ㅤ¿ㅤTHIS IS NGSY'S DRUMMER, HWANG ISANG
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STEP ONE.
full name. hwang, isang 황이상
other name/s.
CUTIE COUPLE / CUTIE ONE a nickname he gave himself, to be used in tandem with penelope's nickname. he calls them the "cutie couple" because they're just so cute. but since he's cuter he gets to be cutie one.
ISANGHAE hwang isang is a living, breathing, self-fulfilled prophecy. not only is his name setting him up for years of teasing, but he's also pretty damn strange.
YEBA isang is handsome. very, very, very handsome. in fact, god gave him such good looks that he forgot to put anything up in his brain. meaning 'pretty fool', it is another nickname he must simply bear because there is nothing he can do to refute it.
TOL / GIRAFFE / LANKY / NOODLE he is tall. very, very tall. and tall people always have to put up with excessive nicknames from short people.
EVERYONE'S BOYFRIEND isang acts like everyone's boyfriend and so he gets called everyone's boyfriend.
PRETTY BOY something junwi likes to call him.
"I DON'T REALLY LIKE MY NAME. IT'S TOO EASY FOR PEOPLE TO MAKE FUN OF AND IT REMINDS ME OF NOT HAVING CHOICES. DOESN'T IT THAT WE CAN'T CHOSE OUR OWN NAMES? I MEAN, THERE'S LEGAL NAME CHANGES BUT IT'S NOT THE SAME."
CUTIE COUPLE / CUTIE ONE a nickname he gave himself, to be used in tandem with penelope's nickname. he calls them the "cutie couple" because they're just so cute. but since he's cuter he gets to be cutie one.
ISANGHAE hwang isang is a living, breathing, self-fulfilled prophecy. not only is his name setting him up for years of teasing, but he's also pretty damn strange.
YEBA isang is handsome. very, very, very handsome. in fact, god gave him such good looks that he forgot to put anything up in his brain. meaning 'pretty fool', it is another nickname he must simply bear because there is nothing he can do to refute it.
TOL / GIRAFFE / LANKY / NOODLE he is tall. very, very tall. and tall people always have to put up with excessive nicknames from short people.
EVERYONE'S BOYFRIEND isang acts like everyone's boyfriend and so he gets called everyone's boyfriend.
PRETTY BOY something junwi likes to call him.
"I DON'T REALLY LIKE MY NAME. IT'S TOO EASY FOR PEOPLE TO MAKE FUN OF AND IT REMINDS ME OF NOT HAVING CHOICES. DOESN'T IT THAT WE CAN'T CHOSE OUR OWN NAMES? I MEAN, THERE'S LEGAL NAME CHANGES BUT IT'S NOT THE SAME."
date of birth. 18/10/1995 + 21
birthplace. apujeong-dong, gangnam, seoul, sk
hometown. apujeong-dong, gangnam, seoul, sk
ethnicity. korean
nationality. korean
languages.
KR native. having spent most of his life in korea, and having been surrounded with it for over a decade, it's his native language.
GER semi-fluent. isang spent his adolescence in switzerland, attending a music conservatory. having spent around five years there, he picked up on the most spoken language in switzerland.
EN advanced. both korea and switzerland stressed english education. so, although he's not fluent in it, he's very capable in the language.
KR native. having spent most of his life in korea, and having been surrounded with it for over a decade, it's his native language.
GER semi-fluent. isang spent his adolescence in switzerland, attending a music conservatory. having spent around five years there, he picked up on the most spoken language in switzerland.
EN advanced. both korea and switzerland stressed english education. so, although he's not fluent in it, he's very capable in the language.
ORIENTATION. doesn't know, panual leaning more towards girls
PRONOUNS. he / him / his
"I'M EVERYONE'S BOYFRIEND, FOR GUYS, GIRLS, AND THOSE WHO DON'T IDENTIFY AS EITHER."
"I'M EVERYONE'S BOYFRIEND, FOR GUYS, GIRLS, AND THOSE WHO DON'T IDENTIFY AS EITHER."
