hELLO!! to all you oldies, hey. imy. & to you newbies, hey!! iâm yumi and i have here for you, xu junhao, blessed w diamond mimicry! heâs a 19 year old disenfranchised first year majoring in business w concentration in international relations. heâs also alphaâs hazing target & the initiate most likely to be dropped and if that doesnât scream Hot Messâą to you then ,,, good 4 u.Â
on a side note, iâve revamped a few minor things abt him & his background which is all conveniently included for yâall under the cut. read: i made him a bit more angsty purely for the sake of my own personal entertainment.Â
anyways, iâm super excited that rm is up and running again!! and of iâm so excited to write with yâall so smash that like button if youâd like me to slide into your ims for plotting purposes ofc (((; i also have a twt ( @sichengly ) and a discord ( yumi#1724 ) if that makes life any easier for you.
soOoOooOOo yeah, pls love me and my revamped boy. over and out.Â
profile ! mutation ! bio !
born in hong kong as a big shot celebrity child to a former gold medal figure skating olympian turned ceo & a model/actress. heâs known as hui janho in cantonese, though he goes by xu junhao as well. probably goes by jun a lot.Â
obviously he had to play the part of the perfect son so learning how to act & also being in the center of the public eye is something that became normalized in his life from a very age but eventually he grew to love the attention, the endorsements, the lifestyle
junhao by nature was a Wild child, the type to mess around and get himself almost killed if his parents turned around for two seconds
story time: 7 yr old junhao for some reason thought itâd be a brilliant idea to try to rollerblade on his slip nâ slide because that acceleration thoâyeah he has a long jagged scar on his left knee from that despite his motherâs expensive anti-scarring creams bc his toddler fingers couldnât help but pick at the scab!!
parents signed him up for all kinds of sports as soon as he could freaking walk to channel some of this reckless energy into something more productive
eventually stuck with rugby & was well on the path to playing professionally with various uni scouts fighting to recruit him until the Incident during 12 grade
naturally a very social boy and made friends left and right ,, but of course his lifestyle led him to come off as snobby to some people
a fellow high school classmate was one of said people and clashed w junhao from the start ,, now junhao isnât known for being a pacifist and he kinda got a kick out of egging this boy on bc letâs be real, heâs your typical, immature teenager
one day the snide remarks escalated into a full on fist fight in which junhaoâs powers manifested for the first time
imagine punching and being punched by a blindingly bright boy whose skin is literally as hard as rock that also happens to be 183 cm tall & 65 kg of mostly muscle ,, yeah it didnât end very well for that boy
lots of outlandish rumors spread about what happened that damaged his public image and he lost a lot of his university offers because of this
parents wanted to send him away so he could learn to âfixâ this issue somewhere far away from them so they gladly pulled every string in the book to get him into gumi although he did have to take a gap year bc of this mess
heâs having a hard time trying to come to terms w the fact that heâs been practically disowned and no longer has half the luxuries he took for granted. heâs trying to pass as nonchalant & carefree abt his fall from grace & as far as the general public knows, heâs being shipped all the way to s. korea for uni bc heâs the new youth ambassador for a pro mutant-human coexistence organization. but he really misses rugby & just his old lifestyle in general :((
stumbled upon seoulâs underground fighting scene by accident one weekend and now heâs using it as an outlet for his pent up angst & stress & also as a source of income bc he needs the money now. it also gives him a nice rush whenever he wins & makes him feel kinda nostalgic. in cases like these, he quite likes his mutation bc itâs lowkey enough that the moderators donât know that those rock hard abs still stay tht way even after eating 20 big macs
personality wise, heâs like your stereotypical  loudass 19 yr jock who rarely takes anything seriously, says bro & dude too much, laughs at dick jokes, & doesnât know when is not an appropriate time to snicker at vines on twt. he canât deal w anything emotionally charged and uses humor as a way to hide the fact that he canât do the whole feelings thing
trouble kind of always follows him around ,, heâs always got stupid ideas that heâll act upon before thinking through the consequences but itâs always minor things like ,, heâs not a murderer or anything
lowkey a closeted kpop girl group fanboy!! like he listens to twice and momoland on the daily ,, knows all the dances to all the songs ,, u get the gist but stfu he doesnât like talking about it
all in all, a Hot Messâą trying to live the gucci gang life okay heâs not as bad as he sounds pls love him
he comes back to the living room. looks at the cause of his upcoming headache- where he sits still on the couch, waiting. âdidi. where do we have to go?â
we. he can already feel himself regretting this.
