› 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 .ᐟ

dependent muse for @willowglenhq, written by keka .ᐟ

[trustmylove]

𖥻 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐌𝐘𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 is a multi-muse blog associated with 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒈𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒉𝒒 .ᐟ abysmally written but adored by 𝒌𝒆𝒌𝒂 — thirty, she + her, cst — please DNI if you’re not in the group mentioned above. ♡

𝒋𝒖𝒏𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒂𝒏 — 37, retired figure skater.    im siwan.   introduction. pinterest. threads.

[palcminos]

⋆  ˚ ꩜ ｡   open   starter       ⋮        (   0   /   5   )       –     7-eleven   ,   around   8pm

     ☺   ☺   ☺      “       there's   a   science   to   it,     ”        he   explained   sagely,   the   ridiculous   and   intense   look   on   his   face   borderline   laughable   in   this   situation.     “        i'm   tellin'   you,     ”        he   insisted,   demonstrating   how   to   get   the   perfect   swirl   in   the   domed   lid   of   the   slushie.     “       you   gotta   press   lightly   or   it'll   fill   too   fast   and   you'll   get   ice   ‘n   syrup   all   over   the   place.     ”       he   slowly   put   pressure   on   the   dispenser   —   a   feat   that   would   surely   feel   like   a   waste   of   time   if   you   were   to   follow   his   instructions   every   time   you   stopped   at   7-eleven.     “       first   the   blue   ..   then   the   red..   and   the   blue   again..     ”       he   moved   the   cup   from   one   flavor   to   the   other   and   back   as   he   spoke,   the   double   gulp   cup   filling   in   colorful   layers   as   he   worked.     “       and   then   the   big   finish   !     ”       carefully   pushing   the   ‘   pour   ’   button,   bright   red   cherry   slush   swirled   around   the   inside   of   the   lid,   ending   in   the   cutest   little   dollop   at   the   top   as   he   released.     “       and   that   is   how   you   get   the   perfect   slushie.   looks   like   the   fourth   o’   july   in   there   !     ”

[trustmylove]

    “ a science to it ? ” june repeated what the other said inquisitively, trying to give him some attention, so to speak. he was only here to grab a big gulp, but came for a lecture on how to get the perfect slushie instead. honestly, june didn’t mind. it was rather amusing because of how serious they came across about it — was this a joke, or is he genuinely being serious about a slurpee ? his eyes would go wide often, seeing him fill up the double gulp with the colorful layers. he tried taking a peek at the flavors, but he wasn’t wearing his glasses . . . he left them in the car. he’s not driving illegally. his feet shuffled closer, and finally looked at the other in the eyes. “ the white’s missing, but agreed. it does look like the fourth of july in there. ” he nods and proceeded to grab himself a large cup. no way in hell was he gonna be able to drink a slushie in the same size. “ humor me: make me one but in this cup . . . and i’ll, i don’t know, treat you to something else if i don’t hate it. ” june offers the plastic cup to him, knowing very well that he’d do it wrong somehow. “ or i’ll just get a good ol’ dr pepper. ”

[sundazeds]

gianna smiles when june turns around and takes a sip of her own lemonade, letting her nose crinkle at the mention of the traffic. " i'm blaming it on back to school shopping. pretty sure we're where all of the trendy preteens like to shop, so we're in for a real treat. " she picks now, but give it a few years and she'll be joining the other parents, rushing to get school supplies and school clothes for the impending school year. " no problem. it's the least i could do for being late. " she sips her lemonade once more before a soft laugh escapes. " i'm convinced we'll both end up circling the lot a few times. if we're placing bets, though— i'd say ten bucks and a cookie from that gourmet place around the corner. "

[trustmylove]

    june chuckles then sighed at the thought of coming face to face with the kids nowadays. “ how riveting. i’m looking forward to being in the company of trendy preteens, but has back to school shopping always been this . . . chaotic ? ” it was more of a hypothetical question, really. fatherhood was nowhere in sight for june, and that was okay. don’t get him wrong ; june thought it’d be nice, but the window was now closed. well, that’s what he believed. he takes a sip of the lemonade, then hummed with closed lips from quiet contentment. “ shush, all is forgiven since you brought this. ” a hearty laugh escaped from his mouth. “ ya know what ? sure, ten bucks and a cookie it is ! with a good twenty - thousand step count, too. ” june offered his hand as an agreement, proposing a silly little deal between them.

