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ye-jin an || 24 || the child of zeus || owns the rec

[yejixan]

[ CHAN LEE, HE/THEY, NONBINARY ]  —  [ YE-JIN AN ]  is a child of  [ ZEUS ]  with the power of  [ ELECTROKINSES ] .  they were born in  [ 1997 ]  and have been in nemean lion since  [ 2009 ] .  with the change, they  [ GRADUATED FROM ]  the  [ BUSINESS ]  role which makes sense since they’re usually  [ IN THE SQUARE OR WORKING ON THEIR THIRD CUP OF COFFEE OF THE DAY ] .  if you’d like to meet them try the  [ SUN ]  building .

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name: ye-jin an

age: 24

pronouns: he/they

birthday: june 4th

track/job: business & the rec(tangle) manager

sexuality: queer

He’s the product of two selfish and irresponsible individuals, Zeus and An Hyeri. They met on a random night, both with wild and unpredictable nature. One thing led to another and he was born, no tears, just a look of annoyance. Because he had to be brought into a world where he shared the blood with two careless individuals.

He never learned of his father ( better yet, sperm donor ) since his mother didn’t know him. Not like she cared, she was such a flimsy and go with the wind type of woman that it angered Ye-Jin. Constantly coming home late, always drinking, always sleeping, such a messy person, God why him. It was like Hyeri was the child and Ye-Jin was the parent. Her complete opposite, Ye-Jin was strong willed, upfront, mature, and independent. Even as a child he caught the eye of many adults who complimented him for his maturity, saying how they wished their own children were like him. He never liked those compliments because it wasn’t like he was like this on purpose, he had to be. He much rather be outside playing with the other boys his age, he just couldn’t.

Despite his annoyance about his mother and her childish personality, he did love her and couldn’t just leave her. She was a terrible mother but she was still a good person. Her cooking was horrid but it was thought that came with it. She was never around when he got out of school but she always made sure to buy his favorite ice cream every Friday. They couldn’t always hang out but she made an effort to show up for all school events. And whenever the two were spotted in public together, everyone always believed they were more like siblings than a mother and son. Ye-Jin also felt the same way. “Ye-Jin,” she would slur his name after a night of drinking. “You’re a good kid. Mom wouldn’t know what she would do without you.”

Hyeri needed him and in a way he also needed her.

However, their relationship soon collapsed as he turned twelve. Hyeri took the next few days off to go on a camping trip with Ye-Jin. He always wanted to go on one when he was younger but never could because his mother was always working. Until that week where she promised to dedicate all of her time to him. Things were going great, the two were having fun, they were smiling and acting like a normal family. He was at his happiest moment until it transformed into one of his most tragic ones. It was a monster that showed up and attacked the two. Luckily heroes arrived to save them but only when it was too late. Hyeri had been badly injured and Ye-Jin lost his right leg.

After taking the two to the hospital, the heroes told him that he was a demigod just like them, that was why he was attacked. He figured that he was something different after an incident a month ago occurred. Where he learned of his ability on a simple accident from messing around at home with the light board. He never told Hyeri of it because he didn’t want to worry or scare her, unfortunately, he ended up doing just that. When his mother awakened and was told of this new information, she looked at her child with pure horror and fear. As if he was the monster that attacked her. He couldn’t even stay in the same room as her without her shaking uncontrollably or screaming for him to leave. An Hyeri no longer needed him but he needed her more than ever.

The heroes brought up Nemean Lion as a safe haven for him, he’ll receive protection and be surrounded by fellow demigods. He accepted it right away, only to protect his mother from any more monsters. Unfortunately he had to wait a few weeks before boarding a plane to America, a foreign place where he didn’t know the language at all. All he had were the heroes who rescued him and the Greek language that came to him naturally.

Not only that, he had to continue with his rehabilitation in America. He felt even more distant and alone throughout this process, the one parent he used to rely on no longer wanted him. Then there was his father Zeus, the bastard who cursed him. Ye-Jin believed that if it wasn’t for the God’s selfish and reckless nature, none of this would’ve happened. His mother wouldn’t be in the hospital, she would be fine and healthy. As for Ye-Jin? He wouldn’t have been born and he was okay with that. He had given up on life, there was no need for him to continue living anymore. Only one other demigod gave him the hope to keep on going, the reminder that he was needed and that Hyeri will always love him. That soon enough, others will need and love him as well.

