( in washed up brooks, holding out for something i can't f o r c e — what am i missing? ) &&. dimitri rim // 림성진
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o lord i thought i could bang this out before opening but nvm i guess?? oh well. i’m jem (pst, she/her/hers) and i like entertainment marketed toward twelve-year-old boys AND i am highkey excited to be here!!! ANYWAY below the cut you can read about my smol flowerboi dimitri. i should be around on all night (on mobile, at least) so feel free to hmu (or like this and i can hyu?? is that even a acronym?????)
(i’d also like reassure you that i actually do have a proper handle on the english language.....just,,,not ooc. bc. reasons?)
aight so: dimitri was born in busan, sk to a upper-level manager of a software company and an heiress. (he’s the 2nd kid—he has an older sister named either sunghee or laila, depending on who’s asking). when the company expanded to the north american market, they charged dimitri’s dad with heading it. soooo when dimitri was like sixish the rim fam packed up and headed over to los angeles.
dimitri had a really comfortable childhood, and wanted for virtually nothing. his parents, however, were determined to raise humble children, so they made dimitri and his sister do chores and help out at their mother’s flower shop, which she opened bc she was bored and rich and also bc she likes flowers. working at his mother’s shop helped dimitri realize his love and talent for botany (and flower arrangement, but he keeps that particular skill on the dl).
he wanted to study botany but his parents were like ‘hahah plants coo’ but you gotta be $ucce$$ful tho’. so, they compromised: dimitri went on to study eco bio at yale and is now at uchicago pursuing a doctorate in molecular engineering. (he’s finished his class requirements, but is currently participating in research/thesis work. he hopes to be a phd candidate by next semester.)
also at some point he and a couple friends decided to start a smol weed dispensary. one provided the house, one provided the capital, and dimitri provided his Magical Green Thumb. it’s the closest thing he has to a job outside of academia.
ah yes this is slowly inching away from short so let’s move onto other things:
dimitri’s life can literally be constructed by shuffling the following: wake up, bake up, study, caffinate, meme, ta, study. sleep, when time allows. if you manage to catch him outside of a lab or office hours, it’s likely in a cafe, huddled over a cup of something with at least four espresso shots in it. (you may also catch a glimpse of him mobbing around the city on a yellow vespa. beep beep, motherfuckers.)
dimitri is kinda sorta a Gigantic Mess, but that probably wouldn’t be your immediate guess. he definitely comes across as something between a space cadet and a stoner. a very nice guy, but you sometimes get the feeling he’s not all there.
seriously he’s really chill like how and also why are you like this you haven’t slept for over twenty-four hours. also he unironically Memes sometimes which is ://///
dimitri’s about as gay as they come. he does hookups and has had a number of fwbs, but he’s really leery of entering a serious relationship, as he’s not out to his parents. (his sister knows, but they’ve kinda mutually decided that it’s probably better to keep their parents in the dark.)
well, he says it’s because he’s not out to his parents, but it’s really more of a generalized fear of commitment. dimitri hates thinking about the long-term; a substantial reason he went for a doctorate is because the idea of commiting to the workforce terrified him a bit.
anywho word on the street is that you can stop by room 609 in logan square for some dank kush if you’ve got some dank cash winkuwinku
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