logging in here is so surreal???
January 7th, 2015 marked the beginning of this blog and now two years and one month (plus a little more) later, on February 16th, 2017, I’m marking the end of this blog.
As much as I love Brandon as a character and how much I’ve been able to develop his story throughout my time here, some things just aren’t meant to be. I tried continuously to come back but unfortunately it seems that my muse for Brandon has disappeared. He was originally created so I, as the mun, could explore what it was like to write a muse that worked within the South Korean legal system but disagreed with many facets of it. Much research was put into a character like Brandon and despite him seeming like an average muse from an affluent family, he was so much more than that.
I’m ever grateful for the people that allowed me to write with them, who allowed Brandon to grow and develop not only as my muse, but as a person of his own. I won’t ramble on much longer but below the cut are those I want to thank the most.
one day i will be back
"I made you coffee, did you want some Aspirin?"
Never had there been a quicker head nod from him, his eyes closed and his index fingers rubbing his temple. The headache came out of nowhere and he could only attribute it to his lack of sleep, though he had pulled multiple all-nighters before. Perhaps what people said is true, that it gets harder to stay up once you get older but he doesn’t want to admit it, for he still has many years of late night work to get through. ❝Aspirin would be amazing. Not sure about the coffee though...pretty sure it’s sleep I need.❞ He opens his eyes and lets his hands fall down to his side on the couch he sat on, a faint silhouette of a smile on his lips. The smile is for Solar, a smile of thanks for taking care of him despite her most likely busy schedule.
"..Do you wanna do this again sometime, maybe?"- pony
His head hit the pillow not long before the question was posed, causing Brandon to turn his head to the side and raise a brow at the female who lay beside him. Does he want to do this again sometime? It had been good, there is no lie there and he had thoroughly enjoyed himself throughout the process but he isn’t one to be keen on repeat sex. He hadn’t been one to be keen on one night stands either but the aftermath of his sort-of-girlfriend disappearing had such a big effect on him that he suddenly didn’t care. He exhales a deep sigh before answering, knowing he is about to say something she may not like to hear. ❝Not in particular, no. Maybe if we meet again by chance, but I won’t actively seek you out.❞ He shrugs and offers an apologetic smile, it’s the least he can do.
"Good morning, hope you don't mind me borrowing your shirt.."
He hardly had a recollection of the happenings last night, it was all a blur to him. All Brandon knows is that he woke up with a dent in one of the two pillows he has in his bed (the one he doesn’t use and just has for comfort) and a new scent of perfume he doesn’t recognize. He’s rubbing his eyes as the morning rays seep through the blinds in his room, the sun bouncing off of the giant bookshelf he has displayed right beside his bed as well as his glass working desk. He sits up when a voice speaks, a female voice, a voice asking about one of his shirts. Blinking twice he is finally able to put a face to the voice, a face he very much enjoys looking at and he can tell that even when drunk, he makes no mistakes in choice of women. ❝I suppose I don’t since it seems to suit you so well.❞ He flashes her a smile and leans against the backboard of his bed, arms crossed at his chest. ❝Mind giving me a name to match the pretty face of yours?❞
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The Morning After Sentence Starters
"Get out, get out, get out, get out!"
"Do you remember anything from last night?"
"Why are you in my bed?"
"I'd offer you breakfast, but I think I'm too sore to move."
"So.. Was it good?"
"Who topped?"
"I thought you'd be gone by the time I woke up..."
"I should go."
"This didn't mean anything."
"We shouldn't have done this..."
"Of course I'm freaking out! You're my friend!"
"I'm guessing this was a one time thing?"
"Yeah, yeah, I know how this goes. I'll grab my clothes and get out of here."
"Good morning, hope you don't mind me borrowing your shirt.."
"I made you coffee, did you want some Aspirin?"
"This stays between us."
"Congratulations. You actually convinced me to sleep with you."
"Are you sneaking out on me?"
"So, how much for last night?"
"Holy shit! she's on her way over here right now, she/he CANNOT see you!"
"Don't answer it!"
"Do you have any idea how wrong this was?"
"We're cheaters. We're horrible people. Oh god my mother would be so ashamed of me right now."
"..Do you wanna do this again sometime, maybe?"
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♛ Fill in about the muse.
