Yoon Minho

YOON SAN MINHO | 42 chthonic (ex-human) CLIENT  CIVILIAN WORK DISCLAIMER Erotica. This closed blog is part of Covaire City. I'm not Lee Soo-Hyuk. This blog is only made for creative purpose.

[michaelwadex]

"Probably not, but I've seen people do more inappropriate things at a scene before". Cass was trying to be friendly for many reasons. One, he was told he needed more friends. Two, it helped to be friendly to the paramedics. And three, he could see the same grief on the chthonic's face. "It's nice to meet you, San. And not at all. Fresh air always feels good after these".

He walked out of the building, and to a quiet area, away from parked cars and illuminated by one street light. He pulled out his own pack of smokes and his lighter. It was a bit of a balancing act to light his, but he made it work. Cass was able to do a lot with just one hand to the point where it seemed natural to him. "Need a light?"

[yoonxminho]

"Sadly, that is very true, but I do try to set an example of good professional behaviour at work, and not the opposite as much as possible." Though, the officer knows that compulsion isn't above the chthonic to use when needed. "Likewise." Now that might have been a bit of a lie there. Because meeting anyone here isn't favourable to Minho in any capacity. But he finds himself going along with it because he can use the excuse of meeting the wolf at work. Though, if he's completely honest with himself, if they had been doing the same work, Minho would have asked to be transferred to a different group. The horror of working with someone daily after grief counselling meeting.

Outside, he sighs before taking a deep breath that he releases silently. Already tension is leaving his shoulders and he no longer feels like there's a choker tightening around his throat. He's about to get his own lighter when the wolf offers his, and Minho leans forward a bit until his cigarette is lighted up. "Thanks." Maybe the other had expected the chthonic to take said lighter from him, but Minho figures that the older man is a very capable one. Strangely enough, he unconsciously thinks it would've been disrespectful to take it away.

Now away from people leaving, the chthonic finds himself compelled to say—"You can call me Minho when we're not at the meetings. That's the name people at work knows me by. Would you mind if I asked about your police rank?"

[sena-clarke]

Sena knew she was supposed to be happy with the turn of events lately. After all, she had been given the opportunity to kill the two men responsible for her family's deaths. Now to find that Patrick was just gone, left the city and disappeared as though he had never been there at all. She should feel lighter, happier and yet she was nowhere near okay.

She had avenged her family, but at what cost? Now each time she closed her eyes she saw the boy she'd had no choice but to kill. He had been so young, he had been someone's child. And she'd taken him away from them. The heaviness that had been there before had only grown worse instead of better. She wasn't sure how to feel, but guilt and anger quickly came to mind. It was eating her away from the inside slowly, as though a mold were spreading.

She had taken to drinking more often than not when she wasn't working, attempting to drown out her thoughts. It was how she had ended up on the street in the middle of the night. Heels in one hand as she wandered barefoot down the street heading towards home. It took her a moment before she realized the man was talking to her. "No, I think I'll manage..." She mused, her voice coming out more slurred than she had hoped.

[yoonxminho]

Misery—quite the loyal friend. One that has been at his side for so long, that Minho can see her from miles away, when she is holding another's hand. Thus, even without the stench of alcohol that clings to the mage, or without her peculiar state of being barefoot, he would have known. There was a time, he would've wanted to know why, find the source, to properly heal those affected, but no more.

Instead, he rips misery away from others, like a dangerously jealous lover, because misery leads to despair, and desperation leads to reckless actions, and some actions cannot be undone. And so, if his own actions couldn't be fully done, yet he was still punished for them, all will be separated from his sweet misery.

"Please, humour me, and sit with me for a moment. Your feet are about to fall off. If not for me, give them a rest." He pleads calmly, a light smile coming to his lips—one that cannot be described as anything else than caring and safe.

[yoonxminho]

[yoonxminho]

[yoonxminho]

COVAIRECITYRP TASK 023: ❝ COMFORT ZONE ❞

How does your character behave around children?  Minho is at his purest around children. Having once been a father, he connects easily and quickly with them. Although, being around them also reminds him of what he lost. Not knowing what happened to Nari, and feeling like he failed to protect her is one of the many things that plagues him still to this day.

How does your character behave around the elderly? Because of how he was raised, not matter if they're impolite or nice to him, Minho is always respectful with them. Depending how they are, he'll either remain serious, or smile at them... or as much as Minho can actually smile which isn't much.

