#yfxkangmin

[yfxconfessions]

let it be known that kang min is the best music teacher @ sunhwa lms if you agree - not kang min

@yfxgain pls respond

[sgnolivia]

intentions

saran wrap and thc, conviction and good intentions, seunghee is in high spirits. the brownies in her bag are strong enough to take a three hundred pound wrestler to mary janes house, and according to all the fansites, kangmin is nowhere near that big. 

nerves don’t really have a place in seunghee’s body, so she calls the feeling rolling in her gut excitement, and pops a xanax from a tic-tac container as she walks leisurely down brightly colored halls. she appreciates the attempt at making the school look cheerful, but it isn’t like pretty paint is going to make any of these kids less dead inside. 

seunghee grins, waits for the xans to work, knocks twice on an office doorframe before peeking inside. 

“professor kang, right?” 

[yfxkmin-blog]

(if anybody wants to plot, i can totally do starters! pls, i am thirsty for plots)

[yfxsoapbox]

ok i am off to bed, but this was a rlly productive first day! i am looking forward to writing with more of you soon!

[yfxsoapbox]

if anyone wants to plot, i am free and open and craving plotting and writing, so please feel free to shoot me a message!!

[yfxkmin-blog]

— freud is a farce / min&ryeowon

In all honesty, Min was probably a little off the rocker. But was a session with a guidance counselor really necessary? Administration certainly thought so. The more administration made him do silly things like see if he was mentally fit to teach, though there was probably logic in it, the more anarchism seemed enticing. He hadn’t had time for his usual coffee, which made him a bit crankier than he normally was, so he was surprisingly on time. This guidance counselor probably had a file on him, with all his history; family, medical, psychological. She’d probably ask him if he wanted to sleep with his mother and kill his father, all psychologists had a weird mental boner for Freud, that much he knew.  Worst case scenario, he’d be labeled a narcissist, but he already knew that. Best case, he’d be labeled a narcissist. Either way, he’d walk out unfazed. He was totally used to dodging anything involve emotional connections, he was cool like that. This situation would be no different, no sweat.  He wasn’t exactly skipping down the hall to this counselor’s office, more so dragging his feet until his dreaded final destination was in front of him. He knocked briefly on the door before pushing it open into their office, talking on the way in. “You can just pick whatever letters out of a hat and give me that 4 letter personality thing and then I’ll be on my way,” he called as he walked in.

[yfxkmin-blog]

— two’s company / min&gain

If it wasn’t the posh and snarky outlay of the school that set Min off, it was the snobby looking kids in the hall. Sure, one would think, if he didn’t really like kids or didn’t like the idea of teaching rich little brats, why would he apply? Honestly, when he heard about this teaching position, his goal was to save up enough money to launch himself into stardom. So, he went along with it. He went along with the whole wearing dress pants and a button down shirt to work, as opposed to his usual jeans, tshirt and jacket. He had to set a standard, after all, for all these young and impressionable children. Not his own words. So, why was he here days earlier than he was to begin teaching? To organize some silly duet with the other music teacher that was going to begin. The administration wanted to hold some sort of assembly welcoming them to the student body, and a little showcase of their talents was to be a part of that. So, there he was, walking down the halls of Sunhwa on a Saturday. Was he a little late? Yeah, but he did stop for coffee, which is an absolutely necessity. With two lattes in hand, he made his way towards the music department in the main school building. Pushing the door to the music department offices, sipping at his latte, he looked around the quiet office rooms. “Hello?” he called tentatively, silently praying that this other music teacher wasn’t an old fart that only knew music that was written at least a century ago.

[yfxkmin-blog]

— basics

name: kang min [강 민} birthday: november 20th, 1989  [scorpio] age: 26 height: 6′0′’ eye color: irresistibly brown hair color: a wonderful mix of revlon’s 5D and 6TF hair color dyes birthplace: queens, new york, united states nationality: american ethnicity: korean star sign: scorpio religion: self-worshipper agnostic  language skills: english (fluent), korean (fluent thanks to korean sunday school), french (conversational, studied it in high school), japanese (basic to conversational, he likes anime, ok)

education: the juilliard school; focus in composition instruments: cello, guitar, piano, accordion, trumpet + can play viola/violin at a basic level tattoos: has “hi-lite” tattooed vertically on his inner left wrist, has a tiny quarter note behind his right ear piercings: both lobes pierced, plus helix in left ear drugs/drinks: just mellows out with some brownies/loves his fruity cocktails

likes: cats, music, chocolate, coffee dislikes: annoying kids, annoying people, hulu with ads