#ju jak

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kim minji 17.11.1997 (22) student (ju jak) half-blood

the batman of the wizarding world is how she sees him; how she speaks of kim jaeho when she tells his stories. she speaks of all the bad guys he’s put behind bars, and of all the justice he has brought into the community. in her eyes, he is as close to a superhero as one can get.

someday, she thinks, she will be like him, too.

kim minji. she’s got the world at her feet. arrogance in its sweetest form; this girl truly believes that there is nothing that can stop her. dreamer, or dedicated? the line between both can be dangerously thin, and perhaps she’s crossed it more than once in the past. but she knows what she’s doing. she knows to work hard for the things that she wants. she knows to be kind, but she knows when to fight, too.

as she so often says: ju jak is the revolution. she will be the revolution. kim minji: superwoman.

someday, she thinks, her grandchildren will tell her stories, too.

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han jinhee 10.10.1994 (25) grad student (ju jak) half-blood

in jeju, the stars in the sky far outnumber the tangerine fields that stretch from one road to the next. she’d tried counting once, lulled to sleep by the sixty-second, umma’s fingers combing through her hair. life is uncomplicated by routine: tending to the garden in the front yard, biking to halmoni’s for a steaming bowl of gomtang, poring over books on the pyeong-sang when the weather cools.

do you miss him?

i dunno.

(how do you miss someone you’ve never met?)

the days pass by, then months, then years. the garden, halmoni’s gomtang, reading assignments from school. nothing changes, and for the first time in her life, she wonders if there’s something she’s missing. if she’s the only one that feels stagnant, stuck in the same old house in the same old town. and then the letter comes.

he was a wizard, jinhee.

and so are you.

umma says she’s destined for greater things in life, far from home and in ways she can’t even begin to imagine. she hands her the letter. presses appa’s photo into her hand, her face getting smaller and smaller as the train chugs on until it vanishes altogether. make us proud, she’d said, and jinny takes the words to heart because that’s the only thing she knows how to do.

would'ya look at that!– what a view.

i’ve seen better.

(it’s not home, but she thinks–hopes– some day it might be.)

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song seunghyun 09.05.1995 (24) fashion designer (ju jak alumni) pure-blood

there’s something about being born free that changes the way one moves, the way they breathe.

the first thing he remembers is the heat. it flares and shimmers, distorted by invisible waves of transparent fires, fluctuating and bathing his skin in a pleasant warmth. it’s just a step away from burning him, but it’s this kind of danger that he’ll gradually learn to love, to chase after, even, for the rest of his life.

the first thing song seunghyun remembers, unironically, is the bright beach of the praia do rosa, the water sparkling aquamarine and clear enough to see all the shells that are lodged deep in the warm, steaming sand, much like how his legs are. he’s around five years old at the time.

the grandiose splendour of foreign waves is not the only first he remembers, and certainly not the last taste of luxury he has. the wealth flaunted by his family is less so meant to be a sign of desperate conformation with society, or the urge to make oneself known as above all others with status and wealth; instead, he’s born inbred with all of these qualities - a sort of elegance that manifests as swagger, unshakeable confidence well encapsulated by half smiles that show a little more, suggest a little more. his first kiss comes not very long after that, the moment when his cheeky grins become charismatic and teasing, his eyes now deep and absorbing behind the bright curiosity they usually sport. his jawline becomes sharper, body stronger, and he becomes somewhere in between a man and a boy - he’s attractive, yet boyish; full of contradictions, but well established. he starts attracting more and more wandering gazes, drawing in more and more curious passersby with his welcoming aura and painfully charming ways.

( actually, his second kiss comes rather soon, and then the third, and then it quickly becomes impossible to keep track of. he’s never been the type to lack a conscience, but perhaps it’s best to describe him as anything but a consequentialist. )

he’s never been the type to keep up false appearances - perhaps that’s why he never comes off as insincere, albeit a bit misleading. not exactly wayward, but not exactly a straight shot, either. with all the connections he’s been gifted by his parents, he’s picked up bits and pieces of personality - he makes his way through yosul known as the loud but sharp minded ju jak kid, the kind but playful charms prodigy and likely fashion trendsetter-to-be that seemed a little too good at being a beater despite never playing quidditch past intermural. it’s not surprising that, with his abundant talents and way with words, he quickly gains the interest of people a little older, more experienced.

her name is choa. hwang choa. she’s probably th most beautiful person he’s ever seen in all hisy ears of meeting and watching other people, and even though she may not have seen him first - even though she’s the first to not have her eyes lingering on him after catching a glance - he knows she’s exactly the kind of girl that’s his type.

