— ❛ full name : jung jinhyeong.
— ❛ birthdate : may 17th, 1997. 
— ❛ orientation : heteroual.
— ❛ occupation : goguryeo knight.
— ❛ timezone : gmt +4.
— ❛ love interest : none for now. 
— ❛ zodiac sign : taurus.

— ❛ playlist : soon.

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— ❛  the past : he knew he could not really blame god for being born to a mother who flit from men to men like a bee hopped from flower to other in hopes of gathering pollen. and he had also learned from a young age not to be reliant or dependent on the woman, her tendencies in seeking validation often being traumatic and experiences no child should experience. 

for as long as he remembered, his house had never been a happy one; his birth father was always a bubble of rage waiting to explode and his mother was no less. she was no harlot but instead, her heart was given to countless of men even if tied by his father. jinhyeong swore he could still sometimes hear the sounds of plates and glasses breaking, the yells and screams so vivid that he remembered plugging his ears with earphones blasting the loudest tracks of edm to drown the world out. and when that didn't help, he chose to lose himself into the perfect world of gaming, one he could control and come out on the top. and that need, to have some sort of anchor that kept him sane, did bring him to the very top. he was known as 'God', the ruler of the undergound gaming scene and while it was way to wrench it out of the horrible family he had, it had also helped him amass a certain amount of pocketmoney. and he held onto it gladly, both the life and the money he made as a teen, never knowing when he would need it.

and little did he know that time would come soon. 

it came in ways he didn't know it could, like the cold wave of the first tsunami hit. jinhyeong should have seen the divorce coming but what can a child know? and off he was, with his mother, to the next man; someone who smelled like rotten tomatoes and made bile rise in his throat with the way he spoke to his mom. he didn't like the new man at all. 

but he could never point it out to his love-stricken mother; she would pass it off either as him being a child and that the man was too perfect to do anything otherwise. it bit his nerves to no ends; how could he ever prove that this man, this husband of hers would never look after them how she expected him to? 

and jinhyeong was proven right when his little sister was born. yeeun was so small and perfect and he found himself wanting to protect her from the evil man. no one could touch her. not under his watch and he fought to protect the girl. still, he was only a boy but that did not stop him from vowing to give the both of them a better life when he could. so when tragedy came, he took the opportunity. all he rememberef from the wretched night was blood and shards of glass, packed bags and tightly clasped hands and heavy breaths as both jinhyeong and yeeun ran. but how far could two teenagers run without being caught by the speed of light? 

demise often follows tragedy and despair and sorry soon follows. 

he remembered the doors of the run-down apartment they'd gotten being knocked on so hard he was sure it would have fallen open. and in came in the feds with papers marking gibberish he didn't understand. the lawyer had told, as nicely as possible, that jinhyeong would be going to juvenile, tried for assault and thievery. it was not true, everyone knew it; what he had done was self-defense and he had not taken a single penny from his mother or her husband. still, the sentence never lessened and off he went was to the center, surrounded by men burlier than him and a world that was so far apart to what he knew. 

contrary to popular belief, the juvenile center was only a place for boys like him went when justice or the law did not do them right. but jinhyeong knew he would get out of it a better person, someone far much more a man than any of the figures in his life had been.

from then on, it was the military, where he served his compulsory two years. he never knew he had the prowess for it, for something so noble yet so taxing but here he was, trying his best to eat than be eaten. the marines taught him a lot, more than how to shoot a gun and defeat your enemy. discipline, honor and everything a father should have taught him was given by the marines and by the time he was done, he held the title of master gunnery sergeant, boasting it with his head held high. but now what? 

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