hello everyone ! i’m meg, a twenty year old currently living in est that uses she/her prounouns. i’m super boring and there’s not really much to know about me aside from the fact that i’m absolutely whipped for stray kids and i’m a huge ass nerd ! remember that and you already know me pretty well !!! yongjoon is a bit more complex and a lot less boring than me, so feel free to read more about him under the cut and get to know him too ! this is just a short summary with some bullets on my boy but you can read a full biography on my blog right here, so definitely check that out too ! last but not least, let’s plot ! you can like this and i’ll come to you or just go ahead and hit me up in the ims or on d*sc*rd @ i know you know lee minho#0420 !!! i can’t wait to get some fun connections and start developing yongjoon with all of you !
AHN YONGJOON.
* { seo changbin + cismale + he/him } — i see dispatch have found ahn yongjoon’s sns… they’re the twenty year old music producer, apparently, but i don’t know, they seem too fractious and heedless to work well as that. then again, according to their friends they’re also ingenious and tenacious, which could work in their favour. their aesthetic really seems to match song by artist and reminds me of a sleepless night accompanied by the soft glow of the bedside lamp, black ink stained notes scribbled onto tanned skin, headphones at the ready as they dangle around his neck, memories of melodies floating with the train as the sound of dropped coins and bills filled his ears & the feeling of darkness looming through the rips in his black jeans. someone said that the rumour that he secretly creates his own songs in which he sings and raps and releases them on soundcloud is true, but who knows what’s the truth?
born to two loving parents, had a pretty great childhood and was very loved & doted on when he was young.
his life was relatively easy until he was eight years old. on a seemingly dull afternoon, he found his mother dead in his parent’s bedroom, having killed herself.
after the death of yongjoon’s mother, his life changed pretty significantly. his father was uncaring and cold towards his son and yongjoon didn’t have a lot of love or caring in his life anymore.
soon enough his father began drinking, and began taking everything out on his son. yongjoon was reminded on a regular basis that he was useless, worthless, a waste of space --- whatever mean thing his father could think of that day.
yongjoon didn’t have much happiness in his life anymore, and didn’t have much connection to his mother whom had been the light of his life. the one connection he did have, however, was music.
he remembered her singing to him when he was little, remembered the music and the beautiful tones and her voice lulling him to sleep. on the night he couldn’t sleep now, which was most, he spent his time making music of his own. producing, playing instruments, singing... you name it.
through music, yongjoon felt connected his mother and found some form of contentedness. his love for music would bring him a lot of joy in life, but it’d also bring a lot of pain.
in his darkest days, when his father had given up on working, on his son, on generally living, music was there. he busked for money in the subway, at bus stations, outside of coffee shops. it wasn’t much, but enough to put food on the table once and a while.
through busking, yongjoon’s life began to really look up. he was scouted by kyk outside of a coffee shop, offered his dream of performing music for a living. he trained diligently for two years for his debut with neXtgen --- but his music would soon bring him pain.
weeks before neXtgen’s debut, kyk decided that yongjoon wasn’t QUITE what they had in mind. he didn’t very their image, they’d said, and again yongjoon fell short. again, he failed. he began to believe all the harsh words his father had once said to them, those words that haunted him so tirelessly.
despite kyk deciding he wasn’t idol material, his talent with music in production and intruments and even lyric writing was undeniable. they offered him a job as a full time music producer, and he was even able to try his hand at writing lyrics on occasion --- and it was much preferred to being homeless so yongjoon took the job.
he now spends his time writing and producing music for people living out his dream, and even though he’s damn good at it, he feels more lost than ever. and he believes now more than ever that his father was right about him all along.
EXTRA TIDBITS.
yongjoon is actually very talented ! he can sing, rap, write, produce and even dance pretty well if he puts his mind to it. despite that, he was unable to make his debut. due to this, he thinks he isn’t very talented.
yongjoon hasn’t totally given up on music --- he has a soundcloud ( i know, he’s a meme ) ! he writes and produces songs that he then sings & raps on, and releases them to the world ! he doesn’t have a huge following, but it’s better than nothing.
yongjoon is probably a bit more vulgar than he should be, but the way he sees it ? he doesn’t have much of an image to uphold anymore anyways.
yongjoon is, in a word, unhappy. but he’s still trying his best to keep fighting --- maybe eventually he’ll actually win !
that’s all i’ve got for now ! stay tuned for a social media page & a connections page on yongjoon’s blog. for now, i’ve gotta lay down for work tomorrow, but i hope you all love yongjoon as much as i do and i can’t wait to plot with you all !
