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the  indoor  pool  within  avalon  is  one  he  views  more  for  leisure  than  anything  else,  nowhere  near  as  big  as  he'd  need  it  to  be  for  adequate  training.  that's  why  it's  entirely  unsurprising  when  he  comes  up  for  air  in  record  time,  pushing  the  fallen,  wet  strands  of  hair  off  his  forehead  and  turning  to  adrian  trail  behind  him.  even  if  he'd  indulged  the  other's  wishes,  as  if  there  was  really  any  competition  in  the  first  place,  taesung  didn't  exactly  attempt  to  make  it  a  fair  fight.  he  lets  out  a  chuckle  when  adrian  comes  up  for  air  and  speaks,  leaning  against  the  edge  of  the  pool.  "i  think  it'd  be  hard  not  to,  experience  and  all  that,"  taesung shrugs  his  shoulders  before  letting  his  forearms  rest  on  the  dry  pavement, the water still cool enough to relax in.  "at  least  you  still  have  basketball,  i  wouldn't  stand  a  chance.  i'm  better  with  the  smaller  balls anyway.  innuendos  included,"  he  adds  with  a  wry  smirk.

who: adrian and taesung (@madc1ty) where: avalon, indoor pool

they line up next to each other in the water; getting a head start goes against adrian's pride and his toxic trait is thinking he could swim faster than an olympic swimmer if he just really put his mind to it. it ends up being quite the humbling experience, with taesung finishing the race in what seems like seconds, while adrian struggles to keep up, already winded halfway across the pool. when he finally reaches the other end, he can't help but let out a breathless laugh, shaking his head in disbelief, still in awe. "fuck man, you make it look way too easy."

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he  rolls  his  eyes  at  her  callousness.  "chill  out,  princess.  it's  a  joke,  i  know  you're  not  really  wired  to  have  a  sense  of  humor,  but  it's  never  too  late  to  change."  taesung  knew  he  was  funny,  knew  he  was  charming.  half  of  the  people  in  this  building  come  probably  attest  to  it  one  way  or  another.  everyone  except  elena  that  is.  he  figured  he'd  never  see  her  again  after  their  unfortunate  encounter,  quick  to  simply  write  her  off  as  another  pretentious  girl  who  thought  she  was  too  good  for  anything.  then  she'd  moved  in,  and  it  felt  as  if  she  was  everywhere.  in  his  apartment  complex,  in  his  gym.  for  such  a  big  building,  it  felt  awfully  small  at  times.  "not  really,  i  usually  have  something  else  to  keep  me  warm  at  night.  or  well,  someone  else,"  he  goads  her,  vulgar  words  with  a  smirk  to  match.  taesung  isn't  normally  this  bad,  having  been  raised  to  be  careful  with  his  words  and  protective  of  his  family's  image.  but  he  can't  seem  to  help  himself  with  elena,  as  if  he  gets  some  kind  of  kick  out  of  annoying  her  in  the  same  ways  she  manages  to  poke  at  him.  "yeah,  like  what?"  he  challenges  her,  crossing  his  own  arms  over  his  chest  and  awaiting  a  response.

she  let  out  a  low,  mocking  laugh,  crossing  her  arms  over  her  chest  with  exaggerated  indifference.  "right,  because  you’re  just  so  irresistible,  i  forgot"  she  drawled,  her  voice  thick  with  sarcasm  as  she  gave  him  a  slow,  withering  once  over.  truthfully,  she’d  been  over  their  unfortunate  first  meeting,  almost  as  soon  as  it  happened.  but  every  encounter  since  only  added  to  her  irritation,  like  he  was  determined  to  prove  he  was  exactly  the  crude  annoyance  she’d  initially  taken  him  for.  "newsflash:  just  because  someone  looks  your  way  once  or  twice  doesn’t  mean  they’re  obsessed  with  you.  though  i’m  sure  that  delusion  of  yours  keeps  you  warm  at  night."  it  bothered  her,  how  he  got  under  her  skin,  and  she  hated  that  he  knew  it.  "and,  for  the  record,"  she  added,  feigning  a  casual  tone,  "i  am  not  boring  ...  i  have  plenty  of  things  to  think  about  other  than  you."

