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Lee Sangwoo

THE EX

24

Male

Homosexual

Prev. Customer Service Rep

BUSINESS SCHOOL

6'1

Dark Brown Hair + Eyes

LIKES & DISLIKES

Likes: Attention, Expensive items, Animals, Velvet, Black, Stargazing, Meadows, Swimming/Oceans, Pushing people's buttons, Social drinking, Europe, Bugs (HAH), K-Rock, Horror movies, Skin care

Dislikes: Being ignored, Living frugally, Sleeping alone, Things being out of his hands/not going his way, Coffee, Corny dramas,

MISC

Traits: provoker, warm, stubborn, selfish, immature, possessive, a sybarite, cuddly, romantic

Extra:
- In the most innocent way possible, he’s touchy, especially with romantic partners. No matter how warm it is, he falls asleep best entangled with someone.
- He knows conversational French and English
- He keeps in touch with the friends he's made while studying abroad.
- Is dumb
- Used to hate Christmas, but learned to love it actually getting share it with his EX boyfriend.
- Apart of the swim team in high school
- KING DROOLS IN HIS SLEEP

PERSONALITY

Born into a wealthy family, he’s acquired a palate for the finer things in life, which makes him just shy of superficial. His parents’ influence was more damaging than anything else and left him with contempt for solitude and his self-imagined ugliness.

The man’s also selfish, which he’s painfully aware of, but does little to improve, provoking plenty of people around him. But their reactions please him because it’s attention and boy, does he enjoy the attention.

Appearing intimidating and serious, Sangwoo comes off as an asshole, which is sometimes accompanied by his signature shit-eating grin, while his inner workings are considerably much more intricate. In contrast to his image, he’s relentlessly cheery with a voice easily able to fill an entire room. A certified button pusher, he gets a kick out of aggravating people, finding humor in the power he has to make others seeth. He adores eliciting waves of laughter as well, another aspect of his attention-yearning, and will even go as far as to publicly humiliate himself to get it.

He has a warm and enchanting presence about him; styled hair, expensive cologne, lots of black in his clothing, particularly sweaters and turtlenecks, and everything pulls together with an icy gaze. He can easily be compared to the lead romantic interest of a drama: starts out cocky and abrasive, but warms into a sly romancer.

Plain and simple: he’s an idiot. Sangwoo makes listless decisions and convinces himself it’ll all work out because he said so. A lovely example is departing for France after breaking up with his boyfriend of five or so years, and expecting to simply ignite the fire back up in their relationship once he came back. He becomes so rapt in his own delusions and his reckless mistakes, that to him there’s little to no repercussions, or that there’s an easy fix to everything. Luckily, he never delves into serious issues (LIKE CRIME) with his I-can-do-no-wrong mindset; he has morals.

BIOGRAPHY

Though he wishes his childhood was memorable, he has little to recall of it except a few flashes of images: the bad haircuts, glimpses of cartoons, opulent dinners with fancy guests, the ugly sneakers he insisted on wearing every single day even though they were dirty and worn, the lurid red lipstick of his mother. The feeling that permeated through most of those years was melancholy loneliness, a feeling he associated with a vast expansion of untouched snow: empty and static.

So many blurry moments. Sangwoo's father was mean and old, the house was too big and empty, the kids at school hated him, and his young mother’s obsession for luxury and beauty overshadowed the little motherly traits she held.

Born to a successful plastic surgeon and a runway model, Sangwoo was an only child. It wouldn’t have bothered him so much if he had a cousin or two his age. He was born at an odd time when no one else in the family was having children. The kids closest to his age were ten-plus years older and had little interest in spending time with a cranky baby. And, with his parents constantly busy with work and work-related events, he was left attention-starved and with an inability to share properly. king still does not like sharing unless it’s with an s/o.

