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* // ☾✦. —— INSPIRATION flowed through Hyemi, a rumble of excitement in the tips of fingers, as she prepared herself to meet with Sewan. It was a rare occasion for the female to be eager to dedicate her time with another person, unless that be someone who she idolised, however, Sewan was an exception amongst the many. If it wasn’t for the aura that made her feel as if she could be a truer version of herself, it was because of the inspiration she could draw when she was around them, and these were both things that Hyemi searched for the most. Their relationship was yet to be deemed anything more than just a friendly acquaintance, friendships being a foreign concept for Hyemi, but that hadn’t stopped her from making an effort. When the decision was to spend their time together sharing a picnic on the sand, where Hyemi was free to sketch to her hearts content, she had already began preparations for a basket of her own… Or, at least she had employed someone to complete that task for her. So, with detailed instructions pulled up, a basket in her hand, and supplies upon her back, Hyemi made her way to reacquaint with the other.

          It didn’t take long from departing from her apartment till she was in view of the other, obsidian irises outlining the familiar frame and roseate tiers instinctively tugged to an upright. She approached, the lining of fabric dancing with the sea breeze, “ I didn’t keep you waiting too long, did I? ”  Not that she cared much, but it didn’t hurt to be polite to the person that was doing her a favour. “ I brought some things of my own! ” An arm raised,  the basket that had been meticulously assembled in better view, “ If that makes up for my slight lateness.”  Hyemi offered, her voice soft, flowing with surroundings as if she belonged on the sand, as took a seat besides the other… supplies settling on the ground.

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he wasn’t really sure what he had been expecting when he saw hyemi approach him, basket and supplies in arms. it was safe to say that jang sewan had been expecting everything and yet nothing at the same time — and it was an understatement to say that this type of situation was not exactly his forte. whilst some people found in natural to meet someone else at the beach, on the warm white sand of cheonpo, for sewan, it was a foreign experience. it was one that he realized that he may have over-prepared for. sometimes, hyemi was a bit much to handle for his hermit life, but he never liked being the one who had less to offer. and so, rubbing the back of his neck in sort of an awkward manner, sewan lifted the blanket that had come with the basket and made the gesture of spreading it out on the sand.

he remembered one of the chefs of the hotel’s restaurant’s remark about absolutely needing one — because what would be a picnic without a picnic blanket? 

“not too long,” sewan answered her, attempting a resemblance of a smile. her confidence and bright aura seemed to rejuvenate something inside of him, and with the first couple exchange of words came a sliver of familiarity and peace. nodding in response to most of what she said, words fading into the background as he tried to get a grasp on the idle conversation that had started between them, sewan found himself slightly staring into hyemi’s gaze. not because he found her particularly alluring, although she was very pretty, but more because he had been hit with the whole “i have no idea what to say” phase of their relationship. that was one of hyemi’s traits that sewan found that he was lacking — she always had words in her mouth to spit out, even if they did escape her lips a little too quickly at times. 

“i, uh,” he started, blinking, “brought a blanket?” it was more of a question than a statement, and he found his cheeks flushing as he stood up to awkwardly spread the blanket on the floor. “though, it’s up to you if you’d rather sit on the bench.” 

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there was nothing that jang sewan liked more than getting away from the metropolitan grasp of seoul, and busan was about as far south as he guessed he could get without his family sounding alarm bells. a beautiful view of the blue green ocean whisked by as he watched from within the comfort of his luxury car, and sewan rolled down the windows slightly to taste the refreshing saltiness of the air. he couldn’t remember the last time he had come to the area, not even for vacation; even if he had business that extended this far out to the gyeongsang-do region, sewan had never been one to come himself. his duties as ceo of sejong hotel troubled him enough, and a couple hours trip just to solve one matter had never been much of a priority. 

however, a small frown made its way to his face when sewan considered the circumstances of his trip to busan today, circumstances caused by the ruthlessness of his family and the stubbornness of another. a small groan of frustration was elicited out of his mouth as sewan touched his forehead briefly, feeling another migraine coming along as the car picked up speed, racing down the highway that was nearly empty. everything, especially the daughter, about that family told him that persuading them to sell their inn wouldn’t be an easy task — though he had never expected it to be easy — and that had caused days worth of stress. his lips pressed into a thin, grim, firm line when sewan realized that if they didn’t sell their inn soon to him, someone else in the family business, someone less inconspicuous and more threatening, would soon pay them a visit.

