103086: Birthday

"...you've always been afraid of getting attached, jian."

Discussion: Jian Lee

Hi, everyone! Sorry for posting this a day late—I wasn’t feeling too great last night and decided to rest earlier than usual. I’m feeling a bit better today, so here I am! I’ll try not to miss another day for the rest of the celebration. 💜

For this post, we’ll be talking about Jian Lee! His name remains the same regardless of whether we’ll be talking about the one from Coalesce or the one from the DNAU-verse. To make things easier, I’ll simply add “Coa” or “DNAU” in front of his name so that there’s no confusion on which Jian is being discussed—at least in the culmination part of the post! 

With that out of the way, feel free to click down below if you’d like to know more about him! 

Coalesce Spread: Jian

Pride: A Coalesce Graphic

"I sing Vanessa's symphony; Eliza tells her story.

Now fill the world with music, love, and pride."

(Lin-Manuel Miranda)

Traditions: A Coalesce Short (1/2)

Hartsfield-Jackson Airport

Atlanta, GA

United States of America

December 23, 2016

“Are you going home, too?”

Jian paused his music and looked at the source of the voice. There was a much younger female sitting across him, sunglasses perched on top of her head and regarding him with a curious expression. She had a rose gold tote bag on her lap and a similarly colored carry-on luggage next to her; Jian found himself staring before managing a short, reserved answer.

“I am. Where are you off to?”

“Back to Seoul; I’m staying for Christmas and New Year before coming back here.” Her phone made a noise and she excused herself to check the message; Jian took the chance to observe her further. The female wore a white hoodie with a shirt underneath, light-colored jogger pants, and white sneakers. She looked familiar, he realized, but couldn’t quite pinpoint who exactly she was. “Sorry about that, my friend just wanted to see if I was here already. And you?”

“Taipei.” She nodded slowly and it went quiet between the two of them; Jian glanced back down at his tablet and (tried to) resume reading, though sensed that the much younger other wanted to continue conversation.

Well. He couldn’t blame her, not really—it was the holiday season, after all. Around them were bunches of people, both family and friends alike, who were all chattering away with each other about plans and whatnot. It seemed like they were the few minority who were travelling alone without anyone else.

Good Intentions: A Coalesce Short

Jian’s Apartment


Altlanta, GA


United States of America


January 2017

“Are you sure that you’re okay, brother?”

A half-smile crawls up the male’s lips. “I’m okay, Yue. I promise. I’ve just been…more tired lately, compared to these past few weeks. The bar’s been gaining more attention, so it’s only normal that I’m getting tired, you know?”

“I don’t know.” From his laptop screen, Yue throws him a look. “You’ve never really looked this exhausted. Maybe you want to come to Taipei, take a break with us? The family’s been asking how you’ve been,” she expressed. Her brown eyes met the gaze of her older brother, and she gave a small sigh. “I keep telling them to get off your case, but you have to admit that you owe them an answer, too. They’ve been concerned that you were suddenly able to help out with my college tuition and everything. Not that I’m not thankful,” she adds hurriedly, spotting the small frown poking its way to his lips, “I am. Really. They just want to know how you’re doing, and so do I.”

He sighed, reaching up and loosening the deep purple tie that hung around his neck. “I…alright. You’re right; I do owe you an explanation. And our family. But not now.” Yue looked like she was about to protest, but Jian lifted a hand and she kept her mouth closed. “I promise that I’ll explain. But I’m afraid that if I do tell, everyone else will just get on my case. And I don’t want that—I don’t think you want that either. Right?”

Waiting Game: A Coalesce Short

The Cage

Atlanta, GA

United States of America

December 2016

“Was he that bad?”

“What?”

“You’re looking awfully chipper today,” Elsie snarked, tying her brown her up in a ponytail. Jian gave her a pointed look but said nothing, not wanting her words to aggravate him as much as the prior weekend did. “Was it because of what happened during the weekend? You owe me a few stories, by the way.”

“Stories?”

“Mhm. You never really take Saturdays off unless you’re really, really sick or unless you need to go back to Taiwan.” The other said nothing, though sighed internally. Elsie was, if anything, observant—but maybe too observant for her own good. Jian inhaled and counted to ten before looking at her. Elsie kept looking at him, waiting for him to answer. He knew that she wouldn’t exactly back down without an answer she thought was satisfactory enough.

“I didn’t have a good weekend,” he answered shortly. Jian glanced at the mirror in the staff room and straightened his collar, “That’s all there is to it. Nothing more, nothing less.”

OCs x Social Media: Jian Lee

 

Attachment: A Russie Features Short

Mack’s Apartment

Atlanta, GA

United States of America

December 2016

Jian wakes up with a splitting headache and the taste of last night’s alcohol in his mouth. He blinks, feels an unfamiliar blanket on top. It’s violet and thin—not his typical thick and purple one. Jian reaches to yank it off, but there’s a heavy weight beside him which makes movement much more difficult.

Soft curls brush against his back. His throat dries upon realizing what had gone on the previous night—remembers smirks and semi-drunken laughter and dark brown curls that almost looked black in the dark of the night.

“Oh fuck,” he curses. “Oh my fucking God.” Panic shoots up his system and he nearly jerks out of bed only to realize the presence of a warm arm around his waist. Jian’s breath stutters and he looks over his shoulder to see a sleeping other there, his face perfectly relaxed as he sleeps.

On a normal morning, he wouldn’t be too bothered. It wasn’t an uncommon occurrence—the flames of one-night stands were usually extinguished come morning. The two of them would part ways eventually without much memory or attachment to the hours spent together asleep and awake.

It didn’t bother him much because there was the feeling of absolute nothingness.