STEP FOUR.
stage name. ISANG THE GREAT it just sounds very big and large, and isang is the tallest member of the group. penelope came up with it.
position. drummer
backup pos. guitarist, bassist, synthesizer
# experience. 5 years playing drums, 11 years playing cello ( not like that really matters ).
"PEOPLE SEE ME, A CELLO PRODIGY TURNED DRUMMER, AND THINK I HAVE NO BUSINESS DOING WHAT I'M DOING. THEY THINK I DON'T TAKE THIS SERIOUSLY. I MAY NOT HAVE DECADES OF EXPERIENCE BUT BELIEVE ME WHEN I SAY DRUMS ARE MY WORLD. WHAT EXACTLY DO THEY MEAN TO ME? INDEPENDENCE. MAKING MY OWN CHOICES. BEING FREE TO LIVE HOW I WANT. AND SO, PLAYING DRUMS IS REALLY IMPORTANT TO ME."
"PEOPLE SEE ME, A CELLO PRODIGY TURNED DRUMMER, AND THINK I HAVE NO BUSINESS DOING WHAT I'M DOING. THEY THINK I DON'T TAKE THIS SERIOUSLY. I MAY NOT HAVE DECADES OF EXPERIENCE BUT BELIEVE ME WHEN I SAY DRUMS ARE MY WORLD. WHAT EXACTLY DO THEY MEAN TO ME? INDEPENDENCE. MAKING MY OWN CHOICES. BEING FREE TO LIVE HOW I WANT. AND SO, PLAYING DRUMS IS REALLY IMPORTANT TO ME."
resumé.
had some drumming gigs with various inide performers in need of accompaniment, did some street performances with his drums in hongdae. numberous orchestral concerts with his cello, including many concertos.
had some drumming gigs with various inide performers in need of accompaniment, did some street performances with his drums in hongdae. numberous orchestral concerts with his cello, including many concertos.
JW: what made you decide to join ngsy?
junwi eyes him, even if he sits up as tall as he can, this goddamn pretty boy is still taller than him. "i guess penelope did." junwi's familiar with penelope, the girl who sent him an email. he originally wanted her for the band, but she declined and recommended isang instead. "i didn't have anything else to do... and i needed a job... so i guess she did me a big favor."
jw: hm, what do you think of your skills? what makes you better than the rest? what can you offer ngsy?
"i can play the drums... not everyone can do that, right?" isang asks, and junwi shrugs. it's a technicality. isang pauses to think. "i'm really tall, so i can reach things you guys need. a lot of people think i'm handsome, so you can make me your model... i'm bursting with endearing charms." junwi wants to gag, affectionately.
"i can play the drums... not everyone can do that, right?" isang asks, and junwi shrugs. it's a technicality. isang pauses to think. "i'm really tall, so i can reach things you guys need. a lot of people think i'm handsome, so you can make me your model... i'm bursting with endearing charms." junwi wants to gag, affectionately.
jw: (sighs) as you know, we debuted three years ago. how has the journey been? what has happened so far? do you see it as a good or bad experience?
isang nods slowly, "ngsy made me happy. i mean, it still does, but it made me super happy three years ago. my parents almost disowned me for joining and i wondered if i was doing the right thing but you and everyone else were so nice to me that it made me realize i was happy with you all. so, in my mind, it's been a good experience. except the time i tried to stage dive and no one caught me."
isang nods slowly, "ngsy made me happy. i mean, it still does, but it made me super happy three years ago. my parents almost disowned me for joining and i wondered if i was doing the right thing but you and everyone else were so nice to me that it made me realize i was happy with you all. so, in my mind, it's been a good experience. except the time i tried to stage dive and no one caught me."
jw: alright, (frowns) well i didn't plan this question... but if today i gave you the choice to leave ngsy, would you take it?
he freezes. he has that same look on his face that he gets when binna asks him what he wants to eat. isang's voice rises from his throat, constricted and unsure. "is... is there any other choice for me? i don't think i'd be good at anything else..."
he freezes. he has that same look on his face that he gets when binna asks him what he wants to eat. isang's voice rises from his throat, constricted and unsure. "is... is there any other choice for me? i don't think i'd be good at anything else..."
jw: what do you wish for in the next year?
"i wish we get even bigger." he says with a smile, eyes shrinking into crescents before his face sort of falls. "i wish... my parents will speak to me once they see how well i'm doing. i wish to continue growing up, and i wish i can learn how to care for myself and not burden everyone." something tugs at junki's heart as he looks at the kid.
"i wish we get even bigger." he says with a smile, eyes shrinking into crescents before his face sort of falls. "i wish... my parents will speak to me once they see how well i'm doing. i wish to continue growing up, and i wish i can learn how to care for myself and not burden everyone." something tugs at junki's heart as he looks at the kid.
jw: interesting. last question, are you close to any of the members?
