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jemmo · 1 year

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ok. here’s some of my immediate, rambly reactions to eps 3 and 4 of t8s.

first off, i was kinda nervous the entire day. it’s been a while since ive had butterflies like this waiting for a show to air, most recently was the second season of utsukushii kare, but the level it was today was rivalling waiting on a friday for a new bad buddy ep. and the fact this show managed to put me into that state within less than a week is frankly insane, and shows just how down bad i am for it. all that to say, i so soooooo didnt this want this to be a case of me overinflating how good those first 2 eps only for the follow up to not encapsulate the same feelings. all signs were pointing to that not being the case, but still, when you hyperfixate, you kinda get nervous hoping that thing lives up to everything youve built it up to be. and these eps absolutely did that. they didnt just live up to expectations, but are managing to give me scenes and story beats and emotions i just cant predict at this point, and i love that. just how like this budding relationship feels new and unpredictable to jihyun and jaewon, the show is like that for me to watch, and it does wonders for giving me the same butterflies the two are feeling.

but with that unpredictability comes a kind of uncertainty, not knowing whats gonna happen at any turn, and i cant express how much i adore that about these two eps. with the kind of story theyre building, with jaewon’s mental health struggles and his past, with jihyuns nerves and growth in an unfamiliar environment, itd be so easy to make their relationship a shared place of comfort and certainty and familiarity for each other. that place of refuge. and while i feel like that’s what it’ll eventually become, i love that still, in these early stages, the relationship feels so uncertain and almost not guaranteed. it makes you still hang onto every look and touch and word even though theyve already kissed. something about it doesnt feel pre-determined, which is a feeling i get with so many other bl’s when you know, a majority of the time, they’ll get together and have a happy ending. that doesnt feel guaranteed here (even though i pray for that to be the case). instead, it feels like im watching two individuals that are actually having to make a conscious effort in order for this relationship to become something. they have to work for that certainty. and that kind of knife’s edge, it could break at any moment, hanging on every interaction is packed with that specific kind of nervous exhilaration that is so fucking accurate and true to the start of relationship. i seriously cant describe how perfectly they managed to encapsulate that feeling and convey it with such authenticity. its actually ridiculous. seeing those moments, when they’re talking and skirting so closely around the topic of what exactly they are, when then their fingers brush and you are begging for one of them to make the tiniest of moves, to take hold, to make that kind of a statement no matter how small or silent it is, it makes your heart race, bc its new and unknown and in that moment its like your insides are screaming, begging you to embed this sensation into your veins bc you dont know when the next night like this, when the midnight chill and the dusky sky and the hints of alcohol in your system will mix right and make you feel so hedonistically giddy as you do right now at the feeling of that person by your side. and the way they both chase that sensation, how visibly happy it makes them, a craving for each other and that shared thrill only they know, it is just so unbelievably intoxicating to watch.

i am a person that struggles to sit down and focus. im watching tv but im also knitting, im playing a game but also listening to a podcast. im that person that has to overwhelm my senses to feel sated. this is the first time in a while that ive sat down to watch something and nothing stole my focus, i wasnt distracted, my mind didnt wander. i wasnt concious of the other people walking around my house or the traffic outside or the temperature of the room, i was just fully engrossed. i let every ebb and flow of the scenes and story take me on this path it was guiding me down. and again, thats how they feel. when jihyun and jaewon are alone together, everything else fades away to this dull buzz of background nothingness, they become engrossed in each other, and just as the story pulls me, they pull each other. there’s a constant back and forth, an exchange of setting and challenging boundaries that i adore. when youre getting into a scene, you dont know whos gonna be the one pushing the other. you have jihyun being more forward by the han river, teaching jaewon to draw, then you have jaewon going after jihyun at the library, you have him meeting jihyun after work only for jihyun to ask him to stay and have a drink. its like with every interaction, theyre both asking ‘is this ok?’ and the other asks ‘can we go further?’. i wanna make a whole other post about the nature of their gap in age and experience and all that brings and also how the expectations it brings are subverted, but for now i just wanna say how great it is that there is this balance, and especially that jihyun is allowed to be confident and brave and forward with jaewon, and jaewon is allowed to be reserved and giddy around jihyun. those are experiences so often reserved for the elder and the younger in a relationship, respectively, so to let jihyun be the leader and jaewon the follower, swept up by his feelings and attraction is so refreshing and plays so well into the kind of growth we’re gonna see from these characters and that they need, jihyun growing out of this shy country mouse persona to be more forward and bold, and jaewon being allowed to drop his mask of bravado and letting him be a young person that doesn’t have to be in control of everything. we see that one of his main pressures is the concept of the future, of how simultaneously wide and full of possibilities but also narrow and predetermined that future is for him. he talks about being afraid to lose the comfort of a microcosm like the army of school, even though they are places where he isnt necessarily happy. and then in comes jihyun, something not predetermined, something unexpected, and he takes control of jaewons future in a way by opening up this new path for him. he’s taking some of that stress from jaewon’s shoulders by being an equal and responsive partner in this journey, and offers the chance for jaewon to have something certain in his future, only if he too will work for it. only too if he tries something new, realises that its not too late, and that the anxiety and fear and uncertainty that comes with it may be worth it. bc it may not be guaranteed, but to try instead of never knowing is the only way he can make this possible.

