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✏ : What are their creative outlets?

CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT: PERSONALITY ANALYSIS

RESULTS: 73% EXTRAVERTED 63% OBSERVANT 74% FEELING 54% PROSPECTING 58% ASSERTIVE

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[ ESFP-A : THE ENTERTAINER ] ROLE: EXPLORER | STRATEGY: PEOPLE MASTERY

IN A NUTSHELL:     It's no surprise Jackson is the kind of guy who loves to be the center of people's attention. In his mind, there is no limit—the whole world being his stage. Like most of the ESFPs, he enjoys the simplest and little things, and there's no bad moment when he is surrounded by a great group of friends.     Though he always seems to act like the protagonist, he is more caring than people who barely know him would give him credit for. Observant and very sensitive to people's emotions, he's always going to be the first to help, to talk out problems, to provide emotional support and practical advice. That is... if he isn't the problem—Jackson doesn't like conflicts and anything related to people having a problem with him would be easily avoided.     Jackson is clearly more welcome wherever (and whenever) there's a need for laughter, playfulness, and a volunteer to try something new and fun. There's no greater joy for his kind of personality than to bring everyone else along for the ride.     Obviously, he can chat for hours about anything but the topic he meant to talk about and also shares his loved ones' emotions through the good times and bad.

STRENGTHS:      Bold, original, aesthetic and showmanship, practical, observant, excellent people skills.

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@yfxjackson. in which wheein gets bored of sitting still in the library and wrangles jackson away from the books to have an drunk adventure. #oops.

standing at just 159cm and with little to no experience with alcohol, attempting to drink half the bottle isn’t a good idea. (then again, when did wheein ever make good decisions?). all too quickly, her vision blurs and the ground refuses to just stay still.  

vaguely, she remembers sitting in the library just a few hours ago - the silence drilling into her brain as the words start to bleed off the page. concentrating had never been her strong suit, but two hours of studying was usually manageable. “psst, jackson oppa.” his biggest mistake was probably answering, because she started to whine in his direction. ‘the library is too quiet’, ‘it’s a friday night, we can be doing something else!’, ‘what’s the harm?’. 

wheein refuses to take no for an answer, despite his compelling arguments. 

in retrospect, she should’ve listened to him. the library would’ve been safer (thank goodness for carpeted floors, because cement was painful - she’s had first hand experience in the past ten minutes with tripping over the sidewalk. twice), it would’ve been warmer, and most importantly, she would still be functioning almost like a normal human being. instead, she’s all laughter and stumbles under the influence of alcohol. 

your muse falling asleep with their head in my muse’s lap.

INTIMACY HAS NEVER BEEN AN ISSUE. her mother wasn’t able to take that away from her, thankfully, though she had done her deed in leaving her daughter broken; prompted walls of mourning ice around her heart and a disability to live life, as one would have it, normally. but park eunha had always been a hedonist, whether an urge suppressed or embraced through vast periods of her life, at some point, it always comes back to this: she likes touching.

it doesn’t necessarily have to be sex, rather she’s a creature that openly seeks living, breathing comfort she could hold against her pulse and boldly declare it her own for even just a night. comfort that she could mold into suppressing her own demons, the nasty things, picking and clawing till her insides feel raw.

as of late, the source had been jackson, the only type of human only tolerable in sporadic dosages. he’s too bright, her mind would say, never more self-conscious of her own plight, her own sin, than in the presence of a creature brighter than she’s ever been, he’ll put you to shame.

he does, in fact, but it’s never too hard to crush self-contempt between molars, to let it wither into nothingness and gather in the darks of her mind for another rainy day. eunha does it nearly every day with the aide of a pill or two.

so she’s INDULGENT — what wrong is there in that?

“eunha,” eyes closed, breathing soft, she barely registers the presence of one jackson wang nor the timbre of his voice. laughable, given the fact that she laid resting on his lap, his wrist rested beneath her ear, where the drumming of his pulse ( ranging from slow to erratic, as per assumed with his growing restlessness ) calms her weary, beaten mind. 

“are you listening?” 

yeah, she wants to tell him, attention divided between the palpitations of his heart and her slipping sanity, ( there, in the swirl of emotions and dreaming, eunha swears she hears his life story, the beating of his heart at his first kiss, his first fight, his first breakdown; truly a living worth living. a living that elicits envy in the dismal pits of her soul ), i hear you.

but she doesn’t reply.

beat by beat, eunha wills herself rest, wills herself solace driven by the unwavering pulse of jackson wang; a steady drumming of contentment her mother had stolen from her. 

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Decked out in her comfortable dance attire, Chohee walked into the gym with her dance club. She really had no idea what the coach had to announce that involved the lot of them to go to the gym -- where they going to do an impromptu routine or something that required alot of space? 

She also most certainly didn’t expect to see the basketball team there too. Sitting on the bleachers just as oblivious to what was about to happen as the dance club. A few awkward smiles were flashed in their direction as a few team members waved to her -- they knew her of course, though that was a memory of the past. A memory that she did not like to speak of. 

“Alright now settle down the lot of you!” The loud voice of the basketball coach rang out. And then the two coaches made their announcement, much to the horror of Chohee. She didn’t understand why they needed to ‘expand their horizons’ and ‘mingle among the clubs.’ It wasn’t that she didn’t like basketball so much as she hoped desperately she wouldn’t be paired with him. And then, her worst nightmare happened. “Chohee and Jackson” The coach called out, making them a pair in this little experiment of theirs. 

       “fuck.” 

                Profanity leaking from her lips before her eyes caught his and she grimaced inwardly. This would be a long long week. 

----- Flashback to a year ago. 

It amazed her how quickly something could change -- how quickly everything you knew could come crashing down around you. How, sometimes, ignorance was bliss. 

Tears welled in her eyes even though she willed herself not to cry. Her heart ached even though she told herself it’d been nothing more than a ‘fling.’ After all, they hadn’t even been officially dating. In fact, their relationship was so murky, so indefinite, with the only tangible thing being each other. 

At first they were friends. He was just the nice-oppa that lent her a helping hand. She’d see him in passing in the hallways and they’d say hi. Then they began hanging out. Studying together, eating together. He’d even pick her up after work, making a fuss about how it wasn’t safe for her to ride it back alone.  And then one night, each a bit tipsy, they kissed. Neither of them sought an explanation, neither of them wanted to talk about it in fear of ruining what they had. And so they continued to do what they did, joking that they were just ‘friends with benefits.’ 

But Chohee knew she couldn’t lie to herself, that she had feelings for him even if she wasn’t ready for anything serious. But if he’d asked, she knew she wouldn’t have the heart to say no. That, even if she wouldn’t admit it, she’d be happy. Because he made her happy -- made her feel safe. 

Then the rumors started. The ones about him dating, no seeing, a girl from outside the Academy. Chohee didn’t have the heart to ask, but she knew that girl existed. Because she saw him, another girl hanging by his side, that day at the dance. She thought he’d ask her, and if not, that he’d go along. But he didn’t. But she did.