"everyone!" he says, not even slightly phased by the boldness of his statement. "i mean, i'm everyone's boyfriend, aren't i?"
"everyone!" he says, not even slightly phased by the boldness of his statement. "i mean, i'm everyone's boyfriend, aren't i?"
STEP THREE.
PERSONALITY.
"SO WE BEAT ON, BOATS AGAINST THE CURRENT, BORNE BACK CEASLESSLY INTO THE PAST." — F SCOTT FITZGERALD
perfection, that's what he is. he has it all. looks, money, charm, an air of mystery, but a somehwat lonely look in his eyes. he doesn't need a lot, he doesn't need a lot. his world is sparse, only with the bare minimum of things he needs to survive. he keeps forgetting to buy more food. he can't decide what he needs, he's never been able to decide anything. perfection, that's what he isn't. his entire life is the moment you lean too far back in your chair. he's never had to take care of himself before, he'd rather invest his energy where it actually matters. if someone isn't there to take care of him, he'll simply forget to do it. he thinks about himself a lot, about why he is the way he is. whenever thinking so much makes him feel sad, he just laughs.
"A LOT OF PEOPLE SAY GRAY IS BORING AND DETACHED BUT... I DUNNO, IT DOESN'T FEEL LIKE IT. GRAY IS JUST MUCH MORE TO ME, I GUESS. IT SOOTHES. IT MAKES ME FEEL COOL. LIKE A MAN OF THE WORLD."
TRIVIA.
HWANG ISANG LIKES jokbal, bewhy, meat, introspection, privacy, people with distinct laughs, aomg, game shows, bewhy, dad jokes and puns, comfy duvets, arts and crafts, drums, bewhy, his ditto-bulbasaur plush, skinship, cheesy things, penelope's cheeks, COUPLE ITEMS, bewhy.
HWANG ISANG DISLIKES wasting energy, being too constrained, cello, strict people, people who don't laugh at his jokes, being fawned over, his indecisiveness.
HWANG ISANG'S HABITS staring off into space with a midly wistful and mildly withering look on his face, saying incredibly cheesy things and getting embarrassed at himself, holding everyone's hands, cuddling everyone, backhugging everyone, being everyone's boyfriend, making anything even remotely cool lame, using outdated slang, "being cute".
HWANG ISANG'S HOBBIES drums, lazing about, holding people, telling lame jokes, watching game shows, arts and crafts, squishing penelope's cheeks, buying couple items to match with everyone.
HWANG ISANG'S FEARS everyone he loves hating him, being truly alone forever, being disliked, failure and being unsuccessful, making the wrong decisions, being made fun of, being left behind.
ONE was named after german cellist isang david enders and not the word isanghae.
TWO wants to live in a world where worries are inconsequential. a life of pleasure where he can be tended to and cared for because that allows him to care and give back even more. he wants to live in a world where he feels acceptance, instead of feeling bottled up.
THREE doesn't know how to spell "mayonnaise". tried to whip and ended up slipping and hitting his head against the fridge. got a concussion because he was excited to see dogs. tried to stage dive and landed on his face. once forgot to brush his teeth for five weeks. didn't actually sell his car, simply forgot where he parked it. doesn't know who lee jongsuk is and at this point is too afraid to ask. thinks 2% milk is 98% secret ingredient and that scares him. "a game is the foot". thought buckingham palace was hogwarts. vaped once. literally ran out of food and didn't want to go out and buy more and ended up living off crackers and hazlenut spread for three whole days. stood on a window ledge reciting poetry and almost fell out. threatened to jump out a window to prove his love for bewhy. puts egg yolks in people's hats. tried to bribe someone with a one dollar bill folded to look like a hundred. "isang, what tea is this?" "oh, i just boiled some gatorade".
FOUR cannot dance to save his life. he's so stiff that it's acually embarrassing to everyone around.
FIVE is the type of drunk who will talk to anyone and everyone, only does shots, has to literally be dragged home at the end of the night because they refuse to acknowledge that the party has ended and he's the only person still there, never has to buy his own drinks.
SIX still has his cello. looking at it makes him feel bittersweet because it's a symbol of his independence but it's also a reminder that his parents only loved him when he was playing cello. he plays it sometimes when he misses them.
AESTHETICS OF HWANG ISANG a cigarette in the dark of night, late night conversations, rambles on the boulevard, sweaters and hoodies and jeans and chucks, popcorn balls, harvest moon and cold snaps, worn out backpacks, mac and cheese at 3 am with your best friend, orange leaves on trees.
