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origin. | about me
his upbringing wasn't anything grand or outstanding from normal means. both his mother and father took up jobs that occupied early hours, but hoseok worked out the intervals to catch them as they came and went. even if their sensibilities weren't always tied to their meager household, hoseok never held anything against them. money was finite, but labor was ongoing. ongoing meant that their vicious cycle would continue the next day - hoseok would wake up, go to school, and arrive to catch his parents going out. it eased his state of mind knowing that even this routine endeavor was adamant for his parents as well. they mirrored his timing, and sought to catch each other at the perfect moment, even at seconds at a time. each interval became a game, with neither party wanting to miss a beat. their timing was established as a science - both hoseok and his parents were able to maximize windows of opportunity to exchange endearments and follow suit with whatever the day saw fit. on days that became bleak and rainy, time would be slimmed down 22 seconds. on days where the temperature boded well with road conditions, they'd extend their exchange by 48 seconds. the current record for a meetup time is 2 minutes and 29 seconds spent together between schedules, when traffic was in their favor for one solemn spring afternoon.
on one winter evening 8 years ago, when the weather dropped snowflakes at a leisurely pace, his father 48 years old and his mother 46, they were especially hasty. neither hoseok nor his parents wanted time to be wasted for respective interests - but it seemed like they were on the right track to beating their previously set record. a statistic stapled generously on the back of their minds to propel them forward.
on one winter evening 8 years ago during a hurried snowfall, hoseok was 17. everything post secondary education enticed him toward lectures about one's future. very trivial lectures at that. monologues about time management and how little youth is cherished until it lost in the wind of realization and regret. hoseok was perceptive but uninterested. his already cultivating post-secondary worries whittled the edges of his youth for him, as it did for every other student at that age. his woes usually were diluted in the air of activity, and he'd stay just a second later than everyone else to get some shots in at the basketball court. but he was done sweating for the day - 45 minutes everyday were spent wallowing away notions of an uncertain career that might proceed him if he isn't careful. it was time to go home. it was time to see them again.
on one winter evening 8 years ago during a merciless snowstorm, his father made it back, but his mother wasn't by his side as usual. zero seconds were spent but 46 years were lost.
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reconciliation. | personality
lee hoseok, although serious about the game of basketball, and sociable enough to spark an affinity among the players and staff, he finds little to do with himself once he steps off of the sidelines. he seldom engages in many hobbies, with exceptions in the realm of working out and drawing out play sets for the head coach. he allots himself a generous space in the shell he chooses to be cooped up in. he lacks initiative at times, but he waits for the activity to come to him. the condition of being dormant in his own sensibilities plays a big part in something he's confident he can step past and look at retrospectively come 5 or 10 years from now. in the sum of it all, he believes that is the most viable reason the city will be the most lucrative to him, and he's already making sizable strides for optimal progress. if he cannot change his boundaries, then he can certainly push them outward.
everybody is improving but i am improving slowly, which seemingly widens our distance
- yao ming
i enjoy jokes, smiling, and making people smile. i may be a little different, but that's ok, who wants to be normal anyway?
- tim duncan
behind the scenes. | out of character notes
timezone: gmt-4 [ eastern daylight time ]
pov style: detailed 1st pov, sometimes third pov
writing style: para on most occasions. multipara is not out of the question either. but as long as the plot is good, and we're having a good time, length does not matter.
genre preferences: slice of life, drama, comedy
other business: i'm not always going to be online all 24 hours as i have other things to attend to, but i will be sure to be on and get back to your inquiries or invitations to rp.
our stories. | plots
*plots can be changed or altered if needed.
plot title | out of my comfort zone
male/female | both
genres | slice of life (very open ended plot)
availability | open ( 0 / 4 )
my efforts to become a more open ended individual is at a standstill with myself always in between thoughts and juggling activities only to drop them. my poor commitment intrigues you. you're one of my better friends after all, although you're appropriately in a state of worry as i seldom contact you just because that's my way of living. you're here as the impartial judge, the catalyst in my ongoing lifestyle. i want you to find activities for me, and i will commit to it. maybe we can do them together.
plot title | zero seconds
male/female | both
genres | drama, angst
availability | open ( 1 / 3 )
i don't trust myself to make my own tea. it's always either too sweet, too sour, or my best was simply not put into it. that's why i frequent at the local cafe, and the seven minute walk doubles as a gateway to more social endeavors that could potentially snowball into something more personal. i track my gaze over, and nearly every seat is one i bounce over, as it's packed that day. i bring myself over to one of the few vacant seats, one that's just across from you and your line of vision. i sit, but i'm myself, wanting to spark a conversation about our lives outside of the cafe as tiny raindrops came to manifest among the window glass. my tea was perfect, neither too sweet or too sour, really humbling my prowess as a self-made tea connoisseur. we talk, and eventually segway to the topic of our respective parents. my father's hardword of course is able to spill out of my lips, taking precedence of the conversation for quite some time, all while i was extending the talk to avoid one particular topic. but then you opened up about the motherly figures in your life, or lackthereof. it all sounded surreal, even though there was a part of my life were i knew what having a mother was like. in hand my tea quivered considerably. please bear with me as i divulge, in confidence, with you about what happened to my mother.