How does your character normally deal with minor confrontation? Calmly. Minho is extremely calm in general, and is most likely to either shut down, or walk away. And unless he's physically attacked, people can throw insults at him all they want, and he won't react, nor return the insults. It's not because he's a coward, but finds those attitude childish and thin is that he has better things to do than entertain those behaviours.

How quick or slow is your character to resort to physical violence in a confrontation? Explain. Extremely slow, if ever. Minho will not attack first without being hit first. Even then, he's more likely to incapacitate someone quickly than prolonged things. Although, this does not includes hunters. While he hasn't faced any since losing his wife and daughter, he'd turned into a raging animal and attack without provocation.

Describe a scenario in which your character feels most comfortable. At home, sowing something for his wife and daughter. It's a moment where he can forget losing them and just be in a world where he still has them in his life. It's really when he's at his most comfortable.

Describe a scenario in which your character feels most uncomfortable. Grief meetings. He hates them with a passion, and would avoid them at all cost if he could. He's beyond uncomfortable talking about personal matter with strangers. And especially in larger number, which is usually anything above one person.

In the face of criticism, is your character defensive, self-deprecating, or willing to improve? Explain. The latter. Especially at work, because he aims for perfection and to save as many people as possible. But this is as long as it concerns his job, because when it comes to his grief, he gets extremely defensive, which is probably why he's still stuck in individual and group therapy.

How does your character behave around people they like? Minho is the same with people he likes or he feels neutral about. Though, he shows his feelings by making things for those people, usually clothes or things like tote bags. He's very kind and generous with those handful of people that manages to fall into that category.

How does your character behave around people they dislike? He avoids them at all cost. Minho doesn't like wasting his time around things or people he doesn't like because he has to constantly live with hating what he is, no need for more than this to make his life more miserable that it already is.

How does your character treat people in service jobs? With great care. Minho values politeness in general, but would judge anyone being an asshole to people in service job, and will more than likely dislike them. It's actually one of the best way to make a bad impression with him.

[michaelwadex]

Edgar's death still haunted Cassidy, but it was getting easier to talk about. The wolf was slowly working through his trauma in order to be a real person again. The others in the group were the same too. Coming to something like this was the first step into recovery as the saying went.

Cass listened quietly, hearing others say their name and their loss. When it came to the chthonic, he did listen a bit more. Losing a spouse was very hard, losing a child was harder. Cass did consider himself lucky for not having experienced the latter. Of course kids were on the table for him and Edgar, but it would have been after Edgar had been turned.

After the introductions, the meeting began. Volunteers were picked to speak, and of course Cassidy didn't raise his hand. Even though he was around people who could understand, he still didn't want to tarnish his reputation. No one needed a police chief that was too lost in his own grief, how could he make rational decisions. It was a front he had to put on, and the only thing that gave it away was the smallest look in his eyes.

When the meeting concluded, Cass stood and gave his thanks to the meeting leader. While everyone was starting to file out, he turned to the chthonic he had just met and offered his hand, "Cassidy. I don't think I gave you my name earlier".

[yoonxminho]

Is it terrible that he'll remember them all by trauma? Son, five years ago. Mother, six months ago. Twin brother, this August... and so on. And then, there's pretty arm guy, demon invasion three years ago———the same time he failed to die and became this thing. Immortality, what a nightmarish curse to be bestowed with.

As focused as he is on everyone, as the minutes progress, the need for a cigarette increases. Alice had hated this habit about him, and he'd tried to quit and he had, for a while. But losing them had been too much, and he'd been beyond stressed out. Now, he smokes as a distraction more than anything else. Takes his mind off of things as he hyper-focus on the feeling of smoking.

With the meeting over and the counsellor being o' so subtle about his encouragements to have more people talk next week, Minho knows that he'll eventually have to talk and that just makes him feel miserable. Lost in his thoughts, he's actually taken by surprised when the wolf addresses him, and it shows in the way his whole body slightly raises suddenly. The chthonic wonders if pretty arm—Cassidy—had heard the name he'd given to that woman on the street. Because he'd given his middle name here. Honestly, it's just because he's so terrible at remembering people, that giving his middle for the meetings mean knowing right away who he'll be talking to outside of here and work. "I don't think it would've been appropriate to exchange name in that kind of situation." He shakes the other's hand, finding himself disappointed that it isn't the mechanical one. "San. Do you mind getting out? I really need a smoke right now." He's mentally exhausted. And to continue this conversation, he needs to be out there without the suffocating stench of grief stuck in this room.

