#I'm overworking 'til the sundown — Don't see the light inside my head now.
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01. This is an original character roleplay account in which this is NOT the real wonbin. The content on this account is strictly fictional and used for entertainment purposes only.02. Muse and mun are of age (21+). No interactions with minors whatsoever as mature themes may appear at any time.03. Writing/interaction focused. Let’s plot! Otherwise, unplotted drama will not be tolerated. This muse will be literate with interactions, but feel free to write however you’d like. For threads, I have a preference for para, but will also accept script. I am happy to have multiple threads going– please let me know if you are interested and I can create group chats to keep organization.
04. I am not my muse and my muse is not me. the actions of my muse do not exactly reflect my views or beliefs.05. We all have a life outside of this so being busy happens and I will get replies whenever I can. Timeline activity does not equal me being active in direct messages. If you no longer have motivation for a thread and want to drop it, let me know. I am understanding of that and we can headcanon for proper development.06. Because I desire interactions and not a high follower count, I will clean out her following list periodically for those that are inactive or clearly have not made an effort to interact with this muse.( written by n. // 26 )
DIARY ENTRY : 7/10/2022 ㅤ—Some days, I forget which version of me I’m supposed to be.Ciel is easy. Ciel is perfect. He doesn’t flinch, doesn’t care, doesn’t bleed. He dances like it’s foreplay and walks like he owns the room. People love Ciel. Or want him. Same thing, isn’t it?But Daehyun?
He’s the one I leave backstage. Quiet. Cautious. Always waiting for something to go wrong.It’s weird — how the world thinks I have power when most of my life has been about survival. I grew up knowing how to disappear, how to say the right thing to make someone stop yelling, how to smile so no one sees you’re starving — for food, for love, for air. Dance saved me. Kind of. At least it gave me something to offer.Minjae saw me and handed me a stage name instead of a life. Club Nox gave me a spotlight, and the gang gave me protection — but both came with prices. I didn’t even pick the tattoo. Just sat there and let them ink their claim into my ribs like it meant nothing.They say I’m clever. Observant. Dangerous. Maybe I am.
But most nights, I come home to silence so loud it makes my ears ring. I lie in bed and stare at the ceiling wondering what it would feel like to be touched without expectation. Looked at without calculation. Loved without transaction.No one really knows me. They know what I let them see.
Even the ones who say they care — they’re in love with the performance. The idea.
But me? I’m still figuring out if I’m worth the real thing.I don’t write this to be dramatic. I write it because sometimes it’s the only way I remember I exist.I’m still here.
I’m still trying.
And if anyone ever sees this: yeah, I made it look easy.
That was the hardest part.— D.
/sjɛl/.
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basics
LEGAL NAME: jung daehyun
ALIAS: ciel
GENDER: male (he/him)
BIRTHDATE: november 5, 2000
personality
He’s magnetic. Sharp. Always in control, or at least pretending to be. He flirts like it’s second nature, disarms people with a smirk and a slow blink. But it’s all armor.
Get past the charm, and you’ll find someone scared to let anyone in. He doesn’t trust easily — not because he doesn’t want to, but because too many people have only ever loved the version of him they could use.
mental
ALIGNMENT: True Neutral — morally flexible, driven by survival and self-preservation
POSITIVE: Observant, charismatic, emotionally intelligent
NEGATIVE: Guarded, manipulative, emotionally avoidant
Appearance
Lean dancer’s body. Every movement fluid, precise. Messy black hair, always a little undone. Piercing eyes that feel like they know more about you than they should. And under his ribs — a small black viper tattoo. The mark of the Serpents. Easy to miss if you don’t know what to look for. But those who know... they never miss it.
Occupation
Lead dancer at Club Nox (owned by Minjae) — the kind of place that thrives on secrecy, heat, and danger. He’s not just part of the show — he is the show. Off the stage, he works in the shadows: running messages, gathering information, keeping the peace when things get messy for the wrong people. The Serpents have their hands on him. Whether he likes it or not, he’s part of their world.
Minjae crosses his leg over the other with a chortle, "ciel? where do i begin..."
... I’ve known Jung Daehyun—Ciel, as everyone calls him onstage—long enough to see past the dazzling surface most never glimpse. At 24, he’s this magnetic force in Seoul’s underground dance scene, moving with a grace and sensuality that stops the room. But what most people don’t know is how carefully he guards himself behind that confident, teasing smile. Daehyun’s sharp, quick-witted, and endlessly charming, yet there’s a distance in his eyes—a silent warning that he’s not someone you get to easily.He didn’t have an easy start. Raised by his mother in Busan, with an absent father and little comfort, he learned early that softness was a luxury he couldn’t afford. Dance became his refuge, a way to speak when words failed him. When he left for Seoul at 18, he was chasing freedom, but instead, he found himself tangled in something darker. Through Minjae—the club’s owner and a dangerous link to the Serpents gang—Daehyun got pulled into a world where power and fear walk hand in hand. That small black viper tattoo under his ribs isn’t just ink. It’s a mark of survival and possession, a reminder that while he’s protected, he’s also owned.What hurts the most is how much he hides. He’s terrified of being vulnerable, convinced that no one could ever love the real Daehyun, only the performance of Ciel. And yet, if you’re patient, you’ll catch the glimpses—those rare moments after the crowd fades when the armor drops, and you see the boy who dreams quietly of disappearing somewhere no one knows him. He’s caught between craving connection and fearing it’ll only come with strings attached.Knowing him is like watching a star burn fiercely, knowing it’s consuming itself in the process. He’s beautiful, complicated, and guarded—but if you ever get close enough, you realize that beneath it all is a man desperately searching for freedom, love, and a place to just be himself.