For once, can you see me as who I am?

Being the only son was hard.

He should be perfect, should excellent in all aspect. It gettin' to his head, aching, torturing, but he had no choice.

Byun Ha-Joon let the torture called disipline eroded his soul, his true self for years, in intended to please his oldman.

But it ate him from the inside, brought anxiety and lack of response. He's trapped, and sometime snapped. The color of on his skin was one way to expressing the burst of wildness in adolescent. He was a bird in a cage with everything he had at stake to become the successor of the Byun family properly. He himself, was the legitimate son. But always had to struggle with halfbaked competition with his biological half-brother— someone who came suddenly, picked up by his father from who knows where and claimed as part of them. It made him livid.

Even after 36 years of his life, Ha-joon resent every bit of his step brother existance.

He had this obsession to be Byun's successor as it was the reason why he was born. The Byun's old man had a fling of married only to had a heir, him, and proceed to end the married once he was born. And Ha-Joon more than please to comply even if it crushed his personality. However never in his wildest dream someone came, so easily, no willing, and no background was pulled as an uno card. He'll never, ever, comply to such rival.

Endless to say, it gave extra pounding into his ego.

His ego was ignited, with everything that happened, unwillingness, dislike, all piled up until he was sick of setting foot in the house. Ha-Joon even bought an apartment as a space to breathe, every day he faced his old man father at the company, and at home he didn't want to be added to seeing his disgusting stepbrother. As a result, he only went home a few times a week. It had occurred to him to run away, competitor companies would be very happy to get a reliable data analysis and SEO specialist, five times the income was not just a dream when Google was also his place to wallow for part-timers. But again, his unwillingness to give the owner's seat to his stepbrother made him still stay there with all the hatred piling up.

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Byun Ha-Joon in Details

A free looking guy, matched in black, raven hair, 6.32 ft, heterocom yellow-black eyes though been hidden by lense for sometimes back. Had several tattoo on his arms, neck and chest which he got upon the last year of university (in away of coping mechanism). Majoring in business management and tech, graduate from an Elit Uni in America and well known as the Asian-King of campus.

Little Trinket

Ha-Joon was an active smoker, though not as often as people might think. Usually he took one or two thunks in the dawn, and another three when he work late in midnight, several times also when he felt it needed. He was kind passive agressive, he's rude but not so much, he's a rebel but followed the rule, contradiction was his, and he was contradiction. Not reckless but tough yet also charming, favor by many but also hated by many. Perhaps he was bixesual, he date both boys and girls, and a passionate but also toxic lover. And why the contradiction? it cause of weed, sometimes life drive him to the corner point of no return and to stay sane, smoke was the best choice. It had him tangled with some shady guy as he also resell some of it, but life must get on, he should stay sane and rich enough to stay on his ground. (it make him not in his right mind sometimes)