Hyun-Joon Myung
Quiet;
Complete and utter silence, no noise being heard
BACKSTORY
Hyun-Joon Myung didn't grow up with a fancy house or money. He grew up in Guryong Village, a shantytown within the wealthy Gangnam district of Seoul. Growing up poor is one thing; having to deal with missing out on your childhood is another. Normal kids had a mother and father, two loving parents who provided for their offspring; Hyun-Joon had an older man to care for him. Although not horrible, all he needed was a mother.
Hyun-Joon Myung was born on December 17, 20XX. At birth, he weighed an unstable 4 pounds and 7 ounces. He was tiny, and it was very prominent. He was born amid a blizzard, reaching cold temperatures before he was even twenty-four hours old. His parents had been in contact with people in Seoul. Hyun-Joon's plan was already set out for him; His parents would sneak him over the border quickly and quietly during the snowstorm, ensuring they weren't caught. His foster parents would then "stumble" upon a baby and raise them as their own. However, plans don't always go the way people envision them.
His biological parents secretly met with a guard, someone they had had contact with in the past. Sliding the border patrol a hefty amount of cash, he cradled Hyun-Joon in his arms. Although it was a longer walk, the male ensured the child was warm and safe. Everyone there knew how hard it was for a child to be born in North Korea, let alone grow up there. The guard walked for what felt like hours, but Hyun-Joon had fallen asleep to the rocking and the male's warmth. The darling newborn, and yet not a sound came out of him. After arriving at a hidden and broken-down border area, the male had taken the baby past, now in South Korea. After walking more miles, the guard found the "Safety box," made explicitly for situations like this one. He placed the sleeping child in the box, wrapping him up in the scarf he had been wearing under his militant gear. Shutting the door to the box left the guard with an overwhelming feeling of guilt and despair. Waiting, for what seemed like hours in a terrifying, loud, and frigid snowstorm, Hyun-Joon cried. He let out a beckoning cry for his mother, for someone to save him.
Minutes turned to hours, turned into a day. Hyun-Joon was hungry, tired, cranky, and uncomfortable. He was soiled, covered in his own secretions. He was cold, fighting the brink of death. His sobs and cries turned into incoherent sounds. He was weak; everything about him was. Although unexpected, a bright light and a rush of snowy wind were whipped onto his face. A gentle, caring voice has graced his ears. Rather incomprehensible, baby Hoon-Joon has a sense of hope inside of him. With what strength the baby had left in him, he clung to the hand that reached out to him.
The woman who was now swaddling him carried him for a few minutes, climbing until she reached her little house. Despite being tiny, the house was warm and welcoming. The woman had prepared some warm milk for the newborn child. She cradled Hyun-Joon in her arms and fed him the milk from the bottle. The milk was gone rather quickly. The woman changed the child's clothing, as well as his diaper. She was caring; however, this wasn't his permanent fix.
Going from house to house on a day-to-day basis, Hyun-Joon was confused by the different touches. His newborn self couldn't comprehend the different woman's touches. Every day, it was three to four different people, different voices, different feelings. And baby Hyun-Joon couldn't understand one second of it.
This continued for a solid week; Travel time, a house, sleep, and repeat. While still an infant, it was overwhelming during the first week of life. Each trip and movement would cause a crying fit out of Hyun-Joon. Hysterical, and useless. There was nothing he could do but cry.
Everything changed for him when he settled down. Hyun-Joon had traveled over 100 KM to reach Guryong Village. He was handed off to an older man who would care for any children the town had come across. The city had named this male "Yeonggam," and everyone called him that.
Hyun-Joon wasn't supposed to be kept in a washed-up village like this; He was meant for something greater, a town like Chungcheong Province. He was supposed to be raised in a luxury penthouse, with two loving parents and a few siblings. However, Yeonggam grew fond of the child's quietness and sent off another baby he was fostering.
Although having a sheet of paper attached to his personal items, his guardian referred to him as "Aegi" when growing up. Yeonggam would only use his name when he did something wrong, or in his guardian's case, something 'dishonorable.'
The shantytown Hyun-Joon spent his entire childhood in wasn't fancy, and it sure as hell wasn't nice. The weather was harsh there, as fires were extremely prone. Food was scarce, as was any material. The houses were worn down and small. They each consisted of 4 poorly made walls, a roof that was about to collapse, and any soft material that could be used to make some sort of mattress. Clothing wasn't easy to receive either. Hyun-Joon often wore the same outfit until he grew out of it. The community was small, but extremely tight-knit. They all supported each other and supported the idea of getting this kid out of this community. Everyone was hopeful this kid was going to go places.
While he didn't have any flash cards, Yeonggam spent countless hours every day teaching his adopted son any bit of Korean he could. He made sure to speak to Hyun-Joon every time he was awake, telling him old Korean folk stories. While Yeonggam couldn't read or write, he was a good teacher. To make sure his son succeeded, he asked some of the younger folk in the village to help Hyun-Joon be able to read, write, and speak it. While he excelled at writing and reading, he didn't say much growing up. That night, when he was a child, he permanently damaged his larynx. Occasionally, he would let out small bursts of Korean words to impress his father. Although he did not speak a lot, he could speak Korean fluently. He was a smart kid, especially with learning.
His speech got a bit better as he got older, as did his other stats. On his sixteenth birthday, the village had saved enough money to get Hyun-Joon out of the shantytown. He was confused; he didn't know what his 'family' had meant. His father explained that the entire village had been saving for him to get out of there ever since he was a newborn. That day, he had said the most words in years. He softly muttered, "Thank you, I love and care for all of you."
That day, he was instructed to take all the money his family had earned and walk to the nearest airport. They had calculated the price of a one-way ticket to Karakura, Japan, and extra expenses such as clothing, food, and leisure items. His family wanted Hyun-Joon to return to them when he was more well-off.
Although nervous and unaware of the outside world, Hyun-Joon set off on an adventure to Karakura. His father instructed him to never look back at the village. He obeyed, but worried about how life would be inside the town without him peacefully overseeing all of it.
PERSONALITY
Quiet, content, and reserved. Three verbs used to describe him.
He's not talkative, but he is a big listener. Talking resorts in physical pain for him. He's used to listening, it's all he does.
APPEARANCE
His hair appears white, although it is a very pale blond. His hair is straight and thin, taken very good care of. His hair is short, very short.
"Hair holds memories depending on the length."
His eyes appear doe-like. They can appear emotionless and dull. His beautiful brown eyes show care and contentment with life.
"Eyes are the windows to the soul."
His skin is pale, extremely pale. His cheeks turn very rosy, especially when it's cold out.
"Pale skin is a result of horrid emotion regulation."
He is short and thin. Being raised malnourished didn't help with this problem.
"His body needs to consume more food."
inspo creds for this go to @moour_nm !!
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