BEGINNING TO GET TO ME.

SUN-HWA "SUNNY" KIM twenty - seven, delivery boy. are you beginnin' to get my point? that all this fighting with aching joints is doin' nothin' but tire us out, and no one knows what this fight's about

[kimsunhwa]

SUN-HWA "SUNNY" KIM, twenty - seven, delivery boy for kim's pizzeria.

are you beginnin' to get my point? that all this fighting with aching joints is doin' nothin' but tire us out, and no one knows what this fight's about.

full name: sun-hwa kim. age: 27 years old occupation: delivery boy at "kim's pizzeria" sexuality: bisexual astrology: leo sun, libra moon, sagittarius rising time on the island: 15 years

character blurb.

Sunny, the eldest child of three, was born into a hard-working family in South Korea. His father, Woo-young Kim, a renowned private chef, often took his family wherever work took him. He, his wife Min-ji, and their three children spent a lot of their time abroad because of this, basking in what the rest of the world had to offer. The Italian countryside was always their favorite, so much so that it began to feel like a second home over the years. There, Sunny's father studied Italian cuisine while working exclusively for an upper-class family, who also treated the Kim's like family in return. Work eventually sent Sunny's father and their entire family to Kiawah Island where he briefly cooked for richer families on the Northern side of the island before opening his restaurant, Kim's Pizzeria, located in The Cut. Sunny and his siblings have worked there since they were children, helping as much as they could to aid in the growth of their family business. Sunny has always been a confident, hard-working, and relatively guarded individual. He was neither popular nor unpopular, though he was always liked. In recent years, Sunny's father began to suffer from mental health issues, causing Sunny to step up and help out more and more at Kim's Pizzeria. His mother is aloof and dismissive towards the situation, dealing with her own internal troubles, and unsure how to soothe her husband and weather the growing tension within their family. They've continued like this, at a sort of emotional and physical standstill as a family. Sunny does what he can to keep going, to keep his family afloat, but whether or not that's enough is yet to be determined.

[bybriar]

hadley  had  a  rare  afternoon  off.  working  two  jobs  doesn't  usually  often  allow  this,  and  when  it  does  she  usually  has  no  idea  what  to  do  with  her  free  time.  so  here  she  sits,  at  the  boneyard  with  a  freshly  rolled  joint  behind  her  ear,  her  toes  digging  in  the  damp  cool  sand  and  her  fingers  fiddling  with  a  black  BIC  lighter.  how  she  had  ended  up  here  she  wasn't  really  sure,  but  the  smell  of  the  beach  before  a  storm  had  felt  comforting,  so  she  had  parked  her  bike  and  found  herself  near  the  shore.

she  hadn't  even  heard  sunny  walk  up,  her  gaze  still  tuned  to  the  vast  ocean  before  them.  "  i  didn't  even  realize  we  had  one  on  the  way  until  i  got  out  here.  missed  the  weather  this  morning. but yeah, might as well right?  "  she  smiles  up  at  sunny,  her  hand  reaching  up  and  plucking  the  joint  from  behind  her  ear.  "  wanna  hit?  "  she  questions,  her  eyes  jumping  from  the  hand  rolled  joint  and  the  man  in  front  of  her.  "  you  don't  have  to,  just  figured  i  would  offer.  "  she  shrugs,  throwing  her  long  dark  hair  over  her  shoulder.

[kimsunhwa]

When she smiles, Sunny does too, allowing his expression to soften. He didn't realize he was tense until that moment, soon allowing his shoulders to relax with a small, quiet breath out. "I was checking the weather all day hoping it would rain. I like coming out here when it's about to storm." He replies, looking out at the water. The moon wasn't out tonight, leaving just a wide, darkened sky above them. Though the sea still glistens, wetting the shore before them. When she offers him the joint, he nods, reaching out to retrieve it from her grasp, along with the lighter.

"Yeah, sure, thanks." Sunny says, placing between his lips, and lighting the other end. He didn't smoke much which was soon evident by the way he inhales, blows out, and then coughs. "Shit," He mutters, laughing between coughs, "I'm good, I'm good." He continues, mostly to convince himself that he was before handing the joint back to Hadley. Sunny's nervousness begins to subside, allowing him to fully ease into himself. He stretches out his legs, moving to lean back on his forearms. "It's nice." The words come out quietly, his eyes trained on the water. "My mom mentioned you the other day. Apparently, she misses how you stocked the napkins. I guess we don't do it right." Sunny states with a scoff, wanting to roll his eyes at his mother's insistent brand of hostility towards the world. "What've you been up to? I haven't seen you in a while." In a way, Sunny already knew the answer. Again, they were painfully similar, a pair of stoic workaholics. But he asks anyway, his lackluster attempt at small talk.

[kimsunhwa]

starter for: @hadleysong. location: the boneyard.

Being alone, to Sunny, was a desired concept. He's not sure when he became committed to the idea of being forlorn when most would detest that kind of thing, but it washed over him regardless. The world was loud, and unsteady, or at least his world was. He was often wading in treacherous waters, wading the storm of his mother's irritability and his father's growing depression. So, being alone was welcomed. The quiet and what it had to offer was welcomed. He takes a night ride to The Boneyard, a place usually buzzing with young energy. But it was Sunday and a storm was brewing just along the coast, so Sunny saw it as a perfect opportunity to be, well, alone. The promise of rain doesn't bother him either, this too was welcomed. It gives him something to focus on, a distraction of sorts. When he arrives, parking his bike on the sand, he notices another just a few feet away. He recognizes it in an instant and suddenly, a sense of nervousness blankets him.

Sunny removes his helmet before leaning down to look into the rearview mirror, fixing his hair and approving his overall appearance. Hadley Song was pretty, altruistic, and similar to Sunny, evidently stoic. In truth, they were similar in many different regards, and perhaps that's what earns his nerves to rise to the surface. Still, he places his helmet on the seat of his bike and walks out onto the shore, spotting Hadley on the sand. Sunny approaches her carefully, taking a seat just beside her. "Waiting to watch the storm?" He asks, darting his gaze between her and the sea before them.

[kimsunhwa]

starter for: @halhenson. location: near west beach.

"Okay, okay," Sunny retorts into his phone, weathering the storm of his mother's sudden sour mood. His father, in her words, had slept the entire day away, leaving her and her youngest son to tend to Kim's Pizzeria. "Omma, please, just slow down. Give me a sec—" He's interrupted again, causing him to release a disgruntled puff of air from his lungs. Like clockwork, Min-ji's frustration grows, especially now in the wake of her eldest son not speaking to her in Korean.

"Omma, mianhaeyo. Jinjonghaseyo..." He mutters his apologies while attempting to get to a quieter area. "I'll be there soon, alright? Algessoyo? Jega galkkeyo." With that, he hangs up, still speed-walking to find his motorcycle in the parking lot. To his dismay, Sunny collides with someone on his hellbent journey to pick up the pieces of his family's turmoil. "Shit, I'm sorry. I'm sorry, are you okay?" He asks swiftly, reaching his hands out. When he averts his gaze from the sand and zeros in on Halley, of all people, he freezes. "I'm — I'm sorry. I didn't —" Words escape him, out of breath in his current state, all paired with the apples of his cheeks turning a shade of bright pink.

[leedongwook]

Cha Eun Woo as "Kwon Sun Yool"

Wonderful World  원더풀월드 (2024) // Episode 3+4

[intimatum]

Susan Sontag, As Consciousness Is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks, 1964 - 1980