PORTFOLIO

ABOUT:
→ Jongin was born into a life of the obscenely powerful and filthy rich, where influence was bought and justice was eradicated at a price. It was ill-suited to a boy who simply wanted the leisure of freedom and the taste of independence, but the man who he called ‘father’ was an iron image of unattainable authority and Jongin had no choice other than to comply to his whims. He reluctantly went through all of the motions of a proper student, performing exceptionally in all of his classes and quietly attending all of the extracurricular activities that his father had signed him up for, vainly longing for the day when he could escape the responsibilities that came with being the only viable heir to a disgustingly successful businessman. His prayers were answered when his father decided to send him to a university that was far from home, granting his son the first experience of freedom in all of his eighteen years of living. I

t wasn’t long before Jongin started to rebel against the life that his father had set before him, skipping classes in favor of wandering around the bustling city and spending textbook money on anything that happened to spark his curiosity. But the burst of ecstasy that came with free will dwindled down to a steady stream of meaningless freedom, leaving Jongin to aimlessly drift from one amusement to another, not quite understanding his unfulfilled desires. It led him in a perpetual search for significance, for something that he could completely lend himself to, for importance.

By the end of his freshman year in college, he had discovered his true passion in the most unexpected of places— a run-down building that was a mere ten minutes’ walk from his dorm house, tucked in between a fortune teller’s shop and an abandoned warehouse. While it was glaringly unconventional for a student who was majoring in Business & Economics, he took a part-time job in the tiny shop as a beginning tattoo artist, spending his mornings at the university (the owner refused to hire him unless he promised to start attending his classes again) and working at the shop in the afternoons. Jongin was surprisingly quick at picking up the basics of tattoo art, advancing to the position of Head Artist by the time of his graduation and earning the respect of those who were on the receiving end of his work. It was the only source of satisfaction that Jongin had ever come across, and he wasn’t about to abandon it for the sake of legacy and abortive pride.

But circumstances had never truly been in his favor, so Jongin soon found himself seated in what used to be his father’s chair, still not quite convinced of the ill-fated events that had followed his return from college; his father had passed away due to a car crash, the same as his mother twenty years ago, and he was now the only viable successor to a multi-billion dollar company that had just lost its primary director. In a moment of nearly-forgotten compassion for his deceased father, Jongin accepted the responsibilities that had once fated his parents and silently tucked away his passion as an artist away, replacing it with a mask of authority. It was necessary. It was the right thing to do. 

Still, he longs.

→ Now, Jongin passes his weekdays at the office and slips away during the weekends, quietly tending to the old tattoo shop and spending time with his pets in his penthouse apartment. It’s not quite the life of freedom that he had sought during his college years, but it’s enough to satisfy his occasional thirst for excitement; fulfillment


OOC: 
+ keep in mind that i'm a lazy rper, there's a chance i'll reply fast, but only if our thread is very interesting.
+ i do mostly detailed 1st pov, and 3rd is fine as well but my replies will come slower.
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