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"only  if  they're  as  gorgeous  as  you  are,  obviously."  a  little  flirtation  is  nothing  unexpected  out  of  the  male,  quick  to  match  her  energy  with  his  own.  he  shakes  his  head  at  her  words,  grinning  at  the  mere  idea  that  he'd  somehow  fallen  from  grace.  if  anything,  fresh  off  of  his  career  high  had  put  him  back  at  the  top.  "i  heard  sometimes  the  best  things  only  come  when  you  wait  for  them.  doesn't  everyone  like  a  little  bit  of  a  chase?"  that  much  was  true,  he  certainly  had  heard  the  sentiment  before.  he  doesn't  bother  to  clarify  not  prescribing  to  the  notion,  and  that  an  hour  ago  he  had  a  hand  down  in  his  pants  in  the  women's  bathroom  and  the  behavior  displayed  now  was  simply  a  cool down. never  one  to  back  down  from  a  challenge,  he  watches  as  a  round  of  shots  is  poured  out  in  front  of  the  two,  turning  his  body  to  savannah  with  a  raised  eyebrow.  "yeah?  what  do  i  get  if  i  prove  you  wrong?  i'm  a  lot  of  things,  but  a  country  boy  has  never  been  one  of  them."

“depends  —  you lookin'  for  a  savior  tonight?”   savannah  answers  with  her  own  sense  of  playfulness,  chin  resting  in  the  palm  of  her  hands  as  she  surveys  taesung  —  lips  pursed  as  if  she's  given  thought  to  his  question.   “ since  you  managed  to  get  me  over  here,  i'd  say  it's  workin'  just  fine.  why?  the  old  thin'  not  workin'  for  you  anymore?  a  decline  in  the  people  who  wanna  party  with  the  park  tae sung? ”   hardly,  is  what  she  thinks  but  savannah's  sure  the  smile  on  her  face  says  it  for  her.

a  smile  that  waste  no  time  in  turning  into  a  laugh  at  the  mention  of  a  two-step.  turning  to  the  bartender,  signaling  for  them  to  give  her  two  rounds  of  her  previous  order  before  turning  back  to  the  other,   “ give  it  a  couple  shots  and  i  bet  you  change  your  mind. ”  

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he  takes  a  swig  of  his  drink,  caffeinated  beverage  coming  to  an  end  with  taesung  squeezing  the  can  in  his  hand  until  it  crumples  up.  despite  the  desired  effects,  he's  still  waking  up,  thinking  it  was  too  early  to  go  to  bed,  but  too  late  to  start  the  night  all  over  again.  serra  says  many  words,  and  most  of  those  words  fly  right  over  his  head,  half  awake  and  half  sober,  every  name  coming  out  of  the  brunette's  mouth  utterly  unrecognizable  to  him.  "sounds...  cool?"  not  really,  or  at  least,  not  his  idea  of  cool  anyway.  but  serra  is  important  to  him,  and  if  her  high  class  art  friends  constituted  a  good  night,  then  who  was  he  to  tear  that  down? as  loud  and  outgoing  as  he  could  be,  it  was  surprising  to  learn  that  taesung  didn't  mind  being  alone.  it's  something  he's  simply  adjusted  to  over  the  course  of  his  life,  not  quite  so  interested  in  the  idea  of  family.  he  already  had  one  of  those,  the  appeal  was  lost  on  him  from  a  young  age.  taesung  was  more  of  the  kind  to  keep  his  friends  separate,  thinking  it  felt  more  meaningful  that  way.  "so  you  had  a  little,  what's  it  called?  soirée?  that's  what  old  people  say,  i  think." he  raises  an  eyebrow  to  the  potential,  yet  passed  offer,  letting  a  laugh  leave  his  lips  at  the  thought  of  it.  "probably  would've  passed  anyway.  we  both  know  that's  not  my  scene,  and  besides,  you're  the  only  artsy  girl  i  like  hanging  out  with."  taesung  is  at  least  somewhat  polite,  he  doesn't  mention  that  he  thinks  most  of  her  friends  sound  pretentious  and  not  his  style.  because  of  course,  despite  the  unfathomable  levels  of  wealth  and  number  of  well  crafted  skills  beyond  physicality,  he  was  viewed  as  a  personified  jock,  lacking  in  sophistication  because  he'd  prefer  beer  and  action  movies  over  wine  and  fine  art.  "it's  too  late  to  get  sappy  with  me.  one  more  compliment  and  i  might  shiver,"  he  jokes,  preferring  to  keep  the  mood  light.  "nothing  as  eventful  as  you,  surely.  went  out  with  an  angel—victoria's  secret  kind,. had  some  drinks,  took  her  to  my  place,  went  for  a  couple  of  rounds.  threw  her  underwear  she  left  behind  down  the  trash  chute,  and  here  i  am  now,"  he  reveals,  ever so nonchalant  about  his  affairs.

