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ENGLISH NAME. JEAN. AGE. 24. OCCUPATION. PDOS, LIEUTENANT. ORIENTATION. DEMIUAL, BIROMANTIC.
ONE. i do thirdpov ONLY. SEMI-PARA TO NOVELLA. 100% MIRROR.
TWO. GMT-7, PST. I DON'T SLEEP, SO I AM ONLINE AT RANDOM TIMES DURING THE NIGHT.
THREE. I OFTEN FORGET WHEN OR WHO I AM REPLYING TO. PLEASE REMIND ME TO REPLY BECAUSE IT WILL HAPPEN MORE THAN YOU THINK. IF THIS IS TOO MUCH OF A TASK FOR YOU, THEN I WON'T BE OF YOUR BEST FIT.
FOUR. I PREFER PLOTTING THAN WINGING. I LOSE MORE MOTIVATION OR INSPIRATION IF I WING. IF IT IS OUR ONLY CHOICE (OR IF YOU PREFER TO WING), THEN I WILL STOP BEING A BABY AND DO IT.
FIVE. OH, I ALMOST FORGOT! CALL ME BY ALICE OR ANYTHING ELSE THAT YOU PREFER. PRONOUNS DOESN'T MATTER TO ME.
SIX. I'M OPEN-MINDED WITH ANY GENRE. ANYTHING UAL WILL DEPEND ON MY MOOD OR PLOT.
SEVEN. I WILL ATTEMPT TO KEEP A CLEAN WALL SINCE I AM VERY DISORGANIZED, SO PM ME FOR EVERYTHING! YOU CAN POP IN AND TALK ABOUT RANDOM THINGS TO ME AS WELL.
EIGHT. IF YOU DO NOT WANT TO CONTINUE A THREAD, PLEASE TELL ME! I DO NOT WANT TO DEAL WITH A DEAD THREAD. THAT'S THE BIGGEST PET PEEVE.
NINE. I AM REALLY TY WITH STARTERS, BUT I WILL TRY MY BEST IF I NEED TO DO IT.
TEN. I SWEAR THAT I AM NICE.
park jinyoung never lived a quiet life. he remembered being in america, the origin of what caused the people to become hateful. the bloody taste of another being was what he saw often but it wasn’t a human—it was those dreadful androids.
he was welcomed to the world before the creation of androids, but he never remembered that life. he talked to many of these machines; getting greeted by receptionists and caretakers with the same robotic smile. his parents were often never home—they mentioned frequently about working with androids. they eventually bought an android, his babysitter specifically. she was nice and caring in a strange way that he almost called her human. she remembered his favorite meal and cooked it whenever he was feeling sad. he didn’t know how she would know such a thing, or maybe his parents programmed her that way—he still doesn’t know.
as he was walking from middle school, he noticed a flyer. it read that the police department needed more people. it was never his intention to become an officer; he wasn’t fit for it regardless. he wanted to become a doctor, or maybe an astronaut. something stupid that his childish brain would think of.
after graduating from high school, he was accepted into a prestigious college. his parents praised him with glee but he wasn’t happy with it. he had no idea what he was doing. he thought about it for hours, days, weeks. eventually, he decided to enroll in the police academy.
of course his parents weren’t happy, but it was for himself. his parents attempted to convince him: small talks, group discussions, then arguments. they were enraged by it, and he knew plenty. an argument led to another argument. he shoved his father once, and it slowly went downhill.
his long fingers wrapped around the handle of his suitcase. it was about time that he left anyways. he stayed at a friend’s apartment during his training. he juggled from leaving for work and finding a place to stay. he grew anxious as the day goes. his friend was becoming impatient.
on the day of training, his supervisor mentioned a special course where they had to operate with androids. it was the newest addition to the department. jinyoung wasn’t too fond of it—working with someone wasn’t his thing. despite his objections, jinyoung successfully passed with much ease. though throughout his camp, androids were being thrown around so easily, and without any protest too. the sight of it was threatening to his mind but he ignored it with concern.
he eventually rented a small apartment with the small allowance he received from his training. his superiors were amazed by his work—giving him a slight boost despite the unfairness in it. he took it regardless. it was money after all.
he was considered skillful by the staff—immediately inputted under the android section of the department. he ranked faster than any previous newcomers, but his job escalated into unimaginable episodes. he witnessed scene after scene—a bloody mess involving blue blood and his android operating within his command. he was amazed each time—how does an android listen without an issue? he pushed and shoved many, shot and killed plenty, but the feeling of remorse continued to grow, and the only answer to it was “he was trained for this”.
he received a message from the upper branch one day. they needed someone in south korea, a person with experience, or rather with blue blood painted permanently on his hands. he gladly accepted the job, but something didn’t feel right.
his home at seoul wasn’t a shabby place. the culture was different from where he originated from. it was more polite, quiet, calm, but not any better. the behaviors remained as he walked through the police station. androids getting laughed at, spat on, and pushed around. he was worried—almost worried, but he realized that he was becoming like the rest too.
he was dedicated to the title of sergeant while being one of the youngest to ever acquire it. people were bitter by it but he knew too well to care. he continued to order his assistant around; they kept nonchalantly replying to him, over and over again.
then something clicked in his head, it was superiority slowly consuming him.
it almost feels like a bad fairy tale with jinyoung. he used to be an introvert: timid and anxious about everything and anything. people respected him; they loved him for who he was and they adored his way of talking. the soft-spoken person that he used to be is no longer with him.
he only remembers the bitter taste of his quiet self. he hates it; the fact that people treated him like a child is disturbing to him.
being in the police force has changed him. he is more outspoken and blunt, he speaks for his own and he needs it that way. he pushes and shoves, yells when he wants to, cut off anyone when he has to. he is stubborn and cantankerous. he refuses to work with others—they only simply get in his way.
people who have experienced his existence would describe him as an , and it is true. he doesn’t mind it though because he knows that he is better than everyone else. it leads to him being smug in a bad way; always standing to what he believes is right. his words only riddled with bitterness and anger, hatred for the different kind, and unfortunately, his pretty face is dreaded with wrinkles of temper.
on the outside, he is a handsome man with no words, and despite his choice of change, he is still the same quiet park jinyoung. the trait is still attached to him like a virus that won’t go away. he masks with his current persona. he is happy when he is alone, and that is when he shows who he really is.
CODED BY IMMORTAL (BAEPSAE).