junhaoâs all boyish smiles as he watches wenyan, scowl and all, mumble to himself as he grabs whatever he deemed necessary for their little, late night excursion.
yeah, he had definitely found his ride or die.Â
( although, he would very much like to find someone slightly less easily irritated at the sight of him, but same idea. )
âyou love me though, ge.â he says jokingly, but hoping deep down there was truth to these words, even if it were just in the slightest. itâs only natural, he believes, to hope for when the elder was all he had left of what he once called home. he doesnât like to acknowledge it, much less admit it, but he finds himself missing the comfort of hong kong from time to time. even unintentionally romanticizes the familiarity of it before he catches himself.
no, he shouldnât. he couldnât. he was driven far from there. pushed all the way from his posh, little comfort zone all the way onto this tiny, korean island in the middle of basically nowhere with only bugs and the occasional squirrel for company. there was nothing left for him there, not when all the nostalgia he could ever need can be found inâ
ânice swim trunks, theyâre even more colorful than mine.â junhao canât help but chuckle a little at the bold color choice and the dizzying print paired with the less than pleasant frown tugging at wenyanâs lips. the juxtaposition of the two creating a stark contrast worthy of his snapchat story, and maybe will serve as good blackmail material later. or perhaps ( and most likely ) heâll save a picture on his phone to look back at once in a while when he needs a quick laugh.
unlocking his phone, heâs fully prepared for the rejection of such a plan and the deepening of the frown but asks anyways for the sake of formality, âcan i put you on my snap story?â
( having already taken three pictures, heâs onto the caption now: đ ±ïžro đȘđ»đ€ is pissed bc my shorts are more couture lmao đđ»đ )
âanyways, youâre ready, right? we should go now.â he checks his phone although he already knows the details. again, he figures its out of habit. junhao finds that heâs been doing a lot of things just for the sake of it more often than not recently. and he knows itâs probably something he picked up since becoming an alpha initiate, but he ignores it. all for the sake of the process, heâll do whatever they ask of him, idiotic or slightly life threatening or not.
âthey said i just have to jump off that cliff at the north end of the island and into the water. i guess the waterâs cold this early in the morning or something.â heâs already out the door, holding it open for wenyan to inevitably follow as he begins the short trek to their destination, adrenaline slowly building in this veins with every step. he can feel it in the way his heartbeat quickens at the mere thought of backflipping into the dark ocean waves. heâs shaking with excited, like any other thrill seeker would be.
everything would be fine ⊠right?
he takes a deep breath, trying to slow the beating of his heart just a bit. ( itâs the adrenaline, not nerves, he tells himself. ) the crisp, cool breeze of the islandâs early summer morning fills his lungs, fills him, with some sort of ease. though the steady sound of feet fallen into step beside him provides the boy with much more relief. âyouâll just have to record me jumping. they want video evidence in an hour at the latest.â
he takes another deep breath. this time though, he can no longer deny that itâs to quell his nerves.
âiâm going to regret this.â harim stares dully at the ceiling. âthatâs chill. when do i not?âÂ
one.
he hears it in the brief pause in shuffling, the abrupt halt of zapping of mosquitoes, ( quite a convenient trick, if you asked junhao. ) the metaphorical, yet ever present groaning as the gears in his friendâs mind turn at full speed. if one were to ask, he would say he knew harim well enough to be able to hear harimâs mental tirade of unnecessary diversions made by his train of thought en route to finally arriving at a decision.
two.
the shuffling and zapping resumes. he doesnât fret though, not when he knows this is just a pit stop. it always was and again, junhao knew this well enough, if evident by the way the easy quirk of his lips did not cease to appear. he figures itâs only a matter of time, after all.
three.
