BARCELONA

hi y’all i’m miya (she/her) here with doojoon, aka the man that had a child with @sdjinae​ but decided his band was more important than his (now ex) gf & literal daughter so he cut them out of his life for 6 years and is now back!!! fjkdghdfjg i literally just finished making his blog so i don’t have any plots yet but for now can offer y’all his tiny lil about page! happy to brainstorm other ideas, ideally on discord! feel free to add me there at masayume chasing elitist#8158 or you can also like this post and i’ll come to you instead ♡

With @98doojoon at the cafe The whole team was in the thick of a rush, Sungho was running the register and starting drinks off. While some of his co-workers were already stressed he was almost unusually calm. Showing that kind of expression was looked down upon his family. Obvious signs of stress, frustration, or annoyance was seen as weak hinting that you allowed someone to get under your skin. Traquililary, calm, and cool were favored as a sign of emotional control. Maybe that kind of upbringing was…not ideal but it had served the young man to not act on impulse.  However his hyperfocused was broken seeing a familiar face. He wasn’t a fan of his Sister was and seeing the star of her favorite band was a shock. What was he doing here? Sure his band was on hiatus or whatever but of all places to go he choose here!? Maybe something bad happened and he was hiding or he had family in town. His pause did not go unnoticed among his co-workers which caused Sungho regained his composure. He deciding to not mention anything about recognizing the celebrity in front of him. “Welcome, what would you like?” he asked the man.

the night prior for doojoon hadn’t been one of his greatest. with doojoon’s relatively recent appearance in pelican town and his decision to spend his band’s hiatus in the local area in hopes of finding some way to rekindle his relationship with his past girlfriend — things were not going the way doojoon had expected. back in seoul, being in the band gave the young man a routine, a purpose; it kept him focused on his career and provided stability. emphasis on him and not jinae and hyejoo, of course, because what’s the big deal about having a daughter you can’t ever be bothered to wonder even the slightest bit about only until she’s six and actually is a functioning human being now?

everything was always on doojoon’s time. even the barrage of calls and texts to jinae yesterday, pleading with her to let him take hyejoo to pelican town’s summer festival. anything with jinae required jumping through multiple hoops to receive her approval regarding anything that involved their daughter, and like with most things, jinae was often not accepting of letting doojoon be alone with their six year old for more than a handful of hours.

it took more of an emotional toll on doojoon than he’d anticipated. his ex’s short texts and her disinterest in talking to him on the phone (can’t blame her, him blowing up her phone at nine in the evening long after hyejoo had been put to sleep for the night while he’s drinking old fashions at the saloon definitely doesn’t scream father of the year) felt like another knee to the groin. he had nothing he could say to jinae that could prove to her otherwise that hyejoo would be fine spending the day with just her father — even if maybe hyejoo herself wasn’t interested.

and of course, now in the morning after a night of heavy solo drinking, pelican town’s favorite resident father still has enough integrity to get his hungover ass out of bed, throw on a basic tracksuit and baseball cap, and get some caffeine in him asap. not that it would actually nurse the headache pounding against his empty skull, but because if he stayed inside today, he might lose his mind even more so than he’d done the night before.

i. huge fan of his band before they went on hiatus (always commenting on his ig/the band’s ig, going to concerts, etc.) and was heartbroken at the news. the literal odds of you finding out he’s taking his “break” in pelican town are zero to none and you’re really fucking excited, but finding out through a game of telephone with everyone in town, you find out he’s actually got a six year old daughter (maybe you also know hyejoo personally) and it changes your view of him entirely

ii. my dude is kinda a sleaze bag who is still learning his pea brain still hasn’t finished developing lmao. has come back to pelican town and gets too drunk at the saloon one night after a solo gig there & tries coming onto you — up to you if you want to pursue that or not (maybe you don’t know his situation, in which that is also his choice to face those repercussions in the future)

iii. someone who is close with his extended family in town (atm they’re npcs but would love any actual cousins or something!!!) who take doojoon’s side on everything because he’s been leaving out details/twisting everything to make him look not as shitty as he actually is 🤧 listen he just needs like one person on his side ok fkdjghfjkg

iv. doojoon is considering aka it’s gonna happen at some point ic opening a media store where he brings in different used cds/vinyls/used & refurbished instruments!! maybe your muse wants to be a co-owner/work there/somehow be affiliated. feel free to message me if u wanna be involved with his business and maybe we can develop the idea more together :))

@illvminous

with decisions as large as deciding to show his face in pelican town, the tiny coastal village that had become what hyejoo now called home and what jinae probably saw as her place of refuge from doojoon, the twenty-four year old was far less prepared for the absent string of welcomes than expected. at first he wanted to blame the blatant side eyes from the residents in town on the fact he was somewhat actually well-known in the music world, though nobody had yet to approach him asking for a picture or some memorabilia to be signed. 

it felt nice to be recognized in the city. now, he feels like his career had been absolutely wiped from existence.

here, he was nobody. he was a nobody who had abandoned his girlfriend and daughter to chase fame and success — not someone willing to throw away his wasted potential from the dead-weight of unexpectedly having a child at eighteen.

was he really here for a band hiatus, or was this trip more for self-penance? doojoon wanted to have his cake and eat it, too. he always did. it’s the whole reason he’s here.

his first week back consist of nothing but desperate attempts to get jinae to just sit down and let him explain. embarrassing, really, because the biggest shock was just how much of himself he could see in hyejoo’s face when she stands behind her mother at her front door, arms folded and the all too similar look of disdain on her face that graced jinae’s own. no snacks or sweets from the convenience store would get his six year old to budge, and frankly, doojoon could tell that watching her mother slam the door in his face was more entertaining for his daughter than any toy he could ever try to bribe her back with.

