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headcannons.

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“And like the moon, we must go through intense phases of emptiness to feel full again.”
— unknown.

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the person.

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frames.

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the story.

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the han clan.

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persona.

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author's notes.

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棟旭。

棟 • (dong) (hangeul 동)

(eumhun/pronounced: 동녘 동 (dongnyeok dong))

1. east; eastern.

旭 • (uk; wook; ouk) (hangeul 욱)

1. rising sun.

2. brilliance.

3. radiant.

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𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ❋ 191cm // 6'3

𝐰𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ❋ unknown.

𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐞 ❋ athletic lean, muscled from years of working out.

𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 ❋ dark brown, only reflects in the light.

𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫 ❋ dark, and shaved on the side,

usually kept short. does not wear a gat.

𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐨𝐧 & 𝐬𝐭𝐲𝐥𝐞 ❋ dark hanboks that are easy to move in.

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This is purely a work of fiction and bears no resemblance to any person or event in real life. If any, there are merely coincidental. Inspirations have been taken throughout various forms of media, namely 'Love in the Moonlight, 'The King: Eternal Monarch, 'Bridgerton' and 'Scarlet Heart Ryeo'. This character and writer are in no way, shape or form affiliated with the real life person Steve Noh Sanghyun and events throughout the character arc are meant solely for entertainment purposes and is not meant to offend any person, religion, culture or event.

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                                    ⌗ ROSE.

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                                    ⌗ ROSE.

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────         ⵓ      female. No age preference. Gisaeng. Cheonmin.

────         ⵓ      comfort zone, sexual themes, love affair, friends with benefits.

────         ⵓ      TW: sexual themes.

────         ⵓ      A.N :: // it is absolutely not necessary to write the smut although I am more than happy to try it out. And this plot does not mean that is endgame for both characters. It is purely a friends-with-benefits trope and I am open to adding and removing things from this as you please. Again, I would love to write this so if you’d like it, please reciprocate the energy and pace.

────         ⵓ      ❝ 오늘은 아무 걱정, 아무 신경 쓰지 마, 팔을 벌려 나를 안아줘.

With a love of whiskey and filled with loneliness, Dongwook often finds himself in company that are flowery. They are all beautiful, filling the gardens of every gisaeng house with blossoms of grace and laughter but out of that bunch, a thorny rose always stands out to him.

She smells of moonlight and rose dipped whiskey, lingering on his skin after a night under the moon. Their friendship stems from that night, but over time, it develops into something akin to comfort, one that fits within the silk sheets and in their lives as if puzzle pieces. It’s a transaction of benefits and Dongwook has no qualms about becoming all too familiar with the walls of her bedroom.

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the blade cuts through the air in a sharp movement, slicing through the maple leaf that was billowing aimlessly. a huff of hot air blew through his mouth as he exhaled, maneuvering his sword in a dangerous pas-de-deux. sweat dotted his forehead, sticking his long hair to his face and neck yet his fingertips were cold. autumn wasn't so forgiving; it was a frigid dawn, right on the cusp of winter where summer's heat seemed just a mere farfetched dream.

the man stepped into a circle, as fluid as water and whirled his sword over his head. his movements were precise and sharp, indicating years and years of training that led to perfection. blood, sweat and tears had been spilt to get to where he was but for some reason, no matter what he did, nothing ever appeased the demons in his mind.

and that was precisely the issue; sometimes, they took over a bit too much, too loud, too cruel that he dropped his guard.

the blade slid over the palm of his hand, nicking his skin in a curved line. he stopped immediately, looking down at the rubies that dotted his palm before melting into rivulets of crimson. pain did not register, it never did after that incident but he was at least glad that it was something he felt. for if he did not feel pain, there was nothing that would stop guilt from swallowing him whole.

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♣ ⸺ FAMILY SEAL.

house of the black bull.

♣ ⸺ SOCIAL RANKING.

cheonmin.

♣ ⸺ ORIGIN.

pohang.

♣ ⸺ HOUSE COLOURS.

black, grey and white.

