Personal Message
wu yifan
« november 6th ¦ kris ¦ 180cm ¦ chinese prince ¦ blood type O »
❝ only one shot ❞
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When Kris was born, he was taken away from his mother while his mother was out on trial and taken away to prison for her entire life; she had a scandalous affair with the Chinese prince, the heir to the throne. The young Kris was sent away to a foreign country and raised by two poverty stricken whites. He grew up having to work hard for his earnings and having to face all sorts of physical and emotional stress. At age thirteen, he survived leukemia and that was when his father had found out that indeed, Kris had lived. The prince, and now king, of China had been lead on all those years to believe his true love and son had died whilst Kris's birth. His father ordered him back to China and now Kris has been sent to go the prestigious Jeguk High School for the Elite. Kris was like your typical teenage American boy; he was a delinquent, he loved to have fun, and never took his responsibilities seriously. But, the good side to his rebellious ways was that Kris accepted everyone and never judged a book by it's cover. If he were to be friends with a so called 'peasant', than so be it. It was clear; this rather tall young boy wasn't royalty material and he was constantly afraid of trying to become the 'prince charming' his blood father wanted and expected him to be. He also holds a distant relationship with his half-brother Tao, seeing as the two boys just barely met and there is some slight controversy over the next in line to the throne.
eargasm ; no more dream by bts
eyegasm ; nobody here, definitely
craving ; hamburgers
thoughts ; i hate you all
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