That was all a traumatized twelve year old needed to hear before getting his life together.

Once reserved and unable to speak, Ye-Jin snapped back to his usual straightforward and organized self. He made friends, learned how to control his ability, more about the Gods, the monsters, and how to coexist without his right leg. A temporary prosthetic leg was given to him, just to see if he’ll be fine with it. At first, he didn’t wear it unless told to, he kept to the wheelchair given to him. But as the months went on, he was seen using it more before deciding on getting a permanent prosthetic leg.

Ye-Jin never left NL, he had nowhere to go and he really didn’t want to leave. He stayed there and helped out, spending his years as an RA before aiming even higher by running the rec. Some of the money he gets, he would send it to Hyeri. He hasn’t talked to her since, the last he heard of her was that she was staying with his grandparents. An urge to pick up a phone and call her was always there but never enough to actually go through with it. He’ll be fine just sending her money and keeping his distance from her.

wanted connections : : 

the heroes that saved him (2/2) : : ye-jin is very much in debt of these two! they protected not only him but also his mother, so he owes them his life. in his eyes, the can do no wrong. like ever. 

the demigod who gave him the will to live : : now he holds this individual on a high pedestal because when he was at his lowest, they were there for him. literally has their back no matter what

best friend / a trio (2/2): : everyone needs a best friend or two, which includes ye-jin. i just want a group who he goes to whenever he’s feeling down or exhausted because of work 

demigods who are on his shit list : : he’s a perfectionist who needs everything to be in the right order, that includes everything that happens in the rec. and knowing the crazy demigods we all have, i’m sure one of them has pissed him off a few times. so he literally has their on his shit list ( it’s in his room! )

hookups : : ye-jin gets around during his freetime, he deserves it tbh 

literally ANYTHING! i’m down for whatever folks

[yejixan]

nightfallens​:

@yejixan​ / where: ye-jin’s office

“here you go, your coffee. just how you like it,” whitney’s not so much a caffeine addict like their sibling, so they settle for an iced tea instead. “okay hear me out, the rec could use a little more pizzazz, don’t you think?” they hand over their sketchbook to ye-jin. “these are just thumbnails, but it doesn’t hurt to appreciate a good mural once in a while.”

“Thank you.” As soon as it was in their hands, Ye-Jin was already sipping from it. Their day never officially started until there was caffeine in their system. Honestly, Ye-Jin figured that Whitney wanted something, everyone wanted something, so they weren’t too surprised to see the sketchbook being given to them. “Why murals?” 

[yejixan]

solarstcrms​:

“like what?”  her head tilted to the side in question, hands already full of watermelon guts purely because she knew it would bother ye-jin. she held a dripping hand out to them.  “want some?”

“Like... this.” They scrunched up their nose, eyes darting between the watermelon guts and Juniper. “No, I don’t want any of it. I don’t know where your hands been.” 

[yejixan]

petalshields​:

The thought is more comforting than she cares to admit, that Ye-Jin doesn’t think she’s heartless. It simmers on her skin like the lingering scratch of a struck match. “Too nice, maybe,” Freya returns. “Classic Ye-Jin is a menace.” ‘Heartless’ is just the tip of a melting iceberg as Freya warms, another step closer, fingers crawling on the railing of the balcony. The space between her brow folds. “And that concerns me…?” She’s serious. Ye-Jin wouldn’t have stepped out with her if they wanted fairness. “I’m just being honest, and this is how you thank me?” Freya tsks. What does it matter if she’ll miss them when it doesn’t sway her decision? The price of honesty is a bit too high anyway, and she blames the bad press for how she keeps her tongue clamped between her teeth. Instead she fills the air with laughter at Ye-Jin’s little act, because that’s precisely what it is — an act, a concession that doesn’t mean anything. “So close, Ye-Jin. So close, but that was a solid nine,” Freya chuckles, lifting her hand to stroke a ringed finger along their lapel. The only stutter in her rhythm mirrored how her heart skipped at their softened tone, how they gave her their jacket, how warm it is to be missed even if it’s false. Her head tilts, amused. “Nine and a half,” Freya murmurs, head tilting up. “I’ll say I’ll miss you if you can give me a ten.” 

