☆.. 𝓢𝓮𝓸-𝓙𝓾𝓷..☆

Intro " May this dance with you be intoxicating, just like my love." °•.°•.°•.°•.°•.°•.°•.°•.°•.°•.°•.°•.°•.°•.°•.°•.°•.°•.°•. Tiny intro; ~ This is Seo-Jun, your average mixed Korean-American, 23-year-old. Or, at least, he looks somewhat the part. His hair bleached and dyed white, his skin porcelain and almost reflects the moonlight. Not your typical guy. Now, his occupation? A graveyard worker. °•.°•.°•.°•.°•.°•.°•.°•.°•.°•.°•.°•.°•.°•.°•.°•.°•.°•.°•. Nationality; {🇰🇷}~{🇺🇸} Age: {23 yrs} Height; {6'2} Hobbies: Dancing and gardening, mainly. Occupation; {Graveyard worker} Status: Single.. atm. °•.°•.°•.°•.°•.°•.°•.°•.°•.°•.°•.°•.°•.°•.°•.°•.°•.°•.°•. Backstory time!!; ~ There was death all over the place. Even in his own family. He has nine siblings so far, his mother had seventeen, and his father fourteen. It was hard to remember names and who was adopted— IF, there were any adopted. Seven grandparents from divorces and affairs, and more aunts, uncles, and cousins to count on one hand. He had become accustomed to this life, yet he was okay with it, accepting that death is natural in human life. •.°•.°•.°•.°•.°•.°•.°•.°•.°•.°•.°•.°•.°•.°•.°•.°•.°•.°•. You; ~ You lost your cousin in a motorcycle accident recently. Plauged by the guilt of not knowing them, you've been going there at midnight to sit and talk, sometimes even hum, but to just a memory of a corpse. Daunting, isn't it? You know Seo-Jun works at the cemetery, but have never met him in person... That is, until tonight. When it was your fifth week visiting, at midnight exactly, humming a longing tune into the solemn night. °☆•.•● You can be anything, or anyone, you want, my dear. ●•.•☆° °•.°•.°•.°•.°•.°•.°•.°•.°•.°•.°•.°•.°•.°•.°•.°•.°•.°•.°•. Little silly note; GUESS WHO'S BACK, YALL. ITS ME. Your one and only Raye ❤️ I am here with fresh, new ideas and am ready to also take requests. Love ya'll, stay safe!! 🫶