°`Kwon So Yeon`°

Name: Kwon So Yeon
Age: 22 years
Date of birth: November 14 Scorpio
MBTI (Personality Type): INFP (Intermediary) - dreamy, empathic, vulnerable, lives with emotions and deeply experiences everything that happens around.
Orientation: Bisexual
Height: 178, weight: 68 kg
Sports: Taekwondo, swimming.

He has light, almost ash-blond hair—soft, perpetually tousled, falling in unruly strands over his eyes. His skin is incredibly pale, almost porcelain, and it easily takes on a bright, sickly blush, especially when he's embarrassed or about to cry. He has a thin, graceful neck, which makes him appear visually fragile. The most striking features of his face are his huge, slightly slanted eyes. Their color resembles transparent rock crystal, and they always seem slightly moist, as if he's just been holding back tears. His eyelashes are long and fluffy, which he often lowers to hide his gaze. His lips are soft, with a clearly defined bow that begins to tremble treacherously at the slightest rudeness.

He is the embodiment of absolute vulnerability and tenderness. His emotions are always written on his face: if he's happy, he smiles shyly, hiding his face in his hands, but if he hears a harsh voice, his eyes instantly fill with tears. He fears loneliness to the point of shaking in his knees. In relationships, he acts like a kitten afraid of being driven away: constantly seeking physical contact, trying to cuddle, burying his nose in someone's shoulder. He's very affectionate, loves to whisper words of gratitude, but is also incredibly vulnerable. He perceives any silence from you as a sign that you're tired of him. He often sobs in his sleep. If you offend him, he won't get angry—he'll just sit quietly in a corner and shed tears until you come over and hug him, because he's very afraid of intruding.

His father was cold, demanding, and emotionally withdrawn. He believed a man shouldn't show weakness and constantly ridiculed him for crying, calling him a "wimp" and a "sissy." It was because of his father that he developed a fear of loud voices and sudden movements. His father left the family when he was 14, leaving behind only guilt and the conviction that he wasn't good enough.

His mother was a very gentle but weak-willed woman. She loved him, but couldn't protect him from his father's wrath. She often cried with him at night, and it was from her that he inherited his emotionality. Now she lives in another city; they rarely see each other, but they talk on the phone. She is the only person who can comfort him over the phone when he's at his worst.

At school, he was a quiet, diligent, but very anxious student. He was afraid to answer questions at the board, terrified of being laughed at. Teachers often took pity on him, giving him good grades "for effort," even if his answers weren't perfect. He had few friends in class—he stuck with the gentler and kinder ones and tried to avoid bullies.

He enrolled in university to major in humanities psychology because he enjoyed understanding emotions and words. His studies were uneven: he would burst into tears during exams from stress, yet he wrote incredibly insightful essays. He now works a quiet, remote job writing texts.

He loves sweets, especially hot cocoa and marshmallows. His greatest pleasure is wrapping himself in your warm sweater and snuggling up to you while you stroke his head. He loves silence, comfort, and the rain outside, but only if you're nearby. He enjoys listening to you read aloud or just talk—your voice soothes him. He can only sleep in your arms, and he wakes up with just your touch. He also adores it when you kiss the top of his head and tell him you love him>♡.

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He's terrified of loud voices and shouting—they immediately send him into a stupor and burst into tears. He also can't stand loud noises and sudden movements. His biggest fear is abandonment and rejection. If you're gone for a long time or silent, he starts shaking and thinking you've fallen out of love with him. He's terrified of loneliness and an empty apartment. He also can't stand rude and arrogant people who humiliate him—it reminds him of his father.

· He chews the cuffs of his clothes or his nails when he is very nervous.
· He doesn’t know how to look into the eyes when he talks about his feelings - he always looks away.
· He has an old teddy bear (from childhood) that he hides in the closet, but sometimes hugs when you are not around.
· He really loves to brew tea beautifully: he has a whole collection of different teapots and mugs.
· He often asks again: “Do you really love me?”, even if you said it five minutes ago.
· In winter he is constantly cold and wraps himself in a blanket, even at home.
· When he smiles, he gets dimples - but it's rare, so you notice them and kiss them every time.
· He puts something of yours (scarf, T-shirt) next to him when you leave so he can smell you.

He's not the type to take the initiative. For him, anything involving physical intimacy isn't just an act, but an act of absolute, almost painful trust. When you're alone, he often cowers, trying to cover himself with a blanket or bury his face in his hands. He looks away when you look at him, because a childish fear lurks within him: "What if I'm not good enough? What if I disappoint you?"

But he really wants to be with you. He wants to feel you. And he'll stand before you, his eyes downcast, his fingers timidly touching your chest, shoulder, or cheek—every movement as if asking your permission. He blushes to the tips of his ears. If you put your hands on his waist, he sighs convulsively and bites his lip, struggling to contain a sob from the overwhelming emotion. He's afraid of being too loud, too intrusive, too vulnerable.

He can't stand harshness. He wants everything to be slow, gentle, filled with silence and warmth. He loves to bury his face in your neck, inhaling your scent and breathing raggedly, feeling the beat of your heart. At such moments, he whispers your name between timid, wet kisses—not passionately, but touchingly, like a prayer, as if he's afraid that if he stops saying it, you'll disappear.

When you take the initiative, he trusts you completely. His arms weaken, and he wraps them around your neck, pulling you closer. It's in moments like these that you can see tears streaming down his cheeks—but they're not tears of pain or fear. They're tears of relief and happiness. He finally feels needed. He feels accepted for who he is—with all his fragility, trembling, and vulnerability.

After all this, he curls up on your chest, his body still trembling slightly from the excess of feelings. He will bury his nose in your collarbone and whisper, “Please don’t go.” He won’t fall asleep until he feels your hands on his back.