kwon eunbi was born out of wedlock to kwon kyungsoo and jung kiyeon when they were at the raging age of fifteen. she was looked down upon from the very start of her conception as her parents were basically kids, and not married. with the village being home to only approximately five hundred inhabitants, word got around fast about their degeneracy, leaving her father and his family to flee the island and forcing her mother to bare the gossip and shame from the village people.

 

to say her mother did not have one maternal bone in her was to say an apple was red. her mother hated her, even more after she was the reason the only man her mom ever loved at her young age, left her. it sent her into bitterness and rage, and the only way to cope was through alcohol. kwon eunbi was born the night of september 27, 1995 prematurely due to complications from her alcoholic mother. the poor decisions of her mother would lead to a life long birth defect for eunbi, in the result that all throughout her life, her physical development was delayed compared to the rest of her age group, and she was weaker. 

 

at the age of six, eunbi got the news that her birth-giver died in a freak accident. drunk and climbing a mountain, it was only a matter of when until her mom would slip and eventually lose her life from trauma to her head. eunbi likes to believe there was already something wrong with her mother's head to begin with. 

 

the death of her mother threw her into the custody of her only other living relative, her grandma, her mom's mom. this only pushed the narrative of her mother never having been right in the head as her grandma was the same: the abuse must have been hereditary. growing up in the care of her grandma, eunbi was neglected, left to find her own food and necessities, and verbally abused every day of her life. not once did her grandma let her forget about how much of a mistake she was. 

 

once eunbi turned eighteen, she ran away from home, not that she could really call it a home in the first place. she would rather live on the streets. it wasn't until a year later did she find her current home, the brothel, at the edge of the village where a man offered her food and a place to stay. that was when she found the closest thing to a home for her, and despite the risks of her job there, it's been giving her a roof and freedom for the past eight years.

mist, the quiet, midnight strolls on the ocean shore, carrots, sharks, pompas grass, dream catchers, murals, and coffee.

loud noises, men (except her doctor), happy families, her grandma, banana leaves, alcohol, and noodles.

, bothering the local doctor, stealing extra sugar from the cafe, and going into the library to write and sticking it into random crevices between books.

avoiding eye contact, sighing loudly, swaying from side to side when she eats something good, and chewing on her lips.

third pov semi-para to multi-para. I do tend to mirror but sometimes I can get a little carried away also. If you're interested in writing together, please already have an idea in mind, no matter how small, and we can build it up together. I only write in rooms. I do not plot endgames. Please do not poke me. I prefer plotting intead of winging because I like to have some sort of structure and direction. I have no problem sending starters first no matter who approached who first, it all depends on whoever we see fits for the plot we have.