he almost falls forward and onto harim when the door he had been resting the majority of his weight on is opened more abruptly than originally anticipated. the surprise is quickly replaced by the smugness that came with the satisfaction of being ultimately right in his JUNG HARIM 101 calculations: ultimately, he always came around.Â
( albeit, usually complaining about almost everything junhao drags him around to do, but still. itâs the thought that counts, he guesses. )
âwell, i have been told that iâm quite the pleasant sight for sore eyes.â he ignores the flat tone of his friendâs greeting, choosing so much as to spare the aforementioned red ants a glance before stepping around the boy and into the cabin, where he makes a beeline for harimâs now empty bed before hopping onto the mattress with a little more force than necessary. maybe it was for the dramatics. maybe it was because heâs excited to finally get the night started. or maybe it was to get a reaction out of harim, just for the fun of it. regardless, he makes himself comfortable before pulling out the flask of, if any administrator asked, happy water.
he takes a quick swig, feeling the chamisul burn its way down his throat whilst leaving a fruity, sour taste in his mouth. ( the best soju flavor was of course, green grape. anyone who says grapefruit is a pathological liar in junhaoâs not so humble opinion. ) heâs waving the not-at-all-suspicious gunmetal gray flask in the air now in an attempt to beckon harim over, though not before letting out an overly exaggerated sigh as the alcohol slowly makes its much needed way into his veins, coloring them purple; blurring his vision slightly at the edges: the tell tale signs of the beginning of a night he hopes he wonât remember.
âtodayâs not gonna be just any olâ good day, bro. itâs gonna be a hella lit dayââ a pause as he takes another quick sip, mostly out of habit. once he starts, itâs autopilot from there, as if the motion of bringing whatever drink in his hands to his lips has been programmed. ingrained in his mind whether heâs conscious of it or not. ââcause i got you a super hot date tonight. trust me, you canât skip out on this one, my dude. anyways, when have you ever followed my lead and gotten into any kind of major shit?âÂ
yet another pause.Â
again, another swig.Â
he doesnât wait for harim to start his whole pondering process ( because he really doesnât want to spend all night working out the logistics of the validity of his bold claim. ) and opts to answer in his place, âthatâs right, never. and the keyword is major, by the way.â
junhao has the decency to scoot closer to the foot of the twin xl, wrinkling the sheets a little in the process, before patting the freshly minted space next to him, again inviting harim to share in the pre-gaming festivities the comfortable way.
âif you start drinking now, and all goes well, you wonât remember enough to regret anything, man. here, finish this before the rest of it somehow magically disappears into my stomach.â he holds the flask at arms length in the otherâs direction, as if doing so is a preventative measure for his own all or nothing drinking habits. in doing so, he finally gets a good look at the casual outfit harim has adorned: loose flannel with his glasses peeking out of the pocket, and all.
âoh, and you should change into something more ⊠party-ish too while youâre at it. maybe also try contacts because remember last time? you half squinted, half glared at your poor date all nightââ
fuck it, heâs impatient and takes just one last mouthful of liquor. the satisfaction of its bittersweet taste is immediate.Â
ââand that didnât end well, if i remember correctly.âÂ
Send âââ for a MORNING text.
Send âââ for a text that WASNâT SENT.
Send âââ for a RUSHED text.
Send âââ for a DRUNK text.
Send ââżâ for a SUGGESTIVE text.
Send âĂžâ for a LATE NIGHT text.
Send âââ for a HATEFUL text.
Send â#â for a RANDOM text.
Send â@â for a SCARED text.
Send â&â for a LOVING text.
Send â%â for a CURIOUS text.
Send âăâ for an EXCITED text.
Send â$â for an ACCIDENTAL text.
Send âââ for a HEARTBREAKING text.
she couldnât believe his words; did he really just call her princess? asking her if she could handle that? miyoungs eye twitched, her fist clenching, counting to five in her head before she unclenched it. not everyone knows what you can do, miyoung. remember that, she thought as she stepped away from him to get into position to start her bench pressing. âdonât you ever call me princess again.â taking a deep breath, she threw him a glance before getting to it, lifting the many weights with barely any strain. not long after, she had calmed down again, drifting back to her own thoughts, ignoring the figure and hoping that he would go back to whatever he was doing before he decided to interrupt her.
he sees the mixture of expressions on her face. he grins at the surprise, smirks at the disbelief, and finds the scowl all too entertaining. he stops short though, at the look of determination in her eyes: bold, red, and in all caps. and itâs quite comical how much his own eyes widen as she picks up the bar as if there were not an ungodly amount of weights on the ends of it, but rather mere feathers.