"SO WE BEAT ON, BOATS AGAINST THE CURRENT, BORNE BACK CEASLESSLY INTO THE PAST." — F SCOTT FITZGERALD
LIBRA ¦ JUSTICE ¦ ENFJ
EASYGOING, CHARMING, FUNNY, GENTLE, PENSIVE.
AWKWARD, SIMPLE, TACITURN, STRANGE.
LAZY, INATTENTIVE, SCATTERBRAINED, DEPENDENT, INDECISIVE.
TALL, DARK, AND HANDSOME ¦ NEUTRAL GOOD ¦ PHLEGMATIC
CREEP BY RADIOHEAD
i'm a creep,
i'm a weirdo.
what the hell am i doing here?
i don't belong here...
perfection, that's what he is. he has it all. looks, money, charm, an air of mystery, but a somehwat lonely look in his eyes. he doesn't need a lot, he doesn't need a lot. his world is sparse, only with the bare minimum of things he needs to survive. he keeps forgetting to buy more food. he can't decide what he needs, he's never been able to decide anything. perfection, that's what he isn't. his entire life is the moment you lean too far back in your chair. he's never had to take care of himself before, he'd rather invest his energy where it actually matters. if someone isn't there to take care of him, he'll simply forget to do it. he thinks about himself a lot, about why he is the way he is. whenever thinking so much makes him feel sad, he just laughs.
"A LOT OF PEOPLE SAY GRAY IS BORING AND DETACHED BUT... I DUNNO, IT DOESN'T FEEL LIKE IT. GRAY IS JUST MUCH MORE TO ME, I GUESS. IT SOOTHES. IT MAKES ME FEEL COOL. LIKE A MAN OF THE WORLD."
TRIVIA.
HWANG ISANG LIKES jokbal, bewhy, meat, introspection, privacy, people with distinct laughs, aomg, game shows, bewhy, dad jokes and puns, comfy duvets, arts and crafts, drums, bewhy, his ditto-bulbasaur plush, skinship, cheesy things, penelope's cheeks, COUPLE ITEMS, bewhy.
HWANG ISANG DISLIKES wasting energy, being too constrained, cello, strict people, people who don't laugh at his jokes, being fawned over, his indecisiveness.
HWANG ISANG'S HABITS staring off into space with a midly wistful and mildly withering look on his face, saying incredibly cheesy things and getting embarrassed at himself, holding everyone's hands, cuddling everyone, backhugging everyone, being everyone's boyfriend, making anything even remotely cool lame, using outdated slang, "being cute".
HWANG ISANG'S HOBBIES drums, lazing about, holding people, telling lame jokes, watching game shows, arts and crafts, squishing penelope's cheeks, buying couple items to match with everyone.
HWANG ISANG'S FEARS everyone he loves hating him, being truly alone forever, being disliked, failure and being unsuccessful, making the wrong decisions, being made fun of, being left behind.
ONE was named after german cellist isang david enders and not the word isanghae.
TWO wants to live in a world where worries are inconsequential. a life of pleasure where he can be tended to and cared for because that allows him to care and give back even more. he wants to live in a world where he feels acceptance, instead of feeling bottled up.
THREE doesn't know how to spell "mayonnaise". tried to whip and ended up slipping and hitting his head against the fridge. got a concussion because he was excited to see dogs. tried to stage dive and landed on his face. once forgot to brush his teeth for five weeks. didn't actually sell his car, simply forgot where he parked it. doesn't know who lee jongsuk is and at this point is too afraid to ask. thinks 2% milk is 98% secret ingredient and that scares him. "a game is the foot". thought buckingham palace was hogwarts. vaped once. literally ran out of food and didn't want to go out and buy more and ended up living off crackers and hazlenut spread for three whole days. stood on a window ledge reciting poetry and almost fell out. threatened to jump out a window to prove his love for bewhy. puts egg yolks in people's hats. tried to bribe someone with a one dollar bill folded to look like a hundred. "isang, what tea is this?" "oh, i just boiled some gatorade".
FOUR cannot dance to save his life. he's so stiff that it's acually embarrassing to everyone around.
FIVE is the type of drunk who will talk to anyone and everyone, only does shots, has to literally be dragged home at the end of the night because they refuse to acknowledge that the party has ended and he's the only person still there, never has to buy his own drinks.
