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{ EUNCHEOL }

that was all right. he needed the exercise anyway. humming, euncheol traded his pile of spam mail where he had apparently won four different mega-stakes lotteries to his other hand so he could put on some music. he’d made the trek to the mailboxes in hopes of seeing his package there, but in retrospect, maybe expecting it to come one day after he ordered it hadn’t been too realistic. the doors gave an ominous creak when they slid open again, but it went unheard as he began the walk from the elevator to the dingy stairwells.

except someone was sitting in the hallway, looking a little despondent. euncheol was about to creep past them at first, but something nagged at him to slow down. he popped an earbud out. “are you okay?” he asked pleasantly enough, dropping to a squat in front of them. he glanced up at the door nearby, firmly shut, and cocked his head. “evil roommates locked you out?”

ask him how he got here and he’ll say this, i was sure i left my apartment today with my keys in my bag. yet here he is, hours after this morning when he left with a slice of toast between two teeth and a hot coffee in his hand, his coat thrown over his shoulders a few moments before he grabbed it off the counter. and somewhere in the middle, he was sure his keys were there, he was sure, just at the edge of his vision, his fingers had wrapped around them and put it in the same bag as his laptop.

which is now resting against the wall at his side, his slacks bending uncomfortably at the knees as he had found himself sitting, listening to the repeated dial tone, the automatic message, this number can’t be reached at this time– and there’s someone’s voice. his thumb ends the call once more, a repeated motion, and he looks up through the strands of his dark hair, a bit flat and a bit tired from the whole day of him running his fingers through it, another repeated motion.

they’re squatting right in front of him, now. “i.. locked myself out of my apartment.” he answers, and he wants to say, this morning i woke up from a dream and i couldn’t shake it, i couldn’t ease that feeling that gripped my throat when i woke up, and now i still sort of feel like im underwater, because that felt familiar, and something about this, about you, is too. like a dream he can’t remember because he didn’t draw each curve and shape, hazy or clear, hands too shaky to do it right.

“no evil roommates, but perhaps my mind is an evil enough roommate to have me forget my keys. the landlord isn’t picking up, either, so. here i am. what about you? i don’t think i’ve seen you on this floor, before.”

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{ MOON JUNSU } | he/him, 25 years old, manhwa artist for THE MOTH publishing company and the webtoon DREAM PACT underneath the alias of NIGHTINGALE. find him drawing on floor 28, room #2802. penned by axel, 21+, he/they.

༻⸻ { PROFILE }　 　 | 　　 { PLOTS } ⸻༺

hey everyone, im looking forward to being able to meet and plot real soon, but for now, here's a quick rendition of junsu. if there's any plots underneath the link that you feel like fit, feel free to message me. i'll try to come and say hello otherwise if you leave the heart colored!

resident sleepy boy— hardly rests due to frequent nightmares and so he always looks like it, too, and probably is always holding a coffee in hand. his fingers, too, are probably always stained with some kind of ink.

grew up as an only child, he still keeps in contact with his parents even after he moved out for college. his mom's lullabies he learned when he was younger are one of the few things that can actually get him to sleep.

went to college for an art degree after spending years drawing his dreams and nightmares after their tormenting frequency, and during school, started posting regular updates for a webtoon named DREAM PACT, underneath the alias of NIGHTINGALE. it follows a character named seonyul and his cat, coffee, trapped within a universe where he isn't sure if he's dreaming or awake. full of elements of fantasy and horror that's inspired by own dreams, it's something he's continued to update since its start in 2020.

he works for a manhwa magazine underneath his real name, and still keeps both of them separate. everything he posts underneath nightingale is more personal, a therapeutic way to express his dreams, just like all of his overflowing notebooks have been over the years that he still keeps jammed into a bookcase.

usually operates underneath odd hours, up during the night and barely during the day. he's more used to things this way— can often find him wandering the halls and rooftop when he needs a break to smoke or find some sort of inspiration.

he's usually quiet and keeps to himself, though he opens up slowly once he gets to know someone. usually never mentions his own manhwa and brushes it off as work for his job instead. just because he's quiet doesn't mean he isn't up for adventures— he appreciates a certain kind of chaos, and admires people who are straightforward.

he moved into his apartment quite soon after he graduated, so he's been in the building for about a year. if he ever sees any stray cats around, he has a habit of leaving food out in bowls for them, and often returns to make sure it's eaten and puts fresh out.

some quick plots, other then what i have outlined on my plots page!

muse always tends to frequent the same coffee shop, in which junsu is trying to remain caffeinated and focused, and end up sitting alongside each other in tables frequently enough they occasionally chat. it isn't until quite awhile into it when they both happen to leave at the same time and realize they live in the same apartment building.

{ tw: drinking } college friends? junsu didn't put himself out there much in college, but he did tend to frequent parties and bars just to have somewhere to be, and often, to try and inspire himself for another chapter of his manhwa. maybe they drank together or had a shared class, but they bump into each other one day to find out they live here and proceed to catch up. { end tw }

muse recognizes junsu's name on the manhwa magazine he works on and upon sharing that they may enjoy it, he makes an effort to show them some of the rough drafts he has that he's allowed to. maybe they continue to meet up to speak about the issues and the continuing chapters of the manhwas featured in it.

art friends? junsu enjoys traditional art even though most of what he does professionally is digital, but he often uses ink and watercolors on his own time when he can. maybe they meet up to draw/paint in shared silence or while sharing airpods.

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love is so blinding 💖

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Alejandra Pizarnik, The Galloping Hour: French Poems

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“And I sit here without identity: faceless. My head aches.”

— Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

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I am in love with him