( cha eunwoo, cismale, he/him) who is that ? oh, it’s just SIWON CHOI. the TWENTY-ONE year old has been in beauhart for HIS WHOLE LIFE and is currently a STUDENT/BARTENDER. i’ve heard they can be adventurous and charming, but also impulsive and mysterious. maybe that’s why their anthem is FEAR by SEVENTEEN and designer coats, unexpected storms, when he laughs, you’d swear you were on the verge of a happy ending makes me think of them.
Hi, guys! This is really late, I'm sorry! But I'm excited to be here and get to know all your amazing muses/start plotting with them! ❤️
— Currently on his second year at the University of Beauhart, he’s majoring in Cinematography and Video Production and wants to be a movie director one day.
— Personality wise he’s adventurous, charming, energetic and loyal but can also be impulsive, moody mysterious and competitive. The type of friend that'd always pick up your call and sends texts at the most random times becauses he doesn't have a healthy sleeping schedule. Romantic relationships may be a little rocky, as he's often attracted to people who challenge him.
— A year ago, while Siwon was living the broke college student life, a stranger approached him on the street. They offered him a job, not giving many details but promising he wouldn’t have to do much and would still be paid really well. Siwon knew better than to trust a stranger, especially one that looked quite shady, but then the guy told him that the reason he found him in the first place was because one of Siwon’s closest friends was already working for him.
— The whole story seemed crazy and of course, Siwon didn't believe any of it but later that day he got a call from said friend, confirming it and trying to convince Siwon to take the job. Thinking there was no way this could be anything but a prank, Siwon decided to went along with it. He thought his friend had hired the guy to try to scare him and they’d probably just show up and make fun of him later. Spoiler alert: That wasn't exactly what happened.
— As he got to the meeting place agreed upon, a nightclub in the outskirts of town, Siwon found out that his friend had borrowed money from the shady guy - that was the coordinator of a gang - and now he was working as a drug dealer to pay his debt. The job he was offered was as a lookout, and even if accpeting it was going against his moral code, Siwon wanted to help his friend pay his debt faster. Those people were clearly dangerous, he didn't like to think of what could happen to his friend if he didn't pay the debt in time. So, Siwon took the job. And although he tried to just focus on it and keep a distance from the other gang members, Siwon did end up talking to them and making a few friendships even.
— The shady guy wasn't lying when he said they paid well, with their combined efforts, only took about six months for Siwon's friend to be able to pay his debt. Right after that was done, Siwon left. Not wanting to get involved if it wasn't strictly necessary anymore. His friend, however was blinded by the power and liked the protection the gang provided him, so he ended up staying. Siwon still talks to him and a few other members from the gang from time to time.
— Why would they simply let him walk away? They knew he wouldn't go to the police, they had evidence to link him to the gang and the knowledge that Siwon wouldn't risk his friend's life like that.
— Back to the present time, Siwon was able to save some of the money he made but he still needed a reliable source of income so he foud a job as a bartender at the bar After Hours.
Wanted Connections:
— Ex he broke up with while working for a gang because Siwon didn’t want to put this person’s safety at risk
— Someone that’s a regular at the bar and flirts with him whenever they come around
— Best Friend: one of the few people that'd know about his 'criminal past'.
— College friends
— Friends with benefits
— Bar costumer's he doesn't get along with but still has to be nice to while on the job
hi ! my name is link ! i go by he / they pronouns , am 21+ & live in the cst timezone ! i’m an obnoxious aries & this is my idiot , max , who also happens to be an obnoxious aries because i believe in writing what i know JHGKFDLHLF . i’m really excited to be here , because plotless slice of life rps are my thing & i’m excited to get to know all of you & write with you !!! under the cut you’ll find misc. info & some wanted connections , but here are links to his stats page & his pinterest board , which hopefully will give you some extra insight . feel free to like this if you’d like to plot .but if you wanna plot on d*scord ( which is easier for me ) you can add me @ demogorgon ramsay#0039 !
( johnny seo, cismale, he/him ) who is that ? oh, it’s just MAXWELL “MAX” BAE the TWENTY-FOUR year old has been in beauhart for HIS WHOLE LIFE and is currently a BARTENDER. i’ve heard they can be CONFIDENT and HONEST, but also IMPATIENT and BRASH. maybe that’s why their anthem is SANCTUARY by JOJI and CAFFEINE JITTERS, DIRTY CONVERSE PAIRED WITH ALIEN SOCKS, PHONE NUMBERS WRITTEN ON NAPKINS makes me think of them.
