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random things tba. but enjoy his pics, mainly him eating.

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really rough draft. really long lmao.

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trigger warning: death, brief mention of drugs.

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na jaemin @jaemmin_out

13 august 2000.
biromantic, demisexual.
a hustler who does random house errands for people and is juggling three jobs atm: barista, florist and night filler.

tells people that he's an age care worker bcs lk embarrassed if anyone asked him.

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jaemin was under the impression that the universe did not favour the greedy, the dishonest, and the vicious. although on the mere surface, it sometimes appeared to do so; it helped the honest, the magnanimous, and the virtuous.

a bright, young boy he was - generous, sincere, and law-abiding (on most days at least). he grew up to be a good man. the universe was never in jaemin's favour, however.

jaemin grew up under the pressure to be mature beyond his years. despite receiving adequate love and affection from his family, it hasn't always been so easy.

his father was an admirable man. he was a busy miner who worked from dusk until dawn to feed the small family of four. his mother was a simple woman who too was a hard worker; always knee-deep in mud as she tended countless beautiful gardens. jaemin spent most of his time with his grandmother who took care of the housework, who sent him to classes and helped with his homework.

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every living creature is fighting against the aging process, and his grandmother was no exception. moving around grew more challenging for her as the years passed. at least she was at home to take care of her sister and mother whilst he was out at work.

jaemin went straight into work once he got his high school degree, throwing his aspirations to be a doctor out the window. he wanted his little sister to grow up in a loving household and get her proper education. he wanted to make sure that his family didn't have to worry about food and necessities, to make sure that they were readily available for them.

that was how he found himself hustling between jobs to support their cost of living, his sister's school fees, medications, etc. while also trying to save some money on the side to get himself a degree in the future so he could land himself a decent, secure job.

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[ busting his ass off as a coffee and flower boy by day, overnight supermarket stocker by dawn. ]

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tba.

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despite his tragic past, jaemin is still a bright boy and his positive attitude remained intact for the most part. a friendly dude who's friends with everyone in his neighbourhood, always ready to lend a helping hand.

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dm to connect!

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genres: angst, drama, crack, fluff. you name it, we write it! i don't plot romance or smut.

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they have always struggled with money matters, but his parents always managed to put food on the table, a shelter over their heads.

jaemin went to school like any other kid. although he couldn't afford the luxury of the latest games and gadgets, or the trendiest clothes and shoes, jaemin was a happy child. he had his father's bottomless wit and wisdom to entertain him whenever he had the chance. he had his mother's warm embrace and delicious cooking to comfort him on bad days.

as long as they were together, it was more than enough for him.

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enjoying bitter coffee, blackberries & bananas - but not together ok.
with a stain on his shirt.
eating or snacking every thirty minutes to maintain his energy.
smelling random things.
speaking in emojis.
wearing the same outfits over and over.
laughing at inappropriate times as coping mechanism.
cycling to commute.
browsing for new jobs at 4am.

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starbucks dark roast beans.
cappuccinos bcs not a massive fan of milk foam.
oversharing & oversharers.
people who are disrespectful towards hospitality & retail workers.
going to the doctor's.
medicine and vitamins bcs he thinks his immune system can help him recover from anything lmao.
stevia :-(
asking for help.
admitting that he needs help.
snobby wealthy people.
children under the age of ten with the exception of his darling sister.
clingy people, again with the exception of his little sister.
being serious bcs it makes him uncomfortable.
wasting food.

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sleep talking when under the weather.
has a potty mouth - curses like a sailor.
laughing when he's angry.
eating food way past its expiry dates bcs expiry dates are a hoax.
rubbing his eyes.
not taking anything seriously; proceed with caution if you wish.
inhaling spicy food like nothing > to then shitting his insides out in excruciating pain, but also never learning his lesson like a damn maso he is.

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style: 3rd pov preference, but detailed 1st works! mirroring tendencies.

plotting > winging: kindly asking you to only approach if you're willing to contribute to plot development and generating ideas together. if winging is more your thing, shoot a starter.

speed: busy busy atm. varies, depending on schedule and muse for threads.
current muse level: 8

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late replies: respectfully asking to not poke me for my tardiness in responses or lack thereof. i also am unlikely to hurry you for a response. the chances of me forgetting our thread is highly unlikely. will most likely approach you regarding my lack of response. tend to lose muse for threads, but not necessarily my character itself.

ic & ooc drama: ic drama is to be kept ic, and has to be consensual between both parties. communicate with me! no tolerance for ooc drama.

miscellaneous: feel free to reach out to me if you've lost muse for a thread of ours for any reason. we can drop or alter it accordingly. no hard feelings fr fr.

