there’s a beautiful house just by the shore; stunning, yet mysterious. it’s known that a multitude of young people share the place as they study, work, or simply enjoy the seaside life, but what it is they actually do in there…well, if you want to know, you’re just going to have to ring the doorbell and find out.
occupation: first year Med School student; part-time belly dancer
" When you’re not welcomed anywhere, and a door is opened out for you, you enter, no matter what awaits behind it. "
As a child, Hyunseung grew in a family where he was the oldest child, but not the most loved one. With parents who always paid more attention to his younger, smarter, prettier sister, Hyunseung learnt how to live on his own. Because of that, he developed insecurities, thinking that everyone else around him was much better while he himself was a failure no one wanted to even look at. Hyunseung couldn’t be jealous or mad at his parents or sister, he was educated in such a way to respect his older relatives and love his sibling unconditionally. Unable to let anyone know about his struggles and feelings, Hyunseung could be easily labeled as an introvert.
Growing up on his own wasn’t easy. It was as if he didn’t even belong in the family, having to prepare his breakfast and lunch on his own, while his sister was awaited with a full meal on the table, having to do his own laundry because his parents “didn’t have enough time”, but only for him, and it was clear that his sister was the preferred child, even to anyone who was coming from the outside. Maybe it was because his parents always wanted a daughter more than a son, and maybe it also was because their son was too feminine for their liking, but it wasn’t his fault he was so petite.
He needed a way to eventually get away from all the painful thoughts that worried his pretty little head, and Hyunseung decided to take up a sport, an activity, something that would help him relax and empty his mind. Dancing was his first and only choice, and he decided that maybe he needed to do something that would put his feminine figure in the spotlight, and he found that belly dancing was much more fun than he expected it to be. Maybe it was the colourful costumes, or the surprise he had when he found new ways for his body to move, but Hyunseung started dedicating most of his time to his new hobby.
He worked part time all throughout highschool, in order to pay for the dance courses, and he was even invited to entertain the guests at some parties. He had a nice group of colleagues that gave him all the attention he needed and took care of him since he was the youngest in the group. However, Hyunseung decided to cut off every single connection with his family when they didn’t want to help him with his studying for university exam. Hyunseung was baffled, because they offered him two reasons: one, belly dancing. How could he even call himself a man, when he practiced such activity? Two, he’s stupid. It was pointless, even if he studied, because he wouldn’t have a chance to enter Med School, like he wished.
Indeed, Hyunseung wasn’t that smart, and he’s never been in the top 10, or even top 50 in his generation, but how could they call themselves parents, when they treated their own son as if he was a stranger? Hyunseung packed his things, even though he had an ugly argument with his parents, and ended up moving out before he finished high school. He did his best to study, he did his best to prove them wrong, and with the moral support of his colleagues from the belly dancing class, he managed to pass all of his exams and become a Med School student.
Bad things continued to happen, and just before his first year in university started, the belly dancing class came to an end. Each member of the group went their own way, and Hyunseung found himself all alone again. With nowhere to go, he found a place which he was told he could call home. He found a place where he was told he could live happily, with a price. His body. Hyunseung didn’t mind, as long as there was someone who would care for him, and maybe listen to him when he couldn’t hold his thoughts in anymore. Without knowing much about The Lair and the activities going on behind closed doors, Hyunseung moved in. Only then he found out what he actually signed up for.
" I was previously a pet before leaving shortly… I would very much like to be taken back in. I can prove myself by serving the masters well like before if given the chance. "
Currently in hiding from his mother and those who may recognize him as a previous super model in japan Ren now works as an exotic dancer. Utilizing the only skills he’s ever been taught- being pretty and pleasing -he found a home within the Lair, appreciating the protection it offered. Though Korean is not his first language he practices it in attempt to tame his heavy accent and eventually get a better job.
Himchan had lived his early life in a normal family, with his parents and sister. That was until his father had walked out on them, to start a new family with a new wife outside of Korea, in a country which name Himchan still can’t remember because of young he had been back then. In time, his mother had collapsed and he and his sister were taken away by the social service, thus started Himchan’s long life of foster homes and families.
Little did he know, that life from there was going to go downhill for him.
At age 22, Himchan had given his first sexual encounter in exchange of money.
From then on, he had started going clubbing, offering small ”favours” here and there, but as his current landlord found out about his business, the youth had been kicked out of the place on spot, leaving Himchan with no place to turn to and no money to keep him safe.
After days of spending the last of his little savings and spending his nights at spa’s and public sauna’s, Himchan stumbled upon the place called the Lair. He vaguely remembered hearing about it and he decided to take his shot with it. A roof over his head was always better, even if it meant doing dirty things… But he couldn’t really think of it as that much of a misfortune.
Himchan acts like a social butterfly, doing his best to seem interesting and confident in front of other people, despite the fact that the way his parents had abandoned him and the way he had been thrown from one home to another had really made him insecure and closed-off. He allows people close, but never too close. There’s a limit to how much of himself he is ready to invest into people on the emotional level, which really is little next to none. Physical affection and fulfillment however, is something he knows how to do and is more than willing to give.
Despite all that, there was still some gullible traits left in Himchan’s behavior, and whoever manages to get close to him and earn his trust, will truly be someone Himchan devotes most of his being into, to make sure those people are well and happy, even if it means working his fingers to the bone.
After his few relationships in the past, he hadn’t really trusted anyone with his feelings. There were some friends he hung out in the past, but most of the time he spent doing volunteer work at daycares and orphanages, trying to help the kids as best as he could. Whether it was to stop them from steering on the wrong path, or to justify his own actions better, he had never quite learned which the truth behind it was.