Now, however, Jian felt a drumming in his chest that he wasn’t sure was something he was familiar with.

And it scared him.

Mood Boards: Jian Lee

Team Roles: Kang Ent.

Damage Control: A Blogsary Short

Kang Enterprises

Atlanta, GA

United States of America

May 2017

Tony was sure that Jin-ho’s choice to let go of the darker and sketchier path was the best damn choice he’d made in ages. “It’s about fucking time,” he muttered. “Maybe I can regain my peace of mind this time around and stop thinking of whether your father will rise to murder me or not.”

“He won’t do that, he’s cremated.” Jin-ho waved off the other’s worry, though Tony could very much see the traces of relief crawling back into the other’s expression. Tony liked that more, if he had to be honest—there were times wherein Jin-ho could be a little shit, but he’d much rather have that side of Jin-ho that the side who was jumpy, wrecked, and had his hands stained far more than any other person in the company.

He was about to comment on that small slice of dark humor, but a knock came on the door with Mathieu stepping in quickly. He stopped, looking at the two others with an apprehensive look. “…bad time?”

“Not at all. We’re more relaxed than ever, to be honest,” Tony admitted. That wasn’t much to fully ease down Mathieu’s nervous pangs, but he saw the redhead’s shoulders relax slightly. “Any updates on what happened to Lee?”

“Nothing. It’s like he just disappeared.” Mathieu came forward and sunk into one of the two chairs in front of Jin-ho’s desk, groaning. “I’ve been talking to everyone I could—police connections, employees at the bar—Jian hasn’t shown up anywhere ever since that incident.”

Team Profile: Kang Ent.

Wreck/Ruin: A Blogsary Short

Kang Residences

Atalnta, GA

United States of America

  

Mathieu knew that he owed Kang Enterprises so, so much.

Stumbling across Jin-ho back in San Francisco, if anything, a fortunate accident. After trying to pick up the pieces and live for his own in the United States after the clusterfuck that was his (shitty) father, he didn’t really expect much for himself. Most of it died away after his ma died and his father was (forced) to pick him up because of custody or some shit. He wasn’t sure—he always thought that he and his ma were going to make it in France somehow.

But she died and his father picked him up and basically raised him as a son, except: there was hardly any love, any effort put into it. Sure, there was the cash—the Silvestres were privileged enough to have a financially stable life—but that was it. His father was out all the time, there was business to deal with, he probably had another family at that point.

He hated it.

Moving away, finally leaving didn’t feel so much better. He bounced around the States, picking up whatever he could do and living to sustain himself until that one night wherein he was walking back from wherever the hell he came from and turned a corner to his apartment when—

Long story short, Mathieu managed to beat away these assholes who managed to shove this Asian-looking fellow onto the ground. Jin-ho was groaning when Mathieu managed to support him into his apartment, and when he turned the lights on, the redhead swore fuck because the other fellow looked bad.

Aesthetics: Kang Ent.

Bonds: A Blogsary Short

i.

When Jin-ho first met Tony, he never really thought that he’d have to work with him from an early age. Anthony Howard was merely someone who worked for his father; he would always see him around his father’s office or around the actual office building, dressed smartly in a navy suit and a tie that looked close to grey. Tony would greet Jin-ho would a polite smile, though Jin-ho was never really sure if the eyes hiding behind Tony’s dark sunglasses were smiling too or not.

Then again, he didn’t really expect his father to die so soon, either.

The two already knew each other before the death of Tae-min, so things weren’t too awkward. Despite that, bonding over death was never really the best thing.

(But for them, it worked. Somehow.)

After the death of his father, Jin-ho worked at much later times, woke up earlier than he tended to. Sleep was suddenly less of a necessity to him than it already was; he found himself grieving through work and work alone.

His mother noticed but never spoke up, not wanting to intrude. She respected that if that was how he would grieve, then that would be how he’d grieve.

Tony noticed.

Teaser #02: Blogsary '16

truth | change | meaning | sacrifice

Jian: A Coalesce Fanmix

Hollow: A Coalesce Short

The Cage

Atlanta, GA

United States of America

January 2017

Mack noticed that Jian looked terribly empty. He didn’t know how that happened; usually the Asian was full of life and cheer and teasing. So he tried to bring it back. 

“Business looks like it’s starting to suck,” he commented. Jian rolled his eyes as he polished the inside of a glass, later looking up to see the curly-haired man glancing at him. The smirk appeared once Mack recognized that empty Jian was still present. “I’m surprised people are still coming out and drinking when shit’s been happening lately, you know?”

“You make it sound like there’s someone out there to murder everyone,” the bartender replied dryly, doing his best to ignore the sudden uncomfortable feeling in his stomach. Fingers twitched.

“There might be.” Mack shrugged and took another drink from the beer bottle, “I’m not surprised anymore. You get shit like this happening left and right. You sort of get used to it the more you immerse yourself into investigating it.” he said all of this while holding the bottle gently, keeping up the inviting tone in his voice. Trying to get the same old Jian out. 

“You’re very calm about all of this.” Jian set aside the glass where many others also sat in perfect lines, “It’s weird.” 

“I don’t generally give a shit unless my life’s at stake,” the other answered bluntly. This made a frown come to the Taiwanese man’s expression, a stony frown instead of an empty one, and Mack noticed. He blinked. “What’s wrong?” Did I do this wrong? 

“Nothing, nothing. You want another drink?” 

Mack was about to say something else when his eyes fell on the nearly consumed bottle. “Huh. Alright.”

Arson: A Coalesce Graphic

"It started with destroyed properties.

And now, the sick fuck is burning people, too."