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° face claim: jeon jungkook
°age: 28
° birthday: September 1st

° occupation: business major
° orientation: heterosexual
° lover: none
° status: single

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Park Haejun had always preferred city lights over sunsets, air-conditioned offices to the sticky heat of the coast. Willith Beach was a necessary inconvenience, a place he had to be to sell his parents’ properties before the hotel went up and the prices dropped. He hated the sand - gritty, stubborn and impossible to escape no matter what - but he tolerated it because, well, the parties were worth it. Champagne in hand, music thrumming through the night, laughter spilling across balconies - that was the part of the beach he could handle. Everything else was a constant irritation. He had memorized the feel of sand under his expensive shoes, the subtle burn of the sun on his shoulders, the way the ocean’s scent stuck to his hair after a single walk down the boardwalk. He hated it all, but he had long ago perfected the art of pretending it didn’t bother him.

The properties themselves were just another game. Haejun sold them behind his parents’ backs, not out of need - he had more money than he could ever spend - but for the quiet satisfaction of showing them he wasn’t theirs to control and he, too, could play their games of power and manipulation. Their divorce had become an ugly theater and he had no interest in being a prop. Watching them fight and flounder without him involved was a sport and he played it expertly. He imagined their faces when they discovered some of the sales he had quietly finalized, a mix of shock and begrudging respect that only reinforced the thrill of the game.

But the real complication wasn’t the divorce, the deals, or even the disgusting heat of Willith Beach. It was her. His ex-girlfriend and the thee news she had hit him with just before he had left for the beach. She was pregnant, the picture of the positive test a grim proof glaring up at him from the screen of his phone. The words made his chest tighten in a way he hadn’t expected, a slow, horrible dread settling over his usual bravado. Their relationship had been brief - if two months even counted as a real relationship - but intense, tangled with her betrayal of her previous boyfriend and their own reckless attraction. Everything about it screamed complication and now those were catching up to him. A child, undeniably hers, arguably his.

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Haejun wasn't ready for this. He tried to keep his distance, to protect his carefully built freedom, to ensure that his trust fund remained untouched and using the sales deals he had to close as a shield against responsibility. But nothing could shield him from this. He found himself staring at the horizon, the ocean stretching endless and indifferent and for the first time in weeks, he felt something close to fear - not the kind born of failure or debt, but of the consequences of his own actions, of life twisting beyond his control.

Beneath that fear, though, stirred something more quietly, a tenderness he rarely admitted even to himself. It was the ache of imagining what it could mean to care for someone beyond himself, to be capable of love that wasn’t fleeting and that left marks. He could feel his heart aching behind his ribs every time he thought about her, about the way she had smiled at him, the moments she had trusted him in ways he barely deserved. The child was a permanent testament of a choice made in drunken passion, but it also whispered of possibility and perhaps of connections he had long avoided.

Still, Haejun moved with his usual ease, trading the weight in his chest for charm and strategy. He negotiated, he laughed, he danced - he performed the part of the careless, rich young man the world expected him to be. Beneath it, though, he carried the quiet knowledge that his life had shifted irreversibly, that every choice from here would ripple further than he wanted to consider. And he couldn't walk away from this. Haejun had always thought he could manipulate the world to his liking, bend it to his rhythms - yet some things, he realized, were stubborn, unyielding and insistently real. And sometimes, the heart was one of them.

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⛱﹏° “I hate the beach. Don’t mistake that for hating the view.”

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⛱ “I’ve spent years trying to outrun the weight of my family. Turns out, it can swim.”

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⛱ “Everyone sees the parties. No one sees what happens when the music stops.”

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⛱ “Sand is just glitter for people who hate themselves.”

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⛱ “She said my life was too fast. I told her she was the only thing I wanted to slow down for.”

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⛱ “Some nights I wonder if I’m running from them, or just running from myself.”

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⛱ “The ocean is cute until it ruins your shoes.”

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⛱ “I can live without the beach. I don’t know if I can live without the chance to prove I’m more than what they think I am.”

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⛱ “Sand is proof God had favorites, and I wasn’t one of them.”

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° “I was never afraid of consequences - until they had your smile.”

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° timezone: gmt+1

° ooc is ooc. ic is ic. I'm not my character and things said in the main chat are strictly ooc, or ic as a joke.

° activity level: depending on schedule

° call me by my character's name or my username

° i work a full time job, so activity and muse can vary

° only poke me after a week without replies unless notified of a hiatus or a deadline coming up that will prevent me from being online

° i don't plot romance, past romance can be plotted. i can plot marriage / engagements, but not as endgames, given the nature of this roleplay

° 3rd over 1st, it just limits my creativity

° pm to plot

° i prefer to plot out a baseline and then see where it's going for us

° my character profiles will adapt and change over time

° if we plot, please make an effort, my biggest pet peeve is feeling as if i'm doing most of the work

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⛱ Fatal Flaw:

His belief that charm and control can smooth over any problem and he trusts himself to fix everything, often underestimating consequences or the feelings of others. It makes him reckless with both his heart and his dealings.

⛱ Likes:

• Sunset cocktails over beer

• Music that makes the floor vibrate

• Neon lights reflecting off water

• Private jokes shared in crowded rooms

• The thrill of closing deals nobody sees coming

⛱ Dislikes:

• Sand in places it shouldn’t be

• People underestimating him

• Complications that can’t be negotiated away

• Emotional vulnerability, for himself and others

• Being told what he “should” feel or do

⛱ Pet Peeve:

People who overdramatize their emotions. He finds excessive displays tiring and insincere - as if feelings can be packaged for attention rather than experienced.

⛱ Hobbies:

• Party-hopping across exclusive clubs

• Collecting rare liquors and limited-edition fashion

• Playing poker or high-stakes games for fun, not money

• Curating social media moments to perfection

⛱ Positive Traits:

• Charismatic and effortlessly magnetic

• Strategic and quick-thinking under pressure

• Confident, with a knack for persuasion

• Loyal in his own way, especially to those he genuinely cares about

• Can stay composed when everything around him is chaos

⛱ Negative Traits:

• Avoidant of emotional confrontation

• Selfish when it suits him, especially to protect freedom or money

• Prone to indulgence and excess

• Holds grudges quietly, simmering beneath the surface

• Can manipulate situations ruthlessly, sometimes without remorse

⛱ Personality:

Haejun is a paradox of charm and restlessness. He moves through life like it’s a curated event - every gesture, every laugh, every look calibrated to maintain the illusion of control. He loves the parties, the thrill of influence and the freedom that comes with wealth, but he hates anything that sticks or slows him down. The obligations, the sticky weight of consequence. Still, beneath the effortless mask lies a storm of anxiety and conflicted loyalty, especially around his ex and their unborn child. He can be witty, persuasive and captivating, but emotional truth is something he approaches cautiously, almost scientifically. Haejun thrives in chaos he can manipulate, navigates relationships like strategy games and enjoys indulgence as both facade and reward. He is far from heartless, yet he guards his own feelings fiercely, only revealing them when the stakes are high, or when he’s forced to face the reality of what he cannot control.

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⛱ “Beach bodies are overrated. Try a bank account.”

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⛱ “I’ve always played the game to win. But with you, I don’t know what winning even means.”