âwhat theâhow in the world did you do that?â he asks in disbelief as she sets it back down. junhaoâs mind has been thoroughly boggled at this point and he finds the embarrassment from his cocky act not too long ago slowly creeping up on him. here she was, a whole two heads shorter, but could manage to lift weights that even he, xu junhao, himself and any other sensible person in the gymâs vicinity wouldnât dare attempt. heâs racing through the possibilities: alien vitamins, major steroids, and other miscellaneous enhancement therapies when it hits himâjunhaoâs not attending just any university. this was gumi international.
âoh wait, i get it,â the smirk from before slowly making its way back onto his visage, smug as the realization finally dawns on him ( and perhaps saving his close-to-shattering pride. ) âyouâve got some kind of fancy super strength mutation, donât ya?â
(Â âhe finds a boy he doesnât recognize when he swings open the door to his cabinâs shared bathroom, head against the toilet seat and passed out tiled floor, doesnât realize theyâre not one of his own because quite honestly he doesnât fucking remember who his cabin mates are. ) (Â âheâs already reaching for the nearby sink, fingers curling around the faucet head, itâs not a large space by any standards. gathers a handful of the running water in the palm of his hand. ) hey, wake upâ (Â âheâs merciless, slaps them across the face with the freezing cold water, wet hands slapping against his cheeks, shaking him conscious by the sides of his face. ) âwake up. grab your camping bag, we have to move.
( ` / he doesnât remember much. he didnât plan to anyways. although, he does remember running into a lot of peopleâsome expected, some totally unexpected. and still some pleasant, while others were not so much so. ) ( ` / somewhere along the way however, the faces began to all blur into one another as the booming of the bass became a pulsing throb, and the thoughtless chatter turned into discordant noise. )
( ` / he obviously had crossed his point of no return and then some, evident by the way his gait became staggered and the stars that swam consistently through his vision. ) ( ` / heâs full on stumbling now, going wherever his legs take him, with whatever inebriated logic they have acquired. ) ( ` / and thatâs all he knows before the dark veil of unconsciousness takes him, wraps him up, and puts his fuzzy mind to rest, ending what he would have ironically called: a night to rememberâthat is, until heâs met with a cold, hard slap of reality. quite literally. )
what the actual fuck? ( ` / he mumbles, still a little groggy, but fully coherent nonetheless. heavy eyelids struggling to open fully, as he takes a look at whoever decided to give him that unwanted wake up call. ) ( ` / not that heâs mad per se, junhaoâs just too damn exhausted to care about anything but sleep at this point. )
( ` / heâs still trying to get a sense of what the hell was going on. why could he barely remember what happened last night, after he had lost harim at the crowded party, and a part of him now knows he should have never accepted that shot from the sketchy kid in the corner of the living room. why he was in the bathroom. why his head hurt so bad, aside from the fact that he had clearly been using the toilet seat as a pillow. but most pressingly, why the heck is this guy frantically talking about moving and camping at whatever god forsaken time it currently was. ) dude, i donât even know who you are or what the hell youâre talking about, but my head hurts like a bitch so iâm not trying to go anywhere right now.
( ` / he brushes past said âdudeâ and trades the cold tiles of the bathroom floor for the first unoccupied bunk bed he sees in the cabin, collapsing into the sheets head first as his eyes begin to shut almost immediately. ) ( ` / he gets the sense that the guy from the bathroom still has his eyes trained on him, however, and junhao finds that even at his worst he still has the decency toâ ) oh, but good luck with whatever camping bag thing youâre doing.
( sms â +82 32-####-#### ) haha what idk what ur talking about
( sms â +82 32-####-#### ) dude u hiding something? :/
( sms â +82 32-####-#### ) jk
( sms â +82 32-####-#### )Â just say u got swole to crayon pop and go
( sms â +82 32-####-#### ) Btw im not hating on miss lovato dude im just saying sober isnt the best song to try to lift toÂ
( sms â +82 32-####-#### ) ur boyâs trying not to find more reasons to cry when lat pulldowns are already a little tear-jerking
( đźsms †harim đ ±ïžro ) sWOLE TO CRAYON POP WTF R U SAYI deleted!
( đźsms †harim đ ±ïžro ) Listen i dont even know who crayo deleted!