[evigh3t]

      ›    STATUS    :    closed.                   ›    LOCATION    :    old fox books.       ›    FEATURING    :    stellan   &   june   (  @trustmylove  )

it   was   a   peaceful   place   to   work   when   his   own   study   grew   stale.   one   of   the   comfortable   little   reading   chairs   in   the   back   corner   of   old fox books   was   stellan's   office   for   the   afternoon,   tapping   slowly   on   the   laptop   that   he   had   never   quite   learned   how   to   properly   use   to   get   ahead   on   his   marking   backlog.   it   blew   his   mind   listening   to   his   daughter   type   sometimes,   her   fingers   dancing   across   the   keys   at   rocket   speed,   when   he   needed   to   squint   to   properly   discern   which   keys   corresponded   to   which   letters.   it   made   writing   up   his   gradings   all   the   more   difficult.   “excuse   me,”   he   offered   a   kind   smile   to   an   other,   raising   his   hand   as   though   asking for   the   cheque   in   a   restaurant.   maybe   esti   was   right   about   him   needing   glasses.   “can   you   just   …   this   might   sound   ridiculous   …   is   this   an   S   or   a   Z   ?   ”

[trustmylove]

    he wasn’t too close or too far from the other man’s table, noticing that he was on his laptop, working on something. june was so close to falling asleep from being in his own world . . . attempting to decide which book he was going to take home from the pile he had on the table. so what was it going to be: non - fiction, fiction, biography ( never in a million years would he have considered it ), a good - ass mystery book, a manga ? upon hearing an excuse me, the morgan turned his head within the others direction. “ yeah, of course, ” he beamed a kind smile to the man, sauntering over to him ; june hovered behind him, taking a peek at the laptop’s screen, and squinted his eyes a little — he believed that two pairs of eyes are better than one. he cleared his throat, “ that to me looks like a z. ” he let out a sigh, waiting for his reaction, and hoped he helped somehow.

[sundazeds]

status : open for all ( 0 / 4 ) ! location : willow village square.

" there you are ! " gianna announces her presence, hands wrapped around two cups of lemonade to help beat the texas heat. she grins, happy to have finally found her shopping companion. " i forgot how bad the traffic can get out here when it's summer. doesn't help the kids are all going back to school soon. " the attorney hands over the second cup. " i didn't keep you waiting for long, did i ? parking was a nightmare. "

[trustmylove]

    june instantly turned around upon hearing gianna’s voice, the corners of his mouth curving upwards as he noticed her hands seemed quite full — maybe something refreshing ? “ yeah, the traffic is pretty foul, isn’t it ? we’re kind of almost on LA’s level of bad . . . and, i truly forgot about the kids . . . you’re so right, though. ” he honestly couldn’t wait for when the little critters returned to school ; it just seemed less congested that way. the way he liked it. “ thanks, gianna, ” he appreciated the attorney’s gesture, taking the cup from her. “ nah, you didn’t . . . but speakin’ of nightmare, it took me so long to look for a spot — how much d’ya wanna bet i’ll lose the car ? ”

[ethercvl]

open starter | canyon valley country club

✦  after  a  relaxing  morning  swim  in  the  pool  mackenna  had  one  plan  left  before  she  had  to  think  about  the  content  she'd  be  posting  for  the  ranch  that  day.  and  that  line  of  thought  brought  her  to  the  door  of  the  steam  room.  a  love  that  she  had  always  had,  stepping  into  the  steam  filled  room  relieved  the  youngest  whitney  girl  of  any  stress  that  plagued  her  body.  if  she  could  have  she  would  have  spent  a  far  longer  time  than  one  should  in  a  steam  room.  as  her  hand  reaches  for  the  door  she  spots  the  other  in  the  corner  of  her  eye.  "  will  you  be  joining  me  in  the  steam  room  this  morning?  "

[trustmylove]

    it was getting way too hot in the steam room, and he didn’t like it one bit. frankly, june doesn’t do well in the heat — even worse if it’s humid — and it is quite ironic because the weather in willow glen can get pretty sweltering . . . or maybe he just naturally has warm body temperature. anyway, he was on a break, away from the steam, cooling himself with a pleasant, chilly bottle of water, and clearly perspiring a little bit, feeling rather gross. of course it wasn’t a sauna, but it sure as hell was hot. “ oh, i don’t know — maybe, maybe not, ” then a light, airy chuckle escaped from his mouth.