misc. info : ( cw : mentions of death & drug use )
his mother died giving birth to him. though he doesn’t remember her ( obviously ) he still holds a bit of guilt & think it’s his fault that she died. but his dad is always quick to snuff that line of thought & holds absolutely no ill will towards max about it
all he’s ever heard is good things about her so he loves her or the idea of her really. he likes to imagine himself in the stories people tell him about her & it’s a comfort to him. it makes him feel like he kind of grew up with her even though he never got to meet her
his dad is a sweet person. full of laughs & kindness. also bad jokes ( this is where max gets his own humor from ). he’s the kind of dad that people wish for. he’s always been supportive of max no matter what & he listens to him whenever he needs it
when they were little they played catch & watched yu-gi-oh together. max still has all his yu-gi-oh cards stuffed in his closet somewhere. now they’re more likely to sit on his dad’s front porch & drink together while listening to music
his dad has never dated or remarried after his wife died because that was his soulmate & he doesn’t want to settle for anyone else & his dad has always told max to find that one person for him
max was miserable in school. he wasn’t good at it & none of it made any sense to him. so he struggled in graduating high school. & he tried college but he couldn’t stand it so he dropped out thankfully with no negative feedback from his dad
he’s kind of anxious & fidgety so it’s hard for him to pay attention ( anxiety & adhd nation make some noise !!! ) but if he gets focused on a project he’ll ignore his need to eat or anything else to work on it
he picked up making drinks from his dad at a young age ( imagine a twelve year old making cocktails that’s basically how it was ) & is really good at it so naturally he became a bartender. it’s not his dream job per se but he enjoys it a lot & makes good tips from it so he has no complaints about it
basically he’s pretty happy-go-lucky but he’s also an idiot & annoying about it. he can seem friendly enough at first but once you get close to him he’ll turn up that aries personality & get on your nerves ( but he’s also like a leech & will stick to you )
he’s really into aliens. he even has a ufo tattoo ! he will fight with anyone who doesn’t believe in them ( or cryptids or the supernatural in general ). the x-files is his favorite show & he wishes to be fox mulder every day of his life. he’s also a diehard boogara
he’s a big conspiracy theorist. he believes in lizard people, the illuminati & that queen elizabeth is a cannibal & that’s how she’s stayed alive for so long. he’s very paranoid about stuff. he’s one of those people who read the terms & conditions on everything so that he doesn’t agree to some company stealing his dna & selling it on the dark web. he also refuses to pick up the phone because he thinks the government is listening in on them ( he only makes calls when he’s high & out of it )
& he loves true crime. he’s always listening to true crime podcasts & watching true crime docs
he loves energy drinks & coffee. he drinks them so much that he’s shaking about 75% of the day but he never listens when people tell him he’s gonna get a heart attack
he’s messy. his apartment is messy. his hair is messy. his entire energy is just messy. but he thinks his personality makes up for it
he can kinda cook but honestly he’s lazy & just prefers to order in food 95% of the time. also he has a bad habit of forgetting stuff like he’ll turn the oven on then get distracted then wonder what the weird smell in his place is
for the most part he’s nice but he does participate in “friendly” dragging. if you’re friends he will clown you & sometimes he can hurt someone’s feelings even when he doesn’t mean to ( more than likely he will not apologize for it he’ll just ignore it til the other person gets over it hopefully )
always losing his headphones. he settles for those crappy $5 earbuds that you find at dollar stores so he won’t feel bad for losing them anymore. honestly he loses everything. who knows how many sets of keys he’s gone through
he’s super clumsy. always tripping, always running into stuff. he’s broken a million glasses at the bar
he’s pretty flirty, pretty charming. he uses it to his advantage at the bar, draws in customers in order to get tips & phone numbers
he’s a soft thot. he’s easy to sleep with but he’s kind & caring about all his partners
he’s a really good boyfriend & he falls in love easily, but he’s forgetful & accidentally negligent sometimes. like he’ll go days without responding to texts or checking up on people. he doesn’t mean to he just does
he loves pins, patches & colorful socks. everything he wears is covered in them. most of the things he wears aren’t even related to his interests because people just give them random things & he wears them anyway
he can never open jars his beefy arms are useless
a fan of punny humor. he’s the king of dad jokes
he’s that person who puts his legs up on the dash of the car or hangs them out the window
wishes he knew how to skateboard but doesn’t even know how to ride a bike
takes in random cats & dogs he finds on the street. sometimes he tries to find their owners & sometimes he doesn’t but it’s fine
he’s addicted to those edited audios that are like “( song ) but you’re listening to it in the bathroom at a party & you’re crying because you’re alone” & he’s obsessed with joji so of course those are his favorite
he’s one of those pansexuals who call themselves gay constantly
uses uwu in texts to be ironic & annoying. most of his words have w replacing certain letters to sound like a smol
he gets stoned at like three am & tries to call people & ask them stupid high people questions like “if two vegans fight is it still called beef”
he’s also never left beauheart or gone too far away. just a few cities at most. he has a bit of a stoner paranoia about it. like if he leaves the state something bad will happen to him or his dad or loved ones
he’s terrified of horror movies. especially ones with clowns. he refuses to watch them because he’s convinced that he’ll accidentally summon a demon or a ghost through osmosis or something JHGDLFKGHD
wanted connections :
rooommates ( one or two )
exes ( any gender. it can be messy or friendly. i’m willing to have max be the issue though with him it’ll always be baby issues since he’s nice & a tryhard JGHKFDHFKGFD )
hookups / fwbs ( any gender. singular experiences or regular type things )
childhood plots for those who’ve lived in beauheart ( childhood friends, first kisses / crushes, all that good stuff )
high school sweethearts
flirtationships that don’t go anywhere
one-sided crushes ( don’t mind who has the feelings ! )
mutual pining but they’re both idiots & have no idea
party buddies. conspiracy theory buddies. true crime buddies. any of these can be combined
tinder date ( it can go well or not )
frequent customers ( better yet, frequent customers that he flirts with. give me the cliche phone number on napkins plot)
maybe you don’t tip him for whatever reason & he’s had a bad day & he’s like “bro wtf”
teach him how to ride a bike KJFDHSLGJF
maybe you try to get him to leave beauheart & you have to deal with his crybaby ramblings about how something bad will happen
beef with him over the existence of supernatural things
be the person he calls at three am after eating too many edibles & deal with his stoned questions
try to make him watch a horror movie
for someone newer to town: be that person who makes a “your mom” joke & have to deal with that awkward “my mom’s dead” conversation
maybe he “accidentally” stole your cat or dog & you try to get it back but he doesn’t believe that it’s yours even though you clearly have proof
maybe you’re the person who always ends up finding the stuff he loses & you’re stuck in this constant act of returning & you’re tired of it
literally anything you can think of i’m probably down for it
meet sadie chae, your resident helplessly hopeless romantic !