but it doesn’t stop him from coming back again on the hottest day of the summer thus far. jinae’s building doesn’t have central air, nor an elevator — he wonders just how many blistering summer days must have felt never-ending to her when hyejoo was an infant and wonders if that five million won he’d left her with was ever put to good use.

today, he’s accompanied with a small cake from the local bakery in his feeble attempt to make amends. of course he doesn’t know hyejoo’s favorite flavor — he never thought to ask until he’d mentioned it was for his daughter to the baker. this band hiatus was giving doojoon more time he’d ever had in the past six years to actually step back and think about this human being that he’d been a part of bringing into this world. 

keyword: he. doojoon. not the stranger who opens jinae’s door with hyejoo in his arms.

it had been a typical, if slightly unfortunate, morning for jinae up to that point. her grandmother had woken up feeling ill and she’d promised didi the day off, so after dropping hyejoo off at school she’d been rushing around trying to get the shop ready for the day. luckily for her (not necessarily for the store’s finances), it was rare for anybody besides the mailman to stop in that early so even though the book nook was officially open, she hadn’t expected anybody to interrupt her delayed shelving.

which is why her heart stops when she turns around to see a large man staring at her with one hand balled up in a fist.

her fear only lasts half a second because it is impossible for her not to recognize the father of her child. even after so many years, he still has the same shiny aura that he’d had the first time she’d seen him. it’s a miracle that she’s able to keep her expression pleasant and neutral after the initial fear washes away because the feelings of bitterness, anger, and betrayal that had contorted her memories of him over time threatened to unleash themselves before he’d even said a single word.

so she smiles, forcing a look curiosity and making sure not an ounce of recognition registers in her eyes. six years ago he’d decided to act like he didn’t know her in his desperate attempts to get her to disappear. so that’s what she’d give him in return. complete and total abandonment, no matter what it turns out he was there for.

“sorry, you startled me. you should have called out when you walked in. welcome to the book nook. is there anything in particular you’re looking for?”

she wants throw a novel at his face. she wants to shove him out the door. she wants to scream at him so he’d know every single second of difficulty and suffering she’d endured over the last six years on her own. but she doesn’t. instead she stoops down to collect the heavy box of books she’d been putting away so she can carry it behind the desk and finish later. she hopes that he’ll take the hint and go away, but something in her gut is telling her that her life is about to get significantly more difficult and she doubts she’ll be in the mood to finish the task after he leaves.

she finally turns to face him again, the blank smile still on her face. “i’m also more than happy to offer my recommendations if you need them.”

“so you’re just going to talk to me like you literally don’t know who i am?”

it wasn’t what doojoon was expecting. throwing a coffee in his face, kicking him out of the store — he had been ready for those. doojoon knew he was in turmoil, and knew that the day he would face jinae after all these years like a sad dog coming back to its owner after he can’t find anything to eat that it wouldn’t be pleasant. hell, he expected the world to come to one big, screeching halt when he would show up again unannounced. 

nothing is ceremonious. jinae has aged beautifully so; last time he’d seen her had been a picture his mother (the active instagram mother she is) sent to him a couple of years back before she finally came to the reality that the two would probably never rekindle again. she was just as pretty back then, though her now her rested eyes and glowing complexion told doojoon’s subconscious that she seemed to have made it out of hyejoo’s earliest years relative unscathed. he wonders how long it took jinae to finally be able to find nights of decent rest after years of raising their child.

he ignores her attempt to make him a stranger. “looking for you.” it feels like jinae has changed all at once and never at all. he can’t tell her, but she looks even better the last time he’d seen her. instead, he shifts his gaze from shelf to shelf, admiring the stacking work clearly done only within the short time the store had been open. 

@sdjinae

he’d written down her work address on a piece of paper in case of the mild chance he might lose it and never have to face reality.

reality being that white elephant in the room that won’t stop stomping its fucking feet and bulldozing everything in its path, or better known to doojoon himself, showing back up at her literal doorstep over half a decade since the birth of his own child.

he’d been scared shitless at the news. could you blame a guy just trying to get by with his band, finds out he’s gotten one of his groupies pregnant? the news leaves a pretty girl in tears at the end of the night as her co-parent to be cracks his neck and tells her he can’t be a dad. he was nineteen. he hadn’t even done his military service — how was he supposed to raise a child?

six years of pretending jinae and hyejoo didn’t even exist, six years of refusing to admit he’d brought a human being into the world, six years of letting that human being choose to not know you, six years of those blips in time when you can remember her face intuitively but begin to forget the details that you see blended with your own when you look at your daughter that you haven’t seen in six years.

he’s got two iced americanos in a to-go box in one hand, paper in the other. doojoon has chosen by far the most mundane summer morning to decide to make his reappearance, because of course nothing needs to be convenient for anyone but himself. 

he steps inside with slight unexpected hesitation that registers as stumbling over his own feet while coming inside. it was a tuesday and the shop had only been open for twenty minutes, leaving the store void of any customers that would be subject to the inevitable emotional and mental car crash that was to come.

science claims sounds can trigger certain memories in a human brain; he already knows jinae is nearby just from the familiar sound of her voice humming lightly from somewhere in close proximity. it takes him back to those times before his shows when he’d have her over, watching her from his doorframe as jinae would occupy his bedroom with her clothes to wear for the show sprawled across his unmade bed and her makeup taking priority over his vanity. 

“do you always do your makeup this pretty, or do you do it extra special when i’m around?” he finds his way to her, leans over her shoulder to wrap two arms gently across her clavicle before giving her a few light pecks to the most sensitive corners of her neck. he’s met with a red face and embarrassed laugh.

“i do my makeup like this for myself, because of you.”