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IMPORTANT NOTE:

first and foremost, i would like to mention that i am not taking up more than 5 plots for any of my characters however i am more than happy to simply to a connection if needed. i am sporadically online and get vanish from time to time for ooc reasons. replies usually come within 3-8 business days, sometimes even 30 mins if i am very inspired. just because i am online and in the chatrooms does not mean i am ignoring your dm or thread. do NOT under any circumstances poke or you WILL get ignored.

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𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞  ✒  han dongwook.

𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 ✒  none.

𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞  ✒  may 11, 1839. (29)

𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡 ✒ yeongildae, pohang, north gyeongsang province, joseon.

𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ✒ the park manor, hanseong.

𝐳𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐜 ✒  ☼ Taurus, ☽ Cancer ,⇡ Leo.

𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐳𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐜 ✒  the rabbit.

𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐡 ✒  buddhist.

𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦 ✒  noh sanghyeon.

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𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬: single. not interested.

𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: heteromantic.

𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: heterosexual.

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from a small city called pohang in the northern gyeongsang province, the hans have always been a family of strong soldiers and warriors. it was an honour for the family to serve those of higher status, being given the name 'the family of blades' for their expertise in martial arts, swordsmanship, horseriding, and strength. they are loyal to those they serve, which explains why they have a long line of loyalty to the parks. han dongyeol, a retired bodyguard and right-hand man to park yeongjun (yeonghan's father) and it was natural that dongwook would be the same for duke park despite being the youngest son of the hans.

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⤷ 𝐦𝐛𝐭𝐢: istp— the virtuoso

⤷ 𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦: unknown.

⤷ 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞: acts of service. touch.

a peeled apple. a fed strawberry. a glass of cold water. hand massages. gentle rubs. penned notes and letters. hand holding. personal cozy crannies and nooks. a hand over a sharp edge. lined shoes by the entrance. cleaned room. fingers through your hair.

⤷ 𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐲 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞: making restitution.

⤷ 𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭: phlegmatic.

⤷ 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲: separates logic and emotions when needed. giving. compassionate. courteous. humble. unable to say no. critical, usually self. perfectionist. can come off as cold. charismatic. righteous.

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darum. or my chara's name.

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detailed third pov borderline novella and beige prose. paragraphed and detailed; first povs are usually for dialogues and scripts.

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♧ ⸺ Han Dongyeol (NPC).

occupation :  retired bodyguard, current farmer.
age : 70.
spouses : Jo Jihye.
children : Han Donghan (deceased), Han Donghwa (f, 26), Han Dongwook.

♧ ⸺ Jo Jihye (NPC).

occupation : housewife.
age : 59.
spouses : Han Dongyeol.
children : Han Donghan (deceased), Han Dongwook (29), Han Donghwa (f, 26).

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angst and drama are usually the cup of tea. fluff and romance are not going to be done unless I am friends with you or comfortable with you. but this does not mean i'm opposed to ex-plots or one-sided crushes from you.

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age : 29.
spouses : none.
children : none.
occupation : Park Yeonghan's right-hand man & bodyguard.

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i. DMs are strictly OOC unless discussed forehand for a private thread.

ii. I will be able to write a maximum of four (4) threads at most due to schedule issues ooc. However, I am more than happy to establish connections.

‎iii. Please make sure you're reading the bio provided before you approach me for a plot. I do NOT go through the effort and brain juice for it to be overlooked. And certainly, I will appreciate it if I'm approached with an idea first hand and NOT 'anything will do' or 'tell me something about your muse'. Rest assured, I will be very unamused and simply ignore your DMs.

iv. Slow replies; may vary between a week to two. Do NOT poke me, under any circumstances for a reply. If you are someone who will lose muse if I take too long, I'm not the person to write with.

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                                ⌗ WHISKEY.

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                                ⌗ WHISKEY.

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────         ⵓ      female. same age or older.

────         ⵓ      forbidden romance/affair. obsession.

────         ⵓ      TW: npc character death.

