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heyhey! this is me, ya girl, introducing to you your local ( soft ) goth boi. awkward boi. shy boi. that is he, but he sweet.. just visually intimidating at first glance before you get to know him. so yea! this is lore ( or you can come up with a cute lil nickname, tho he flusters easily ), and he is a faceless twitch streamer / youtuber that pretends to be a video / social media editor to anyone that asks his job because he’s scared of being recognised ( doesn’t mean your muse can’t but lemme know! ). but yea, a few months ago he sort of shot up to fame from like a small following to a massive one so he kinda rags to riches rn!

either way, if you wanna plot then like this post!! and i’m gonna summarise below, but would be real cool if you checked out his stuff to!

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this wouldn’t be such a hussle every day if he just would give up on them, at least those he must take off for work every day. there’s a reason why his hair usually remains long enough to cover the tip of his ears. it helps to have his helix covered by the dark strains. one day, he will be able to walk into the office without having to worry about it. tho, none of this matters right now and he’s much more amazed by the other’s casual reaction. there’s a little uncertainty but not too much to discover – the moment the guy walked out hwan had been certain he wouldn’t react that way. fair enough, he can’t always guess personalities right.

“ is that an offer to exchange our names? “ he asks and finding himself smiling. ( to his own surprise due it being an actual earnest one. he adopted the polite smile all koreans kept wearing on their lips ages ago ) his own cigarette burnt down at this point, a little bit of a waste but hwan’s fine with that. giving the guy a more proper gaze, he can see that he’s a foreigner, at least in appearance. 

it peaks his interest mostly due to most of his closer friends being from different backgrounds themselves. even he spent half of his life in south korea at this point, in his heart he still also feels european. “ i’m hwan si-woo, i live in complex three. i just returned recently here tho. “ 

now they aren’t strangers anymore. it’s been a while since he did what he’s going for next. “ i didn’t have dinner yet.want to go and grab something together? we can talk about the pains of living with piercings. most people don’t understand the hassle of why losing a piercing ball in the shopping mall is close to the end of the world.  “

lore couldn’t say this was the kind of social interaction he was used to. more often he found himself darting out of conversations and well.. away from strangers as a whole, as soon as he could. even with this time, he could probably blame it on feeling a little more relaxed than he normally did, but he still blinked a little, eyes widening slightly at the offer. he was too used to people not caring enough to speak to him further anyway. 

“um-- oh.. sure?” the smaller smile on his face was sheepish at best, still hesitant as well as the way he spoke. but he at least knew how to be polite, even if this conversation was already taking a turn he wasn’t entirely expecting. “s’nice to meet you. ah-- three? i live in four.. if.. that was probably obvious,” his words trailed off a little into a mumble as he realised what he was saying given he’d just walked out the fourth complex. “m’lore. lore huang. only moved in a couple months ago though.”

the next question definitely through the male often for a moment though, fingers still fiddling with the lighter a little as let it sink in. honestly, it was the kind of question, suggestion.. offer or whatever, that lore would usually turn down. his fear and difficulty in social interaction and the fact he often turned quieter than loud like others were.. usually drove him away from accepting things like this. especially from strangers. but they weren’t strangers anymore. lore had promised his siblings that he’d do his best to try and actually make friends or just-- well be a person. he had to try, right?

𐌔𐌕𐌀𐌓𐌕𐌄𐌓 |  @lorehua​

21:34. most people are at home to spend time with family or simply forcing their endless thoughts to stop, just for a little bit. life is always busy, doesn’t matter what time of the day but everyone has different goals and eays to survive. there are those who just want to make it through the days and then others who live from one weekend to the next. hwan isn’t certainw here exactly he fits in, he just knows he tries to appreciate the minute above the year. he has seen how quickly life can drive itself out, he rather wouldn’t have to waste his time wondering what could be when he has this very moment. tsk, what 27 year old spends his evening thinking like that? 

he finally finds the lighter in his pocket and inhales the taste of nicotine. nobody’s flawless, he doesn’t mind to confess his addiction for smoking and coffee. the door of the apartment building opens. right, he stopped in front of the fourth without finishing the steps to his own. it’s a face he didn’t see yet but then he had been gone for almost a year. the one familiarity he can see however, is the search for a lighter. if you are addicted yourself, you know what the annoyed clap of hands over pockets and coat means. 

“ you can have my lighter, if you want. i just got a new package earlier “ he doesn’t yell but speaks loudly enough to be heard. “ you are searching your lighter, don’t you? if i am wrong then just ignore me. i had ten hours of work and then spending an hour to find a store to replace my damn nose piercing. somehow i lost it when i took it off earlier. “ he rambles, it’s intended. people accept offerings easier whenever they feel like it’s not a big topic anymore. 

“ catch. “ hwan doesn’t wait but throws it over to the stranger. 

he’d just finished up a stream, letting himself wind down from it all and relax a little now that it was finally over. he loved doing them, sure, but there was also a level of tiredness and general worry that followed him after those times. but that was just him, and at least now he had the night to rest. in some ways lore knew he should consider himself lucky as well, to have a job that he can work a schedule out just for himself.. or not at all. he could work when he wanted, and the hours he wanted. he was lucky, but even then lore knew he’d never be able to do a normal job-- even that thought alone made irrational fear creep up his back uncomfortably. dealing with so many people face to face, or office work? no thank you.

when the calm finally hits enough though, lore finds himself heading outside, seeking a much needed smoke that he’d been neglecting while working. he could’ve stuck his head out the window or something, but it was easier to just head out-- which is also where comes in the problem of not having his lighter. his other jacket. he’d left the damned thing in his other jacket--

lore’s eyes shoot up a little at the voice though, surprised to find he was being spoken to and by a definitely unfamiliar voice. though, there were many of those given he was still relatively new, he supposed. “uh that’s--“ his voice cuts off instead while his hands dart out to catch the lighter with a little bit of ease. still clumsy though, but he rolls it around in his hands for a moment before glancing back over.

to say today had been exhausting was probably an understatement. for what reason? probably multiple, but the point of the matter was that lore was practically on the brink of exhaustion. yet at the same time he was sitting outside in the dead cold of winter ( in so definitely not the right kind of warm clothes ) with a coffee in hand. smart. but it was nicer at night, quieter. the people coming and going were just heading home after far too late shifts, or even the rare few heading out for the earliest of mornings. it was the perfect kind of quiet for lore to just try and relax and let the world pass by him.