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driftsaway · 4 years

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`「✘」 kim taehyung. cismale. he/him. || that new tenant, oh junyeol that moved into apt 6, is twenty-four years old and is unemployed. their tenancy to be morose minded totally counteracts their precarious personality. usually, you can hear the beach by the neighbourhood playing throughout their apartment. when i think of them, i think of blurry pictures taken at midnight, stones sinking to the bottom of a lake and cracked phone screen . 「ruby. 20. gmt+1. she/her.」

yeehaw gays ! i’m back again ( stan knk ) with my tiny lil son junyeol , please like this for a plot or hmu on discord & i will love u forever !

s t a t i s t i c s

full name: oh junyeol nicknames: yeol, yeollie gender & pronouns: cisgender male , he/him sexuality: demisexual / demiromantic date of birth: april 30 1995 ethnicity: korean nationality: korean

hometown: seoul, korea current residence: new york city , new york occupation: unemployed education: high school education

zodiac signs: taurus sun, scorpio moon, cancer rising mbti: infp moral alignment: chaotic good

d i v i n g d e e p e r

being the son of a chaebol everyone expected junyeol’s life to be sunshine and roses, he would have it easy - his father had money and power, his mom was pretty and they resided in a four story penthouse in the middle of myeongdong. the life of oh junyeol was meant to be one for the books, one with a story already written for him before he had even taken his first breath.

what his family lacked for in love and actual affection for one another it made up with money, the boy’s father was positive there was nothing money couldn’t buy and that included happiness. he bought him and his sister all the gifts in the world thinking it would make up for his absence. it had never really worked for the boy, starting a young age the boy suffered from intense anger attacks, blinding rages from which he never truly recovered. not even the anger attacks were enough to get his parents to actually take a second and pay him attention - they were too busy with making money to send their son to therapy, to get him help for something that was so clearly a bother in his life.

the one thing he had always found solace in was music, his au pair having taught him how to play the piano hoping that it would give him a little peace of mind. later on he taught himself how to play guitar. he was ten years old when he wrote his first song. he was eleven when he auditioned for a big entertainment company, and it took him less than twenty-four hours to find out he had been accepted (he figured his dad had something to do with that, but he wasn’t complaining).

he trained for years until he finally got the good news that he was finally debuting - along with four other boys he was going to achieve what he had been working so hard for for all these years and that had to be celebrated. a few drinks in he found himself flirting with a girl, a really pretty girl who invited him to come home with her - it wasn’t something he’d usually do but he was drunk and he did have something to celebrate.

safe to say that went completely wrong, three days after the profile had been announced, three days after his face had been splashed all over the internet a video was leaked - a video he hadn’t consented for, but a video none the less. it took thirty minutes for his company to make the statement that his contract had been terminated and that he had been removed from the groups lineup. it took thirty-five minutes for his father to call him up with a fury he had never heard before. he had completely ruined the family reputation.

the boy got to drugs, drinking and a whole lot of other fucked up shit. his anger got worse, and as a tip on the ice berg he ruined the one good thing he had going for him – in a drunk rage he accidentally lashed out and hit the one person he had ever been able to get feelings for. his father shipped him off to new york. hoping that across the borders he wouldn’t be able to create any other damage.

he’s been in new york for two years now and his drug use hadn’t really gotten better , neither have his self destructive tendencies -- but after something similar happening again in one of his drunk rages he came to the conclusion that maybe he does have a substance abuse problem nd he’s currently in the process of getting clean. he’s about two months sober, but he still very much has a problem and it’s kind of a battle every day. he is also trying to restart his music and songwriting again, but if you ask him it’s nothing serious and it’s nothing good either.

tldr ; ok so this got mad long , baso he is mad fucked up his parents were rich chaebols who never gave him any attention, he grew up having anger issues but music was his big passion and it was supposed to safe his life. he was gna debut as a member of a bg but days after he got announced his rep got ruined due to a noncon sex tape. he got sent off to la for damage control and now lives off of his parents money. genuinely very sad and full of self loathing, will get drunk nd insert himself into bar fights bc he feels like he deserves to get kicked but also bc he wants to feel something. does a lot of drugs and avoids all physical contact with ppl at all costs bc hes scared of hurting them. big fat sad self hating mess who doesnt deserve what i put him through. good boy who makes a lot of bad decisions. ex-druggie mess. capable of a lot of love but wont allow himself to give it to anyone bc all he does is destroy things. enjoy him.

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