────         ⵓ      A.N :: // it is crucial to understand the han lore with this plot, especially how dongwook came to be who he is now.

this is an emotionally heavy plot, one that is very close to my heart and i require my partner to be as invested in this as i am. this plot actually starts from years ago, when Dongwook was still very young which means that there will be constant planning and discussion and i expect actual writing when it comes to development and background. so please please please be very serious if you are interested.

────         ⵓ      ❝ think I'll take my whiskey neat, my coffee black in my bed at three.

you're bright as the morning, as soft as the rain, pretty as a vine, as sweet as a grape and there was no way, come forth flood or hell, for Dongwook to get you out of his mind. but you were never his. to him, you were meant to be admired and pined over from a distance; after all, you were his brother's.

you were never his.

but the heart wanted what it wants, even in this very day. was it the devil or was the universe hard at work when temptation gave way to guilt after Donghan's death? what was the tipping point that caused him to buckle under his obsession for you? and what now, that he is trying his very best to get over you, even after what feels like eons has passed?

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part one; the beginning.

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the youngest han son and middle child was not meant to be at the status he is now. indeed, he was meant to simply be a young man to frolick, travel, and be a boy to his heart's content. he was the apple of his parents' eyes and the joy to his siblings' lives. han dongwook was the golden boy of pohang, a small village of fishermen and farmers; he would always run errands for the older ladies in town, lend a helping hand to the men who came back from sea with their tropes of fish yet most of the time, his eyes would be filled with starry awe as he watched his father and oldest brother train. dongwook would join them too, but he knew he would never be on par to his older brother no matter how much he tried. he never complained though, being a warrior was not for him.

he was a lover, not a fighter.

but there is woe to destiny when soft heart turns into stone and the sun rises from the west.

you see, swordsmanship ran in the han family for generations prior to dongwook's; it was said that once upon a time, they were the best in the country, so much that they were granted status and power by the country. what an honour it was for them, to be held to such esteem. alas, history would have it that they would also see their downfall.

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but that's another story for another time.

pohang holds a special place in the family's heart; it's home, yes but it's also a place of doom, one they had no idea would be intertwined with such tragedy.

it was spring night, right about the equinox when it happened and dongwook was just 16. the whole village was celebrating for the oldest son of the han household had just gotten married. everyone was sharing food and throwing a feast in the main square. lanterns decorated every corner of the village and the air smelled ripe of fresh fruits and flowers. the shamans had finished the rituals and the fireworks had gone off into the sky, lighting up the night in hues of blues, yellow and green.

the village was bustling but only those who looked very closely would notice two specific people missing from the party.

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her name was hayeon.

and by heavens was she the most beautiful creature dongwook had ever seen.

she looked at him with eyes of silver moonlight that brimmed with tears and his heart was breaking. how could she be so sad yet, how could he not do a thing to wipe that sorrow away?

"i hate seeing you like this," he whispered, reaching out for her hand. dismay washed onto his face when she jerked her arm back, refusing to be touched.

"you did this. you caused this," she whispered back in a soft broken sob. "if you could have stopped this before-"

he reached for her again, pulling her smaller body to his with intent. "then let me fix it now. let's run away. just you and i. please, hayoon-ah."

"what the hell is going on in here?" a voice boomed like thunder, louder than the fireworks outside.

shock rippled through the entire house and before he knew it, it was chaos.

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the air reeked of betrayal and the stench of blood, to the point that he could taste the bitterness on his tongue. his forehead and upper arm was bleeding and his sword was drawn out in a protective manner.

hayeon was begging, pleading and crying but dongwook had barely been able to register any of it. all he could see was donghan's eyes, filled with rage and betrayal. the oldest of the han children had witnessed his newly betrothed wife and brother sharing a moment akin to lovers' intimacy and there was nothing but fury that lit his insides. and in that fit of anger, his sword had been drawn and pointed immediately at dongwook's throat.

everything else after that was a blur; self-defence became a fight for his life and for hayoon's honour, and that fight turned into the biggest tragedy that pohang would ever face.

the brother's fight was more than just hurt pride; it was a culmination of years of envy despite what their relationship seemed like. and the scuffle made a mess to the house; the shelves were to the floor and soon enough, so were the lamps and the candles that were inside. the wooden panels caught on fire first and it was too late by the time anyone noticed.

the place was lit like hell come to earth; smoke filled every nook and cranny and it would get worse by the moment. the party outside had stopped and the villagers had begun running about to dowse the house. dongwook's first thought was to save both hayoon and donghan and while he succeeded saving hayoon, it wasn't so fortunate with donghan.

