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VISIONS OF GIDEON

name: Shon Minho (손민호); goes by shon
date of birth: june 13 '90; 28
mbti/zodiac: entp; gemini
birthplace: bordeaux, france
raised: seoul, korea
current residence: apartment in hongdae, korea
education: high school graduate
occupation: co-owner of a dive bar in itaewon
family: deceased parents; younger sister
languages: korean, english, limited french
orientation: bisexual

Talking to stars

childhood; 0-12
born deep in the vineyards of bordeaux, awoken to the smell of easy wine, was a simple child. he was proof of love, held close to his mothers bosom as he was swooped back to korea at the age of 3. there, he ran the streets with carefree ease. meanwhile, his parents slaved over their winery, producing a sweet liquor to be sold to the public. they loved their work, and everyday when shon would come home from school his mom would pat his cheek, kiss his hair, and ask him what he wanted to eat. his sister came along when he was 5. he loved her with all his heart, quite big for someone his size. she would wrap her tiny hand around his finger and he would think, if there is a better life than this, he didn't want to know.

young adult; 12-19
sometimes his mom would forget to kiss his hair, or ask him what he wanted to eat. sometimes he would come home and his parents would be hunched over a pile of papers, whispering quiet things to one another, oblivious to his presence. then his mother would raise her head, look at him in shock, as if she had forgotten she had a son, and scramble to him. he wishes he had, for even one second, lived in a world other than his own. maybe if he noticed the way his mom stopped wearing her wedding ring, or how his father worked increasingly longer shifts, then both of them would still be alive. it wasn't to his benefit that he learned about their imminent bankruptcy after he found them dead together, two lovers drowned in a medley of pills. it wasn't to his benefit that they planned to have him and his sister live with his abusive, drug pushing, single aunt at the age of 15. she would burn him with the end of her cigarette when she felt he had done something wrong, which was all the time. the scars on his back were proof of these times, though he prayed to forget. he did everything for himself from then on. he cooked, earned money, took care of his younger sister. it wasn't enough. it was never enough.

adulthood; 19-27
shon spiraled, falling into a depressive state. unable to take entrance exams in his condition, he watched as his peers grew without him. one by one, he was slowly left to his own devices. even his sister escaped, leaving for college when he turned 23. he abandoned his aunt's home after this, working miscellaneous jobs that he could never keep. his lovers were the same, fleeting and brief encounters in his tumultuous life. he picked up alcoholism, his last connection to his deceased parents. from then on he lived for the unknown, not knowing where he would wake up the next day. he survived off stealing what he wanted, when he wanted. however on a drunken night, he felt his life had come to an end. he mounted his motorcycle and took off, heading straight into a wall. he survived the incident, if only with a large scar down his thigh and numerous broken bones. his life after that became a multitude of hospital and psychiatric visits. he learned to hate the smell of citrus scrubbed tiles, vowing to get better every time a needle entered his veins. at 26 he got a job at a run down bar, where he learned to love the craft of mixing. there, he met a man who smiled when shon told him that he talks to the stars. this man, his first man, who would leave scars in his wake, convinced him to stop living his life of unhealthy indulgence. soon after, he rented his first permanent studio apartment. he slowly pulled himself out of poverty, and got the nerve to call his then estranged sister. right before he turned 28, he sobered up. for a second, he saw a future he never imagined.

currently; 28
things seem simple once more, living an almost peaceful life. he co-owns a bar in itaewon, working till the late night. he finds himself dreaming again, imagining himself owning a jazz bar, invested with his own money. as of right now, his savings are half way towards their goal. he still drinks, he still smokes, he still rides his motorcycle, but all in moderation. however, for some reason, he can't shake the feeling that this peacefulness he feels will soon be interrupted.

as of 11-08-18 his mental health is currently: improving.

Letters from the Author

01. mun is of age
02. i am not related to shon minho in any form, this is purely rp.
03. this is AU based, don't mention any facts about the real shon minho that arent stated here.
04. mirrored literacy, however you approach shon i will reciprocate.
05. i am open to plotted and pre-established relationships, don't be afraid to approach me.
06. i am slow at replying, do not assume this means i am not interested. feel free to double message me because i will often forget about my responsibilities.
07. i am not selective but if you are not interested in actually interacting with my muse, please don't follow me.
08. if you have any question, please just ask, don't assume.
09. tw: mental illness, drug use, abuse, suicide.