* YEE ╱ HAW

                                                                                                                     @ywyein

        𝐟𝐮𝐧 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬 about silas kwan that most people know:

silas kwan is flawless flawed, but devilishly handsome.

he has two piercings in one ear and a fake gucci watch.

his heart’s insured for W10,000 ( but he still wears it on his sleeve ).

one time, he wrestled with a pig ................................. and lost.

        fun facts about silas kwan that most people don’t know:

he’s a mastermind when it comes to business.

        imagine this:  having a super delicious melon bread for breakfast.  now imagine this:  having a super delicious melon bread for breakfast and making it to class on time.  such is an experience that most college students can’t even fathom, and that’s exactly where he---honorary bread boy silas  ( self-proclaimed )---comes in.  yes, for just a few coins more than the o.g. price, he’s selling his morning melon bread haul from bakeri, and so far, he has sold nine, which means he’s just one away from making his money back.

        and thus begins his search for his tenth, but definitely not last, customer.

        “you there!  miss!”  melon bread in hand, he jogs up to a pretty girl walking solo.  “how would you like to buy a---𝐲𝐞𝐢𝐧?!”

                                                                                                               @ywxjaejoon​

       𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐬 𝐤𝐰𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠.

        except, not really.  but he feels like he is, and it’s the thought that counts, right?  right.  so yes, he’s dying.  more specifically, he’s been shot in the stomach.  he doesn’t know what he ate  ( read: practically everything in the span of his first 72 hours back in yangwon ),  but whatever he ate is starting to eat him from the inside out.  such is a tragic fate for such a handsome, funny, young man.  and here’s the kicker:  his mother doesn’t even care!  go see the doctor, she says, as if he had booked a doctor’s appointment on his own before---and as if he had enough strength to get up from bed and do just that.

        ( but eventually, he does.  which is precisely why he’s here, lying on dr. park’s examination table with his legs dangling off ‘cause apparently he’s too tall. )

        “i look like death,”  he grumbles after sneaking a peak at himself in the reflective cabinet.  “swear i don’t usually look like this, but agh who cares, right?”  his arms wrap around waist, cradling his poor stomach as he curls into a fetal position.  then, with his forehead and nose beading a bit of sweat, he peers up at jaejoon.  “feels like i’ve been shot.  𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲.”

                                                                                                                       @ywgin

        “𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐲,”  he says after five minutes of complete and utter silence---a new record!  “if i get thrown in jail, would you break me out?  not that i would do anything illegal---”  ( except, y’know, trespassing to take selfies with cows, kidnapping goats for the usual pranks, and sneaking minors into the local bar -- but he’s made it out of those situations somewhat scot-free, and let’s be real, it’s thanks to his dashing good looks and super lovable personality to boot. )  “but if, if, i ever get caught.  what would you do?”

        there’s a brief moment where he scrunches up his nose, his brow furrowing ever so slightly so it looks like he’s thinking really, really hard -- but then he ends up saying this:  “wait, no.  you’d be in jail with me.  as my accomplice.”  it’s true, though.  he turns to gin and looks at him seriously ( ! ), which is an incredible feat in itself, considering their faces are but a few inches apart -- perks of cuddling, really.  “okay, but what if i was kidnapped by aliens?  or worse, what if the entire town sacrifices me to them?”

                                                                                                               @ywseunghae​

       “𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐞,”  𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬,  the last syllable fluttering upwards in a whine that is rather unforgiving, given his freakishly tall stature.  “my grandma has bronchitis!  and all she wants is some good soup made from locally sourced vegetables from local farmers such as yourself.”  his eyes dart to the dairy products.  “and milk.  she wants milk.  her bones are literally crack-a-lackin’.  she’s old.”  he peers back at seunghae, his lower lip jutting out just a tad.  “i’m serious!  she’s ninety-seven, and already starting to forget everything and everyone.  once, she got scared of her own reflection ‘cause she forgot what she looked like!  it’s true!  but---but the one thing she remembers is how good your tomatoes are.  and your carrots.  and whatever this is, uh, beets.  so come on, man, help me out here.”

        such is a repetitive scenario with the likes of silas kwan, age 20, a one-braincell representative.  he has only been here for three weeks, yet he has already made quite a name for himself at the farmer’s market.  so far, he has charmed  ( read: begged )  his way into discounted items at the stands from the south end, but with seunghae?  no such luck.  yet.  but ah, as they say, third time’s the charm---which is precisely why he’s back here again.

        “pleaseee, hyuuung.  think of my grandma!  my grandma and her 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐬!”

                                                                                                               @ywjaehyun​

        “𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞.  𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲.”  out of context, he might as well be speaking to his dog.  only thing is---he doesn’t have a dog  ( or well, he did, but that good boy is currently staying with his grandparents in hong kong -- weep!! ).  yeah no, all he has is his good ol’ buddy jaehyun.  “don’t peek.  seriously!  i’m watching you.”  after double-checking to make sure jaehyun’s very much not looking, he quickly turns back to assemble the ouija board.  granted, there’s not much to put together, considering it’s just a piece of wood with a hole in the center and the board itself---but still, he wants it laid out so jaehyun can see.

        it doesn’t take him long to proudly display his gift.  in fact, it took him longer to tell jaehyun to not peek---can we say anti-climatic?  “okay, okay, okay.”  he reaches over and yanks his dear friend over.  “surprise!  it’s a ouija board.”  his eyes beam with makeshift pride as he does intense bring-it-on-style spirit fingers to indicate the spookiness aspect of this ritual, even though there’s nothing inherently spooky about it  ( really, it looks more like a sad board game than anything horribly freaky ).  “my friends---the ones back in hong kong---came across one of these at a night market.  naturally, we bought it, and we almost played it, but then they got scared ‘cause they’re chickens, so we ended up not playing it, and i had to throw it away in the end, ‘cause my mom didn’t want it in the apartment, but i’ve been curious since then and---”  he takes a breath.  “let’s do it.”

        but then he pauses, squints.

        “wait.  do the ghosts here.  uh.  know letters?”  he gestures at the board, indicating the latin alphabet.  “do . . . ghosts have google translate . . . ?”  it’s an honest 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.

🤠 HOWDY 🤠  

i’m tea and i’m ur resident dumb butt bc i sent out a lot of plot IMs without first typing up my intro so it’s just..... excuse me who r u (’:   ANYWAY here’s my lil joja enthusiast silas kwan & his PROFILE / TIMELINE / WANTED PLOTS.  as always, if any of the plots perk ur interest esp the first one PLEASE im lowkey dying for that one, feel free to hmu on tumblr IMs, discord @ mcfurry#4966 ( preferred ), or twitter ( preferred ) !!

ok lets get it