“ who wants to become a WRITER? and why? because it’s the answer to everything. … it’s the streaming reason for living. to note, to pin down, to build up, to CREATE, to be astonished at nothing, to cherish the oddities, to let nothing go down the drain, to make something, to make a great flower out of life, even if it’s a cactus. ” -jung yohan. 28. deaf. currently residing in michigo resort. ex-teacher, current writer with a part time job at the black flower cafe.
um...i made a kink page for yohan. he’s shy, but not too innocent i guess? he wants to try a lot of stuff lfsdkh. but hit me up if any of that stuff uh...interests your muse because he’s a needy boy.
honestly, he’s not used to going on shopping sprees- he’s always been one to save money more than spend it, but...perhaps he could let that go for a day with siwan. he had been the one to suggest it, but...perhaps it was the slight crush on his companion that made him want to spend money on him? perhaps he just wanted to make him happy, see him smile. and well, it was nice to indulge in something like this every once in a while. he’s arriving at club aura after the other male’s shift is over, giving him a smile. “ ready to go? “ he doesn’t speak particularly often, siwan probably knows this by now, but if he did it a bit more often around him than others, surely he wouldn’t notice, right?
Yeon watched him read his lips and write the note with half hooded eyes, thinking to himself “Maybe he has a hearing problem” He shrugged and made a note to himself to write notes to this particular worker. The smell of roasting coffee and baking dough was driving him insane, he practically yelled in joy when his order came up.
Listening to the man with an eyebrow raised he took a deep sip of his coffee and stood perfectly still relishing the experience, “Fuck this is so good” was mumbled out. He picked up the apple puff and took a large bite. His eyes rolled halfway back and he yelled out “FUCK THIS IS SO GOOD”. Yeon slammed his hand down on the counter and grabbed a napkin and pen and frantically wrote,in all caps, DID YOU MAKE THESE, THESE ARE SO GOOD, I WANNA BUY LIKE EIGHT MORE RIGHT NOW. Yeon practically tripped over himself trying to hand the boy the notes.
the other male’s face is partially obscured from his view when he takes a sip from his coffee, but he can tell that he had said something about it being good. that alone makes yohan smile- and his reaction to the pastries are even better. cute, he thinks to himself as he watches him scramble for a napkin and pen. the way he wrote in all caps, so frantic is...amusing. he doesn’t think he’s ever had anyone more enthusiastic about his cooking, but it certainly makes him feel good.
‘i did make them,’ he writes, grinning a bit. ‘and i have a few more. if you like them that much, i’ll give them to you, on the house. nobody’s ever reacted like you. are they that good?’ he slips the napkin over to him- he’s gotten quite quick at writing over the years. he’s moving over to the counter, grabbing a couple more of the apple puffs before putting them in a little bag, handing it to yeon with a smile. “...thank you.” he’s actually...quite grateful that he likes them so much.
for someone who lives shrouded in secrets and thrives in the idea of mysteries, a masquerade party is right down her alley. song rihye has come properly dressed to the event—a long dress with a modest neckline but deep backline, the shade of a captivating dark purple, with black lace, and a sleek black and silver mask to match. as a newcomer to the resort, she has been looking forward to meeting some unknown faces, maybe uncovering a couple skeletons in people’s closets; but nothing interesting has happened so far. (just a couple of odd couples and people who have had a little too much to drink.) she hasn’t gotten much out of people except for a little gossip; as secretive as she is, some people in this town seem to be even more guarded.
with a small roll of her eyes, rihye sips on her glass of red wine. now, alcohol is something she can appreciate at this party, if anything. that, and—wait a minute, is that a face mask? with a bear on it? feeling a little incredulous, she cocks her head slightly to the side, taking another sip of her wine. the figure is tall and broad, obviously a man, obviously hasn’t gotten the message that the mask is for the eyes, not the mouth.
they meet eyes for a brief moment when he catches her somewhat staring; she feels a little unnerved, knowing that she’s been caught looking over at him curiously. rihye has never been one to get caught off guard because she’s usually the one doing it to someone else, but she manages to keep her composure and send a little wave his way. ah hell. a small smile toys with her lips as she walks over to him with no secondary thoughts whatsoever, the wine glass still between her fingers.
his answer to her point at the mask is unexpected; it’s typed onto his phone. but, always being one to keep a good poker face, rihye takes it normally, finishing her wine before reciprocating with a remark typed on her own phone.
“cute,” she admits, “but a little out of place, don’t you think?”
she can’t help but feel a little triumphant that she’s finally found someone interesting to interact with, even if he isn’t the type of person rihye would usually find herself talking to.
he’s not dressed nearly as fancy as she is- sure, he was wearing a button-up and dress pants, but the other men he had seen in the club were wearing things akin to designer suits and lavish costumes. nothing like what he was wearing, especially considering the mask. he doesn’t really blame her for staring, he knows he looks out of place.
