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[ user: hanguang-jun. ] [ kalon: Jin ]
[ Color Palette: EBDAD6 โข ECB6A9 โข CE5F46 โข AA3336 โข 86282E โข 4D1B16 โข 2A1C1B]
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- โขโขโข [ personality ]
- He has a personality that can be a bit prickly. Developed from a bitterness stemming from others often looking at him with sympathy, Jin can be brash and blunt to the point that it rubs people the wrong way, even if he doesn't mean to. To his few close friends he's learned not to take everything so personally, and they understand where he's coming from, so excuse each other much more readily. With those people, he's softer and quieter, able to relax without putting up a front. When he smiles it's easy to like him. [95 / 100]
โขโขโข [ how do they feel about fall? ]
- Any other day he might be a better morning person. But outside it's crisp, and inside his blankets are warm, so Jin keeps himself buried in the pile as long as he can. The cold makes him sluggish, but he's up eventually, slowly going through his usual morning routine. He leaves the house after making sure he's bundled up fully, and grabs a face mask from the nightstand.
Though it was clear today, a rain the night previous has plastered leaves to the sidewalk in bright collages. The petrichor makes everything smell like earth. He takes a detour on the way to school.
Jin gets off the train a stop early. The park outside the station is lit up with color. As beautiful as it is, he knows it won't last long. In a short while, everything will have dulled to brown, dry and crumbling, leaving the trees bare. Winter sets in quickly. That's why he wants to take the time to do this now.
He knows he'd probably get scolded by friends and family if caught, but he climbs the steep set of stairs leading up the park hill. He takes it slow, keeping his mask in place, filtering the cold air and diminishing the chill before it reaches his lungs. He's not going to collapse just from a tiny bit of exertion, he tells himself, trying to make it sound convincing.
He hates being told he can't. Can't join sports or P.E. Can't walk down to the cafe or the theater alone. Can't climb the hill to see the view. Just because he has chronic lung problems, sometimes difficulty breathing, doesn't mean he's dying. He knows he should avoid some things, but he doesn't want to avoid this. He doesn't want to sit through a lecture though, the scolding and sympathetic looks, so he does stop halfway up to take a break. He sits on the empty steps, sunlight through red maple dappling his hair as he closes his eyes and takes a minute to breathe.
Eventually he makes it to the top of the hill. The overlook is cordoned off with a fence, and he leans over the rails almost precariously as he takes in the view. He can see the whole of the city, more populated downtown all metal and glass, changing into shops and parks and homes. The trees once green in summer and buzzing with cicadas now bathe the landscape in brilliant warm colors. The foliage is fading into sienna, vermilion, and chocolate. The trees are at their brightest, all the leaves afire with a beautiful autumn blaze.
The cold in the air may be a setback during the fall months, but he loves this view more than anything. It makes it worth the slowed pace and careful breathing. A breeze ruffles through his hair as he smiles easy. Maybe he'll take the day off, go back to curled up in bed under the covers and nap though the afternoon sun. [500 / 500]