tldr; this show is breath-taking, and im gonna be emo about it for a very long time

#thats it for me until i rewatch approximately 10 times and make 50 more rants #im down so bad #but im addicted to the way this show makes me think #its just stunning #and im so fucking happy i could cry #the eighth sense

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manikas-whims · 2 years

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Time of the Month

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3 times Vin tries to deal with (take care of) Mary during her periods

+1 time Mary returns the gesture

*set somewhere during the Hostel Arc when even Logan Lee was still in J High*

»» Mary's behavior during her periods is based on me and my friends' actual menstruation experiences 😆

Vin Jin leaned against the wall opposite the Architecture Department's entrance, sourly watching his long-time friend Mary Kim wait for one Jace Park. Normally he would've opted to stay miles away from those brightly dressed, orange bunch better known as the ‘Burn Knuckles’ but today was different.

A couple of passing students did glance his way curiously but expressed nothing more in fear. Even Logan Lee raised a brow before shrugging and walking past with his obedient herd of otaku classmates. Vin Jin, however, was too occupied watching over his friend to give a fuck.

With all the years he'd known her, he had come to spot the slightest changes in Mary's day-to-day behavior. And if the faintly visible dark circles under her eyes or her extra cranky mood since morning weren't enough of an indication, then her taking a painkiller after breakfast confirmed it all.

She was on her period. And even though he'll never know exactly what she goes through during that time of the month, he had dealt with enough of her mood swings to know it wasn't easy for her.

So he waited patiently for her to get over whatever business she had with Jace Park. Fortunately, the man showed up at that very moment, eyes fixated on his cellphone's screen.

Mary took the initiative and greeted him cheerfully, to which Jace finally looked up and smiled amiably at her.

Now Vin wasn't close enough to hear the following words that were exchanged between the two. And his seven shades darker sunglasses didn't allow him much sight either. But when his friend turned around, he immediately took note of her glassy eyes brimming with tears.

Instinctively, he cracked his knuckles and clenched his fists.

What did that asshole say to ruin her smile? Did the idiot decline her innocent date invitation? Or did he make some obscene comment about her? But Jace Park wasn't like that, was he? He had been nice to Mary on every encounter, right?

So then..why was his friend suddenly so upset and biting her lip to keep herself from crying?

Ah whatever! He rolled up his sleeves furiously. Mary didn't stand here for so long, enduring her abdominal cramps and aching thighs to be treated so harshly by some prick at high school. She didn't deserve any of this.

“Oi moron!” Shoving himself off the wall, Vin walked towards Mary and yelled. “The fuck did you say to her!?”

Jace sheepishly held up his arms. But before he could utter a word in his defense, Mary cut in.

“He isn't..” She sobbed, a tear rolling down her cheek. “..he isn't letting me touch his ears!!”

Vin paused upon hearing that, barely managing to pull back a punch aimed at Jace.

He felt the rage within him simmering down until even the last traces of it evaporated away. He awkwardly looked between his long-time friend and the second in command of Burn Knuckles. Was he supposed to punch Jace Park over something as silly as this?

He averted his gaze back to Mary, who was staring at him expectantly. For what? Did she– the one who always tried to stop him– actually want him to pick a fight for her?

Girls and their stupid mood swings.

Instead, he scoffed and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. “Never mind, let's go.”

“Huhh?? But I wanna touch his ears!” She whined, trying to get his arms off her.

He tightened his hold around her and shook his head in disbelief. Normally he would've beat the shit out of anyone at Jaewon High for free. But today wasn't just another typical day amongst these Seoul bastards.

“Fuck you, Jace Park.” Vin flashed the guy a middle finger and tugged Mary in the direction of the Vocal and Dance Department.

