𝕥𝕠𝕤𝕤 𝓶𝓮 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫

*.:｡⋅ ⋆ — hi everyone! my name is kyu (they/them) and I’m excited to be here with my muse hyunmin! here’s what I put down for my app:

━♡ guess the 23 YEAR OLD MARCH baby just arrived to dallyeog! it makes sense, because JEON HYUNMIN is just as ENERGETIC as the month of MARCH. wait, why do they remind me of LEE HYUNJAE? beyond that, they seemed CHARMING & OBSERVANT upon first glance. i heard someone say they’re sort of SENSITIVE & INDECISIVE though. i hope they get acquainted here in COMPLEX # 1 / APARTMENT #0320 / FLOOR # 4 ; HE seem(s) to have a lot going on with HIS job as PATISSIER / TV HOST.

further information can be found in the links below! please like this post if you’d like to plot and I’ll come into your dms. connection wise I would like to see things such as friends, former classmates, exes, mutual interests, only interact in specific situations, cousins, ride or dies, etc. but I’m willing to work on other things too.

     ☾・。. — he smiles softly at his boyfriend, a hand outstretched to give the other tiny pats on the arm, a reassuring gesture, letting the other know that he was here to help… or support, whichever one was needed in that situation, ❝ good thing we don’t have a flight to catch or anything, ❞ jinwoo comments, playfully jabbing his elbow into hyunmin’s side with a small exaggerated sigh, ❝ remind me to tell you that a flight is five hours earlier than it actually is if we ever do go on a trip together. ❞

      ❝ you’re really going to trust me on this? ❞ he asks again just to be sure, eyes falling on the clothing on the bed. fashion wasn’t jinwoo’s forte, up until three years ago he dressed like he hadn’t left his house since the dawn of time. it was only because of hyumin’s… encouragements… that he made progress. he looks down at his options, holding them up against the other to see what it would look like, switching back and forth between the outfits as if that made his choice any easier. it’s only when he imagines which one he would put one of his beloved webtoon characters in that he smiles, finally able to come up with his decision. ❝ if i had to choose, i’d go with number two. ❞

╰ ☆ ❛ he scoffs as if the other boy's words offend him, a pout decorating his cheeks. ❛ oi! those cases are unique. they don't count! i'll be ready ahead of time if we do head out. ❜ but a part of him admits he's never thought about those scenarios. the few times he's had overseas schedules, he didn't need to pack anything beyond comfort clothes for the hotel. the stylists did everything else. when he was younger; it was his nanny's role. on rare occasions, his parents take on the task. ❛ but hey, since we're on that topic, one day we should go somewhere when we're not busy. maybe, europe? ❜ 

      Miha’s bored and in a sour mood; first it was her manager giving her grief over something that totally wasn’t her fault and then her one dance practice got cancelled due to her leader getting sick leaving her alone to stew in her own bitterness which, although something she’s good at, is never a good thing. She spends about 3 hours roaming her apartment in hopes of finding something to keep her occupied. When that doesn’t work though, she opts to head out on a walk with some kind of adventure in mind.       Unfortunately, the walk is just as boring. Most people that are out are families and even the street performers don’t seem all that interesting today. She still pauses and listens, tipping all the performers she passes just for some kind of stimulation before heading back towards the complex. She’s about to call it and go back to admiring the ceiling of her apartment when she sees a familiar face crouched, making weird motions with his hand. Her eyebrows raise and she immediately heads that way.       Well that’s interesting. Her eyebrows raise and she immediately heads that way.      Hyunmin was another March person and they’ve shared quite a few friendly conversations. At least enough that Miha doesn’t feel bad for approaching and crouching low just beside him; trying to see what he was motioning at.       ❝What’re we looking at?❞ She whispers, now fully intrigued and invested.

╰ ☆ ❛ the adrenaline rush from earlier leaves him still on edge, jitters clear in the quake of his fingers. he almost leaps a few centimetres into the air when he hears a voice, not realizing he's received a curious witness beside him. eyes spins with jarring speed to the side, thinking up frantic explanations to explain his circumstance without sounding suspicious or foolish. but taut shoulders are quick to relax when he realizes it's a person he recognizes.

   someone who hovers on the fine line between acquaintance and friendship. but they've had ample conversations that he's warmed up to her presence. yet not enough for him to hide the embarrassment which flutters into his expression.