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⚠ please take trigger warnings seriously ⚠

ongoing character development for jaemin.

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in bw +10/11. currently living a busy and hectic lifestyle. on & off most of the time. i thank you for bearing with me!

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his mischievous and relaxed nature resulted in his tendency to avoid serious situations and conversations, feeling the need to keep his emotions at bay. after having his feelings suppressed for years, jaemin doesn't see the need to expose them anytime soon.

too focused on his hectic schedule, he's reluctant to take anything seriously in order to not put more on his plate. this only meant he has the habit of being apathetic towards everything, excluding work and family.

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he was nine years old.

jaemin recalled everything so vividly. his grandmother, his mother and him rushing down the white hall of the emergency room after receiving a call that his father had collapsed at work.

asbestosis accompanied by emphysema was the doctor's diagnosis.

after spending too many years surrounded by mineral deposits, the asbestos fibres had corrupted his father's lungs. his body could no longer hide the violent fits of coughs and his ragged breaths.

good news! a lung transplant the medical professionals had advised. his father would be saved. everything would go back to normal. his mother would have to pick up an extra job to support them financially, but that was okay because they would still be together.

bad news? they couldn't afford it.

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his mother shed blood, sweat and tears to get them any extra income. alongside being a gardener, suddenly she was a household helper, a mailwoman, a janitor. there was probably more to it than his knowledge. since his father had to stay in the hospital for most days - unable to survive without being hooked onto the mechanical ventilator -
they rented out jaemin's room to earn extra income.

it wasn't easy to be a mother who still had to take care of a growing boy while supporting all the hospital bills that kept on coming their way.

jaemin wasn't entirely oblivious to it either; he was grown enough to understand what was happening. he too had his own little stall by the neighbourhood with the help of his grandmother, selling an assortment of beverages. warm teas for colder days, refreshing iced (instant) coffees and lemonades for summery ones.

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they were so close to collecting enough money for his father's lung transplant. they had been on the list for a few months. their hard work would have paid off! they would soon be around the dinner table, enjoying his favourite bowl of seaweed soup.

but right when they needed it the most, the hospital had given away the only available donor organ to someone wealthier, someone with social status, someone who didn't come from the slumps as they did.

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at the tender age of ten, jaemin lost his father.

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[ everything seemed to go downhill from then onwards. ]

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jaemin's mother, although still the caring and lovely woman she was, changed.

his father's death affected jaemin. he no longer had a father figure to depend on. gone were the days he sat on his father's lap to listen to absurd stories about his life, about his work, about the mischievous things he did when he was his age. gone was his father to teach him intricate life skills: how to fix his bike, how to stand up against bullies, the complex rules of soccer, etc.

with no one in charge of that role, it automatically had fallen upon his mother.

however, his death affected her more than it affected jaemin. after decades of being together through thick and thin, their loss crushed her. within the span of a year, he witnessed her mental health deteriorating exponentially.

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at first, it started with trying to find him another father figure. perhaps it was also a distraction; only his mother and god knew.

his mother ended up pregnant with a guy who was nowhere to be seen after finding out about the grand news, leaving them to raise his half-sister, leaving his mother destroyed and vulnerable.

with the added stress of raising another child nine months later, she gradually showed signs of psychosis.

it was a shame that the strong woman with a beautiful soul that was his mother was found unconscious on the floor, foaming at the mouth. it grew hazy from there onwards; jaemin couldn't seem to recall most of it. the two years were traumatising enough that his brain repressed his memories to cope. but that graphic sight was burnt in the back of his mind.

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as he grew older, jaemin learnt that his mother had overdosed on crystals which eventually lead to her cognitive impairment and total paralysis, turning her into the bedridden vegetable she was now.

now, all it was all up to jaemin and his grandmother. to take care of his bedridden mother and to make sure that his younger sister grew up to be a proper young lady.

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[ unlucky life. the universe did not play a fair game. life was not fair to him. but was life ever fair to anyone? ]