Changkyun

⸺  Chang kyun

  PERSONALITY    : Changkyun shows care through actions, not words. He is observant and notices small changes in people, but he rarely comments on them. He is most comfortable in the salon, where he works with focus and hums without realizing it. People confide in him, and he keeps what he hears private. He uses dry, deadpan humor to joke with people he likes while keeping some distance. He is gentle with children and elderly customers and is quietly sentimental about his grandmother's chairs and the stray cat. He is a perfectionist about his work but avoids making decisions about his own life. When hurt, he becomes polite and distant instead of confronting the issue. He is well known and well liked in town, but few people ask what he actually wants.

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  APPEARANCE    : Changkyun is 30 and stands around 5'10" with a lean, slightly narrow build, dark eyes, a sharp jawline, and a face that looks calm and a little unimpressed by default. His hair is always styled but never looks like he tried too hard, usually a textured cut he changes every few months. He wears two small silver hoops in his left ear and a simple stud in his right, which he got in the city at 21 and never took out, plus a healed nose piercing he rarely wears a stud in anymore. He takes his earrings out at work when doing hair close to the ear, then puts them back in without thinking. He has a tiny pair of shears tattooed on the inside of his left wrist, usually covered by his watch, and a few small black-ink pieces on his forearm from his early twenties, a comb, a star, and a wobbly sun, which he calls mistakes but wouldn't remove. On his ribs is his grandmother's name in Hangul, in her own handwriting, and only his sister knows about it. He usually wears dark, simple, well-fitting clothes like black or gray tees, a worn denim jacket, and cuffed trousers, and at work he wears a black apron with scissors and clips in the pockets and a comb behind his ear. His hands are steady and a little rough from years of washing, with small scars on the fingers from shears. He has a quiet, easy smile that shows up more with kids and older customers, and when he's tired it shows around his eyes, though he hides it with a joke or concealer he'd never admit to using.

Biography

Changkyun grew up in a small town above and around his grandmother's salon. His mother had moved back to town pregnant and single, and she worked double shifts at the diner, so Halmoni raised him for much of his childhood. He spent his afternoons under the dryers, sweeping hair, learning the regulars' names and which ones took sugar in their tea. His father left before he could remember him, and the town had plenty of opinions about it that he learned early to ignore. His younger sister was born seven years after him, and he often looked after her while the adults worked.By his teens, he was doing small trims for friends and family and quietly decided he wanted more than the town could offer. Halmoni had taught him the basics, but he wanted to learn what hair could do beyond perms and school-photo cuts. At 19, he left for the city with a small bag and a lot of stubborn pride. He started as a salon assistant, sweeping floors and washing hair, then slowly worked his way up to cutting and coloring. At 21, he got his first set of piercings and his first tattoo, the tiny shears on his wrist, the night he landed his first real backstage job.Over the next several years, he built a career in editorial and backstage hair, working long hours on shoots and fashion shows. He was good at it, but the pace wore him down, and he found himself missing the slower, more personal work of a regular chair. He rarely called home as often as he should have, and his family noticed. By 27, he was burned out and unsure what he was working toward, though he never admitted this to anyone.When Halmoni's hands gave out and the salon closed, he came back, partly out of guilt and partly out of exhaustion. He reopened it as Just a Trim, keeping her original chairs and repainting the walls, and told everyone it was temporary. Three years later, he is still there, cutting hair for half the town, feeding a cat he insists isn't his, and getting a tattoo of his grandmother's name on his ribs that only his sister knows about. A contact from the city still offers him work now and then, and he still hasn't given a real answer.