cho haneul

sleep on stardust and dine on bits of moon

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FULL NAME: cho haneul
NICKNAME: hannie
SEX/PRONOUNS: male, he/him
BIRTHDAY/AGE: august 17, 1995
BIRTHPLACE: seoul, south korea
RESIDENCE: dahlia avenue 12-A (with han eunjae)
BLOOD TYPE: B
ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: homoromantic
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: homosexual
OCCUPATION: wannabe writer at flaunt it
FINANCIAL STATUS: middle-class but a total cheapskate
RELATIONSHIP STATUS: too busy tending to virtual cows and chickens

PHYSICAL HEALTH: lean and fit, always tired
MENTAL HEALTH: bipolar disorder
DRINK/SMOKE/DRUGS: yes / no / no
FEARS: acrophobia (heights)
LANGUAGES: korean (native), english (fluent), bullshit (fluent), japanese (conversational), french (basic)
UNI MAJOR: communications and journalism
SPORTS: dabbled in basketball, soccer, volleyball, snowboarding, and track
HABITS: swearing, binge-drinking (alcohol and coffee), sleeping in
SOCIAL MEDIA: @haneulfarm

ZODIAC SIGN: leo
MBTI TYPE: istp - the crafter
HOGWARTS HOUSE: slytherin
MORAL ALIGNMENT: chaotic neutral
ENNEAGRAM: 4w3 - the enthusiast / individualist

( + ) outgoing, witty, humorous, charming, creative, reliable, realistic, affectionate
( / ) ambivert, straightforward, meticulous, versatile, outspoken
( - ) snide, irritable, insecure, unmotivated, distracted, defiant, short-tempered

HOBBIES: sleeping twenty hours a day, reading horror/thrillers, playing stardew valley on his laptop, playing gacha and restaurant games on his phone, getting drunk, disrupting the peace, drowning in existential dread
LIKES: coffee (cafe au lait, flat white), alcohol (tequila, fancy cocktails), white bread, literature (horror, thrillers, mythology), the smell of new books, shitty mobile games, farming simulators, showtunes, 8-hour naps
DISLIKES: being awake, being alive, being late, children, noise music

HEIGHT: 178cm / 5'10
WEIGHT: 54kg / 119lbs
EYE COLOR: brown
HAIRSTYLE: cropped, with side bangs
HAIR COLOR: dark brown
PIERCING/S: none
TATTOO/S: none
MARKS: mole on his cheek and neck
SCAR/S: left knee from soccer, right elbow when he tripped a few years back
FASHION STYLE: comfortable - loose shirts, button-ups, sweatshirts, cardigans, oversized sweaters, ripped jeans, sneakers
FACECLAIM: yoon jeonghan (seventeen)

QUICK FACTS

i will get to this soon istg

BACKGROUND

tw: abuse, mental illness

as seasons change, haneul stays the same.

born to emotionally unavailable parents, and growing up with a narcissistic younger brother who his parents constantly doted on, haneul had never known what it's like to have peace – in his home, in his mind.

there's always screaming in the evening, just around the time his father got home from working overtime, an excuse to avoid his parental responsibilities. on some occasions, haneul and his brother were graced with stage-whispers from downstairs between married people who had fallen out of love years ago.

...staying together for the two of you.

sometimes, when his mother was feeling extra agitated and haneul answered her question with a tone that's just a little too flat, too rude, she'd rush over and grab him by the hair, drag him outside of their house yelling about how disrespectful he was, unappreciative of everything she's done for the family.

ungrateful little shit.

haneul was tired, to say the least – had always been.

ever since he's learned how to turn a page, he's always had his nose in a book. fortunately for him, his father was an avid reader, so he never had to worry about the cost of their household's growing collection of novels.

it's easy to say that he's relied heavily on fiction his whole life as a form of escape from the cruel reality he had to face upon waking up each and every day.

regardless, they weren't rich by any means, but haneul had a knack for saving up his allowance while his brother spent all of his on robots and candy.

when it was time to choose majors and universities to attend to, haneul had no other choice but to follow through with what he knew best: writing.

which he did – the whole time at gwangchae university, after falling in love with the school's writing programs, choosing journalism to kick off his adult life.

for the first two and a half years after graduating, haneul held multiple writing jobs in different fields: advertising, newspaper, tv and radio.

his heart was never in any of it, forcing him to leave each company with a cloud of uncertainty looming over his head. the concern was never his output, having had a natural talent with words, but his lack of drive and motivation.

after seeing the open door for growth in gwangchae, haneul decided to move out, his parents agreeing to fund the first half-year rent (because financial support definitely makes up for the childhood nightmare) of his stylish but relatively affordable apartment – a place his frugal ass chose himself.

but now he needed a new job.

when he applied as a writer for flaunt it, as esteemed fashion and entertainment magazine, haneul thought this would end the same – on an extremely lackluster and disappointing note. after all, he did email his application at two in the morning after a sudden rush of mania and anxiety about his dismal future.

he didn't expect to get the job in the first place, knowing very little about the fashion industry. but he was an extremely fast learner, and found himself enjoying this new career path immensely – more than he ever expected.

surprisingly enough, haneul has been working under flaunt it for two years now.

to this day, there's still never a quiet moment – and he prefers the sound of celestial bodies ringing in his ears than the tormenting voices that tell him to stay awake for another forty-eight hours.

when he’s awake at an ungodly hour of the morning with nothing to do but stare at the ceiling, and the novelty of farming simulators has worn off, he sits up and scours through his never-ending pile of unread books for a page-turning thriller.

other times, he opens up his laptop and types types types nonsense into an open document, trying to hold onto words that he feels like he lost.

