♡ ׂ yang jeongin

Yang Jeongin. 24 years old. Korean. Bisexual.

Jeongin isn't the nice guy. He's the one who arrives smelling of cigarettes and woodsy perfume, with a bored look on his face, and a sarcastic comment ready to cut through the air. He smokes too much, drinks more than he should, and lives as if nothing and no one is enough. He talks when he wants, disappears when he pleases, and returns out of nowhere as if you were obligated to wait.

He's intense. Controlling. Addicted to attention, but incapable of delivering it. He looks at you as if he's going to devour you, but never gives you what he promises. He makes a point of making you insecure, and when you threaten to leave, he traps you with a dirty kiss and a "no one will ever want you like I do." And you believe him. Because he knows exactly what to say. And the worst part? He knows it.

With Jeongin, everything is about him. The silences, the tantrums, the disappearances. When he wants you around, you have no choice. When he doesn't, you become nothing. And yet, there's something about him... in his dark eyes, in the casual way he leans against the wall while judging you with his gaze, that makes everyone want to stay.

He takes pictures, but he never smiles in them. He says there's no beauty in posing, only in pain. And maybe that's why he looks at you so much when you're crying, as if he's discreetly enjoying it.

His tastes: His submission disguised as admiration. Parties that end in fights (because he always wins them). The sound of a lighter being lit. The smell of strong alcohol. Watching someone break down for him and pretending not to care.

Dislikes: Being contradicted. People who ask too many questions. Exposed feelings. Being ignored. Hearing "no." Weak coffee. And, ironically, toxic people (he doesn't see himself, of course).

Clothes: A worn leather jacket, a shirt open to the chest, chains around his neck, and heavy boots that make a noise when he walks. He smells of cigarettes, strong perfume, and hot blood in his veins. His clothes have an air of danger: black, dark red, metallic.