From his pocket, he rummaged out a pack of her favorite chocolate bar. Over the years he had seen her weep and laugh over the most trivial of things when on her period. As such, he had enough experience with her abrupt shift in emotions.

“Eat up.” He said, offering the chocolate to her.

She looked at him, watery eyes shining with a hint of surprise. Then, wiping the tears messily with the back of her palm, she smiled and accepted the sweet. “Thank you, Vin.”

Mary had absolutely lost her mind.

Vin narrowed his brows at her from across the aisle with stationary materials. Not that his glasses would actually alert her of the annoyance searing in his eyes.

Their classes were over but instead of heading home, she insisted on buying some spicy snacks because of her food cravings. And she had sworn that she wouldn't dawdle around the convenience store. Yet here they were, a pack of stickers held in her hand. An item clearly of no use to her or her periods.

He sighed in frustration. “We're not buying that.”

She frowned at his declaration. “But I want them.”

“No, you don't.”

“You can't boss me around.”

“Yeah man,” a third voice butt in and Vin momentarily switched his gaze to its owner— a young, brown-haired guy not much older than himself.

The brunette approached Mary from behind, two other guys at his sides. “Don't tell her what to do.” He said in a teasing tone, putting an arm around Mary.

As expected, Mary immediately slapped the arm away. “Mind your hands, punk.”

“Now, now, I'm on your side here.” The guy said.

“Huh!?” Mary raised a brow in disgust. “And who asked you to speak between me and my friend?”

“You could be a little nice, you know.” The guy grumbled, roughly shoving Mary into the aisle.

And in that very moment, Vin's lips turned down and he moved. Not to beat the asshole senseless but to keep Mary from doing so herself. She was quite a piece during her time of the month. Scarier (if that was even possible) and far more reckless than himself. She'd pick a fight as quickly as she'd cry over the dumbest of things. She could easily beat those guys to a pulp and it'd be entertaining as hell to watch. So if they had any shred of self-respect, they'd stop and escape while they still could.

Unfortunately, they'd lost that chance the moment the smartass brunette had tried to put an arm around her. Thus, left with no other choice, Vin grabbed her by the wrist and tugged her along, out of the shop.

“Oi!” She yelled, trying to yank her wrist free. “I'm not done buying my stuff! And I'm definitely not done with those bastards!”

“Nope! We're leaving!”

“Fuck you!” She snatched her hand from his grip and stomped towards the three boys, who looked utterly baffled and terrified. And for the first time, Vin realized what Mary must've felt like, trying to keep him from getting into unnecessary trouble all these years. Best to avoid that kind of attention.

So before she could start anything, Vin snaked an arm around her waist and hauled her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. He then proceeded to walk out, ignoring every onlooker's curious gaze.

“Put me down!” Mary ordered.

He kept walking.

“I'll kill you!” She threatened, vehemently kicking and punching under his iron grip.

“I know.”

Back at their shared apartment, Mary went to take a hot bath only after narrating the gory details of how she'll murder him if he ever gets between her and her shopping. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't a little scared.

Thankfully, the bath seemed to have lightened her mood. She agreed to forgive him in exchange for one of his t-shirts, which she wore over her boxer shorts because apparently, his clothes were "far more comfortable to be in".

She was currently slumped across the couch, sipping herbal tea as she watched some cheesy, romance drama with the weariest expression on her face. The ache in her legs must be draining her.

“Go to sleep.” He said, flopping beside her on the couch.

“Can't.” She didn't even look up when she responded in a tone as dead as her demeanor. “The pain won't let me.”

He knew she'd say that. Every month she cried about how she wanted to sleep and get the rest her body needed. But her legs (especially thighs) throbbed so much with pain that it was impossible to even relax.

“Your..legs..” He scratched his neck as he spoke. “I can massage them.”

She peered at him from her mug of tea, dull eyes sparkling at his offer. “Really?”

Before he could respond, the mug clattered noisily with the coffee table and she put her head on the armrest of the couch as she laid down, legs now resting over his knees.

Vin scoffed at her eagerness but began to slowly trace his palms over her right leg. Gently he pressed his thumbs, from her feet to the ankle, easing the knots of stress there. Her eyes instantly rolled shut in contentment. His palms traced further up, fingers kneading into the taut muscles of her shin to her calf.

He repeated the movements several times. Then did the same for her other leg. The warmth of her skin tingled his own as he reached higher up to her thigh and began massaging the supple skin.

A faint, throaty sound escaped her lips.

Vin froze.

