βYou know, even if you donβt get your bills in the mail, that doesnβt mean youβre automatically free from them,β Carter replied as he held the wad of mail out for Chae to take regardless. Although, he couldnβt exactly blame Chaemin either. He wouldnβt mind if his own bills mysteriously disappeared overnight and he didnβt have to sit down and ensure that they were paid. βNot sure how far Christmas money will take you for paying bills, but you might be able to have a decent night out,β Carter considered with a shrug. ββIs that why you asked me if I had any plans? Itching to already spend your Christmas checks?β
βmaybe but iβd have a day or two to actually sit down and do them. billβs are exhausting!β leaning against the door, chaemin tipped his head in thought. maybe automatic bill paying would be easier, less of a hassle. laughing and shaking his head, chaemin nodded.Β βyou caught me. i havenβt had a good night out in so long, why pay bills when you can dance the night away?β said with a laugh behind it more than any seriousness.Β
βis that your way of saying that you want to crawl into bed with me tonight, chae? thatβs slick, babe, very, very smooth of you. youβre not my type, butΒ i can totally respect a power bottom move like that,β ezra shot the younger male a suggestive wink as he circled around the sofa.Β βgood news for you, i can be persuaded, though. those pouty lips are a nice start, but iβll need a little more convincing before i give you access to my play room.βΒ
βwhat no!β chaemin was flustered. his cheeks now held a pink hue and his bottom lip jutted out further.Β βsee now i need to change your mind, make me your type. even for the night.β sure, this hadnβt been his goal when he sat down on the couch not to long ago, but now? definitely his goal.Β βbut wouldnβt i look so pretty in your play room hm?β turning to face ezra with his entire body, his sweaterΒ βaccidentallyβ slipping further down his shoulder.Β βand iβd be so,β pausing to run his tongue along his lip, eyes as innocent as he could make them,Β βso good.β
Β Β Β Β Β Β a large smile pressed against her lips as she saw chaemin.Β Β β minie! hello! oh, my gosh. your outfit is so cute you look super cozy. βΒ Β she cheered, giving him a tight embrace and kiss on his cheek.Β Β β you? i think iβve heard of that, and of course you can stay with me! βΒ Β suddenly she let out a gasp,Β Β β can we have a sleepover? that would be so fun! we can watch a bunch of pixar and disney movies to pass the time. also, i just got some frrrozen haute chocolate ordered to my room, we can try it together! apparently thereβs goal mixed into the drink. how cool is that? βΒ Β
chaemin all but melted into her arms, giggling slightly as she pressed her lips to his cheek.Β β iβm practically in my pyjamas ingrid! but thank you. β linking their arms, chaemin st arted walking towards the elevator, gasping at her suggestion.Β βoh my god yes please! we havenβt had a sleepover in so so long. β pressing the call button, the blond rested his head on ingrids shoulder, humming quietly.Β βand order some really good food, but of course the main event would be the chocolate.β
sitting on the couch found in the bulidings lobby, chaemin had his legs pulled up to his chest, cheek resting against his knees. he was humming quietly to himself, waiting for someone to come into the lobby. the blond knew almost everyone in the building and was just waiting. why? well- looking up as he heard the door open, he stood up and hurried over with a small smile on his face.Β βhi.β sweater paws pulled up over his hands and collar pulled down exposing his collarbone, the short male rocked back and forth before continuing.Β βi um..binged watched You and now iβm overly paranoid. mind if i stayed with you for a little?β tone edging towards whiny, he pouted at the other.
chaemin was on his way back from the closest 7-11, craving crisps and something snacky. chewing on the straw of his drink as he made his way back into the apartment complex, heading straight for the elevator with his white bag of snacks. hearing a repetitive clinking as he got closer, he noticed the other in the elevator, bags upon bags on her arms. looking up as she spoke to him, he gave a shy smile and pulled the straw out of his mouth, pointing to the buttons as cleo was closer to it.Β βfloor seven please.β shuffling his feet lightly, recognising her tone as fake, too high pitched, too excited. nervously bringing the straw back between his teeth, chaemin motioned to the bags.Β βplanning something big?β spoken around the straw, a little mumbled. sure it wasnβt any of his business, but attempting some form of small talk would be better than standing in silence until they hit the sixth floor.
Carter didnβt particularly enjoy bothering other people in the apartment complex, not unless he needed something or wanted someone to turn the music down or he was apologizing in advance for not turning his own music down. But todayβs visit wasnβt about music: it was about mail. Heβd opened his own mailbox that afternoon to, unfortunately, discover that many of the holiday letters, bills, credit card scams, and local advertisements, werenβt actually addressed to him. So Carter knocked on the door outside of the apartment which the mail wasΒ addressed to.