his hand curled into a fist on his knee as his vehicle continued on its way, finally dropping off the highway to curve into smaller streets. sewan had seen his family in action before, especially his older brother, who was probably head deep into being an entitled prick — and he knew that the inn wouldn’t stand a chance if his brother decided to take it upon himself and do the job instead. a prick would always be a prick, and an entitled person would always use his minions to do the job for him instead.

sewan could only hope that he wasn’t too late, but as his sleek black car pulled up into the driveway of the inn, he already felt uneasiness settle in the pits of his stomach.

something wasn’t right. something was off. 

asking his chauffeur to stay in the car, sewan shut the door behind him before straightening his buttoned-up shirt and entering the inn. the door had been left open, and he could think of a number of reasons why — until he saw the mess unfolded before him and he could no longer think at all. 

an anger boiled deep in his gut. sewan bit his bottom lip. fuck, he thought to himself, eyes turning dark, the asshole did it again. he was so disturbed by the catastrophe that sewan didn’t notice the familiar figure of a young woman standing in front of him.

Another Rude Awakening: @wyxsewan

              A change of heart and a curious mind is what led Hyojung back to Busan or more specifically, back to her family’s inn. It’d been a little over a month since she’d visited her grandparents, her superb ease-dropping skills proving to be very effective as it played a huge part in her new found knowledge. If anything were to happen to the inn while she held this information, she’d never be able to forgive herself. After all, she’d already caused her parents enough turmoil so this felt like the least she could do. There was no way she was going to let her parent’s inn be bought out by a jackass with deep pockets—even if they were undeniably easy on the eyes. Though of course, this fact shouldn’t have had any real impact on anything but the thought of him made her cheeks flush and suddenly it’d felt like she’d been sunbathing for a good three hours.

              This thought lingered as she wandered onto the property, the woman’s lips pressed together in a thin line as she begun to visualize Sewan’s image in her head. She replayed their only encounter with one another, more specifically: the instant they’d blown up and how nervous she’d found herself when the two unintentionally got a little too close for comfort. Hyojung winced upon stopping in her tracks, jumping childishly as she slapped both hands against her cheeks. “Aiiiish~ what the hell am I even thinking about right now?” She muttered before forcing herself to push the thought aside.

              She continued up the steps and towards the inn’s entrance, her fingers resting briefly upon a note that read in all caps: “CLOSED FOR RENOVATIONS!” Although this should’ve acted as a minor set back, the female only shrugged her shoulders and dug through her bag, quietly searching for the spare key she’d stolen from her parents during her childhood. It still fit perfectly inside the door and she pushed it open, revealing what looked like the aftermath of a tornado. Tables, chairs, and travel pamphlets were tossed aside, lying messily on the floor aside a trail of broken glass (which was once a vase) and water that was now scattered from one side of the room to the next. Everything appeared to be in disarray and yet the door had been so neatly closed as if nothing happened. “You’ve got to be kidding me…” All of the color flushed from her face while her mouth remained slightly ajar. She gazed around the lobby with complete horror, her blood beginning to boil with fury once she stepped further inside. 

              There could have only been one culprit and there was no question about it. The woman clenched her fists and her body begun to shake ever so slightly as she murmured, “Sewan, you arrogant bastard…”

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@wykj​ !! flashback !! 📍 somewhere in seoul !!

an uncomfortable tension hung in the air, weighing down on his shoulders as jang sewan struggled to sit up straight in his rigid chair. he fidgeted around, trying to find a position that would somehow make this situation more bearable; his eyes, emotionless to a fault at his parents’ terrible taste in guests, wandered the dinner table that had been filled to the brim. the background music of a bach piano classic and occasional noise from the scuffling of feet of workers both were soon muted as sewan focused his attention onto the seemingly idle conversation. 

the speech exchanged between his parents and their dinner guests had initially been lathered in empty compliments and toasts for good health, but now it had just delved into the core — the real reason the entire jang family had been pressured into dining in an environment that would cause indigestion. all the heirs of the chaebol household, family favorites and sore sights alike, had disliked being seated at this very table — because who in their right mind would want to have a late dinner with, to put it crudely, criminals? 

