birthday: july 10th, 1999

age: twenty-seven

birthplace: unknown, south korea

residence: seoul, south korea

religion: christian

languages spoken: korean and english. currently attempting to learn japanese, and spanish, but they never quite pan out.

orientation: heterosexual

positive

loyal, tactful, playful, considerate, determined, resilient, independent, loving, selfless, protective, empathetic, generous, mindful, courageous, patient to a degree, on the outside considered emotionally expressive.

neutral

confident border lining cocky, teasing/prankster.

negative

rebellious, impulsive, reckless, provocative, attention-seeking, skeptical, selfish to a degree, guarded, addictive, restless, stubborn, hotheaded. can be a lone wolf in proving himself. uses humor to deflect. with relationships, he can be a commitment phobe (more so that he avoids the vulnerable side to him and allowing people to be near that layer of him. afraid of being emotionally dependent on someone, but still wants unconditional love, yet he doesn't know how to keep it). emotionally unreadable (different from him being emotionally expressive).

goals

finding himself.

protecting his mother, sisters, and grandma.

feeling alive.

fears

being inadequate. as he learned from watching his mother, love was conditional and there's always a price to pay.

losing control. despite the risks he takes, he likes being in control of what makes him feel alive.

being betrayed. he never wants to be truly vulnerable with someone, fearing that they would hurt him.

depending on someone enough that losing them would destroy him.

general: high-risk activities, f1, y2k music, long walks and drives, memory foam pillows, movies, tv shows, soft blankets, sleep, good pajamas, the right running shorts and hoodie combo

food: katsu, octopus stew, janchi guksu, wang mandus, burgers, raw ramen with the soup powder, steak (medium), peach and anything peach flavored, korean pears, watermelon, tequila, soju, kimchee stew, braised potatos, potato pancakes, jeon, jeon, and jeon

movies and tv shows: die hard, ghost, mean girls, tv carries the love, james bond, hot chick, white chicks, dancing queen, my sassy girl, charlie's angels, toy story, wall-e, lilo and stitch, godzilla, legally blonde, meet the fockers, zoolander, miss congeniality, young sheldon, and han hyesoo's projects

dislikes

general: bananas after meeting the wrong girl who loved them too much, gossip involving his mother, broken promises, judgmental people, controlling individuals, authority (especially when unearned), losing, interrupted sleep schedules, criminals that target vulnerable individuals

food: bananas, cilantro, and oysters

hobbies: attending concerts, playing the ukulele, playing the guitar, doodling, racing, watching movies, fixing cars, boxing, lifting weights, eating

- will mirror responses.

- i am a slower responder.

- extra: i am slower with 3rd/para responses. still adjusting to writing in 3rd/para, so please excuse my rough responses.

plotting essentials and notes

• for plotting please send a pm. if you have my dc, please feel free to message me there.

• if you do not have any ideas when approaching me, please tell me what you like/don't like. 

• i can get extremely detailed and ask too many questions during the process, just a warning. this happens more so when there's history, angst, or complicated layers between our characters. i want to make sure we are on the same page.

• please contribute to the plotting process. it helps me immensely when suggesting ideas, but also inspires me to do better.

with romance, this means the plot has romantic elements to it like former lovers, current attractions, etc. 

with smut, we can also cut to black.

location preferences: walls typically, but will respond in rooms. anything smut related, strictly pm.

genre avoidances: nothing too fluff based. willing to do comedy if the plot calls for it and it feels natural.

triggers/limits/will most likely not plot with: 

incest

sa. it's fine if it is part of your character's background.

terminal illness. will most likely avoid plotting/rping with your character if it's part of their background in some way, especially if it is vital to your character or the plot. 

if i am not responding to you, it does not mean anything negative. i am slow with responses, so please be patient. my presence in rooms is not a sign that i am ignoring you.

responses

overall: ooc is faster than ic. not a preference, it's easier for me to respond to something ooc.

