" have a good day " : 정시현
HAVE A GOOD DAY × JUNG SIHYUN
"bleed for better reasons"
birthNAME : JUNG SIHYUN (정시현)
NICKNAMEs :
NICKNAMEs :
shaggy - known for his tendency to suddenly show up with a unruly mop planted on his head over a period of pure laziness, haera took the liberty of teasing him for it, more out of disgust than amusement to be honest because the sight of it just kills her. when he actually does end up cutting the locks off, her satisfaction is shortlived before it starts growing just as fast and just as long as before. it's an endless cycle that haera just learned to deal with.
dj ssin - the alias nickname he goes by on the job as a nightclub dj. derived from the first syllable of his name along with the direct translation to 'god', people liken his skills to the ultimate spritual experience. in the backdrop of hongdae hotspots amid the haze of body heat.
dj ssin - the alias nickname he goes by on the job as a nightclub dj. derived from the first syllable of his name along with the direct translation to 'god', people liken his skills to the ultimate spritual experience. in the backdrop of hongdae hotspots amid the haze of body heat.
GENDER : male
AGE : 24 years old
ethnicity : korean
OCCUPATION : university student, fine arts major
part-time dj at hongdae hot spot
FACE CLAIMS :
kim jooyoung, solo artist
shin hoseok, monsta x
shin hoseok, monsta x
Appearance : faces like sihyun's may fall under the category of ordinary but a closer look is what really leaves a lasting impression. in between the dips and shadows of one's visage, an aura emits labeling the individual under certain characteristics and it just so happens that sihyun's reveals one of malice and spite. it may be the harsh lines in between his bold eyebrows or his snakelike eyes void of any depth but it's enough to write him off negatively. rather than the normal grin, instead his lips curl up in a venemous smirk as his tongue rolls over rough sentences at a husky, relaxed tenor.
he stands tall and sturdy, not exactly broad and ripped, but lean muscle falls in the right places despite the hints of awkward lankiness in his limbs. he posseses a tidy canvas, a little stubble every now and then, but for the most part clear and pale contrasting heavily from the unruly locks of ink black on his head. he has a single piercing in his left ear, a small silver hoop or a stud usually in place, along with a small tattoo of a dragon right on his back.
#ootd : sihyun likes to resort to simplicity when it comes to outfit choices on a day to day basis. there is never any need to dress up or down due to the many transition pieces seen in his wardrobe. jeans (black or blue denim, distressed or plain), a graphic tee, a jacket of choice depending on the weather, and tattered sneakers will be his default convenient for both school and his workplace. on this particular day, he sports the same look but for some reason his white tee is splashed with an ugly pool of green dye. he supposes he shouldn't ever do laundry but that's what the little sis is for. where was she anyway, he mutters as he throws on a maroon colored jacket (aka his only item of color) to cover it up. there is no need for him to change until he finally gets home to only slip out of his jacket and jeans, falling asleep in his boxer shorts and whatever tee he had on for the day.
measurements : 182cm, 65kg
today is tomorrow.
PLOTLINE : the family member
PERSONA : the free spirit
"being afraid to actually live because of the fear of being unhappy
was greater than the desire to actually try to be happy"
PERSONALITY TRAITS :
PERSONA : the free spirit
"being afraid to actually live because of the fear of being unhappy
was greater than the desire to actually try to be happy"
PERSONALITY TRAITS :
positive mischevious, placid, ambitious, trustworthy
candid*, irritable, distracted, unpredictable negative
BACKstory : warning - character death!
one cold winter's night, a small family huddled around a little bundle of joy, soon to be named jung sihyun, against the backdrop of dim lights and the beat of holiday spirit. he was the center of their attention even when times were most difficult. darkness knocked on the child's door early, grabbing hold by his foot and knocking down his protective walls. the memories of his past remain a blur but what he does remember is a murky whirl of heavy smoke, muffled coughing, and the blinding flash of chrysanthemums. there is much a ten year old boy can be exposed to but the worst of them all is the ghostly trace of a loved one. with his beloved mother gone, it was impossible to see the world as he had before. his brain ebbed and flowed, unstable but onward and the days passed under a relentless screen of dull oppression. he sat where they usually sat, ears perking up at the soft rustle of a familiar voice only it's not his mother but his father staring at him with the same sunken eyes. they paused in place, basking in the silence and knowing what exactly each other was thinking. dreading the deep gloom that would fall, the sharp pangs of nausea, rolling around in cold sweat, staring up at the ceiling; no words were needed for they both understood. despite it all, they moved forward.