School was a blur up until high school. Elementary and middle school muddied together into indiscernible distant memories. However, there is one part of middle school that sticks out like a sore thumb: his bullying. No, he was not bullied; he was the bully. His parents' obsession with beauty left a damaging effect on him: seething insecurity. It especially got worse when they slashed into him for taking too long to grow into his looks and his eyes resembling his mother’s pre-surgery. They would pick at the smallest things. But all that could be fixed under the knife, right? From ages twelve to sixteen, he made others feel just as shitty as he felt. He figured out their insecurity, and if he didn’t, he projected his own onto them.

Luckily, once high school rolled around, his bullying dispersed and fully manifested into self-hatred. It didn’t end on his own accord, though. One of the classmates he had been bothering stood up for himself, which landed him a broken nose. Of course, the act of violence got Sangwoo in serious trouble, which halted his continuation of his middle school terror.

Sangwoo never dwelled too much on the idea of relationships until high school, and he was forced to do a project with a particular classmate. He knew he didn’t like women. That thought alone made him rush into denial. He liked women. He had to. It wasn’t that his parents had an aversion to homosexuals; they were actually quite progressive for Korean standards. It was his classmates he was worrying over. Teenage boys could be so cruel, and he knew first hand. But, before he could think twice, he was falling for his project partner, and it got to the point where he could not deny his feelings any longer.

Time moved quick, almost too quickly. Before he knew it, they were graduating and moving into their first apartment together. As expected, he began studying at a nearby university, majoring in business. The pair attended school while also working part-time, and that forced them to scrimp and save. This didn’t satisfy his extravagant taste, and since he refused to move back in with his parents, he opted to drop out. He figured working fulltime in customer service for a year or so could sustain them until he decided to go back to school. Well, a year turned into three.

While he did not mind being the breadwinner, the constant nagging of his parents to continue schooling hung over his head. It was about time he went back. Rather finish his college in Korea, he decided to finish it abroad in France. To be fair, he only had a year left of his MBA, and his parents promised to cover the cost. It was perfect until he remembered his boyfriend; he could not leave him like that, could he? Long-distance usually annihilates a relationship, and he was not prepared to watch his wilt away like a rotting flower.

He had to break up with him. It was an awful idea, but he managed to convince himself that when he came back, his significant other would be waiting for him, arms open, and they could just pick up where they left off. It was only a year. How could he move on and get eyes for another within a year?

France was great for the first week. After that, he was a mess, heartbroken, isolated, stressed. The nights were the worst. He was so used to sleeping beside someone else, and an empty, quiet bed was so cold and foreign. Sangwoo yearned for the smallest things: his breathing, the stupid movie nights they had every Friday, his melodic laughter. He even missed their fights. Again, he was facing that empty field of snow. It was his childhood all over again, and he could not wait until he was able to go home.

The thought of their relationship starting up again, kept him going.

Will you notice my charm if he slips up one bit?

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Shin Kijung

THE ONE WHO STAYED

25

Male

Pansexual

Sixth Year Uni Student

Medicine Major

5'9

Black Hair + Eyes

LIKES & DISLIKES

cats △ hoodies △ sweaters △ pastel colors, particularly baby pink △ the color brown △ black △ schedules △ bullet journals △ routine △ white, modern interior design △ science △ medicine △ helping people △ peppermint candy △ hot tubs △ black coffee △ green tea △ citron tea △ springtime △ cherry blossoms

bugs (HAHA), especially crickets and spiders ▽ neon colors ▽ winging it ▽ cheaters ▽ lizards ▽ swimming ▽ last-minute changes ▽ being late ▽ other people trying to help him financially, especially if its at their own expense ▽ wintertime ▽ failing -- especially if it's to people who arguably didn't work as hard as him ▽ disobedience ▽ disrespect