   ❛ oh! hey, it's you. ❜ hyunmin turns his head once again towards the lawn, sheepish laughter breaking through the idle atmosphere. he uses his index finger to point at the siamese now resting in the neighbour's bushes with languid ease. ❛ that's my cat. he ran off a while ago cause a kid spooked him and won't come to me no matter how much i call him. and i don't want to trespass. i know goguma well, and he, ❜ a sigh slips out, ❛ will think it's a chase if his owner goes after him. if he heads somewhere with fences, it's over. ❜

it had worked like a charm. naturally. in a gleeful squeal, the taller mail spun and began to be the victim of that chase. a warning of his own coming out past his lips after a few brisk steps. “not the camera or i’ll kill you then steal your wallet to get a new one!” ever the dramatic just like the other man he’d goaded into this impromptu playtime.

he was laughing until the hard chunk had gotten him in the back of his ribs. body arched under the sharp pain and a painful “agh!” echoed out in the space around them. granted, his fluffy coat had softened the blow, but there were many factors to consider. mainly: compacted ice hurt even with layers of protection there. he could only imagine if he’d been as woefully underdressed as hyunmin and how that would’ve felt then.

“yah!” the boy whined, spinning to face the man in a disgruntled pout. “are you throwing rocks? that’s unfair.” a huff pushed out in the shape of a white cloud to float above his head and to the skies.

╰ ☆ ❛ for a second, the devil sneaks into his thoughts, tempting him to feign a thirst for destruction. thanks to his career, he could, in all technicalities, break a camera and buy a new one without mourning his wallet. but of course, then there's the whole situation with the memories stored inside; hyunmin would rather perish than feel the guilt of ruining something so precious. he teases with no venom, ❛ oh scary! i'm so scared! i'll think about it. ❜

     it's rude to laugh at other people's misfortunes. he recalls the times his sister glowered at him for doing so, but the satisfaction of obtaining sweet revenge outshines his compassion. hyunmin cackles for a few seconds, then remembers his manners and dashes over for inspection.

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      ❝ wait… right now? but- i’m still in my work clothes, ❞ he protests, despite knowing it was to no avail. the other had made up his mind and jinwoo could grumble all he wants, but in the end he always gives in, ❝ can’t we go home first so i can change at least? ❞

╰ ☆ ❛ for a second, only one second because he thinks himself a speedy thinker, hyunmin pauses at the other's inquiry. his mind shifts to the idea of not making his grandeur entrance, lingering outside the entire moment while the other boy locks the doors. then with a lazy smirk reminiscent of a child in trouble who doesn't care, he lolls his head to the side and shrugs. ❛ nah. ❜

     since the initial days, he's always come to the office a short while before closing time. it isn't on purpose. sometimes even an hour early, out of an impulse that says he should go visit and idle in the waiting room reading something on his phone. he has zero intention of breaking the pattern. plus, even if he knows the other youth might seem grumpy, he's confident he's bringing a bit of spark to help him chug through the final work hours. if not that, then the few conversations with patients in the waiting area keep his ego high.

    ❛ wait, hold on. ❜ he lifts both his hands up to stop jinwoo's thoughts, actions exaggerated and voice joking. ❛ when you put it like that, it sounds like i'm raising your expectations. too soon. but not to egg you on or anything. it's italian. specifically, pasta. ❜ he raises a mischievous brow, knowing full well how much the other loves pasta. a part of him conjectures it's because it's close to instant noodles, the other's favourite meal in the world. an unfortunate attitude when hyunmin exists and can cook many things than one that only needs boiling water. but he's long stopped spitting his snarky remarks and glares instead.

a usual thing is for jaehwa’s sleep schedule to be, well, unusual. there are times were sleep calls to him the moment his head hits the pillow, or the couch cushion, or his arms folded beneath his head as he lays on the floor. other times he lays awake, eyes wide open as he stares at what he hopes is the ceiling beneath a veil of darkness. thankfully he likes his room so dark that his sleep paralysis demon could be watching him, and he’d never know. there are times where he can simply lay there and eventually, he will drift off into an unfulfilling few hours of sleep, but sometimes he just has to know when to give up.