SIX still has his cello. looking at it makes him feel bittersweet because it's a symbol of his independence but it's also a reminder that his parents only loved him when he was playing cello. he plays it sometimes when he misses them.
AESTHETICS OF HWANG ISANG a cigarette in the dark of night, late night conversations, rambles on the boulevard, sweaters and hoodies and jeans and chucks, popcorn balls, harvest moon and cold snaps, worn out backpacks, mac and cheese at 3 am with your best friend, orange leaves on trees.
timeline.
october 18th, he is born. he's named after the german cellist isang david enders, and his fate is laid out for him. as soon as he's able, his parents place a cello in his hands. he practices after school at private academies, he has talented cello instructors come into his home instead of having playtime. mother and father are strict and perfectionistic, determined on ensuring hwang isang leads the most perfect life possible. he never has to make any choices himself, he never has to do anything for himself. the only thing that he has to do is play the cello.
hwang isang went to the best schools, had the best clothes, the best technology, the best house, the "best" parents, the best talent, the best future as a professional orchestral cellist. for someone with so much to compliment, his parents have only complimented him twice in his twenty-one years on this planet, when he was four and succssfully played his first song on the cello. he felt so proud back then, so eager to hear more and more. only, more never came. until the day he was accepted in a swiss music conservatory. they lavished him in praise, showed him off to all their friends, boasted about it to everyone they knew. and isang had reservations about going, about being so far away from his family in a country where he barely spoke the language and didn't know anyone. after listening to his concerns, his parents got him german lessons and booked their plane tickets.
five years.
five years he spent in switzerland with only his cello and weekly phone calls to his parents. he was a star at his conservatory, the prince of cello, the star of concerto. his instructors say he's on his way to become a famous cellist in a reknowned orchestra. but eventually, he looks at his cello and feels nothing. he isn't proud of the fruit of his labor, he isn't moved by his dream of becoming the greatest cellist, he never even had that dream in the first place. hwang isang goes out on stage to perform, and he's never hated the sound of the cello more.
there's a girl. her name's penelope oh. she went to the same school he does. he discovered her one evening in the practice room, staring at her violin. he loomed over her, first cautiously and then apologetically when she realized he was right behind her and she nearly jumped out of her skin. "sorry," he said, "i noticed you staring at your violin and wondered if you were possessed."
"what if i actually was possessed? you'd risk that?"
"i guess i would." she smiles, that seemed to make her happy.
"i was just about to practice drums, wanna try?"
"i've... i've never done that before."
"it's okay, i'll show you how."
and she did. she showed him everything. the hi-hat, the tom tom, the drum throne, the drum pedal, the floor tom. and as he's playing the drums with penelope's guidance, he felt free. she told him that he's pretty good for being a first-timer, and he thanked her.
drums make his heart skip a beat. he wants to play the drums. he started to neglect his cello playing, leaving the school to contact his parents and his parents to contact him. they asked him what the meaning of all this was. "mother, father, i want to play the drums." they flew him back to korea, withdrawing him from the conservatory and enrolling him in a private academy. to say they were furious would have been an understatement. as soon as he landed in korea, mother was wailing about how disappointed she was in him for throwing away all his hard work for something so rowdy. father refused to look him in the eye. "we gave you everything you ever wanted, and this is what we get in return? we send you to an expensive school in a foreign country and suddenly you forget why you're there?"
isang was 15 when he returned to korea. his parents crushed his dreams of playing drums by forcing him to continue on with the cello. but that didn't deter isang. instead, he practiced drums in secret for two years until he graduated high school. he kept in contact with penelope after he left switzerland and when she came to visit for a month, she told him about this band looking for members.
"do you really think i'm good enough to be in a band?"
"hey, i taught you everything i know, didn't i?"
"i don't know if i should..."
she filmed him playing the drums and sent the video attached to an email to a mister ko junwi. and within a week, he contacted isang. when isang relayed news of joining ngsy to his parents, they were livid. they kicked him out of the house and froze his funds, did everything they could outside of downright disowning him. it felt odd. he didn't have to listen to them anymore. he could do as he pleased.
he could play drums.
