I HAVE THIS STRANGE FEELING THAT I’M NOT MYSELF ANYMORE. IT’S HARD TO PUT INTO WORDS, BUT I GUESS IT’S LIKE I WAS FAST ASLEEP, AND S O M E O N E CAME, DISASSEMBLED ME, AND HURRIEDLY PUT ME BACK T O G E T H E R AGAIN. THAT SORT OF FEELING.TWENTY ONE. JUNIOR. HE/HIM PRONOUNS, PANSEXUAL. DIGITAL &. PRINT JOURNALISM
Leo was sitting on the couch with Milan playing one of the games on his phone with the other next to him. He rested his head COMFORTABLY against Milan’s, going through the levels and pressing buttons to make his character go farther. “This is the part you said you couldn’t get past?” Leo asked, glancing at Milan through his bangs. He pressed play again and STARTED, only to fall off some ledge five seconds in, and he sighed. He fully expected to get past it and rub it in Milan’s face, but it seemed like the level was IMPOSSIBLE and there wasn’t a point in continuing to try. “Maybe we should play something on the console instead. I can at least g e t you in Mario Kart, ” He huffed, flopping his phone down beside him before turning and laying himself over his best friend completely.
Milan had been heavily invested into trying to finally beat this level he’s been stuck on for nearly three days, eyes barely blinking as he concentrated on moving his character to the end. If he were being honest, having Leo’s presence might’ve inspired him to get a bit further in the level, but that soon was proven false as he watched the poor pixel man drop onto a black screen. Huffing, he glanced over at the other’s screen to see how they were coming along. Before he could even answer him, a fit of laughter overcame him from watching how easily Leo had failed. ❝ Yeah, how’d you know ? ❞ He let Leo sulk while lying on him, throwing his head back against the couch before glancing down at him.
❝ You’re just saying that because you couldn’t shove your victory in my face, ❞ Milan picked up the closest pillow cushion to him without disturbing his friend’s resting position to lightly hit him with it. ❝ I’ll have you know, I’ve been practicing my drifting skills and I don’t wanna brag or anything but, ❞ He blew on his knuckles then wiped them on his shirt, ❝ I think my driving has gotten way better. ❞
hello, hello, hellooo ! i am anxious lmao. this is my first time joining a rp that has been open for a while with a pretty big group so i hope my awkwardness or poor writing doesn’t change your mind about milan. i reside in cst timezone, am 18, a crybaby aries and loves angst. but enough about me, it’s about time i let you get to know my son. i hope you love him just as much as i did creating him these past thirty minutes. you can find his connections page HERE and his stats HERE. if you wanna plot, lmk &. we can make some magic !
└ lee jooheon, twenty one, he/him ┐ this town wouldn’t be complete without CHOI “MILAN” MINJAE wondering around. they’re known as the reveller and have been living here for three months. i hear they really like quiet places, old books, &. 80’s films, but can’t stand politics, smoking, &. mirrors. their sole purpose? i hear it’s to figure themselves out, but we’ll see how that goes.
trigger warnings ; mentions of self harm.
starting off with the most important part, minjae is the complete opposite of his labels. he’s a reveller, but hates partying. an academic, but is failing. an artisan, but can’t really draw. the guy can’t catch a break.
he was born to these two teen parents but they decided to give him to this sweet interracial couple ( african american mother &. korean father ) who proudly raised him as their own. his birth parents were allowed to see him so they have been supporting him since the beginning.
around the age of 8 was when milan started hating mirrors. for some reason whenever he looked into one, he’d just stare for hours on hours &. then would run away. they obviously thought this was just a phase but he has yet to stand in front of a mirror for more than 2 minutes before panicking.
has depression. has been trying to tell himself that he’s just hella sad. doesn’t wanna believe it. *make him face it, it’s unhealthy*
has self - harmed but has been clean for what is going on seven months *pops party popper*
grew up in a country - side type of area so he knows how to garden, tend farm animals, etc.
moved to the city around the age of 17 since he graduated just before turning 18.
went through the “i think i’m straight ... wait no i think i’m not ... or maybe .. i can be all the above” &. now he’s pansexual.
started of working at the zoo in the gift shop but was fired for letting toddlers get the plushies for free ( &. for having a sword fight with a group of elementary kids but that’s another story )
started working in the library after checking out a shit ton of books one week. might as well move in.
goes to parties to try and get away from it all but the alcohol + his denial for being depressed + his need for emotional support = wtf milan.
is so FUCKING CLINGY when hungover like when he’s intoxicated he’s so damn distant but when he sobers up, it’s over for you binches.
studies literature and art but can barely write a short or paint a flower so he’s going through an identity crisis.
hates smoking but deals with it when around others.
is soft af sometimes like the baby jumps at sneezes.
can be witty and outgoing but mainly an introvert who binges old movies in fuzzy knee high socks while eating a salad.
vv versatile, no matter if it’s his clothing or his personality. there’s honestly no telling with milan.
to understand his personality a lot more, it’s literally his aesthetic ; HONEY LAUGHTER, HEAVY ALCOHOL, BULLET JOURNALS, INK STAINED HANDS, VOICE MEMOS, DEFLATED BALLOONS, STICKY NOTES EVERYWHERE, SMALL PLANTS, DENIM OVERALLS, CRUMBLED UP PAPERS, SPECTACLES, SOFT CRIES, BROKEN, 3AM WRITING, ORGANIZED MEDICINE BOTTLES, GENTLE SMILES, BAD MEMORY, HOT SHOWERS, SCREAMING UNTIL YOU LOSE YOUR VOICE, SCATTERED ITEMS, FINISHING A PAPER TEN MINUTES BEFORE IT'S DUE, STANDING IN THE RAIN, BLASTING MUSIC, BED HAIR, BOOKMARKS, STRESSED SIGHS, COFFEE SHOPS, SWEET TALK, OLD BOOKS, TEAR STAINED CHEEKS, STEAMED UP MIRRORS, BRUISED LIPS, BLOODY KNUCKLES, TORN LETTERS, LATE NIGHT THOUGHTS, STAYING UP PAST MIDNIGHT, TAKEOUT CONTAINERS, ANXIOUS, LAUGHING TO HIMSELF AT 2AM, IGNORING TEXTS, SOFT, STICKERS, BREAKING GLASS, CURSIVE WRITING, QUIET VOICES.
fun facts ; he used to do gymnastics so ya boi is flexible. did martial arts for a solid two years. he likes diy projects. favorite 80′s actor is ralph macchio. scratches his index finger with his middle finger on his right hand when trying to concentrate. won first place in 3 spelling bees and got a 1st place trophy at a talent show for singing silent night as well as a 2nd place ribbon from a science fair ; has said awards plastered around his bedroom. loves the creme colored, friendly to plastic plants type of vibes so his apartment is ideal to that. favorite color is yellow. natural pout &. uwu.
I am lost. I am confused. I do not know what to feel.
My mind is the ever-going ocean, with dark shades of teal.
Lacking in light, but a craving to be bright.
I want to sob, I want to cry, yet I find myself only looking up at the sky.
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