hyesoo started as a child actress at the age of five. her mother served as her manager and driver. meanwhile her father was a part-time cab driver, whose main responsibility was raising her two siblings. hyesoo spent more time on soundstages and outdoor sets filming school dramas than she ever did in her actual homeroom. she performed scenes of playing with dolls while her costars’ children would play with real toys in their parents’ dressing rooms. she acted the perfect tantrum without a hitch, tears choreographed down to the eye and the second.despite countless roles as a schoolgirl, a chaebol heiress, or a rascal younger sister, she never truly understood what it was like to be a child. she missed the small moments of childhood. the excitement of passing notes between classmates. sharing of snacks between friends during recess. stopping by the tteokbokki stand after school. the closest thing she ever experienced to a playground were the games she would play with the crew in between takes. still she performed her roles flawlessly through close observation, imitating her peers with uncanny precision. yet, she never understood them. she played the perfect shell that could fool the cameras and audience, but as her grandparents noted there was heart missing from her. 

those words would fall on deaf ears as her parents did not find any problems with their daughter as long as the money came in. her mother kept hyesoo on a tight leash that she rarely loosened. meanwhile, her father rarely had a role in the decisions involving hyesoo. it was better to leave such matters to her mother, rather than fighting her. 

the entertainment industry left no room for weakness. before her debut in sweet eve, all hyesoo could secure were minor roles. despite her looks and talent, most directors saw her mother before they saw hyesoo. her mother was relentlessly ambitious, always wanting more and never understanding the meaning of no. still hyesoo endured it all as her family’s breadwinner, even if she barely saw a cent of her meager earnings.      

at eighteen, she believed she found her answer in choi hyunseop, who lived in the unit a few door away from her group’s dorm. she thought it was love at first sight. a year later, when she found herself pregnant, the two ran off to a remote village. with most of the residents being elderly, they didn’t recognize the teen star. to them, hyesoo was a pretty young woman with a useless husband.

confined quarters, scant resources, those conditions would suffocate nearly everyone, yet hyesoo saw this as freedom. she found her own heaven with her son, san, who taught her unconditional love.

that paradise ended shortly before san first birthday. 

hyunseop accepted a payout from her family and management, taking san and disappearing without a word. unable to find her son and dragged back to seoul by her hair, hyesoo was promised she would be reunited with san if she followed her family and agency’s orders. 

it was a promise they never kept, and one that would break her. 

excuses were constantly made whenever she begged to see san again: wrong timing, new project, new orders, and new conditions. hyesoo turned to self-medication with pills, alcohol, and men to survive her heartbreak, despite the love she received across the nation and the world. eventually she cracked.

her team was swift. they killed any rumors and checked her into rehabs abroad until she was deemed fine enough to work on another hit drama that made her loved once again. this only formed a vicious cycle that would constantly repeat itself. to the public, she was a beautiful mysterious artist that took breaks to hone her craft.

han hyesoo was a broken and lonely woman, who only sought the love of the one person she could never reach.

“you’re just like your damn mother.”

san's father yelled this often whenever he had a few drinks too many or lost a fight during a night out. hyunseop was forced to grow up too fast and too young, unready for fatherhood. he never truly owned up. hyesoo's team constantly shushed his threats with cold, hard cash while his mother took care of the little boy. this allowed hyunseop to party hard like most of his friends and run into trouble. sure, hyunseop went to school, but even that was a “backup” plan that his parents forced him into in case he blew through all of hyesoo's money.

at first san could only hide in his grandma’s lap from his father’s late-night hollering. whenever no one was looking, he would hide in his room and watch his mother’s newest dramas. he would memorize the broadcasting schedules, knowing that han hyesoo was a forbidden figure in their home. just the sight of her soju advertisement posters reminded hyunseop to bug her for another payout. san's grandparents could only shake their heads in silent judgment of the young starlet’s messy decisions. 

perhaps san learned and observed his father more than most desired. he was never one to stay still. while considered a sweetheart by many, he constantly found himself in trouble. whether it was a small prank to make the kids laugh in the class or him scaling the school’s walls, san thought it was harmless fun, aside from the occasional fight or two. his teachers just saw it as another ticket for detention and suspension. at home, he could not stay stil eitherl. barely in middle school, he snuck out of the house whenever he could. sometimes it was to stroll around the neighborhood, other times for a quick smoke, and occasionally messing around with his friends. then there were the fights he seemed to enjoy, moments that made his grandparents regret sending him to taekwondo. 

