hvunwoo

[hvunwoo]

distant stage starter for @fatalmisery

it's hot -- like really fucking hot. and crowded too, which should come as no surprise with how yeonhwa's somehow managed to gather a crazy line-up of performers for yeonchella. and while hyunwoo isn't exactly the most interested in pop music and what not, he'd have to have lived under a rock to not recognize a few of the names on the list of performers.

he isn't particularly excited to see them though, despite the fact that he thinks it might be nice to enjoy the music. and so far, everything has been a culmination of everything he's disliked; it's hot, there's too many people (loud and boisterous) and hyunwoo wants nothing more than to get away. that and the added fact he'd just finished up a shift at the kissing booth not too long ago. his mouth feels like plastic, and his arms... honestly, not that bad. he didn't quite hate choking people as much as he'd thought.

but if there's anyone that he thinks that might dislike this crowd of people more than him, it's sungha. people gathered together, sweat dripping in the middle of summer, screaming and shouting, bodies close as they jumped to the beat of the music... all things that hyunwoo had deduced that sungha would most probably dislike.

and he realizes that that isn't far from the truth when he catches sight of the boy walking away the minute the crowd seems to pile up. it's almost funny, hyunwoo thinks, how he doesn't have to actively search for sungha despite the fact that he wants nothing more than to see him most of the time -- though he won't admit this just yet.

"sungha," he calls out, reaching out to hold the boy's hand. he glances over at the crowd, the stage, and then to the boy again. "follow me," hyunwoo leaves little to no space for rejection; again assuming that sungha would just follow him anyway. "it's a little bit of a walk," is all he says before he intertwines their fingers and tugs the boy closer to him as they step away from the crowd.

at the very least, the heat had seemed to simmer down by now -- it's late evening and hyunwoo's glad that he isn't sweating buckets anymore. he turns to look at sungha, noticing that he isn't either. probably something to do with his body, he thinks, hyunwoo noticed the lack of sweat the last time he had sungha on his bed too. his thoughts drift, just slightly, before his grip on sungha's hand tightens.

they reach a bench underneath a tree, not too far from the stage, but far enough that the smell of sweat and crowd of people aren't a hindrance, he remembers clearly how sensitive sungha is to smell, and his disdain for germs. "we can still listen from here, and there's barely anyone around," he says, taking a seat on the bench. "would be a waste to just leave," he tugs at sungha's hand once more. "sit with me."

[hvunwoo]

banana cake starter for @r4bbitsrun

hyunwoo's seen a lot of things in his life -- which isn't much of a surprise with his family's background and all. there isn't much ( hyunwoo thinks ) that he hasn't seen, at least when an influential lifestyle is involved. it isn't something that he ponders too much about though, because it's always just there, and hyunwoo always assumes that he'll see something more and more interesting as he ages.

still though, this probably takes the cake. this -- this is literally taking his fucking cake. his banana cake that he'd spent a good half an hour standing in line for to share with mouse.

he makes eye contact with the animal, and it stares back at him. it's not a monkey, it doesn't look like a monkey, but it's eating his banana cake, and he thinks he's losing it's mind because the thing fucking taunts him. shit. what the fuck?

"what the fuck?" he says out loud, "stay back." he doesn't make any attempt to step closer though, because he feels like it might jump at him if he does. "that took thirty fucking minut - fuck it." fuck it!

he reaches into his pocket, and pulls out his phone before snapping a photo and sending it to his friend.

to: mouse > guess what > [image.png] > it's eating our cake > what the fuck > can u get here fast and like tell it to go away? > im not scared just think this animal might be op > hurry up man come on

[hvunwoo]

hello! i know i still have plotting dms to get to ( and i promise i'll get to them ) ! but meanwhile i'd also love to have some random starters started so please comment an emoji or colour and i'll whip us up something!

[hvunwoo]

click. highlight. click. bold. click. highlight. delete.

fucking idiot, hyunwoo thinks -- even though the results he'd produce with jeongmin were always far from that; even though in truth, he knew that jeongmin was the furthest thing away from a buffoon that didn't know what he was doing. and maybe that was what pissed him off most. how well the both of them seemed to work together despite how terribly they got along.

hyunwoo for one, has never been the kind of person to hide his disdain towards anyone he didn't get along with. his words were after all, always curt, sharp and he didn't quite care to 'take care' of the feelings of someone he disliked. that and well, hyunwoo's a really fucking petty person.

he squints at the screen, and grumbles to himself. it isn't that jeongmin is giving terrible ideas, or that his work is subpar. hyunwoo is just annoying, and petty and hates that he's stuck here in the study room with jeongmin of all people. he clicks space -- hard -- and sighs.