serra leans comfortably into the plush couch, her smile hidden behind the burgundy liquid in her glass. “just one of those nights,” she shrugs casually, though amusement still dances in her eyes. “theo stopped by to chat for a bit, and he brought over a couple of bottles of something vintage. so, we’re chatting, having a glass, and then sloane—who practically lives at my place—well, you know, she has a key. so she waltzes in with her friends from art school, no warning, and they just… join us.” her tone's more delighted than annoyed.

with adrian gone more often since the season’s start, serra doesn’t mind nights like this—in fact, she loves them. it feels serendipitous, like one big family coming together, something serra's never really known but always dreamed of. she pauses, as if caught in that dream. “anyway, everyone starts getting hungry, and thank goodness my chef, michael, was still around, so he whips up a little spread for us.”

she takes another long sip, glancing over at him with a playful glow. “i tried to invite you,” she mimics his teasingly accusatory tone. “but, they’re gone now, and well, i figured the night wouldn’t feel complete without a nightcap with you." she admits with a genuine smile, "so, you don't have to tell me anything, just continue doing what you do, and being equally as good to me." the oak of the cabernet tingles her tongue, "tell me about your night."

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"you're  sweet  to  me,  that's  all  that  matters,"  taesung  points  out  with  a  grin,  shrugging  away  the  rebuttal  with  ease.  he  liked  her  company,  even  if  she  wasn't  really  the  traditional  image  of  sweet.  then  again,  nobody  was  in  their  world.  "yeah,  like  what?"  he  smirks,  her  coyness  never  unfamiliar  to  him.  a  laugh  escapes  his  lips  at  her  proposal,  absurd  enough  for  him  to  agree.  "you  think  they'll  make  me  the  hero  if  it  looks  like  i'm  coming  to  your  rescue?  just  don't  go  and  pick  a  linebacker  or  something.  maybe  one  of  the  jobless—  i  mean,  socialites  would  do."  it  was  pretty  much  the  same  thing,  but  taesung  was  meant  to  be  a  nice  guy.  the  kind  of  person  who  saved  shit  talk  for  an  exclusive  few,  like  sophia.  insults  sounded  hotter  coming  out  of  her  mouth  anyway.  though  as  nice  as  he  was,  he  wasn't  opposed  to  acting  out,  often  too  reckless  in  the  face  of  boredom.  if  anything,  causing  a  scene  along  with  sophia  would  be  doing  the  producers  a  favor,  like  a  form  of  charity.  see  what  good  people  they  were?  "i  don't  mind,  it's  more  fun  this  way.  besides,  i  think  i  lost  my  phone  somewhere  around  here.  just  hope  my  nudes  don't  get  leaked."

"no super sweet girl around here, but sexy and blonde? your dream just came true." there's not many people who would call sophia super sweet, which is fine with her. it's her own doing, because she didn't trust enough people to let them in. she wouldn't admit it openly, but taesung is one of the few people who sees that side to her. "i have other ways to energize you. much more effective, too," she muses, a smile playing on her lips. "tell me about it. you should go and punch a random guy for fun. i can make a scene and give you a reason if you need one. that'd be sexy to watch. can you hold your own?" she teases. he bets he would look hot with a black eye. she sits next to him, and moves her fingers in his hair. "have you been here alone this entire time? you should've texted."

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he's  quick  to  fall  back  onto  childish  antics,  the  annoyance  an  unfamiliar  feeling  that  pokes  at  him  incessantly,  somehow  saved  only  for  when  he's  in  the  presence  of  the  brunette.  taesung  isn't  amused  by  her  denial,  shooting  her  a  feigned  look  of  pity.  "don't  be  embarrassed,  you  wouldn't  be  the  first."  his  words  are  full  of  ego,  unbearably  so  as  he  flashes  his  teeth  for  a  toothy  grin.  "sounds  like  it  happens  a  lot.  not  really  interested,  but  that's  cute."  he  ignores  the  obvious  that  had  started  the  grievances  they  had  against  each  other  in  the  first  place.  how  the  very  obvious  had  once  been  blatantly  opposite.  "of  course,  i'm  always  right,"  he  mumbles  under  his  breath,  just  before  sensing  his  eyes  roll  into  the  back  of  his  skull.  "sure,  your  perfect  little  image  and  all.  i  won't  ask  if  it  gets  boring,  i  already  know  the  answer.  it  can  be  our  little  secret  that  you  just  can't  stop  thinking  about  me."

