Accepted — Park Gunhee
♥ Park Gunhee looks like Choi Seungcheol (Seventeen) ♥ He was August 8th, 1996; making him 24 years old ♥ This Half Fae/Half Human is Bisexual and a Jack of Hearts ♥ Heir to Park Cartel
Biography
“someday, my little prince, you will have the world.”
he could remember his mother’s hand in his hair, stroking through dark strands with slim, dainty fingers as he focused on his drawing. it was an anchor, it promised so much. she promised so much. his head is filled with memories of how she would often tell him that he is better than his children in his family’s high ranking social circles, and how he believed her. he believed everything she would tell him about how destiny had so much in store for him, and how he would have to would have to work hard if he wants the things she promised he would have. he wanted her approval, he wanted to be good and he wanted the world to understand that park gunhee was destined for greatness.
he wanted everything, and the voices in his head encouraged him.
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“princes don’t cry.”
his mother had told him that when he came home from school with tears in his eyes and scrapes on his knees. it was a valuable lessen, taught to a boy so small and weak, encouraging him to become strong. gunhee clung to those words, tears becoming a sign of weakness in his eyes.
“you’re better than them, gunhee.”
better than the kids that had pushed him down, made him cry. his mother taught him that, and she was always right, wasn’t she?
everytime his eyes burned with unshed tears, his chest burned with anger and shame, until he learned to hold back every tear. he grew stronger—became better—than everyone else around him. the desire to be better made him destructive in his need to please his parents. and pleased they were, of the son that continuously made top rankings throughout school and was quickly becoming worthy of being a king’s heir to his father’s kingdom. but they cared little for the boy that pushed everyone away, looked down on his classmates, sent other children home with bruises, and burns from uncontrolled lightning.
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he’d been happy when his father officially took him on as his heir, just a ten of hearts at the time. it was different from the other families in the hearts faction, as his father was a king. gunhee was told the story of how his parents met, how his dad fell in love at first sight with a sex worker, but was still trying to keep his finances protected when he took his mother as his wife. in case things fell through. humans could be fickle creatures, his father had said.
as a half human himself, this comment about humans made gunhee more determined to gain his father’s validation. being born a blue moon, he was more in tune with his fae genes, but he still had to nurture his human genes as well. his mother and father worked together in order to raise him to deal with the struggles each species could have, and gunhee was often sick as a child with his two halves at war with each other. his mother nurtured him as a young child in the only ways she knew, while his father taught him the ways of fae. he was still young, especially as a fae, but stronger in more ways than one. his sickness is not as frequent, his lightning not as wild (yet not refined enough for pinpoint accuracy either).
gunhee hadn’t known exactly what his father’s business dealt with until he officially became his heir. he’d been explained that the family business produces a drug called glory, designed for clubs as a pain suppressant in the form of injections or pills to provide an edge in the fights. overdoses produced manic highs, intended to become addictive to prey on the citizens of the faction.
careless and young, he wondered aloud what the drug was like, if his human-fae body could handle it. his father had been all too pleased to give him a demonstration, calling it a test. gunhee hadn’t expected the test to be performed on himself, held down while someone pushed a needle into his arm and let go before he could put up a fight. anger was quick to come forward, bewildered and loudly cursing about the situation while his father merely waited for the effects to kick in.
he’d struck gunhee hard across the cheek with the back of his hand, and gunhee felt nothing.
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“we’re proud of you, gunhee.”
the words ring in his ears. he has wanted to hear them for so long, but who were his parents proud of? as time went on, gunhee began to realize the voices living in his head were never his own, but his parents’. but where was he? where was his own voice?
they were proud of the son they created. but how could they be proud of the person he is, when he doesn’t even know who he is? frustration and anger tear him apart, because what has he done for himself his entire life? everything he’s accomplished has been for his parents. for his father’s company, all to become an heir to his world and gain his parents’ validation.
he fears it is too late to change, too late to be anything else.
too late to save himself.
Then there was Samhain ‘20
the events of samhain were prior to gunhee’s new personal issues; he’d been having lunch, positively bored with the idle chit-chat that was going on. he’d been sitting next to his mother his mother, and his father who was sitting at the head of the table. the seat at his father’s opposite side (a seat that was rightfully gunhee’s) had been taken by a stuffy, large business partner that was trying to whittle more money out of his father.
more money, in return for diminishing returns. gunhee knew this partner well, he’d been the one to advise his father to forgo a trade deal with them. the soon-to-be heir was tasked with doing the research on them before any deals were officially written and signed. gunhee had been thorough, pointing out flaws and holes in their production line, but his father did not listen. the cunning new partner had made a comment to his father about his father being much more wise than his son when they’d signed the agreements. gunhee saw red, but held his temper.
even so, gunhee had been waiting for this moment. once humiliated in front of the man, the heir knew that this deal would eventually fall through. previous partner’s detailed poor management and loss in revenue when dealing with them. finally, his father had seen the same activity and was ready to cut this loose end.
gunhee smirked from across the table at the large man’s desperate attempts to plea for forgiveness after having felt deserving of receiving more money from gunhee’s family. his satisfaction grew as his father recited gunhee’s original analysis and conclusion word for word, the partner’s face drawing in horror as they realize what was about to come.
the partner, having violated their contract with his father’s business, was to pay up the losses and would be removed from their position within his father’s council, effective immediately.
once money had been transferred later that night, gunhee offered his sympathy and wished the man luck, despite the self-satisfied smirk on his face. the heir had been in the middle of shaking the man’s hand when gunhee saw a new tattoo appear on his own wrist, a faint tingling accompanying it. he stared, perplexed, as he watched a bar filling up until his rank of ten of hearts changed to a jack of hearts.
his smirk only grew as he understood what had just happened. thanking whatever gods out there that gave him this gift, his firm, polite handshake went to gripping the man’s hand tightly and twisting to see his new set of tattoos as well. gunhee watched with awe and fascination as the man’s own new progress bar went down very quickly until he dropped two ranks from the fall through of this partnership.
any other time, gunhee would not have cared for the new tattoos. seeing his progression towards the next rank would not change his daily life. he was confident enough to know he’d rise eventually. but that day…
oh, how luck favored gunhee that day.
Personality
gunhee struggles with himself as a person, a lot of anger held within him. he struggles to find his own voice inside a head filled with the voices of his parents’. growing up under his parents‘ watchful gaze made him closed off and independent. their singular voices, filled with suggestion and what was perceived as truth to that of a young child’s mind, made him rash and arrogant. he was raised to be able to handle his own problems on his own, without asking for help. that asking for help would invite others to look down on him, think of him as weak. it only continues to push him away from social situations, leaving him a fish out of water with his very new revelations about his identity (or lack thereof).
the idea of change and finding himself is a daunting task to one who once viewed himself as a prince, untouchable by those around him.
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