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rumor has it that you have something to hide—but in this opulent life, tell me, who doesn't? here, it's no rumor when they say promises are broken, relationships are shattered, and evident truths become lies.
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psst, have you heard? GONG SIAN is in town…
face claim: hwang minhyun
age: twenty-three, 23
family, house: the GONG family, ROA
occupation: idol under 2M ent.
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psst, have you heard? YOON MIYEON is in town...
face claim: bae joohyun (irene)
age: twenty-eight, 28
family, house: the YOON family, HARANG
occupation: family law barrister
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▸ ONE.
be perfect from the first breath, know only bright smiles and rosy cheeks. be the golden child and fulfil the dreams of your parents.
radiance danced around limbs of a new-born, the aura attracting visitors by the plenty, to welcome and pinch at rose-tinted cheeks. a vision of perfection, in the form of an angelic baby girl, to become another piece added to the yoon collection ; to aid in the legacy of the perfect family tree. from day one, obsidian strands were groomed to perfection, blush-toned fabric immaculate on a petite frame. expectations of a baby already soaring towards the stars ; don’t cry, don’t kick up a fuss, it’s not the way things work. trained akin to military.
perhaps being the only daughter, in a group of three, came with additional pressures. the gaze of outsiders valued from parents, discipline failing to be foreign as to shape a young girl. beyond expectations of development, to be the first to walk and talk, portrayal also mattered. to match to the societal expectations of perfection, drilled in since comprehension. constant comparison against daughters of matching age, born to families with contrasting priorities.
with years progressing, leniency never made its appearance. an impressionable, young, girl taught with strictness and void of love.
▸ TWO.
work until your fingers bleed. the headaches will go away with caffeine and aspirin. you can not let them down.
playtime swapped out for textbooks, onyx ink felt more familiar than bright hues of playgrounds, comprehending words beyond peers of matching age. always top of the class, papers absent of corrections, grades failed to fall beneath the highest. with each passing year, standards upheld, despite pressure building ; and the silent wonder of how long could she could keep it up.
midnight skies, the darkness interrupted by grey clouds, and the rumble of an upcoming storm. the first occurrence of eruption witnessed, beating the storm to its scream. two parents deciding that resolution was found through raised voices, rocking the house with their rage, forcing children to hide heads under padded fabric. an evening that could never be forgotten, the first of to be many.
blame fell upon miyeon, self-inflicted, believing that a slip-up in english was reasoning behind her parents dispute. ignition for working harder than previous, disregarding the question of possibility. studying and extra-curricular was all that became known, tireless fingers upon keyboards and gripped at plastic pens, producing work comparable to a machine. when the headaches began, sleep deprivation controlling a mind, relief was found in caffeine and aspirin. caring for herself was secondary to work.
fighting for tranquillity in a family home, to subdue to disputes that would overwhelm evenings, as if capable of creating resolution. dreaming of a future where papers, marked with grades, hung with pride on a fridge door. a fantasy that was clung to, despite how impossible it seemed.
▸ THREE.
you can not continue like this. the weight of the world is upon your shoulders and you are finally crumbling.
tw : mental breakdown mention.
cracks spreading over a surface, worn thin, one last one triggering breaking point. droplets comparable to rivers, waterfalls crashing against porcelain, erupting mid-exam. one question. all it took was an answer escaping a mind for one question ; clouded by fear, doubt, and the intoxicating stress that had been pounding for years. escaping without being excused and a failing by default, the prompt for full scale breakdown.
solution presented in the form of a mental institution, offering embarrassment to parents. to admit offspring was not perfect would bring shame, decision to hide was made void of hesitation. concealed with lies, mentions of opportunities that only their daughter could be offered, ignoring the whispers that spread like wildfire.
minutes, hours, days. a year dedicated to the box room, absent of personal possessions, repairing the crushed mind. shattered into tiny pieces to create a shell of a human, recreated piece by piece with superglue and therapy. numbness was all miyeon came to know. obsidian strands, once expertly groomed, neglected. attire traded for garments provided by the institute. this was no longer miyeon, and she grew to enjoy it for a while. tranquillity found in the void.
▸ FOUR.
help the broken families. pick up the pieces, make it all seem better. because you failed at fixing your own.
departure granted, following assessment, deemed well enough to return to civilisation. home returned to and old habits crept back into daily existence. catching up was inevitable, clawing back to original form, despite having already disappointed parents. impossible to regain.
medication aided in transition, numbness disconnected a mind from reality, and all that was known was to work.
college application processes and future to consider, the trap of following in parents shoes unavoidable ; entering the same industry that could be to blame for spiteful mannerisms. glimmer of hope was to be seen through fields, passion drawn from the idea of family law. offering aid to families, children, who otherwise would be left to crumble apart. the path that was chosen to take.
