age. 32

birthdate. november 23, 1992

zodiac sign. sagittarius

orientation. pansexual

nationality. aussie-korean

ethnicity. korean

languages. english (native) korean (fluent) french (conversational)

occupation. custodian/maintenance worker

status. single

education. college dropout (majored in automotive technology)

quirks. never changes his socks, stoner boiy, allergic to peanuts

likes. whiskey bourbon, strawberry, body ink, motorcycle, video games, music, dogs, sports

dislikes. show offs, broken records, huge bodies of water, vegetable

hobbies. playing the guitar, working out, fixing motorcycles/cars

habits. cracking his knuckles when in deep thought, tapping his middle finger and thumb together when anxious, stretches when uncomfortable, 

fears. philematophobia (fear of kissing)

☾ ⁞ plotting。

I prefer plotting over winging it so make sure that if you hit me up you're interested in plotting. On some (very rare) occasions, I would post random starters or reply to ones but that's only when I want to write and have no muse to plot.

☾ ⁞ writing style。

3rd pov and detailed 1st. I rarely match lengths but I don't give lousy ones either. If I'm inspired enough I can multi-para to novella. Though it's important to note that english is my 2nd language so excuse the grammar lapses and typos here and there. ABSOLUTELY NO GOD MODDING

☾ ⁞ activity。

I just got back after 4 years and have so much time in my hands now. I do not like being poked or being constantly reminded of the replies I owe. If you see me cracking in ooc, I'm just trying to rest my brain, don't think I'm purposely ignoring our thread.

☾ ⁞ genres。

I like writing dramas (consented and well plotted) idk why but that's where the creative juices kicks. I also like supernatural, horror, psycho thriller. I sometimes do romance but I tend to keep that reserved- my characters may look like fuckboys but I'm not skdghs-

☾ ⁞ nsfw。

My smut writing is very rusty and I don't usually jump on every chance I get cuz I am an awkward smut writer but when I do, I prefer doing it in rated rooms or walls. If you're underaged, pls don't even bother.

eye color. hazel

natural hair color. black

dominant hand. both

tattoos. across his body, neck down to his ankles

piercings. nose, lobe, tongue,

scars. no

birthmark. hip (shaped like lightning)

hyunjin + downtown= replied

ahin + classroom = replied

jessica + courtyard = replied

chungha + staff lounge = owed

jessica + courtyard = replied

yetao + bar + replied

seulgi + dowtown = replied

soohyuk + plotting

hyewon + plotting

chungha + plotting

lana + plotting

But fate had other plans. Years later, he unexpectedly found himself working at the same university as Jessica, their paths colliding once more. Whether it was coincidence or something more, Christian wasn’t sure—but he knew he owed her more than just a simple reunion.

When Christian started spiraling, Hyunjin—terrified of ruining his family’s pristine political image—chose to walk away.
The tabloids were circling, scandals looming, and Hyunjin's family wouldn’t survive the blow. So he left Christian behind, cutting ties coldly when Christian probably needed him most. It was self-preservation disguised as indifference.
Christian was left to drown in addiction and the pain of being abandoned by the one person he thought understood him.

Ironically, years later, Hyunjin fell into the same darkness—drugs, self-harm, suffocating under the weight of his "perfect" life. Meanwhile, Christian clawed his way back up, though not without scars.

His father owned a well-known automotive chain in both Korea and Australia, so life was comfortable, more than that, they were well-off. Christian had every opportunity laid out in front of him, and for most of his childhood, he thrived. A bright student, always topping his class from elementary school through high school and well into his second year of college. Charismatic and outgoing, he was loved by his peers, respected by his professors, and admired campus-wide. He had a natural charm that drew people in. But above all, Christian loved basketball. It wasn’t just a sport for him; it was his escape, his safe space. Naturally, he became the team captain in college which became his pride and his identity.

For someone who grew up being adored, praised, and envied, the revelation shattered him. How could the one person meant to love him unconditionally walk away so easily?

By his fourth year, Christian was unrecognizable. He spiralled fast. Missing practices, showing up hungover, too high to function, barely dragging himself to classes. The once-reliable captain, the golden boy, is gone. It all came to a head one night. An overdose. He nearly died, saved only because a bystander happened to be there.

His father’s information about his mother was frustratingly vague. All he said was that she was a powerful figure and that she was someone who couldn’t afford a scandal, especially not one named Christian.

Determined to build his life back up, Christian refused his father’s financial support. He took odd jobs, gigs here and there to cover his expenses, driven by guilt and a need to make up for the mess he left behind. It was during one of those gigs, at a small event in the outskirts of Seoul, that he stumbled across a job ad: Custodian needed—Cheongdam University.

The work was far from glamorous, but it was steady. Quiet. A place where no one knew who he was or who he used to be. He’s been clean for almost two years now, but the temptation, the gnawing edge of withdrawal still lingers. Some days are harder than others, but at least here, in a place full of strangers, he’s free to start over.