elena  narrowed  her  eyes,  barely  masking  her  irritation  as  she  folded  her  arms  and  shot  him  a  mocking  smile.  it  figured  that  even  at  the  crack  of  dawn,  with  half  the  world  still  asleep,  taesung  would  somehow  find  a  way  to  ruin  her  morning.  intense  gaze  and  all.  "obsessed  with  you?"  she  scoffed,  letting  out  a  dry,  humorless  laugh  as  she  shook  her  head.  "please,  don’t  flatter  yourself,  if  i’m  thinking  about  you,  it’s  probably  just  to  remind  myself  how  much  better  my  life  would  be  if  you  weren’t  constantly …  around."  she  paused,  tilting  her  head  as  if  pondering  something.  "but  you  know,  you’re  right,  i  shouldn't  publicize  it,"  she  continued,  feigning  a  thoughtful  tone.  "wouldn’t  want  people  thinking  i  care  enough  to  follow  through."

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"is  that  my  savior  making  an  entrance?"  taesung  grins,  playfulness  hinting  at  his  features  as  he  turns  to  savannah.  "i'm  going  for  a  new  thing.  brooding,  mysterious.  think  i'm  pulling  it  off?"  really,  he'd  only  come  alone  because  it  was  easier  to  take  someone  home  that  way,  and  he'd  already  chugged  his  first  drink  which  currently  had  him  empty-handed.  "as  long  as  you  don't  ask  me  to  do  the  two-step,  another  drink  and  i'm  all  yours."

LOCATION:  vortex.

OPEN STARTER :   capping  at  five.

“ now  don't  tell  me  you're  sittin'  here  all  alone, ”   the  brunette  remarks,  slipping  into  the  open  seat  beside  them  with  a  grin  highlighting  her  features.   “ you  better  have  a  good  excuse  for  bein'  here  without  a  glass  in  sight.  what  kind  of  bribin'  do  i  gotta  do  to  get  you  on  the  dance  floor? ”

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his  brows  scrunch  together  at  the  feeling  of  the  cool  can  against  his  forehead,  eyes  peeking  open  before  rolling  his  eyes  at  annabelle's  words.  taesung  sets  his  glasses  on  the  table  in  place  of  the  can,  letting  a  content  sigh  escape  his  lips  with  the  sound  of  it  cracking  open.  "it's  sugary  battery  acid,  thank  you  very  much.  besides,  it's  like  the  same  thing  as  drinking  an  iced  coffee,"  he  counters  half-heartedly  with  a  shrug,  not  very  eager  to  defend  his  poor  caffeine  habits.

"don't  sit  on  the  edge,"  he  mumbles,  prompting  him  to  sit  up  vertically  instead  of  occupying  the  entire  couch.  a  gentleman  wasn't  normally  something  he'd  be  described  as,  but  she  was  a  bit  too  close  to  him  to  be  treated  with  callousness.  he  grins  at  the  mention  of  her  mom,  taking  a  sip  of  his  drink.  "that's  sweet,  you  can  tell  her  i'm  doing  terrible.  her  daughter  isn't  giving  me  enough  of  her  time  these  days,"  he  jokes,  shooting  her  a  glance  before  letting  out  a  chuckle  at  her  own  teasing.  "no,  but  if  you  have  to,  you  might  as  well  lie  and  say  it's  your  couch  i'm  surfing.  that  way  we  can  save  her  heart."

she’s already got the can of liquid energy in hand as she approaches. lips quirk into an amused smile as she presses the cold metal to his unguarded forehead rather than the table beside him. “never understood how you could drink battery acid.” annabelle chided, fingers tapping on the side of the can before she plopped it onto the table beside his already existing drink.

taking a few steps down the length of the couch she peers down at his lazily sprawled figure before stubbornly plopping herself onto what little space was left on the plush furnature with a relaxed sigh. "my mom called earlier, wanted to know how her favorite park was doing." she paused for a moment, a glance thrown in his direction with a teasing smile. "should i tell her you've become an upper class couch surfer? it'd break her heart."

