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name: lee jin ho (이진호)

age: 33

birthday: december, 24th 1991

zodiac: capricorn

birthplace: sasang-gu, busan, south korea

ethnicity: korean

nationality: korean

current residence: wineport, 3008 malbec lane

languages: korean (native), english (fluent)

occupation: florist, ex-hitman

orientation: pansexual

status: single

education:

sasang high school

sasang elementary

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updated as of may 20th

minor add ons and slowly updating connections list

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mun's name: k or kou. either is fine!

pronouns: usually whatever my fc is! he/him.

timezone: minus eight, but i also run on plus hours sometimes. (bad sleep schedule)

unfortunately, i am a slight perfectionist so replies will be on the slower side. my sincerest apologies.

i am usually mia on most weekends. weekdays after 6pm PST is when i'll be most active!

i will normally try to reply in a timely manner. gentle reminder: i do have a busy schedule and delays will happen. i understand we all want to itch our writer's rash but please don't be pushy about replies.

if im more active in chats, i just want a breather when i'm having writer's block. i'm not ignoring you by any means!

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𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐓𝐘𝐋𝐄:

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𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐓𝐘𝐋𝐄:

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usually 3rd pov and para to multi para. i can't say i am a super detailed writer, but i can try :^).

i won't rush into sending replies since i don't want to fall short.

warning: i haven't been writing for some time now, so don't be mean or else i'll cry-- just let me warm up my brain.

nsfw plots are kept to a minimum. it's not my strongest suit so it'll be a low priority.

i tend to be a lengthy writer but please don't feel pressured to mirror length! i just like to yap.

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faceclaim: actor park bo gum

height: 182 cm

weight: 62 kg

hair: dark brown

eyes: brown

tattoos: a dragon along his spine, unknown roman numerals on his right bicep

scars: side of his torso, scattered along his arms and back, left shoulder

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[ TW THROUGHOUT: VIOLENCE, BLOOD, ABUSE, MURDER, SUICIDE ]

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likes:

tending to the garden/plants, sun bathing, going on long walks, sitting in silence, teasing and bantering, stargazing, exercising, candles/perfume, motorcycle rides

dislikes:

whiny/loud people, durian (however he will uses it as a weapon), invasion of privacy, espresso, snow/winter, dogs, sand

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mbti: ESFJ "The Caregiver"

love language:

words of affirmation (receiving)

gift giving/acts of service (giving)

positive traits:

loyal

jinho is a committed individual by nature. once a bond is built, he is your sworn ally. till the bitter end, he will remain by your side.

organized

being messy/disorganized brings unnecessary chaos into his life. he prefers to stick to a routine.

independent

if there's one thing about jinho, he heavily prefers to do things alone. he finds it slightly bothersome when someone tries to help him, knowing they'll only slow him down. nothing personal, it's just business.

negative traits:

dependent on external validation

jinho discovers later in life that he feels a type of way that he can’t explain when he’s being praised. it’s like a drug to him. the need to consistently do well, to gain the recognition he deserves, and to be seen for his hard work—it’s all an addiction.

rigid

unexpected changes can cause jinho's system to crash, making him irritable and stressed. he was conditioned to play by the rules and has no plans of changing anytime soon even if it's necessary for growth.

conflict avoidant

due to his past experiences, he has mastered the arts of shutting the fuck up. he's the type to apologize even if he isn't in the wrong. as long as the situation doesn't continue to escalate, he's willing to bite his tongue. on the other side of the coin, jinho's repressed emotions are bound to explode when tension is high.

hobbies:

singing (casual), exploring different kinds of music, cooking, playing the piano (not well), playing sports, cleaning

habits:

tends to clench his jaw when he's in deep thought

fidgets the ring hanging around his neck when he's anxious

smokes to help him think/gain clarity

chucking things when he's feeling lazy or tired

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lee jinho, born into the world of violence. his father, lee jeongmin, a heavy drunk, always released his anger and frustrations on the family, blaming the world for his misfortunes. min sora, his loving mother, constantly protected jinho from jeongmin’s wrath till her last breath. one night, the two went into a heated argument that was soon replaced with combat. on the brink of death, a glimmer of hope appeared before Jinho—a kitchen knife, calling his name like a haunting echo. using his remaining strength, his arms stretches towards the weapon, piercing it through jeongmin’s wretched heart. jinho’s first taste of vengeance. frightened, stunned, alleviated all at once. jeongmin’s brother, lee minjae, notified by the horrors that ensued in the household, sent a team to retrieve the boy and clean up the remains. from that day forward, jinho was under minjae’s care, teaching the young lad all the essentials of becoming a skillful hitman.