She wasn’t wrong, they were acting too nice right now but it was the mood of the event. They couldn’t act like their usual self, pessimistic and stiff, they needed to let the melody of laughter and music feel them with good energy. It made them smile more, laugh, and crack harmless jokes with Freya. And sober this time, that was the most important part. “You’re toying with me, aren’t you? Nine and a half?” Honestly, Ye-Jin should’ve just taken that number, accepting the fact that nine and a half was the highest number they’ll get from her. To step back and look out at the winter wonderland that surrounded them, to just avoid her eye and the moment of softness all together. But Ye-Jin was stubborn and extremely confident in themself-- a cursed trait they acquired from their father-- they couldn’t step back. Instead, they stepped forward, head tilted upwards to look at her. omg sometimes i forget that yejin is a short king. They breathed in, breathed out before they grabbed the front of their jacket and pulled her down, Ye-Jin’s lips connecting with hers. It was brief and even when the kiss came to an, they were still relatively close to her. “I’m going to miss you so much, Freya. Dont... don’t forget about me when you go.” 

[yejixan]

solarstcrms​:

OPEN  //  @nlupdates​

“happy birthday to me! instead of letting the personal party ban get to me and setting this staff building on fire, i’ve channeled my energy into something less awesome for the greater good. volcanoes might be off-limits but check this out:”  juniper plops down, places a watermelon between her legs, and crushes it with her thighs.  “sick, right?”

If it was anyone else but Juniper, he would’ve found it hot. “Why are you like this?” 

[yejixan]

kaverett​:

@yejixan​

Normally, he’s fine with being on his own or standing on the outskirts of a crowd and doing his own thing. Mostly because other people make him nervous or they bring out a side of him that could be considered shy (ew). This is a party, however, and the masquerade aspect probably helps a bit. “You think it’d be considered extremely lame to dip out of this early to go study?” He’s seen them around campus constantly studying themselves so he doesn’t think it’s too farfetched of a question to ask. 

“Extremely.” Ye-Jin could understand wanting to leave from the party, he would love to do the same, but to study? He could never. “Why leave to study when you can do other stuff? Such as enjoy the night sky or relax in the spa, anything that’s not studying.” 

[yejixan]

petalshields​:

“Introspection is a nightmare. That’s why I don’t do it.” Freya never really dealt with any of her shit, just spray-painted it gold and pretended that it’d be worth something someday. On nights like tonight, all it seemed to do is take up space. “Aren’t I? I’m just repeating what you tell me,” she pointed out. “Either you think I have a heart or you don’t, Ye-Jin. Pick one already.” Whatever they think, Freya wants to hear them say it. A smile curls her lips, dull light beginning on her skin. “Nuh-uh, that was a four. Not even passable. Say you’ll miss me so much it hurts.” Ye-Jin is standing in front of her and it feels as if they’re already saying goodbye instead of rehearsing it. “I might miss you too, but who knows? We’ll have to see how I feel when the time comes.”

“And when have I ever called you heartless? That doesn’t sound like me.” But they were gently smiling, the light hearted banter easing them. “You have a heart, Freya. Everyone does.” Ye-Jin was slowly forgetting that there was a party taking place a few feet from the duo, not like they cared. This was... nice. Enjoyable. They laughed, lightly shaking their head as they did so. “You want me to tell you that I’ll miss you while you’re telling me that you might miss me? How fair is that!” Fair or not, there was lightness to their voice, finding all of this amusing. “Alright, fine. Freya,” Ye-Jin began. “I’m going to miss you so much when you leave. As soon as you step foot out of NL, my heart will literally shatter into a million pieces. It’ll kill me to see you go.” Their words held nothing more than playfulness, a snicker that slipped between their lips with each exaggerated phrase. Until it came to an end and there was silence, a beat, before they continued, this time with gentle and meaningful words, “This place won’t be the same without you.” 