▸ FIVE.
keep going. never stop with the big dreams, the fantasies. be eloquent, and share your heart, unlike those you knew ; who never did.
departing from family home was to focus on development, upon acceptance into dream college, to which eyes have never looked back. ties severed to parents, avoidant on interactions, unless necessary ; or accidental. taking a life into own hands, with attempt to unlearn toxic traits drilled in through strictness, albeit an impossible task.
aspirations completed. career in hand, excelling with every completed case, passion is found in work. time dedicated into the field tirelessly, overworking a natural sensation to endure. free time is close to non-existent, never questioned or desired, the dreams to grow prevalent. miyeon is happy with what she has chose to do, kind-hearted nature combined with workaholic tendencies have proven her to be a desirable aid.
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GONG SIAN, @ily2sian
HONG JIHU, @mach97-deactivated20220321
as such, the following face claims and family positions have been freed up.
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— the only son of the GONG family, ROA
— the youngest son of the HONG family, SERI
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— YOON MIYEON / only daughter of the YOON family / HARANG, fc: bae joohyun (irene)
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— only daughter of the YOON family / HARANG (02/19), fc: tba
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psst, have you heard? RYU DOHA is in town...
face claim: lee minhyeong (mark)
age: twenty-three, 23
family, house: the RYU family, DAHAN
occupation: tattoo artist
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tw: blood, mention of death, violence
nothing seems to snuff out the restlessness.
doha’s six when he leaves the orphanage. he doesn’t remember much of his real parents anymore and it doesn’t matter. the hands of his new mother are warm and for a while, it’s enough to ease all the noise inside his head. sure, there’s still that initial wall between him and the rest of the family: father’s cold, stony silence, the frequent collisions with his siblings. but the way his mother asks about his day, the way she holds his hand, the lilt in her voice—there’s a home in those.
he’s sixteen when his mother dies.
the funeral’s held on a friday. the same day, doha smokes his first cigarette and the same day, he gets into a fight with three older boys at the pc bang and ends up at the police station. sitting there as a heap of bruises, torn skin, and a busted lip, he stares at his knuckles, all scuffed and covered in blood. his sister picks him up hours later, a mix of what feels like annoyance and pity in the way she looks at him.
it’s a common recurrence: rows with his peers at school, with students from other schools, with a handful of delinquents in an empty parking lot. sometimes there’s a reason for it. a frail kid being picked on. the elderly being picked on. the poor being picked on. it’s nothing heroic. something just starts to gnaw at him if he sits quietly and watches.
other times, it’s like a time bomb.
an officer three years his senior makes snide remarks that burn through his nerves. in the next cut, doha’s fist connects with their jaw; hammers into the bridge of their nose, their cheekbones, punching and punching until the skin’s forgotten where to return to after all the impact. they need three guys to finally pull him off. the following week, doha receives a letter of suspension.
talking doesn’t work. sleeping pills don’t work. doha’s still up every night like he’s always been trying to ease the restlessness. it’s 4 a.m. and he’s down to the stub, smoke in his lungs; hair’s all matted and one eye’s swollen shut. his family’s probably relieved, he thinks, that he’s hidden away here ‘until the suspension’s lifted,’ – his father’s words; it still surprises doha that he hasn’t been disowned yet.
it’s 4 a.m. and doha quietly etches more ink into his skin, biting the inside of his mouth until he can taste his own blood.
nothing ever seems to snuff out the restlessness.
it’s always there, flickering.
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psst, have you heard? YANG DAEHYUN is in town...
face claim: bang chan
age: twenty-four, 24
family, house: the YANG family, ROA
occupation: freelance filmmaker
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ＬＩＧＨＴＳ. he doesn’t remember spending much time with his father in childhood. for a long while, daehyun didn’t like korea — ironic, isn’t it? a korean name, the only korean family on the street, and he hates the country. he hates it because it’s where his mother always tells him where his father is, never in sydney like he’s supposed to be. but he still argues with his mother in korean anyway, argues about how he misses his dad and he just wants him to stay home. what his mother fails to tell him is his father’s blossoming career in the film industry that would later catapult him to pinnacle success and become a household name in korea for years to come. it was all meant for the best on behalf of daehyun’s upbringing, a boy destined to be their heir to one of the country’s greatest filmmakers of his time — if only his eleven year old self could’ve conceptualized.