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jinho doesn’t have much memories of his childhood, mostly because he doesn’t want to remember. there was nothing pleasant or warm worth noting like the books his mother used to read for bedtime. it was only a sweet lie to put him to sleep while his father beat her in the dead of night.

“useless bitch!” the sounds of agony and desperation, nails scratching against the floorboards, impact striking her broken flesh—bleeding through the thin, cracking walls as jinho hid under the sheets, muffling his cries with trembling hands. this went on for as long as he could remember.

on one of the many days where jeongmin passed out somewhere on the streets, jinho's mother softly spoke of a promise:

“my sweet son, this is a secret between us, okay? when dad comes home and goes to sleep, we're going to leave here. remember that happy place i talked about? that’s where we’ll go.”

jinho’s prayers had finally paid off at last. he didn’t hesitate for a second to pack upon hearing the great news. the night before their escape, she met her untimely death. jinho, stepping out for a drink, immediately froze at the scene before him. the noose swaying his mother’s cold, lifeless body in the dark kitchen. consumed by the horror, jinho’s body gives out with a loud thud. the one who brought light to his life selfishly took it with her.

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given his home situation, jinho was a oddly bright kid. he always wore a warm smile and cared about other’s well-being. on top of that, he was: social, smart, handsome — a child other parents bragged about. loved by everyone but the one person he called "father". the praises he received from others fueled his drive to keep up the façade even jinho fell for his own lie. however, dreams built on a rocky foundation are bound to crumble.

naturally wanting a better life for himself, jinho studied hard and participated in club activities to get into a good university. the farther, the better. after a long night of studying, jinho came home to a disheveled jeongmin, sitting on the floor with his back against the couch, surrounded by bottles of soju. a part of him knew what was to come, fully bracing himself for the inevitable.

"do you know what time it is?"

"i was studying."

"don't lie to your father!"

a bottle shatters by jinho’s feet, causing him to stumble back. 'always the same shit.' his fury unleashed itself in a shout of equal power. his father gets up and charges straight towards jinho, fist landing on his face. stumbled, jinho quickly retaliates and swings back with full force, inexperienced but still impactful.

“oh.. you think you’re so grown now that you can fight back?” grabbing a fistful of jinho’s hair, his father drags him towards the sink, holding his head under the faucet as he cranks it to the rivers of hell. “you need to be taught a lesson on how to respect your father!” his father’s strength kept jinho steady under the running water, his face getting hotter by the second. jinho’s arms flailed around, gripping on to the edge of the sink before his hands fly behind his head, clawing his way free. jeongmin yelps, removing his hand quickly as jinho falls to the ground, coughing and vomiting excess water. he let out a few coughs and mumbles under his breath, “is that all you got, old man?” just as he raises his head, jeongmin pins him down and another forceful hand strikes his face, one after another.

jinho could feel his heart beating in his head, eyes blurring from the amount of blood being shed, stamina depleting by the second — the end was near. in his last moments, he could only think of the place his mother talked about, hoping it’d bring him ease as he passes. suddenly, a shimmer of hope flashes before his eyes, the shiny blade within arm’s reach. a part of him wanted to give up and move onto the next life, the other encouraged him to grab it. if he was already at death's door, he might as well take jeongmin with him. he mustered the last of his strength to wait as his father pulled his arm back, darting towards the knife and driving it straight into his father’s bitter heart. with killing intention brimming his eyes, he let out a guttural scream as he twists the knife, pushing his father off him.

the room grows silent. jinho could briefly hear jeongmin choking on his blood as he grips the handle tightly, blood streaming towards jinho. his beating heart overrides all senses, the ringing in his ear increasing with each breath. as the world fades into the unknown, he sees a blurry figure in his peripheral, multiplying each time he blinks. “m-mom…” his last words as a man carries jinho’s lifeless body from the crime scene.

beep... beep... beep...

the soft heart monitor getting louder as the supposed dead man resurrects. by god’s grace, jinho’s one functioning eye opened — confused, unfamiliar, dazed. he was laying on the hospital bed: left eye, neck, head, and arms all wrapped and cast off. he hears a soft snore off to the side; a man dressed in a fitted suit sat beside him, arms crossed with his eyes closed. jinho barely makes a sound and the man reacts, immediately sitting up with both hands on his knees. “thank god. i thought i lost you there. you sure took a beating from your dad.” his deep laugh fills up the room. though he wasn’t able to see the man, he knew based on the laugh—his uncle, minjae. “the neighbors called when they heard you guys fighting. i had my men go check on you and we got you just in time.” a sense of relief that he’s still alive, but also wishing he’d be better off dead.