PLOTS

note: because there are a fuckton of plots here, some are gender-specific ( m / f ), age-specific, and career-specific; but we can easily tweak them!

pre-established

➟ in my life [m]: the close friend he’s hopelessly in love with. would be worse if you were straight or already in love with someone else. he’s been hinting about it for awhile, but because he’s a liar, you may never know.
(henrik hwang-magnussen)

➟ for good: the best friend for-fucking-ever. you’re either both fucked up, or the one who’s trying to pull him together. either way, you’re the only person who knows everything about him, and he will always have your back
(lee yeona)

➟ as long as you're mine: you’re always together, plus way too comfortable and affectionate with each other. people always mistake you for a couple, but you are far from it. still, you just go with it because it’s fun (hwang hyunjin)

➟ what is this feeling? i hate you, and you hate me back. there might be a whole deep backstory to it, or we're both just petty little shits.

➟ take me or leave me: friendly competition is always healthy. maybe a former classmate, coworker, or friend - we both have the similar set of skills, and try to outdo each other every chance we get. (moon daeyoung)

➟ not while i’m around: a younger sibling figure that brings out my parental instincts. cute and innocent that i want to protect or rebellious that i always scold - you’re one of the few people who easily bring out the best in him. i may need a few lectures from you every now and then (zean jung)

➟ anything goes [m]: you asked me out to dinner/movie and i’m not sure if this is considered a date because i’m not really sure you’re queer but you could just be really friendly but you’re honestly really cute help me out here

➟ bad idea [m]: we've established that being together is an extremely bad idea (for reasons we can discuss), but this is just a fling so it's fine, right?

➟ [f] you know i’m gay af so you ask me to pretend to be your date for this one thing thinking it won’t be a problem and you swear it’ll be fun and that you owe me big time and i actually ended up enjoying myself so thanks

situational

➟ drink with me: two lonely drunk people. this night could get better. you want to stay in and get boring, or you want to head out and fuck shit up? (ahn jinae)

➟ cell block tango: i don’t know you very well but we fucked up so bad at one party that now we’re in a holding cell together waiting for our friends to bail us out (moon ara)

➟ you’re a really (shitty) expressive dancer and, with your exaggerated arm movements, you elbow me in the face as i walk through the dance floor and now my nose is bleeding and i think you broke it (noh himchan)

➟ there’s this creepy dude/persistent lady hitting on me at the bar, and it's painfully obvious that i am uncomfortable, so you decide to rescue me

➟ this isn’t fucking seventh grade why the fuck are we stuck in a closet together and expected to makeout for the next ten minutes

➟ i didn't plan it: it’s a costume party, and we’re in matching ones (eg. the joker/harley quinn, prince/princess, etc), and people think it’s adorable and ask for pictures a lot and it’s not so bad so we end up hanging out the whole night

➟ i do morning coffee runs everyday and we're not exactly looking at where you’re going so now my flesh is burning and i’m about to head to work smelling like spilled coffee and totally empty-handed what the fuck

➟ let it go: it’s late and i’m passing by the convenience store to grab something to eat/drink, and it’s the last one, but you’re also grabbing for it and i’m willing to fight you off, you’re going to have to pry this item from my cold dead hands

➟ it takes two [f]: we’re a really messed up pair of cheapskates so we decided to have some fun and fake a proposal to get free food (hirai momo)

➟ when he sees me [m]: we get set-up on a blind date because, well, you’re gay, i’m gay, and you know how it is when we’re both the only gay people they know, but hey wow i’m actually having a lot of fun do you want to hang out some more? (jasper liu)

professions

➟ retail/cashier: i can feel you silently judging me because of my purchases but i swear lord jesus these are not for what you think they are

➟ florist: i was ordered to buy gifts for guests, and my genius higher-ups decided at the very last minute that it would be a good idea to decide on the last minute to get them on baskets of flowers, and now i need your help

➟ florist: flowers are supposed to mean something, right? so, yes, i want flowers that mean this very cryptics and specific thing and yes, i am absolutely serious

➟ barista: i have been coming into the coffee shop at around the same time for the last few days, and ordering so much coffee in a span of a few hours, and now you’re very concerned about the amount of caffeine i’m taking in (isla cho)

➟ barista: because i’m always in a hurry every time i do my morning coffee runs, i never notice your advances, so this time you get my coffee orders wrong just so i’d have to talk to you again and since i’m late i’m just TO HELL WITH IT

➟ bartender: it’s been a wild night, so i decide to mix it up a bit more and ask you to concoct a new drink from the ingredients i’m listing out for you, and it turns out to be absolutely disgusting that i end up falling off of my seat laughing.

OUT OF TEQUILA COFFEE

hello there, friend!

you can call me cherry. my timezone is gmt+8.

i am 21+ and have absolutely zero triggers because i have seen some shit. so i am definitely open to just about any type of plot.

i work full-time and do freelance at the side, so i can be slow at times, but rest assured i will get to you! if i haven't replied to your message in a few days, please feel free to hit me up again (and i am truly sorry). as for threads, give me a little nudge when i don't reply in a week.

i am excited to be here and my goal is to plot with everyone! #justtrytofuckingstopme