"right," he raises a brow, stares at jeongmin before he decides to highlight a section in bright red. "did you prefer red?" he asks, he then moves on to highlight another section in bright green. "or green?" fuck, the whole entire document looks like a fucking 80s disco poster, and in truth it's hurting hyunwoo's eyes too. "i was just trying to make sure you saw all the edits i made."

google doc wars jeongmin ft. @hvunwoo

the sound of keyboards clacking is supposed to be relaxing, even soothing. background noise for productivity, like rain tapping against a window or pages turning in a library. but in this study room each key click feeling like a passive-aggressive punch. there’s a specific quiet violence to it, too. the room falls into a tense silence, broken only by the erratic rhythm of their typing. the kind of speed that makes how badly they both want to be done with it awfully apparent. and yet, the task only seems to stretch longer the more they try to get through it. every “mistake” that gets pointed out turns into a string of thinly veiled insults, disregarding whatever it was that they were discussing in the first place.

it’s hard to tell if they’re working together or locked in some sort of virtual duel.

it’s truly unfortunate, borderline tragic, how well they work together. a fact made worse by how often the rest of the student government insists they keep doing it, for the sake of every single underclassman that needs them, their words. typically, jeongmin wouldn’t bother, he’s not exactly a team player, but even he can’t deny the high that hits after they finish a presentation they so clearly aced. the confident delivery, the perfect transitions, the nods from the board representatives. and then, of course, the scattered applause that fills the room like a reward. for once, somehow, it’s not about approval, it’s about winning. and they can’t deny they win best when they do it together.

“can you stop writing over every single thing i make?” jeongmin says harshly, glaring from behind the laptop screen. “there’s literally a feature for comments, no need to bold the text and highlight everything with that ugly bright yellow.”

[hvunwoo]

hyunwoo is probably five seconds away from gouging his eyes out. he doubts he can take another line of his business ethics textbook – he can't find it in himself to give a fuck about transparency and accountability anymore. the words are beginning to look like lines, randomly squiggled onto a blank page and hyunwoo thinks he might actually lose it.

"fuck." and fuck is right, he slams the textbook shut, rubs his eyes and grabs his bag; the same one he carries to the art studio frequently. there's no fuss, everything he needs is in there. he unlocks his phone and quickly switches his instagram account to rainyday, just in case he decides to post anything.

it's late, and he doubts anyone is at the art studio. anyone but sungha. and being near sungha is always a treat, something that hyunwoo doesn't quite admit out loud unless probed, but he enjoys being close to the other boy, something about his presence allowing hyunwoo's brain to fall into a comfortable silence, yet all at the same time prying it open enough to keep his attention.

he opens the door, and momentarily watches as sungha focuses on the canvas, smile unknowingly making it's way onto his face, before he takes a few steps towards his friend. sungha doesn't seem to mind his presence though ( then again – hyunwoo thinks sungha's never shown any sort of aversion to his presence ), and hyunwoo knows it isn't anything special, yet he can't help but hope that it is.

"your routine isn't hard to memorize, you move like a fucking robot," hyunwoo comments, grabbing a stool and seating himself next to sungha, "always on schedule." he shifts himself closer, takes a look at sungha's artwork, genuinely studying it, before his eyes shift over to sungha.

"we broke up," hyunwoo says, shrugging with little to no remorse. "you said you didn't like her perfume," he explains, as though that offers any clarification ( it doesn't ). but this way, hyunwoo thinks, he can get as close as he wants to to sungha, without the other boy getting uncomfortable.

and he does just that, rests his head against sungha's shoulder as he stares at the canvas. "so this is fine now, right?" he asks, but he isn't giving sungha much of a choice, body so close, he wonders if sungha can feel the heat radiating off of him. "it's always quiet here at night."

perfume.

tortured artists usually lack any modicum of sleep, staying up throughout the night during witching hours to complete their latest masterpieces. sungha opts to instead occupy one of the art studios in the morning, when the rest of the campus are shuffling for their first classes and the real artists are catching up on their sleep from last night's bender on their canvases. he doesn't have a tight deadline to adhere to, completing every assignment within a reasonable timeframe, leaving enough space for personal projects.

he doesn't consider himself someone with a creative bone in his body. it's his synesthesia that allowed him to see colors and shapes he could paint. perhaps it's his habit of taking visual notes of whatever he hears or sees, his color-coded notebooks being the rawest evidence of this, eventually expanding to painting the sights his synesthesia allowed him to witness. it's quiet too, a moment of reprieve from the business that comes from his studies and the demands of his extracurricular activities.

sungha only needs to add a few finishing touches to his latest work; additional highlights and shadows in certain corners of the canvas. it's then that he hears the familiar sound of the door swinging open, footsteps shuffling in without any sort of proper greeting. such a behaviour could only belong to @hvunwoo, striding over and breaching sungha's silent space. he glances at the boy from the corner of his eyes, acknowledging hyunwoo's intruding presence with a hum.

