“i think i would fuck @yhecho. we have this flirty sort of thing going on, kind of want to explore that a bit more...”
“don’t see myself settling down anytime soon, and i’m still on the fence about getting married. but if i had to, i would want to marry my best friend, @yhsohee. i don’t think she’d want to marry me, though.”
“and i’d probably kill @wonjaeyh. for obvious reasons.”
what do you regret most about our past relationship?
“i honestly regret more about what i didn’t do, than what i did. i regret not giving us more time, not putting in more effort, not communicating as well as i could’ve. whenever ex-relationships are brought up in conversation, i often think about what we had, and what it could’ve been if i had prioritized you, like you deserved. but i guess it’s all said and done, now...”
made some character adjustments and additions that are listed below. tl;dr, main changes are: nam joohyuk is his new fc, and he’s kind of an asshole now. more details under the cut, if you are interested!
i’ve also added a relationships page, and a few more plots. check them out if you’d like!
physical: 6′2, with fairly short, dark brown hair (still has long bangs that fall right below his eyebrows). no longer has any piercings (sad).
personality: jinho is more of a negative character than he was before this revamp. sneaky, conniving, and manipulative, he uses these traits to advance in his career (and in his personal life, if he finds it worth his while). he can also be kind of an asshole, mostly by being blunt, thoughtless, and selfish - but he doesn’t go out of his way to hurt people, unless it’s for his own gain. overall, he’s still a nice dude, and will always be loyal and kind if he cares about you.
hobbies: loves cooking, baking, and planting fruits and vegetables in his family’s garden. big houseplant guy. big herbal tea guy.
fears: clowns.
reputation: in his professional life, jinho is known to be the type who doesn't take shit from anyone. although friendly, people know to stay on his good side. he has only been in the industry for a few years, but his parents’ legacies make him more powerful than the average “newbie” actor, and he uses that power to his advantage.
emotional intelligence: fairly low. jinho is not good at expressing or dealing with his emotions; he either bottles them up, or lashes out.
creative intelligence: fairly high. he's able to adapt to new situations faster than most, and has always been a creative thinker.
analytical intelligence: average. was a c-student that did just enough to get by.
practical intelligence: high. relates very well to his environment and knows the right social cues to use in any given situation.
honesty hour: when was the last time you cried, and why?
"the last time i cried... it's hard to say. i don't cry very often, i just take the punches and keep on going. i guess i've stopped crying over hurtful words and actions long ago, because i learned that crying doesn't do you any good. sounds awfully dramatic, i know, but that's my honest answer."
“i can vividly remember wonjae, yena and i waiting in the car while my parents were in a meeting or something, and we took turns using the aux cord to play different songs. we talked, and laughed, and sang... it’s a really simple memory, and my parents would probably be offended that i didn’t bring up a memory from a family vacation, or some other lavish thing we did. but that day in the car is what sticks out to me the most, because it’s the last time that i can remember all three of us getting along and being truly happy. i don’t think it’ll ever be that way again.”
it was a risky late-night hook-up for the woman he came to visit at starlight complex, but simply a business meeting for him. that was typically how it went: seduction over drinks and a “want to go back to my place?” that leaves the powerful person satisfied and yearning to return the favor. it went well, and he was happy. fresh out of the shower with his one-night-stand, he got dressed and left her with a kiss to seal the deal, lying about a morning meeting in the city to get out of spending the night.
once he’s at the elevators, the doors slide open to reveal sujin standing inside, immediately giving her one of those quick half-smiles that you give to strangers as he strolled in. he never met her officially, but caught glances of her from time to time around the neighborhood, and her energy never sat well with him. maybe she just reminded him of a vague someone from his past, or maybe she was just too different from most of the other girls that resided at the hill — too raw and too real for his own stuffy comfort.
regardless, he’d never think twice about sharing something as thoughtless as an elevator ride. with the button for the ground floor already pressed and the doors sweeping shut, he simply stands there, soft muzak filling the empty space like white noise.
there’s a long moment of normalcy before the elevator shrieks out a loud beep and comes to a sudden stop, almost bringing jinho to the floor. the room goes pitch-black for a moment before the emergency lights flicker on at the bottom of the elevator, giving him just enough light to look over at sujin as he mutters, “oh, fucking perfect.”
for the most part, he stays calm — getting all worked up wouldn’t do either of them any good, and he was under the assumption that someone would figure out the situation soon enough. his first thought is to pull out his phone, only to find that he has no service, giving a defeated sigh as he slips the useless brick back in his pocket.
he looks back at her again, internally hoping to hear a yes as he asks, “do you have any service?”
the way her phone pings so soon after he sends off his text should’ve been a red flag, and for anyone else, it would’ve been a red flag, but jinho sort of... had his head in the clouds, if you will. he was slow to pick up on things sometimes, and even when she laughs bitterly, absolutely nothing clicks.