"i ran while looking forward without
any chance to look around me"
without a prospect in sight, day after day ended in tedious routine but sihyun held on. he wanted to hold on, he decided. he wanted to hold on, he thought as he stared up at his mother's unfinished paintings, dried up paint, and stacks of canvases scattered across the room, just as if she never left. he remembers the little bits of advices, the clipped pieces of art theory, the hushed words of encouragement. his body surges with hope so he picks up the paintbrush and creates. it came natural to him, arranging the right colors and with precision but with just enough effortlessness. he had a true talent, the teachers would tell him, and he glowed with pride. so he kept going with new subjects of inspiration every day. he was fascinated as these images morphed into each other and assumed abstract shapes across a board of canvas and only then did his hectic mind finally show some pity and only then did dreamless sleep arrive. creating art had met a need, it was an escape from the regulated monotony in his life, from the shadows that haunted him. but while he managed to pull himself out with his own strength, it seemed that his father was slipping further away.
"because sometimes when things get tough
denial is all we have"
his father especially disapproved of him taking up art calling it unpractical and unsuitable but sihyun knew that it was something else, perhaps it was an ugly reminder or a neverending nightmare. the two found their own ways to cope but their relationship turned for the worst as a consequence and neither of them were willing to give in. then one day, he's hit with big news in the form of bright, doe-like eyes, soft baby fat, and a hesistant smile that painted the perfect picture even in the eyes of twelve year old sihyun. she looked so pure, so fragile, but he could only stand the sight for so long. she was family now, his father said to him that night. sihyun decided not to smile nor give her a proper greeting, bitterly noticing the uncharacteristic warmth in his father's voice and the broad smile when he spoke to the girl and her mother. he couldn't help but think of himself as a mismatched puzzle piece, jagged and deformed in the family portrait. a burning flash of hatred toward the girl remained for the longest time until is haera who approaches him first pulling him into her embrace. sihyun came to realize that his resentment derived from no one but his father and in the spur of the moment started to project that anger onto everything else around him.
"everyone around me said, don't go overboard
you'll destroy your home"
bonding had not come quite so easily considering their completely opposite personalities. there were many things they failed and refused to understand about one another but despite the differences, they managed to get along...somewHAT. since becoming family, no one could testify postively for sihyun's role as an older brother for he made efforts but his natural philosophy of 'tough love' was quite apparent in their relationship. he has to admit he's never given her even half of the effort she's given him. he supposes he could treat her better but withdraws from the idea since his father gives her all the attention in the world anyway. therefore, he constantly finds himself in burning confliction regarding his affections for her and has yet to realize that, despite his hostility towards her, she remains the most supportive person in his life. of course, there's no way he'd ever directly admit it so for now, he indulges in her cozy apartment hogging the food and ordering her around.
CURRENT EVENTS :
sihyun is currently at the near end of his college life after four years in the fine arts department. he has only a small number of credits and requirements to fill up and large scale projects to complete before he finally graduates. previously, he was barely making it living in an grundgy, old apartment shared with hormone-crazy roommates with neighbors pounding at their door and a rapidly shrinking food supply. he was lucky enough to find out haera had an empty room and raided it before she even approved. it was practically heaven from then out. he could marry his bed, eat properly, and lock himself up in his room for hours and there was nothing haera could do about it. when he's not holed up in his room, the weekends rolled at full speed as he bustles through his dj-ing job in the heart of hongdae nightlife.
one cold winter's night, a small family huddled around a little bundle of joy, soon to be named jung sihyun, against the backdrop of dim lights and the beat of holiday spirit. he was the center of their attention even when times were most difficult. darkness knocked on the child's door early, grabbing hold by his foot and knocking down his protective walls. the memories of his past remain a blur but what he does remember is a murky whirl of heavy smoke, muffled coughing, and the blinding flash of chrysanthemums. there is much a ten year old boy can be exposed to but the worst of them all is the ghostly trace of a loved one. with his beloved mother gone, it was impossible to see the world as he had before. his brain ebbed and flowed, unstable but onward and the days passed under a relentless screen of dull oppression. he sat where they usually sat, ears perking up at the soft rustle of a familiar voice only it's not his mother but his father staring at him with the same sunken eyes. they paused in place, basking in the silence and knowing what exactly each other was thinking. dreading the deep gloom that would fall, the sharp pangs of nausea, rolling around in cold sweat, staring up at the ceiling; no words were needed for they both understood. despite it all, they moved forward.