MISC

date of birth is September 18th, 1995 • the hanja for his name is 辛紀正 [신기정] • right-handed • blood type is a-positive • runs cold -- wears a lot of hoodies and sweaters • is farsighted -- usually wears contacts, but prefers his wire-rimmed glasses • his favorite subject was science • goes to the gym somewhat regularly, but isn't really athletically inclined • his favorite place is the library (NERD) • has a damn bullet journal • will sometimes catsit for his old apartment neighbor if he has time • speaks fairly advanced English • he hates all bugs immensely, but crickets are at the top of the list, with spiders coming in at a close second • he used to like winter because of the holiday season, but now dislikes it because it only reminds him of what he lost • face claim is Im Changkyun (I.M)

PERSONALITY

In the camps and cliques of his high school days, Kijung fell firmly between the normals and the nerds -- perhaps "goody-two-shoes", but never quite "teacher's pet." Kijung, although reasonably intelligence, was never ingenious. Though comparable in class rank, he often found himself divided from other top students, characterized by their equal measures of laziness and brilliance. However, his diligent and hardworking nature, combined with his affinity for rules and liking for instructions, compensated for the genius he lacked, and let him onto the path of what many would call the ideal student. Kijung's persistent efforts are to thank for both his success and his almost obsessive degree of perfectionism.

Despite his internal intensity, Kijung is somewhat shy by nature. However, although he is a clear introvert, it could also be argued that Kijung is still a people person -- he doesn't mind socializing, but is usually not the one to initiate conversations. Kijung was always the more reserved guy in the group -- never one to take charge or to raise his voice -- but he always had a group and was rarely avoided, much less ostracized. Kijung may not be the most noticeable pillar in his social scene, but he is an essential one; considerate, grounded, and responsible, he is often relied on for emotional support and counsel.

Though he is not particularly conservative, Kijung is somewhat traditional in his values. He believes in hard work, filial piety, and things of the like, and when people either disregard those beliefs completely, or go about them in an unconventional way, Kijung gets pretty miffed. In his head, there's usually only one right way to do things -- Kijung hates to say it, but he can be pretty close-minded. He'll usually only bring up his concerns once, if he does at all, but will otherwise fall back into passive-aggressiveness. He's bad at lying, and wears his heart on his sleeve; when he dislikes someone, everyone knows it, even if he doesn't say a word.

Kijung gets attached -- to people, to places, to periods of time. Nostalgia is something he indulges in heavily -- Kijung often finds himself reliving the past instead of looking towards the future. He has a hard time letting things go -- he clutches everything that stumbles into his inner circle tightly to his chest. He hates change, and always takes an absurdly long time to adjust to drastic shifts in his life. Sometimes, Kijung feels like life is rushing past him in rough, crashing waves; he finds himself pulled into the current unwillingly, the water bruising his arms and sending him flying into cliffsides. Sometimes, Kijung just wants to anchor himself into one place, deep within the sandbanks and seafloor, and never move.

BIOGRAPHY

Shin Kijung was born on September 18th, 1995 in Miryang, South Korea, and grew up in a fairly large family in a somewhat lower middle class position. He was born to Shin Yonghyun and Song Miyeon, and was the second child of four. His elder sister, Yejung, although the oldest in age, didn't carry the typical persona of a responsible eldest sibling. She was a daydreamer at best and a horrible slacker at worst. Spontaneous, artistic, and always in her head, Yejung was passionate about art, but scored poorly in school, and for a family that couldn't spare much money for frivolous hobbies at the sake of education, she was a disappointment. Yejung wasn't cruel or mean or a bad sister, but she wasn't practical or particularly responsible, and the Shin family couldn't afford to support her habits or unique personality. While their parents were always civil and kind to her, there was a constant underlying tension in their interactions.

Kijung, younger by a solid five years, felt an immediate pressure to be what Yejung was not. It wasn't suffocating or constricting, but it was the sort of pressure that was motivated by his desire to please his family, the sort of pressure that permanently guided and shaped his personality. He was a traditionally polite child -- demure, put-together, usually in the back and keeping quiet unless he was called on. When he entered school, he showed extraordinary time management and an incredible work ethic -- even from a young age, Kijung was a star student. He took care of his two younger siblings -- Soojung and Hojung, younger by two and four years respectively -- as he entered his double digits. His parents never ostracized Yejung outright, and it was clear that it was never their intention, but Kijung was the child they wanted Yejung to be -- polite, put-together, and pleasant. Yejung was not the kind of girl who lashed out, but she drifted away from the other members of the family, only offering Kijung a weak smile whenever they crossed paths.

