thereâs a thick tension in the air for spirit week. one that comes with hushed whispers and a clamour whenever their class does well. the game has already been on for a couple minutes, the students being divided into classes and students being picked off like fish in a barrel. the white lines deeming the edge of the field of play too constricting until there less and less students left in play. in woosunâs mind, heâs playing this game for korea; heâs the pride of the team, heâs going to win them gold at the olypmics. all he needs to do is be the last man standing.
the ball was in woosunâs hands, fingers curling and pressing in as he selected a target from the team on the other side of the line. itâs not that he enjoyed being violentâand dodgeball was violentâbut he had promised his class that he would make certain they won and he was going to keep that promise. hasty and urgent steps as he moved forward, throwing the ball much like he would a baseball down the pitch. straight, direct, connecting with the other boys leg. the success and pride was short lived when he glanced around to find where the other balls were, seeing one aimed right for bin. his best friend. his teammate.Â
âbin!â
sound move faster than his body, but his feet push him forward anyways. his eyes remain open, following the ball and he dive for it, fingers curling on the texture. a noise elicits from the force when it hits his chest; something between a breath and a sigh of relief. the taller boy turns his head, looking back to see if his best friend was still in place and holding out the ball towards him. sweat stuck his brown bangs to his skin, leaving him wiping away the droplets on the sleeve of his shirt. âhere! you throw it. iâm a better defender!â woosun offers, not because itâs the truth, but because he genuinely prefers not having to through balls full speed at another person.
Moon Bin was not a fan of participating in sports (he hates expending energy unless absolutely necessary), but that did not, by any means, say that he was not athletic. Athleticism came with the job description and lifestyle he choseâSo he has look the part of a young, strapping leading man out to steal hearts across South Korea.
It was how he found himself coerced by his best friend into a match of dodgeball, of all things. He loved the movie, make no mistake of that. He knew the rules and the 5 D's of the game, but he prefers being a spectator rather than an active participant. But how can he say 'no' to the ecstatic face of Bae Woosun? That's the thing: you don't, just do.
In the midst of the game, Bin moves whenever Woosun does, providing support when needed and watching his back like he knows he would his. A dodgeball rolls innocently from Bin's peripheral vision and the teenager makes a mad dash for it. The opposing team had more members on the court than his own, and the odds looked slim. But if Bin was anything, he was tenacious when he wanted to be.
"Dodge, duck, dip, dive, dodge!" Bin mutters under his breath as he grips the dodgeball in his hand and aims at the enemy. He pumps his fist in the air, basking in his triumph when he hits his targetâonly for his victory to be short lived when he hears Woosun crying out his name. Panicked, the teenager backpedals, watching in awe as Woosun catches the dodgeball, automatically taking it's thrower out of the game.
"Nice one, Woosun!" Bin crows, taking the ball with one hand and putting out his other for a high five. "Leave vanguard to me, so watch my back! I'll leave these punks in the dust."
Ever confident, Bin takes a low stance that mirrors a crouch, moving his weight from foot to foot as he looks for an opening. When he sees a weakness in his opponent's defense, he strikes and ducks out of the way when the enemy counterstrikes once one of their own has fallen. Grabbing another ball off the court, Bin repeats the process, unaware that he had a target on his back.
Box upon boxes piled up within the halls of the manor as his mother prepared for her departure with his sister. And he played even less with his sister who did nothing but cryâreminding him once again that they were living on borrowed time. Every night ended like the night before: full of fighting and ending in tears. Until the inevitable day his sister and mother are no longer there when he wakes.
It is then that home loses its meaning.
He spends less and less time within the home he was raised in and ventures into the castle of his youth: His fatherâs hotel. Since he could walk, Bin has accompanied his father whenever he had business with the hotel and other buildings his father purchased and then leased to smaller businesses and boutiques. His father claimed it was to familiarize his son with the enterprise he would inevitably inherit, and Bin lived for those days where his father let Bin run freely within the grandiose building while he entertained business partners and went to meetings. And in that time, Bin has found countless little nooks and hiding places, secret passages and shortcuts into the kitchens.
He held so much knowledge about his imaginative castle, but had no one to share it with.
He comes back to the present when the telltale woosh! of the hotelâs revolving door catches Bin and his fatherâs attention. Peering from behind his fatherâs leg, the young boy can see in the hotel foyer a family who looked to be checking in. From his vantage point, Bin sees a boy who couldnât be any older than him. Perking up at the prospect of a playmate, Bin tugs on his fatherâs hand, gesturing with his eyes and a tilt of his head at the family mere feet from them.
Without waiting for his fatherâs permission, Bin makes his way towards the boy. He offers a toothy grin before holding out his hand, wiggling his fingers, âIâm Bin. I want you to play with me.â
hi. this is moon bean, and ty for accepting and welcoming me. here's a rundown of mah boi and a few plots i've got.
âmoon bin and his sister are the products of a whirlwind romance gone sour between a prima ballerina and heir to a hotel franchise.
âbin, as a child, believes the palace to be his proverbial kingdom. but it houses a lot of secrets that he'll eventually find out once he inherits the empire. a little mystery never hurt anyone. and secrets def spice up life.
âbin's mother, eleanor jung, put him through multiple dance classes and piano lessons. all of which are palor tricks he perfoms at his mother's little gatherings
âbin loves his mother. idolizes her, even. he's watched every performance of hers before she had him and his sister. she's the inspiration that drives him to be the best he can be because she believed in him more than anyone else. bin's mother is his biggest fan.
âbin's hasn't seen his mother and sister since his parents split. save for the necessary holiday cards and delivered birthday gifts. the divorce was that bad.
