✴ flightless bird, where are your WINGS?

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( sml & kwj. )

      The daylight was harsh on her eyes. All she wanted was to try and sleep, but it never came. The streets were bustling with people going to work and kids running from one place to another without the watchful eye of their parents. They were so carefree, and how she wished to be a child again. She stood by the street, still clad in her pajama shorts and t-shirt, not caring if anyone thought it was indecent. She took a cigarette from it’s pack, only to become irritated once more, “Hey,” she said to catch the attention of a passerby “Got a light?”

    ✴ *:･ﾟ—–  SO FAR, not a day has gone by without woojin beating the rising sun in awakening. as if his body has been re-programmed, the male finds himself unable to sleep in until the dark night has been engulfed with the golden waves of early morning warmth. . .  he hates it. not the rare vision of witnessing the strange beauty of minuscule panels processing gradients of color across its expansive virtual canvas, but the act of waking up early. this’ll change, he thinks to himself as he stands up from his seat on the sidewalk, nursing a sleep-deprived headache already too familiar to him. hell, it better. what use is living for a new future if he can’t start living it at the precious hour of 1 p.m. ? he’s shuffling his apartment slippers on when a voice to his side catches his attention. he’s seen her before.  “ no. . .  ” not enough to put a name to the face, but enough to know not to mess with her while she’s looking at him like that.  “ well, not on me. ” by her expression, it’s obvious he’s not the only one DYING because of the sun. reassuring. “ you mind if i go in a sec and lend ya like a kitchen lighter instead ? ” 

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( pjh & kwj. )

          The music from the club could be heard humming through the metal of the back door, creating a soundscape that echoed around the back alley.  For Jaehyun it was a welcomed noise, he couldn’t stand the quiet, he needed something to drown out the silence to keep him sane.  Letting out a breath he blew smoke into the air in front of him, leaning against the worn brick wall as he let the nighttime breeze cool his skin. He glanced up as a figure neared him, slowly bringing the joint to his lips for another puff. “It was getting a little too crowded in there, I love a good club, but it’s way too hot inside.” He mused, blowing the smoke out in the opposite direction of the other. “Want a hit?” 

     ✴ *:･ﾟ—–  EXPLORATION calmed the nerves, rendering his restless figure into a moving mass of bones as he wound himself between entangled limbs. in his other life in another life, woojin would’ve relished in the haze of sweat and sin. . . but not even thirty minutes have passed before the man begins to stumble blindly towards the club’s exit. it was too much. he had thought too much, unable to disconnect his mind from the sensations of skin against skin as he willed himself to enjoy the night—to enjoy others. he escapes, the wind biting his neck, his tall form slumping against the nearest wall as he collects his breath. not even sparing his new company a glance, he snorts, nodding, replying distractedly in agreement, “ mm. just a little. ” and it’s when the smoke - certainly not the wind - licks his cheek that he does shift to turn his face towards the other. slowly looking over the younger male, he shakes his head curtly, unable to keep a cold glint from lining his irises when a sudden onslaught of MEMORIES begin to overwhelm his aching head and heart. “ nah. i don’t smoke. ” the severity of his tone gives way to a lilt in his voice, however, as he quirks his head curiously to the side, emotions being replaced by a subtle bewilderment. “ what kinda virtual kush they even grow here ? how is that even. . . here ? ” and with that, another theory of his has been disproven: reminders of his damnation DO exist in this world, and he better fucking get used to seeing them.

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( jhr & kwj. )

&& open!

Though Tokyo bay was usually incredibly busy, Hyera had managed to find a quiet spot to let her mind unravel. It seemed as though the water was her biggest enemy and only savior, she felt confused, lost in between a mess of thoughts and emotions. She’d somewhat ADJUSTED to life here, but she still felt guilt, a nagging uncomfortable feeling that was slowly engulfing her insides. The pebbles in her hand scratch against her skin as she looks up at the midnight sky, SORROW overtaking her features, this quickly dissipates into frustration, as she throws the pebbles up into the air, aiming to hit the sky and see a speck of a glitch, but she always fall short, the small stones promptly hitting the water and drowning to the bottom. So Hyera  picks up some more pebbles, this time with more desperation, emotion making her hands shake and movements become more sloppy, she’s so tired, she’s so LONELY.  “Dear God, I don’t know where you are, but please, PLEASE, let me go home.” 

