°° if you think closing off is the only way to protect your own glass heart, darling, repair it first. °° where do we begin? shall we venture in? for the teas and cookies showcased on the satin covered table, oh! the irony where fungus hides. °°

¶ marriage for power instead of love never births a balanced family. a stern father and a apathetic mother, both drowned in their own words to care for the so called heir they brought to life. His recollection of his nanny's face much clearer than the sound of either of his parents. for a decade upto twelve years he believed the nanny to be his mother. sad fate it was. she was sent away by her uncaring parents— something about her heart problems and impending old age, he was informed with her death a few years later— and a butler — of thirty five years old, roughened features and a grim look coupled with villainous mustache shaming a cat's whiskers appointed in her stead. he had to crane his neck all the way to see the man's face which undoubtedly filled the boy's heart with fear. But it was unnecessary. in a year, he adored the new butler. sweet and strong, always with a tale or two in his sleeve for the boy to amaze with. peaceful days they were until he turned fifteen and the man had to say goodbye. not fired, nonono. that would never be possible. an incurable sickness that killed the poor man. God is a cruel man. 

°° in this age anf economy, love only exists in day dreams .get over this little boy, the world isn't your playground to comply. °°

¶ they — the so called friends and neighbours— glimmered underneath the chandelier, their gowns of velvet and sheer lace flowing like milk and honey on the floor — a sight so pleasuring yet superficial could ever heal his being? he chose a few wishing a part of him would heal. but when the ball came to an end and masks were off, the sights hidden were never beautiful. he wept. he cried. he laughed st his misery. liFe goes on. more parties were thrown around. he was told put on a smile, boy. see the world. greet the world. love the fame, not the people. a horrendous life he bore till his nineteenth birthday. he was done pretending the golden boy. done being the mannequin on display. but Alas! the glass wall has already broken and he limped with shards pierced skin.

°° he wore rings on his ears, he wore rat tags around his neck. he wore knives on his sleeves with a smile so saccharine. he did not only deceived the world but himself as well. what great actor to ever born this way. a smile on his lips and hands on other's hips, he indulged in the warmth of human flesh of many of gender regardless, burrowing in their chest, howling in momentary pleasure and perhaps.... pain.

personality junk yukhei is reckless. he thinks after he's done the deed. sometimes it's a boon and some it's a bane, but he's okay with the facts as he believes to live the present. what's a use of well thought plan if you caould die the next moment? life's uncertain and regrets have place in His life so as pleasures. and he worships pleasure. short lived as they might be with occasional flings and out of the blue encounters, his impulsive tendencies either get him a good night's or black and blues to his ribs— yet nothing stopped him from trying. and he tries his best to help his friends and colleagues as much as he can. a generous heart with a little too much money on his hands. usually the one to throw parties all around the campus and get faced on Friday nights.

Likes alternative rock music, food, going on trips: the sea, the parks, the woods. he lOves taking pictures of nature and animals (rarely does he take human portraits). coffee with lots of sugar and cream. green tea ginger flavored. he loVes bathing— bath bombs make him happy.

Dislikes tied down, commitments, hypocrites, uptight people, dumbs following ridiculous rules, forced to do something (which he might have done but won't anymore), god and benevolence bull (oh he hates god so much).

Hobbies reading — except boring historical events and political stuff, most of the things he's interested in. cooking — self proclaimed chef; baking chiefly. fishing. swimming. sketching (as a medical student he does a lot). sleeping. movies. cosplaying. 

Secrets wouldn't be secrets if let out right? 

Fears buGs. insects. darkness. loneliness. not being enough.

The Quirks Fun Facts About Them.
— sometimes he blurts out whatever going on his mind and certainly it's all about asses and though he's thick skinned and quickly recovers..
— owns a fish tanks. he has named them kuro, shiro, akai cause they Are of that color and yes, he's an otaku. he also oWns a poodle dog naMed alex. it's a she but often mistaken for a he. cue the embarrassments.
— he talks to himself in the confines of his own room and self love (not narcissistic) at best.
— his accent is eccentric and when stressed he uses a mix of languages, kwon bits, to curse and scream.
— despite his tough appearance he's very friendly and approachable. when people see him first, they certainly assume he's heir to some mafia and almost Run away.
— yolo. in THe name of life, he commits embarrassing proposals.