plot title | digit danger
male/female | both
genres | Any (very open ended)
availability | open ( 0 / 2 )
when we were kids, we'd play all sorts of games construed and constructed from our very own imaginations. this one was our favorite, "Digit Danger". Very simple really - it was an ongoing game, and we'd tell each other or notify each other by text a number, and the number of digits the number contained signified a level of distress or danger either one of us might be in. it doesnt matter what the number is, it's the number of digits that counts. for example, a one digit number like 1 or 4 or 7, is something very mild. like maybe you stubbed your toe, or you got a paper cut. a two digit number like 45 or 81 is something a bit more stress worthy and we can discuss it. this includes maybe you're going through a slump at work, or just are feeling a bit down. three digit numbers like 485 or 962 signal an immediate danger, and either one of us should probably be on the alert as soon as possible. if either one of us needs to be attended to, we should abide by it. only rarely did we use three digit numbers, and our bond grew as we talked over numerous two digit situations. as kids, we'd use digit danger in tandem with many other games just to spice up the playfulness of it all.
we're now fully grown adults and we haven't seen each other for some time. we still text each other small one digit numbers and have laughs about the various situations we ran into in our lives away from the other.
one day, you text me a six digit number.
plot title | The king falls
male/female | both
genres | drama, angst
availability | open ( 0 / 2 )
there's drama in the locker room. and apparently one of our star basketball players is being accused of using performance enhancers to strengthen his game. you are a good friend of his, and we could really benefit from you testifying in his favor. as the assistant coach, i must be impartial, but a part of me can't help but take our player's side, as he's been the most loyal and right minded person among the entire team. we meet at a place of your choice, and conduct an interview with you to put the pieces together. at this time, evidence is inadequate to follow through with the allegations that he is indeed using the performance enhancers. however, what happened between us during the interview really turned the tide of the investigation.
plot title | the meetup
male/female | female
genres | slice of life
availability | open ( 0 / 1 )
i'm 25 and single, yes, but i am also a grown man. i wish i hadn't told my father that. he's a self proclaimed love genie, his degree is how well he's finessed girls in high school before he met my mother. my father knows of my escapades to better myself socially, so his bright idea is to set us up on a date, even though we're clearly not seeing eye to eye on it. my father and your parents are loving it, however. i have my own idea though - let's mess with them. say we're already planning on getting married after the first date, or maybe we tell them that you're already pregnant. something to showcase our dismay at the idea and then some.
one day, you text me a six digit number.
plot title | The king falls
male/female | both
genres | drama, angst
availability | open ( 0 / 2 )
there's drama in the locker room. and apparently one of our star basketball players is being accused of using performance enhancers to strengthen his game. you are a good friend of his, and we could really benefit from you testifying in his favor. as the assistant coach, i must be impartial, but a part of me can't help but take our player's side, as he's been the most loyal and right minded person among the entire team. we meet at a place of your choice, and conduct an interview with you to put the pieces together. at this time, evidence is inadequate to follow through with the allegations that he is indeed using the performance enhancers. however, what happened between us during the interview really turned the tide of the investigation.
plot title | the meetup
male/female | female
genres | slice of life
availability | open ( 0 / 1 )
i'm 25 and single, yes, but i am also a grown man. i wish i hadn't told my father that. he's a self proclaimed love genie, his degree is how well he's finessed girls in high school before he met my mother. my father knows of my escapades to better myself socially, so his bright idea is to set us up on a date, even though we're clearly not seeing eye to eye on it. my father and your parents are loving it, however. i have my own idea though - let's mess with them. say we're already planning on getting married after the first date, or maybe we tell them that you're already pregnant. something to showcase our dismay at the idea and then some.
plot title | sweating blood, coughing tears
male/female | both
genres | action, comedy
availability | Open ( 0 / 2 )
you're excitable to say the least. you finally have decided to hire a personal trainer. although i'm not well versed in proper etiquette of the profession, i do know a lot about the gym. it's the off season for me, and i could use the extra time and money to go out and explore. you hired me because of my resume and experience, but not because of my work style. when it comes to physical fitness, i am merciless, and it becomes a little bit more than you can handle. keep up, hotshot.
male/female | both
genres | action, comedy
availability | Open ( 0 / 2 )
you're excitable to say the least. you finally have decided to hire a personal trainer. although i'm not well versed in proper etiquette of the profession, i do know a lot about the gym. it's the off season for me, and i could use the extra time and money to go out and explore. you hired me because of my resume and experience, but not because of my work style. when it comes to physical fitness, i am merciless, and it becomes a little bit more than you can handle. keep up, hotshot.