whaddup i’m ellie and that’s basically it! i’m so excited to be here and meet u all!! i’m a slut for plots, so if u wanna plot then :) a gal is here and ready <3 but also if u just wanna b friends then :) a gal is also here n ready pls <3
( kim seolhyun, cis female, she/her/hers ) who is that ? oh, it’s just SADIE CHAE. the TWENTY TWO year old has been in beauhart for EIGHT YEARS and is currently UNDECIDED. i’ve heard they can be SINCERE and DEVOTED, but also PASSIVE and IDEALISTIC. maybe that’s why their anthem is WORST OF YOU by MAISIE PETERS and THE SMILE INBETWEEN KISSES, CLICHE FAIRYTALES, THE SMELL OF ROSES makes me think of them. — ellie, 20, pst, she/her/hers
BASICS
basically! sadie is a helpless hopeless romantic, a walking doormat, and that’s literally the best two ways to describe her because that’s sadie chae
disney stories, sappy novels, and romance cliches are everything to sadie. she believes in love in every way possible.
falls in love too quick, catches feelings too fast, and falls too hard
when she loves, she loves with everything in her (romantically, platonically, familial, and everything except for herself basically aha)
she lacks self love and kinda looks for love from someone else and for someone else to fill that for her.
family life was kinda average. she wasn’t neglected as a child, but she also wasn’t drowning in love. she lived in a typical asian household where “i love yous” were never said and instead were shown thru actions
that’s okay but unfortunately sadie’s love language is words of affirmation and while she knew her parents loved her, she was never really convinced growing up
she was born in houston but moved to beauhart (bc of her dad’s job relocation) when she was 14 which was around her first year of high school
went to university and she’s doing something right now but me (the mun) is still deciding what sadie is doing bc i’m still? up in the air about her occupation like i have an idea or two for her but im not sure which one i want for her yet
PERSONALITY
she’s sincere, devoted, and completely genuine
she’ll never fake how she’s feeling and she’s not afraid to show how she’s feeling either. like if she’s in love with u ur gonna know it. she doesnt shy away from her emotions and she’ll let it b known
but also she’s only vocal when it comes to positive emotions ig. if she doesnt like u then she’ll avoid u or simply not know how to act around u. if u hurt her then she’ll be passive about it and kinda just let it happen.
when i say she’s a doormat she’s an actual doormat she’ll let people hurt and walk all over her and allow it to happen in silence and be completely passive about it.
very idealistic and while it was cute when she was a child, having ur head in the clouds isn’t gonna help u in life and sadie sadly doenst kno this nor does she realize it
wants and craves love from anything and everything that’ll give it to her.
probs victimizes herself or like. if she’s hurt she wont come to u about it and highkey feels like u should just know y she’s hurting. she needs attention just as much as she needs love
ETC
the most important thing to know about sadie is that she craves love like it’s her entire worth
like to put it into perspective an ex went down on one knee once bc he dropped his wallet and she freaked the fuck out thinking he was proposing and repeatedly said “yes, yes, yes!” like a dumbass.
like she’ll believe anyone nice to her might b “the one” and will fall for anyone. like literally anyone. unless they’re homies n strictly platonics then sadies chilling but other than that? she’ll fall in love x
u say u fall in love 10 times a day but sadie actually falls in love 10 times a day
throws around love like its nothing despite being so far up loves ass if that makes sense? she’ll believe she’s in love w anyone n everyone but sadie has never actually been in love (or has she? omg plot?)
a hopeless romantic but falls in love for the wrong reasons aka not for the actual person
sadie is kinda more into the idea of love than the actual person sometimes. she likes being someone’s other half and sometimes she likes that more than the actual person
doesnt kno when to let go. her fish died 6 years ago and she’s still crying about it at 3 am. bitch get over it
that’s it that’s all i got for now pls love her x
PLOT IDEAS
i’m a slut for plots so if u wanna plot then! reply to this post saying something and i’ll come to u <3 but also if u wanna go off of like natural interactions then we can do that too its wtvr we can plot or go w the flow its wtvr u wanna do <3
possible plot ideas tho if u DO wanna plot r <3
best friends / ride or dies
cousins ?