She repeats the words over and over, voice verging on a shout, until footsteps force her to instantly quieten, head held low, shame is evident. “I keep thinking that I’ll wake up, that this is just a dream..;..I don’t know, why us? Why were we chosen? Someone please tell me what I did WRONG.”

      ✴ *:･ﾟ—–  HIS FAITH IN ‘ tomorrows ’ runs electric throughout his fragile veins, sparking a vigor long-lost and dearly missed. upon opening swollen, red eyes to the neon lights blaring bright, seductive energy outside of his apartment window - during the first awakening - he genuinely believed that he had been sent to HELL, the devil not allowing the male to finally confess his sins in favor for subjecting him to some grander, more deserving punishment—and woojin would’ve let it happen. however, instead of the hell he imagined, he was displaced into a false heaven; if anything, the true hell was having the knowledge that the world around him was an illusion. thus, the devil did win, regardless. but woojin would rather rise than fall, no matter the degree of reality, because it’s been too long since he could be himself - since he could breathe an air unpolluted by the looming consequences of an unforgiving fate, and he’ll will himself to live for a future that had been cruelly torn from his young, rough hands.

so call him clueless for not understanding why some couldn’t bear to call this place home. call him apathetic for boring a stare into the back of a young girl who relayed such aching sadness in her eyes the first time they’d met, not knowing why a past that could leave her irises so cold was worth returning to. though in actuality, you should call him sensible. lacking grace, his steps scrape audibly against the bay’s ground as he shifts his weight from one foot to the other, feeling a quiet pain for the words scratching out from her desperate throat. he has the decency to lower his head in guilt once she directs her suffering towards his presence.

but wouldn’t it be better to stay ? his shoulders bounce slightly as his chest expands, a low sigh released in a slow breath from chapped lips. “ it’s not a matter having done wrong, i think, ” careful, he keeps his tone soft and his pace light as he gently approaches her, “ but maybe. . .  what you could do right. from now ‘till— ” who knows ? he doesn’t finish because he can’t let himself wonder and wonder how long this second chance might last. he has to believe his words, his philosophy for why they’ve appeared into this world because if his capability to become a better person didn’t land him here. . . then what part of his evil did ?

[daeguboy]

“be hurt again and  a g a i n.”

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           ( squidward ab crunches: FUUUUUTUREEEEE....FUUUUUTURREEE..... ) hey, loves ! i’m vera, 18, from the cst timezone, and i’m so excited to be sharing my beb kwon woojin with everyone. i don’t have any of his stats or plots up yet, but they’re linked here for future reference when i do happen to work on ‘em. anyway, this rp seems so, so interesting and everyone’s charas seem incredible.♡ looking forward to everything, so let’s get started !

scanning KWON WOOJIN, they are 21 years old and read as ASSERTIVE but VULNERABLE, which explains why they are referred to as the THE FLIGHTLESS BIRD. before virtual reality HE was ABOUT TO CONFESS TO KILLING HIS FRIEND and living in THE UNITED STATES. they’ve been said to look incredibly similar to KIM NAMJOON, but they’ve never seen it. in this new virtual world, he plans on LIVING THE LIFE HE ALWAYS WONDERED ABOUT and hopes to NEVER GO BACK to reality.

tw: death, murder, blood, violence.

