ㅤㅤㅤNEWERATONI ° 2000 / hugs my mickey mouse son and kisses his cheek :')
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✘ antonio HOSEOK kwon
SYPNOSIS
a small boy peers into the room filled with lies and deceit, eyes wide and teary. his mother lay at the bottom of the stairwell, dress torn. father sits at the kitchen table, bottle of hard whiskey in hand. he holds a heavy weight on his shoulders, ignoring the judging looks the old ladies from the neighbor give him as he walks by."."he hears someone say, and he blinks back the tears. he doesn't like it when they talk about his mother but that's what she is. a dirty filthy whom he can't blame. it's his fault, a mistake that binded her and his father together. he's pushed around, left eye swollen and bruised, another fist connects with his cheek and he's out like a light. she's gone, left him alone to fend for himself, he wakes up one night with a cry, sobs raking his body, sweat rolling down his forehead. he's silent, eyes darting around the empty room as if someone were watching him. sliding down the wall, he let's out a loud sob, face turning as red as his busted lip and he's praying to god that someone will hear him. but they never do.
MIDNIGHT
hoseok bites back a yawn as he exits his apartment building, hand reaching up to rub at tired eyes. it's almost midnight, what in the world would he be doing out at this time? his objective is to stock up on snacks and energy drinks, knowing fully well he'll need them to be able to continue his college courses online, but why at twelve am? who's even open at twelve am? he shrugs to himself, eyebrows furrowing, thoughts swirling through his mind as he takes brisk steps down the street, hands stuffed in his pocket. he's halfway to the little twenty-four hour corner store when he finds himself in a tight situation. a group of guys, yelling and laughing as if walking sideways was the funniest thing in the world, obviously heavily intoxicated. he breathes through his nose, the group approaching him and he scoffs when he recognizes the person who's been leading them over."tonio~"the pastel rose haired man purrs, giving him a wink."you should come with us! it'll be fun!"the man's bottom lip juts out into a pout, head tilting."i..give me that."antonio snatches the bottle from the man's hands and downs it in one go before pushing past them, waving off the disappointed and annoyed groans from the others. he's got no will to party with oliver and his friends, it was more than clear that they were coming from oliver's apartment and heading to the club. shaking his head, he continues on his way to the corner store, hurriedly picking snack items and a few drinks. ( alchoholic and energy drinks- and hey! there's a couple bottles of soda in the mix. )the man on register eyes him wearily as he walks up to the counter, antonio practically drowning in the mountain of things in his arms."you...you okay there, bud?"the cashier asks with a bit of snark and it takes only one look from toni to silence the little up. it's a ton of stuff, yeah, but he manages to pay for it all and still have a few won to spare.
UNO
the walk back home is tiring, heavy bags being carried by strong arms and he wishes that he would've bought a car when he had the chance because he's more than exhausted and just wants to sleep but no, he's slowing down by the second, head getting fuzzy.".."he pauses and looks through the bags for one of boxes of beer he thought was a good idea to buy just to get smashed out of spite on his newly aqcuired ex whom he loathes ever so. ( not really, he's just ed over by how much he loved her- or, perhaps at least the thought of her. ) once he finds one, he rips the box open and grabs a can, opening it before proceeding to chug half of it with a grunt, glaring at the can after."...you're a mess, kwon hoseok..a complete ing mess.."
tldr ; antonio's once mission to gather 'food for the winter' becomes a pity party on the street when he's suddenly reminded himself of his ex, who broke his heart by dumping him coldly.
DOS
as a child, antonio grew up in a broken home. his mother didn't love his father and his father only cared when it came to banging his mother. antonio wasn't always a problem child but the result of how he was raised was the root of this. his mother often cheated on his father, but he'd only come to find out when he'd witnessed the awful event that lead up to one of the most horrible days in his life. his mother ended the relationship with his father completely after that day and took antonio with her to daegu in south korea where his father was of origin. she raised him until the his first year in highschool, ninth grade. she dropped him just as easily as she'd had him, going off with some man she'd met a year or two back, further proving to him that he was a mistake that she didn't need in her life. from then on, antonio was on his own in daegu, studying as hard as he could while trying to find somewhere to stay and work, avoiding getting beaten by the thugs at his school. it was stressful, only a fifteen year old going on sixteen out on the streets doing what he had to, to survive and go to school. he didn't get pity out of it, in fact his teachers hated him for being such 'trash' as one put it bluntly. it wasn't his fault, but he blamed himself for his life going down hill. he could never bring himself to blame his mother, his father maybe, but it was always him. if he hadn't been born his mother would've been happy and his father wouldn't have been hurting her, right? if he hadn't been born he wouldn't be going through this and maybe the world would've been a better place. countless times the boy had to push these thoughts back, tears in his eyes as he faught his way through highschool, knuckles bleeding and skin bruised.
TRES
when he was out of highschool he took a year break, having enough money to move to 'new-seoul' and settle in a two room apartment and quit his job to begin working at some cafe just a ways down as a barista and the occasional register duty. once his year was up he took to online college classes, majoring in music and minoring in buisness.
CUATRO
. antonio is red hot, fiery and dangerous but he's also cool blue, quiet and cold. he's the crimson drops dripping onto white marble floor and the feeling of exhaustion seeping into your mind. he's the depression the nips at your heels, the sudden burst of confidence that soon gets downplayed when the realize how insecure you are. he's the pent up frustation and the bubbling anger, the hard past but the ugly truth. he's a pint of sadness and a pound of guilt. he's black hair and big ears, pretty doe eyes and deep set dimples, plump lips that are almost always busted and a nose that's slightly crooked, a small healing cut covering the bridge of it. fingers nails coated scarlet, hands curled into fists but the only one who's bruised is him.
// he's a fighter, someone who wanted to give up more than he could count but continued, even when it got tougher and tougher and he was lost. past his cold exterior and angry glare he's a complete puppy and you're lucky as hell if you get to see that. likes to fight hella, but also just wants to cry by himself while he bleeds out of his nose. //  |
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