βHey, I think the mailman got the wrong apartment,β He called with the stack in his hands.Β βAnd I donβt really want your water bill, though I assume this oneΒ is a holiday card from your - mom? Sister? Grandma? That one might be nice to keep.β
Having checked his mail box earlier, expecting to find his bills and finding nothing, Chaemin was back in his room thinking it was a christmas miracle. heβd fallen asleep one too many nights with his lights on, indulged in too many baths and just knew the bills would be more expensive than the average month. so them suddenly missing ? best gift heβd gotten all year. getting ready to settle down for the rest of the evening, lights dimmed, television playing the opening of the latest tv show to be released, Chaemin pouted as he heard a knock on his door. pausing the show as he got up, the blond flicked on his lights as he made his way towards the door.
Seeing Carter, Chaemin broke out in a smile, seeing the mail in his hands, it faltered.Β βNoo, i thought i was safe from bills this month.β he whined, taking them from Carter. leaving the other, he tipped his head sideways as he thought about it. mother ? dead. sister ? non-existent. grandma ? maybe. taking it, he chuckled lightly.Β βletβs hope whoever sent in, put a little something something in it right?β turning to put the mail on the dresser just inside his door, he turned back to the other.Β βany plans for the rest of the day or?β
β° β‘ β§ Λ Β ( min yoongi , twenty-three , cismale & he / him ) is that CHAEMIN KANG from apartment number SIX on the SEVENTH FLOOR ? i heard heβs a BOOKSTORE WORKER , and rumor has it heβs known to be DETERMINED & REASONABLE , but then again , Β he can also be SHY & RECKLESS . considering everything going on , itβs no wonder heβs hiding the fact that ( REDACTED ) .
hi lovies, im leigh, 22, gmt, and this is my baby chae ! iβm terrible at plotting, but if you slide into my msgs or like this iβll try my best aaaaa but here we have a little condenced version of info on this guy !!
TRIGGER WARNING: domestic abuse, violence, murder/death mention, drug mention, death by overdose.
PART 1: THE BASICS
full name: chaemin kang.
nicknames: chae, minie, baby face.
date of birth: september 21st, 1996.
age: twenty-three.
nationality: south korean.
spoken languages: korean, english.
gender: cisgender male.
pronouns: he/him.
orientation: bisexual.
hometown: daegu, south korea.
PART 2: GROWING UP
born in daegu to an up and coming lawyer and business woman, his family relocated to america when chaemin was eight.
when they first moved, they lived in new york, both his parents becoming well known in their respected areas. and with this fame came money.
they hadnβt been poor before, but the kangs now had a life of luxery and didnβt have to worry about the small things - there was always food to be eaten, bills were paid on time and christmas was full of gifts. everything was perfect.
until chaemin turned eleven and things started to change. his father was home less but drinking more,and his mother kept giving theΒ βhe had a hard caseβ excuse.Β
his father first hit his mother the day before chae turned twelve, hitting chae for the first time only days later.
this went on for years, his mother trying to give the illusion of a perfect family, and his father over-drinking and hitting them. multiple hospital visits with more excuses, because who would believe a well respected lawyer, one who had helped several domestic abuse victims, was hitting his family?
one night, just shy of his seventeenth birthday, almost five years since it began, chaemin couldnβt take it any more. his motherβs face had a gash along her cheek bone, caused by the broken bottle in his fathers hands and his father was approching chaemin.
it had all happened so fast, but the next thing chae remembers was his fathers shocked face, and seeing the bottle imbedded in his chest, before he dropped the the floor.
chaemin was never arrested, their security footage showed it all, it had been in self defence.Β
after his fathers death, his mother turned to drugs, eventually having an overdose and passing before chae even reached twenty. not being able to stand living in the city any more, he moved as far away as he could, all the way to san francisco.
his parents money had all went to him, so he had no problem moving into the apartment complex or keeping up with his bills.
in new york, he had been studying legal theory at nyu, dropping out of his final year when he moved and now studying music at SF state university along with working at a bookstore downtown.
PART 3: SELF IMAGE
babie.
comes across a little shy and reserved at first.
super into skin ship and cuddling with his friends.
can get very focused on one task, usually needs someone to pull him out of his tunnel vision
has a slight stutter
tends to be whiny when heβs tired
even though heβs babie, heβs still reckless at times, getting most of his piercings and tattoos on a whim just bc he could
only ever does drugs on the rare occasion
doesnt speak about either of his parents
PART 4: RELATIONSHIPS W/OTHERS
bad influence: listen hes babie but always up for a good time, so count him in
good influence: possibly someone else whoβs in college, makes sure he does his course work but also makes sure he doesnt get too sucked into it
someone who knows his secret: this would be discussed in depth together.
someone that knows him from new york: they would only know the chaemin that killed his father and then lost his mother, chae now is far from that person