ᴋɪᴛᴄʜᴇɴ:
ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪs ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ’s ғᴀᴠᴏᴜʀɪᴛᴇ ғᴏᴏᴅ?: Having grown up with the best of the best and nothing less, many would assume Brandon’s tastes are nothing but high class. They wouldn’t be wrong per say, to assume such, for he does enjoy things like A5 Wagyu beef but he is also a lover of ramen, especially with cheese. ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴀᴛ ᴄᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ? ʜᴏᴡ ɢᴏᴏᴅ/ʙᴀᴅ?: Brandon is honestly the total package when it comes to a man that any woman would want. He has the looks, the wealth, the background, and definitely the cooking abilities. Having lived on his own throughout his four years of university in the States and also now back in Korea, he couldn’t survive without a few cooking tricks up his sleeves. Obviously he’s no 5-star chef, but he would give himself a good 4/5 stars for his cooking. ᴅᴏ ᴛʜᴇʏ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅɪsʜᴇs ᴏᴜᴛ?: Absolutely not. He loves organization and seeing a pile of dishes in his kitchen would make him highly uncomfortable. He cleans his dishes immediately after finishing a meal and if there comes a time where he can’t (i.e. an emergency comes up or he’s in a rush), he’ll make sure to have them done the second he returns home. ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴋɪɴᴅ ᴏғ ғᴏᴏᴅ ɪs ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʀᴇғʀɪɢᴇʀᴀᴛᴏʀ?: There are an array of foods in his refrigerator, ranging from strictly Korean food to strictly American food. He has things like kimchi, pickled radish, seaweed, sou-sauce potatoes (among other side dishes), as well as sausages, bacon, romaine lettuce, eggs, and milk. He also has a lot of apples, his favorite fruit. Among other things there are always bottles of soju, most likely flavored though he has a few original flavored bottles as well. ᴅᴏ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴄᴏᴏᴋ, ᴇᴀᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏʀ ɢᴇᴛ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ-ᴀᴡᴀʏ/ᴅᴇʟɪᴠᴇʀᴇᴅ ғᴏᴏᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ?: Depending on his schedule, the answer to this changes. As of late he has been cooking a lot more because he has more time on his hands but he is betting on ordering takeout/delivery once he officially starts practicing law.
ʟɪᴠɪɴɢ ʀᴏᴏᴍ:
ʜᴏᴡ ᴅᴏᴇs ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ sᴘᴇɴᴅ ᴡᴇᴇᴋᴇɴᴅs?: Weekend mornings are usually spent catching up with friends or just relaxing at home, watching some television. The two days are the only ones where he isn’t doing work (unless of course, he has to) and often times he uses it to feel like a regular person. Saturday nights often times involve heading a party that one of his friends throws, either that or a social gathering where he is forced to go by his parents. Sunday nights on the other hand, are spent catching up on whatever he has to for work. ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴋɪɴᴅ ᴏғ ᴍᴏᴠɪᴇs ᴅᴏᴇs ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜ?: Brandon usually involves comedy movies or action movies. But really, he likes anything that isn’t horror or boring. ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴏ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴅᴏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅs?: Friends are important to him and he tries his best to make time for all the friends he has. Usually that involves grabbing a cup of coffee or a bite to eat, going out for drinks at night, or even just hanging out at home, talking. ᴡʜᴀᴛ’s ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ғᴀᴠᴏᴜʀɪᴛᴇ ᴘᴀsᴛɪᴍᴇ?: Reading or taking late night drives around Seoul. ᴡʜᴀᴛ’s ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ғᴀᴠᴏᴜʀɪᴛᴇ ᴛᴠ sʜᴏᴡ/ғɪʟᴍ?: His favorite show changes quite often but right now it is Suits. His favorite film of all time would have to be the Harry Potter series.
ʙᴀᴛʜʀᴏᴏᴍ:
ʜᴏᴡ ᴅᴏᴇs ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ᴘʀᴇᴘᴀʀᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏʀɴɪɴɢ?: Brandon is usually up before his alarm sounds at 7:00 AM, pressing the off button on the device before heading to the bathroom where he brushes his teeth and washes his face. He then proceeds to pick out an outfit for the day and once that is done he heads to the kitchen to make breakfast for himself, usually bacon and eggs though if he’s in a rush he’ll opt for cereal. He checks his phone during breakfast and replies to anything urgent while leaving the rest for later. After eating he cleans his dishes immediately (as mentioned before) and then gets dressed. ᴅᴏ ᴛʜᴇʏ sɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ sʜᴏᴡᴇʀ?: He has a nice voice but he doesn’t use it much, so no. Showers for him are usually a time for thinking, and silence. ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴋɪɴᴅ ᴏғ ʜᴀɪʀ ᴘʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴛ/ᴍᴀᴋᴇ-ᴜᴘ ᴅᴏ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴜsᴇ?: He doesn’t style his hair up much but when he does he uses a hair gel by Garnier, a brand he was introduced to and grew to love while in America. Make-up is something he doesn’t use at all. ʜᴏᴡ ᴄʟᴇᴀɴ ɪs ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ?: Cleanliness is a form of mannerism to him and as a well-mannered individual, he is very clean. ᴅᴏᴇs ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴏᴜsᴀɴᴅs ᴏғ sʜᴀᴍᴘᴏᴏ/sʜᴏᴡᴇʀ ɢᴇʟ ʙᴏᴛᴛʟᴇs ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ sʜᴏᴡᴇʀ, ᴏʀ ᴅᴏ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴜsᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀʀᴇ ᴇssᴇɴᴛɪᴀʟs?: Bare essentials because once again, he loves organization and having too many bottles in his shower would ruin that. Brandon is also a creature of habit so he isn’t one to use many different products, sticking only to what he knows and loves.