typing out a vague message simply to alert people to the fact he’s awake, he selected a few people in his contacts list to send it off to, seeing if anyone else happened to be in the same boat as him during this ungodly hour. this is one of those nights where he needs to concede defeat and find something else to do with his time. nothing productive though, maybe something along the lines of a walk to a twenty four hour convenience store for a snack he’ll deny eating later. 

thankfully, before he had to ask for someone to take pity on him and give him some company, an invitation is extended to himself first for exactly what he wanted to do. go on a walk. leaving the appropriate few minutes between receiving the message and replying ( he can’t look desperate ) he eventually returns the message, letting hyunmin know he’ll downstairs shortly. 

comfortable, warm, and expensive. that’s the aesthetic he goes for before heading down to the lobby, wallet and phone tucked into his pocket as he locks up behind himself. he makes sure to take his time. you can never be the first person to arrive at a party.

╰ ☆ ❛ the entire time he walks, his proposition lingers with uncertainty in the air. it's once he takes his first step off the elevator, his phone vibrates in his pocket, that he feels a steadfastness to his sporadic decision. few people send him a message at this hour. his heart bounds an extra stride in excitement. slipping his fingers into his jacket and pulling his cellphone out, previews greet him carrying messages he wants to peer at. he responds with a simple sticker saying ok. there's not much else to say; he stands alone in the waiting game. 

     he chooses the occasion to glimpse outside beyond the glass doors situating the entrance. there're no clouds above, the waning moon shining vividly among the obsidian to the extent the surrounding stars appear dim in comparison. adjusting his view to glance at eye level, he catches a parked car lingering this late into the evening. he speculates with a naïve inquisitiveness the speculation for the visit that causes a willingness to bend the apartment rules. well, it’s unlikely the landlord has even one eye awake, and he doubts any security guard taking a night shift holds enough care. or if they do while he's still idling in the doorway, he'll whistle along, wrong pitch be damned, and look the other way.

      hyunmin doesn’t have a reason to play dumb. he hears sounds that don't belong to him. hyunmin turns his face towards the elevator, a welcoming grin painted on his lips. it grows fuller at the sight of the familiar figure. ❛ hey! ❜ he doesn't wave, finding it unnecessary when it's just the two of them in an otherwise silent lobby.

Cleo chuckle at his reply and nodded. “Oh, you didn’t needed to give me anything, really! But no, I’m not lactose intolerant. It was just a helping hand though” she told him with a small smile grabbing the sweet off his hands. “Please, come in. I made some Western food if you’re hungry”.

╰ ☆ ❛ an appreciative smile travels across the plain of his face, seeking not to prolong the push and pull off favours and gift giving. instead he takes her offer and steps into her apartment, eyes staring straight ahead so not to seem nosy.

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     he knocks a few times – not too eager, but not too resistant either – and when the door swings open, eungi quickly plasters on a smile. “ oh, hey neighbour !! i’ve been eyeing the new fried chicken place across the school and just had to grab some chimaek. thought that maybe, y’know, i’ll stop sulking inside my room for a change and share my dinner with someone. no harm in trying to get to know your fellow tenants, am i right ?? ” he breathes out a laugh, one that he hopes hyunmin wouldn’t be able to look past to see how fabricated it really was, before raising the plastic bag in his grip. “ think of this as… uh, a welcome gesture to the complex. or an early seollal celebration ?? not the best when it comes to timing, i’m aware. but regardless of all that !! i don’t think we’ve properly met. ” the teacher smiles again before continuing on. “ i’m eungi, i live over at complex two. ”

╰ ☆ ❛ from the moment hyunmin was born, he begot the tempest. he never left the eye of his own storm. a being embodied by the golden illumination of a sun that never dies, he shared the optimism. but beneath the glimmer, there's a constant habit of engaging everybody in quips, in banter, and in amusements. mirth is a thin but strong cape hovering over his body.

    as a teen, he exuded a warmth that others converged to, and it was easy for him to become the life of all events. invitations dropped onto him, heavy as the may rain. the students bathed in his sunshine, embraced by the aurate they listened to him. his teachers remain dazzled by his smile, comfortable enough to speak to him with a casual tongue. he greets strangers with the atmosphere of meeting long-lost friends. that was the formula he concocted.