[lovehards]

⌗      𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗻𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝗋      ,             canyon valley country club      . 

                she'd   known   she   wasn't   supposed   to   be   in   there   .   had   only   intended   to   be   in   this   part   of   the   club   in   passing   ,   but   attention   is   easily   caught   by   a   grand   piano   tucked   in   the   corner   of   an   empty   room   ,   soft   light   of   the   setting   sun   spilling   against   the   maple   stain   ⸺   angelic   ,   almost   ,   and   who   was   she   to   not   follow   the   light   .   the   space   itself   doesn't   seem   big   enough   to   be   all   too   important   ,   likely   some   kind   of   banquet   hall   or   conference   room   that   hosted   small   events   that   didn't   need   a   grand   audience   .   steps   will   her   towards   the   piano   before   she   can   think   hard   enough   to   resist   ,   wood   of   the   bench   cool   against   her   skin   ,   fingers   finding   the   keys   like   it   was   exactly   where   they   belonged   .   music   was   so   easy   for   her   to   get   lost   in   ,   eyes   fallen   shut   as   soon   as   the   first   note   rang   from   the   soundboard    .   she   moves   through   the   song   like   it's   a   part   of   her   ,   letting   the   notes   rise   and   fall   as   they   may   until   the   last   lingers   between   her   finger   and   the   key   .   it's   only   then   that   her   eyes   open   ,   barely   in   focus   before   she's   startled   into   pressing   down   a   sour   note   ,   hand   lifted   to   clutch   her   chest   as   a   heavy   breath   accompanies   the   thrashing   of   her   heartbeat   against   her   ribcage   .   "   good   grief   ,   "   said   with   a   laugh   ,   incredulous   ,   tips   of   her   ears   warm   with   the   effects   of   her   own   embarrassment   .   "   sorry   .   .   .   i   wasn't   expecting   anyone   to   be   there   ⸺   well   .   .   .   i   guess   really   i'm   not   supposed   to   be   here   so   maybe   i'm   the   one   that   scared   you   ,   but   .   .   .   "   head   shakes   ,   rambling   ,   sweat   from   her   palms   wiped   against   the   skin   of   her   thighs   .   "   did   they   send   you   here   to   kick   me   out   ?   "

[trustmylove]

    frequenting the country club was a part of june’s routine. did he actually have one ? absolutely not. but no one has to know that. he is here every other day, and somehow, he hasn’t dropped dead of how fucking BORING it was. june was in dire of need of something new in his life. the sound of the piano low-key captivated him. surprisingly, the melody was a lot closer than he thought. now a few yards from the person who was playing the piano . . . and a beautiful song at that. his focus wasn’t entirely on her, however; june was on his mobile device, so lost in a tsunami of his thoughts. the sour note brought him back to reality, and he was just as startled as she was. the former skater flinched out of his skin; a soft laugh produced from his mouth, waving his hand dismissively. “ oh gosh, no— i mean, sure, ya scared the hell outta me, but i’m sure you reacted just the same, ” he clears his throat, and proceeded to apologize, “ i’m so sorry — and no, i don’t even work here to kick you out. but for what ? playing the piano ? ”

[trustmylove]

was that yejun “june” morgan i just saw over at moonlight drive in ? you know, the thirty-seven year old olympic medalist figure skater that’s been around willow glen for most of his life. people around town say they can somehow both be unforgiving and demure, but if you were to ask them, they’d probably say they’re more like a little sadness behind their eyes, lights reflecting on the street after rain, a bluntness that can’t be helped, finding peace in being alone, and neatly folded clothes. the town sure has been rumbling about them lately, apparently they found out that his late parents somehow convinced his skating partner to purposefully sabotage his career, which led to his sudden retirement . . . but who knows if that’s true. i guess i’ll just have to stop by willow park and find out !