"hyung, come on! let's get out!" dongwook grunted, pulling donghan up onto his shoulders. however, the older boy only pushed him away, tears in his eyes.

"no. only one of us will."

the clangs of swords rumbled against the cackling fire. and the two boys fought till death in the burning building, one for vengeance and one for his own life. dongwook was terrified but he knew that if he stopped, there was no winning against the fury donghan felt so he fought back as hard as he could. and in his own attempt to save himself, his blade sank into flesh, past sinnewy muscles and deep into crevices. donghan's body stilled and fell right into dongwook's arms, empty and soulless. and the younger boy remained in place, in the midst of hell, on his knees and cradling his dear brother to his chest in sorrow and despair, not knowing the kind of guilt he would be carrying from then onwards.

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part two; the redemption.

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                               ⌗ FAVOURITE. 

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────         ⵓ      female. gisaeng. No age preference.

────         ⵓ      confidant. comfort zone.

────         ⵓ      TW: none.

────         ⵓ      A.N :: // this plot can be developed further and while it is not considered end-game, I wouldn’t be opposed to it depending on character chemistry.

Once again, please genuinely be inclined to write this is you are interested! Feel free to dm me for more details.

────         ⵓ      ❝ 거친 눈빛 존재 전부, Girl, you're my favourite.

Sleep doesn’t come easy. It never has.

He’s always been plagued with nightmares ever since that incident and it’s always in the middle of the night when his demons choose to awaken his guilt and push him to teeter over the edge of insanity.

He doesn’t know when it started but at one point, he began finding comfort in your lap. you constantly urge him to rest and he finds that he is only able to do that with you. when his scars bleed and when life throws salt onto his wounds, when his eyes are bloodshot with the lack of sleep, he finds solace in your arms, face buried in your neck and allows himself to get lost in sleep.

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✿ go yeonhwa (née ryu)14:09:20Reply

OOOO DONGWOOK U LOOK GOOD LOCA

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✿ seol minhwan14:14:46Reply

i am called oppa, but something tells me that dongwook could probably crush me in his arms

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❃ kwon nabi15:33:20Reply

dongwook not realizing there's a famine cuz yeonghan buys him whatever he wants

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────         ⵓ      yangban, over 30+.

────         ⵓ      friends but spicy. submission.

────         ⵓ      TW: sexual themes.

────         ⵓ      A.N :: // this is quite a simple connection, and is purely done and written for the purpose of fun. It does not really involve any particular emotion or want other than desire for now, but this can be developed as the plot and chemistry is built.

The prompt below is part of a scene I had in mind.

Once again, please genuinely be inclined to write this is you are interested! Feel free to dm me for more details.

────         ⵓ   ❝ I wanna be your slave, I wanna be your master, I wanna make your heartbeat run like rollercoasters.

Sleepy eyes turn into irises dilated by undulated desire, and the drop of sweat that runs from his temple down to the curve of his jaw is gently wiped away with cold caressing fingers.

The hand that grips is face is forgiving, kind as it brushes the pain away. But it’s powerful, reminding him exactly who was the force behind anything lately.

See, the relationship stemmed from a mere jest, that he would look awfully good on his knees in front of you. To say the least, it was incredibly unexpected, when the joke came to reality and it wasn’t just simple friendly jests anymore. It was unexpected, but both have agreed that it is indeed a delightful experience; after all, in a world where he is ought to be at the forefront of authority and protection, it feels good to just let go.

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name: lady kwon bora.

relation: friends with benefits.

dynamics: friends, love affair.

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name: lady hong areum.

relation: strange friends.

dynamics: friends, love affair.

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name: duke of suncheon, lord park yeonghan.

relation: right-hand man & bodyguard.

dynamics: friends, close confidants.

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