"i ran while looking forward without
any chance to look around me"
without a prospect in sight, day after day ended in tedious routine but sihyun held on. he wanted to hold on, he decided. he wanted to hold on, he thought as he stared up at his mother's unfinished paintings, dried up paint, and stacks of canvases scattered across the room, just as if she never left. he remembers the little bits of advices, the clipped pieces of art theory, the hushed words of encouragement. his body surges with hope so he picks up the paintbrush and creates. it came natural to him, arranging the right colors and with precision but with just enough effortlessness. he had a true talent, the teachers would tell him, and he glowed with pride. so he kept going with new subjects of inspiration every day. he was fascinated as these images morphed into each other and assumed abstract shapes across a board of canvas and only then did his hectic mind finally show some pity and only then did dreamless sleep arrive. creating art had met a need, it was an escape from the regulated monotony in his life, from the shadows that haunted him. but while he managed to pull himself out with his own strength, it seemed that his father was slipping further away.
"because sometimes when things get tough
denial is all we have"
his father especially disapproved of him taking up art calling it unpractical and unsuitable but sihyun knew that it was something else, perhaps it was an ugly reminder or a neverending nightmare. the two found their own ways to cope but their relationship turned for the worst as a consequence and neither of them were willing to give in. then one day, he's hit with big news in the form of bright, doe-like eyes, soft baby fat, and a hesistant smile that painted the perfect picture even in the eyes of twelve year old sihyun. she looked so pure, so fragile, but he could only stand the sight for so long. she was family now, his father said to him that night. sihyun decided not to smile nor give her a proper greeting, bitterly noticing the uncharacteristic warmth in his father's voice and the broad smile when he spoke to the girl and her mother. he couldn't help but think of himself as a mismatched puzzle piece, jagged and deformed in the family portrait. a burning flash of hatred toward the girl remained for the longest time until is haera who approaches him first pulling him into her embrace. sihyun came to realize that his resentment derived from no one but his father and in the spur of the moment started to project that anger onto everything else around him.
"everyone around me said, don't go overboard
you'll destroy your home"
bonding had not come quite so easily considering their completely opposite personalities. there were many things they failed and refused to understand about one another but despite the differences, they managed to get along...somewHAT. since becoming family, no one could testify postively for sihyun's role as an older brother for he made efforts but his natural philosophy of 'tough love' was quite apparent in their relationship. he has to admit he's never given her even half of the effort she's given him. he supposes he could treat her better but withdraws from the idea since his father gives her all the attention in the world anyway. therefore, he constantly finds himself in burning confliction regarding his affections for her and has yet to realize that, despite his hostility towards her, she remains the most supportive person in his life. of course, there's no way he'd ever directly admit it so for now, he indulges in her cozy apartment hogging the food and ordering her around.
CURRENT EVENTS :
sihyun is currently at the near end of his college life after four years in the fine arts department. he has only a small number of credits and requirements to fill up and large scale projects to complete before he finally graduates. previously, he was barely making it living in an grundgy, old apartment shared with hormone-crazy roommates with neighbors pounding at their door and a rapidly shrinking food supply. he was lucky enough to find out haera had an empty room and raided it before she even approved. it was practically heaven from then out. he could marry his bed, eat properly, and lock himself up in his room for hours and there was nothing haera could do about it. when he's not holed up in his room, the weekends rolled at full speed as he bustles through his dj-ing job in the heart of hongdae nightlife.
in the future :
sihyun sometimes wishes for not just one but multiple lives hoping to reborn again and again to achieve all sorts of things. he supposes he could strive for it all in his current life but his heart leans toward a settled life as a freelance artist. aware that his options aren't exactly stable, he is confident that his art will capture attention and launch him straight into stardom. it may be a pipe dream but he is perfectly content with his passion, if only more people understood that. after all, happiness is best when shared with others no matter how distant you place yourself from them. and even for sihyun who seems to live solely for himself, he secretly yearns for the approval of others especially his father. he doesn't know if they will ever find closure but sihyun supposes the time will come. he holds on to tomorrow to witness the endless possibilities.
TRIVIA : more tba!
a cup of coffee : he honestly hates coffee but forces himself to drink it because it's super strong and does the job of keeping his eyes open and his energy on a roll. but the twist is that he'll only drink haera's coffee. she makes the best damn coffee ever and he's never bought coffee outside since, unless something comes up and she's not around which he isn't betting on happening ever. she never forgets to make coffee. plus, he's tried making it before and it was so far off from the original taste.
memory skills : he has horrible memory, both short-term and long-term, it depends. he tends to blank out on the littlest things and it hasn't been just once or twice throughout the day that he had to call haera to remind him. his short attention span probably contributes much to it, quite selective on what he chooses to concentrate on as he loses interest quickly.
social circles : for a wild, hot-blooded college guy, his lack of a social circle comes off as quite a big surprise. when he spends so much time out in the city, you'd think he'd have a crazy amount of friends but he is one to prefer himself alone in a quiet environment more than anything else. not to mention, he finds that his complex personality creates a distance between him and many others, a lot of the times unintentionally.