roommate maybe? omg think of how cute
sibling like relationships r everything to me
ex best friends
crushes (one sided or reciprocated)
exes (sadie is pan)
one night stand that sadie didnt get the memo about it being JUST a one night stand
bad influences (shes not an innocent innocent but i think someone who’s real w her and basically opens up her eyes to b more realistic would b great for her. shes stuck in the clouds so much she’s gonna start floating away if someone doesn't anchor her to the ground)
ENEMIES bc those plots r always so fun UGH PLS
maybe some jealousy? sadie could feel jealous or the other way around ??? could b interesting
someone who uses/manipulates sadie. she’s a walking doormat and so having someone use her isnt something new and probs something sadie doesnt see or just doesnt have the balls to call out
hello, is this on ? *taps mic, makes a screetching sound* okay hi, i’m your resident trashcan lola, and i’m here to introduce my worse than garbage son, park taemin. find his biography and statistics over at my page, so i’m gonna focus on his personality and career. kinda. ya know. reach me on jiminie #7147 for plots ahajhshjfhd
( park jimin, cismale, he/him ) who is that ? oh, it’s just PARK TAEMIN. the TWENTY-FIVE year old has been in beauhart for TWO YEARS and is currently a ENGLISH LITERATURE PROFESSOR. i’ve heard they can be CHARMING and CREATIVE, but also OBSESSIVE and MOODY. maybe that’s why their anthem is GRAVEYARD by HALSEY and PIANO MELODIES IN A SUNDAY MORNING, PALE FINGERS PRESSING AGAINST PURE KEYS, IGNORED PAPERS TO GRADE makes me think of them.
so prepare for the worst, angstiest teen ever, that is park taemin.
first, very big set up is the fact that he’s growing blind gradually but refuses to wear glasses ( aesthetic, ya know ) but already has a guide dog ( his beloved davinci ) so shit is already very bad
he’s also a prodigy pianist but don’t ask him to play because he gave up that life long ago ( not that long, but my child is dramatic, what can one do ); still plays for himself, obviously
big alcoholic TM
college professor because lowkey smart af but hates his students to death; his subject can variate from literature to classical history and is classes are usually interesting but deadly
i mean deadly because he’ll throw random objects at your head if he sees you sleeping or talking in his classes; is, however, very comprehensive when it’s proper struggles you’re dealing with
due to issues, won’t really have a very big social skill and will easily show how much of an asshole he really is
by asshole, he will tell you how it is without regarding your emotions or those around him BECAUSE WHO NEEDS FRIENDS RIGHT
very big who needs friends, they disappoint me vibe for this one
has 2 best sellers out but lmao, you think he listens when his publisher tells him you need to put out more? of course not, we’re talking about taemin i do what i want park
how many times should he had been fired ??? plenty
either super nasty drunk or clingy drunk, there is no in between
very smart intellectually, very dumb emotionally
has four dogs and one cat
walking gucci closet
literally named his pets out of artists or fashion icons ( chanel + vincent + gio(vanni) + davinci + yeo )
please don’t shoot me because i ... don’t know ... what more to add to this person, i’m terrible at intro AJKHSJHDJKFHK love me
( kim younkyun/hwiyoung, cismale, he/him ) who is that ? oh, it’s just MASON KIM. the TWENTY-TWO year old has been in beauhart for HIS WHOLE LIFE and is currently a TATTOO ARTIST. i’ve heard they can be EMPATHETIC and CREATIVE, but also RESERVED and SARCASTIC. maybe that’s why their anthem is ARSONIST’S LULLABY by HOZIER and wandering the streets at night, an unfinished cigarette still burning, feeling alone in a crowded room makes me think of them.
what’s good ? it’s your local meme queen™ and favorite korean, ness, who’s bringing to you a new muse to love and/or hate. i usually post my intro late but i’m so excited and can not wait to interact with y’all that i typed it up early ! i might prefer chemistry but i do have a some connections listed below so if you’re interested in plotting then i’d suggest liking this post, sending me an IM, or adding me on discord: trash™ ♡#4281
— ; BACKGROUND.
born and raised in beauhart by an infamous family that everyone in town knew, it wasn’t out of the ordinary for mr. kim to disappear on a bender for days almost every other week
he grew up being constantly let down by his father who would promise him, his siblings, and his mother that he’d get help for his gambling and drinking only to fail to deliver
did i mention that he has three siblings ? mason is the eldest and had to step up from a young age to help take care of them since his father, a mechanic, was unreliable and his mother, a waitress, needed to work all the time to provide for the house. mason never got the chance to just be a kid which really sucked
in school, he was the quiet kid in the back of the class that always doodled in textbooks and appeared to be not paying attention but is secretly smart. he didn’t have a large friend group nor the time to really spend socializing since he was always needed to watch his siblings. most of his peers would whisper about him: his clothes, his family, everything, and it made mason somewhat insecure. he wasn’t ashamed of any of it, however, it did make him more aware of himself and his living situation
after graduating high school, he actually received a full-ride scholarship to vanderbilt university and majored in psychology with a minor in sociology. unfortunately, he dropped out in his second year due to some events at home that transpired and needed to take priority over college. he hasn’t been back to school since and really has no interest in furthering his education after finding a job that he actually enjoyed.
