9th march, 1993.
sei wasn't needed.
his father is gone, and his mother only bears him for 9 months just because she doesn't want to commit a sin. but little that she knows that sei rather her to get an abortion, that way he will never wake up into this fucked up world.
28th febuary, 1997
being left alone at home once he came back from the day care is what sei accustomed to, but the worst thing is, it's always his sister that cares, it's always his sister who feed him, look after him, and sadly, she's the only mother figure in his life. she would never leave him alone, but she's too busy running for jobs to pay for his food, for his own good.
sei took the time to wonder around the large empty box that they called a house, fiddling with his sister's pen and her spare notebook, scrawling the most shittiest handwriting ever known to mankind. revising abc's and 123's, trying to satisfy his own boredom just because his mother doesn't allow him to turn on the television.
14th april, 2003
sei never liked his mother's new husband's face. it's filled with filth, and the fact that he has more wives than he should grosses sei out. they've moved to south korea with a better house and television occupying him 24/7. sure, it was all new to a young boy like him; his life changes drastically as there's suddenly maids bowing to him calling him 'young master' and all that. his bed is too big for his pale feet to even reach makes him clenched his fist in confusion. he is too young to understand all this, yet he's unhappy. unhappy at the fact that his mother tries to forced feed him affection whenever her husband is aroundyet abuses him up when her husband isn't around. money is constantly threw around for him to leave whenever his mother doesn't want to see his face, and sei could only stare down at the money, not knowing what to do with it.
instead, he just kept a stash of it inside his shoebox, under his bed.
3rd march, 2006
being abandoned since adolescent made sei had that independent aura around him. he finally learnt how to love his life. and because no one cares, sei is free to do whatever he wants.
he no longer lived in his old home, as his mother convinced her husband to "get them a separate house, darling." and some shitty excuses that sei didn't even bother to listen.
he's perfectly fine alone with his older sister, thank you very much.
29th september, 2008
apparently, getting A+ on all his papers doesn't do shit. his mother still turn her back on him, and he realises that acting goody goody will never came into her attention. (like he would admit that.) and that's when he decides to hang out with the wrong crowd. faking such goody expression that his sister believes him so well. (she never smelt that shit on him, only the huskiest scent of cologne he sprayed on, lingering about just before he came and knocking on the front door, the taste of bubblegum never so fresh inside his mouth.)
2nd december, 2009
the kid changed. from tucked shirt to loosened attire, necktie carelessly around his neck, as his arrogant attitude rules the school. "where's the innocent sei?" they'd say, and sei would smirk, blowing the toxic cloud of smoke in their face. he still leads a normal life, with basketball, parties (almost every week), and travelling way downtown just to try the latest trends. companies starts rolling over to sei's house. with a ring on his doorbell, he'd be blessed with temporal love.
he doesn't mind all the companies that came to him during his lonely times. with the ringing of his call, they'd come knocking on his door. the soft kisses down his spine always makes him feel better about himself, as it reminds him that he isn't completely alone in his own world.
23 August, 2014
if it weren't for his noona, whom worked in the entertainment industry, then he wouldn't be here sitting in a yellow studio blurting out words with occasional lame jokes, talking to himself as he reads out his listener's messages. yes, he works as Seoul's most listened radio's dj. (smooth.fm is what they called, only because sei's voice is smooth as a ballad, and sweetest as sugar.) it wasn't his dream job, but he's fine with it nevertheless. husky voice speaking into the mic, with the click of his mouse double click the trendiest songs to play it, broadcasting it for the general public to listen. livestreamers who clicked in just to see his handsome face, along with the famous idols sitting in circles, getting them to do that typical free style rap introducing to their new album, or playing games to get the listeners laughed along with his funny remarks; and quite honestly, he earned more free signed cds more than he couldn't imagined, and yes, sometimes he sold it for extra money when his wallet went empty, ending up wasting that cash on packs of cigarettes and bottles of alcohols to occasionally cooling himself down from his aching anxieties.
present
after experiencing an incident he had never imagined he would ever, sei has changed for the better- well, that's what he thinks anyways. the male has toned down his recklessness, but his mind is still as sharp as ever. he had gotten a deal from his senior to sign into a hip hop entertainment company. now sitting on top of a throne with a macbook on his lap, he produced all kinds of beats and sells it away as a side hobby. incomes are starting to rolling in, and that's when he moved away from his old house. despite now living in an apartment, his bed positions inside the studio, against the counter, in front of his laptop.
verse:oc. will only think of the real min yoongi as a lookalike.
18+ content. mun and muse are both of age. i however don't really reblog triggering things unless applied to my muse at the time. most explicit content will most probably from the content of my jumbled mess of words.
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“Look, I know I messed up real bad,” she said, finally lifting her head off the table and looking up at the male sitting in front of her. It must’ve been really bad if she’s actually admitting it. “I’m sorry. Now please, stop lecturing me for god’s sake.”
yoongi was furious, the frown that glued on his forehead said so. “are you just saying that to make me happy, so i would leave quickly?” he huffed, slumping his back against the chair. “that word from your mouth isn’t sincere enough. fixed it up and i’ll leave you alone.”