it was ironic, considering that sewan had just recently realized that his own parents were criminals themselves. oh, that had been a blast. 

veiled under a flimsy attempt at maintaining honor, the request to quietly “remove” someone slipped out from between his father’s lips, and an expression resembling a smirk flashed across the face of the man sitting in front of him. sewan’s head turned slightly to observe him, spoon and chopsticks left untouched before him, lips set in a firm, straight, thin line. a hand, balled into a fist, nails digging into his palms, rested on his knee, hidden from plain sight. it was a fist born from bitter infuriation, from pity of the soon-to-be victim; how could people be so nonchalant about the value of someone’s life? 

to “extract” someone from a business meant so much to sewan and yet so little to the majority of the individuals who had seated themselves in the jang mansion. it was a part of their family secret that he would never be able to comprehend in the walls of his mind.

as his gaze rested on the broad-shouldered man in front of him, sewan briefly remembered his parents saying something about the crime leader having a grandson. that must be him, he pondered to himself, taking a sip out of his glass of red wine, kang jin.

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"Don’t you dare."

— sentence starter !!

an amused chuckle escaped him as sewan brought the glass of whiskey to his lips. he had never really been one to make much small talk, but the alcohol running through his veins had sparked a bit of his old sociable side. cocking his head to the side slightly, a small smile toyed with his lips as he set the glass down onto the bar counter. 

ang kyein, owner of club mute — he had always been so touchy when it came to talk about business. it wasn’t as if sejong hotel and club mute were competitors (how could they, when they swam in different waters?) but sewan had had his eye on a particular bartender of club mute’s for a long time now. and what better time was to scout the bartender tonight, when the hotel bar would start its renovations and upgrades?

“i’m joking,” sewan said, finishing the rest of his whiskey. “kind of.” sliding the now empty glass over the table, he stood up from his seat, dusting lint off of his well-pressed pants. “but you’ll see me tomorrow!”

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"What happened to you?"

— sentence starter !!

sewan looked down at himself. the suit, worth thousands of dollars, that he had only been wearing for a couple of hours was soaked. gray water dripped from the hem of his jacket, and he confoundedly wiped his forehead with the wet sleeve of his jacket. “uh,” sewan started. it took a lot to swipe the words right out of his mouth, but he wasn’t really in his right state of mind. “one of the cleaning ladies made a... mistake.” 

he didn’t want to elaborate further, not really; the more he thought about the situation, the more embarrassing it was. “do you happen to know which direction the bathrooms are?” sure, it was his hotel, but his mind seemed like it was drowning, too.

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@miwy !! 📍 cheonpo beach !!

his long legs dangled from where jang sewan sat on a wooden bench on the outskirts of the beach. the warm sand under his feet and the cool shade from surrounding trees reminded him of the reason this was his favorite place in the entirety of wonyang; a little put off from the usual tourist attractions, it gave him the undisturbed silence he needed to, well, think. 

that, and to enjoy a coffee in the mornings sewan desperately needed caffeine (which was basically every morning). 

believe it or not, yoon hyemi, the young woman that he had met only two times, was the first he’d ever invited into his little space. though it was funny to call such a place his, it was just one of those places that felt personal, closed off; and to be frank, sewan was in the middle of wondering if he had made a mistake. granted, the girl was good company, even when she was a handful sometimes, but still — he had driven a stake into this bench.

well, sewan thought to himself, taking a sip of his iced latte, chewing the end of the straw thoughtfully, it wasn’t as if he could do anything about it now. he had sent some quite detailed instructions on how to get here to her through a message, and it wasn’t as if he could just take back what he had said. 

in fact, he realized as he checked his watch, hyemi would be here any minute. his eyes wandered to the basket that he had brought with him. he wasn’t sure if bring that had been a smart decision either. honestly, everything about their whole relationship — if he could even call it that at this point — was on the rocks for him, and everything was new. sewan couldn’t remember the last time he had actually been social with someone not from his family or working environment’s inner circle. 

maybe it’d be good for him, to stick his head out of his shell, even if it meant bumping into a few obstacles on the way. he’d give it a shot, and if it didn’t work out, he’d just give up on life altogether. no big deal.

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☔️ would you consider yourself a good person?