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quiet  nights  had  never  been  too  common  for  taesung,  for  once  opting  to  not  go  out  only  to  realize  boredom  would  make  him  tired  too  soon.  sophia's  voice  is  entirely  too  recognizable,  prompting  a  lazy smirk  to  form  on  his  face  at  her  words.  "yeah.  poor  me.  if  only  there  was  a  really  sexy,  super  sweet  blonde  around  here  to  help  me  feel  better."  taesung  lets  out  an  overly-dramatic  sigh,  glancing  around  the  room  before  throwing  the  shades  to  the  side  setting  his  eyes  on  sophia  with  a  grin.  "don't  you  want  me  to  be  energized?"  innocent  question,  of  course.  "guess  i'm  just  bored  of  all  this  free  time.  i  thought  the  show  would  help,  but  i  haven't  seen  any  girl  fights  yet."  he  didn't  buy  into  the  whole  non-scripted  thing  the  show  was  going  for,  because  nobody  would  want  to  watch  boring,  rich  people.  "what  do  you  mean?  the  best  seat  is  right  here,"  he  says  with  a  lazy  smirk,  gesturing  to  his  lap  before  sitting  up  anyway.

it's late by the time sophia gets back home after having a girl's night at one of her friends' place, stopping by the lounge for a quick drink because she's not yet ready to go back to her penthouse. it may be after midnight, but the night's still young for her. she spots taesung from afar, laughing to herself at the sight of him, though she is happy to see him here. she doesn't mind the company, and he's always good company. "that's a sad sight," she teases when she walks over to him. "ew, i'm not getting you a red bull. you should be getting me a drink." she looks around the empty lounge before her eyes are back on taesung. "are you, like, going through it or something? sit up, make some room for me."

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sure,  maybe  he  did  give  her  backside  a  little  glance  just  before  she  turned  around,  but  he's  just  a  guy,  really.  in  fact,  taesung  is  already  preferring  when  she  was  turned  around  and  not  shooting  him  some  patronizing  look.  "what?  wish  i  would've  said  downward  dog  instead?'  he  smirks  annoyingly,  the  corners  of  his  mouth  tight  and  forced  upright.  "oh,  nice  burn."  the  sarcasm  rolls  off  of  his  tongue  in  the  same  instance  as  his  eyes  roll,  effectively  annoyed  that  not  only  was  elena  hogging  precious  gym  time  when  everyone  knew  you  could  do  yoga  anywhere,  but  now  she's  being  rude  about  it.  "how  tacky.  it's  flattering  to  know  you're  still  obsessed  with  me.  but  if  you  decide  to  own  a  gym  some  day,  i  probably  wouldn't  publicize  that  for  everyone  to  know about."

elena’s  lips  twisted  into  a  mocking  smile,  her  eyes  narrowing  as  she  shifted  out  of  her  pose,  just  enough  to  give  him  a  once  over.  "warrior  pose?  really?"  she  scoffed  under  her  breath,  trying  her  best  to  ignore  the  irritation  bubbling  in  her  stomach.  the  morning  was  supposed  to  be  hers,  a  chance  to  center  herself  before  another  day  in  front  of  the  cameras,  and  somehow,  the  universe  saw  fit  to  let  him  disrupt  it,  like  always.  "you’re  lucky  i  don’t  own  this  gym,"  she  added,  rolling  her  eyes.  "because  if  i  did,  you’d  be  the  last  person  allowed  in.”  she  signed  with  a  huff,  crossing  her  arms  over  her  chest,  “in  fact  there  would  be  a  bright  neon  sign  on  the  door  that  said,  no  taesung.”

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his  phone  (  tucked  underneath  one  of  the  cushions,  happily  on  do  not  disturb  ),  is  rendered  useless,  though  it's  not  as  if  he's  hiding  away.  in  plain  sight  to  see,  glaringly  obvious  enough  for  anyone  to  spot  as  they  made  their  way  into  the  sizeable  area.  he's  a  loud  person,  both  in  volume  and  presence.  though  considering  the  numerous  faint  conversations  happening,  it's  safe  to  say  he  was  a  deep  sleeper  too.

maybe  if  it  hadn't  been  deemed  as  beneath  his  family's  name,  his  mother  rolling  her  eyes  at  his  whimsical  ideas  of  being  a  hollywood  star,  taesung  would  have  fit  the  bill  of  a  child  actor  gone  off  the  rails.  he  certainly  looked  the  part  right  now,  disheveled  clothing  and  drinks  at  his  side  all  while  having  a  camera-ready  face.  even  half-awake  and  eyes  shut  as  if  he's  ready  for  a  round  two,  the  voice  next  to  him  is  unmistakable,  protests made in jest  causing him  to shake  his  head.

