I don't bite... Much

Moon-Rhee Heechul. Descendant of Barangaw Ynaguinid. Private and Affiliated with Of the Divine RP Sideblog of otd-xiao

[otd-chul]

otdshin:

Well, this is interesting. The man before him didn’t hold anything back and he was already making do with entertaining him. Even if he found the kiss on his hand to be a little exaggerated, Shin lived for this kind of affection. Hell, he was already showing his vulnerabilities to this man so what was going a bit beyond that? Besides, he did make a pact to himself to actually try and break his self-imposed rules once in a while.

He pushed off from the railing and approached the really attractive man, leaving no space between them as his finger traced the other’s chest. He was well-aware that his powers might work soon—he could feel his eyes changing colours already—but he doesn’t even care; not when the other man was there with him. “Just a couple of drinks then?”, he asked, coyly hinting that he was interested in more than just that. “You sure a man as attractive as you are don’t have anyone waiting up for you?” After all, as flirty as Shin might be, he wasn’t a homewrecker. If the man was taken, he was laying off as soon as he gets his answer.

Chul liked how daring the stranger seemed to be, even though he was the first to approach; the younger had dissipated the space between, feeling a finger travel along his chest only made the brunet feel all the more amused. “Well, we can do more than, just drinks if you’d like angel.” He replied back, leaning in close so that their faces were only inches a part, tip of their noses almost touching.

A chuckle left Chul’s lips at the question. “A man like me hates to be tied down baby.” He admitted, one hand resting against the other’s waist. “What about you? Flirting with me when someone as pretty as you must have someone waiting for them?” He retorted back playfully.

“Is there a name I should call you by or should I just keep on calling you beautiful, pretty, and angel?” He complimented.

[otd-chul]

Running Away || Yongsun & Chul • Closed •

[otd-chul]

yongsunotd:.

Yongsun really wasn’t expecting anyone but Ruby to greet him when he comes home after getting some groceries. But what greeted him, at first, a pair of familiar looking shoes that are far too fancy for Yongsun himself to own and next, as he walked into his living room, a familiar lanky body on his couch as if the latter was the owner of the apartment instead. Albeit half the face of the other male is hidden behind the pillow he had placed on the couch, it was easily recognizable for Yongsun to know who his ‘guest’ is.

“Did something happen at home again?” Yongsun spoke out casually and unarmed even though his space had been ‘invaded’ by someone. He placed the grocery on his kitchen counter before getting a glass of water for his guest. “What is it this time, Chul hyung?”

The sound of the door opening did nothing to move Chul from his place, on the contrary it only made him feel all the more relaxed and at peace. There was always something so serene when he visited Yongsun’s place and now, knowing for the fact that the younger had just arrived made the brunet snuggle further into the pillow on the couch.

“Why do you assume something bad always happens at home?” He inquires the obvious, voice slightly muffled by the pillow he was burying his face upon. Of course something bad just happened at home, Chul only ever ran away for that sole reason only. He looked up at the other, hearing Yongsun come close to him. “Yongsun, do you think I’m ugly?” He asks something completely out of the blue and off their topic.

Chul puckers up his lips in a ridiculous and totally unattractive way before he sits up from the couch, legs pulled up and crossed together. “Thanks,” He takes the offered glass and gulps it graciously.

[otd-chul]

Chef of the Night || ?? & Chul • Open •

[otd-chul]

otdjungshin:.

Being acquainted with Chul was a little…odd. The other man was obviously rich as hell and if it weren’t for the fact that Jungshin was the barista whenever Chul visited the cafe, he knew they’d never cross paths in the first place. Well that, and he was a little grateful that the other man seemed to like his coffee concoctions (and that he hadn’t fucked up with his coffee at all). “That’s fine, but thank you for the thought still,” he said with a smile instead. People had their quirks and he wasn’t about to get into the details of Chul’s.

Jungshin chuckled before relaxing in his seat. He just caught up with Chul when he saw him while he was on his way home from his shift at the cafe. He joked that he should be fed this time considering he always gives Chul his coffee, and…well…here they were. “Then I’d like to have your puttanesca and cordon bleu then, Chul-ssi. I’ll agree when I finally get to taste it.”

“You know me, always so thoughtful.” Chul replied back, letting his ego roam free for a moment. “And besides, as I’ve said earlier this is a thank you for always making me the best coffee in Yeoshin.” He added off as the brunet went over to his fridge. “So sit back and enjoy a nice relaxing night with me. Maybe even watch some T.V., I have a few new movies there you might be interested in.” He offered as he pointed to the flat screen T.V. in front of the couch Jungshin sat on.