family issues : similar to friends and peers, he puts himself at a distance whether intentional or not. at times, he follows his priorities and it just so happens that family isn't the first one (he probably isn't needed there anyways). other times, he is in complete focus on his art projects until he loses all consciousness of time and his surroundings. naturally, he cancels out on plans even during the holidays and rarely sees them. it's no wonder why his parents got him to move in with haera, they have to check to see if he was still alive somehow.
the time loop : once sihyun and the others come together, he is immediately met with skepticism that has him taken aback by how very little he knows about haera. it's a wonder, the flush of embarassment following the realization that he is just as clueless as some of them. or at least that's what he picks as he feels their quick glances of astonishment and he knows what they're thinking. he's her brother, how does he not know? he cowers at the point blank judgement on their faces leaving him with nothing but an exasperated, "christ, we're only stepsiblings"
sihyun sometimes wishes for not just one but multiple lives hoping to reborn again and again to achieve all sorts of things. he supposes he could strive for it all in his current life but his heart leans toward a settled life as a freelance artist. aware that his options aren't exactly stable, he is confident that his art will capture attention and launch him straight into stardom. it may be a pipe dream but he is perfectly content with his passion, if only more people understood that. after all, happiness is best when shared with others no matter how distant you place yourself from them. and even for sihyun who seems to live solely for himself, he secretly yearns for the approval of others especially his father. he doesn't know if they will ever find closure but sihyun supposes the time will come. he holds on to tomorrow to witness the endless possibilities.
TRIVIA : more tba!
a cup of coffee : he honestly hates coffee but forces himself to drink it because it's super strong and does the job of keeping his eyes open and his energy on a roll. but the twist is that he'll only drink haera's coffee. she makes the best damn coffee ever and he's never bought coffee outside since, unless something comes up and she's not around which he isn't betting on happening ever. she never forgets to make coffee. plus, he's tried making it before and it was so far off from the original taste.
memory skills : he has horrible memory, both short-term and long-term, it depends. he tends to blank out on the littlest things and it hasn't been just once or twice throughout the day that he had to call haera to remind him. his short attention span probably contributes much to it, quite selective on what he chooses to concentrate on as he loses interest quickly.
social circles : for a wild, hot-blooded college guy, his lack of a social circle comes off as quite a big surprise. when he spends so much time out in the city, you'd think he'd have a crazy amount of friends but he is one to prefer himself alone in a quiet environment more than anything else. not to mention, he finds that his complex personality creates a distance between him and many others, a lot of the times unintentionally.
family issues : similar to friends and peers, he puts himself at a distance whether intentional or not. at times, he follows his priorities and it just so happens that family isn't the first one (he probably isn't needed there anyways). other times, he is in complete focus on his art projects until he loses all consciousness of time and his surroundings. naturally, he cancels out on plans even during the holidays and rarely sees them. it's no wonder why his parents got him to move in with haera, they have to check to see if he was still alive somehow.
the time loop : once sihyun and the others come together, he is immediately met with skepticism that has him taken aback by how very little he knows about haera. it's a wonder, the flush of embarassment following the realization that he is just as clueless as some of them. or at least that's what he picks as he feels their quick glances of astonishment and he knows what they're thinking. he's her brother, how does he not know? he cowers at the point blank judgement on their faces leaving him with nothing but an exasperated, "christ, we're only stepsiblings"
tomorrow is yesterday.
MAIN RELATIONSHIPS :
the catalyst : THE TWO NOW PLAY A CIVILIZED GAME OF TRUST AND SIMPLE FAMILIAL DUTY SO it's in sihyun's nature to insert authority over haera being the older but there is something about her that intrigues hiM, THE DRIVING FORCE THAT EVEN ALLOWED FOR HIM TO FINALLY ACCEPT HER. it's hidden between her softspoken words, the twinkle in her eyes, and her unconditionial faith in everything. she exudes a maturity beyond his knowledge and understanding that leaves him speechless just when he think he's won but when he walks away, he only feels heavy. he snaps at her, responds frostILY. HE SHOULD BE PAST THE RESENTMENT HE HAD LOCKED AWAY BUT NO MATTER HOW MUCH ONE GROWS, SOME THINGS JUST NEVER HEAL. it's not her fault. it never was. but overthinking AND MAKING SENSE OF EMOTIONS only confuseS HIM so he decides to not let her know hoping his actions speak louder, hoping she would understand. he tells himself it's not his fault. it's neither of their faults but when he receives a call at an ungodly hour and it isn't haera's voice on the other line, his blood runs cold, guilt punctures his gut, and his head swims with a million delayed apologies that remain stuck in the back of his throat.