he had never really thought of working as anything other than a means to get by until he got into tattooing
— ; PERSONALITY.
a lowkey emotional™ mess
tattoos, that’s it
fuckboy but ... not really ?
not much a talker but a v good listener
actually cares about people a lot but lowkey
the type of person to smile to your face but it turns into a frown as soon as you look away, hides his emotional pain with self-deprecating jokes and sarcasm
loves to doodle and draw but try to look at his sketchbook and you might get your hand cut off or lose an arm
twenty three, cherry stained pout puckered in concentration. waiting. blue light emanating from dual monitors. patience. sharp nails clickity clack against a keyboard as caffeine surges through veins. almost there.
BEEP !
a bellow of relief as fingers settle down once more. finally.
audie grew up with 3 older brothers, so getting away with mischief during his adolescence proved almost too easy. think processed cheese powder in orange juice or lee kwangsoo’s legs plastered on any flat surface.
music lessons were a requirement in the moon household, but audie would soon trade in melodies for strings of code after stumbling onto a defcon lecture on youtube.
it was when audie discovered cryptocurrency that he managed to make a name for himself in the black hat hacking community. bigger jobs meant more money, and more money meant more risks.
in too deep at this point did he flee to the quaint town of beauhart, leaving his family back home with a simple be back later note.
though he vowed to shed his musical knowledge as soon as he landed in america (along with his birth name of myungjoon), he found solace in songwriting, and thus his busking side gig was kickstarted into motion.
he now spends his free time arranging taylor swift melodies and breaching data for pretty pennies on the side! he also suffers from a severe case of promiscuity. hoes will be hoes.
i know he sounds like an asshole and he IS... but if u dig deep enough he’ll share his butterscotch ice cream and let u watch xfiles with him all day... :3
WANTED CONNECTIONS!
FLIRTATIONSHIP: will they, won’t they? someone who audie constantly bats an eye at but... never really does anything else with, really. maybe it’s because they both like playing cat and mouse too much, maybe there’s angst, maybe audie’s just too scared of vulnerability.
FRENEMIES: self explanatory! practical jokes that neither of them laugh at anymore, petty arguments but there’s that one thing that keeps them from eating each other.
NEIGHBORS: could be the hottie next door or maybe audie’s just playing his pop punk playlist at 2am again and he’s about to get sniped.
GOOD INFLUENCE: someone who takes him to church every sunday morning. please. jk. someone who can thaw his heart with their smile! nags at him to quit smoking and get a real job because they’re the only person he’ll consider listening to.
BLAST FROM THE PAST: anyone from back home, could be an ex, could be a family friend, etc!
FRIENDS WITH BENEFITS: u know what it do.
ahem. my laptop shut down twice in the midst of writing this and my hands are cramping up and i’m sorry in advance for the subpar bio... i’m still fleshing my boy out and i figured it added an aura of mystery to him so we're chillin. this is my first ever tumblr rp :o and i KNOW i’m late to the party, but i hope u all find a place in ur hearts for audie regardless - lil softie, tetris enthusiast and swiftie extraordinaire. feel free to give this post a like so i can im you for plots OR you can reach me at my discord (SICHENG SEASON#1921) at any time ^--^ look forward to writing with y’all :D
hello all. you can call me cal or jeepers, which is my discord name and i think is funny tbh, but i mostly go by cal. my pronouns are they/them and ‘m in the est timezone. i’m a bit late to the game but i’m still v excited to introduce my child avery to ya’ll. below is a whole mass of text that’ll help you get to know this mess of a child. uwu it’s easiest to reach me on discord at jeepers creepers #5103, but i also try and respond as quick as i can to tumblr ims so it’s really whatever you prefer !!
the haunting sound of a piano in a memory you can’t quite reach
a warm summer night spent watching fireflies dance among the trees
a bite of a fresh peach that leaves your mouth sticky and sweet
theme song: the 7th sense by nct u
hatred that will not go away and dreams that torture me
the clock laughs at me, it does not give a single error
i’m a mess, I don’t even know myself, my future is colored darkly
i’m struggling, coloring this night even blacker
in the irregularity that’s hard to understand
there’s a story that’s deeply hidden
eyes are being opened through this song
your dreams are being read
it’s being awakened from a deep sleep
my seventh sense
positive & negative
affable ( adj ) : friendly, good-natured, or easy to talk to.
languid ( adj ) : (of a person, manner, or gesture) displaying or having a disinclination for physical exertion or effort; slow and relaxed.
versatile ( adj ) : able to adapt or be adapted to many different functions or activities.
candid ( adj ) : truthful and straightforward; frank.