“That’s the spirit,” He answered as he took out a bottle of wine. “And because you are now my most honourable guest, I shall serve you some wine.” Chul offered, acting much like a waiter from the fancy restaurants he always eats at. He takes a wine glass then, gives it to Jungshin so he could pour---

He accidentally spills some of the wine on the other.

“Ah shit!” Chul says as he quickly takes the bottle of wine away so he could grab a clean cloth for Jungshin. “This is why I never got into the service business.” Chul told the other. “Don’t worry, my wine serving may have been a fail at the moment but, my cooking skills aren’t.”

[otd-chul]

Chef of the Night || ?? & Chul • Open •

[otd-chul]

otdxkei:.

As Chul started preparing everything, Kei made himself comfortable by sitting on top of the kitchen counter so he could watch the other male at work. What wasn’t there to love about a man who knew how to cook? “I don’t like anchovies. Can we leave that ingredient out?” The combination of spaghetti and fish just didn’t sit right with him, but he was also using this as an excuse to not have to do anything. He was much happier being an observer than a participant when it came to cooking. “Besides I shouldn’t be allowed near a knife, or a stove…any utensil or kitchen appliance other than a microwave really.” 

“You do?” Chul inquired as he looked up to the other. “You should’ve said so earlier.” He said as he placed the anchovies back in its container. He laughed at Kei’s explanation, starting to chop the garlic then, crush the tomatoes.

“Is that so? How about fetching the wine instead then, from the fridge? Or are you worried that you might set it on fire accidentally?” He teased. He should have probably served the wine first for his guest but, it flew from his mind as he was eager to cook first. “Or would you prefer juice instead with dinner?”

[otd-chul]

Chef of the Night || ?? & Chul • Open •

[bbchaeminho]

Minho snorted at his response and pushed himself away from the counter. “I was referring to Corbin Bleu but I think the other dude did make a lot of pastries.” He was mad that he even knew that. He was mad that he’d actually seen all three of those movies. He wanted to laugh when the other started apologizing and asking questions about Jiyeon. Most people assumed that when he mentioned his son that he was talking about a kid. With his reputation, it definitely wouldn’t be hard to believe that he did have a kid somewhere.

“I’m twenty-five. Do, not too young to be a dad, actually. But Jiyeon is adopted. I took him in five years ago and adopted him three years ago. He’s actually not much of a kid.” He snorted. “He’s eighteen and nobody forces Jiyeon to eat anything. Nobody forces him to do anything actually.” He scoffed. “He’s a brat and wants everything his way.” He smiled. “But nah, he will eat whatever I bring home if it means he doesn’t have to cook for himself.”

[otd-chul]

“I see you know even the actor’s names,” Chul teases with a smirk. “Nice to know you’re quite the fan. Any other teen chick movies you’d like to talk about?” He says, trying not to laugh. It wasn’t that Chul looked down on the movie, he just found it to be something directed to the audience of teens and children. He won’t deny not watching it though, he’s had nephews and nieces who were big fans of it.

“Twenty-five is still too young,” Chul points out as he takes out the vegetables from his fridge to lay them down at the island. “My parents had me when they were around their thirties. Not that I’m telling people should do so as well; it’d just be harder to enjoy life when you’re supervising a little kid.” He explains off as he cleans his hands and pulls his sleeves up before cutting the anchovies and garlic.

“Sounds like a rebellious kid, how do you handle him?” He inquired, as much as it seemed that Minho scoffed as he explained, there was an endearing way he put it. “Well, the important thing is you still have your bachelor life with you. Imagine having to be tied down already.” He says, followed by a pseudo-shiver of fear. “Scary man.” 

[otdxareum-deactivated20171214]

hide and go kill | chul + areum

@otd-chul

A normal person would say this as a bad idea. A sane individual, otherwise indifferent at the topics of the paranormal but nonetheless healthily wary of messing with the forces of the potentially real other side, would say that it was a terrible idea and that they were just looking for trouble where trouble was spelled with large, striking and crimson letters, but nothing would dissuade Areum - and Chul - from playing the game.

