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jeon wonwoo • 25 • tea shop owner • het
— born in the seaside town of yeongwon twenty five years ago during an especially stormy night. according to his grandma, thunders were rolling ominously in the horizon and waves were thrashing wildly against the shore that night, but his first scream easily drowned them all. he cried with such vehemence, one had to wonder what the world had done to him to warrant such a heart-breaking wail.
— when the sea took his father merely a few days later, people wondered if it had been a premonition. perhaps it was truly grief that filled his lungs. grief suffocates you— and sometimes the only thing you could do to keep from breaking is to pour it out. in angry screams, in hurtful words, or muffled sobs.
— wonwoo grew up fatherless, but there was no lack of father figures in his life. he managed to ride his first bicycle with the help of his uncle, learned fishing from the gruff mannered yet soft hearted man who lived around the corner, and how to never ever smoke from the stranger he met by the shore — weathered fingers clasped on a photograph of a smiling boy, so tightly that the paper started crumpling up. lung cancer, he said. with a voice so frail and full of regrets, wonwoo vowed to never break any of his loved ones like that.
— his mother passed away on his eleventh summer. they said she missed her footings whilst standing by the cliff. the waves claimed her soon after. wonwoo sat by his grandmother's side throughout the entire funeral and she held his hand like a lifeline as her grief poured out in silent waves. he kept his inside, tried to keep the cresting waves at bay by imagining his mother's smile, blooming like flowers in spring, as she finally reunited with the love of her life.
— he still didn't cry when he left yeongwon on his 18th year or when his first love ( the one he swore had hung all the stars in the night sky and the only one he could see a future with) left him crestfallen on their apartment landing, his mother's ring still nestled in his pocket.
— sometimes he thought if perhaps grief had also abandoned him. but he would come home to a dark apartment after a particularly long day and there was heaviness in his chest as he found himself missing his grandmother's home cooked dishes or the perpetual scent of brine in the air. and some part of him ached terribly whenever he happened to catch sight of daisies because they reminded him of her. and perhaps his grief had always been there, only quieter.
— it was then that wonwoo realised there was nothing left for him in this big city with its imposing tall rise buildings and deceitful glamor. perhaps it was time to come home. to the beautiful sunset town with its brine laden air and warm-hearted people. and so, come home he did.
trivia section.
— likes: the scent of freshly brewed tea, early morning walks along the shore, sunrises, sun showers, taking naps in the shade, summer skies, his grandma's cooking, the sound of his loved ones' chatters and laughters.
— dislikes: flowers (especially daisies), hot weather, weddings, impatient people, coming home to an empty house, 3am thoughts.
— loves to take things at his own pace. sometimes closes up his shop only to take walks around the neighborhood or nap at some random place.
— which sounds so irresponsible of him and the main reason why he needs a part-timer asap.
— fiercely protective towards his friends and family.
— dislikes violence but will be the first one to roll up his sleeves if someone ever hurt his loved ones.
— tends to bottle up his negative feelings. finds it hard to open up to people, especially to show his vulnerable side.
— has a habit of taking walks on the pier when he has a lot on his minds. he'd like to think the breeze would help scatter his worries away.
— used to love flowers. now the sight of them only brings him pain. ironic how his tea shop is called fallin' flower.
ooc section.
— gmt +7, any pronouns.
— you can refer to me as chart or by my character's name!
— i don't bite so please don't hesitate to pm me if you want to plot/connect. it's okay even if you don't have something in mind already, i'm always up for a brainstorming session!
— i also love to wing and would like it very much if you drop me a random starter in rooms or sns!
— i'm juggling work and school atm, and my muse also fluctuates, so replies will be slow and sporadic. i don't poke and i kindly ask you not to poke me as well. ><
— english is not my first language and i'm still (slowly) learning to improve my writing, so please excuse me if you find it inadequate TT.
— born in the seaside town of yeongwon twenty five years ago during an especially stormy night. according to his grandma, thunders were rolling ominously in the horizon and waves were thrashing wildly against the shore that night, but his first scream easily drowned them all. he cried with such vehemence, one had to wonder what the world had done to him to warrant such a heart-breaking wail.
— when the sea took his father merely a few days later, people wondered if it had been a premonition. perhaps it was truly grief that filled his lungs. grief suffocates you— and sometimes the only thing you could do to keep from breaking is to pour it out. in angry screams, in hurtful words, or muffled sobs.
— wonwoo grew up fatherless, but there was no lack of father figures in his life. he managed to ride his first bicycle with the help of his uncle, learned fishing from the gruff mannered yet soft hearted man who lived around the corner, and how to never ever smoke from the stranger he met by the shore — weathered fingers clasped on a photograph of a smiling boy, so tightly that the paper started crumpling up. lung cancer, he said. with a voice so frail and full of regrets, wonwoo vowed to never break any of his loved ones like that.
— his mother passed away on his eleventh summer. they said she missed her footings whilst standing by the cliff. the waves claimed her soon after. wonwoo sat by his grandmother's side throughout the entire funeral and she held his hand like a lifeline as her grief poured out in silent waves. he kept his inside, tried to keep the cresting waves at bay by imagining his mother's smile, blooming like flowers in spring, as she finally reunited with the love of her life.
— he still didn't cry when he left yeongwon on his 18th year or when his first love ( the one he swore had hung all the stars in the night sky and the only one he could see a future with) left him crestfallen on their apartment landing, his mother's ring still nestled in his pocket.
— sometimes he thought if perhaps grief had also abandoned him. but he would come home to a dark apartment after a particularly long day and there was heaviness in his chest as he found himself missing his grandmother's home cooked dishes or the perpetual scent of brine in the air. and some part of him ached terribly whenever he happened to catch sight of daisies because they reminded him of her. and perhaps his grief had always been there, only quieter.
— it was then that wonwoo realised there was nothing left for him in this big city with its imposing tall rise buildings and deceitful glamor. perhaps it was time to come home. to the beautiful sunset town with its brine laden air and warm-hearted people. and so, come home he did.
trivia section.
— likes: the scent of freshly brewed tea, early morning walks along the shore, sunrises, sun showers, taking naps in the shade, summer skies, his grandma's cooking, the sound of his loved ones' chatters and laughters.
— dislikes: flowers (especially daisies), hot weather, weddings, impatient people, coming home to an empty house, 3am thoughts.
— loves to take things at his own pace. sometimes closes up his shop only to take walks around the neighborhood or nap at some random place.
— which sounds so irresponsible of him and the main reason why he needs a part-timer asap.
— fiercely protective towards his friends and family.
— dislikes violence but will be the first one to roll up his sleeves if someone ever hurt his loved ones.
— tends to bottle up his negative feelings. finds it hard to open up to people, especially to show his vulnerable side.
— has a habit of taking walks on the pier when he has a lot on his minds. he'd like to think the breeze would help scatter his worries away.
— used to love flowers. now the sight of them only brings him pain. ironic how his tea shop is called fallin' flower.
ooc section.
— gmt +7, any pronouns.
— you can refer to me as chart or by my character's name!
— i don't bite so please don't hesitate to pm me if you want to plot/connect. it's okay even if you don't have something in mind already, i'm always up for a brainstorming session!
— i also love to wing and would like it very much if you drop me a random starter in rooms or sns!
— i'm juggling work and school atm, and my muse also fluctuates, so replies will be slow and sporadic. i don't poke and i kindly ask you not to poke me as well. ><
— english is not my first language and i'm still (slowly) learning to improve my writing, so please excuse me if you find it inadequate TT.