— baby, i would die for you.

go sungho is born into a family made of two omega parents, both female. his alpha parent is a donor (and, given the chance in the future, sungho chooses not to meet them). his moms move around a lot for work, spending part of the year in korea and japan. sungho is used to being uprooted and never spending long in one place before he's even in the double digits. 

making friends is hard and keeping them is harder. sungho's extroverted tendencies can't even save him from the struggle of keeping in touch with someone when he's always uprooted, it feels like it's as soon as he starts to grow. 

it's not like his mothers do it on purpose, but that doesn't make it easier, really. sungho swallows his loneliness wherever they go, and when he's old enough, he pays more attention to what his mothers do for work. they're in showbiz, because of course they are. and maybe that's where the little seed plants itself. 

 

   — take me, hideaway.

absolutely no one would expect sungho to present as an alpha. he's a little too pink-obsessed and he starts using his mothers' makeup a little more seriously than childish play when he's a preteen. probably an omega, it's said more than once, and it... couldn't be more incorrect. by some twist of fate, when he presents, it's not a heat, but a rut.

and the rut changes nothing. sungho is still as pink-obsessed and makeup interested as he was before. both of his mothers are perplexed, but accepting of his oddities. the rest of the world, however, is perhaps not so kind. high school isn't an easy place to be the strange one. a wiry, slim teenager who's supposedly an alpha but smells like flowers and wears makeup? it's a recipe for being beaten up. 

and he is. 

again. 

and again. 

and again. 

it's a relief when he moves schools, for the first time. and for a time, he hides his proclivities, because he doesn't want to get bullied again. but then someone gets pictures of him in his element, and he's the odd one again, and he doesn't want to worry his mothers so he learns how to cover bruises with creams and an explosion of colors. 

pain is art. 

art is pain. 

pain is beauty. 

 

 — go and hate me all you want.

sungho survives high school. he's not sure how he even graduates. he's low in his class, he's far from excelling and he can tell his mothers are worried and more disappointed than either will admit in his performance. but sungho really doesn't want or need higher education for the things he wants to do. he doesn't need to know calculus to know how to make glitter shape like butterfly wings on someone's eyelids. and maybe his mothers blame themselves for indulging him too much or 'making him too soft', but sungho's fairly sure he was going to be this way no matter what. 

and he's not going to hide who he is for fear of bruises or hatred or harsh words. 

   — the dumbest you will ever meet.

enfp, but make it pure airhead 

i'll work on this section one day 

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