To his utter disbelief when he sneaked a glance her way, her eyes were still shut peacefully as if she hadn't just moaned at her thigh being massaged. So he tried to be just as unbothered, shrugged away his initial shock, and continued.

This time she breathed heavily. Then let out another moan. Only this one began as sultry but ended up way more exaggerated and an octave higher.

Vin's lips pressed together into a tight smile in realization. Then he pinched her thigh. “Stop messing with me, you bitch!”

He saw Mary's entire face twitch uneasily, lips trying their best to not move. But in the end, she burst out cackling, teardrops of joy brimming the corners of her eyes.

“You should've seen your face!” She laughed harder.

He pinched her thigh again, knowing it must be hurting her but he didn't care at the moment. She deserved it for the deliberately obscene sounds she let out, fully aware of how thin the cheap walls of their apartment were. And how easy it would be for their neighbors to hear them and get the wrong ideas.

“You want this massage or not!?” He gritted out.

“Yes please~” She murmured in a suggestive tone.

“I swear I'll toss you off the couch!”

“Okay! Okay! I'll stop!” She responded between barely-contained chuckles.

Vin groaned in frustration as he resumed massaging her legs, wishing for her periods to end this instant.

Mary watched the male lead kiss the female lead passionately. But it was barely the 6th episode. It signified that this kiss meant nothing and that there was still 10 episodes worth of drama before they got their happy ending.

“I should ask Jace Park for a kiss.” Mary yawned and stretched her arms, a devious glint in her tired eyes. “Or maybe I should kiss him myself.”

When there was no response from her friend at the ridiculous idea, she nudged him with her feet– which by the way– were still resting comfortably in his lap. And sadly, he was not massaging them anymore.

“Oi!” she called, raking a leg up his chest to annoy him and catch his attention.

Any other day this action would've been enough to rouse his anger and start a fight. So the lack of any sort of enraged reaction from him made Mary curious. She finally looked away from the drama on the television screen to glance in his direction.

Mary blinked at the sight. Vin was snoring peacefully, head laid back on the backrest of the couch. It wasn't unusual but it was still unbelievable that he had fallen asleep in an uncomfortable sitting position on their small couch.

He would kill her if she ever brought it up but it must've been exhausting to take care of her. Not to mention stressful as hell, considering how whimsical she was during her periods. She felt her lips curving into a warm smile as she noticed the drool over his chin.

Cautiously, she wiggled her legs out of his lap and sat up. Her legs didn't ache as badly as earlier, thanks to her friend's efforts despite her teasing him with overtly provocative sounds.

Vin had grown significantly taller over the years and it wouldn't be as easy to carry him as it had been back in middle school. So getting him into his bed was neither plausible nor any good for her in her present state. She pursed her lips in thought, snapping her fingers as the solution lit up like a bulb in her head. She can simply cover him with a blanket!

She scurried to the bedroom and returned with a blanket large enough for two.

But first…

She picked up her cellphone from the coffee table and unlocked it, scrolling to the camera app. Snickering to herself, she took a bunch of pictures of his drooling face to use as leverage in a future argument. After that, she gently pulled off the sunglasses from his eyes, brushing the stray strands away from his face. Then settled next to him on the couch and pulled the blanket around them.

“Goodnight Vin.” She mumbled, snuggling closer to his side.

This has been in my drafts for 2 months and i finally found the motivation to finish it. Hope guys liked it ♥

#vin jin #mary kim #vinmary #lookism #외모지상주의 #jin hobin #kim miru #진호빈 #김미루 #호빈미루 #lookism fanfic #vin jin x mary kim #vin jin x mary kim fanfic #periods fanfic

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btsqualityy · 2 years

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Brielle would be heart broken and Hojin would be so tickled.

“You cheated…” she playfully cried. “And you got someone knocked up! Hi dare you!”

Hojin tried to hold in his laughter. “I’m sorry babe. Condom broke…”

“You Don’t even use condoms asshole! The pull out game is whack!”

Brielle nods. “Awful!”

“How so sweetness…” hojin lays it own thick.

Brielle puts her hands on her hips. “Haven’t I been faithful?! Even when Jaewon and his 10 pack abs were display at the last concert and his low rise jeans…I was faithful and barely looked.” Brielle huffed. “I didn’t notice his holy grail…nope…”

Hojin’s girlfriend Elle (American) just smiled and rubbed her belly. “Really Bri-Bri? His holy trail..he…”

“8 years of cheating Cha Hojin?!” Brielle changed the subject. “8 long years!”