    even now, when hyunmin wanders to the habitual convenience store, it was satisfying for people to turn heads towards the aisle carrying his voice. for some individuals, he knows he is reminiscent of lightning, striking down and leaving them frazzled. he respected those entities, aware not everyone can immerse the white light falling on his skin as though a thousand volts tap into his spine.

    he waved to the apartment tenants, greeted them, or offered a chance for small talk. but there's zilch intention to chase after the ones who prefer taciturnity, and somewhere for the man who always performs the first move, it slips his mind that someone might choose to greet him.

    there's knocking on the door when he's idling on the couch, right hand on the phone, reading an article absorbing no information. while hyunmin's television rolls along without a care in the distance. it's the cooking channel. he doesn't think it's possible to go wrong with that, and he refuses to take anybody else's opinions.

    he leaps over to answer it, curious who might have elected the fourth floor to badger. the doorknob turns, and he appears face to face with an absolute stranger. a whirlwind of emotions slams into him, initial confusion hiding on the other side of the disciplined rosy simper.

    in front of him stands a guest with a spark of energy, which he both appreciates since it echoes his own persona. but also makes him wish to raise a brow when the other can't see. distrust isn't the appropriate word, but the thrill which embraces the other male comes across dubious. evocative of those networking parties he'd sometimes attend, and someone latches onto him. but he doesn't want to build a wall of prejudice before anything momentous happens.

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he looks nice. it’s not a super complex or introspective assumption to make but jiho’s a pretty simple dude, being nice is all it takes to really get his attention. he waves a little, “ i’m jiho by the way. i figure we’re gunna be here awhile so it might be nice to make allies before it gets all train to busan up in here. “

╰ ☆ ❛ the stalling of the train marks a fresh epoch in the lives of the riders. hyunmin often finds himself enraptured in sonder when he glances at strangers’ expressions wandering across indoor tiles or outdoor concrete. the curiosity of a boy wrapped in juvenile innocence possesses him, and he lingers in his daydreams, imagining tales soon lost to passaging time. but the whirling of the wheel of fortune aligns fate for all of them. a shared calamity bound their separate paths together into one pathway with multiple lanes. not ample for a traffic jam, but busy enough there are people in every direction.

    it's in this sole street provided by destiny that the atmosphere reverberates with a restlessness. scattered whispers surround him. passengers contact their companions outside the box of twisted steel and panelled glass. explaining the commodity with a sense of urgency. he notices their voices rise in volume as minutes go by, trying to ascend above others and forgetting their original manners to stay quiet. it's not only the callers, but he watches a few texters also clenching their phone. the individuals in his passenger cart feed off each other's nervousness. inhaling until their body puffs up with agitation. he senses it too, the thudding of his heart quickening without prompt.

    pessimism sits on his right shoulders and murmurs the worst ideas. expect extended waiting hours since the municipal government loves delays. his phone will die, leaving him unable to reach anyone. or someone will convince the crowd marching outdoor through literal instead of figurative long dark tunnels is the way to freedom. he slaps away the annoying belief, sending it smack against the window behind him.

     to distract himself, he closes his eyes for a few seconds. deep breaths seep into his lungs, conceding affable imagery to waltz into his brain. there's no moment of clarity. it'd be impossible among the buzz, but at least he's now able to focus his thoughts on a singular orientation. the exchange at hand, he's started with a complete stranger.

     ❛ really? it's our little secret then! a good thing to keep in mind. i got bottled water. we're really feeling like a survivor documentary here. ❜ hyunmin slides into the other's banter with ease. he grasps this as a positive sign the other's open to talking, yet there's always an edge that exists in new encounters, and he'll scrape it down. maybe there's concealed truth in the ideology that people bond over stressful times.

     ❛ even the thought? no. ❜ his face blanches at the prospect of gazing with longing at the vanishing sunset through dirty windows. ❛ if that happens. i want the same compensation airports give guests that get booted off flights. ❜ but though he laments, hyunmin's voice remains light, the severity of the situation still refusing to settle into him.

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Coming inside? That’s rather unexpected and he finds his fingers rubbing over the soft skin behind his ear. It’s a rare sign of unexpected tension or maybe surprise, depending of how you see it. Hyunhoon imagined this to be quick, the other checking whenever or not there’s an unfamiliar letter between his own and sending his neighbor off with it. Well, seems like this is a change of plans then.