And the game was fairly simple. All they needed was a—

“Doll, check. Red thread, check. Bucket and water, check. Salt, check. Knife, check. I think that’s all, we haven’t forgotten anything. Methinks,” Areum, veiled in the dissipating darkness of the dead of night, the time right before dawn broke at the hills and spilled morning light all over, nodded more to herself than her partner-in-game and looked up at Chul, for casual confirmation. “It’s boring to play this alone so while I may not look it, I’m glad you decided to tag along. I assure you: the game is as dangerous as it seems,” a small grin escaped her as she started to shove the items into a bag.

“I do think it will be even more fun to play it at the cemetery. Whose idea was that?” Could have - ironically or not - been hers, or Chul’s; either way, it was an A+ thought. “Are you ready to go? And dearie, promise you won’t scream when the doll starts running around,” Areum teased, smiling mischievously at the man as she adjusted the bag on her back.

[otd-chul]

The idea of doing a Hitori Kakurenbo had never really crossed Chul’s mind. Sure, it was exciting and thrilling but then again, he had never really found the time to want to do it... That was, until Areum had offered.

She hadn’t asked him to bring anything but, himself. To which was a somewhat relief since Chul didn’t really want to bring any of the weird stuff the game involved. Maybe except for the thread and knife. He bought an extra of those two just in case. “Seems about right, we got everything. I have an extra of some of them, didn’t bring much salt though. Don’t want to ruin the fun too much.” He said with a smirk.

Chul rolled his eyes playfully. “Oh please, I won’t delve into how you might just want someone to play along with because you’re.” He fake coughs. “Afraid.” He does another fake cough then, smiles at Areum innocently. “And you know I love anything that keeps the blood pumping.”

“I think we both came to an agreement on the cemetery.” Chul sufficed as he lead a hand to let Areum lead the way. “Darling, if I ever screamed it would only be so you won’t feel embarrassed of screaming loud and alone.” He chuckles as they walk to the cemetery.

Thankfully, they had arranged the meet at a street close to their destination.

“Which gravestone would you like to play on?” The brunet inquired as flashed his light at different areas of the place, looking for the right spot to start. “We should probably find a Mausoleum though, much easier than, a normal tomb stone.” Chul suggests, it was way easier to house the bucket where they would drown the stuffed toy and to find said place so they wouldnt be running around in circle for hours.

“I think my family’s Mausoleum is close by.”

[otd-chul]

Chef of the Night || ?? & Chul • Open •

[otd-chul]

otdxkei:.

“Yeah and what makes it oh so special?” He wouldn’t be surprised if it was something as pretentious as sprinkling gold flakes on top. Either way kimchi wasn’t what Kei was in the mood for right now, and lucky for him Chul was offering to make whatever Kei’s heart desired. “Anything? Well puttanesca and cordon bleu sound great…I just have no idea what that is.” He admitted. “But I’m willing to everything at least once.” After all Kei would be a fool to deny a free home cooked meal- something he hadn’t had in a long time. 

“Because it’s made especially for me with lots of love.” Chul says in a playful tone of voice, laughing at his own choice of words. Lots of love and poison if he may add, but he’ll just have to keep the last part from Kei.

“Then, you’re in for a treat.” He says as he opens the fridge to gather the ingredients he needs. “Puttanesca is just like your plain old spaghetti Kei,” He explains off in amusement. “Just added with some anchovies and fancy Italian words.” He laughs as he starts cooking up the spaghetti first before chopping up the other ingredients.

“And cordon bleu is a majestic piece of side dish that is to die for.” Chul tells the other. “But of course, puttanesca is faster and easier to make so we’ll start there first so you won’t starve as I cook it.” He smiles as he gestures Kei to come to him.

“Now, come here and help me chop the anchovies while, I do the garlic.” 

[otd-chul]

Chef of the Night || ?? & Chul • Open •

[otd-chul]

otdminho:.

“Isn’t that the dude who was in High School Musical?” He joked and leaned against the counter. “You can make me whatever you want as long as it tastes good.” Minho had never been a picky eater. Put a plate in front of the blonde and he’d eat it. Free food was also the best food, despite Minho being able to afford any meal he could ever want. “if you don’t mind, can you make enough so that I can bring some for my son? He’d be pissed if he found out that I ate without him.”

“If I remember correctly, his specialty was creme brulee.” Chul points out to the other. “And don’t compare my cooking skills to a high schooler, I’m offended.” He chuckles.

As he was rummaging around the fridge for the proper ingredients, the other’s words caught his attention. “Son?” He inquired, head poking out from the fridge door that was blocking him. “Aren’t you a little too young to be having kids?” He continued off, but quickly adding. “Not that, I’m judging though. There are plenty of guys out there who have their kids at like 16 nowadays.”