When Kijung was eleven, their family moved from Miryang to Daegu in search of better job opportunities. Kijung was the quiet, new kid at the almost intimidatingly large middle school. He knew nothing and no one when it came to Daegu. Kijung walked into the school smack dab in the middle of the school year, fresh-faced and lost, and his first impression was established by a one boy taunting another. Kijung would later learn of Lee Sangwoo from one of his classmates, a girl at the top of the class who always had something to say to the bully. Kijung generally lingered by the sidelines, but grit his teeth and glared whenever Sangwoo passed by.

When Kijung entered high school, he was placed in the unfortunate circumstance of having Lee Sangwoo as a project partner. Sangwoo wasn't that good at school, but Kijung didn't hold it against him -- as long as they worked together, Kijung would be satisfied. Throughout the year, Kijung, horrifyingly enough, found himself slowing falling in love with Lee Sangwoo, a dickish (former) bully. Sangwoo was a damn asshole, and Kijung couldn't help but lose his patience whenever he was around the other teen. Sangwoo was a rich, spoiled brat who could, and probably would, pay his way out of everything. Kijung, the lower-middle-class boy in a family of six who had to balance two jobs along with his diligent studies, hated that. But Sangwoo was warm and romantic as well, and Kijung found himself falling for the other's magnetic charm.

Before he knew it, Kijung and Sangwoo were moving in with each other. Kijung was accepted into medical school, but money was still a looming issue for him. He and Sangwoo worked part-time to pay for their living expenses and for school. When Sangwoo dropped out of school to work full-time in customer service, Kijung was immensely angry, guilty, and in love. They got into fights constantly at the beginning -- education was important, and Kijung didn't want his boyfriend to sacrifice his in order to support the both of them. Eventually, they reached a compromise about it, though Kijung still felt an uncomfortable tug at his gut whenever the issue danced into his thoughts.

When Sangwoo brought up studying abroad, Kijung was elated, but conflicted. Yes, he wanted Sangwoo to go back to school more than anything, but they had been living together for around half a decade. Kijung never took to big changes well -- he wanted the best for Sangwoo, but he also wanted him to stay.

Sangwoo breaking up with him was the most painful thing Kijung had ever felt. Not only was Sangwoo was spending a whole year in a foreign country, but he also didn't want to be with Kijung anymore. Kijung felt a string of bitterness underlying the hurt -- did Sangwoo lead him on for five years? Was the foreign exchange student thing just a ruse to get away from Kijung entirely? Kijung didn't know, but he spent the first two weeks after the breakup holed up in their old apartment. He decided he couldn't take it anymore -- he couldn't stand being surrounded by the ghost of their shared memories. He moved onto campus, and a small weight was lifted off his shoulders.

Kijung returned to his normal life after that -- he went to labs, studied at the library, and diligently took notes during lectures like he always did. But there was a splash of gray coloring his demeanor, and it wouldn't leave. Kijung was never really over the relationship -- for ten months, there was a gaping hole in his chest that was constantly seeping with a heavy gray depression. Finally, during the eleventh month, Kijung was able to stitch the wound back up; it still scarred, and he had a feeling that the strings holding his psyche together were tenuous and fragile, but Kijung was finally able to move on from the breakup. He was finally able to accept that Sangwoo was no longer a part of his life.

Even when everyone else was breaking up, I believed we were special

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JUNG MINJI

the crush

basics

name

Jung Minji / 정민지

age

twenty-five (25)

DOB

April 27, 1995

occupation

med student

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Traits

logical

orderly

strong-willed

loyal

bossy

stubborn

judgmental

insensitive