"i didn't tell you i was going to be here this morning, have you been memorizing my routine?" sungha questions, although hyunwoo's uninvited visit doesn't bother him in the first place. it doesn't surprise sungha that hyunwoo knew where he'd be, sungha operates on a strict self-imposed schedule and rarely ventures away from it. what's somewhat surprising is that there's no overwhelmingly sharp and potent perfume scent assaulting his nose, this time around.

the last time the two of them had been in the same room, it's that same pungent fragrance wafting in the air which caused sungha's head to start throbbing. he remembers it—adorned with golden jewelry and long nails, luxury handbags bleeding their wallets, his mother's voice thundering over him. it's a smell he strongly associates with his mother, certain memories resurfacing as the scent strikes his senses. sungha assumes it had been left behind onto hyunwoo's clothes from his latest girlfriend, and decides to move to another seat, mumbling a small apology and explaining that he had a headache because of the perfume.

he doesn't smell it today though, despite having been prepared for it. "you haven't been hanging out with your girlfriend lately?" sungha inquires, turning some of his attention back to his painting. "i assumed you would've gone on a date over the weekend."

[hvunwoo]

hey everyone! very late introduction because i literally just got back to the country but im all settled now and ready to plot 💪 i bring to you the nepo baby – choi hyunwoo! he currently majors in business administration with a minor in art, part of the student body government & antares and also in archery!

was kind of loose and a wildchild in his first year, but settled down by his second year because of a hospital visit, and runs an art account anonymously! but i promise he is 100% fun to plot with!

so please like this post if it's alright for me to dive 🏊 into your dms and plot! i also have a discord if you'd prefer plotting there! okay anyway enough yapping – you can find out more about him here on his profile and underneath the cut!

hyunwoo was born into wealth, and had been told to act a certain way since a young age.

his family is basically part of a conglomerate – they run the YoonJang Group which houses different subsidiary companies, such as YoonJang Finance, YoonJang Retail and YoonJang Automobile. hyunwoo’s father is currently the ceo of a subsidiary company YoonJang Finance.

as a child, hyunwoo always enjoyed art, finding it a fun way to express himself. his parents disliked it though.

both hyunwoo and his father are very sharp-tongued and hard headed. hyunwoo would get into arguments often with his father, and his father would tell hyunwoo to ‘cut the bullshit’.

in highschool, hyunwoo grew to love art even more, enjoying illustration and ceramics. he joined the art club, and was the president for a year. 

hyunwoo opened an instagram account for his artwork @ rainyday - though he keeps his identity a secret and has never revealed it.

when applying for university, his father pushed for him to take business administration so that it would be useful to the company. hyunwoo though, wanted to take art, and received recommendation letters from his teachers, and was already planning on applying to a university outside korea.

his father pushed for him to take business administration and this led to a huge argument, making hyunwoo upset. still, he relented.

in his first year, hyunwoo was reckless, due to the anger he felt for his father. he paid little attention to his work, mostly went to parties and would cause a mess - this was his own way of rebelling. 

a large argument between him and his father broke out ( tw physical abuse ) and hyunwoo’s father got physical like he often did. except this time, he slammed a vase on hyunwoo’s head and began kicking him relentlessly. this led to hyunwoo passing out, and getting hospitalized for a few weeks. ( tw end ) he then missed school for a period of time.

his memory of that incident is hazy due to the head injury he suffered. his father used an employee as a scapegoat and said that the employee and hyunwoo got into a fight. hyunwoo doesn’t 100% believe him but isn’t sure.

his father then allowed for hyunwoo to take a minor in art in his second year; in return hyunwoo would have to mellow down. hyunwoo agreed.

personality

still sharp-tongued; uses profanities a lot

if you knew him in his first year – you'd realize that he's mellowed down a lot, but he's still a little curious and he'll still party

likes to look 'put-together' though, as though he's got his life sorted out (he doesnt)

probably dated around quite a bit – jumps from relationship to relationship, not because he hates being lonely but because he finds it hard to turn down a pretty girl lol

whether he's a good boyfriend or not... can be left up to plotting?

can be a bit of an asshole when he wants to be, rarely cares about things that doesn't interest him

hates talking about his own issues, will swerve around it

will speak his mind, and that's usually landed him in a lot of arguments

fun guy sure

plots

anything. give me everything. thank you.

[hvunwoo]

happy opening everyone! i’m fifi and i bring to you choi hyunwoo ( the nepo baby ) & park kangmin / @dumpsteroracle ( daydream dumbbell hopeless romantic himbo jock who just wants a hallmark movie like romance )! talk about crazy timing but im going on a week long vacation just as the rp is opening 😭✌️ i’ll definitely have a proper intro up when i get back but in the meantime feel free to slip into my ims if you’d like to brainstorm!

[hvunwoo]