The streamer tilts his head slightly: “ Ah sure, I can wait inside . “ Hyunhoon slips in between the given space and forces his own curiosity not to spark. Last he needs now is to have a curious gaze around, no matter how much he desires it. Seeing how others live is always quite exciting and there are several reasons for it!

But how much do you show or share? Is it impolite to comment on any of it? That’s something nobody ever teaches you when you grow up, it’s all about the respectful speech and bows of heads not about properties. It is a very nice place, clearly shows that this man has lived here for quite some time. There’s just a difference between pretty apartments and those designed to be an actual home.

“ Understandable, mail’s not really worth to be excited about those days. Mostly bills and the unpleasant news arriving via mails. “ Hyunhoon begins to pick up the topic of the other, pulling slightly on the sleeves. “ This one is just related to one of my jobs and I have to send it back within the next two days or it won’t make it back across the sea in time. “

Brown hues give Hyunmin a careful observation, some people look good even in their comfortable clothes at home. What’s the trick? If he thinks about the time he spends in front of the mirror before he goes lives. But then, all the light equipment forces him to go for some shades of makeup. “ You have a really nice place “ he comments, keeping his other thoughts strictly to himself. “ I just moved in not too long ago, still trying to figure out how to use space best but it’s tough. I feel my work setup eats half of it already. “

╰ ☆ ❛ inside, he takes a sigh of relief when his new neighbour strides into his apartment. on his face, he offers a lopsided but appreciative grin as he closes the door behind them. ❛ it won't take too long. ❜ he promises. it's a habit for him to lock the entrance, but on this occasion, the fingers which graze against the latch drift on the surface. it doesn't matter if the other boy notices or not, but this is a gesture from hyunmin to allow the other to feel comfortable. an escape route in case a particular action of his perturbs the other to an irreversible degree.

    ❛ you can sit on the couch if you'd like. if you don't care for some cat fur. ❜ an offhanded remark as he walks over to the cabinets where he stuffs any mail inside. out of sight, out of mind, until he has a free hour and then there's a small mountain of white and brown blended with black ink, waiting for him. a realization hits; he pauses mid-walk to glance over, eyes widened a trace. ❛ hopefully ... you're not deathly allergic to cats? ❜ a worst-case scenario of a trip to the hospital did not hover in his brain until now.

    it wouldn't be too late. but in the meantime, hyunmin opens the wooden drawers to begin his search. eyes reading over lines, while ears listen to the other's commentaries flutter in to fill the otherwise solitary air. ❛ overseas you say? that sounds like a tremendous deal. what do you do? ❜ the curiosity and reverence dripping off his remarks. he's not a big dreamer, seeking to head to europe or north america to continue his culinary journey, but the sound of someone else being international piques his interest.

    ❛ ah well, thanks! when i first came i was just a student and i barely had anything. ❜ the compliment causes satisfaction to ooze from his words, while a finger brushes against the corner of an envelope. he's found it! it's the one hyunmin thinks the other's been searching. he unearths it, still chatting as he heads back. ❛ it slowly got better. i had to change parts up cause i wasn't exactly living alone anymore. then adopted a cat who's very vocal about what he likes or dislikes. ❜ he chuckles a bit at the memories from the bare minimum dorm aesthetic to the slow doubling of items to the yowling feline glaring at him from the top of the cabinet.

╰ ☆ ❛  why do you take your cat out for a walk? judgement or curiosity or even another different emotion trickles into the voices raising inquiries when he takes his leashed feline out for a stroll. the sincere answer is that his cat is true to his siamese nature, carrying dog-like traits that include a love for meandering the outdoors. for safety reasons, since hyunmin doesn't know each member of his apartment complex to trust them to not kidnap the feline, he trained goguma to saunter with a tether. they work as a perfect duo: a boy who loves noting the city's mood daily as it absorbs the energy of its citizens, and a cat whose pupils double every time they go outside.

    but when people ask, he often experiments with his answers instead of being honest, taking delight in the mixture of emotions erupting on faces. it's the curious children who bring the biggest smile as he watches them cascade their imagination against his. today the creativity turns into a nightmare when a child in the compound scares both him and his cat. the cat's wrench on the leash wasn't strong, but it was the way he tumbles off-balance that causes curled fingers to unravel. that's enough for a scared cat to flee, a few seconds head start before hyunmin realizes what's happening.