"what  are  you  doing  up?  and  where  were  you  two  hours  ago  when  i  was  taking  shots?"  his  tone  is  only  teasingly  accusatory,  opening  his  eyes  behind  the  shades  sitting  somewhat  upright  for  the  sake  of  serra.  taesung  lifts  the  sunglasses  up,  sweeping  away  the  hair  that  had  been  settled  nicely  against  his  forehead  before  squinting  slightly  at  the  unwelcoming  brightness,  an  unhappy  reaction  saved  by  the  red  bull  now  sitting  beside  his  forgotten  drink.  maybe  if  it  hadn't  been  for  a  pick-me-up,  he  would  have  used  some  old  key  to  skewer  a  hole  into  the  side.  instead,  he  opts  to  chug  a  good  half  of  the  bottle,  sighing  in  relief  and  sitting  up  properly.  "you're  too  good  to  me.  i  should  tell  you  that  more  often."

she’s already called him five times (and texted far more than that), but with no answer, serra finally resorts to checking her find my friends app. apparently, taesung's been settled on the eighth floor the entire time.

once she enters the lounge, her pace slows. all sense of urgency melts into an amused smile when she spots taesung in the far corner, sprawled out on the couch, sunglasses and all. knowing him probably a little too well, she floats over to the bar to order a red bull for him and a cabernet sauvignon for herself before making her way over.

with a soft, melodic laugh, she nudges his legs aside, making just enough room to squeeze herself beside him. "five more minutes? but, tae, i'm here now." serra playfully protests, settling comfortably, as if the cramped space was intentional. taking a sip of her wine, she places the red bull down on the table in front of him, her gaze warm and her smile almost proud. "your wish is my command."

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—  task  01.  moodboard.

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open  to:  anyone  ! location:  resident's  lounge,  past  midnight

sunglasses  are  perched  atop  taesung's  nose  as  he's  unknowingly  made  a  home  on  one  of  the  lounge's  couches.  they  were  too  comfortable,  not  like  the  typical  overly-priced  seating  areas  made  purely  for  aesthetics.  it's  dark  enough  for  him  to  know  it  isn't  morning,  so  he's  sure  he  hasn't  slept  through  the  night  despite  his  drink  on  the  table  beside  him  being  watered  down.  the  sound  of  shuffling  feet  and  quiet  conversation  among  the  room  is  enough  to  make  him  return  to  his  previous  posture,  sprawled  out  with  a  leg  hanging  off  the  cushion  rather  than  getting  up  and  seeking  out  his  own  bed  to  take  a  nap  on.  by  the  looks  of  it,  the  night  was  still  young  anyway.  taesung  can  hear  someone  approaching,  eyes  remaining  shut  and  hidden  behind  dark  shades.  "five  more  minutes,  thanks,"  he  says,  voice  still  raspy  from  his  apparent  power  nap.  "oh  shit,  wait.  could  you  get  me  a  red  bull?  think  i  need  to  shotgun  one."

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taesung was  technically  on  a  break,  instructions  from  his  team  of  trainers  to  take  a  well-deserved  rest  after  another  successful  olympic  run  just  a  few  months  prior.  but  he  enjoyed  working  out,  or  staying  in  shape,  at  the  very  least.  the  camera's  were  admittedly  making  it  harder  to  sleep  than  expected,  opting  to  get  out  of  bed  early  and head to the gym instead  of  having  his  normal  morning  activities  aired out for  the  public  to  see  so  early.  he  doesn't  anticipate  seeing  anyone,  though  if  it  had  been  anyone  but  elena  and  the  irritating  look  on  her  face,  he  probably  wouldn't  have  minded  company.  instead.  he  lets  out  something  between  a  laugh  and  a  scoff,  annoyance  seeping  through  his  normal  lax  attitude.  "i  didn't  know  you  owned  the  gym  now."  he  responds  dryly,  full  of  sarcasm,  before  rolling  his  eyes  at  the  following  words  from  her.  "please,  nobody  is  waking  up  at  the  ass crack  of  dawn  to  watch  you  do  warrior  poses."

who  : elena  +  anyone.  where  : fifth  floor  gym status  : 0/4  [  open  ]

elena  moved  through  her  morning  yoga  routine,  savoring  the  rare  stillness  of  the  early  hours  around  the  avalon.  she’d  come  here  to  be  alone,  to  quiet  her  thoughts  after  another  sleepless  night.  but,  that  only  lasted  so  long  before,  she  caught  a  faint  movement  out  of  the  corner  of  her  eye.  without  breaking  her  pose,  she  let  out  a  slow,  annoyed  sigh,  "can  i  help  you?"  she  questioned,  her  tone  as  flat  as  her  facial  expression.  "or  is  creeping  around  in  the  early  hours  just  …  your  thing?"