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it begins when he’s four years old - this obsession in him. his parents couldn’t have expected that sending their son to piano lessons we enact such a wild passion in their small, quiet boy. it was hard to pick out at first. often, they would pick their child up from his lesson to find his small chubby cheeks stained with tears. his parents assumed he was simply being stubborn about learning the instrument. they would see the kids dragged to the lessons bemoaning their distaste to it to their parents and would tell each other “our boy is simply quiet with his dislike for it. he has never been a talker.” and would keep taking him week after week. the piano teacher couldn’t enlighten them to what was going through their child’s mind in terms of why he seemed to work himself up into such a state. she explained to them that he seemed attentive whenever she would teach him and it was only until he started to practice on his own that the tears would begin. neither parties could get a word out of the child though he often seemed to calm fairly quickly post lesson, spending the car ride home pressing his small fingers into his thighs as though there was an invisible piano etched into his skin. at one point, his parents seemed to give in a bit to their uncertainty of how their child was doing, offering to take him out of the lessons. the aggressive shake of the four years old’s head and high squeaky voice insisting “ no, no !! “ was quite the surprise. it wasn’t until a year later, when he began to find his voice that he admitted to his piano teacher that he just loved piano so much, he couldn’t stop himself from crying whenever he got to play. the teacher passed this along to the parents with much amusement and relief.
the passion the young boy had for the instrument didn’t falter over the years, even as his peers turned to other extracurriculars and sports rather than the piano. his parents opted to get him a keyboard to set up in his room on his seventh birthday, still wary about how long he would remain content with the lessons. they had never enjoyed the instrument with such conviction when they were forced to take lessons growing up. it was, at least, comforting to know that their quiet child still enjoyed spending time doing kid things, such as playing outside, playing pretend and colouring. he even showed an interest in baking, which he often did with his grandmother, much to the disbelief of his father. still, he was a good child and despite the wariness his father had of allowing him to indulge in his more feminine hobbies ( he was very much stuck in the throws of toxic masculinity ), his mother and grandparents supported him fully in whatever he wanted to do. so during the week, he would go to his piano lessons and play with the neighbourhood kids outside. then, on the weekends, he would spend time with his mother’s parents, often baking some sort of treat with his grandmother and listening to his grandfather tell tall tales of his own childhood.
as he got older, his skill in piano progressed more and more. between his lessons and the studious way he practiced, he ended up participating in a variation of different concerts. by the time he reached his early teens, he was playing with the adult orchestra with nine years of lessons and experience under his belt. it was an astounding thing- to hear him play. it was as if this lazy, beautiful human was gifted with talent from the gods, but he wasn’t. he worked for his ability. countless hours pressing fingers into plastic keys. perhaps that is why, for his sixteenth birthday, his grandparents and parents pulled together the money to buy him a grand piano. it was then, upon walking into the home to find the piano gracing the room that used to be the den of their house, that he discovered he hadn’t quite outgrown his habit of crying when overwhelmed with emotion.
between creating compositions, practicing, baking with his grandma, and the hell that was high school, he didn’t have much time for anything else. he didn’t mind. he was content with his work, both with the piano and at school. he had a tendency to overwork himself within the confines of his piano room and bedroom between the two. this led to him developing a bad reputation of being a lazy and privileged individual who got away with sleeping in class. his peers saw him as someone favoured by teachers, when in truth it was simply because he’d had multiple discussions previously with them about being awake in class. many of them had agreed to let it slide so long as his grades were maintained. it was a necessary thing to seek as if his parents found out they would no doubt put restrictions on how he was working.
despite the peer isolation, which later led to a fair amount of social awkwardness on his part, he seemed to get along great with those he went up against in competitions. perhaps it was their shared love or enjoyment of the instrument. regardless, he created a group of friends outside of the school scene and, despite many of them being older than him, he was respected and treated much better than others his age treated him.
the summer post high school graduation saw him doing something no one could have predicted ( aside from his grandfather who swears up and down that he saw this coming since he was seven years old ). he set out on a tour of major cities, performing alone on a stage with simply a piano, a mask, and a single spotlight. see, in the latter years of his teens, he really blew up thanks to the internet. he became known under a moniker the he’d used on his youtube channel, which he would post videos of his personal compositions and covers of songs on. it led to some artists and producers reaching out collaborate, which, in turn, increased his popularity.
( car accident tw ) life was good for five years. he got to do what he loved and loved what he did. of course, all good things must come to an end, even if that good thing felt like it is your entire life. at twenty three, the now grown quiet boy got into a car accident. a drunk driver hit the car his mother was driving with him in the passenger seat. his mother survived with a few bruised ribs and a broken arm while he came out of it with severe head trauma. head trauma that, out of all things, resulted in hearing loss. the cochlea and hearing nerves in his inner ears were damaged to the point that it sounded like a hush fell over the world. it was a difficult reality to swallow.