ＣＡＭＥＲＡ. he thought he’d be a natural at this. his father always made it look so effortless; his vision for how he imagined the scene play in his head and bringing it to life, stopping the actors dead in their tracks when it didn’t align with what he was watching. his dictations, demands — it all came from a place of passion, a place of knowing. knowing exactly what he wanted from his form of art.his father was tough on him his first few years. daehyun didn’t have the luxury of learning slowly, never got the gradual ease of learning a new form of work. things moved fast and jarring. there were the gut wrenching moments when daehyun couldn’t get his lighting or his camera angles the way his father wanted them and having the camera pried from his hands, only to be told, i’ll just do it myself.
ＡＣＴＩＯＮ. he remembers how nervous his actress was filming for her first time. she’d been clinging to her towel wrapped tightly around her frame since she’d left the dressing room for dear life. the set had been cleared of all other non-essential crew members and himself and the other male actor. she couldn’t look daehyun or anyone else in the eye. something told him that if she did, she might get cold feet.daehyun sat on the edge of his director chair then, watching as the two quietly approached the single bed at the center of the set. from an outside perspective, everything felt too bright, too fabricated, too fake. the female actress discards her towel out of sight. the male actor waits until she’s ready on the mattress below her, perching himself on top of her. that lull of nothingness comes like a tidal wave, the moment where everybody takes one last deep breath before daehyun speaks into his microphone, okay, action.
+ new family info: the yangs — family of successful and well-known filmmaker, yang sunwoo / possible family members: younger sister
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psst, have you heard? KWON JAEJOON is in town...
face claim: lee felix
age: twenty-two, 22
family, house: the KWON family, GARAM
occupation: k palace event server & break of dawn bartender (both part-time)
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+ when kwon jaejoon was born, he was told that he would be a part of the stars. his mother minhee was only 19 when he came around, still a kid herself, with no strong support system to fall back upon. she didn’t come from a rich family, one that would take care of her in a time of need. the kwons were on the more tarnished side of silver spoons and cut off all contact once she became pregnant with jaejoon. a kid raising a kid, alone. they say it takes a village but minhee made it work with a packed bag, a bus ticket from gwangju to seoul and a tiny studio for rent. a fresh start.
jaejoon didn’t know that he was different when he was little. his mother had a job at the k palace for as long as he could remember which meant he grew up around the famous and wealthy. he’d leave school with his shoes untied and mud on his shins from playing with the other students to go sit in the office to do his studies. minhee would stop by and wipe at spots on his face until it felt like she had rubbed it raw and tell him to stay quiet while she worked. there were important people around, after all. people who didn’t want to see a kid with his shoes untied and mud on his shins.
his mother was his best friend. she would laugh and play and run around with him, make him feel special. they would curl up together in bed and he would play with her hands, tracing the lines that ran through them, as she would tell him story after story of made up lands and princes in castles and far away universes. she would tell him the myths of the stars and tell him that he was brighter than any star in all of the galaxies.
jaejoon grew to have quite the imagination and minhee only encouraged him more to follow it. he ate up the attention she would give him, whether it was him putting on a play of a story only he knew the ending too or copying an idol dance he watched on tv with her. she would squeal and hold him close and kiss the freckles on his face like they were stars in and of themselves.
he figured out quickly, though, that he was different from the people in his made up stories and that walked through the halls of the k palace. he was around 8 the first time he remembered getting looked at with disdain as he ran in the hotel doors with an art project in hand. his mother scolded him about how loud he was the whole walk home.
the older he got, the more green with envy he became. gone were the days of being an oblivious child with stars in his eyes. now all jaejoon could see, feel, was how out of place he felt. he was meant for more than his public school, his part time job in a convenience store, his friends who were half as loud as he was but double the amount of annoying. he longed for days where people looked at him like the shining star that his mother claimed he was.
years passed, and jaejoon graduated high school and decided that school wasn’t for him. he had his whole life ahead of him and he could go to university whenever so he wasn’t going to waste his time stuck in lecture halls. now, he was in his prime and what he wanted to shine. he wanted to be a part of the elite that his mother took care of everyday. he wanted to not have to worry about making ends meet and if he had enough food in his cabinets and whether going on vacation would break the bank.
