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eating cheap ramen with joohyuk* you meant.
i was gonna say “who are you” but then i remembered.. aren’t u that guy who woodn’t chuck wood like a wood chuck wood chuck wood. ramen invitation declined
SCHEDULE: english, korean b2, science c1, math b1, weight training, nutrition
EXTRACURRICULARS: boys soccer team, boys basketball team
DONGNAM SCHOOL NEWSPAPER, 05.09.17: New student Choi Joohyuk has officially joined the second year class! Joohyuk is seventeen years old and has been reported to be hardworking, reliable, and friendly but also clumsy, forgetful, and air-headed. His personality will take him far as a member of the Soccer and Basketball teams. Let’s welcome Joohyuk to the school and wish him a good year!
OOC!
Name and pronouns: Amy / She/Her
Other muses: None.
Time zone: EST
Additional notes: None.
IC!
Muse name: Choi Joohyuk
Birthday (or age): May 4, 2000, 17
Faceclaim: Choi Jonghyun ( Changjo )
School: Dongnam Secondary School
Grade: Second Year
Desired clubs: Soccer team / basketball team
Positive traits: Hard-working, Reliable, Friendly
Negative traits: Clumsy, Forgetful, Air-headed
Proficiency: English, Korean B2, Science C1 and Math B1. His mother pushes for him to take challenging science courses but he’s awful at science and he’s much better at math. He thinks he’ll do well in English since he lived in America but he’d do better in all his courses if he paid attention.
BIOGRAPHY!
Joohyuk was born into a family that had created a ghost. One that ran up and down the halls and shoved his head into pillows. One that broke walls and bottles on everything like it didn’t break skin. One that yelled so hard it would bust his eardrums, would stomp and shatter the whole house with it’s temper. One that was always doing big things. Weird things. Ghost things. Until it wasn’t.
The ghost’s name was Choi Jooheon and he is Joohyuk’s older brother.
Before Joohyuk’s brother became a ghost he was always out practicing, partying, fitting into a mold and breaking it at the same time. A football star at an early age but the kind of football their mother couldn’t quite understand. The kind of football introduced when their father would take them away to the states on business. While Joohyuk was young he would hear of his brother, a prodigy out of high school, a beacon over in college, a scholarship star - whatever any of that meant.
One day Jooheon was all that, the powerhouse, the prodigy and one day he wasn’t, he was the one they didn’t talk about, the silence at the dinner table.
[ University of Washington football star Choi Jooheon expelled from university for **** *****. ]
Joohyuk was eleven.
From then on his brother didn’t exist and he was in the spotlight. From then on he was made to be the cure for it all. And as a cure he was expected to lack the flaws but keep the goals. His mother, who was all about measurements and precision since she was born, aimed for this son to be her retribution. His father, all about beating a life that beat him, aimed for this son to be his recreation. And for all they hoped and dreamed they didn’t dream of Joohyuk having anything else in mind.
As a kid he knew sports. It’s what he used when he was pushed around too much, whether it was by life, by his family’s expectations or by his brother himself. He’d go outside when his brother was after him and he’d stay outside. Kick up dust and breathe the clearest air in the calmest night. He’d be outside when his father called his name and blood in his ears and the rush of his heart would block it out. He’’d do his homework so his mother would allow him outside and no matter how much she said he wasn’t working hard enough sweat and aching bones told him otherwise. Sports kept him far away from everything and sure about one thing.
He could kick and kick and kick and as long as he moved nothing could catch him and nothing could stop him. Nothing else really made sense, not the formulas shoved in his head or the ache shoved onto his skin. On the court or on the field he could be and he could live and that’s all he wanted. Not expectations so much his lungs filled. Not to be his brother’s second coming. Not fists against his skin and screaming in his ears. The only pain Joohyuk knew when he played was satisfaction.
His mother would tell him she should’ve adjusted him earlier and maybe he would’ve been the perfect fit, the perfect replacement. His father would tell him he just needed to experience, to learn. If Joohyuk wasn’t home he was traveling wherever his father was stationed, moving around back in the states in the shadow of his brother. It’s an injury his father gets that brings them back home to Seoul. Joohyuk is sixteen and the only thing he can really hold onto in his life and trust is himself.
And when Dongnam offers to be his savior the only possible answer is yes.
