biromantic, woman leaning

biual, woman leaning

 

 

 

Keep looking to the window, to the part of the room where the light pours in. You stole that light, my love, that must be why our city is as bleak as it is. Remember, no matter what happens, these shadows cannot hold you.

Born in a gloomy South Korean hovel, Jeongguk was a rare glimmer of sunshine in the black cloud of his family’s life. For a time he was led through safe passages and bright tunnels, shielded against the violent delights of the world because of rose-tinted, dream-logged glasses; his parents hands positioned over his shining eyes until he was blind with false promises and protection. Blinded to the dearth of their meals, to the days where food didn’t exist altogether; blind to his raggedy threadbare shirts and the shoes littered with holes; blind the decay that festered on their doorstep, tempest whirlwinds that razed Seoul to the ground ‘till ruin gave away to a glittering haven forever out of their reach. He was blind to the tears his mother cried in the quiet of night and his fathers pause outside his bedroom door, like clockwork, respiring deeply before he left for what could barely be called work.

The onslaught of hardship was naught but a tiny dot in Jeongguks dreamy field of vision.

But even that tiny speck could not be snuffed out by his light, as harshly as his parents tried; his eventual pain could only be soothed so much, he could only be cherished so much, until the realities of this world shattered his rose-tinted glasses with but a single circumstance.

 

 

 

People think it’s an obsession. A compulsion. As if there were an irresistible impulse to act. It’s never been like that. I chose this life. I know what I’m doing. And on any given day, I could stop doing it. Today, however, isn’t that day. And tomorrow won’t be either.

alcohol, even if he does reject any offers of a drink 99% of the time, — the beach — black truffle instant ramen — having his hair played with — hand holding — animals, especially dogs — pizza crusts — the burnt chip(s) in a packet(he really likes food with a crunchy texture).

illicit drugs — large crowds and, by extension, venues like clubs — undercooked eggs — viciously cold weather — the sound of grating metal.

it's quite difficult to make him laugh — is a control freak — is always polite, even when interacting with criminals.

mechanical engineering — cooking — shooting guns — hand to hand combat — overall excellent athletic ability.

training and playing with chu — stargazing — working on his bike — midnight bike rides.

to rid the world of crime — to see the ocean.

none living unless you count his dog whom he rescued from off the streets.

dark brown.

dark brown.

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various injuries from the numerous criminal encounters he's had. jeongguk does not go down without a fight and it shows. from perma-raised scars gifted by junkies to reminders from hitmen to never mess with them again(spoiler alert: he messed with them many times after), jeongguk can not remember a day where his skin was unmarred.

an elderly german shepherd named chu.

fifth hand, found off of the streets with not even the bare necessities. jeongguks home is no place of luxury and it shows. living in one of the many crime ridden neighbourhoods of the maniac territory, jeongguk lives paycheck to paycheck. home decoration is not a priority, especially when his apartment building is robbed every other day.

a 30 year old motorbike he found in the garbage dump 5 years ago.

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