“the flightless bird” potential unachieved, someone who has evolved from their current state, feels grounded, can’t find anyone to accept them for who they are, believes freedom is a hollow farce

_ ____BEFORE VIRTUAL REALITY_ _  _

born in rural boseong, south korea as kwon woojin » transferred to an orphanage in seoul, adopted at a very early age by an american family » moves to the united states as william harris

was born to teenage parents, but small town social norms would’ve made life hell for the family, so they decided to keep the pregnancy a secret and give him away

ends up being adopted by the harris family who are slightly older than most parents (weren’t able to have a biological second child, but really wanted a son) and raise will in a loving home with an older sister

grows up pretty happy, becomes that one Smart Stoner kid in high school, known for being genuine, goofy, and clumsy, and is generally living for the good times

takes a trip during fall to colorado with a group of friends where they plan to drink dangerous amounts of alcohol and get high near the mountains, camping and making memories

spoiler alert: shit happens

will has a bad trip after experimenting with some mushrooms someone had found, and it hits him hard while he’s alone and trying to find his way back to the group after taking a piss

becomes ultra paranoid, sees a figure to his side with “glowing, beady” eyes, lunges after it, starts beating it up to where blood stains his body and his hands are bruised, pounding into it hard until it stops fighting back and........screaming his name ?? ?

not completely aware of what he’s done until he’s back with his friends and CONFLICT occurs between the entire group, concerned and scared and ultimately deciding to hide the biggest secret of all of their lives: will accidentally killed his friend

return home claiming the friend went missing, treating it as such until an investigation is created, and a few months pass in agony - late winter/early spring, pressure builds as new evidence leads to the possibility that the friend was murdered when the body is found and identified

friends are in turmoil, missing school, acting strange, arguing with each other, and everything is looking like it’s beginning to fall apart....and then woojin becomes the first of the group to be called in for questioning

he’s become sensitive, unable to cope, guilty af and just downright terrified, and when he’s sitting in front of the detectives, not meeting their eyes, tears prickling his eyes when they ask him over what felt like hours was elijah killed? — . . .yes — do you know who killed him? — . . .yes — who?

and it’s right in the middle of sobbing that he begins with i—then the world around him changes

_ ____AFTER VIRTUAL REALITY_ _  _

SO after that dramatic af moment, to say the least he arrived thoroughly SHAKEN and STIRRED into this new version of life

acted recklessly in the beginning of the month he arrived, but now he’s taken up the name he knew he was born with and is hellbent on changing his life

also, even though he was content with his life in the united states, he still had the thoughts and concerns about what his life could’ve been like if he was never given away or adopted

therefore, he’s going to live as if he never had that past of his and he desperately doesn’t want to go back to the real world because he’s petrified of what will happen once he finishes that sentence of his confession

currently going to be studying neuroscience in one of the universities, leaving behind his past self’s major in english literature and writing for the study of the chemical relationships in the brain because he can’t help but hate himself for not being more knowledgable about it when he was in the real world

_ ____WHO HE IS_ _  _

stays away from drugs and weed now, i wonder why  w o w, in the process of cutting his alcohol intake too but fuck a dude gotta live with SOMEthing can’t he, uugh

used to be sUCH a foolish, light-hearted bean sprout but poor bby has become a lot more serious and cautious since the events that occurred while camping

it doesn’t mean he isn’t friendly, and he’s still outgoing and silly, but it’s so SO much more toned down from the way he was before

but if he’s ever with people who know him well now or that he likes, traces of his childish, endearing nature will definitely pop up

likes cute things, when it rains while the sun goes down, books, tattoos, cheeto puffs, kissing, taking selfies, and mayonnaise (don ‘ t ju dg e hi mm,,, okay??)

dislikes overly aggressive people, wet socks, tight clothes, waking up early, others telling him what to do, and mustard (we started with a condiment so we gonna end with a condiment, fight me)

doesn’t actually know much korean after being raised in the united states, only knew the basics as a kid but slowly forgot as he got older » self-studied a bit more when he started college because he felt stupid for not knowing the language of his parents

however, he is fluent in english and even spanish after taking it for language credits in school

debating about keeping purple/silver-haired!joonie aesthetics,, hmmm....

so much muse for this beb, cry with me die with me laugh with me pls ily

[njootd]

[wordsthat-speak]

I, too, remember the feeling. You are caught between all that was and all that must be. You feel lost.

Hard Boiled Wonderland and the East of the World (Haruki Murakami)