ʙᴇᴅʀᴏᴏᴍ:
ʜᴏᴡ ᴅᴏ ᴛʜᴇʏ sʟᴇᴇᴘ? (ᴘᴏsɪᴛɪᴏɴ, sʟᴇᴇᴘɪɴɢ ʜᴀʙɪᴛs, ʙᴇᴅᴛɪᴍᴇ ʀᴏᴜᴛɪɴᴇs): Brandon is definitely a night owl, meaning he thrives on the late night and oftentimes is awake at the wee hours of the morning. He usually sleeps at around 3:00AM, sometimes early (early as in 2:30AM). He likes to sleep on his back but he is one to move in bed so a lot of the times when he wakes up, he is on his side curled up in a fetus position. ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴏ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴜsᴜᴀʟʟʏ?: He doesn’t remember his dreams so there isn’t an answer to this one. ʜᴏᴡ ɴᴇᴀᴛ/ᴛɪᴅʏ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ?: Very neat/tidy. Organization is key in his life so there normally isn’t anything out of place in his home or car. ʜᴏᴡ ᴀғғᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴᴀᴛᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ?: He’s known as the “friendly guy”, “the guy that everyone loves”, so naturally he is pretty affectionate. Having lived in America for a few years, his views on skinship are different from the average Korean, meaning he is prone to hugs and slinging his arm around someone’s shoulder.
ᴀᴛᴛɪᴄ:
ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪs ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ᴀғʀᴀɪᴅ ᴏғ?: Being unsuccessful and disappointing his father/tainting the family name. ʜᴏᴡ ᴅᴏ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴅᴇᴀʟ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʙᴀᴅ ᴍᴇᴍᴏʀɪᴇs?: He usually just represses them, tries not to think about them and uses alcohol as a means of forgetting. That is why the stock of soju in his fridge is always full. ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪs ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ’s ʀᴏʟᴇ ɪɴ ᴀ ʜᴏʀʀᴏʀ ᴍᴏᴠɪᴇ?: Someone once asked him this during a drunk get together in university and though he had answered in a drunken state, his answer remains the same: he would be the guy that dies first. He chose that because he would be trying to get everyone else out of danger and therefore put himself in danger, causing his own death. ʜᴏᴡ ᴅᴏ ᴛʜᴇʏ ʜɪᴅᴇ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ sᴇᴄʀᴇᴛs?: He is both an open book yet a closed one as well. His life is pretty public due to his parent’s and his family’s social class, but there are things he will tell to only those he is the closest to. Often times he just lies, says things he doesn’t mean/aren’t true and because he has a superior memory, he has no trouble remember such lies.
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she’s lain out over a patch of grass and the first thing she mutters is, “how gross is this.” it sounds like an observation— except she doesn’t know whether she was speaking about herself or the greenery. at this point, the only thing remotely lively is the few people wandering the park, but even they’re shying away from the heat, sitting under trees. ( but this is what artists do, right? ) it’s the end of the summer, a late afternoon. her thin arms fold behind her head. she lays aimlessly as her focus remained solely on the clouds above her. she thinks here, she’s gone far enough into the park that she’ll go without disturbance, but she’s wrong, incredibly wrong.
He hears the muttered words slip from a woman’s lips and on instinct, Brandon turns his head in the direction of her voice and his eyes search for the source among a small pool of people. It’s a sunny day but despite that fact, not many seem to be appreciating it as most were merely passing through the park, another destination in mind. Brown orbs land on a lone female who lays at the center of a small field a few steps away from where he sits on a wooden bench. He chuckles lightly before twisting his entire body to face her, setting his laptop down next to him. ❝Do tell me you’re talking about the heat and not the beauty that is this park.❞ A brow is raised in question and he can only hope she doesn't spite him for butting in to something that really isn't his business.
If my absence doesn’t alter your life then my presence has no meaning in it.