( depression tw ) it was a loss like no other. he could no longer hear his piano. he could no longer get lost in the world his music created. depression hit him heavy and hard, dragging him under in a suffocating hold. seventeen years. he’d been playing piano for seventeen years and now that ability was severely disabled. he withdrew, cutting ties with almost all of his friends who were apart of the music world. his parents didn’t know what to do with their quiet child who seemed to become deathly silent after the accident. the whole family had signed up in solidarity to learn asl alongside him. the only ones who seemed to muster out any sort of reactions or responses from him were his grandparents who struggled to learn the new way of communicating. he tried hearing aids in addition, however, the damaged required a more intensive solution. cochlear implants. he refused despite the struggle he still faced with the hearing aids. his family tried to get him to go through with the surgery, however he was an adult and it was his decision to make. so he continued to allow himself to waste away in the distorted world around him. his father responded to his state with anger, while his mother grieved and worried over him from afar. his grandparents were around as much as they could be, reaching out with patient hands. it would take two years for him to reach back.
twenty-four and feeling stuck, exhausted, and just down right sick, the quiet boy finally inched out of the shell the accident had left him in. it starts with therapy, then medication, and ends with stepping into the kitchen with his grandmother again. his piano remained untouched, gathering dust in his home behind a locked door. no one brought it up, not yet, and instead slow steps were eventually taken. he spoke for the first time post asl and hearing aids to his mother. his voice raspy and barely there from disuse. he couldn’t hear himself, but his mother had burst into tears as his grandparents smiled at each other with watery eyes. it was progress. slow progress, but they were glad that he was finally taking steps forward.
it was five months after his twenty-fourth birthday that he decided to undergo the cochlear implant surgery. he held no hope for what he’d be able to do with the upgrade. he didn’t allow himself to think of the abandoned piano or the possibility of getting back into music. no, instead, he simply kept his eyes forward as though the past no longer existed. instead, he spent his time baking with his grandmother, helping with the small business she’d started when he was in middle school. the surgery was a success, but the quiet man did not cry when he was finally able to hear with more clarity. there were no tears of overwhelming happiness, instead he’d simply smiled at his mother when she asked if he could hear her and said yes.
it took him six months to decide he needed to move. despite his family still living in the area he grew up in, he needed to get away. he wanted out of the city and eventually settled on moving to beauhart, a place suggested by one of the few friends he kept in touch with post-accident. the official transition happened three months ago where he moved out of the apartment he bought for himself at twenty and into his own home. it was a bit large for just himself and his mother worried that he would fall back into bad habits, but he loved the old styled place. it had a front porch and was painted a gentle yellow. the front was filled with a garden of flowers and bushes that wrapped around to the fence that encased the backyard. his father hated it, but his grandparents had approved when they first saw it, having travelled with his mother to help with the unpacking once everything had arrived. it held more warmth than his apartment had. perhaps it was because he was going to be living in it full time or the character / personality the house itself had. regardless, he felt settled for the first time in almost two years. no one mentioned the grand piano that had been placed in the third bedroom of the house.
three months post move found him working at the local bakery. the early mornings were tough, but the consistency was enjoyable for him. it helped, significantly, with his mental health. he promised his mother to call at least twice a week and his grandmother almost every other day to gossip. despite his awkwardness with social cues and languid nature, he managed to make connections with other residents. things seemed to be looking up, though there still remained that empty part of him and a door unopened.
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he is, for all intents and purposes, socially an idiot. he can’t pick up verbal cues up very well and often chooses to ignore them even if they are glaringly obvious. some kind find this incredibly annoying or be endeared by it. usually it’s the former, though avery has never minded. he has no desire to be liked by everyone and is more than happy to continue going by the beat of his own drum.
definitely often produces the wrong first impressions, especially with his looks. he takes care of himself, has been instilled with the habit, especially after how rough his twenty-third and fourth year was. so it’s not often he goes out looking like the drowned rat he enjoys being at home. it’s part of his routine that has helped him stay on track mentally.
definitely a momma’s boy, but would literally do anything for his grandparents. he is planning on having them visiting him as soon as he manages to get his guest room furnished and decorated.
if he wants to avoid something, he ignores it. it’s a terrible coping habit that manifests in small instances and larger situations. it’s very childish in many ways, but his therapist has yet to be able to break him out of it.
is looking into adopting an animal, but is torn between what sort of animal. he has been looking at the humane society, but has yet been able to decide.
he is very indecisive about the smallest of things, but somehow manages to be able to make the bigger and more important decisions ???
has a very weird and varied taste in music.
learned korean from his grandparents when he was younger but primarily speaks english or asl.
often moves around his house without his hearing aids and keeps things quiet. a book nerd post accident. his favourite thing to do is spend the day on his porch swing reading.
he has been thinking of taking online business courses to learn more about running/owning his own business. he hasn’t mentioned it to anyone, not is planning to, but when he thinks about the future he’s wondering if owning his own bakery could be a possible option.
honestly a sleepy boy even though he has a perfectly reasonable sleep schedule ???
doesn’t know how to flirt. doesn’t even know how to hold a conversation with someone he has a crush on. is very awkward with them.
likes to try and make wacky things (baking wise) when bored then try and make you try it without any forewarning.
is actually pretty good at making elaborate cakes and frosting designs. does cake commissions on the side for birthdays, in fact.
gets lost really easily. its been three months and he still sometimes forgets where to turn when driving home.
will steal your pet if you leave him alone with them ( not literally ).
is terrible at texting and is the type of person to call you to have a conversation. this is mostly because he’s too lazy to text.
enjoys memes and quotes them sarcastically, sometimes when it’s definitely not appropriate.
