Hi! Can I get Mountain Dew, Schweppes and Sprite for Na Baekjin? 🌸
He’s a little confused with all the soda, but let’s serve it up!
Donald Na
Schweppes- What do you wish you were really good at?
Cooking.
Not baking- cooking.
Baking comes easy; it's an exact science that relies on a delicate balance of ingredients and chemistry.
Cooking you have to feel out for yourself, apparently.
"You want to know how much to put in?" chucked the old woman, impossibly tall in his childhood memory and shrouded in steam from her pot. She smiled down at him and gestured vaguely to her battalion of spices.
"Season with a pinch of this and some of that. You want to know the exact amount? Feel it in your heart. Ask the stars." She laughed at her own joke, waving her hand through the air, almost to herself. "I can't tell you, boy, you just have to know."
Even today he still looks back and finds it ridiculous, but when the ins and outs of managing people in the Union (similarly without equation or formula) escapes him, he'll murmur "ask the stars" to himself and scoff.
Mountain Dew- Have you ever disliked something and then changed your mind?
No. Why revisit an opinion if you can simply keep a well-informed one from the start?
KIDDING I'm kidding that would be such a cop-out.
Subway stations. Metro stations. Whatever you call them.
That hub of coming and going and never staying.
That place locked deep underground that thrums with the insomniac heartbeat of the city above.
Such a jarring contrast at every corner between dark tunnels and brutally bright hallways, filthy walkways and spotless machinery.
So strange a place that reverberates with age but is reborn every second to the new faces flooding in and out of its arteries.
Such a wonder was lost on him as a child.
He really did used to hate the subways with their crowded noise and deafening cage of legs all around his too-short frame.
An ever changing and shifting labyrinth that was so incessantly dirty. He could never ignore the impulse to scrub himself down after traveling through them.
Walled away from miles of rock and city above him, the filth of cigarette smoke and street water and eyes that lingered too long.
All churned through the cloying air by the steel of the rails that flew into the air as dust after the screeching of a new train sent it drifting slowly, malevolently, into his lungs.
But these things don't seem to bother him anymore. Life had changed him to be different now.
He had the stain of blood and immorality inked onto his hands.
He was dirty now. Taller too.
And the subways simply called to him now. The strange, thrumming, incomprehensible maze that never slept.
Just like him.
Sprite- What's the most spontaneous thing you've ever done?
To be honest, that time he was bored and curious and bought every available stock in some speck-of-dust small business.
Economy, babeyyy
No its really as crackhead as he gets, but if the business goes under like probability says it will, he will be losing a good chunk of money for the Union.
"oops" probably won't suffice then.
On the flip side, if they do well, he has a monopoly on the lucrative and dangerous industry of goat-powered lawn care in Croatia.
Its about balance.
Feel free to submit your own questions! Prompt post is here
hey hey hey! greetings from rare-and-beautiful-things :)
you said you didn't mind asks and requests, so here I am to beg for you to please feed me uwu. i gotta admit there's a thing that really troubles me since the start of my obsession with manager na. did you see the tattoos on his knuckles? do you actually think it's possible for him to keep these tattoos in pristine condition considering the strength of his punches? because I feel like the skin on his knuckles would be split open so many times, and the tattoos would be all messed up...
really loved these hcs about him heating up when excited and having trouble with lids cuz of rings lmao
do you have any hcs about his trauma? what do you think of his coping mechanisms? do you like bread? i got into these headcanon of baekjin baking his own bread not long ago, and i just cannot stop thinking about it
sorry for... much words lol, i was just excited to talk to you i guess. please don't take anything too seriously (unless you want to, in this case be my guest), and don't feel pressured to reply :)
have a beautiful day!
love ya 💙💙💙
Feed you I shall- please consider this a love letter to the only person I know who wants to read the dark corners of his mind like I do.
*cracks knuckles*
Donald Na, Baekjin Na, sun god, golden boy... what can I tell you about him?
Loooooooong drabble/headcanon slurry under the cut
I'll start where you did I guess- his tattoos.
UGH his tattoos .
Nothing has been a source of willing frustration for me like his tattoos.
I set out to map his tattoos (that we know of thus far) and learned....
some things
but I'll save that for another post- I'm sure it will be long and technical.
To answer your question-
The delicate swirls and symbols on his hands should be in shreds
Truly, there should be nothing recognizable
But they're perfect
and I think that's intentional
look at where he uses his fists
stomach, throat, etc.
He punches where his opponent physically caves to his will
Caves so that he never even takes a scratch.
Never breaks a sweat
Never ruffles carefully gelled hair
Never wrinkles the Versace that he wears like armor
Really, what else do you expect?
***
I really like the thought that despite the intelligence, the perfection, the violence, the wealth... Baekjin Na is still a 17 year old kid.
I mean- he's just one person.
(that deeply, viscerally hit me when I saw this art (link))
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I'm actually realizing this as I write, but I'm similar to him on the childhood front-
For lack of a better term, he was bullied for his intelligence
Perfection? Shit's scary. Doesn't matter who you talk to.
His classmates? these kids saw strange, other, outsider, different and fought for their own little survival in their own way
But let me tell you- what Baekjin saw was a wall
a wall of people too stupid to see you- frightened little sheep too scared to wonder about the wool over their eyes.
It's infuriating
They're unreachable because they don't seem to speak the same language as you.
They seem to have a hive mind you don't have access to.
And oh ho hoooo let me tell you from experience
his DIRECT response to that is a bone-deep and powerful need to scream:
"look at me please take me seriously I am not beneath you I can be useful Take me seriously LOOK AT ME see me dammit."
It's such a powerful need you don't know you have it. It leaks out your eyes and your ears and you bleed it until it's who you are.
That is his identity- and we can still see it.
Because "look at me" turned to "worship me" turned to "kneel to me" turned to "bow to the king of everything you love".
I guess my argument here is his coping mechanism is his entire identity.
He copes in other ways though
He's a big symbols guy
The symbols of power he wears for other people's benefit
and a small symbol of life he keeps for himself-
bread
I can hear my literature teacher SCREECHING in my ear: Bread is communion Bread is a biblical symbol Bread brings people together Bread is a symbol of Life
And she's right
Bread is the symbol of life and strength and prosperity and communion and
maybe, just maybe
Bread is the one thing Baekjin can hold himself together around
I think I'll leave you with that
This ask was such an amazing surprise! and I had way too much fun thinking about it