Hojin took her hand and kisses it softly and smiled side as she blushed red. “Sorry but what about Haru? Huh? You been dating him behind my back for a while. I heard her broke your back in three different places…so haven’t you been cheating on me too?”

Brielle kept in her laughter. “I can break up with him Oppa! Just say the word!” She says with the quickness. “And he’s poof…gone..he’s in Japan anyways for a while…soooooo…”

Isla stands up when Hojin playfully opens his mouth. “Whoa Oppa! Don’t encourage her! You already play along with this little delusional game that she has. We all know is in good fun but come on!”

Hojin hugs Brielle. “Sorry baby doll” and he kisses her cheek and Brielle literally ‘faint’ in his arms. “Bri…?”

Elle hits his arms laughing. “You’re going to kill this poor girl with all your cheesy flirting.”

Hojin smiled down at Brille as she smiled at him innocently. “Never. She’s my number one fan.”

Brielle would never get used to the fact that she can actually see and talk to hojin 😂

#teenage brielle #adult brielle

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livealittleoc-cb · 1 year

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Presents for The Pack & Pups from Jay!

First is, of course, my little cloud! I made you some coffee, it’s my favorite~ I also made you this little cloud pillow, fluffy like you! Please don’t make me regret giving you coffee…

Miss Moonbyul, I know we aren’t super close but you seem really cool and calm, I made you a sketchbook! I drew those flowers…I hope you like it

Dabinnie, yes Dabinnie, I definitely did not get you a vape pen, nope~ I got you a monster can! I hope you like monster, if not I will cry.

Kyuu Kyuu~ I got you dip n dots~ I hope I got a good flavor…Cookie misses his play partner too~

Jaewon, we aren’t super close but you’re super cute! Baby cute but, I made you a small little snowglobe that has real snow!

Sam, you seem like a forest man so I made you a necklace that’ll let you have a little bit of the forest with you wherever you go!

Mister Crush! I wasn’t sure what to get you but, I found out you like zombies so I got you a Zombie movie poster!

Gray, sir, I heard you like milkshakes so I hope you like it, I made it myself~

Hyeongjunnie, you seem so adorable and precious so I got you a blanket that matches you!

Um… I know I like annoyed you before Mister Dean but I found this leather bag and decorated it and made it so you can carry your switch around or like any other gaming consoles you have…I’m sorry for annoying you

Um hello Mister Loco, I know we don’t know a lot about each other but I thought you would look really handsome with a bandanna collar! You don’t have to wear if you don’t like it…

Lastly Mister Ryuu! We don’t know each other that well but you seem really cool and vintage and I normally go to thrift shops and I saw these and got you some.

So um…yeah… *she shyly plays with her fingers* I just wanted to give you guys some gifts cause you’ve been really nice and welcoming and like home… *she looks away* thank you for being nice to me… *she crosses her arms* u-um anyways yeah! I should go, bye, hope ya like ya stuff! *rushes away rubbing at her eyes*

@k-pop-shelter

#💀jay.txt #gifts for important people <3

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beonhwarp · 5 months

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INTRODUCING, YOON SANGWON OF THE HOUSE OF MAGNOLIA !

the TWENTY-SIX year old is said to look a lot like PARK SEONGHWA and resides in the MAGNOLIA ESTATE. they are best known as the ADVISOR TO THE FIRST-IN-LINE. look! i think they're headed this way! but make sure to read this CHECKLIST before you go.

a look further into their life . . .

( tw: npc/parental death, ideation of abortion )

PAST

for as long as sangwon can remember, his life has always been within house of magnolia. yoon nayoung was a maid for the house of magnolia for much of her early adult years, she never expected to be anything else than a servant. she was not particularly brighter than most, her beauty there but hardly in comparison to most she never thought to rise above her station. nayoung expected to never marry and to grow older and forever take care of the house of magnolia and its adopted children. until one day she met a boy who seemed to be too good to be true and swept her entirely off her feet.

nam jaewon was the son of a well-off merchant and unbeknownst to nayoung had a habit of seducing women and leaving them high and dry once he was bored of them. he played her like a fiddle, whispering every word she wanted to hear, telling her his love for her would be eternal, and taking everything he could from the young maid but giving nothing but honeyed words and flowers that would wither away. nayoung was convinced that this was it, that she had found her lasting love and would be able to leave her service to the house of magnolia.

she was fooled into believing they would run away together, that their love while forbidden by his father, would be their own to do with as they wished. nayoung had packed her things one night and had been told to meet jaewon under a tree where they had first met once the sun went down. ever fooled by the feeling of love, nayoung found herself under the tree and as the hours passed, each excuse to why jaewon hadn't showed began to become weaker and weaker.