"HARDSHIPS? I'M JUST ANOTHER LONELY, RICH PRETTY BOY. MY LIFE WASN'T HARD. IT WASN'T SAD. IT WAS JUST... DESOLATE."
october 18th, he is born. he's named after the german cellist isang david enders, and his fate is laid out for him. as soon as he's able, his parents place a cello in his hands. he practices after school at private academies, he has talented cello instructors come into his home instead of having playtime. mother and father are strict and perfectionistic, determined on ensuring hwang isang leads the most perfect life possible. he never has to make any choices himself, he never has to do anything for himself. the only thing that he has to do is play the cello.
hwang isang went to the best schools, had the best clothes, the best technology, the best house, the "best" parents, the best talent, the best future as a professional orchestral cellist. for someone with so much to compliment, his parents have only complimented him twice in his twenty-one years on this planet, when he was four and succssfully played his first song on the cello. he felt so proud back then, so eager to hear more and more. only, more never came. until the day he was accepted in a swiss music conservatory. they lavished him in praise, showed him off to all their friends, boasted about it to everyone they knew. and isang had reservations about going, about being so far away from his family in a country where he barely spoke the language and didn't know anyone. after listening to his concerns, his parents got him german lessons and booked their plane tickets.
five years.
five years he spent in switzerland with only his cello and weekly phone calls to his parents. he was a star at his conservatory, the prince of cello, the star of concerto. his instructors say he's on his way to become a famous cellist in a reknowned orchestra. but eventually, he looks at his cello and feels nothing. he isn't proud of the fruit of his labor, he isn't moved by his dream of becoming the greatest cellist, he never even had that dream in the first place. hwang isang goes out on stage to perform, and he's never hated the sound of the cello more.
there's a girl. her name's penelope oh. she went to the same school he does. he discovered her one evening in the practice room, staring at her violin. he loomed over her, first cautiously and then apologetically when she realized he was right behind her and she nearly jumped out of her skin. "sorry," he said, "i noticed you staring at your violin and wondered if you were possessed."
"what if i actually was possessed? you'd risk that?"
"i guess i would." she smiles, that seemed to make her happy.
"i was just about to practice drums, wanna try?"
"i've... i've never done that before."
"it's okay, i'll show you how."
and she did. she showed him everything. the hi-hat, the tom tom, the drum throne, the drum pedal, the floor tom. and as he's playing the drums with penelope's guidance, he felt free. she told him that he's pretty good for being a first-timer, and he thanked her.
drums make his heart skip a beat. he wants to play the drums. he started to neglect his cello playing, leaving the school to contact his parents and his parents to contact him. they asked him what the meaning of all this was. "mother, father, i want to play the drums." they flew him back to korea, withdrawing him from the conservatory and enrolling him in a private academy. to say they were furious would have been an understatement. as soon as he landed in korea, mother was wailing about how disappointed she was in him for throwing away all his hard work for something so rowdy. father refused to look him in the eye. "we gave you everything you ever wanted, and this is what we get in return? we send you to an expensive school in a foreign country and suddenly you forget why you're there?"
isang was 15 when he returned to korea. his parents crushed his dreams of playing drums by forcing him to continue on with the cello. but that didn't deter isang. instead, he practiced drums in secret for two years until he graduated high school. he kept in contact with penelope after he left switzerland and when she came to visit for a month, she told him about this band looking for members.
"do you really think i'm good enough to be in a band?"
"hey, i taught you everything i know, didn't i?"
"i don't know if i should..."
she filmed him playing the drums and sent the video attached to an email to a mister ko junwi. and within a week, he contacted isang. when isang relayed news of joining ngsy to his parents, they were livid. they kicked him out of the house and froze his funds, did everything they could outside of downright disowning him. it felt odd. he didn't have to listen to them anymore. he could do as he pleased.
he could play drums.
"HARDSHIPS? I'M JUST ANOTHER LONELY, RICH PRETTY BOY. MY LIFE WASN'T HARD. IT WASN'T SAD. IT WAS JUST... DESOLATE."
STEP TWO.
faceclaim. knk's seungjun
backup fc. uniq's sungjoo
height. 191 cm
weight. 70 kg
appearance.
tall and lanky, hwang isang is 75% leg. the other 25% is made up of his symmetrical features and high cheekbones. he's very conventionally handsome, with a chiseled face, tall nose, pillowy lips, and mysterious eyes. his body is lithe and lanky, more limb than he knows what to do with.
"EVERYONE PLEASE...... I'M NOT HANDSOME, I'M A CUTIE."
tall and lanky, hwang isang is 75% leg. the other 25% is made up of his symmetrical features and high cheekbones. he's very conventionally handsome, with a chiseled face, tall nose, pillowy lips, and mysterious eyes. his body is lithe and lanky, more limb than he knows what to do with.