( đźsms †harim đ ±ïžro ) bar bar bar is actually a bop k? deleted!
( đźsms †harim đ ±ïžro ) dude literally stfuÂ
( đźsms †harim đ ±ïžro ) if u tell ever anyone im gonna really show u what tear jerking means
( đźsms †harim đ ±ïžro ) miss lovato and lat pulldowns will be the least of your problems
( đźsms †harim đ ±ïžro ) anyways cant u just find workout playlists on spotify or smthn
( đźsms †harim đ ±ïžro ) oh and the alpha dudes want coffee again
( đźsms †harim đ ±ïžro ) u coming with?
everybody knows it happens, even those administrators who casually turn the ever blind eye. with a legacy as reputable as alpha, every year he assumes, with more initiates than those that actually make the final cut, must be a game best summarized as a survival of the fittestâif being forced to engage in probably drunk, mildly embarrassing acts of, more often than not, self humiliation ( all recorded on snapchat, obviously ) somehow ultimately bettered the human race as whole, that is.
( though of course, he was the kid in the back of the classroom, not paying his seventh grade biology teacher nearly enough attention when she decided to enlighten the class on mr. darwin and his theory of evolution. )
junhao receives the text a little past two, after the sun has long since set and the crickets camped right outside his cabin window have been going at their cacophony of a number for hours. heâs been scrolling mindlessly through social media, skipping every youtube video intro, outro, and even some of the unnecessary stuff in the middle, all while in an effort for his eyes to finally grow heavy. it works, but not nearly soon enough. not when the notification flashes green enough to completely color in the restlessness that lay in the depths of his aching limbs. the glaze coating his eyes quickly fades away, only to be replaced with a newfound sense of alertness, and a glint not all can describe as completely innocent.Â
heâs no stranger to this feeling, having experienced it before. once, when they called him over. promised him a fun time. handed him a whole bottle of bitter tequila, the entirety of its contents burning its way down his throat. twice, when they invited him to the beach. told him to chill, relax. pulled up a chair for him. handed him yet another variety of the devilâs beverage of choice; this time in the classic red solo cup, just like the ones in the movies. he had felt it then: pure exhilaration, along with some apprehension mixed in here and there. junhao just couldnât help but get lost in the moment during those times. with the music blaring and the laughter a little too loud, he felt that this was the epitome of being alive; truly presentâor at least, as alive and present as any teenage boy could ever hope to be.
and yes, maybe he did it because he wanted to fit in. because he needed to grasp that sense of belonging tightly within his balled fists. because not fitting in was not an option, not for xu junhao, dazzling ( quite literally ) boy wonder. but also because a part of him has always thirsted for the kinds of outlandish, once-in-a-lifetime moments that not everyone lives to be able to tell.
and sure, he has mastered the art of pushing the events that followed: the intoxicated stumbling through the woods at quarter past three, the waking up to a mouthful or two of sand, the what the fucks, and the never agains, into the very back of his mind. although, itâs only because he has to. because heâs xu junhao and he never takes no for an answer. because deep down, heâs got something to prove; mostly to others, but maybe a small part of it is to himself too. so he grabs the necessities, changes into his swim trunks, and sets out for the four walled confinement that started it all with only one thingâor rather, one person on his mind.
said person was the closest thing he had to a ride or die, having been stuck with each other since their primary school days. though he knows for a fact that neither one would like to admit it. said person was also saved as number one on speed dial, the first heâd rely on in times of trouble because he knows if he were ever beaten black and blue, crimson on asphalt, and all light was slowly flickering from view, said person would always have his back, begrudgingly or not.
said person isââwenyan ge,â he calls, walking into the alpha houseâs notorious threshold, eyes darting around the dimly lit room. he sees him lying comfortably on the worn couch, headphones in and gaze focused on whatever movie was playing on his phone screen. junhao makes himself known by ripping the buds out of wenyanâs ears, well aware that this would likely piss him off, but heâs a little desperate at this pointâan initiateâs status is a very real ticking clock, moving closer and closer to its inevitable end.