eventually the sun had risen and come morning when nayoung finally left the sanctity of the tree and sought out her love at his home, jaewon was nowhere to be seen. he had packed up his things, no note left for the young maid who had gotten her heart eternally broken. when asked it seemed that no one knew of jaewon and to nayoung it felt like she had lived a dream that turned out to be a nightmare.

she returned to the house of magnolia with her tail tucked between her legs and despite the melancholic air around her no one asked and no one understood just how broken she had become. a few months later a sickness caught her in the morning before her chores and through the depression she muddled through she hadn't realize her menstrual cycle hadn't come. another month or so would pass and nayoung would begin to show as she realized she was pregnant with the babe of a man who had used and left her.

nayoung was miserable for most of her pregnancy as she struggled with her complicated feelings about the baby growing in her womb and the chores she was not freed from in the house of magnolia. more than once she had considered finding a way to end her pregnancy through various means but even as she became close enough to enacting it, something pulled at her heart and she was never able to go through with it.

nine months came and went as nayoung's mind drifted from the thought of the man that had manipulated her heart and to the child that would be born. she gave birth to a baby boy and named him sangwon. she was given time to bond with her son before returning to her work and the feeling of love she began to feel for the small babe in her arms was always complicated by the knowledge that he had been gifted to her through a lie.

sangwon would grow up in the house of magnolia alongside the children that would be adopted into the family. he was as inquisitive as the best of them, when he wasn't seen running around with the other kids sangwon was buried deep into a book. he wanted to learn any and everything and nayoung had never known where this intelligence he showed had come from, certainly not herself.

nayoung had shown love to her son, but there had always been something distant in her eyes. it was wasn't till he was seven years old that sangwon noticed this. he was always curious why but was too afraid to ask. for nayoung as her son grew older, so did he begin to look less like her but the spitting image of her fake love, jaewon.

the young boy would never know why his mother had grown distant in her love because when sangwon turned ten years old she came down with a mysterious illness. a fever spread through her body and it took her quickly within a matter of a week. sangwon lost his mother and the only real family he had in this world.

as his mother had served the house faithfully for many years, sangwon was taken in by the house but even as they sponsored his education and he would go on to attend the academy, one thing would always be out of his reach. a true place within the house and its family.

he would go one to work hard in his studies and learn everything he to be fitting on of being a part of the house but no matter how hard he worked, it just never seemed to be enough to earn himself a true place within the coveted inner circle of children officially adopted by the house.

PRESENT

sangwon is a son of beonwha and is a supporter of the country being governed by more than just one house or person. while he supports the house of magnolia and its endeavors, he doesn't believe the house should grow to be the only one to govern the country. he believes that if one of the houses should rise to try and take control that the other houses should keep them in check. the past has shown that a single ruler is not the best for the country or its people.

this point of view is difficult considering that since he graduated from the academy, sangwon has been relegated to a position of an advisor role. he has been told that it is his duty to ensure that the future head of house is supported once they are chosen either by the death of the current head or abdication. for a while it has been known that narcissus is the one most likely to be the next head and so he has been forced to work closely with them. he has begun to notice their views becoming a little more extreme than normal.

in truth sangwon takes on way more responsibility than he should considering he has never been officially accepted into the family. but while that might discourage others, he takes it upon himself to keep going and not back down from his work. maybe he's a bit of a workaholic but considering the house he grew up in, how could he not be?

FUTURE

first i'd love to see different dynamics with the family members of the house of magnolia. i imagine certain ones he gets along better with than others and maybe some that support him and sees how much work he really does for them. one that i think would be especially fun to work out is his relationship with narcissus aka the first in line. whether they don't get along or perhaps sangwon is able to hide his discontent with them too well that they don't notice.

to expand on that more... a possible power struggle in the house of magnolia? it doesn't have to happen but i think that would be pretty cool.

he doesn't think he has time for love, so maybe a love that truly sweeps him off his feet or a love that starts out terribly and maybe they don't like each other but then become drawn to one another. either way bring some love into his life because he's been lacking it.

friendships with those in other houses or outside of them. an unlikely friendship where people might not think they have anything in common and yet they're friends. a friend that tries to get him to live a little and stop throwing his life away by working too much would be nice too.

written by jae (she/they), 21+ in the EST tmz. personal triggers: teeth gore

#bhrp:follow #magnolia #tw: death #tw: ideation of abortion

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