“yeah, you’re right.” he types out. “i’m not really used to parties like this, and i already had this.”
he chuckles a bit under his breath, running a hand through his hair. he hadn’t really talked to anyone tonight- people had just been glancing at him from afar, probably wondering about his choice of mask or just his clothes in general. he had been more of a wallflower anyway, though, choosing to hover by the bar and just...drink a bit.
“ yours is gorgeous, though. seems like you got the memo, ha. “ he grins a bit at her- she seemed quite charming, even if she was somewhat mysterious. then again, everyone was here.
a bright, beaming smile lit up chaerin’s face at both the adorable bear face mask, so unlike anything she’d witnessed so far, and the look on the other’s face as he showed her the message. she nodded encouragingly; unsure whether she should reply verbally and decided to type her response into the phone.
very cute! best mask here!
she wholeheartedly wished she’d ever taken the trouble to learn sign language but hoped typing on his phone wouldn’t make her appear as though she didn’t care. he’d unknowingly had the nerve to be the most daring person in the room with his choice of mask and that at least deserved being bought a drink. or a few, if it came to that.
can i buy you a drink?
she mouthed and nodded her head towards the bar.
yohan actually appreciates the response on her phone- he knows that it’s sometimes awkward for him to type or sign when people are actually speaking- just because he can read lips didn’t mean that others found it particularly comfortable.
‘ aw, but it’s so simple. yours is a lot nicer! ‘
he smiles at her- she had been the first person to really approach him instead of staring at him from across the room. he knows his choice of mask wasn’t traditional, but...he liked it, at least. and he didn’t really have an identity to hide, he didn’t really...have any enemies in the town yet. might as well have something cute.
he nods at her question, making his way over to a barstool before sitting on it. he didn’t hate other people paying for him, but this girl was nice- he’d make sure to repay the favor the next round.
there was a lot of yelling that night, and not because his neighbors were having a screaming match either. the yelling had come from his lips, plump lips spilling obscenities as if they were a language itself and once he was comfortable with a mask he didn’t rip off and physically harm, he was use to the lavish parties having grown up on them his entire life, yet having a mask on his face on his face to seal his identity felt almost liberating as he could pretend to be someone different than himself.
walking up to the first person he could see, he catches someone pointing at the mask he had spent all afternoon looking for and smiles as well as he looks at the message. he lets out a chuckle, folding his arms across his chest as he leans against the nearest wall and shakes his head. at first he’s confused why he would be presented with a screen but he could only guess two things and instead of being an asshole about it and ask, he pulles out his own phone and types ‘I spent all afternoon picking it out and now I think cute wasn’t what I was looking for.’
he chuckles a bit at that, unable to hold it back. ‘cute’s a compliment. it looks good on you.’ he types out, tugging a bit at his own mask. ‘mine is kinda silly, so don’t feel like yours is bad!’ he’s always been an overwhelmingly positive person- but he wasn’t just throwing out blind compliments. the man himself seemed pretty nice at first glance. but then again, it was a masquerade, a place of hidden faces and deception.
he notices his confusion, though, at typing, and he realizes that it’s probably quite odd to start out a conversation just by showing his phone. so he quickly types again- ‘i’m deaf. i can read lips and speak, but this is easier. sorry.’ he’s still not used to having to do this after years- but he supposes that it’s not terrible- the yelling and loud music couldn’t be heard, something he thinks with a bit of a grin.
Yeon had had way too much to drink last night, so naturally he was a liiiiittle hungover, he made his way to a coffee shop that someone had told him, he couldn’t remember who, but a hot coffee and something sweet sounded fantastic right now.
He stepped into the shop and stumbled towards the counter, yawning and holding his head. He pulled his wallet out from the pocket of his purple tee shirt and rung the bell on the counter, “One large black coffee and two of your best pastries please, I’ll tip you extra if they’re both piping hot and they come fast”.
he’s more than used to people coming into the cafe with hangovers at this point- they had a specific drink on the menu that they advertised as a ‘cure’ for such things even. so when he notices the man entering, hand on his head and yawning, he’s about to run and start up a drink right away- he had already made some fresh pastries for now.
yohan reads his lips- a black coffee and two pastries? piece of cake. he writes a small note to him on a napkin. ‘coming right up! :)’ he’s not worried about the tip- of course it’d help, he doesn’t make much. but honestly, just helping this stranger was validation enough. he’s returning after a moment with a cup of hot coffee and two vastly different pastries. just made, of course, the man had good timing. “ this one is an egg tart, this one is just an apple cinnamon puff pastry... “ his voice trails off as he hands him the tray- “ i hope you like them. “
— the longer the girl wandered around, the more awkward and sickening the atmosphere of this party felt. she could tell most that wandered about was dripping with money, and the looks most gave her as she wandered by gave it away that they weren’t pleased with her choice of dress. it wasn’t as decorated or elaborately beautiful, but it did the trick- just enough to attend, find her target and leave. however, it wasn’t going as planned- her ‘landord’ was no where to be found- or she didn’t recognize him. it was the masks. dae-yi wished she could go around pulling them off, but someone already on the run from her life long kidnappers didn’t need to get herself in to more trouble.