GIVEN NAME.  yejun morgan

NICKNAME.  june

AGE.  thirty-seven, ( 37 )

DATE OF BIRTH.  march 29th, 1989

ZODIAC SIGN.  aries

PLACE OF BIRTH.  gwang-ju, south korea

HOMETOWN.  willow glen, texas

ORIENTATION.  demisexual + biromantic

GENDER & PRONOUNS.  cis man, he + him

NATIONALITY.  american

ETHNICITY.  east asian ( south korean )

RELIGION.  n/a, irreligious

LANGUAGES SPOKEN.  english, spanish, italian, latin, & korean

RELATIONSHIP STATUS.  single

CURRENT LOCATION.  willow glen, texas

OCCUPATION.  momentarily unemployed, recently retired

FINANCIAL STATUS.  👀

EDUCATION LEVEL.  high school diploma + an associate degree in tbd

SUBPLOT.  the founding family, muse m

    ⚞  APPEARANCE  ⚟

FACE CLAIM.  im siwan

HEIGHT.  5 feet 6 inches / 167 centimeters

HAIR & EYE COLOR.  dark brown + black

TATTOOS.  n/a

PIERCINGS.  n/a

    ⚞  FAMILIAL DETAILS  ⚟

PARENTS.  henry morgan & mrs. morgan

SIBLINGS.  meredith “edie” morgan, muse j, snow morgan, & muse l

CHILDREN.  none

PETS.  a calico cat named mimi & a russian blue named shadow.

CONNECTIONS.  tbd

    ⚞  PERSONALITY TRAITS  ⚟

✅  demure, adaptable, empathetic, unpretentious, observant

❎  unforgiving, reserved, bewildered, cautious, distant

    ⚞  BACKSTORY  ⚟

june’s welcome into the world wasn’t as grand as his life turned out to be. the orphanage gave him the name yejun . . . not his biological parents. but why did the name stick ? was it because he was reaching 3 years of age ? who knows. obviously, they didn’t want him under unknown circumstances. not a single note was left with the abandoned infant. however, little did the morgans know that his life was saved; he’d never publically outright say this, though.

june was always known to be quiet and somewhat oblivious to what transpired, but a good kid overall. he was attached at the matriarch’s hip as if he felt like he’d be abandoned again. sometimes, you would think he would follow his older siblings around, like a little duckling, but he wouldn’t because he’d invariably get distracted by the little things out in the world — too soft for his own good. not to mention the age gaps between them ( he didn’t care about that ... ) ; the secret admiration was there, but always at a distance.

he can’t remember where the aspiration for ice skating struck, but he loved being on the ice . . . and he was fucking good at it, too. his parents realized he had the talent for it. be it for achieving olympic gold or gaining praises, june didn’t really know since he’d be the one training / practicing for however long he could go . . . with blood, sweat, & tears. countless hours at a skating rink would have sent him to the hospital for exhaustion. no, it absolutely did not; happen ! what do you mean ? almost happened a few times, though not many people knew. he refused and preservered every single time.

things would go according to plan, whether it was june’s personal life or on the rink. he was in & out of town more times than he could count, competing and winning first place every chance he got. of course, he didn’t win all the time. it should be noted that he was a good sportsman during his career, which was of upmost importance. parting ways with his skates wasn’t easy . . . but it had to happen. let’s just say he was forced to after being caught off-guard by devious plans to have him injured. it was so destructive that he had not caught on too quickly. however, the way he’d fall onto the ice was alarming enough as it was, and the show had to be stopped . . . canceled & rescheduled for a later date he wouldn’t even return to.

it’s been a year now. he’s been couped up in his home, but still reaches out to those close to him — he’s selectively social, and since it was abroad, he refuses to share details of what occurred. june doesn’t know what to do, and with henry morgan, his dad’s recent passing, he’s just there . . . around. he’s mourning but grief is a silly little thing. what the fuck can a thirty-seven year old do ? pretend that everything is okay.

[shanehollanderilyarozanov]

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