âgege, i just got the text,â a pause. âitâs a polar plunge this time.â
if he could have stayed there forever, where the mirror lined walls and gently worn mats made him feel a peculiar, but not unpleasant, kind of way, junhao was pretty sure he wouldnât pass up on that opportunity.
heâs grown accustomed to the whirring of the equipment; the beeping of the treadmills. at seven, they were a source of fresh novelty and boyish wonder. at nineteen, theyâve become the white noise he finds being replayed in his mind as eyes trace the patterns of his ceiling at night, lost somewhere between the worlds of his consciousness.
yes, it has become somewhat routine for him; something he remembers doing almost as soon as his two, stubby toddler legs learned to walk, but in this case junhao finds the mundaneness of such a routine to be a comfort; one of the only constants that exists within the grand fiasco that he calls his unpredictable life.
itâs therapeutic, even, being able to simply let his mind go blank, with only the numbers of reps and sets exponentially increasing consume his thoughts. and so he welcomes this regimen with open armsâperhaps as a way to destress, or maybe more so to have an excuse to stare unyieldingly at his own reflection for an hour or two. either way, junhao finds that the opportunity most certainly does not go unappreciated.
heâs halfway through the usual, (Â lift, inhale, spare the fangirls watching a glance ) switching off every button on the control panel save for the autopilot, when he sees her; so jarringly out of place it halts junhao abruptly in his tracks; causes the train whirring inside his head, going at full speed to come to a screeching halt, dangerously close to crashing and burning all together. and as he watches, he canât help but widen his eyes. left thumb hovering, mid-insta scroll; right arm with enough decency to slowly put the dumbbell down on the rack that it came fromâall because of a certain girlâs seemingly over ambition.
junhaoâs not the worldâs greatest math whiz, that heâs sure of. said girl is putting on what looks to be about nine hundred pounds of pure agony onto her bench press, that, ironically, heâs also pretty sure of.
something about the whole thing; her small frame and the harsh lines of the bulky weightsâthe juxtaposition of the two silhouettes just didnât sit well in the pit of his stomach; in the depths of his mind; in the very center of his self-esteem. so the boy does as he knows best: retreat into the realm of doubts and incredulity because overly perpetuated gender norms are always strictly accurate, right?
âwoah, take it easy there,â he calls out as she adds yet another ten pounds to the mix. then, with an octave of doubt in his voice and a bemused look on his face, ( eyebrows quirked and all ) he closes the distance between them with a few lazy strides; the smugness dripping off the fingers that now rest on his hips can be deemed as too much for some.
he shrugs partly out of condescendence, mostly out of habit, âyou sure you can handle that, princess?â
( sms â +82 32-####-#### ) hey dude what kind of music do u listen to when u work out
( sms â +82 32-####-#### ) bc u always look motivatedÂ
( sms â +82 32-####-#### ) but spotify keeps trying to make me listen to demi lovato and idk man it kinda kills the mood no offense to Miss Lovato sunbaenimÂ
( đźsms †harim đ ±ïžro ) bro is this a plot 2 get me 2 say it cuzÂ
( đźsms †harim đ ±ïžro ) u already kno tho
( đźsms †harim đ ±ïžro ) dude also dont hate on my girl demiÂ
( đźsms †harim đ ±ïžro ) sheâs not THAT bad
wHATâS GUCCI, GANG?? iâm yumi and i have here for you, xu junhao!! heâs blessed w diamond mimicry, a 19 yr old first year, uni rugby player, alpha initiate, business major w concentration in international relations, and certified Hot Messâą. i have his pages linked & a rundown for him under the cut as well if youâre so inclined to check it out!
anyways, iâm super excited to be here and write with yâall so smash that like button if youâd like me to slide into your ims for plotting purposes ofc (((; i also have a twt ( @sichengly ) and a discord ( yumi#1724 ) if that makes life any easier for you.Â
he swears he can spot her from even miles away. with long, blonde hair flying every which way courtesy of the oceanâs very own breeze, sheâs not the most inconspicuous to say the least. despite being not completely over the trauma of having his head in an unideal predicament with a certain white, porcelain bowl, he canât help but follow when his legs immediately start carrying him in her direction, as if acting upon pure instinct.
junhaoâs sure itâs because he likes the challenge. after all, a life of willing smiles and easy conversation eventually becomes lacklustre, especially if it has since become so mundane; so routine that it physically hurts how dull something once so foolishly entertaining has become. maybe thatâs why heâs become an addict, hooked on the thrill of the chase. at least, thatâs what he keeps telling himself when asked why he even bothers to put up with so much heat ( literally ) when he could easily find someone more willing to give him their time of day.