"huh?” he’s confused at first, but the mention of the name taeri stirs his brows to raise and his heart to skip a beat, excitement from the night morphing into an embarrassing situation right before his very eyes. “uh... how do you...” his initial thought is that this was a set-up, some complicated blackmail attempt by someone he’d wronged... which says quite a bit about his track record when it came to interactions with people on the hill.
but this was junghwa he was talking about — and again, he didn’t know her very well, but she didn’t seem like the type to go so far out of her way to get him into this sort of predicament. plus, what could possibly be in it for her?
so, he quickly lands on the much more logical ( and obvious ) explanation — she was the elusive, sexy woman he’d been talking to. shit, shit, shit. he can’t help but laugh a bit at his stalling before he finally confesses, “yeah, i’m haneul. hope you’re not, uh, too disappointed.” mostly joking, he gives a light smile, trying his best not to let the awkward tension rise. even though this was an unexpected twist, he did find junghwa quie attractive, so why not make the most of the night?
“well — i’d still love to have dinner, if you’re interested... taeri.”
it’s the way that wonjae acts like he’s so unbothered, like he could care less how his actions affect others, that really boils jinho’s blood. “you never had to ask me, that’s the point! and even with your embarrassing antics, i always stood by you, because you’re my brother. but this... this is too much. how am i supposed to get you out of this one? huh?” he looks at the other with raised eyebrows before adding, “everyone is talking about you, wonjae! you could go to jail!”
jinho is trying his best to listen to what his brother is saying, but all he sees is red. the first few times he had to bail him out weren’t too bad, even the last few times were forgivable to some degree... but selling ecstasy? just the thought of getting caught up in his mess once again is simply infuriating.
he walks up to wonjae with a scoff, almost disgusted by his blatant audacity. so the rumors were true, go figure. “pathetic? i’m acting pathetic? you’re the one sitting in here like a loser, strumming on your stupid ass guitar.” jinho grabs the instrument tightly by its neck, only one insult away from destroying it. his voice grew louder, angrier. “you’d think you’d be more talented, all the time you spend playing this fucking thing.”
truthfully, jinho thought that wonjae was talented, and often wished that he would pursue music more diligently — but jinho also knew that harsh words would chew his brother up much worse than punches ever could.
he moves in close, his face only inches away from the other as he viciously spouts, “i’m so sick of hearing you play your shitty music, i’m sick of watching you walk around here like you don’t care about anything, and i’m sick of having to clean up behind your decisions. you are the most selfish person i know, wonjae, and you’ll never, ever get a ‘thank you’ out of me, so don’t fucking count on it.”
* - honesty hour: what qualities do you wish you had that you don’t?
honesty hour: accepting!
“i wish i was a little more selfish, and put myself before others. i think my life would be a hell of a lot easier if i knew how to say ‘no’ to people. i also wish i cared less, was more of an asshole. i mean, i definitely have my moments, i’m not perfect, but — sometimes i give way too much of a fuck about things i shouldn’t concern myself with.”
“and, uh... it would be nice if i was just a little bit taller.”
what is something that scares you yet draws you in at the same time?
honesty hour: accepting!
“oh that’s easy: money. so easy to make, but so easy to lose. and with money comes power, which can be just as terrifying. some people get a little taste of power, and can completely lose who they are. i don’t ever want to be that way. i’m afraid of what power could do to someone like me.”
she’d watched tinder download on her home screen one lonely night and really, junghwa thought to herself, what harm could it do?
it does no harm, nothing like that at all. she refrains from patting herself on the back because, really, this may have been the best thing she’d done in recent months. she swipes right on a sparse profile, because maybe junghwa could make herself forgive their inability to put just a bit more effort into that bio considering the exquisite ab shot they had decided to make their profile pic. junghwa doesn’t judge, especially not when she’s opted for a faceless bikini pic herself. it’s quick and dirty, the messages exchanged between them. so filthy, junghwa refuses to even peek at their text thread the next morning.
but like most things, it evolves from there. instead of late night filth, it’s innocuous conversations about tv shows and other shared interests. junghwa may not be smitten, but she’s definitely interested. so, she’s the one that invites them to dinner. granted, it’s done under the insidious influence of alcohol but she doesn’t exactly have the heart to take it back in the morning.