He shrugs off any sort of malice or misunderstanding in his statement. “I even have a colleague who had their kid when they were only 15. But anyways, should I change the menu? Is your son a picky eater?” Chul questions out this time, looking at Minho quizzically.

“Please tell me you at least force your kid to eat their vegetables.” 

[otd-chul]

sungjaeotd:

Sungjae was taken a little off guard, strumming the wrong note and completely messing up what he was doing. Well, at least he had only slipped up in that little part. The guy didn’t look like he was about to murder him, and even if he was a murderer- it was probably best to just go along with what he wanted and not get chopped up tonight. He nodded, and continued strumming along- picking up from where he left off. “Have any particular requests in mind?” He asked, smiling slightly at the potential murderer.

He found himself smiling at the other’s nervousness. Chul supposes that anyone would feel alarmed when a complete stranger sat down beside them at the middle of the night and told them to keep on playing.

Huh, hopefully Chul didn’t make himself look too much of a suspicious person.

He hummed at first, wondering if he should give out a song. He wondered briefly as to what type of genre did this teen play, how in-touch was he to the different styles. Chul smirked, testing out the other’s skill.

“Play Romance d’Amour for me.” He said, accidentally putting a bit of a challenging tone in his voice as he looked to the younger in amusement. There was no harm in knowing the depth of one’s knowledge in music anyways.

[otd-chul]

otdshin:.

Shin liked beautiful things and beautiful people. He believed that people were beautiful in their own way but when one was just so very attractive, he couldn’t help but appreciate. The world was made to see beautiful things and the man behind was very beautiful. Also looked to be very rich and his commanding presence was very attractive. Or maybe it was just his hoe self speaking (also known as his Eros descendant side).

The smirk still on his lips, now with a tinge of playfulness, he turned around and leaned back on the railing, leaving himself vulnerable to the man before him. It was probably a bad idea and if Jiyeon saw him now, he’s pretty sure he’d get the stink eye again, but this man. This man looked to be his type. “Depends, are you going to be entertaining?”

After all, Shin liked to play.

Now that the stranger had turned around, Chul could fully appreciate the person in front of him. Of course, he made it show on his expressions how much he had liked the other. He was good-looking yes, and his body even when blocked by the clothes he wore, Chul could already imagine the lithe frame underneath it all.

“Oh, I can be very entertaining,” The brunet started off as he sauntered over to the other.

He left an inch or two of space between them, eyes gazing directly at the stranger’s. “How’d you like to spend some time with me beautiful? I could buy us a couple of drinks and you’ll see how I can be of a delightful company.” He said, taking a gentle hold of the other’s hand then, placing a kiss on top of it. 

[malai-otd-blog]

Thursdays were boring. They always were. It was like an obnoxiously big and burdensome roadblock to the weekend. And like most Thursdays, Malai was looking for any form of entertainment. As she stood, waiting for her hot tea, in the popular Yeoshin cafe, Cafe Centaurius. She didn’t get the appeal, but that didn’t really matter. Anyone in Yeoshin could be found here, and this made for interesting people watching material and even better, it made for nearly perfect lab conditions. Dark brown eyes settled on the poor soul she would use to lift herself out of boredom. After receiving her hot tea, she briskly weaved her way through the tables, placing an empty apology to the few people she bumped along the way. And when the timing was perfect, she tripped herself, spilling her piping hot tea onto a table and by-proxy, the stranger.

“Shit, I am so–” she acted out her surprise and how apologetic she was. “Sorry! What do I do?”

[otd-chul]

It wasn’t the middle of the week, but Chul still had to go through today to get to Friday. Meaning, piles upon piles of work was to be done and he could not stand sitting around in his office for another minute. He had been working himself almost without a day off, so he had decided to move, a change of place to make work a little less tiring.

Cafe Centaurius was close by, a place Chul liked getting his morning coffee or quick morning breakfast when he was late for work. Today he vouched for taking the papers he needed to study for a client and reading them as he sipped on his hot espresso and ate his cream and cheese bagel.

Supposedly, Chul just wanted a simple and non-stressful day... That is when someone had accidentally spilled their drink on him.

“Ah fuck!” Chul cursed as he quickly stood up from his chair so as to try and avoid the hot liquid from further touching his skin. “Great,” He comments off at his drenched suit. “Just great.” He continues off as he eyes the papers that were also ruined.