"dad?..."

minjae gets up with a grunt, pacing around the bedridden boy with hands behind his back. “taken cared of. a man tried to rob the place, assaulted you both, but your dad stopped him from stabbing you. end of story.” before jinho could conjure another word, minjae puts his palms up to stop him.

"your mother's urn is safe. don't worry. we.. made a deal before she passed. now that my worthless, no-good brother is out of the way, i am your guardian now. once you're all healed, i'll take care of you." jinho knew what minaje's life was about. the mere thought sent a chill down jinho's spine, terrified of who stands before him: god or the devil. either way, it's do or die now.

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years after since his parent’s departure, jinho pursued a path he never imagined taking. he dreamt of moving to seoul, land a stable job, get married and start a family — however, god had other plans for him. the complete opposite. after graduating high school, minjae welcomed him into his shady business as his right-hand man. minjae ran a drug ring that specifically distributes quality goods from the states. he was the only one in busan who could pull it off, gaining respect from other organizations. jinho, his beloved cat, took out greedy rats who didn’t know their place in the food chain. swiftly and quietly. as long as minjae fed him with sweet words, he knew jinho wouldn’t dare to disobey, taking over the 'father' position in no time. jinho trained day and night to be the best. with a the new purpose, the innocent dream he once had, sunk deep into the ocean as his life grew dark and corrupt.

although jinho was under minjae’s command, with permission, business partners could hire jinho for situations that required an experienced hand. he was the perfect candidate; he never asks questions and quickly finishes the job with ease. agility, speed, endurance, skilled in combat; jinho was an all-rounder. in the underworld, he earned the name “reaper”. no one knew who he was or what he looked like, but what they did know was that he lurks in your shadow. mimicking every move, inducing paranoia, leading you to the inescapable fate. with each kill, jinho always took something from them, a memento for his uncle. minjae would display them proudly in his luxurious office, reminding future partners what will happen if you ever crossed him.

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the single case that started off with less than a dozen of mementos has expanded to either sides of the room. jinho stopped counting how many lives he has taken. the life from his eyes draining with each breath he takes. minjae summons him to his office, assigning him to another task that’s different from the others. minjae slides over a folder with a profile—a woman; widow, couple years younger, 9 to 5 shop owner, nothing out of the ordinary. “lydia lim, calvin lim’s sister. remember him? one of mr. kim's men? apparently, he smuggled a chunk of our funds in her shop. you just need to find where it’s hidden. no need to eliminate her unless she catches you. understood?” jinho furrows his brow as he flips through the profile before giving a firm nod.

a simple white tee with washed-out jeans, red flannel, tote bag, beat up sneakers and hair styled messily. he sighs at his unrecognizable self before practicing bright expressions in the mirror. to make a convincing story, he has to throw away his identity and create a new one, just like in high school. after going through a minor crash out, he finally sets off to the shop. the streets are lively since the weather has been nice for the last couple of days. jinho assumes it might be a good omen and hopes the job will get done in soon. he spots the playful sign and enters with caution; a voice causes him to jump slightly. “welcome! is there anything i can help with today?” lydia lim. “uh... i’m looking for something that’s low maintenance. i’m not home a lot, but a friend recommended i invest in some houseplants.” he says with quickness as he adjusts his demeanor. the two stroll through the shop; her soft-spoken voice fades in and out as he scouts the area for a potential hiding place while trying to pay attention. in the end, he concludes that it’s most likely hidden in the back. his mission continues as he walks home with his freshly potted plant.

a few days go by and jinho is in her shop once again. this time, he is determined to find that cash. they have a brief conversation before another customer enters. perfect timing. while she’s busy, he slips to the back and scans around for potential threats. once it was clear, he quickly searches the closet room, employee room, and the main office. nothing. jinho is getting frustrated before he heads to the last probable place, the bathroom. a stall signed ‘out of order’ and jinho quietly cracks the lock and immediately checks the tank. classic. he transfers the cash into his tote, organizing it nicely to avoid suspicion before setting everything back to its original state. jinho returns and lydia is nowhere to be seen; he calmly exits the building before hearing her voice chase after him. multiple scenarios run through his mind as he grips his bag tightly. lydia appears in front of him and she’s shyly adjusting herself. “i was going to ask you the first time we met, but i was too nervous... would you like to grab dinner sometime?” jinho was relieved but also burdened; he reluctantly agrees if that’s all it took her to leave. lydia is ecstatic and bids him goodbye before heading back to work; jinho, on the other hand, senses he might’ve dug his own grave.