each act became bolder than the last, tettering on a fine line of the law. soon his visits to the principal’s offices turned to overnight stints in the local jail. the officers understood detaining the teen served no purpose. in the beginning, a fancy lawyer would always arrive at the station, somehow getting san out of trouble. sometimes it was nitpicking, finding an obscure loophole officers swore dated back to joseon-era law. other times, a payoff was enough to buy off the other side. most adults around san thought he was a lost cause, which no one could blame them for. 

karma caught up with him at sixteen, when he was arrested for carjacking and illegal street racing. temptation had won him once again the moment he spotted it. a deep sea blue mercedes-amg gt r, sleek as sin decked with custom red leather seats that glistened like candy apples under the streetlights. he had to have it. for the bragging rights. for the flash. for the memory of tearing it through seoul in something so beautiful. the speed and chase that would make him untouchable.

this time he wasn’t. 

unlike before, he could not completely escape his troubles. after all, this car belonged to one of the mayor’s biggest donors, a businessman with more cars than days of the week. realizing that his troubles had finally caught up to him, san's regret was not what he had done. it was that he was arrested for stealing a mercedes instead of a ferrari. 

luck lingered in strange ways. hyesoo's agency had enough dirt on the owner to keep san out of prison; he was sent to boot camp for a year instead. to those on the case, it was almost laughable that his records would later be expunged. meticulous as always, the agency ensured none of his troubles would ever trace back to hyesoo.

meanwhile, hyesoo never knew what happened to her little boy. her agency deliberately kept her in the dark, not leaving a single crumb that would lead her to him. they always believed in leverage and they intended to keep it.

unfortunately, trouble always followed san.

at nineteen, not too long after his release from bootcamp and high school graduation, san was lost. he did not have the balance and regiment that kept him somewhat grounded. old friends once again tempted him, giving him the “family” he needed away from his father, who barely cleaned up his act. trouble didn’t find him in the form of a car. it was the ring. san joined countless underground fight clubs around seoul, where the more punches just meant more cash, following the illegal gambling rings. 

some said he was there for the blood. he was a beast in the ring. others said it was for the money. none of it was true. san chased something more intoxicating: adrenaline and chaos, the root of his troubles. 

the thrill did not last for long, but luck somehow still was on his side. spotted in a raid during one of his fights, san met a familiar face. the detective from his old precinct recognized him. how could he forget the teen that seemed to sleep in their cells more than he did in his own bed? the detective heard the stories about san's mother not being in the picture, but also his father that was never around. he would quietly observe san in the neighborhood, understanding the teen’s wild streak but not real ill intent. reading through san's files, he saw how the boy excelled in boot camp breaking records, despite his penchant for rebellion and distaste for authority. maybe all san needed was something to ground him and maybe the detective had an answer.

when the detective tracked him down nights after the raid, he gave him two choices: jail and giving up the gambling rings or the military police. with enlistment numbers at records low, the military started a program that fast-tracking potential cadets into the military police program, giving them quicker paths into desired positions and bonuses. 

anything was better than jail and being outed as a snitch. it gave him space away from his father, a chance to define himself and finally figure out who he was. however, the bonus also tempted him. 

in the beginning everyone kept a close eye on san. As in bootcamp, he broke records. he was a skilled marksman and a sharp fighter. quick on his feet and creative with out-of-the-box tactics, san thrived under pressure. he was always the first one to jump into the most dangerous situations and the last to leave, not letting anyone behind all with a cheeky grin. while these were desired traits of the ideal military police cadet, they were nearly outweighed by his faults. reckless? sure. he could had waited for his team at times. authority hated him, but adrenaline loved him. everything was a show. the spotlight followed him. some said it was for attention. maybe. he craved the rush. the life. anything to feel something real. 

that was life for him, numb to survive and avoid the darkness that ate at him when he had to be alone and true to himself.

