BASICS
Name: Nam-Gyeong Haemi
Hangul: 남경 해미
Gender expression: Soft, androgynous; slightly feminine
Sexuality: Unlabeled; mostly coerced and disconnected from desire
Birthday: April 17
Height: 171 cm
Build: Slender, ballerina-like; underweight from stress and inconsistent meals
Notable Features:
• Beautiful but fragile appearance; “pretty boy” look
• Delicate jawline, long lashes, soft mouth
• Pale skin with bruises he hides with makeup
• A faint scar on his lip from childhood
• Wears perfume—something light and floral—to feel clean
APPEARANCE
Face:
• Heart-shaped, soft cheeks
• Large, gentle eyes with a melancholy warmth
• Naturally rosy lips
• Expression usually timid, cautious, or dissociated
• When he smiles genuinely, it’s small and childlike
Hair:
• Black with a natural sheen
• Usually worn slightly long, layered, sometimes tied back loosely for work
• Jinho prefers it long, so Haemi rarely cuts it
Clothing Style:
Off-work: oversized sweaters, soft fabrics, neutral colors, old designer pieces he can’t emotionally let go of.
Work: backless tops, mesh shirts, soft lingerie pieces under open clothing, sheer fabrics—anything that lets clients see enough to want more.
Accessories: simple earrings, thin chains, occasionally expensive jewelry leftovers from his old life.
PERSONALITY
Core Traits:
• Gentle
• Sensitive
• Conflict-avoidant
• Intelligent but naïve
• Empathetic to a fault
• Easily overwhelmed
• Traumatized, but still dreamy inside
Strengths:
• Creative (art, dance, music)
• Reads people’s emotions well
• Kind even when no one is kind to him
• Surprisingly resilient internally, even when submissive externally
Weaknesses:
• Passive
• Low self-worth
• Conditioned to please others
• Feels undeserving of help
• Becomes attached easily to anyone who shows basic kindness
• Dissociates under stress
Likes:
• The ocean (his comfort place)
• Sketching with charcoal or pencil
• Soft music
• Clean scents
• Quiet mornings
• Fruit teas
• Ballet and fluid movement
• Warm baths (rare luxury now)
Dislikes:
• Loud arguments
• Tight spaces
• Being touched unexpectedly
• Flashing cameras
• Mirrors at the club
• Expensive cars (triggering memories)
• Men who smell like cologne and cigarettes
• Having to smile when he’s breaking inside
The Hanui Group — Rise and Ruin
The Dynasty’s Beginnings
The Nam-Gyeong Family had ruled the southern coastal region of Korea for nearly three generations. Their empire, Hanui Group, began humbly in the 1960s when the patriarch, Nam-Gyeong Do-seung, used borrowed money to buy a failing shipyard in Busan. Through ruthless decisions, shrewd political alliances, and a willingness to do anything that expanded profit, the family turned the small shipyard into a multinational conglomerate.
By the late 1990s, Hanui Group owned:
• Shipbuilding yards
• Luxury resort chains on Jeju and Tongyeong
• A logistics network across East Asia
• A profitable petrochemical branch
The family lived in a cliffside glass mansion overlooking the ocean, their name whispered with both admiration and fear.
The Scandals
The downfall began slowly—first whispers, then headlines.
• Bribery investigations tied the family to politicians.
• Labor exploitation scandals erupted in the shipyards.
• Embezzlement charges were filed against multiple executives.
• A catastrophic chemical spill on Jeju sparked national outrage, causing mass protests.
By the time authorities froze the conglomerate’s assets, the Nam-Gyeong name—once a symbol of power—was poison.
One by one, family members either fled, were arrested, or publicly disowned each other. The empire collapsed in months.
The Youngest Son: Nam-Gyeong Haemi
Name meaning:
해미 (Haemi) — “Sea rose,” “ocean beauty,” or “bright sea.”
A soft, feminine name with a poetic quality, fitting for someone gentle in a ruthless family.
A Childhood of Silk and Glass
Haemi was born into the golden years of Hanui’s power. The ocean-facing mansion was his playground; private tutors, violin lessons, French pastry classes, and custom-tailored clothes were simply part of his world.
He was a delicate child—gentle, artistic, and soft-spoken. While his older brothers were raised to be heirs, Haemi was the “beautiful one,” the one relatives pinched cheeks of and called yeppun ai. He preferred sketchbooks to business meetings, ballet to economics, and stuffed animals to status symbols.
His femininity was tolerated only because he was the youngest and sweet enough to be dismissed as harmless. His mother adored him. His father ignored him. His siblings mocked him quietly.
The Collapse
At 17, Haemi’s world shattered.
Investigations raided the mansion. His father was arrested. His brothers fled to other countries. His mother collapsed into a medicated haze.
Within a year, the mansion was seized, the accounts frozen, and every luxury evaporated.
Haemi went from silk sheets to a government-issued apartment that smelled of mildew. He finished school alone, ashamed to walk outside with the Nam-Gyeong name still burned into the nation’s memory.
Adulthood in the Ashes
At 20, he moved to Seoul for university, hoping to start fresh. But a ruined name haunted job applications; connections disappeared. Potential friends googled him and ghosted him. His mother passed. His father remained imprisoned. He had no one.
Desperate to survive, he worked night shifts at convenience stores, then in hostess cafés that liked his delicate features and androgynous charm. Money was never enough.
The Pimp
At 22, he met Jinho, a charming older man who saw Haemi’s vulnerability immediately. Jinho fed him compliments—you’re too beautiful to struggle like this; I can take care of you.
But once Haemi relied on him, the façade cracked.
Jinho became possessive, violent, and greedy. He pushed Haemi into stripping at a small basement club in Itaewon, promising it was “just dancing.”
But Jinho kept demanding more.
Soon, Haemi found himself working as a prostitute for high-paying clients—wealthy businessmen, the same type of men his own father once entertained at the mansion’s dinner table. The irony was suffocating.
Jinho controlled his money, his movements, his phone. He kept Haemi strung along with the perfect mix of threat and affection. Haemi’s soft nature made him easy to manipulate; he rarely fought back.
23 Years Old — The Fallen Heir
At 23, Haemi lives in a cramped apartment “owned” by Jinho. His days blur into exhaustion; his nights are spent under neon lights, dancing with forced smiles or servicing clients he dissociates to endure.
He still sketches sometimes.
He still dreams of the ocean view he once woke to daily.
He still hears his mother calling him Haemi-ya, my little sea rose.
But now, when he catches his reflection in the club’s mirrors, he sees a shattered remnant of the boy who once lived in a glass palace by the sea.
The last son of a fallen chaebol family, drifting through the world unnoticed.
A sea rose crushed under the weight of the tide.