[yejixan]

petalshields​:

Freya pulls the jacket tighter around her as she tries to imagine relying on someone. It contradicts everything she’s been taught, and the chances of someone disappointing you were too high for her comfort. If Freya didn’t depend on anyone, the only person that should be capable of harming her is herself. So why is her chest so tight? "So, have you considered that you may be the problem?” Freya jests limply, turning to look at Ye-Jin. Her eyes skim along the outline of their profile, light shining from their features like they’re radiating from within. “I’m teasing, of course,” she clarifies. She wonders for a moment if Ye-Jin will miss her teasing them and deflecting, riling them up. “Can’t break what you don’t have,” Freya quips, shuffling closer. “Don’t deny it. You’ll miss me.”

“... Sometimes.” Every night actually, though it was getting better. It was a slow process, of Ye-Jin having to unlearn all of that shit, but it was a process they needed to take their time with. A stiff nod. “Of course.” Of course she wa teasing, that was why Ye-Jin gave her a half assed response. “Are you telling me that you’re heartless?” They’ve called her heartless before, either to someone or to her face, but this was different. It felt different. Silence, they let her words wash over them, as if she was the ocean and Ye-Jin was the shore. Then they shrugged. “Okay, maybe I will miss you. Just a little though.” 

[yejixan]

petalshields​:

Freya looks at the jacket being handed to her like Ye-Jin is handing her a handkerchief. A used handkerchief. She clears her throat as she plucks the jacket from their hand, sliding her arm through each sleeve. This ruins her outfit, but the lining is still warm with Ye-Jin’s body heat. It comforts Freya. “Right, no one. Friends suck,” Freya says. “They’re useless, and you make them cry, and I still can’t even stand you.” She’s almost pissed that they’re looking at the view when they could be looking at her, but she follows their gaze at the dense forest underneath the balcony, the stray lights scattered across the fresh snow, the mountains in the distance. “You know I’ll leave you one day.” A disembodied voice that sounds like Freya, but surely couldn’t be Freya, speaks what she thinks. “Once my album is finished, and touring starts, it’ll be like I was never here. Physically.” A beat. “Try to get sick of me before then, so I’ll break your heart less.”

“Friends do suck,” they agreed, joking of course, before they were looking at her again, smile small on their face. “But they’re also nice to have around. Even though they’re annoying, it’s nice to have someone you can rely on whenever you need them.” Ye-Jin most annoying friend, well, their only annoying friend was Alessio which was funny. The other demigod infuriated them 90% of the time and yet... they couldn’t see a world without them. A part of them hoped that Freya had someone like that in her life. The talk about her leaving them hit them harder than expect, Ye-Jin inhaling and exhaling from their nose, their smile completely gone. “It’s alright. I’m used to people leaving.” Their mother left them years ago, Zeus was never there, hell, even Alessio left not too long ago. Ye-Jin could add Freya to the collection, they didn’t mind. They did, their chest felt tight and they couldn’t look at her anymore. But they did laugh for a second time, though it was dry and humorless, forced too. “Bold of you to assume that you leaving will break my heart. Maybe it’ll be your heart breaking when you leave me.” 

[yejixan]

petalshields​:

“I don’t know what Apollo’s dominion has to do with you,” Freya snaps. “No lip tonight, Ye-Jin.” She brought Apollo up and Ye-Jin fell right into her trap, but the weight of the faking niceties, of minding tomorrow’s tabloid headlines, of silencing the judgments and forgetting tearful eyes could ground her to shimmery powder. She can’t throw the door open fast enough, and she realizes that she should’ve made Ye-Jin open the door for her after chilly air hits her shoulders. Freja, the pop star, doesn’t handle her own doorknobs. But Freya the demigod relishes in the escape. “We don’t have to be friends,” she specifies, since Ye-Jin insists on dancing on her nerves. Freya tucks her arms close to her body but it does little to shield her from the cold. “I don’t need friends,” she lies. “We’re just using each other for tonight. Nothing new. That’s what we’ve been doing all this time, isn’t it?”