"EVERYONE PLEASE...... I'M NOT HANDSOME, I'M A CUTIE."
fashion.
isang dresses fashionably and, actually, rather plainly. but then again, it's not difficult for a guy to look well dressed. skinny jeans, both ripped and not, and stylish jumpers populate his wardrobe. he almost always wears the same pair of beat-up sneakers.
"IT'S EASY FOR GUYS TO LOOK GOOD..."
isang dresses fashionably and, actually, rather plainly. but then again, it's not difficult for a guy to look well dressed. skinny jeans, both ripped and not, and stylish jumpers populate his wardrobe. he almost always wears the same pair of beat-up sneakers.
"IT'S EASY FOR GUYS TO LOOK GOOD..."
STEP FIVE.
relationships.
"I'M AWKWARD AND I'M HELPLESS AND I FEEL LIKE I ONLY BURDEN THE PEOPLE AROUND ME. THE FACT THAT THEY'RE STILL AROUND DESPITE ALL THAT MEANS THE WORLD TO ME."
the two are very close and mostly express their love by flaming each other. their conversations are 60% bickering, 30% bad jokes, and 10% actual sentimental things. they text pretty much all the time, jumping from gross photos of each other to their purposes in life. they rely on each other immensely, especially now that penelope is in korea and away from her family, and they go out of their way to help each other. they don't judge and have seen the grossest parts of each other. isang sends her pictures of his poop. he's been in the bathroom with her as he shaves her legs.
junwi is like the father figure isang has always wanted. strong in a quiet kind of way, silently looking out for others. they both don't talk much, and junwi can always appreciate isang's uncomplicated desires. junwi looks upon the awkward and weird pretty boy with half-withering, half-fond eyes because isang is like a baby deer trying to walk. junwi is always on isang's , asking if he's gotten everything done, asking if he's forgotten anything because he knows how isang is, and isang sincerely appreciates him for it.
hwang isang adores binna baudry de lozières with all his heart. together, they are filled with sweetness and light, airy grace guiding them through life, hand in hand. isang brings sweetness and dewy affection while binna brings straightforward, bareboned affection.
besides penelope, she's the person who watches after him the most. making sure he eats, making sure he's clean, keeping him organized. she loves taking him out drinking, and they two really know how to party hard together. they're both easygoing and can have deep and interesting conversations with each other. isang and binna are junwi's resident weirdos and enjoy pestering him together. if binna's up baking at 3 am, isang will be up with her doing taste tests. they talk about and come up with conspiracy theories together, their minds sparkling when brought together for a discussion. binna encourages him to be the best isang he can be, and always knows what to say when he's feeling down. she gives him opprotunities and the confidence to care for himself and slowly make small decisions.
"I LIKE KIND PEOPLE WHO HELP ME WHEN I NEED IT. AND I HOPE THEY KNOW JUST HOW MUCH I LOVE THEM."
LOVE EXPERIENCE.
for a tall, handsome young man, hwang isang has had shockingly little experience in the romance department. maybe it's because he told someone he got lost in their muscles when he went to say eyes, who knows. he needs someone who can balance him, someone he can rely on, someone who can remind him that he needs food to live. but he also needs someone who can give him a safe space to cultivate his independence.
"I THINK IT'S A MIRACLE WE EVER MET."
LOVE INTEREST.
STAR BY HEIZE
is that star looking at me, too?
won't it be looking at me?
is that star looking at me, too?
at me?
"I FEEL AT HOME WHEN I'M WITH YOU."
he wonders if she's too good to be true. they both want the same thing, a cozy life full of love from the people they cherish. he sees her and he feels hopeless because she's beautiful, and he tries to tell her but the words don't come out right.
"you remind me of a goldfish."
"why? because i ran around the kitchen because i forgot what i wanted?"
"no, it's because goldfish is gold and you're golden. and the softest metal... like gold is..."
he feels like a burden to her, because she's always buzzing around taking care of him and there isn't much he can do for her, but she's teaching him how to take care of others too. it's small things, like preparing simple meals and knowing when it's time to do laundry. whenever he can, he tries to do things for her, but ends up making a bigger mess than there already was. he hasn't even had his first kiss yet, he wonders if he can please her.
every time she tells him she's his, he gets all shy and giggly but sometimes, sometimes, he manages to say and do things that are the essence of a cool young man.