the best friend : with just as much disinterest he expresses towards most things, his thoughts of the best friend are quite indifferent. other than the mere association through haera since the two come in a package deal, sihyun finds it comfortable keeping a good distance from her. anyone and anything related to haera is territory not meant for him to tread into. the short visits to their place proved meaningless for most of the time there wasn't a hair on sihyun's head in sight. it was only once in a blue moon that the guy decides to crawl outside his lair after hours to grab something he didn't already have in his room. with unruly hair, lopsided glasses, and the same training suit for two weeks already, he may have left a bad impression for he would stand in their presence completely immune to their judging stares as he shuffled his way about the house. the best friend was usually torn between a look of bewilderment and caution as she would attempt small talk only for him to respond in short, snappy answers. although haera says not to take him too seriously, the best friend can't help her curiosity over this said 'brother' and the relationship between them.
the co-worker : much like with the best friend, the coworker is just another passing figure in which he expresses no interest in much less remember the name of although haera has probably talked about them countless of times. other than the occasional stops to grab something quick to eat or relay something to haera, encountering each other was quite rare. their first interactions consisted of awkward bows and quick nods as he would leave just as fast as he came in but as time progressed, the stops became routine and in classic jung sihyun fashion, he would usually step into the place like it was his home somewhat ordering them around. it was always either 'yo, where my sis at?' or 'ay, can i get some iced coffee. steady on the ice' until haera would come rushing in telling him to knock it off. he'd shrug it off like always as the co-worker would just stand there with a twitch in his eye unable to register how to feel about the infamous stepbrother who he's only heard about through talk. ever since, the two play an amusing exchange of banter every chance they get.
the classmate : there's only one thought that runs across sihyun's head about the kid and it comes with a crinkle of the nose and a whisper under his breath, 'ugh, FETUS'. HE CAN SENSE THE TASTE OF FRESH MEAT AND BABY POWDER IN THE AIR BUT BEARS IT ALTHOUGH HE STILL HASN'T AN IDEA OF THEIR IMPORTANCE. HE COULD'VE SWORN HAERA NEVER MENTIONED THEM BEFORE BUT THEN AGAIN, HE NEVER PROPERLY LISTENS TO ANYTHING SHE SAYS. BEING THE ELDER, SIHYUN OBVIOUSLY DOESN'T TAKE THEM SERIOUSLY AS HE EITHER IGNORES HIM OR MAKES BITING REMARKS IN JUDGEMENT. LITTLE DOES HE KNOW, THE CLASSMATE IS ALREADY ACQUAINTED WITH HIM FROM A PREVIOUS INTERACTION THAT HAS YET TO ELABORATED. SIHYUN WAVES IT OFF INITIALLY BUT CURIOSITY CLAWS AT HIM WITH AN AGONIZING SENSE OF FAMILIARITY ON THE TIP OF HIS TONGUE. HE REFUSES TO CONFRONT HIM ABOUT IT CONVINCED THAT HE SHARES NO CONCERN BUT SOMETHING TELLS HIM THAT HE SHOULD PROBABLY REMEMBER. BUT FOR NOW, THE TENSION BETWEEN THEM SITS COLD AND STILL.
THE STRANGER : oddly enough, sihyun approaches this one with an uncharacteristic sense of caution and intimidation for their brooding gaze has him looking anywhere but in their direction. his usual dark and mysterious persona easily weakens in their presence making him look like a joke to anyone who even saw him as a threat. sihyun swears that they've never crossed paths but he starts to think otherwise when he feels the other's eyes focus on him. it's obvious that there is an odd connection between the two of them whether indirectly or not but being classic jung sihyun, his relations with people never mattered much. the only thing he's sure of is the stranger's recurring appearance just moments before haera's death that has him awfully suspicious for he is, after all, the odd one out of the whole group. he starts to sharpen his observation skills to take note of the stranger hoping to discover the little something he and the rest of the group seem to be missing.
the catalyst : THE TWO NOW PLAY A CIVILIZED GAME OF TRUST AND SIMPLE FAMILIAL DUTY SO it's in sihyun's nature to insert authority over haera being the older but there is something about her that intrigues hiM, THE DRIVING FORCE THAT EVEN ALLOWED FOR HIM TO FINALLY ACCEPT HER. it's hidden between her softspoken words, the twinkle in her eyes, and her unconditionial faith in everything. she exudes a maturity beyond his knowledge and understanding that leaves him speechless just when he think he's won but when he walks away, he only feels heavy. he snaps at her, responds frostILY. HE SHOULD BE PAST THE RESENTMENT HE HAD LOCKED AWAY BUT NO MATTER HOW MUCH ONE GROWS, SOME THINGS JUST NEVER HEAL. it's not her fault. it never was. but overthinking AND MAKING SENSE OF EMOTIONS only confuseS HIM so he decides to not let her know hoping his actions speak louder, hoping she would understand. he tells himself it's not his fault. it's neither of their faults but when he receives a call at an ungodly hour and it isn't haera's voice on the other line, his blood runs cold, guilt punctures his gut, and his head swims with a million delayed apologies that remain stuck in the back of his throat.