song seunghyun is a fifth year when his heart finally decides to give itself to one person. it takes some pining and some struggling, more struggling than he’s ever had to go through before, but the wait is well worth it. by the time he finally, finally gets to say the magic three words, it’s a week before graduation for her and he’s close to the end of his sixth year. for the first time, he’s waited for someone, and for the first time, he feels like he can’t bear to lose her now that he has her.

he falls in love painfully quickly this time around, learning to memorize every feature about her, every little quirk and every little thing that makes her tick; he pays special attention to the things that she likes and the things that make her flustered - their height difference, their age difference, all of the differences that would make it seem so difficult for them to find each other, and yet, pull them closer together now. the change is drastic and jarring - his eyes stop wandering and his words start becoming less honeyed, less suggestive unless it’s for her and her only, as if he had done a complete one-eighty over the course of a few days into their relationship.

it doesn’t scare him until he realizes how in love he really is, how, after the hundredth kiss on her forehead, during one night when she’s playing with his hair as usual and he’s resting comfortably on her as his pillow, that it hits him how much he’s changed. he’s still the same in many ways - playful, childish, even - but at the same time, it feels like he’s learned to sync up with her, to fit himself perfectly alongside her as if she had been with him his whole life.

he can’t imagine living without her until it’s the end.

they say distance makes a couple more fond of each other, but once it’s enough and it happens for too long, they split instead. he doesn’t want to believe this is it - that this is the end when they finally decide to call it quits, even though they don’t fight, even though they just talk it out, trying to untangle the mess of memories that had somehow blended in and contorted themselves while they were apart. although he agrees that they’ve fallen more in love with the thought of each other and fallen out with the reality that faced them every time they met, the feeling still lingers in him, hot and heavy, filling his chest with black tar that used to be liquid emotion, pure affection.

seunghyun doesn’t admit it until weeks later when he’s alone in bed, sleepless for the nth night now that she’s gone. he’s never been able to sleep well unless she was around - it’s funny how insomnia could be cured by something as silly as that. and yet, he’s sinking back into a routine he doesn’t want to be complacent with again, because once he’s gotten a taste of what it’s like to love, he doesn’t want to let go of it.

( but he doesn’t search for it again. not after her. )

even as he slowly becomes accustomed to being single, returning to his former playboy ways and focusing on his true passion, he can’t forget the ghost of her touch.

( she had loved him, but he loves her. and the longer he considers it true, the harder it is to truly heal. )

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won seungwon 02.17.1993 (27) student (ju jak) pure-blood

his family sets up the foundation of what is standard for a won: be smart, classy, and generous. his forefathers are perfect examples, and for a time, seungwon was one as well.

he is given a set of rules and guidelines to follow during his years at yosul. not only is he there to cultivate his young, wizardly powers, but to show off yet another member of the won clan.

the first time he repeats a year, father lets it slide. to his surprise, father understands seungwon’s struggle - from achieving high marks in his classes to varsity quidditch practice - but repeating a year shouldn’t be a regular occurrence. “just think about how much you’re dirtying the won name, won seungwon.” when this happens again, father tells him to take a break to recalibrate his mind.

there was a time when seungwon disappeared. it isn’t due to father or mother’s influence. father and mother had no idea where he ran off to, and seungwon has no desire to tell them - or anyone else for that matter - where and who he was with.

his return home isn’t met with champagne or confetti - it’s met with a slew of harsh words and an emptied bank account. he’s no longer recognized as one of the wons, but simply as a won - no wealth, no prestige; he’s just won seungwon, a nobody ( or a pathetic twenty-seven year old who is still clinging to the legacy he had as a child ). but seungwon’s erasure as a won is a situation that’s kept as a highly guarded secret in the family, because reputation is the most important thing.

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noh taejun 02.18.1996 (24) grad student/ dada ta (ju jak) pure-blood

I. Resolve is imperative as it is an inheritance. That’s the nature of most things one possesses when having a child, isn’t it? To be passed down. Given up. Family heirlooms, anecdotes, and resemblances that aren’t just coincidental.

II. There’s a house with ivy overgrown and an empty porch, and that’s all Taejoon can think of when he leaves for Yosul. The number of times his mind returns there is baffling—as if there’s anything remotely permanent about it—but home is home for what it’s worth, even if its value is in two people who care little for nostalgia and care more for him to move to bigger, greener pastures.  

III. Ju Jak makes a lot more sense now all of a sudden, but anything else after veers off course. If there’s anything to note from these past seven years, it’s that he’s rightfully earned his place, but with some difficult, personal losses.