❝ Getting tired of traveling the world in search of beauty, I found that The Lair has a suitable beauty in and of itself, and I shall indulge myself while possible. ❞
While not the heir to a chain of five-star hotels or son of a wealthy CEO, Wooyoung lived a comfortable childhood. His father was a famous painter, constantly receiving money from affluent patrons and auctions in order to fund his family’s lifestyle. Wooyoung didn’t skip out on developing his own artistic abilities either. While his father’s works were being displayed in galleries worldwide, Wooyoung’s childhood crayon drawings were in a gallery of their own in the Jang household. As he grew older, he developed skills in charcoal drawings and painting, and then he got his hands on a camera. He would use pictures as references in order to further train his skills with the brush. Landscapes, scenery, candid moments, nothing escaped the lense of his camera.
Not too long after, the beauty of passion was revealed to him as well. It was in university that he had met his first love. She was unlike anything, anyone, he had ever seen. Her beauty was unparalleled, seemingly impossible to capture with the stroke of a brush. She was the subject of numerous paintings, drawings, photos, and ultimately his mind. Her body, in his mind, was a work of art in and of itself, the perfect canvas to paint his feelings of desire and lust upon. Not everything lasts forever, though, and the two eventually parted ways. Though outwardly the same man, internally he was distraught. His only solution was to indulge in the beauty of the world once more.
For a year following his 21st birthday, he traveled the world, trusty camera in hand to capture the sights. Though they couldn’t compare to the beauty which he’d seen, it was impossible to say that they weren’t beautiful in and of themselves. With his craving for beauty came with the craving for passion. Nameless, faceless women, all put under his spell, or rather him under theirs. He grew addicted to the feeling, to the emotion. Pleasure, lust, desire, they became his drugs, his alcohol.
Upon returning to Korea, his craving was still unsatisfied, until he discovered the Lair. His insatiable hunger became manageable, and soon the Lair had him tamed. Living off of his successes as an artist, not unlike his father, the beauty afforded to him by his time in the Lair would be for his eyes alone, the raw, untamed beauty of passion.
On the surface, Wooyoung is a typical young man of good upbringing, polite, well-dressed, knows his way in, out and around social interaction. By nature, he is kind and gentle, easily becoming comfortable with those he befriends and rather quickly at that. In the heat of the moment, however, his kindness often finds itself melting away, taken over by his carnal desires. A body is a canvas for passion, a work of art and beauty. Though he’s not one for love, he’s in it for the same reason that most are.
❝ I needed a distraction, and this place sounded interesting enough. ❞
i. Kyungsoo was born on a cold January morning; he was an accident, and not a very happy one either. His parents were not in love, his mother was way younger than his father, but both of them liked to pretend they were better than anyone else. He spent most of his first years at home with his mom; his dad was a busy man, a lawyer who almost never smiled - not to his son at least.
iii. High school is nothing more than a distant blur for Kyungsoo. He doesn’t have precious memories with friends or funny stories to share - he doesn’t remember his days as a teenager with particular fondness. Kyungsoo was never physically bullied, never openly called out for his antisocial attitude. His classmates simply decided to let him be, to ignore him, as if he wasn’t even there in the first place, and that was totally fine by him.
When he didn’t spend his time studying, Kyungsoo wrote poems, stories, thoughts; he wrote everywhere - in his diary, on his desk, on his skin. His passion for reading slowly turned into something concrete.
iv. He wanted to become a writer - the second those words escaped his mouth, his father had already hit him so hard to leave him breathless. And even though blood filled his mouth, for the first time in his life, Kyungsoo talked back. He spat his venom, digging his nails deep in his palms. He didn’t want to become a lawyer - no way in hell. Without even waiting for the invitation that was bound to come, Kyungsoo packed his bag and left his home for good.
v. Years have passed since that day, and by now Kyungsoo has published his first book. Faithful to his personality, he’s still a ghost - skillfully avoiding the limelight and the media by hiding under the alias D.O. He may not be as painfully awkward anymore, but Kyungsoo is still a quiet man. He’s happier now though, because he’s finally able to do what he loves. He stumbled upon the Lair almost by accident - caught up in his search for inspiration, he simply followed some rumors. And yet, he stayed; there was something oddly fascinating about the house, after all, it was a free roof on his head, and a great way to unwind all of his pent up frustration.
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THE PITCH OF SUCCESS is brought about by a young man named Chen, whose smile is like bursts of sunshine and whose touch is like much-needed reprieve. Negativity rolls right off his body, can’t touch him because he walks with a spring in his step as if he’s got the whole world figured out. (He doesn’t, but he figures he doesn’t really need to, anyway.) He’s a mixture of obnoxious and endearing - obnoxiously endearing and endearingly obnoxious - a bit difficult to handle at times, loud, a shameless flirt, but he means well. Perpetually armed with blankets, bandages, and bad jokes, Chen always wants to be a part of the cure, willing to sacrifice body, pride, and anything else to ensure the banishment of booboos and bad feelings. In this way, he can be extremely passive, allowing the desires of others to trump his own— But he doesn’t seem to really mind. He’d rather have his wishes postponed in favor of having others’ come true, an unheard of selflessness that hardly seems real—
— And THE REALITY OF IT ALL is, in fact, that Chen and his smiles and his sunshine are not real.
Jongdae realized very early on in life that a boy like him could never be happy, could only ever be if he were anyone but himself.
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