âafter his mother left, bin jumped head first into his fledgling acting/model career because he felt like he wasn't getting the attention he deserved. so he sought it out by building a fanbase, which only fed his ever growing ego.
plots
i dont have a lot of plots going for me rn, but here's some ideas and relationships that ive got for now.
Dunkin Donuts â M
Youâre two peas in a pod, a dynamic duo, Batman and Robin, the greatest of friends.
Tutor â M/F 1st Year
Bin is having trouble juggling school as well as show business, and heâs heard from the teachersâwho directed him in your wayâthat youâre a top notch student. Cue his begging you for mercy and tutoring so his father will get off his ass.
Fashion Week â M/F (this is probably a seasonal thing)
Itâs fashion week and Bin has been invited with instructions to bring a plus one.
Photograph â M/F
Photography is a hobby of his that stems from his modeling career. Instead of being in front of the camera, heâs behind it for a change. From his phone to polaroid, heâs seen documenting things from what he eats to the sunset.
Piano Hands â M/F Orchestra Club Member/Any
Heâs played the piano since he was a boy. Playing for his mother and father at parties as entertainment and performing at recitles. But since his parents split, he couldnât bring himself to touch the instrument. But you stumble upon him one day tinkering with the grand piano hidden in the ochestraâs club room.
Ghostbuster â M/F Paranormal Investigator Club Member/Any
Bin is a firm believer in ghosts, and rumor has it theres quite a few haunting Sunhwaâs halls. Moon Bin has made it his goal to find it and send it to its final resting place.
Caught Red Handed â M/F
True to his fatherâs word, Bin was allowed to audition for a web drama. As heâs rehearsing, you stumble upon him kissing a teddy bearâto which he pulls away when he spots you and claims its all in the name of practice. Believe it or not?
some random plot bunnies
âyouâre really bad at beer pong but you do this pretty cute dance before you throw the ball so iâm letting you stay on my team
âyou threw up on my shoesâŚtwice
âour mutual friend dared the two of us to chug a whole pint of beer and iâm not going to let you beat me
âyouâre my friendâs friend who happened to be there in the right place and right time because the model i was supposed to work with had food poisoning and iâm hiring you as a favor to my friend so you better be good.
âroad trip over summer break, fuck high society parties. lets get down and dirty.
His phone had been vibrating all throughout his morning classes. The temptation to pull out his cell came across his mind often, but with the hawklike vision of his homeroom teacher, Moon Bin would prefer to forgo getting caught and possibly given detention. But the moment class ended, the dark haired teenager pulls out the sleek device and reviews the ten messages and fifteen missed calls from his manager. Cursing under his breath, Bin checks his voicemail and the urgency of his manager's tone sets him on edge.
"Bin-nim, it's a travesty! The model you're supposed to work with cancelled last minuteâdue to food poisoning no less!"
Hissing through clenched teeth, Bin pinched the bridge of his nose with his thumb and index finger. More problems for him to deal with.
"I've tried phoning for substitutes, butâfunnily enoughâeveryone seems to be doing something!"
The voicemail continued with his manager going on a tirade on how cosmic intervation was cockblocking revenue. Exiting his voicemail, Bin goes straight to his contacts in search of one of the many Gretchen Weiners of Sunhwa.
"Hey, it's me, I have a favor to ask of you," Bin laughs. "Do you know any girls who're free this afternoon?"
Lin Yang. That is the name of his saving grace. The apt description provided to him by his inside source was simply: tall Amazonian. Walking through the hallways, Bin gives every girl that passes by a once over, but Amazon doesn't seem to quite fit the thin and petite girls of Sunhwa. As he reaches the end of the hall a shadow looms over him, causing him to do a double take.
"Holy shit, she wasn't kidding," Bin snorts. Quickening his gait, Bin catches up to the girl by touching her elbow.
"Excuse me, are you Yang? Lin Yang?" Bin inquires. "I've got a question to ask you, mind listening?"
He points to Binâs face with his nose, aiming for the scone dust on his cheek. âNow that would look good in a picture.â
"Oh. Yeah, you're right, I did ask," Bin blinks owlishly, having remembered that he had indeed asked the other's opinion. Butâhe had gotten side tracked at the prospect of drama. "Eh, I think that one looks alright. I'll post it later and tag you. Maybe you'll get a few more followers for your efforts."
The scones at Sunhwa were surprisingly good, they almost rivaled the pastries from his father's hotel chain. He'd have to go on a diet after digging into his third scone. Or was it fourth? He had lost track already. Snagging another from the plate, he dips the scone into his coffee and pops the scone into his mouth. Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, his ears perk up at Haneul's gesture towards his face.
"What?" Picking up his discarded phone, Bin looks at his face, thumbing away stray crumbs from his cheek. "I dunno about that one, Haneul. It's almost uncouth. What would my fans think?"
Truthfully yeah, Haneul thinks Bin is adorable in a shitty self-entitled way, yet adorable nonetheless. But if he has to take another picture⌠God.
"That's...so sweet," Bin speaks slowly, his head tilting as he ponders Haneul's words. Complimentsâfrom his experienceâalways had an ulterior motive. Perhaps that's not the best way to think of the niceness of others, but it's saved his hide countless times thinking as such.
The dark haired teen stares at his elder, analyzing him whilst breaking into another scone, "Where's the sudden compliments coming from, Haneul? Do you need something?"
He pops a piece of his scone into his mouth before he ducks closer to Haneul, whispering excitedly, "You're not in any kind of trouble are you? If you are, I can hide you out in my hotel to wait out whatever storm you walked into."
If there's anything Bin loves more than himself, it's drama.
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