IV. He remains here, for where else is there for him to go?

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lin yun 06.20.2000 (20) student (ju jak) half-blood

his mother sits at the table across from him and carefully slides the plate in front of him. he sits up from where his head had been resting in his folded arms and with clumsy fingers wipes away the stubborn tears collecting in the corners of his eyes and along his lower lids. the halved pomegranate looks like an open wound; weeping juice and glowing red in the fluorescent kitchen light. yun digs his fingers into the rows of seeds and tears one out. bitter juice fills his mouth as he chews and it quiets his distressed sniffles. as he begins to eat slowly, his mother speaks.

“i thought we agreed that we wouldn’t have any more calls from your teacher this year,” she says. there’s patience and sternness in her voice. his sticky hand drops from his mouth and he frantically wipes the juice that stains it onto his shorts before he replies. compelled to defend himself.

“but mijoo is my best friend, and hoseok kept saying that girls with glasses could never be pretty. and then when mijoo told him to stop he said she’s ugly anyways because her mom’s a maeobsa. she was crying, mommy. and mijoo is pretty, so hoseok is dumb. i just wanted him to leave her alone.”

when you’re nine, all conflicts start with a flash of anger and a lashing of hands. yun had shoved hoseok, because he wanted hoseok away from his best friend. and he wanted to punish him for making mijoo cry with his untrue words. it had been satisfying to see tears well up in hoseok’s own cruel eyes.

“i know, little cloud, but hitting people isn’t going to make them learn a lesson. it’s just going to make them think you’re mean. would you listen to someone who was mean to you?”

yun thinks of his teacher, with her bruising grip on his upper arm and her loud voice as she dragged him to her office. he can’t recall what she had said to him in that moment. slowly, he shakes his head and pushes another seed past his lips. his mother smiles and reaches across the table, brushing her hand through yun’s hair. her bare fingers push through the knots easily.

“don’t worry about the mean people, my love. next time just tell mijoo that what hoseok said wasn’t true, and that she can be pretty with glasses and a maeobsa mother. i think she’ll believe her best friend’s words over a bully.”

“okay mommy,” yun agrees, because his mother is always right.

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won changmin 03.14.1998 (22) student (ju jak) pure-blood

He isn’t the favored child. His sister is. That sweet, little snake knows how to use her tongue, her charms, that saccharine curl of her mouth to coil and seize their parent’s attention. It’s not her fault, really. All of the siblings were overindulged– licking their parents wealth from silver spoons, hand fed so their vanity had a barely satiable appetite. His sister chooses to content herself with vying for their parents attention. Changmin instead turns his head to disregard it.

His colors spill over the lines his father had drawn for a perfect son. Changmin’s personality is too vivid, too self-indulgent, too decadent. His father purchased him a broom for quidditch his first year, and it continues to gather dust while he busies himself in the kitchens. A box filled with systematically arranged Arithmancy tools arrived his second year, but it’s Charms that Changmin elegantly scrawled as his major. These rebellions aren’t out of a childish need to push disobedience. Changmin simply can’t be bothered to be a slave to anyone’s whims but his own. He is alluring but eccentric, peaceful but assertive especially over the needs of those he dotes on. That sweet face misleads, tempts others to underestimate and undermine him but Changmin has a clever, clever mind and while his mouth tastes sweet ( honey, with a lingering aftertaste of wine ) his tongue is capable cutting deep and bleeding out their pride.

First born son, an heir to the Won fortune– these are labels Changmin mishandles with neglect. That makes his future uncertain, but Changmin is perfectly content living in the present, lounging in a spot of sun, mouth perfectly painted and sticky with gloss, not a hair out of place.

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jung heeyeon 02.05.1994 (26) magical med grad student (ju jak) maeobsa born

a series of outgoing voicemails:

“hey, um, i reached yo- i reached the school safely. electronics won’t work properly, here so i called you before. i know you still don’t want to talk to me, and i’m sorry. i just… i love you. tell dad i love him too. sorry.”

“they said i can come home for the summer. can i?”

“my friend invited me over for the winter holidays. i can stay there, instead, if that’s okay?”

“i made the varsity team for quidditch! it’s like soccer, kinda, but we fly instead of run, and there are three goalposts instead. i don’t know, sorry, i just… it’s a chance to go pro, and i wanted to tell you. i know it’s kinda late. sorry.”

“do you wish you’d picked another kid? i’m sorry to you. i’m sorry that you’d picked me.” VOICEMAIL DELETED!

“i’m staying at seul’s for the winter holidays. love you. merry christmas.”

“i received the money. thanks, mom. um, by the way… i received my acceptance letter to the medicine program. sorry, i don’t know why- yeah. thanks.”

“i saw someone die today. i wanna come home, mom.” VOICEMAIL DELETED!