And they listened, for once. They raised their hands in surrender, giving Freya this one win since she was helping them escape their own personal hell. And being outside was much better than indoors, well, except for the cold part, but Ye-Jin had layers of clothing to keep themself from shivering. Of course, they weren’t friends, not even in the slightest. Ye-Jin had probably three friends in total and Freya wasn’t one of them. And yet she was their only not friend who acted as a wall of comfort when they with their mother again, and even now she was their only not friend who whisked them away from the party. Another look in her direction and they were shrugging their suit jacket off, holding it out for Freya to take. “Right because who needs friends in this economy?” They said, staring out into the far distances. “And we’ll keep using each other until we get sick of each other.” I almost typed out until we die but had to delete it and take a mental lap. 

[yejixan]

petalshields​:

“Rebranding,” she responds automatically as if that’s why she’s compelled to be “chummy.” It’s safer than clueing Ye-Jin in on the conversation looping in her head. “And I won’t have anyone associated with me moping in a corner like they get no bitches.” She doesn’t count herself as one of their bitches, mind you, but she doesn’t need to. Love’s probably running around here somewhere with her man-child of a “boyfriend.” “Ah, excuse me!” She holds a finger up. One thing Freya doesn’t play about is her classically-trained musical abilities. “Which one of us is the daughter of Apollo? God of perfect pitch?” She just made that up. To answer her own question, she points to herself, strategically above her cleavage. “Exactly.” While Ye-Jin deliberates, Freya sips from her glass, timing a casual glance to the dance-floor for no particular reason. And she forgets to slowly carry her gaze forward to appear unbothered, but, when Ye-Jin replies, she isn’t totally aware of how disdain fell on her features, how her hand tightened around her glass. “Yes, let’s,” she agrees, nodding, already pulling herself toward the door. “Ye-Jin, what could possibly be my motive?” If she didn’t have one before, she does now: putting as much distance between her and the dance-floor as possible. I could use a friend. “Is it so wrong to think you could use a friend?”

“Like they get no bitches--” They were appalled by the statement because Ye-Jin An had bitches, though, they would never refer to their FWB and EWBs as bitches, Freya included. It was sad to think how similar they were to their father, like father, like child. “No, I’m not going to acknowledge anymore than necessary.” It would be pointless and childish. Ye-Jin rolled their eyes. “Your father is not the God of perfect pitch.” Always so technical, especially when it came to the Gods. There was a moment when Ye-Jin looked at her, a spare few seconds where they were really looking at her, as if they were trying to find something. A reason for her rebranding, why she wanted their company of all people, why she was being... nice. It left them confused and a bit anxious, though they kept it hidden, following behind Freya as if they were thankful she was doing this for them. Which they were, in a way. Even Ye-Jin took comfort in having another body nearby. “Oh, so we’re friends now? That’s funny.” They didn’t laugh but the corner of their lips did tweak upwards. “If I recall, you told me that we weren’t friends when I dropped off the gift my mother sent you.” 

[yejixan]

quietepics​:

       ❛  —  YOU THINK SO ?  thanks ,  i  tried  my  best .  first  impressions  are  important ,  right ?  ❜  the  brunette  giggled ,  almost  completely  sure  she  didn’t  know  her  date .  or  maybe  she  did  but ,  well ,  it’s  hard  to  tell  with  sibel .  ❛  are  you  having  fun ?  everybody  looks  so  lovely ,  it’s  impossible  not  to  be  in  good  spirits !  ❜ 

She seemed nice which made Ye-Jin feel bad. She was stuck with a shit date aka them. “They are,” they said, agreeing with her. “... Yeah, I’m having fun. It’s hard not to have fun at stuff like this.” Siri play Liar Liar by Oh My Girl!!! “Everyone went out with this, which makes me happy. Imagine not dressing up extravagantly for this?” 

