I am involved in a freedom ride protesting the loss of the minority rights belonging to the few remaining earthbound stars. All we demanded was our right to twinkle ★ ★ ★

(i want to play pretend.) seunghyun has, truthfully, been doing drugs for years already. he started with a blunt his father gave him at thirteen, and it escalated quickly in the span of just a couple of years. an overdose scare with a little too much heroin on his fifteenth birthday has quickly taken him back down, and weed's about the only thing he does now, though he still puts on a front that he's taking the more hardcore drugs. seunghyun suffered another overdose this year, and has since gone completely clean. no drugs, no drinking, no cigarettes.

(that number's come and past.) seunghyun started school a little younger then most students, but he was held back and repeated freshman year, so it all balanced out in the end. he should really be a junior this year, and would have, if he had actually bothered doing any work the year before.

(you were always too sexual.) the thing with having a rocker for a dad? sometimes he lives up to all the hype, and groupies became an every day thing in your life. seunghyun lost his virginity at fourteen, to one of his father's groupies. ever since then, he's become rather jaded from the whole thing, and puts no value in sex whatsoever. but he concedes that with the right person, it can mean everything.

(that little boy smile don't mean a thing).seunghyun plays big and bad, but he's only human. he's soft when he feels safe, and people that are close to him can see the little smile he still has.

(your two left feet will carry you on.) seunghyun is perpetually haunted by invisible triplines. he trips over thin air, runs into doors, knocks down things if they're not nailed down. he has no clue where he gets it from, because he's never seen his parents be so ungraceful. maybe it was just a phase. seunghyun's not quite so clumsy anymore.

(daddy is a rock n' roller.) seunghyun's father is a famous musician, the vocalist and guitarist for one of korea's most successful rock bands to date, strength of fists. also known as jukang, short for 주먹의 강도. (they're on buhwal level, easily.) they hit huge in the eighties, and they're still going strong, even if the k-pop idol scene is slowly pushing them to the side. they're kind of korea's version of the big-name american 80s and 90s band, complete with drugs, sex, and groupies.

(she said no, i can't take it anymore.) seunghyun's parents divorced earlier this year, right after seunghyun's birthday and his overdose accident. his mother just couldn't take it anymore- nearly seeing her only son die because of his father was the last straw. seunghyun lives with her, as his father is now nearly always gone for touring. | after a series of incidents, seunghyun moved in with his father. the man is still mostly never around, though. | seunghyun's mother passed away in may, and seunghyun now lives alone.

(my wonderland of wonders, don't let it fade away.) seunghyun is an aspiring painter, the talent having passed on from his mother. he paints best when high, of course, and has created entire worlds that span countless canvases. the attic of their home is his studio, and it's nearly bursting at the seams with his work. | all his artwork takes up the top floor of his apartment, along with his bedroom and a bathroom. seunghyun's back to having his attic studio, but he hasn't painted anything in months.

(put your body upon the gears and upon the wheels.) contrary. a contrary little brat. seunghyun has a horrible habit of going against what people tell him, just because he can. tell him to slow down and he'll speed up, tell him to sleep and he'll stay awake, tell him to duck and he'll stand. he's been doing it for so long that it's just reflexive now, a defense mechanism of sorts to keep people irritated at him and keep from getting too close. and he rarely means it.

(that happily ever after was never ours to reach.) despite his flaws and his imperfections, seunghyun really isn't a hard person to get along with. he's usually all smiles, quick retorts and hugs and kisses on cheeks. he's a little quirky (it'd be strange if he weren't), and his imagination is soaring, but he's not a bad person. he's loyal and sweet, though lazy and laid-back and never really motivated to do anything. a friend for life, if you'll have him.


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(please don't tell the doctor; i've forgotten my pills.) seunghyun's "accidental" heroin overdose wasn't accidental at all. he was severely depressed all through freshman year, mostly due to his less-then-perfect family life, and it all became too much. he shot up more than he was supposed to at an attempt to kill himself, but a friend walked in just in time and he was rushed to the hospital. seunghyun's still not sure if he's happy he survived, but he holds those thoughts tightly to himself and doesn't let anyone know. seunghyun's happy he survived.

his fingers shook. seunghyun raised bleary eyes to take in the room at large - a party room at the back of an exclusive club, rented out for his sixteenth birthday, filled to the brim with people. he realized he didn't know anyone. they were all his father's friends, his father's fans, his father's girlfriends. the girl sitting beside him was already pissed, her head lolling against his shoulder, the boy on his other side was pushing the bright blue syringe into seunghyun's hand. the boy's eyes were overly bright, but the dark circles under them seemed to stretch endlessly downwards.

is it really like this? always like this?

seunghyun's head pounded, his world spun, and he looked around the room again. it was so fucking cliched, but he'd really never felt so alone before in his life.

he curled his fingers around the syringe, and the boy with the nightmare-bright eyes smiled.

seunghyun had already shot up twice; his fingers shook as he pressed the needle to his skin. and suddenly he felt like he wanted to cry. hopeless. he felt absolutely hopeless. he imagined doing this every birthday, every holiday, every weekend for the rest of his life: his parents screaming in the background, filthy whoreish groupies touching him and undressing him, people smiling but never really looking, words being said but no one ever hearing what was being said, the music pounding louder and louder, the lights spinning on and on and on and on and no end ever in sight and-

he pushed.