another job well done. the cash is back in minjae’s hands and everything is back to normal. so he thought. jinho is in his casual clothes as he waits outside of lydia’s shop, waiting to head out for dinner. he hopes it’s a one-time thing and they’ll never have to cross paths again. however, that thought changed once they started talking more about their life, morals, and hobbies. jinho never held a proper conversation with anyone before. for once, he felt normal. one dinner lead to good morning texts, late night calls, and more dates. he wasn’t used to it at first, but like vines growing into a lattice panel, lydia slowly grew onto him. he looked forward to receiving notifications from her. things eventually became intimate. it started slow: holding hands, cuddling while having deep talks, starting new hobbies together. jinho never does shared activity unless it was sexual, but this felt right, wanting to do everything and anything with her. with sex, her touch was gentle yet passionate. he’s had one-night stands before and they were enough, but none of them felt like this. they were deeply and completely united. her vulnerability stirred up his insides. the way she accepted him whole heartedly despite his infinite flaws, never questioning his actions; she made sure he felt safe in this damned world. jinho had experienced true love. a love that felt wrong for him to have, but it’s the one thing he selfishly wanted.

"i'm going to be working late again, but i'll come get you tomorrow. same time."

"okay!~ be good and don't work too hard okay?"

"mm. i'll take it easy. goodnight, dear."

"goodnight, my love~"

jinho smiles softly as he hangs up, his heart skipping a beat like a high schooler in love. leaving the dark alleyway, he makes his way back inside the noisy club, double checking the situation with the others. it’s an important night for minjae and he wants to make sure everything goes smoothly. jinho didn’t have to be present for small things like this, but minjae insisted on him being there. he’s outside of the vip room, guarding and quietly listening to the conversation inside. moments after, one of his men inform him about an altercation happening outside. soogeun, one of minjae’s men, is stirring trouble and it’s getting out of hand. jinho leaves his position to go deal with the matter outside. immediately, he can hear glass shattering and sees soogeun picking a fight with a stranger by the bar. he makes his presence known and attempts to de-escalate the situation. the civilian claims soogeun was attempting to drug and take advantage of a woman, and he was quick to defend himself. as he’s explaining, jinho could smell the alcohol from his mouth. he tightly grips onto soogeun’s collar and pulls him close. “don’t bullshit with me. how many times do i have to tell you to behave? go outside and sober up.” he shoves the smaller one away before facing the other again to apologize. out of sheer anger, soogeun pulls out his gun and opens fires. jinho’s eyes widen as the body falls to the ground, and the crowd is screaming, running around like chickens without their head. his feet take him to the fallen and notices a police badge hidden in his jacket; he angrily turns back to soogeun and throws a sharp punch. “you fucker! you just shot a detective!” jinho orders the rest to get out as fast as possible, sprinting back to the vip room and informing the party about the incident. everyone is being escorted out, leaving no evidence behind of illegal activity.

back at the office, all of minjae’s men stood before him with their heads down, arms tucked behind them. in a fit of rage, minjae throws his whiskey at the wall and lets out a loud scream. after his outburst, he looks at jinho for an explanation. with a clear voice, he explains the situation and minjae interjects, demanding soogeun to step forward. with a shaky breath, soogeun is dripping in sweat as he stands in the front. minjae circles the small boy like a vulture before looming from behind. “useless mutt.” his dark voice sends shivers down the crowd’s spine before swiftly pulling out his blade and slitting soogeun’s throat. the boy went limp, and the men quickly disposed of him. minjae demands everyone to leave except for jinho. fear sets in as everyone hurries out; jinho is pacing his breathing to keep calm. a hand lands on his shoulder and minjae speaks with a soft. “let’s go for a ride.” a sigh of relief escapes his lips, not knowing what lies ahead.

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it’s the first snow. ‘lydia would love this.’ jinho thought to himself as they both head off to the mountains. the drive was long enough to have snow piling up significantly. reaching their destination, the cabin they used to stay in when they needed a break. they both step out and admire the view; tall trees surrounding the area, stars shining brightly, and the sound of snow falling. before jinho could make his first step, minjae’s voice fills the air. “jinho. i’m quite disappointed in you. you’ve changed… and i think i know why.” jinho furrows his brows, confused, before a loud bang coming from the cabin catches his attention. he couldn’t believe his eyes—he didn’t want to. it was lydia, arms bound behind her, mouth tapped. she was desperately screaming for jinho as she struggled to get out of the man’s grasp. jinho was sprinting towards her, stopping in his tracks when he hears a click behind him; minjae had a gun pointed at him. clicking his tongue, minjae shakes his head at the displeasing sight. “you’ve gone soft, my boy. normally, you would’ve known that man was a detective, befriend him, get him drunk enough to take him somewhere secluded and kill him. instead, you apologized and ruined everything.” jinho’s adrenaline was overheating his body, unable to contain his overwhelming sentiments. he slowly turns to his uncle, dropping to his knees.