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"oh  come  on,  nobody  even  checks  up  here."  the  temperature  of  new  york  could  hardly  warrant  a  late  night  swim  outdoors,  gusts  of  air  heard  beyond  the  doors  that  led  to  the  rooftop  pool.  it  hadn't  been  his  first  oncoming  winter  at  avalon,  an  expert  at  getting  past  the  locked  doors  before  the  cold  became  too  much  to  bear.  the  anticipation  of  cool  water  didn't  bother  him  too  much,  though  admitting  defeat  and  recusing  himself  to  an  indoor  pool  certainly  would.  taesung  shoots  mook  a  grin,  shrugging  his  shoulders  that  housed  a  spare  towel.  "they  still  clean  it,  you  know?  can't  risk  having  a  dirty  pool  caught  in  satellite  view.  haven't  seen  any  cameras  here  though,  what  a  shame,"  he  drawls  out,  sarcasm  laced  between  the  end  of  his  words.

location: anywhere inside avalon

"i really don't think you should be doing that."

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it  was  fortunate  that  taesung  didn't  think  he  had  any  bad  angles,  especially  when  he  was  positive  he'd  spotted  some  kind  of  flashing  red  light  in  the  men's  bathroom  an  hour  ago.  the  producers  couldn't  seriously  be  thinking  that's  where  they'd  get  the  good  footage  from.  if  anything,  he  was  a  gentleman.  he'd  take  it  to  the  ladies  room,  keep  it  real  classy.  his  eyes  dart  in  the  direction  he  points  in,  staring  dead  center  at  the  shot.  but,  just  for  good  measure,  he  shoots  a  wink  at  the  camera  followed  by  a  kiss.  "my  deepest  secret?"  he  sighs,  deep  in  thought  like  loren's  apparently  was  enough  for  him  to  bare  his  soul.  instead  he  grins,  hand  set  on  the  taller's  shoulder  and  an  playful expression  painted  on  his  features.  "i  want  you  real  bad.  quick,  let's  have  a  secret  rendezvous  before  the  producers  can  use  it  for  views." 

location: front entrace of avalon

"oh look! there's another one!" he stares right into the lens of a camera, despite having been warned not to. "apparently they can't use the scenes if we look at them. quick, tell me your deepest darkest secret."

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[  jung jaehyun,  cis man,  he/him,  muse 03  ] welcome  to  show  name,  PARK TAESUNG  —  or  should  i  say  the  lothario?  …  a  quick  google  search  tells  me  you’re  a  TWENTY-SEVEN  year  old  OLYMPIC SWIMMER & HEIR who’s worth $5.5B.  you've  called  avalon  home  for  FIVE YEARS,  however  something  tells  me  there’s  more  to  you  than  a  flashy  resume  and  penthouse  23B on  your  door  ?  it  seems  you’ve  managed  to  earn  a  reputation  around  the   city   for  being  BOISTEROUS,  yet,  upon  further  investigation  it  seems  you're  also  quite  GREGARIOUS.  but  hey,  thats  the  kind  of  mix  that  keeps  people  guessing.  i'm  sure  as  a  LEO you're  used  to  people  commenting  on  your  DAVID YURMAN CHAIN NECKLACE  /  MOONLIGHT DANCING ON STILL AQUAMARINE, BOYISH GRIN WITH MISCHIEVOUS INTENTIONS, STROBE LIGHTS SCATTERED BY CIGARETTE SMOKE IN A ROWDY CLUB, MESSAGES AND VOICEMAILS FROM BACK HOME LEFT UNREAD.  but  still  we  can't  wait  to  watch  you  flourish  (  or  fail  )  these  next  few  weeks  …

𝘽𝘼𝙎𝙄𝘾𝙎..

full name: park taesung

nicknames: tae.

gender & pronouns: cis man, he/him.

sexuality: bisexual.

age: twenty-seven.

date of birth: july 29th, 1997.

place of birth: seoul, south korea.

zodiac sign: leo.

residence: manhattan, new york.

occupation: olympic swimmer & youngest heir to samsung group.

languages spoken: english, korean, japanese, mandarin.