[yoonxminho]

[detective-felix-roy]

Felix liked the paramedic. He was good at his job. No-nonsense but not in an annoying humorless way. He smiled at the other man. And asked, "You mind if I sit down?" He waited for the okay he knew would come before he took his seat. He sat down and blew the smoke away from Minho as he dropped the cigarette and pulverized it with the toe of his boot. He folded his hand between his knees and asked, "I wanted to know what you saw when you got to the scene. Since I know you guys beat us there by at least ten minutes. Did she say anything? Because right now she is trying to tell me that she fell and did that much damage to herself. Which is impossible unless her apartment was made out of angry rebar." Felix let out a sigh, "This has been a fuck of a day. And I just need one person to tell me the truth to make it a little bit less annoying."

[yoonxminho]

With a silent nod toward the empty space beside him, the chthonic resumes his meal, as the vampire had already mentioned it being alright. "I'm sorry, Detective, you did not have to waste your cigarette for him; I'm a smoker myself." He responds to the other's actions. But as he takes his next bite, he listens carefully to the information, and the question that follows. He thinks for a moment, taking the time to remember what he'd seen, and what had transpired.

Once his large bite is swallowed, he hums as he formulates his next words in his mind. "From my years in the fields, she is a victim of abuse, but it is hard to tell if her woods are only from being attacked or defensive ones. Her knuckles seemed a bit swollen." He remarks, before thinking about the scenery itself, more than the people in it. "I can only assume the woman with her in the broken frame she was trying to push under the couch was her partner. Though, it could've been anyone else, but as it was broken, I suspect the broken glass might have been to cover it up." Or maybe he simply overthinks things. He is no cop after all.

[yoonxminho]

COVAIRECITYRP TASK 022: ❝  SELF-IMAGE ❞

Who their parents (or anyone who raised them) saw them as, or what they had hoped them to become. He was their son, nothing less, nothing more. All his parents ever hoped for him was to be happy and explore not only the world, but discover who he was on his own. They gave him opportunities, and options, for him to flourish where he felt most comfortable.

Who they aspired to become as an adult when they were a child. A parent. Minho never dreamed of becoming something more than a parent as a child. In fact, he didn't figure out what job he wanted to do until he did his compulsory military service in Korea. Though, maybe part of the reason he wanted to be a parent was to be someone who helped others in the future.

How they think society or the people around them sees them as. It depends who you ask, but considering he's mostly around people at work. He'd say he's somewhat seen as those average hero. Someone professional, courageous and doing his utmost to save lives, but also extremely private, and not the smiling type either.

Who they see now, when they look in the mirror. Who are they truly. He sees what he has become, a demon. Divine punishment for his transgression. And at it's core, a shattered man, trying to carry the weight of his immortality and his grief. He's a husband, and a father forever drowning in the sorrow of his loss.

[yoonxminho]

COVAIRECITYRP TASK 003: ❝  AESTHETIC BOARD ❞

[michaelwadex]

When Cass was first assigned to the grief meetings, he threw a big fit and refused. It took a lot of convincing, on Eli's part, just to get him through the front door. Since then, it had become a weekly thing for him. Sometimes he was able to avoid it by using work as an excuse, but most of the times he ended up in the parking lot waiting for people to show up. Discussing his loss was never going to be easy, but at least he could do it in the comfort of others who suffered the same thing.

He kept to himself as always. Nothing beyond a gentle smile and quiet nod of his head to those he recognized. It was just an hour of his time, that was what his therapist always said. Just an hour. As he stood by, sipping his coffee, he caught a familiar scent. It wasn't familiar like a friend, but familiar as in he caught the scent not too long ago. He was surprised to see the chthonic paramedic there too. Of course in a setting like this, he could only assume the other man was here for a reason. Cass wasn't the type to strike up conversation, not when the meeting was about to start. So instead, he just sat down next to the chthonic. The sleeve on his missing arm was folded and pinned neatly, different than what he looked like when he was at the accident scene just hours ago.

