All You Need
TYPICAL INFORMATION:
Muse Name: Woo Sunghyun (Kevin)
Muse Band/Solo/Occupation: U-Kiss
Muse's Journal: ohfluffyou
Muse's AIM: # ohfluffyou
CHARACTER INFORMATION:
Name: Woo Sunghyun / Kevin Woo
Nickname: Kevin, Kev, Vin, Kevisha, Gurl
Age/Date of birth: 18 / November 25
Grade: Alumnus (Incoming College Freshman)
Relatives: Mother, father, older sister, cousin Jihae, other relatives open for plotting
Themesong: Geisha - Shit'n On You Hoe
Group Cliché: Gays (Gets Stuffed in Lockers)
Individual Cliché: The kid with the gay lisp that dresses like and passes for a girl at pep rallies.
Ten True Facts and a secret:
1. I'm made of Korean parts with American engineering.
Both my parents are Korean, but I was born and raised in the United States. Sometime during middle school I claimed to be gay and that it's okay because I'm American, and my parents freaked the fuck out. To ensure that I remember my roots and my morals, they sent me to live in Seoul with my aunt. I've been here since my freshman year, and I love this place.
2. Hundred percent sass, bitch!
No nuclear physics necessary -- it's hella easy to tell that I'm gay. I'm really vocal about it, and I sashay my hips like no one's business. Don't like it? Take a seat with the rest of the bitches waiting for me to give a fuck.
3. The truth? You're cute, your boyfriend's hot, and I think you're a whiny little tampon head.
Brutal honesty is my specialty. Whenever anyone asks me for my op-- actually, fuck asking, I'd give you my opinion anyway. You're welcome.
4. They didn't hear it from me.
Oh, but they did. Now I wouldn't talk about really serious, major secrets. Those are safe. But if I learn about cute or funny not-too-serious stuff, like you having a crush on someone, or that your designer purse is fake, expect the whole school to learn about it within the day.
5. Umma's here, baby.
I tend to mother hen on my friends. Spoil them rotten and shit. I'm protective as hell, too. Anyone who hurts my babies will face my wrath. That can come in many forms; it isn't always physical, but it's always damaging.
6. When I get all steamed up, hear me shout.
Whether I'm happy or pissed off, I can get really loud. That being said, it's not hard to annoy me and make me threaten to cut a bunch of hos, but I get over most things quickly. Suppose we ever do fight, back the fuck up, gimme some time to bitch, then maybe we can talk.
7. You're getting the cold shoulder from me? Don't bother.
Y'know, I really fucking hate passive aggressive bitches, so I try not to be like that, but if I stop talking, chances are I've stopped caring. And when I stop caring, it's not easy for me to give a shit again.
8. House work? Bane of my existence.
It's not that I don't like doing housework. I like chores, even, but chores absolutely hate me. More than once have I almost burned the kitchen down, mix white laundry with the colored ones, and scorched holes through clothes while trying to press them. I won't give up trying. To whoever I live with, that might be bad news.
9. Kids, kids, kids!
I work at a daycare center, and I love. my. job. The kids I look after make me forget about any burden I carry on my shoulders and in my chest. It could be the closest thing I have to having children at all, but I'm not complaining. I adore my kids so much.
10. Jesus Christ does not hate Tinky Winky.
It isn't common knowledge, but I don't deny being Christian. I pray before and after meals, attend Sunday mass, and read the Bible. Being gay and Christian sounds like an oxymoron to others, but I see nothing wrong with it.
00. But you, you're not allowed, you're uninvited.
I got disowned when my family found out about me getting a boyfriend and making my sexual orientation official. As a result, my aunt kicked me out, so I'm technically a constantly unaccompanied minor. My official place of residence is an apartment I pay part of the rent for, but lately I've been staying with friends. I've been drifting from one open door to another, one open heart to the next.
Writing sample:
Under moving lights, Kevin grinned at the stranger he was dancing with. Both of them enjoyed their movements, every smooth curve they drew, every rough encounter of skin, cloth-covered and bare. He smiled at the firm grip the other man had on his hips, at the sultry gaze running all over him, at Dasom's partner's hands sliding down her-
"What the fuck." Kevin breathed, pushing his partner to the side. Shit. Dasom was getting groped. Without another word, he shoved at his partner, not knowing and not caring where this guy would end up, as long as he was out of the way. He then pushed against the crowd and marched toward Dasom and her partner. Clearing his throat, he spoke in the manliest voice he could muster.
"Get your hands off her."
The other guy got the hint and let Dasom go, leaving Kevin to drag the girl away from the crowd. With his arm still draped over her nape, they arrived at the bar area, and he could no longer contain the burst of laughter that bubbled in his stomach. "Oh my God, guuurrl," he howled between gasps for breath. The pitch in his voice was back to normal, distinct curl at the end of his syllables present again.