or maybe, he presumes, it could be an egotistical thing. growing up with a silver spoon clenched tightly in his fist, on bad days the only ânoâ heâll get is from someone when prompted with the question,âif the doctor says iâm slightly lactose intolerant, does that mean i should stop eating ice cream?â
so with yejin giving him the constant cold shoulder, junhao canât help but be amused. her flustered antics only add fuel to his fire, and soon he realizes that he canât find a way to put it out. it consumes him in the most juvenile of ways, pushing him to test the limits of her patience further and further, only to be rewarded when she sends a snarky comment his way; for his motivation to be renewed when she shoots a classic glare in his direction.
in all honestly, the boy doesnât quite know why heâs so insistent on her of all people. all he does know is that he canât take no for an answer. perhaps, that will get him into some big trouble one day. for now though, junhao figures heâs in the clear.
âhey, long time no see,â he greets nonchalantly. casually sitting down on the rotting, wooden dock besides her unannounced as if theyâve been the best of friends since birth. as if they didnât have a history of his unrequited attempts at trying to ( in his very own words, unfortunately ) tap that. junhao braces himself for whatever unwelcome retort he anticipates will be thrown his way by leaning back, supporting the majority of his weight on the palms of both his hands; legs swinging carelessly back and forth as they hang precariously off the dock.
then he turns to her. meets the fury of her gaze with his very own. drinks in the sight of her. cocks his head slightly to the side. flashes his signature, lazy half smile.
mild nights at sleep away summer camps are anything but assuming. in stark contrast, theyâre an excuse to give into the spontaneity of adrenaline driven impulses. to finally act and start crossing things off that mandatory, âcrazy things i did one summerâ bucket list. to spend the finite number of your rosy, youthful nights doing exactly what your mother told you never to do, even if youâre half sure you wonât be able to remember it the next morning, just for the sake of being able to say you did so in the future.
so when an invite or two are sent his way about some kind of vague, âget 2gether possibly involving hot chicks and b00ze,â he truly cannot see any reason to say no. albeit, the boy was never known for having the best sense of judgement. about forty minutes of shirt tugging, teeth brushing, and putting an obscenely unnecessary amount of gel in his hair finds him in standing in front of the orange cabinâs brightly colored door.
now, junhao likes to think that if life were a competition, heâs definitely winningâif the number of insta comments and twitter dms from various girls ( and boys, for that matter ) making his phone lag were anything to go by. and when his mood is this sky high from a few simple strokes of his already over inflated ego, he figures itâs time he share some of that so called, unconventional joy.
enter, jung harim. fellow alpha initiate, hyung of 8 days, and what junhao so lovingly calls, âa charity caseâ because for the past almost two months since theyâve known each other, junhao has learned quite a deal about said boy. namely, that heâs got absolutely zero game when it comes to the love department. ( or is it actually more so the hooking up department? ) so in accordance with the 138th rule of the universe, junhao naturally takes it upon himself to help a friend out and play wingman, even if itâs mostly because he needs an excuse to have harim owe him some essay he knows heâll be too lazy to write later anyways.
he knocks, loudly, as if this were a testament to his own sense of selfâand it takes all but a whole three, brief foot taps before his fist is raised, rapping at the door again, frustrated at the silence heâs getting in response. patience, they say is a virtue. itâs just quite unfortunate that junghaoâs never been deemed as a virtuous boy.
âharim, my dude. you in there?â he calls, weight shifting back and forth between his legs now as he takes a quick glance over his shoulder, making sure the coast is clear out of good olâ habit. he pats his pockets, reassured when he feels the square-ish outline of a cool, metal flask, before sighing loudly as his forehead comes to rest on the door. you know, for the added dramatic effect.
