welcome to the circus 🤡 my name is honey (they/them) here with little russian bear ilya mikhailovich min! he’s a second year psych major (and fashion design minor) currently living in y house. outside of school, he works as a barista and a “tutor” (aka writing essays for pay — please don’t ask him to actually tutor, he’s shit at explaining and also has the patience of a toddler). more about him under the cut, but feel free to hit the ♡ if you’d like to plot!! (also if discord is easier for u, pls let me know!)
stats / bio / pinterest / plots (coming soon !)
THE VILLAIN ORIGIN STORY
was a surprise baby that his parents didn’t want. his older sister became their golden child, and he was the scapegoat. he was a very soft and quiet child, which was something that immensely bothered his father, who wished that his son was at least “manly”.
by the time he was four they had enough, and dropped him off at his grandmother’s house. he thought they were gonna come back, and it took a few weeks for him to realize that he was staying there permanently.
his grandmother was extremely loving towards him, but is also a very traditional babushka — she’s seen some shit, she doesn’t talk much, and she shows her love through food. guess who turned out exactly the same way.
at some point through high school, he got back into contact with his sister. they grew closer, but were never all that close because of their vastly different upbringings. once he finished high school, he temporarily cut contact with her again while he completed his russian military service.
once that was done, ilya didn’t really know what to do with his life. school was never all that important to him, but his grandmother was the one who suggested going to study abroad to see the world. he ended up settling on sk on his sister’s advice, as it was only a two hour plane ride away.
GASLIGHT GATEKEEP GIRLBOSS
his korean is ,,, mediocre, at best. he tries, but he’s more comfortable speaking in russian. will occasionally slip russian words into sentences when he doesn’t know the korean word for things.
he’s actually wicked smart, just lazy as hell. he picked psych as a major because it seemed like it would be “respectable”, but he has a strong interest in fashion. didn’t want to major in it because of some light ✨trauma✨ from his father
baby boy is also broke as hell. but being broke + being smart = ingenuity, right? that’s how he started “tutoring”, aka writing essays for people. his prices are steep, but he has yet to get anything less than a b on any essay he’s written.
he’s a part of the international student organization, which is the main place you’ll find him on campus. he’s usually in a corner by himself, but he is physically there with other people
he’s honestly just a bit of a mess. no real direction in life, misses home, and refuses to deal with his upbringing by doing anything but joke about it. if you ask him how he’s doing, he’ll just reply “what about you?” without even answering.
don’t get it twisted like i respect bugs for being the best they can be in spite of their specific assigned flesh prisons and their ecological significance but they need to stay the fuck away from me
sejun should consider himself lucky. at least, that’s what ilya thinks — they’re best friends, and he gets to see a side of ilya that no one else gets to see, a part that he acts like isn’t there at all.
really, it just means that sejun gets to see ilya be his true, annoying self.
should he be in class? yes. it’s only two days into the semester, but the russian knew that sejun was home and that was reason enough to ditch his psych class and go bother the other. at least, that’s what he told himself as he stood outside the other’s door, waiting for him to answer his incessant knocks.
as soon as the door opened, ilya didn’t hesitate to push past sejun. “hi, i’m not here for you.” he brushed the other off as he walked into the apartment, looking around until he spotted what he truly came here for. mandu.
“little baby.” he cooed in russian, instantly getting on his knees to get closer to the cat. “sweet little baby, so pretty.” he smiled, practically laying on the ground to pet mandu.