He turns his direction to the girl who is apologizing to him. Chul takes a deep breath at first, calming himself as he holds up one hand to stop the other. “It’s alright, no big deal.” He tells the younger, although internally he was already cursing at her for the stupidity.

“I just, my suit.” He says as he looks down again at his clothes. “I probably need to change.” Chul tells the other as he starts to gather his things to leave.

[otdshin]

Shin was tired. He had a full shift at the club last night, earning more than what he had first planned on getting. But the the club was full and Shin, not one to throw away opportunity, had used his powers while he stripping on stage for that extra money. Not that he needed them but he was planning on getting a new phone because alas, the one he had at the moment already had a cracked screen. With cold coffee in one hand and his phone on the other, he was busy texting the other person that he failed to notice that he may have been a little bent over as he leaned on the railing at the QUAD. Until he felt eyes at the back of his head—his ass—anyway and with a smirk, he looked back at the other person and said, “Like what you see, baby?”

[otd-chul]

It had been a long day at work and Chul had gone out of his way to go on an overtime just to help out his subordinates. They were going through a burst of clientele complaints due to a system error a couple of days ago.

Luckily though, it had been taken care of easily and Chul was free to go home and relax.

Yet... He instead decided that he would find it even more relaxing to visit a club. It had been a while since he had gotten a drink in a place filled with people, blinding lights, and beautiful strippers dancing for him. He was on his way when, as he walked by the QUAD someone had caught his eye.

Did he bend his ass like that on purpose or was it that this person was clueless to how erotic he looked at the moment. Not having noticed that he had come to a halt to admire the other, he was caught off guard by the stranger’s question.

Chul smirked. It may have been on purpose.

“Depends, is a sight all I’m gonna be getting?” He replied back, a haughty tone in his voice as Chul arched up one brow in amusement. 

[otd-chul]

Running Away || Yongsun & Chul • Closed •

@yongsunotd

                                    He had felt wrecked, tired and weary. It was the same old thing over and over again and seriously? Chul should have been used to it all by now. It was the same routine, the same people, the same obligations, and the same problems. He was tired of people dictating what should happen.

But then again, it was tradition and a must. 

He would never survive all on his own if it wasn’t for his own family’s rules and way of living.

But sometimes it was so sickening that it was toxic.

And so, Chul had done what he had always done since he was a child. He ran away. Typical for a 28 year old man who came from a wealthy family to be doing something so childish but, this was something that Chul had never gotten out of his system. On the contrary, this was the best kind of medicine he had ever made for himself as when he had first done it before as a child.

Yongsun’s home had felt like a second home for Chul. There was always something so calming and freeing when he was at his bestfriend’s house. It was nothing like that suffocating manor he lived at.

“Yongsun! Yongsun!” Chul called out, but as usual he was an impatient person; moreso when he was troubled. When he didn’t get a reply for more than, 2 minutes Chul had delved a hand down to his pant’s pockets; taking out his wallet where he kept a spare key of Yongsun’s house with him.

Once the doors were open, Chul locked it again then, plopped himself down on the other’s couch. A comfortable sigh left his lips as he grabbed a pillow and snuggled himself on the safe haven of Yongsun’s place. 

[wst-ruby]

Sungjae had made his rounds at the rampaging party, drinking just enough to let loose- but not enough to lose his head completely. Just the right amount to help with not overthink his actions like he was prone to doing, he had hung out with some classmates and met some new people- overall just had a night that besides involving eating way too much candy- was a good success. He walked outside the main event, finding the surrounding empty, and nearly quiet area hadn’t it been for the music echo in the back- was a sharp contrast to the booming loud night he had. Chilling outside on the strip in the late hours, sitting out on the cafe porch as he sipped his smoothie, casually strumming a song on the guitar he had borrowed from one of the family owned cafe’s owner. Sungjae couldn’t think of a better way to end the night, he didn’t even notice the stranger approaching.

@otd-chul

[otd-chul]

Chul was having one of those nights wherein he didn’t know what to do but, knew that he couldn’t stay coped up in their manor. He had just gone back from a business trip in Europe and maybe it was the jet lag (to which he really shouldn’t be experiencing as much anymore) that had made him restless enough to want to move around just a bit more.

He had thought about going out with a few friends, but wondered if any of them were actually free for the night. So instead he had wandered aimlessly--or well, as aimless as one can be when they were attracted to the loud music that was blasting around town at such a late hour.

