT HE’S BEEN HERE FOR A YEAR SO GIVE ME ALL OF THE CONNECTIONS / PLOTS.
personality wise, jae is just.. everything?? he’s really laid back, go with the flow kinda guy, loves a good party, always down to go on a drive and jam to some music, will happily give you a tattoo / piercing for a small fee (if he really likes you, maybe even free); sometimes talks to himself in korean and ins’t ashamed to tell you he knows all the lyrics to the latest girl groups song.
really, he’s pandora’s box and you won’t regret opening it lmao. love him pls.
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