now she stands just outside of omma’s wok awkwardly, desperately hoping to the heavens above that they’ll oh-so-suddenly have something come up, sorry! it’s one minute, two minutes and then a text stating a simple omw!
junghwa sighs openly and brazenly, lets her weight shift from one foot to another when suddenly she meets eyes with park jinho. and under any other circumstance, she may have just ignored him, brushed it off as her having not really seen him, oops! but he stands just feet from her and it’s so much easier to say: “hey, jinho!”
everyone gets lonely, whether or not they’re brave enough to admit it. jinho is fairly shameless when it comes to getting some instant gratification, and with it being so late at night, his only option is to pull up the dating app that sits buried in a folder on the home screen of his phone, opened only for times like these.
he swipes casually with an open mind — yes, yes, yes, oh, hell yes — but he’s not too surprised when he matches with the last profile, since she seems pretty lowkey herself. the first message is sent without a drop of hesitation, and the conversation that follows is just as bold.
so, after some time of texting and getting to know each other better, jinho is curious about what his online fling would be like in person. he’s nothing short of excited as he stands outside of the restaurant, waiting patiently.
he takes a look around, eyes locking with a familiar face. oh, fuck. as much as he’d like to look away and pretend he didn’t notice her, it would be far too obvious that he wasn’t interested in having a conversation. not that she wasn’t a nice person — she had always been kind to him and easy to work with — but with his bout of nerves and distracted mind, all he wanted to focus on in that moment was the girl he was there for.
a smile spreads upon his face, much to his dismay, giving a friendly shout of her name and a friendly wave as he walks toward her. “how’s it going? i’ve heard you’ve been booking quite a few shoots these days.” once a bit of time passes between them and the conversation dwindles down, he takes a quick peek at his phone and sends a quick text: standing outside, take your time!, before slipping the phone back into his pocket.
it was normal for gossip to be thrown around the hill, but jinho took these rumors with a grain of salt. however, when he gets a text from his friend haneul that wonjae has been dealing mdma, he feels a rage that bubbles within his entire being, a rage he hadn’t felt since the last time his sibling was the talk of the neighborhood.
absolutely furious, he storms into wonjae’s room, practically kicking the door down as he barked, “what the fuck, wonjae? mdma?” by this point, jinho is almost afraid to move closer, fearful for what he’d do next. “if you only knew the lengths i go to keep your fucking name out of people’s mouths —” he catches himself, not wanting to disclose the years of begging, blackmailing, even performing sexual favors, all in a desperate attempt at keeping wonjae’s name, and the family name, decent enough to show their faces in this town.
jinho’s heart aches, aches so much that he can’t even look at his younger brother, and he feels like a complete fool for going the lengths that he’s gone to protect him.
“i honestly don’t even care if it’s true.” his voice calms down just a bit, each word backed with pain. hurt. “it’s the fact that you do the shit that you do, that people can actually believe it, that i actually believe it...”
he looks into the younger man’s eyes for answers before he mutters,
the atmosphere in the room was hazy and light, exactly what you’d expect from two people who had been attached by the hip for most of their lives. they had agreed on a last-minute game night at her place, but the cards in front of them were barely being touched as their alcohol-fueled ramblings took center stage, like always.
“remember that one time when i tripped off of the pier, and yena just watched me fall? she didn’t even call for help or anything, she’s such an ass!” he can barely finish talking before he’s heaving out a breathy laugh, grinning from the memory. “that was such a fun summer, wasn’t it? no responsibilities...” his gaze lowers down to the wine glass that’s gently swiveling around in his hand, nostalgia overwhelming him. but as he looks back on all of the times they’ve shared, the more he wants to stop himself from confessing, wanting to keep things airy and easy like they’d always been. he’d hate to throw his truth out on the table and lose the most important friendship in his life. but he’ll never get his answers if he doesn’t try, right?
( ...right? is there really no other way? )
he grows quiet as he contemplates for one more moment, looking up at her soon after. “so, i... i wanted to tell you something. but first, promise that you won’t freak out.” he takes one last sip of wine, and it doesn’t do much to help the nerves that were suddenly shaking within him, but the buzz is giving him a boost of courage, at least.
“for the last few months or so, i’ve started to feel... feelings. for you. i don’t know, i’m just looking at you differently. and i’m not saying that it’s love — or lust — i don’t know. it’s just been so blatant, and you know i can’t stand keeping shit from you, so it was eating me up inside.” feeling a bit embarrassed, he can’t help but break his gaze on her, looking at the cards splayed across the table instead. “so... what do you think, i mean... am i completely crazy for even admitting this right now?”
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