“uncle. what are you doing?.. she didn’t do anything--“

“but she did. she took the one thing i worked so hard to raise and corrupted it.”

“please! she did nothing! it was all me! i got greedy, i'm sorry. i won’t let it happen again, just please let her go...”

jinho’s eyes brimming with tears as minjae stares at him with empty eyes. he looks up and signals them to come down. the man drags lydia down the stairs and throws her bruised body in front of jinho. instinctively, he reaches out to her and minjae pulls the trigger, aiming at jinho’s shoulder. jinho falls back and lets out a loud shriek, taking in sharp breaths. lydia’s tears stained the snow as she wiggled towards jinho, quickly stopped by minjae, who grabs a fistful of her hair and props her up, sending a loud smack to her face. jinho gathers his strength to get on his knees again, hunched over as the blood paints the canvas beneath them. removing the tape, minjae whispers into her ear. “if you shoot your sweet beloved, i will spare your life and you can go back to living a normal life. we will never cross paths again.” lydia hesitates for a moment; her uneven breath floating in the air as she looks down at the fuzzy jinho. “o-okay…” she quietly whispers. minjae releases his grip and gently strokes the back of her head. he unties the woman, places the gun in her trembling hand before backing away to watch the show. her feet stumble to jinho as the cold numbs the external pain. jinho’s droopy lids stare up at lydia; his eyes filled with regret, sorrow, guilt. with a smile, he weakly guides the barrel to his forehead, coughing out shreds of blood.

“close your eyes... i’ll pull the trigger for you.”

she chokes on her tears and softly shakes her head.

“lydia…”

“i… always knew. i knew what kind of person you were. you had the same hands as my brother. but i still dared to chase after you. i don’t regret it though. if you ask me, i’m the luckiest girl alive to have met someone as beautiful as you.”

jinho chuckles bitterly as the water falls from his eyes.

“but… i can’t let you go out like this. you need to live. for me. i love you.” lydia rips away from his hold and points the barrel to her head, showing him one last smile before pulling the trigger.

the shot echoes through the empty forest as her lifeless body drops into the soft snow. jinho’s eyes shake at the unexpected change of events, his body frozen in time. he staggers to her sleeping side and gently moves her blood stained strands from her face, unable to contain his despair; he lets out a gut wrenching cry and hugs her stiff body.

a part of minjae felt sorry, but he convinces himself that it was just a fleeting moment. he lights a cigarette and hands the lighter to the other. “we’re done here.” minjae leaves the scene as his new hitman goes over to the cabin, which was drenched in gasoline, setting it ablaze. the hitman dials 119 and leaves the phone with the dying couple before following behind his owner. jinho was drowning in his own despair, ignoring everything around him. he laid beside his dead lover and pulled her into his chest, wrapping her with his coat. smoke covered the night sky and the ashes mixed with the snow. jinho admired lydia one last time before falling into deep sleep.

just like before, the heart monitor awakens jinho from his slumber a month later. ‘not again..’ he thinks to himself. after his recovery, the police questioned him about the incident. in that moment, he could’ve just exposed his uncle, but he made up a shitty lie and they believed it. months later, he’s fully recovered and is released from the hospital. it was now spring. the flowers were blooming so beautifully, he wished lydia was here to see it. no where to go, he checks if his apartment was vacant or not. he kept a spare key hidden under the plant by his door and surprisingly, it was still the same as before, nothing was moved other than the food in the fridge. there was an unfamiliar card on the table ‘congrats on being alive. take what you need and leave. i took a chunk of your money to fix the damages at the bar, so don’t be surprised at your bank account.’ inside the shitty card was a one-way ticket to wineport. jinho scoffs, “fucking bastard.” letting the silence take over, unknowing tears drop onto the card. he really hoped death would take him this time, but life is truly cruel to the unfortunate.

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kotone utahara : pms

kim doyeon : pms

xueyao liu : pms

kang jaeyeon : starter // " title in the making.. "

serena d'ettore : pms

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kang jaeyeon [ 강재연 ] :

⟼ connection : stranger to friends

↳ on a morning jog, jinho was desperate for some water and stopped by the convenient store. however, he realized didn’t have any sort of funds on hand. a kind stranger pays for his drink and before he gets to thank her, his eyes widen at the woman next to him.

she had striking similarities to his beloved. their meeting was accidental, but it felt like god was giving him a second chance. redemption.