âdude, stop ignoring me, we gotta pregame. i know for real youâre in there playing video games or something.â
wHATâS GUCCI, GANG?? iâm yumi and i have here for you, xu junhao!! heâs blessed w diamond mimicry, a 19 yr old first year, uni rugby player, alpha initiate, business major w concentration in international relations, and certified Hot Messâą. i have his pages linked & a rundown for him under the cut as well if youâre so inclined to check it out!
anyways, iâm super excited to be here and write with yâall so smash that like button if youâd like me to slide into your ims for plotting purposes ofc (((; i also have a twt ( @sichengly ) and a discord ( yumi#1724 ) if that makes life any easier for you.Â
soOoOooOOo yeah, pls love me & my boy. over.Â
profile ! mutation ! bio !
itâs hui janho if u prefer cantonese! probably goes by jun a lot. your resident student athlete stereotype.
a big shot celebrity child from hong kong from the start bc his parents are a former gold medal figure skating olympian turned ceo & a model/actress
do i even have to mention that financially he is extremely well off
obviously he had to play the part of the perfect son so learning how to act & also being in the center of the public eye is something that became normalized in his life from a very age but eventually he grew to love the attention, the endorsements, the lifestyle
junhao by nature was a Wild child, the type to mess around and get himself almost killed if his parents turned around for two seconds
story time: 7 yr old junhao for some reason thought itâd be a brilliant idea to try to rollerblade on his slip nâ slide because that acceleration thoâyeah he has a long jagged scar on his left knee from that despite his motherâs expensive anti-scarring creams bc his toddler fingers couldnât help but pick at the scab!!
parents signed him up for all kinds of sports as soon as he could freaking walk to channel some of this reckless energy into something more productive
eventually stuck with rugby & was well on the path to playing professionally with various uni scouts fighting to recruit him until the Incident during 12 grade
naturally a very social boy and made friends left and right ,, but of course his lifestyle led him to come off as snobby to some people
a fellow high school classmate was one of said people and clashed w junhao from the start ,, now junhao isnât known for being a pacifist and he kinda got a kick out of egging this boy on bc letâs be real, heâs your typical, immature teenager
one day the snide remarks escalated into a full on fist fight in which junhaoâs powers manifested for the first time
imagine punching and being punched by a blindingly bright boy whose skin is literally as hard as rock that also happens to be 183 cm tall & 65 kg of mostly muscle ,, yeah it didnât end very well for that boy
it took a boatload of $$$ and lawyers to get the school to keep their mouths shut about what really happened
lots of outlandish rumors spread about what happened that damaged his public image and he lost a lot of his university offers because of this
parents wanted to send him away so he could learn to âfixâ this issue somewhere far away from them so they pulled every string in the book to get him into gumi for rugby although he did have to take a gap year bc of this mess
as far as the general public knows, heâs being shipped all the way to s. korea for uni bc heâs the new youth ambassador for a pro mutant-human coexistence organization & NOT bc heâs an actual mutant himself okay?? parents are also paying $$ to keep it on the dl
he quite likes his mutation? like he gets a fresh start bc of it and passively heâs got a subtle glow now, rock hard abs w/o the maintenance, and flawless skin bc of it so heâs liTERALLY SPARKLING ( u can be sure heâs abusing the Heck outta this ) like whatâs there not to love??
heâs basically been disowned by his parents at this point so like he doesnât give a shit abt their reputation anymore ,, as for his reputation heâs trying to rebuild it from the ground up, joining alpha as an initiate cause heâs trying to be on the winning side of things ( also hE NEEDS THE MONEY ,, like heâs lived a certain lifestyle his whole life ,, he âcanât functionâ without a monthly shopping allowance of at least $3000, okay? ) && cause heâs trying to show that even if heâs a mutant, he can still be great
personality wise, heâs like your stereotypical ( kinda spoiled ) loudass 19 yr jock who rarely takes anything seriously, jokes around too much, laughs at dick jokes, & doesnât know when is not an appropriate time to snicker at vines on twt
kinda a fuckboi ,, not gonna lie ,, thinks heâs the Shit & flirts with literally everyone pls stop him
trouble kind of always follows him around ,, heâs always got stupid ideas that heâll act upon before thinking through the consequences but itâs always minor things like ,, heâs not a murderer or anything pLS
does take his instagram seriously tho and is the type plan his âfeedâ weeks in advanced!! anything for the fans tbh ( and for his own vanity )
lowkey a closeted kpop girl group fanboy!! like he listens to twice and momoland on the daily ,, knows all the dances to all the songs ,, u get the gist but stfu he doesnât like talking about it
all in all, a Hot Messâą trying to live the gucci gang life okay heâs not as bad as he sounds pls love him