𝘼𝙋𝙋𝙀𝘼𝙍𝘼𝙉𝘾𝙀..

faceclaim: jung jaehyun.

height: 6'0"

build: lean & athletic.

hair: dark brown.

tattoos: none.

piercings: three in each ear.

distinguishing features: dimples on both cheeks.

style: casual, comfortable clothes often paired with luxury watches, necklaces, rings, or bracelets to accent.

𝑷𝑬𝑹𝑺𝑶𝑵𝑨𝑳𝑰𝑻𝒀..

(+) charismatic, friendly, flirtatious, fun-natured, dedicated, adaptable, spontaneous, affectionate, independent.

(-) frivolous, scatterbrained, stubborn, impulsive, loud-mouthed, spoiled, addictive, irresponsible, self-indulgent.

mbti: isfp- the adventurer.

moral alignment: chaotic neutral.

habits: cracking his knuckles, running a hand through his hair, laughing at inappropriate times.

𝘼𝘽𝙊𝙐𝙏..

a mistake child is what taesung is coined as from the moment of his birth, an accident between a failing marriage that not even a endearing child could fix. his two siblings are almost 20 years older than him, growing to see his sister as more of a mother than a sibling, and his brother as a stranger who hadn't acknowledged his presence. one of the largest conglomerates of south korea, the apparent heir to the fortune of samsung is left between the two eldest children, taesung never in the running to begin with, at least for the coveted chairman position. his lack of effort in studies and focus were enough to solidify that he was the child that would inevitably be left with sizable shares and identity as a board member, but nothing more.

more athletically inclined than academically, taesung is thrown into sports and activities from the time he's young. while apt in multiple skills like music and team sports, it's clear that he's a naturally gifted swimmer, the sole focus of his childhood meant to hone in on the talent that would make him of value. taesung is happy with it, little interest in business and finding himself at peace in the water. he'd move to the states before becoming a teenager, attending private school and receiving training from the best of the best.

naturally, a career in it was expected, attending his first olympic event in rio of 2016, returning home with more than a few gold medals and a reputation as a talented athlete. he acclimated well into the bit of notoriety gained, partially known for who his family was and partially for his successful career. while he is strict with himself when it comes to training and working towards the next four years, he's more than often caught in the tabloids with other celebrities at parties and events, building a reputation for being somewhat of a player.

though he isn't against relationships, taesung doesn't entertain them often, usually blaming his career and busy schedule, but mostly because he finds himself getting bored quickly, wanting something new and exciting all too quickly. he enjoys having fun when he isn't focused on training, spending his generously sized trust fund on partying and material belongings. though he's lived all over the country, he now resides in new york, finding the city to be more to his liking and somewhat reminiscent of his hometown. he's agreed to be apart of this reality show mainly because with the olympics only recently having finished, he's on a break until he resumes training.

𝙃𝙀𝘼𝘿𝘾𝘼𝙉𝙊𝙉𝙎 ..

his alma mater is columbia university, graduating with honors and a degree in business. taesung isn't entirely clueless when it comes to school, but it's well known that his parents made a few sizable donations that helped him graduate.

uses an iphone to spite his family. though they publicly celebrate his career, he's still considered the black sheep of the family and both of his siblings feel he isn't entitled to any of the family wealth.

has definitely used swimming as a date idea multiple times, because why not make himself look good?

grew up with a golden spoon in his mouth and was never told no, so he's incredibly out of touch when it comes to both reality and money.

isn't a confrontational person and tends to ghost people, especially if he's romantically involved with them. he doesn't mean to lead anyone on, but there are a few too many people who have good reason to believe that he did.

typically doesn't bring up his family or business if he doesn't have to. while people in higher up circles would know how much he's worth and that he's an heir, taesung doesn't readily talk about it to everyone he meets.

has twelve gold medals that he displays in the office of his apartment. there's a few silvers and bronzes, as well medals from world championships, but he only cares to show off the best of them all.

is a proud uncle that's unironically not very much older than his nieces and nephews. a few of them likely live in new york as well, and he thinks of himself closer to them than his actual siblings.

has frequently received noise complaints for numerous reasons, but usually throws any formal notices in the trash before he has a chance to read why.

𝘾𝙊𝙉𝙉𝙀𝘾𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉𝙎 ..

tba!