The meeting started with the group leader asking for introductions as always. They went around the circle until they reached Cass and he cleared his throat, "Cassidy. I lost my husband three years ago during the demon invasion".

[yoonxminho]

Minho almost growls as the wolf sits beside him, but instead remains of stone while fantasising that he's throwing the Officer to the chair further away from him. But as the meeting starts, his attention focuses completely on whoever is talking—like a child terrified of being asked a question for being distracted. Calming himself by pressing the tip of his thumbs to each fingers one after the other over and over again. Then the blond wolf talks. There's a moment where he wonders if that's when the older man lost his arm; such a recent loss. Most of them are. He feels out of place.

"My name is San. Alice was taken from me———" He stops there. It's like he knows the answer, because he does. He's been counting the days and the years since her murder, but saying the exact number... Minho isn't an idiot, he knows saying such would clearly brand him as someone still drowning in his grief. And so, he says finally. "About twenty years ago. And so was our Nari." His first love, his high school sweetheart—his beautiful Alice. How cruel to lose so much before he was even twenty-five. He still has nightmares to this day.

He relaxes once his turn pass, glad that tonight, the counsellor only goes with volunteers. He won't talk unless required to, he knows it'll play against him, but he doesn't want his Alice to enter this city. Such a pure soul doesn't need the taint of this place.

[detective-felix-roy]

It had been a fuck of a day as Felix walked out of the hospital and taking a deep breath put a cigarette in his mouth and lit it. He looked around the parking lot for a moment before he spotted the ambulance number he was looking for. Walking over to the two paramedics. One of which who was loudly on the phone with someone that sounded pissed off. The other, he recognized, sitting on the bench which he veered towards. He stood slightly downwind with his cigarette once he saw the man was eating. He remembered the man's name, Minho, from earlier in the evening when he'd climbed into the back of the damn ambulance to ride over with a victim. He'd met the other paramedic a few times through how often police work and paramedics intersected. He gave the man an small wave and an apologetic smile, "I'm sorry if I'm bothering you during your lunch, Minho. I was in your ambulance earlier tonight with a girl with ruptured bladder and abdominal trauma. Do you have a few minutes to speak with me? Please, feel free to keep eating."

[yoonxminho]

The chthonic shakes his head dismissively at the apology—if he had truly sought for solitude, he had chosen a less public place than this. Strangely speaking, the Minho eats out of habit more than necessity. Then again, one such as himself is quite horrified had the intimacy behind syphoning another. The feeling is also quite similar to smoking, and he already has too many sins to clean his hands from. The vampire—Axel—he has met a few times since he started two months ago. The name is far from the—his eyes linger on the badge attached to the ball chain around the man's neck—Detective Felix Roy. "Of course Detective. What do you need to know?" The vampire had reminded him of the main character for the Beverly Hills Cop; hence the name Axel.

Minho wonders if the victim had indeed been the victim. He had seen such turn of events happen in the past before. And in a city such as Covaire City, such thing would not surprise him in the least. Then again, it barely brings interest to his mind.

[yoonxminho]

COVAIRECITYRP TASK 002: ❝  PLUTCHIK MOODBOARD ❞

Joy, Anger, Fear Sadness, Minho, Disgust Surprise, Anticipation, Trust

[yoonxminho]

[michaelwadex]

There were things worth of an arrest in Covaire, and then there were things that didn't even deserve a second thought. Cass' job was to figure out what category offences fell into on a daily. He could let things slide based off of a person's first impression on him. While it may have seemed like a very risky way of doing his job, he had yet to make a mistake.

"You're welcome. We're all just trying our best to do our job here". Even though the city was filled with people who often did wrong, there was still a small group of those who wished to do right by the world. The chthonic and him could have picked any job that filled their pockets with money, but they both picked a job that would help people. That was admirable. "Tell your guys I appreciated the fast response as well. Hope to see you again, but not too soon". He smiled at the other man, then turned on his heel to head back to his car. He had a meeting after work that he couldn't miss.

[yoonxminho]

"Not everyone would approval with your train of thoughts Officer—but I do, and lucky me that you see things that what." Minho is grateful. He supposes he must be an aberration for other chthonics———one that isn't looking to hurt others. Maybe one day, if the Gods see fit, he'll be purified and become an elysian. Yet, Minho doesn't think himself deserving of such grace. "I will tell them." Such a strange thing to say, yet, Minho finds himself responding honestly. "I suppose you might see me more often, since I've only started recently." And the chthonic had made it clear that he was available whenever he was needed. "Have a good day." He says, voice lingering in the air with the wolf already gone.