the best friend : with just as much disinterest he expresses towards most things, his thoughts of the best friend are quite indifferent. other than the mere association through haera since the two come in a package deal, sihyun finds it comfortable keeping a good distance from her. anyone and anything related to haera is territory not meant for him to tread into. the short visits to their place proved meaningless for most of the time there wasn't a hair on sihyun's head in sight. it was only once in a blue moon that the guy decides to crawl outside his lair after hours to grab something he didn't already have in his room. with unruly hair, lopsided glasses, and the same training suit for two weeks already, he may have left a bad impression for he would stand in their presence completely immune to their judging stares as he shuffled his way about the house. the best friend was usually torn between a look of bewilderment and caution as she would attempt small talk only for him to respond in short, snappy answers. although haera says not to take him too seriously, the best friend can't help her curiosity over this said 'brother' and the relationship between them.
the co-worker : much like with the best friend, the coworker is just another passing figure in which he expresses no interest in much less remember the name of although haera has probably talked about them countless of times. other than the occasional stops to grab something quick to eat or relay something to haera, encountering each other was quite rare. their first interactions consisted of awkward bows and quick nods as he would leave just as fast as he came in but as time progressed, the stops became routine and in classic jung sihyun fashion, he would usually step into the place like it was his home somewhat ordering them around. it was always either 'yo, where my sis at?' or 'ay, can i get some iced coffee. steady on the ice' until haera would come rushing in telling him to knock it off. he'd shrug it off like always as the co-worker would just stand there with a twitch in his eye unable to register how to feel about the infamous stepbrother who he's only heard about through talk. ever since, the two play an amusing exchange of banter every chance they get.
the classmate : there's only one thought that runs across sihyun's head about the kid and it comes with a crinkle of the nose and a whisper under his breath, 'ugh, FETUS'. HE CAN SENSE THE TASTE OF FRESH MEAT AND BABY POWDER IN THE AIR BUT BEARS IT ALTHOUGH HE STILL HASN'T AN IDEA OF THEIR IMPORTANCE. HE COULD'VE SWORN HAERA NEVER MENTIONED THEM BEFORE BUT THEN AGAIN, HE NEVER PROPERLY LISTENS TO ANYTHING SHE SAYS. BEING THE ELDER, SIHYUN OBVIOUSLY DOESN'T TAKE THEM SERIOUSLY AS HE EITHER IGNORES HIM OR MAKES BITING REMARKS IN JUDGEMENT. LITTLE DOES HE KNOW, THE CLASSMATE IS ALREADY ACQUAINTED WITH HIM FROM A PREVIOUS INTERACTION THAT HAS YET TO ELABORATED. SIHYUN WAVES IT OFF INITIALLY BUT CURIOSITY CLAWS AT HIM WITH AN AGONIZING SENSE OF FAMILIARITY ON THE TIP OF HIS TONGUE. HE REFUSES TO CONFRONT HIM ABOUT IT CONVINCED THAT HE SHARES NO CONCERN BUT SOMETHING TELLS HIM THAT HE SHOULD PROBABLY REMEMBER. BUT FOR NOW, THE TENSION BETWEEN THEM SITS COLD AND STILL.
THE STRANGER : oddly enough, sihyun approaches this one with an uncharacteristic sense of caution and intimidation for their brooding gaze has him looking anywhere but in their direction. his usual dark and mysterious persona easily weakens in their presence making him look like a joke to anyone who even saw him as a threat. sihyun swears that they've never crossed paths but he starts to think otherwise when he feels the other's eyes focus on him. it's obvious that there is an odd connection between the two of them whether indirectly or not but being classic jung sihyun, his relations with people never mattered much. the only thing he's sure of is the stranger's recurring appearance just moments before haera's death that has him awfully suspicious for he is, after all, the odd one out of the whole group. he starts to sharpen his observation skills to take note of the stranger hoping to discover the little something he and the rest of the group seem to be missing.