has a habit of staring without meaning too. this could either be off into space or actually at someone. he doesn’t necessarily mean to do it. at times it’s a case of dissociation and others it’s simply him having no common sense and/or is blatant day dreaming.
will not ride as a passenger in a car. he’s been able to drive again post implants but the trauma of the accident has caused him a real fear of being someone else’s passenger.
sometimes, without him realizing it, he’ll mime playing the piano. the habit of pressing his fingers into invisible keys too engrained to erase. he attempts to avoid music a lot, especially classical. it’s somewhat impossible to do at work and outside of his home. at times, he gives in to his desire to try and hear it the way he used to and will blast the music until he can feel the base thrumming in his veins. it’s as detoxing as it is frustrating. as much as he can hear, it will never be like it used to be for him.
if you read all of this i applaud you. tell me your favourite colour, animal, and/or food and then we can plot C:<
( lee taeyong, cismale, he/him ) who is that ? oh, it’s just JAESUNG PARK. the TWENTY-FOUR year old has been in beauhart for HIS WHOLE LIFE and is currently a BARTENDER. i’ve heard they can be ASTUTE and AFFABLE, but also IMPULSIVE and STUBBORN. maybe that’s why their anthem is CLEMENTINE by HALSEY and PAINT STAINED JEANS, VOICE SOFT LIKE HONEY, & SLEEPLESS NIGHTS makes me think of them.
BASICS
name: jaesung park
preferred name: jae
age: twenty-four
occupation: bartender
birthday: november 13th
zodiac: scorpio
hometown: beauhart
sexuality / romantic orientation: pansexual l panromantic
personality:
+ astute, affable l - impulsive, stubborn
aesthetics:
paint stained jeans, voice soft like honey, perpetually messy hair, late nights & half finished mugs of coffee
BACKSTORY: born and raised in beauhart to two parents who had both worked as lawyers, jae’s life had been more or less planned out for him before he was even old enough to walk. his parent’s had always had a clear vision for his future and, although they were always technically caring, they had never been shy or subtle in making their opinions well known. fortunately, he had a younger brother who eventually took some of his parent’s attention away from him. however, as far as his parents were concerned, he’d always been the ‘golden child’ of the family and therefore got held to a lot higher of expectations with a lot more repercussions when those expectations weren’t met. and, as a result, he had spent most of his childhood trying to keep up with those standards despite the fact that he’d never really found himself very interested in any of the things that his parents seemed to care about. while they’d seemed worried about his studies and having mock arguments at the dinner table, he’d always been more interested in art and literature than anything else. eventually, however, he graduated high school top of his class and got into his first choice of college where he began starting on his general classes and the first of his pre-law classes. just as his parents had wanted. it was only after finishing his first two years, and getting a taste of what law school would be like, that he finally allowed himself to admit that he wanted nothing to do with it. and, after building up the courage, he finally opened up to his parents and told them just that. however, their reaction wasn’t what he’d expected. they were not only disappointed in him, they’d given him an ultimatum; either finish law school, and stay in touch with the family, or leave and make it on his own with whatever career he chose - without the help, financially or otherwise, from his family. hurt, he’d eagerly agreed for the chance to get out of there. now, he’s working at the local bar to pay his bills while he tries to figure out where exactly he wants to go from here. he’s taking this time to explore and rebel in a lot of the ways he never had a chance to before, and he’s trying to just relax for the first time in his life. however, the freedom he’s always wanted feels a lot more suffocating than he’d ever imagined now that he’s uncertain what he wants to do with it.
PERSONALITY: spoiler alert: he’s a soft boy. his upbringing, as well as the fallout with his family, have given him some uh .. trust issues to work through, and the fear of that can sometimes make him come off a little cold or uninterested when he doesn’t know someone very well but .. he’s actually the sweetest boy in the world. he’s trying really hard to be all rebellious and try everything now that he doesn’t have his parents breathing down his neck 24/7 because he always lowkey wanted to be that sort of person but .. he’s a lightweight and a hopeless romantic so .. most of the things he’s doing now just end up getting his heart broken and he’s sort of confused on the appeal of it all so far?? he wouldn’t admit that to most people, though, and it definitely doesn’t stop him from being easily swayed into his next bad decision. despite all of that, he actually really loves working at the bar?? all of the mock arguments that took place in his house growing up have made him very good at talking to people and being what they need him to be, which makes him a very good listener and the perfect stranger for the people visiting to open up to. his boss likes it because he keeps people there drinking for a long time, and he says that he likes it because he makes good tips from it but he likes to think that he can actually help some people talking to them. he also really likes to paint in his free time, but he doesn’t think he’s any good ( shout out to his parents ruining his self esteem with all of their unrealistic expectations !! ) and so he almost never shows his work to anyone and is usually only caught drawing in public whenever he’s having a really bad day. basically, he can be very closed off and secretive but it’s all a cover to protect himself because he’s actually just a sweetheart who just has absolutely no idea who he is or what he’s doing with his life.
WANTED CONNECTIONS:
- younger brother
- fwb
- bad influence
- unrequited crush
- muse
- confidant / ride or die
- roommate
- childhood friends
- frequent customers at the bar
- exes ( both good + bad terms )