[yejixan]

petalshields​:

“First of all, relax. That joke didn’t need your help.” Gods, why did Aphrodite parties always bring out the worst in people? “I’m trying to be…chummy.” No one was here to have a good time, to two-step in dresses that barely covered their ass, to kiss masked mysterious strangers. Freya shifts from red-bottomed foot-to-red-bottomed foot, her distaste at their answers plain on her features. “I’m not drinking, I’m not a partier,” she mocks childishly in a hoarse voice that sounds nothing like Ye-Jin. “Lucky for you, I’m here to fix that. I’ll even give you options, since you hate to do as I say.” Freya smiles at that, it’s something she likes about them. Disgusting. “We can get you out on the dance floor or get you some fresh air. The only rule for both is that you’re gonna have to trust me.”

They opened their mouth and then closed it. She was trying to be... chummy? With them? “Interesting... why?” Did Freya want something from them? Maybe she wanted to reserve the entire Rec and use it for an upcoming party? That sounded like something she would do, where she would invite all of her celeb friends and the press, her own personal heaven and Ye-Jin’s personal hell. Or maybe, just maybe, Freya was just being like this... just to be nice for once. They shuddered at the idea. There was no way. Especially not as she poorly mocked them, Ye-Jin rolling their eyes at how she portrayed them. “I do not sound like that,” they said. “Oh lucky me.” But they were interested in these options, more curious than excited. They looked between Freya, the dance floor, and the doors that lead outside before completely looking up at the other. Only one of those options sounded like heaven to them but it was the idea of trusting her that set them back... Could they trust Freya of all people? The answer was-- “Let’s get some fresh air,” they answered. “I don’t know what you have planned but... I’ll trust you. Just for tonight.” 

[yejixan]

petalshields​:

If anyone else was looking at them, it must be to emulate them in some fashion. To note the cape, to plan how they’d wear it. Not Freya, though. Aside from never taking fashion advice from Ye-Jin, she’s here to admire the view and perform a little check-up on her entanglement. It’s been a while. Freya scoffs lightly, her palm pushing off of Ye-Jin’s shoulder. “Please, you know that’s not what this is.” People who didn’t know her well enough were the only ones who called her anything akin to kind. Ye-Jin should know better. It’s disconcerting to admit that they should know her at all, to be as familiar with her as she is with them. “Started drinking without me?” Freya assumes that explains the impaired judgement. The last time they complimented her freely — she couldn’t even recall. “Can’t help but notice you don’t look like you’re having fun.”

They looked up at her with narrowed eyes, not at all appreciating being pushed. “Of course,” they said. “What was I thinking? You actually being kind for once? Impossible.” She wasn’t kind to them and Ye-Jin wasn’t kind to her, it was a mess really and neither cared. It was just the slip of the tongue on their part, a fatal mistake thinking that maybe she could be genuinely kind towards them. How silly of them. “I’m not drinking,” Ye-Jin said. Not after what happened last time. Though, in this moment Ye-Jin wished that they were drinking, just to give themself something to do. “Is it that obvious?” Most likely. “I’m not a partier, you know this.” 

[woozi]

just some guy

[yejixan]

opaldaisy​:

—  ˚   love  laughs,  smile  hazy  and  cheeks  flushed  as  the  masquerade  ball  continues  into  the  night  .  yejin’s  silhouette  is  far  too  familiar,  a  figure  planted  inside  her  head  .  she  thinks  she  could  recognize  them  from  a  mile  away  .  a  half  empty  cup  of  booze  and  ice  swirl  in  her  cup  as  she  approaches  them,  nearly  spilling  it  over  .  “  wanna  hear  a  seeecret  ?  ”  clover  starts,  stops,  and  giggles  for  a  moment  .  “  no  one  was  as  fun  to  kiss  in  paris  as  you  .  ”   ✧  @yejixan​

Finally, someone who brought a genuine smile to their face. “Oh?” They waited for her answer, almost leaning in to show how interested they were. And it was in fact an interesting secret, Ye-Jin chuckling because of it. “Really? You’re not just saying that to make me feel better, right?” 

[yejixan]

LOCATION && WITH WHOM : : THE BALL W / @quietepics​

"I believe you're my date," they said, smile tight. "You look beautiful."