the world had known his name ever since he was but a wee toddler. from the very moment he showed comprehension of words and lengthy subjects, the fine aestheticism of music was engraved into little youngjae’s head, being taught how to comprehend music sheet before he could even sit up straight. a prodigious child, he brought his family a world of fame, money, and joy. with skilled children comes the assumption that their parents are harsh and unforgiving. though for choi youngjae, that was not the case at all. he had received an abundance of familial love and praise - enough that he’d have shared it with those all around him. for a lengthy period of time, he considered himself “happy” in these set standards. that was until he found himself to be “broken.” the clapping and praise from his audiences caused him to hurl backstage despite having felt well earlier, receiving affection from his own family twisted his gut, and the act of seeing those around him be so kind to one another sent his mind into a terrifying haze - he found himself becoming “sick” to the idea of love and affection, no matter whether he was experiencing it, or only witnessing it. the doctors say there’s no cure, and so he continues to live his broken life yearning for the one thing he had always cherished but is now afraid of - love.

a praise-worthy child, youngjae began to pick up the scraps of his life upon entering college. he earned his undergraduate degree in music, and now travels the world performing music for classical music lovers alike. while his repertoire mostly consists of piano sonatas and concertos, he also partakes in duets, quartets, quintets - whatever will satisfy his audience, for the passion lights him ablaze, even if it does make him ill. he is currently residing in lavande for his apartment complex is not too far from the concert hall he frequents, as well as his former university he often visits for usage of their grand practice rooms. during his off-time, he works as the bartender of a small café he lives a life that has been torn apart into glass shards, and music is the only thing that seems to keep his sullen world from falling apart.

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