“that depends. does being a good person have a timeframe?” sensing an air of confusion, sewan finds it necessary to elaborate further. “what i mean is,” he pauses before continuing, almost lost in his past, “if i wasn’t before, can i be a good person now? and does it count if i’m trying to be one, even if i’m not there yet?” 

sewan has many questions, but there’s nothing certain about his questions (or his answers); he has many memories, but everything seems to be tainted by knowing that he himself is not who he had once thought of himself to be.

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physical traits, jang sewan.

eyes (general): large / small / narrow / sharp / squinty / round / wide-set / close-set / almond-shaped / deep-set / sunken / bulging / protruding / wide / hooded / heavy-lidded / bright / sparkling / glittering / flecked / dull / bleary / rheumy / cloudy / red-rimmed / beady / bird-like / cat-like / jewel-like / steely / hard / long lashes / sweeping eyelashes / thick eyelashes

eyes (color): chestnut / chocolate brown / cocoa brown / coffee brown / mocha / mahogany / sepia / sienna brown / mink brown / copper / amber / cognac / whiskey / brandy / honey / tawny / topaz / hazel / obsidian / onyx  / coal / raven / midnight / sky blue / sunny blue / cornflower blue / steel blue / ice blue / arctic blue / glacial blue / crystal blue / cerulean / electric blue / azure / lake blue / aquamarine / turquoise / denim blue / slate blue / slate gray / storm blue / storm gray / silver / silver gray / chrome / platinum / pewter / smoky gray / ash gray / concrete gray / dove gray / shark gray / fog gray / gunmetal gray / olive / emerald / leaf green / moss green /soft pink / seafoam / cyan / blood red / bright pink

eyebrows: arched / straight / plucked / sparse / trim / dark / faint / thin / thick / unruly / bushy / heavy /curved

skin (general): lined / wrinkled / seamed / leathery / sagging / drooping / loose / clear / smooth / silken / satiny / dry / flaky / scaly / plated / delicate / thin / translucent / luminescent / baby-soft / flawless / small pores / large pores / glowing / dewy / dull / velvety / fuzzy / rough / uneven /mottled / dimpled / doughy / firm / freckled / pimply / pockmarked / blemished / pitted /scarred / bruised / veined / scratched / sunburned / weather-beaten / raw / tattooed / metallic / pierced / scarification / natural armor

skin (color): amber / bronze / cinnamon / copper / dark brown / deep brown / dark blue / ebony / pure white / honey / golden / pale / pallid / pasty / fair / light / cream / alabaster / ivory / bisque / milk / porcelain / chalky / sallow / olive / peach / rosy / ruddy / florid / russet / tawny / fawn / lurid / red / violet

face structure: square / round / oblong / oval / elongated / narrow / heart-shaped / cat-like / wolfish / high forehead / broad forehead / prominent brow ridge / protruding brow bone / sharp cheekbones / high cheekbones / angular cheekbones / hollow cheeks / square jaw / chiseled / sculpted / craggy / soft / jowly / jutting chin / pointed chin / weak chin / receding chin / double chin / cleft chin / dimple in chin / visible adam’s apple / carved features / carved jawline / fine features

nose: snub / dainty / button / turned-up / long / broad / thin / straight / pointed / crooked / aquiline / roman / bulbous / flared / hawk / strong / linear

mouth/lips: thin / narrow / full / lush / cupid’s bow / rosebud / dry / cracked / chapped / moist / glossy /straight teeth / crooked teeth / gap between teeth / gleaming white teeth / yellowed teeth / braces / overbite / underbite / dimples / serrated teeth / curved teeth / fangs

facial hair: clean-shaven / smooth-shaven / beard / neckbeard / goatee / moustache / sideburns / mutton-chop sideburns / stubble / a few days’ growth of beard / five o’ clock shadow / metallic beard extension / chin scales / plates

hair (general): long / short / shoulder-length / loose / limp / dull / shiny / glossy / sleek / smooth / luminous / lustrous / spiky / stringy / shaggy / tangled / messy / tousled / windswept / unkempt / straggly / neatly combed / parted / slicked down / slicked back / cropped / clipped / buzzed / buzz cut / curly / bushy / frizzy / wavy / straight / lanky / dry / oily / greasy / layers / corkscrews / spirals / ringlets / braids / dreadlocks / widow’s peak / bald / shaved / comb-over / thick / luxuriant / voluminous / full / wild / untamed / bouncy / wispy / fine / thinning / floorlength / coiffured /braid / plaits