still he barely passed. many were surprised when made his way to the military police special duty team, certain that his faults would hold him back. however, it was difficult to ignore his scores and results.

to this day he’s still the playful, rebellious, and adrenaline-seeking corporal in the sdt. impulsive. always chasing risks. throwing himself first into the impossible. rhat same rush lets him feel alive, even as it masks the darkness he can’t escape.

many believe he could go further in his career if he could work on himself, but as always san can’t resist a challenge. as he’s always said, “try me.” his squad rolls their eyes at this, but no one doubts he’ll get the job done, if he doesn’t burn himself first. 

few know he’s protecting his mother from afar. they reunited five years ago, but she keeps her distance for his safety. san doesn’t care. he won’t stop. not until he can save her. 

relationship: a toxic fwb-situationship gone too far

preference: female. 27+

genre: angst, drama, romance

"it's not like this with other people."

"then what the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"you know what i'm saying."

"dammit san, that's not fair to say. you can't be in love with someone and not want to be with them. how can i know what you mean when i don't even we know what we are."

it was only was supposed to be about fucking, but soon the little things that added up. he would give her his jacket without a word whenever she shivered. she remembered how he liked his coffee, depending on cracker or cookie he ate first thing in the morning. they laughed at the same dumb jokes with him smiling longer than usual. they would swing by each other's workplaces for an impromptu lunch.

soon they had their moments of honesty in those late-night pillow talks, him slipping up about his past or about his father. they felt safe with one another without realizing it, a closeness and depth they couldn't label or escape. they could not put a label to things. after realizing that he could be himself around her, he was vulnerable. that scared him more than any fight, any mission, any risk he chased. instead, he returned to his old ways of sleeping around. he learnt from his mother that love was conditional and it would only hurt them in the end.

she noticed him laughing a second too long at another second. the scent in his hoodie that wasn't hers. there was a sharp pang in her chest that she couldn't ignore. she couldn't do anything about it, but do the same thing to him. after all they were just "friends" to others. however, jealousy was a nasty creature, leading to their constant fights. still san was stubborn, not wanting to give himself completely to her.

genre: comedy and slice of life

preference: someone who owns a cat or is cat-sitting.

san wasn't one to be completely wasted, but that night he went all in. bottles of cheap tequila pouring one after another. multiple rounds of mechanical bull riding that only left him thrown to the wall. however, it was a night to celebrate with his junior's recent promotion.

and then muse a's cat happened to be stuck. in a tree. who would have thought a midnight stroll was a bad idea? especially with animal control taking its sweet old time and the fire department caught up in an emergency not too far away. so when san hears muse a's phone call about when animal control will stop by, he was compelled to help and declared "LET ME GRAB THE CAT!!!" with a wink he continued, "i'm part of the rok military police special duty-"

he stumbled.

muse a panicked, telling him she has the situation covered.

then he decided to jump up the tree. he fell. he flailed. he cursed.

he can't stop.

he won't stop.

the cat? probably reconsidering life choices.

after all it's staff sergeant choi to the rescue!! he's an sdt staff sergeant after all ;D

genre: comedy and slice of life

it’s 12:05 am on saturday night and the laundromat is flooding with soap bubbles. how one might ask?

well san and muse a can’t give you a straight answer because it was definitely the other one’s fault. was it san attempting to wash his fancy blankets for the first time alone? was it muse a, who used the same machine right after to wash an obscene amount of jeans? san might add, what weirdo uses the same washing machine right after as someone else when there are fourteen other machines available?

who knows at this rate, but the two are scrambling as the shop is about to flood in a sea of white and pink bubbles. by the way, who the hell started the pink bubble situation???

genre: angst, drama, comfort

it's been a long night for muse a, who's hanging out on a rooftop bar to clear their head with a bottle of cheap tequila. the wheels are spinning in their head and it's loud.

san is in one his moments again and on the edge, but runs into muse a when he needs space from a party. before he could leave, muse a offers him a drink. on any other night, he would've turned it down. however, he's out of lollipops and maybe he just needs a break too.