"a special nickname for you? ... i can't think of one, because you're everything. you're my everything."
open for a love interest!!
backup : penelope oh
"I'M AWKWARD AND I'M HELPLESS AND I FEEL LIKE I ONLY BURDEN THE PEOPLE AROUND ME. THE FACT THAT THEY'RE STILL AROUND DESPITE ALL THAT MEANS THE WORLD TO ME."
meet ngsy's unofficial groupie !! xx
penelope gives passion to isang's love. she is the spark and he is the wick. they're almost complete opposites and yet, there is a sense of balance and completion between them. penelope goes out of her way to support isang, with only the warmth in her heart to fuel her. she makes sure he doesn't forget to buy food or brush his teeth. penelope can be tempermental, and isang knows just how to calm her down. they're both children at heart, and they to go try new things together. she prefers to lead and he prefers to follow. they work well as a team and have a deep understanding of what makes them tick and what makes them happy. isang is very grateful to her. she's kept him alive for a decent amount of time and she introduced him to his passion and she got him into ngsy.the two are very close and mostly express their love by flaming each other. their conversations are 60% bickering, 30% bad jokes, and 10% actual sentimental things. they text pretty much all the time, jumping from gross photos of each other to their purposes in life. they rely on each other immensely, especially now that penelope is in korea and away from her family, and they go out of their way to help each other. they don't judge and have seen the grossest parts of each other. isang sends her pictures of his poop. he's been in the bathroom with her as he shaves her legs.
junwi is like the father figure isang has always wanted. strong in a quiet kind of way, silently looking out for others. they both don't talk much, and junwi can always appreciate isang's uncomplicated desires. junwi looks upon the awkward and weird pretty boy with half-withering, half-fond eyes because isang is like a baby deer trying to walk. junwi is always on isang's , asking if he's gotten everything done, asking if he's forgotten anything because he knows how isang is, and isang sincerely appreciates him for it.
hwang isang adores binna baudry de lozières with all his heart. together, they are filled with sweetness and light, airy grace guiding them through life, hand in hand. isang brings sweetness and dewy affection while binna brings straightforward, bareboned affection.
besides penelope, she's the person who watches after him the most. making sure he eats, making sure he's clean, keeping him organized. she loves taking him out drinking, and they two really know how to party hard together. they're both easygoing and can have deep and interesting conversations with each other. isang and binna are junwi's resident weirdos and enjoy pestering him together. if binna's up baking at 3 am, isang will be up with her doing taste tests. they talk about and come up with conspiracy theories together, their minds sparkling when brought together for a discussion. binna encourages him to be the best isang he can be, and always knows what to say when he's feeling down. she gives him opprotunities and the confidence to care for himself and slowly make small decisions.
"I LIKE KIND PEOPLE WHO HELP ME WHEN I NEED IT. AND I HOPE THEY KNOW JUST HOW MUCH I LOVE THEM."
LOVE EXPERIENCE.
for a tall, handsome young man, hwang isang has had shockingly little experience in the romance department. maybe it's because he told someone he got lost in their muscles when he went to say eyes, who knows. he needs someone who can balance him, someone he can rely on, someone who can remind him that he needs food to live. but he also needs someone who can give him a safe space to cultivate his independence.
"I THINK IT'S A MIRACLE WE EVER MET."
LOVE INTEREST.
STAR BY HEIZE
is that star looking at me, too?
won't it be looking at me?
is that star looking at me, too?
at me?
"I FEEL AT HOME WHEN I'M WITH YOU."
remember yena !!!
he wonders if she's too good to be true. they both want the same thing, a cozy life full of love from the people they cherish. he sees her and he feels hopeless because she's beautiful, and he tries to tell her but the words don't come out right.
"you remind me of a goldfish."
"why? because i ran around the kitchen because i forgot what i wanted?"
"no, it's because goldfish is gold and you're golden. and the softest metal... like gold is..."
he feels like a burden to her, because she's always buzzing around taking care of him and there isn't much he can do for her, but she's teaching him how to take care of others too. it's small things, like preparing simple meals and knowing when it's time to do laundry. whenever he can, he tries to do things for her, but ends up making a bigger mess than there already was. he hasn't even had his first kiss yet, he wonders if he can please her.
every time she tells him she's his, he gets all shy and giggly but sometimes, sometimes, he manages to say and do things that are the essence of a cool young man.
"a special nickname for you? ... i can't think of one, because you're everything. you're my everything."
open for a love interest!!
backup : penelope oh
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