looking into the faces of others she found an interesting sight- a face mask. dae-yi wasn’t really smart when it came to common sense, but she knew that wasn’t what ‘wear a mask’ meant. without thinking she pointed to the tall figure in confusion. watching him pull out his phone and type, she pulled away for a second. why did he type? was the music to loud to talk over? looking up at the him, she disappeared for a second before returning with a pen. she didn’t own a phone.
dae-yi started writing on her hand; ‘but what if it falls off?’
he’s not dressed particularly fancy either. he doesn’t have much money to his name, just enough to pay rent and get food from working at the small town cafe. he doesn’t judge her dress like some others may, nor her mask- he thinks it’s actually quite cute. simplicity wasn’t bad- she just seemed a bit out of place with all the others. but then again, so did he- he was wearing a button up and dress pants, not at all like the people in designer suits and such.
he recognized her confusion at his typing, smiling at her a bit. “ i’m deaf. “ he says, his voice a bit muffled from the mask but he hopes she can understand him- he signs it just to be sure before typing a response to her on his phone.
‘i don’t mind if people find out who i am.’ he knows it’s quite naive, but if he hadn’t managed to piss anybody off yet in this town, he figures that it wouldn’t be any different at this masked party. ‘i’m not the most interesting of people to watch. : )’
i woke up to like...three replies on my starter? im happy dflskh, i’ll be getting to those in a minute and i’ll go through the open starter tag too <3 but regardless, like this post if you want a starter, and i’ll come to you to plot!
yohan is well aware that the whole point of a masquerade was to hide your face- he wasn’t stupid. but...every single mask he had tried either was too uncomfortable, didn’t look good on him or obstructed his vision so badly that he could barely see, which was an issue- he needed to be able to read people’s lips clearly. this town could tear you down if you weren’t careful and he didn’t want to take that risk. so...he had settled for just wearing a face mask over his mouth, a cute little bear faced logo on the front.
it takes him a minute to realize there’s a person walking towards him- he sees them out of the corner of his eye, giving him a questioning look before pointing at his mask, which he laughs, pulling out his phone. ‘It’s cute.’ he types before showing the message to them- he wasn’t always comfortable with speaking right off the bat, especially to new people, but he had no issue with socializing.
wait, was that [ son hyunwoo ] checking in just now? wait, no, it was just [ jung yohan ]. they are a [ 28-year old ] [ cismale ], and they are a [ tourist ] looking for some fun. guess they wanted to get away from [ teaching in seoul ] for a while. i’ve heard that they’re [ helpful and kind ], but also can be [ unsuspecting and slow to catch onto things ]. they also really like [ writing about all kinds of things ]. well. this should be interesting. (mark, 23, he/him, est)
hi, i’m mark. i’ve been looking for a tumblr rp to join for a while and this seemed right up my alley so...here have my son. he’s...heavily influenced off of a webcomic character that i’ve been reading, but i won’t disclose what it is (even tho a simple look will reveal you the manhwa lol) have some info for him under the cut.
yohan was a special ed. teacher back in seoul for a few years. he was kind, helpful, intelligent, the whole package. however, an incident with a stray gang member from michigo (that he wasn’t aware of at the time) left him deaf. he could still teach, but he decided to not speak as often, instead electing to use a pad of paper and a pen to write out his thoughts.
he finds it odd to speak without hearing his voice, but if someone doesn’t know sign language, he’ll speak to them. he can read lips extremely well.
however, if someone that’s close to him takes the time to learn sign language, he appreciates it so much.
as to how he ended up in michigo, he ended up following his best friend park soomi to the resort on her recommendation, not knowing that because of their gangs he had an injury that could really never be healed.
however, he found the town charming at first glance. he figured for the summer he could stay and get a part time job, perhaps.
currently, he’s working at the black flower cafe as a patissier- hes always had a bit of a talent for making sweets, he would make them for his classes before so it’s just...more experience for him here.
however, he is more than a bit interested in the more...explicit things he’s heard going on.
as for sexual things, yohan is more on the submissive side of things, regardless of if he’s a top or a bottom. he likes to be dominated for the most part. he’ll have certain times where he’s willing to be dominant, but for the most part, that won’t happen?
he likes to be taken care of in general. he doesn’t feel weak because of his disability in the least, but it’s nice to have someone that cares for him.
he’s way too trusting, by the way. take that as you will- it’ll probably get him hurt someday.
he LOVES to write. he’ll write about everything he sees, everyone he meets, about his students, about what he cooked today. he loves writing stories, and...on occasion, he’ll write about his desires. perhaps that’s why he prefers communicating with a pen and paper as well.
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