OTHER RELATIONSHIPS :
the professor : kim haesol / soloist zion.t / 32
with honorable wisdom and the hippest style to boot, professor kim is a big contributor to the art department of sihyun's university and to this day, he remains somewhat of a god to him and many other students. it's probably because he isn't that much older than them but sihyun feels a strong bond with him hence their long conversations over coffee and drawing sessions. interestingly enough, sihyun finds himself going back to his words of advice over and over like a broken record. somehow, they seem to be of great relevance to him.
the girlfriend : jung dahye / rapper heize / 24
MORE LIKE EX-GIRLFRIEND BUT SIHYUN ISN'T ONE FOR LABELS. UNDER THE FLASHING LIGHTS AND HEAVY Bass, THE TWO IMMEDIATELY CONNECTED FROM THE MOMENT THEY LAID EYES ON EACH OTHER ON THE DANCEFLOOR. THEIR ATTRACTION BLOOMED INTO A FIERY RELATIONSHIP THAT CONSTANTLY SHIFTED ON AND OFF. their lack of communication IS UNINTENTIONAL BUT HE'S A LITTLE TOO PREOCCUPIED WITH THE CONFLICTS OF HIS OWN LIFE. FOR NOW, HE'S ON A LIFE-OR-DEATH MISSION TO AVOID HER as she is on the hunt to finally get a hold of the asshat so he could give her a proper explanation.
yesterday is today.
describe WHAT a normal Wednesday IS for you :
he heaves a wholehearted sigh as the gears in his head start shifting, "hmm, hold on...so it's around 8am when my alarm goes off. i open my eyes, regret it, and then close my eyes again. usually, i hear dear sis fumbling about the house and then that's when i know i have to get up. i could sleep more especially when i don't have morning classes but i get a bad headache if i sleep too much. i can't be the only one. i see my sis off and i kill time working on school stuff, most likely an art project. i watch tv for a bit then i get ready to catch the subway off to the only class of the day which is from 1pm-4pm."
"then after that- oh right," there's a sudden twinkle in his eye as his lip curls in amusement, "school life isn't that busy since i don't have nearly as many classes as i did before now that i'm almost graduating. wednesdays are pretty chill because after the one class, i either hang around some place or go back home since i need to eat dinner yknow. after i eat, i usually work on assignments or play a video game while waiting for haera. i have a really irregular sleeping pattern so the time i go to sleep is always skewed."
"then after that- oh right," there's a sudden twinkle in his eye as his lip curls in amusement, "school life isn't that busy since i don't have nearly as many classes as i did before now that i'm almost graduating. wednesdays are pretty chill because after the one class, i either hang around some place or go back home since i need to eat dinner yknow. after i eat, i usually work on assignments or play a video game while waiting for haera. i have a really irregular sleeping pattern so the time i go to sleep is always skewed."
Describe what a normal saturday is for you :
he slumps in his seat to get more comfortable, "ah, now saturday. the best day of the week of course. the weekend in general is just great. i tend to oversleep depending on what time i went to bed. there's no set time i wake up but once i do, i usually go out for a jog if i'm not super lazy. i usually don't leave the house during the day and kill time until nightfall. that's when the club scene really comes to life," a smug smirk spreads across his face, "and you know what that means, duty calls! i work every weekend starting friday night from 8pm-11pm. when i come back home, i usually knock out once i hit the bed."
HOW WOULD YOU FEEL IF YOU HAD TO RELIVE A PERFECT DAY OVER AND OVER AGAIN :
"that'd be pretty nice. i mean, who wouldn't take on that offer? i just hope that day is worth enough to be relived over and over. i've had more mediocre days than anything."
HOW WOULD YOU FEEL IF YOU HAD TO RELIVE AN IMPERFECT DAY OVER AND OVER AGAIN :
"obviously it would but it's different. i think it would be interesting, i mean, it'd be a new take on everything. i'd want to find out if i could change anything or if i'd just let the same thing happen again and again."
WHAT IS ONe thing you want to change about your life right now :
"something i'd change? maybe my attitude towards things? i honestly don't know how to explain it but i've made so many mistakes, acted out on impulse, said things i shouldn't have. i know everyone feels like this at some point but maybe things would be a lot different for me now if i had just let go of my big ego for one damn minute. i just keep screwing everything up. for myself and others."
what is the worst way to end a day :
he scratches his chin a bit as his eyes travel the room, "man, probably if you were in deep pain. either emotional or physical. i even think it's worse than death. i mean, death is in one go but ending the day suffering like that," he shakes his head, "it's too ed up."
WHAT IS YOUR favorite day of the week? favorite time of the day? :
"i would have to say every friday night once my shift ends. it's exactly 11pm, the night isn't exactly young but not too late either. when work ends, i usually like to wander around the streets before heading home. oh yeah, there's this one guy that hangs around the convenience store near my place. he's there every friday night and i just love talking to him. he's so weirdly funny without even trying. i don't know why he's out by himself at such a late hour but he did seem to drop hints about his family issues. i don't like to pry though. he tells me something new every time so maybe one day, he'll fess up."
do you know what a bootstrap paradox is :
"no, but it sounds like some cool . are you going to tell me all about it? i'm listening but i haven't got all day, cmon let's just get it over with," he drawls as he checks his watch.
the day is done.