he decided to audition for entertainment companies to become an idol, a model, an actor, a show host, anything. audition after audition, he was turned down. he bounced from company to company to a chorus of no’s and he was hit with the thing he didn’t even know he feared the most: rejection. jaejoon craved the spotlight, needed to be seen and taken seriously in the crowd he so badly longed to be a part of. but just like when he was younger, he realized that he would always be an outsider.
so now he feels stuck. jaejoon’s spreading himself between thin between working at break of dawn as a bartender part time while also being an events server at the k palace and hosting his cam show to a small amount of followers everyy tuesday night. he now works in the places he would have killed to be a part of when he was younger. places he’d still kill to be a part of as an adult. he sits on the sidelines, waiting for someone to give him some sort of chance. a chance to join in with the select few and feel like he lived up to whatever potential his mom thought he had. she had told him he’d be a part of the stars, but when would he get there?
+ kwon family: made up of jaejoon and his mother, minhee. no father, no siblings. minhee is currently a front desk manager at the k palace and worked at the front desk while jaejoon was growing up.
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who would you prefer: kim jisoo or bae joohyun (irene)?
hey anon, we would love to see bae joohyun (irene)!
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DAM HYUNJI, @69hyunji
JANG HYERIN, @s-nshine
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fc: lee dongmin (cha eunwoo), go younjung
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— KWON JAEJOON / only son of the KWON family / GARAM, fc: lee felix
— RYU DOHA / youngest son of the RYU family / DAHAN, fc: lee minhyung (mark)
— YANG DAEHYUN / only son of the YANG family / ROA, fc: bang chan
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— position tba (03/12), fc: lee minhyung (mark)
— position tba (03/12), fc: bang chan
— position tba (03/12), fc: felix lee
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CHAE YEONHA, @watchmebxrn
KANG TAEHYUN, @taekangs
MIN JAEHOON, @jaehoxn
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fc: yoo jimin (karina), im jaebum, lee jongwon
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— the youngest daughter of the CHAE family, SERI
— the first son of the KANG family, GARAM
— the only son of the MIN family, ROA
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psst, have you heard? YOON JUNHO is in town...
face claim: lee juyeon
age: twenty-four, 24
family, house: the YOON family, HARANG
occupation: law student at hanbit university
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tw: mentions of physical abuse.
the role of a knight in chess is that while it can move horizontally or vertically on board; and to be able to freely ‘jump’ over others, is that it’s main duty is to protect the king and queen on its board. that being said, the knight is still a weak piece among other pieces, and junho finds himself alike the knight piece, a weak being.
his family consist of what he calls, pieces of chess since he associates it being the only hobby he could share with his family as it had been something smart and educational. his father the king piece for he is the head of the family and is honestly the most fragile member. if junho had been the one to wear his heart to his sleeves, then it was his father who wore his ego as a whole armor; going to war with it, twenty four-seven. junho’s beloved mother, being the first lady of his family is automatically the queen piece. but at times when he hears his parents screaming outside of his room, he wonders if they had both been on two different color and side of the board.
his older brother, the yoon’s prized possession, his father would brag at junho whom had been struggling with calculus at the age of seven. he yearns for his brother’s freedom, his praise, and most of all, his worth. and for that, junho thinks that his brother as the bishop of chess, especially that one time he had done a ‘fianchetto’, or in other terms, had blocked the king castling. junho had only done really badly in middle school one time, the youngest wanting to test the water of what it is like to just give up trying to meet even half the expectation of his parents. it turned out for the worst obviously. junho had been whipped on his back, bracing his palms on his father amber wooden table, another prized possession and had probably serve more worth and use than his own son. the table was auctioned for millions, supposedly from a french designer. the only thing that junho really remembered before blacking out from the abuse was his brother’s screaming voice after barraging in the personalized office. that next day, it made him realize why his brother would be their favorites, and why despite junho spiraling down for the worst and going unnoticed by his parents, how he had picked up some of his older brother’s habits and his father’s drinking habits as a form of coping and to be the yoon that he should be. that his family wanted him to be.
junho would like to think as well that he did not have a really good relationship with sister, as much as they are blood related, because she reminded him of his parents a lot. she’s the rook of the chess piece; and just like their older brother, she seems to be meeting more expectation than junho to say the least. junho had many reason trying to call himself the knight of his family’s chess board, he thought that he could have at least a degree of worth ⎯ in fact, should he even be called the knight when he feels like a mere pawn on the board.
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— YOON JUNHO / youngest son of the YOON family / HARANG, fc: lee juyeon
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