as a boy, the only escape from his drunken father and verbally abusive mother was his only childhood friend. jongin would escape whenever he could to run from the house gradually sinking into the unkept earth, the old house forgotten in time with massive highways criss-crossing the front yard and skyscrapers to either side. he'd look both ways before he'd cross the street, a happy smile that would only appear on his lips when his friend would answer the door. they'd run away together once the other's parents started hounding him for his schoolwork, carrying an enormous amount of stress of his shoulders. one day when they were older, they found a flower patch hidden in the safety behind a bridge. the flowers were miraculously beautiful, seemingly unseen by any humans before them. they would take only a few flowers and put them in each other's hair, liking how the vibrant colors would look against their respective chocolate and lemon hair. by the time jongin was ten, he had picked up a sketchbook from the homeless shelter along with a few pencils. he'd sketch the flowers and his best friend, trying to capture the moment on paper so it could last forever. however, the sweetest things have the most abrupt ends. by the time they were in high school, jongin's best friend disappeared from his life and left him in the clutches of his parents. when jongin would return by himself to the flower patch, every last one of the flowers had been plucked, and the plant from which the flowers had grown from had been turned up from the earth, its roots in the air and left to die. jongin would return to the spot, sketchbook and pencils held in his hand; drawing became his new friend that would never leave him. after high school, jongin dabbled in art school at a few community colleges, but his anxiety of the other students would make him drop out. sweet jongin would soon realize what he needed to survive - to not be weak like the flowers.

to protect himself, kai was made. kai was nearly psychotic, driven into near madness without the gentle hand of his long lost friend. to take out his anger, he mastered the art of blackmail to gain knowledge of the stocks before the prices would plummet and sell stock for huge profits. any successful business in the world had kai plastered on it somewhere. of course, he developed a knack for other habits along the way, such as smoking, drugs, and hitmen. his sole dream as kai is to rise to the top and be the king of the world, no matter what it takes. the prince of flowers is dead.

ooc notes: please descriptive first pov or third pov only! i'd also like a plot we can use as a guideline, but we can just rp without any plot for fun if you'd like. i'm sorry to say this, but i only like to rp with people who are literate. i love romanticism. anything else? feel free to ask me!

petal-like lips

° open, mature, romance & vanilla .

you're jongin's long lost childhood friend. you just appear one day out of the blue, and jongin doesn't know what to think. maybe you can make him think a little more so he can make up his mind.

flowers

° open, possible .

you both share a common love of flowers. whether it's ual or not is between the two of you.

plot title here

° status, rating, genre, etc.

Nunc sed hendrerit neque. Curabitur non ornare metus. Nullam eu porta lectus. In est ipsum, pulvinar ut gravida ac, facilisis non odio. Aenean faucibus cursus arcu, ac euismod ex porta quis. Suspendisse scelerisque dictum massa, vitae cursus odio accumsan a. In fermentum est sit amet tempus tempor. Vestibulum mollis dictum mi, et efficitur ligula laoreet quis. Proin ut fermentum magna, et gravida lorem.

01 · Text here.

02 · Text here.

03 · Text here.

04 · Text here.

05 · Text here.

06 · Text here.

07 · Text here.