USERname: mooncastles
ALIAS: essie
comments: lmao i can't believe. tHIS TOOK 2494985 YEARS OH MY GOD MYA MY LOVE IM SO SORRY BUT IN THE NAME OF YOUR MOTHERLINESS, I BUSTED MY HARD (-: i had to (-: THIS IS A LUMP OF DISAPPOINTMENT I KNOW i prob left out a bunch of details BUT CRIES I STILL HOPE YOU ENJOY!!!!!! SIHYUN'S SUCH AN I WANNA FIGHT HIM. to make it easier for you, he's pretty much a mix of jungkook/yoongi in one body ;-)
QUESTIONS:
not sure if i followed the plot well enough, i probably made assumptions here and there tbh but ??????
scene suggestions:
the game : on the day of haera's death, sihyun ends up in a hot mess of too much alcohol after fighting with his father. when he answers haera's call, he starts saying a truckload of hurtful things and then abruptly hangs up. when he tries to stumble out of the club, he runs into dahye who starts interrogating him and they go savage right then and there. now he has to figure out how to fight through this web of problems in the time loop and redo things the right way.
tension : at least one person of the group to have some sort of resentment towards him, ideally the best friend/the stranger/the coworker(?) because they can't stand the blatant lack of interest he showed for haera prior to her death
misc : can someone just fight him
more tba!
password: see you tomorrow
ALIAS: essie
comments: lmao i can't believe. tHIS TOOK 2494985 YEARS OH MY GOD MYA MY LOVE IM SO SORRY BUT IN THE NAME OF YOUR MOTHERLINESS, I BUSTED MY HARD (-: i had to (-: THIS IS A LUMP OF DISAPPOINTMENT I KNOW i prob left out a bunch of details BUT CRIES I STILL HOPE YOU ENJOY!!!!!! SIHYUN'S SUCH AN I WANNA FIGHT HIM. to make it easier for you, he's pretty much a mix of jungkook/yoongi in one body ;-)
QUESTIONS:
not sure if i followed the plot well enough, i probably made assumptions here and there tbh but ??????
scene suggestions:
the game : on the day of haera's death, sihyun ends up in a hot mess of too much alcohol after fighting with his father. when he answers haera's call, he starts saying a truckload of hurtful things and then abruptly hangs up. when he tries to stumble out of the club, he runs into dahye who starts interrogating him and they go savage right then and there. now he has to figure out how to fight through this web of problems in the time loop and redo things the right way.
tension : at least one person of the group to have some sort of resentment towards him, ideally the best friend/the stranger/the coworker(?) because they can't stand the blatant lack of interest he showed for haera prior to her death
misc : can someone just fight him
more tba!
password: see you tomorrow
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CHARACTER description :
sihyun is defined as a curator of movement and imagination who constantly chases after the world and strives to covet AND capture its beauty. he runs on the fast lane of adrenaline, out of sight and out of reach to those around him curling up into his own little world. his conflicts consume him as he bitterly ends the day with a twinge of regret and a spark of fury. dark and scalding like a cup of coffee every morning, he appears somewhat dead inside but STRANGE ENOUGH HE still holds onto that small grain of hope for something extraordinary. for the longest time, he looked forward with the sole purpose of moving on, suppressing responsibilities and straying from the present leaving scars unmended. but what would it take for him to slow down and take a closer look around him. he stares at the of blue paint bleeding through, paintbrush gripped tightly in his hand. he knows he's missing something, he knows his vision is dimming but through the hands of time, maybe just maybe, haera wil lead him to an answer.
sihyun is defined as a curator of movement and imagination who constantly chases after the world and strives to covet AND capture its beauty. he runs on the fast lane of adrenaline, out of sight and out of reach to those around him curling up into his own little world. his conflicts consume him as he bitterly ends the day with a twinge of regret and a spark of fury. dark and scalding like a cup of coffee every morning, he appears somewhat dead inside but STRANGE ENOUGH HE still holds onto that small grain of hope for something extraordinary. for the longest time, he looked forward with the sole purpose of moving on, suppressing responsibilities and straying from the present leaving scars unmended. but what would it take for him to slow down and take a closer look around him. he stares at the of blue paint bleeding through, paintbrush gripped tightly in his hand. he knows he's missing something, he knows his vision is dimming but through the hands of time, maybe just maybe, haera wil lead him to an answer.
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