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i. NAME / ALIAS. : Brandon Jeong / Jeong Ui-Bong ii. BIRTHDAY. : February 8, 1991 iv. HEIGHT. : 176cm v. TIME. : 5:34AM vi. SLEEP. : It varies. But as of late, 3 to 4 hours. vii. FAVOURITE BOOKS. : Inferno by Dante Alighieri viii. FAVOURITE ARTISTS. : Maroon 5, Epik High, Ed Sheeran, Ellie Goulding, Lights, and many more. ix. LAST MOVIE I WATCHED. : xii. DREAM JOB. : Criminal prosecutor xiii. THE MEANING BEHIND YOUR URL. : The Korean word for ‘justice’, a play on the combination of my last name and the first syllable of my Korean name.
✈ — an eye-opening memory
status: accepting!
January 3rd, 2014
Brandon realized what his return to Korea meant. Not just for himself and for his family, but for his fellow upper-circle associates (he would call them friends, but they’re far from such a chummy relationship). With his father’s power within the Korean legal system and his mother’s name in the field of research, Brandon’s return was bound to become a hot topic; and that it was. He had grown up surrounded by people wanting in on his life, wanting to befriend him as a kid in order to gain contact with his parents so it isn’t to say that he lacks experience in dealing with the sharks that are circling his family like they were prey.
However, he hadn’t expected it someone to make a move on him as fast as they did. Perhaps the few years away from Korea had fogged his memory.
The charity ball was where his parents planned to announce that their beloved son was back from his prestigious studies abroad, where they planned to announce how glad they were that he was back in their life once again. Everyone who was anyone had been invited despite Brandon’s protests; he couldn’t care any less for those types of social gatherings, especially when they were planned by his parents. The guests filed into the Jeong household one by one, all greeting his parents with a wide smile and a warm embrace. It was disgusting, really. Brandon watched from the top of the staircase as those that had been smiling at his parents just mere seconds ago had taken a 180 degree turn to scowling in their direction.
Just what exactly was the reason behind such actions? He didn’t have a clue but he could only assume it was jealousy, one of the many emotions others felt towards his mother and father for their success in their respective fields. It was the first time since his return that he had dealt with such an occasion and such people, it had been almost five years since he was last in Korea and at the time he barely knew a thing.
✖ – a repressed memory
meme from here, thanks to: @krisanthemvm
status: accepting!
September 7th, 2009
It was the first day of school for little Ui-Bong who now went by Brandon, the first day of a new start. He had been in America for a few months already and the excitement of finally being able to begin his new life at the fresh young age of fourteen had kept him up the night prior. With his indigo blue backpack that carried his belongings on his back and a set of fresh new clothes his relatives had picked out for him, Brandon stepped foot into the halls of the school that would be his playground for the next four years. The environment was just like he had hoped high school would be like, buzzing with people and every corner he turned was a new surprise.
A hand clamped down on his shoulder and he turned around with a quizzical look as his eyes landed on an older looking male who he soon got to know was the Principal of the school, the head master if you will. ❝Brandon, right?❞ The young male nodded his head eagerly and before he could even speak, he had been whisked away towards a classroom. Things in America were different than Korea, the students moved rooms instead of the teachers and he was quick to catch on to that fact as he sat in what he was introduced to as “homeroom”. ❝Just sit here and wait for the bell to ring.❞ That was his only instruction before he was left by himself in a room full of strangers.
Being friendly was a trait that Brandon carried everywhere with him and of course, it had kicked in during his first day as well; though what he planned in his head was definitely far from what happened in reality.
❝Hi! My name ijeu Burendon. What is your nameu?❞
Laughter filled the rest of the room as his classmates turned their head and pointed their fingers at him for a reason he didn’t understand. He laughed along and it wasn’t until someone blatantly made fun of his accent that he realized, he was the joke. His laughter ceased almost immediately and he started blankly back at the other kids who were supposed to be his classmates, his friends even. He didn’t understand, were they really that different after all? Words he didn’t understand were thrown his way and more laughter ensued; he still didn’t understand. Brandon grabbed his belongings and ran out of the room as tears welled up in his eyes, this wasn’t supposed to happen, this wasn’t supposed how his first day was supposed to go; not even close.
memory meme.
past experiences help shape who we are currently, how we see the world. Send in a symbol and I’ll write a drabble of one of my muse’s memories.
❥ — a childhood memory ♣ — a fading memory ✂ — a vivid memory ✖ — a repressed memory ✈ — an eye-opening memory ✤ — a memory that involves romance/love ☤ — a memory of death/loss ✍ — a memory of their mother ☽ — a memory of their father ♘ -- a memory of their sibling(s) ✌ — a memory of a relative ↕ — a memory that may or may not have happened ♚ — a memory of something paranormal ✓ — a sexual memory ♬ — a friend/best friend memory