kim taehyung

◦taetae
◦december thirtieth, ninety-six
--- ⤠ twenty-two ½, capricorn
◦jeonggok, gyeongsangnam
--- ✈️ moved to busan at fifteen
◦one seventy eight cm
◦kinsey five
◦recycles
◦aggressively loyal, like a big pup
◦will make friends with you if you blink at him
◦a bit impulsive, will definitely go on three am adventures
◦was part of the art club, left
◦was also part of the drama club, left
◦considering archery because 'it looks cool'
◦also considering the film club due to a passing interest, but mostly because sigma nu's president is in it, and he thinks he's cool
◦never seems to sleep

home

taehyung is five, and his entire world spans across a tiny village tucked into a tiny town. there’s a lot of green to slip between his toes, plenty rain to track the mud about, plenty sun to keep him ruddy. taehyung is happy and unruly and as his mama teaches him big boy words, he comes to really understand the meaning of home. his mama is home, fun and eccentric and always barefoot, muttering about auras and folklore and the life that goes on between the trees; papa too, always messy with paint and ink, dirt and sweat, kind and patient but very busy. this house and its fields and its tilled soil, the only land he’ll know for years, is home.

taehyung is nine and he’s old enough now to help ma with the herbs and greens and fruit that grow around their house, meticulously planted in rows upon rows of browns and greens, little peeks of various color. he’s also old enough now that a portion of his days are spent with old books and his ma’s calm voice teaching him math and history and writing and reading and other boring stuff.

by now, taehyung can never keep still. his attention flits about, from one thing to another, interests coming and going with every season. homeschool is hard, not because he has any real trouble grasping what his ma teaches him, but because he’s restless and it’s boring and he doesn’t care. he can hardly pay attention and it’s frustrating for them both. but he gets through it on some effort and strategic incentive, and to compromise, she makes it fun, teaches him what she knows of other things too— mythology, the language of flowers, lets him do art with his father's paints, calligraphy with his inks. and then he plays outside, helps in the yard, goes to the markets, and there isn't a moment where taehyung is still.

onwards

taehyung is fifteen and everything is different, everything changes.

he moves to live with his grandparents in busan and the city is as terrifying as it is fascinating. there’s a boy around his age that lives two houses down and he’s the first real friend he makes, the first number he puts in his very first cell phone. public school is scary and for the first time in his life, taehyung sinks into himself. he's still restless but quietly so, keeping well out of the way of others— and it's just that it's overwhelming is all. it's a lot of change at once, starting over. but even though he misses his mom and dad, he loves his grandparents, thinks he even loves the boy from a few houses down. he holds onto them, the way they care for him, and eventually, with some time and patience and a few tantrums, taehyung adapts.

he makes friends that don't mind that he's loud and curious and affectionate; he finds an interest that he's managed to keep long enough to morph into passion, and since there's a scholarship riding on it, his grades stay in the top percentile. his excess energy goes into a dozen hobbies, some he keeps, most he doesn't, and though he's mostly always busy, he doesn't always sleep. sometimes he sneaks out after midnight, when the house sleeps. around the neighborhood, into the city, growing accustomed to the noise and finding that he craves it now more than he ever has. it's much better than the still soundtrack of creaking floorboards or a silent house, the hum of idle electricity. it's a different kind of nature, the city is, nothing that he's used to but... eventually, it starts to feel like home, too.

seoul is a city all the same to him. it's big and it's bustling and it never sleeps. his accent in comparison to busan's hadn't been all too different, but here, it feels heavier, thicker, like everyone knows immediately upon hearing him, seeing him, that he's from a much smaller place. it's not that it bothers him, but well; he's conscious of it, maybe. he tries with some effort to mimic a seoul accent and though it gets better with practice, he mostly forgets to keep trying.

upon joining KU, things are more or less the same than they were in high school. he works even harder, joins a few clubs that don't take, joins more until they do. he's bright and friendly and after having joined sigma nu during his freshman year, he's prominent enough to eventually make vice.

nowadays, he's a lot more introspective, reflective— older in a way that's still very, very young. he knows he has so much to learn, about himself and about everything, a few buried things to address. but really, who has the time to think about it?

◦year
--- ⤠ incoming junior
◦fraternity
--- ⤠ sigma nu, vice president
◦major
--- ⤠ enviornmental science
-----_with an emphasis on ecology
◦minor
--- ⤠ biochem
◦clubs
--- ⤠ sunshine, biology, sage
------tiger consent coalition
◦sports
--- ⤠ league of legends (mid/adc main)

v (kim taehyung) bts
◦timezone
--- ⤠ cst/ctd
◦para, third person first tense
--- ⤠ but i'm flexible and open to smaller action scenes!!
◦i'm most active at night, but here sporadically throughout the day