He goes back to do what he does best———keeping people alive.

—Night time

Punctuality. It's primordial to him, and yet, he'd stood in the shadow outside the meeting place, making sure to count at least five people before going in himself. There's nothing more awful then being the first or the last; too much attention on oneself. He's irked by the meeting; the tension in his muscle increasing with each step he takes until he's finally inside. Other people come in. They aren't that many, but one is already too much for him. But what can he do, he cannot keep his job without attending those fucking meetings. He'd though of compelling the person evaluating him, but he figures he hadn't been the first to think about it, because said person had been a chthonic thrice his age. Such an inconvenience really.

Minho pretends to be interested by the food, and eventually forces himself to a cup of black coffee. He hates it, but seems like he needs to find some enjoyment is something more bitter than himself. And there, above the scent of warm coffee, he smells something - no someone - familiar, and it riles him up. He doesn't need anyone in this place to know about Alice that he'll have to cross path with again. And there, he dares to look toward the scent. Pretty arm guy. The arm is missing though, shame—he thinks to himself. Now he finds himself slightly annoyed at the Officer for jinxing them into meeting here. He sighs under his breath, and walks to one of the many chairs that had been placed in a circle.

[yoonxminho]

Small two-bedrooms/bathrooms house. Downtown. Close to the hospital, by the woods near Liie Marketing (11).

A floor to ceiling window allows the view to be enjoyed from the low position of the Zabuton cushions around a traditional Kotatsu table.

Shōji screens decoratively divide the living room from the hallway of the home.

Glass doors merge the main bedroom with the open plan living room–though privacy curtains can be drawn when desired. Storage drawers utilise the base block of the platform bed design, which is a custom built piece that merges with more storage units at its foot.

The second minimalist bedroom is as devoid of decoration as the first, but again, woodtone brings beauty. A projector is aimed at the blank white wall, for movies in bed.

For both bathroom, grey tiles back a walk in shower enclosure, and flood out across the floor. A white stone vanity shelf looks sleek and solid.

[michaelwadex]

With his prosthetic, Cassidy was always aware of people's eyes. It was one of the first things they saw when he came up. Sometimes he'd see confusion in their eyes, or sometimes disgust. The curiosity behind how a wolf could be without an arm always took up space in people's thoughts. Wolves could reattach limbs if they were quick enough, but in Cassidy's case, he didn't have anything to reattach. He didn't see the usual look in the chthonic, and out of reflex he flexed the fingers on the prosthetic.

Cassidy laughed a bit, "Do you think it's an offence that warrants an arrest?". He really didn't care, from his point of view it wasn't don't maliciously. The young lady seemed calm too, and that always made things like this easier. In the report, Cassidy would just say that the paramedics worked to keep her calm, and that was it. "'Cause if you don't think so, then I don't think so. And I ain't in the mood to make unnecessary arrests".

[yoonxminho]

Like a pianist on the keyboard—is the thought that crosses his mind when the prosthetic's fingers move fluidly. If he had time, maybe he'd dare asking questions that he's sure the wolf has heard a thousand times before and has answered with mild annoyance over time———or maybe boredom. It must be quite debilitating to have people lacking comprehension of one's situation repetitively. By the Gods does he think so himself, and has ceased to answer honestly when it comes to questions about his mood. Talking———a slight frown appears between his eyes as he'd just reminded himself of that damn meeting tonight. As if group counselling would solve something he's been carrying for almost twenty years. But it's either that or he's suspended - or worst - fired. Thought, from an outside look, it's quite obvious that the change in his expression is due to something that is, but isn't. Something far away from here, yet right in him.

The laugh takes him by surprise, and he blinks a few times; like waking up from a long night. "I suppose it depends on how you interpret the law." He manages to smile; at least, this one doesn't require him to put a mask on; it's genuine. Probably why so light; subtle. But in that moment, Minho realises that the wolf had caught onto his compulsion of the wounded woman, not the crowd. "Well then—Officer, I'm thankful for your understanding." He means it. Last thing he needs, is people getting into his business, not that he has much to hide, but solitude seems to be quite the luxury in this place.