hair (color): black / blue-black / jet black / raven / ebony / inky black / midnight / sable / salt and pepper / silver / silver gray / charcoal gray / steel gray / white / snow-white / brown / brunette / chocolate brown / coffee brown / ash brown / brown sugar / nut brown / caramel / tawny brown / toffee brown / red / ginger / auburn / copper / strawberry blonde / butterscotch / honey / wheat / blonde / golden / sandy blond / flaxen / fair-haired / bleached / platinum / violet / dark green with pink highlights / rose / pastel pink / opalescent

body type: tall / average height / short / petite / tiny / compact / big / large / burly / beefy / bulky / brawny / barrel-chested / heavy / heavy-set / fat / overweight / obese / flabby / chunky / chubby / pudgy / pot-bellied / portly / thick / stout / lush / plush / full-figured / ample / rounded / voluptuous / curvy / hourglass / plump / soft / leggy / long-legged / gangling / lanky / coltish / lissome / willowy / lithe / lean / svelte / slim / slender / trim / thin / skinny / emaciated / gaunt / bony / spare / solid / stocky / wiry / rangy / sinewy / stringy / ropy / sturdy / strapping / powerful / hulking / fit / athletic / toned / muscular / chiseled / taut / ripped / herculean / broad-shouldered / sloping shoulders / bowlegged

hands: delicate / small / large / square / sturdy / strong / smooth / rough / calloused / elegant / plump / manicured / stubby fingers / long fingers / ragged nails / grimy fingernails / ink-stained / talons / long nails

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hello! uwu i’m rae, and you can refer to me as she/her! (and i run on kst.) i’ll be bringing in another muse shortly, but for now, this is my introduction for my baby, jang sewan! here’s his profile and his history; i don’t have any plots up yet (oops!) but i’ll try to have them ready in a couple of days. if you’d like to plot, pls like this post and i’ll slide into your im’s!

you can find some more info about him below the cut. :’)

he’s currently the owner of sejong hotel in yongdeok as the second son of the chaebol jang family! the jang family is pretty well-known as one of the elite classes of seoul, but not many know about sewan because his parents made sure that he’d fade into the background once he couldn’t take the family secret.

he actually does much prefer wonyang to seoul, even though he’s not 100% used to the area yet and hasn’t actually found people to surround himself with.

basically, he’s kind of a lonely, lost, guarded, and young ceo who doesn’t really know what he wants to do with his life? he’s hoping he’ll find an answer down by the coast, away from the bustling and scandalous nature of gangnam.

he absolutely adores the ocean, and often goes to cheonpo during his free time. 

when he’s not free, though, he’s a stickler of a boss, being big on organization and methodical approaches to business. it’s probably why sejong hotel does so well, honestly.

bc he doesn’t talk much about himself anymore, employees pretty much only know him as the top of the pyramid in the hotel and glances of his face. but he does care for all of his workers.

he won’t ever admit it, but he does need to start meeting some new faces to keep himself in a socialized manner; or else he’ll really fall into a dark place. hopefully, wonyang will be the perfect place for him to break out of his shell.

for some reason, he really gets attached to people who find him when he’s vulnerable? might just be something about feeling really dependent. it also works vice versa, with him finding someone in his or her or their vulnerable state.

speaking of dependent, he’s extremely dependent on banana and/or chocolate milk. he hates everything bitter, so he can’t drink coffee like a normal working person. 

tbh he’s a bit of a baby when it comes to his diet; he also can’t handle anything too spicy. watch him look frantically around for milk whenever he attempts to handle the classic korean pepper.

he’s really attentive so he finds beauty in little things, but he also often misses the point of the big picture (when it comes to anything else besides his work). guess he just needs someone to teach him.

also he’s kind of a novice when it comes to romance; he’s not exactly good with people romantically and is kind of more of the type to fumble and blurt out whatever’s on his mind. usually, it’s not the smartest (or greatest) idea. 

i guess i can say that he really just blurts out things on a daily basis. 

there’s a lot more to him that i’m still trying to figure out, mainly bc he’s a new muse for me, but i’m hoping that some of the new muses that he’ll meet will become part of his history and really help him with his development!!

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