Okay better question time: does the cast have birthday rituals or traditions that they do like eat a specific food or do a specific activity? for example, since my 17th birthday, every year I’ve blasted Dancing Queen super loudly in the morning to hype up the day

happy birthday!! thanks for resending :3

Gabe hovers around the kitchen while his mom makes a special paila marina. She doesn't let him help and they've done this since he was small.

Kile goes camping with their moms! Or sometimes just Amber if Trace can't take the cold lol

Jack usually spends one day with his paternal family, then spends another seeing movies with his mom!

Heidi & Curt's Halloween-themed birthday party is their tradition! They'll have to find a new one soon :(

I think it'd be pretty standard for the rest of them: friends, family, cake, presents!

— Rejoice, little lambs! We have recovered our own Hwan Jaemin, spotted prancing about in the Southwest Side. I don’t remember seeing him with any clique back in high school, but I’m not here to spill yesterday’s tea. So straight to the rundown: can you say analytical and self-assured? Apparently now he spends time as an advertising and editorial photographer at PJJ Publishing, and keeps skeletons buried at Geumsang Apartment Complex, B302. But those won’t stay hidden for long, if you and I have any say on it. Welcome back, Boy Blunder; we missed you so.

In case you don’t remember the devil’s name, here’s to refresh your memory:

Samuel was rather shy and nervous during the first year of high school, but it never showed. He kept his expressions blank, only his light hand shakes and twitching would betray how he really felt. He slowly gained the confidence needed to discover who he wanted to be, brisk and rather forward, he always knew what he wanted and how to get it, it was a sort of confidence in one being, and thought process. He was never rude to the other students, but he did make sure to avoid certain cliques and groups. He heard of the rumours floating around, who wouldn’t when it was spoken of so frequently, and he had made sure to never slip up, and to do so he kept himself distant from others (it was rather easy after all, Samuel was always rather awkward, and never knew how to handle small talk). When it came to his reputation, he was rather viewed as a loner, someone hard to reach, cold and closed off. Students were weary of speaking to him, teaming up with him for group projects and what not because he was something hard to understand. It was easy to judge someone when they had a label, but Jaemin seemed to avoid all of them, and find his own box to get into. For that reason, most people avoided him and deemed him weird, an anomaly and something unable to be understood.

Nevermind the memory lane though, the present is always the ripest fruit:

Samuel’s personality didn’t change much from how he was in high school, he’s still straight forward when it comes to his goals and thought process, though his social skills if anything seemed to deteriorate with time. From high school to college, Samuel seemed to keep avoiding people regardless of any situation. Old habits die hard, don’t they? At least he isn’t in denial about it anymore, making sure to get help for his social anxiety, apparently there’s a name for those types of things now. It’s a work in progress. Behind the mask, Sammy transforms into someone confident, never cocky, snarky and sarcastic. As for reputation, the same thing seems to keep following around: too cold, distant, a loner, boring, weird and uninteresting. One thing did change, apparently he’s pretty to others, whatever that means. Maybe it’s the hair?

But we are nothing if not open books – my job is to ensure you get to the best pages:

Hwan Jaemin was born on the 19th of July in Manchester, England, and was abandoned at an orphanage when he was just a baby by his birth parents. Adopted by Josie and Jake Jones, he was given his English name and became Samuel Jones. His parents were high up in the social hierarchy, one could call them rich, which they indeed were. Samuel lived in the Jones Manor which he would soon realize was rather recluse and far from the city; there was nothing much other than a forest and greenery around him. Despite his parents adopting him, he quickly learned they did so only so he could become the next in line to inherent Jones Industries. You see, his mother, Jessie, was infertile, and his father, Jake, wouldn’t simply ever want to lose his company he worked so hard to gain. And so they trained him to be proper and prim. No son of theirs could ever be anything but perfect. From etiquette lessons, to manners, it was all ever so suffocating. Samuel figured if he could pull through and could prove to them that he would make heir, maybe they would start paying attention to him and love him. He was wrong. All he ever got was scrutiny, and nods of approval, cold and calculating, there was no warmth for him there in their lives. Sammy quickly grew to hate being their heir. He didn’t want it.

Their behaviour never seemed to quite change, and so, Samuel learned to be silent, and quiet. To him, it was better if he ceased to exist in their eyes. He would rather to pretend he didn’t exist than to constantly receive disapproval for not breathing the proper way, and for not replying the proper way, for not existing the right way. It was all too exhausting. It worked, somewhat. The young boy would disappear into his room when his parents would finally come home after their long trips to foreign counties that they seem to never consider taking him along with. He was always alone in that big, cold manor that he grew to loathe. Every morning he would wake up feeling cold and empty; sometimes a nanny would be there if his parents remembered (though most of the time they didn’t). It was the sort of cold and clinical type of relationship that would haunt him forever, and that would never cease to terrify him. He had to be strong though. At a young age, Samuel knew the didn’t want to fall into his parents shoes, he didn’t want anything to do with them or the company they owned.

He lived in his own fantasy world, escaping the hurt and neglect he faced. Going to school in England was hard, the city that never completely slept and the students were never too kind, but Sam found something that helped him go on, a hobby of sorts, well two: photography and comic books. It might seem like an odd choice at first, but it really wasn’t. Sam enjoyed capturing the world into small, rectangle pieces of memory. It gave him meaning. He fell in love with the city at night, climbing on top of his rooftop, he would use his allowance to buy packets of any comic book he could find, and he fell in love with superheroes.

It was hard not to enjoy the fantasy world he fell into every night, each universe was so unique, from Marvel to DC, Samuel read it all. He would have to admit, he had a soft spot for the Batman series, maybe it was because they were all human, they usually were, they didn’t have any extraordinary powers, but they were able to be extraordinary regardless. And Sammy just wanted to be like that. He wanted to be important and make a difference. He saw how cold hearted the world truly was, and his pictures taken only proved his point further, he witnessed homeless people being treated like dirt, assaults and robberies; why couldn’t he intervene and change things, why couldn’t he make his neighbourhood a better place? And so he did. It wasn’t that hard to either, he had all the instructions needed to be the best vigilante in his comic books anyway, and if crime slowly stopped happening it would only be a good thing.

When he started high school, he was sent to Cheongnam. Samuel always imagined he’d stay in Manchester the rest of his life with his adoptive parents. He always knew he was adopted, and really, it wasn’t that hard to figure out, his features never seemed to match up with his parents’. All he had to do was dig up his birth certificate that was filed in their study and ask his nanny, and lo and behold, he found himself on a quick airplane ride to South Korea. If he knew it would have taken a simple question just to get away, he would have done it sooner.  Cheongnam was prestigious and highly suffocating, the whole time, all Samuel could remember was his childhood. Using his Korean name helped him dissociate from his past, and helped him find himself a new identity. He would always be the quiet one who sat in front of the class taking notes, and he’d always be the kid who’d answer the teacher’s questions correctly, but now he had hobbies and a passion, he had drive. He didn’t have his parents around anymore to judge him, or to mold him into being a carbon copy of them. He could do what he wanted, and he did, from joining clubs, to getting his ears pierced, Samuel- no, Jaemin, never felt so free in his life. Maybe he didn’t have many friends in high school, he never was able to develop the ability to make friends quite well, he was always a bit too awkward, a bit too shy, but he never shied away from his interests. High school might have been a drag, but at least he was able to get into the art college he had wanted to study in photography (he never heard the end of it from Jake and Jessie, but he did it anyway).

Now a full, actual adult, Jaemin works as a photographer for PJJ Publishing, and at night, he continues to fight crime and purge the city of criminals as Red Robin, his alias.