There was a thought of maybe joining in at the party, most wild ones like the one he was currently approaching usually let anyone in but, instead he moved to a different direction and that’s when he stopped for a moment.

A lone teen was sitting alone at a porch. Usually, Chul would give no mind to him but, listening to someone play seemed quite what he needed at the moment. He approached the stranger, sitting next to the other.

“Please don’t mind me.” Chul started off as he sat, giving a bit of space between them still as to not spook the younger. “I just want to hear you play.”

[otd-chul]

Of Internal Affairs || Soobin & Chul  • Closed •

@otdsoobin

                           Tonight, the Moon-Rhee clan had hosted a party for the most influential business families in all of Korea. Of course, this party was unlike all the others, because not only does one have to belong to a big conglomerate but to also be a descendant of a god. A small gathering of  the crème de la crème of all humanity.

Nothing big, just a casual normal thing.

The party was held at the Moon-Rhee manor, a 1500 acre big mansion that had at least 2 acres of an entrance from the gate to the manor itself. Everyone was chatting up at the ballroom, or modernized function hall as rarely would people even dance at such an event. Still, the place itself was an epitome of sophistication, from the intricately sculpted designs of the room and its pillars, the dashing white curtains, abundant supply of wine and cheese, to the classical music that wafted in the air to entrance the guests. 

Chul had done an excellent job in organizing this small event.

“Je vais vous prendre sur le restaurant de quatre saisons en Angleterre quand nous y allons. C'est merveilleux.” He spoke in his posh French without an ounce of accent in it. Currently, Chul was trying to chat up all of the important people -which was everyone if he might add-.

"Excusez-moi car je vais chercher du vin." Chul excused himself from the onslaught of people whom had nothing better to do for the night than, flaunt about their increasing wealth or complain about their latest infidelity to a young beauty or any other kinds of gossip... Not that it wasn’t part of his life, having been born into such a world, this was an everyday talk that Chul was used to--in fact, he would most likely not be used to them not talking about these mundane topics.

As he busied himself getting his wine, Chul’s eyes caught up on someone. She was an unfamiliar face, someone he should’ve recognized and at least known the name if she were to even set a foot down on their territory.

“Jacques,” Chul called out to the waiter, not really the name of the man but he had a thing for French names at the moment and he always gave their workers their own personalized English names here. “Who is that woman? I don’t think I’ve ever seen her before.” He inquires to the other, eyes trailing on the beautiful stranger.

The man was about to reply back but, Chul had quickly raised a hand up to stop the other. “Never mind,” He said off instead as he placed his finished glass of wine onto the tray Jacques held and took two new ones into his hand. “I’ll find out myself.” He said to both himself and Jacques as Chul sauntered over to the lovely lady.

"Enchanté, mademoiselle." Chul greeted her with a smile, offering the glass of wine. “I don’t think I’ve seen anyone quite as beautiful as you tonight.” He flattered her, offering his hand to hers to he could kiss the top of her hand.

[otd-chul]

Sup fuckers (I swear, i should try more endearing nicknames), anyways, here’s your new baby ehemsugardaddyehem Chul. He’s a sweetie who’s a bit fucked up but, we all love him (I love him and so should you *forces Chul on everyone* jk)

Below are some smol facts about Chul <3

I’ll post his more dark facts on another post, this one’s an intro for everyone to read <3

He likes listening to rock music

He goes to underground concerts (fave date place, he’ll love you if you ask him out on this first)

Doting older brother (I swear to fuck, somebody apply as his lil siblings he will love you so much, best big bro you’ll ever have)

He likes to spoil people

When not wearing leather jackets and ripped jeans, his favourite outfits would be his suits

He has a thing for bitter and salty foods

Give him the spiciest food you’ve got, he will eat it

His favourite subject is math, right next to science and history

He has a tribal ancestral tattoo on his chest that’s proof he’s a descendant of Ynaguinid only (but anyone who doesn’t know his family believe it’s a tattoo for Barangaw)

Kinky fucker that’s into power play (he’s a switch so go wild)

His parents are currently planning an arranged marriage for him (possibly a descendant of Ynaguinid as well but, from a different country.)

He plays the violin and piano

He was home schooled till he reached 17 and the public reason his family gave out was that he was a sickly child before

He really likes honest people (even if you’re the asshole kind of honest), he finds it a very attractive or just downright very human thing 

His filthy rich family donates a heck ton of money to West Celestial cuz they love that school

[otd-chul]

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