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heyhihello it's your girl baz here with a 2nd muse, this one far less fleshed out but it'll be really fun to figure him out more in this setting! those close to him have always called him wookie, which is a reference lost on him; bro has never seen a star war. anyway, he's your typical stoner / burnout skater boy who is an annoying little sh*t with a heart of gold somewhere deep deep down. there's a little bit more under the cut and as usual, if you wanna plot anything with this goober, pls do leave a like! also you can find me on discord @ umjis_gf if that's easier 💗

as frosty morning grass prickled his fingertips, taewook let a warm sigh fall upon his knees, bared by the frays in his jeans. he'd taken a brief pause from grinding railings at the campground to sit by the river and mourn the remaining distance between he and the coming summer. he may have been a may baby, but his heart belonged to the hottest months of the year.

"it was actually more so just fucking weird rather than scary. i was trapped in this carnival funhouse type thing and i was going through that hall of mirrors where your reflection looks all distorted, y'know? then i ended up in this giant room with all these clowns laughing like they'd gotten ahold of some good shit. the laughs just kept echoing and filling the room until i was hearing it inside my head. even when i covered my ears, i still heard it so clearly that it freaked me out and i finally woke up. that's the last time i eat tteokbokki with extra gochujang before bed."

LATE NIGHT PLAYLIST i. midnight train by se so neon. / ii. to her by 3rd line butterfly. / iii. trippy by beenzino. / iv. evening glow by wave to earth. / v. sunset by tuesday beach club.

"i'm a pretty simple guy in that respect. i'll usually go for soju or a kloud, something like that. there are times where i'm feeling a little fancier and i spring for a rice beer which has a really great flavor. i'm far from a connoisseur of alcohol, but i have my favorites."

outgoing message to ↺ 𝗬𝗢𝗚𝗜𝗬𝗢 𝗗𝗥𝗜𝗩𝗘𝗥: 𝘁𝗮𝗲𝘄𝗼𝗼𝗸: i was just thinking about how u r more than jst a delivery driver. u r a happiness driver. u don't just deliver food. u deliver smiles man. outgoing message to ↺ 𝗬𝗢𝗚𝗜𝗬𝗢 𝗗𝗥𝗜𝗩𝗘𝗥: 𝘁𝗮𝗲𝘄𝗼𝗼𝗸: ur a true friend. hey, could you come back and help me find my remote? i haven't seen it in 3 days. failed message to ↺ 𝗬𝗢𝗚𝗜𝗬𝗢 𝗗𝗥𝗜𝗩𝗘𝗥: 𝘁𝗮𝗲𝘄𝗼𝗼𝗸: haha. my phone seems to think u blocked me. i know u wouldn't do that lol

wookie couldn't recall the last time he'd been so offended, his wallet being carefully lifted from his pocket with stiff fingertips and a few thousand won being flipped through and pulled out in a messy wad. he tossed the money on the counter, his jaw tight with annoyance upon certain sentences that had been hurled his way earlier by the very salon worker he was paying now. she returned his change to him, sans the tip she apparently felt she deserved, and taewook chose to bite down on his words rather than cause a scene, tucking his skateboard securely under his arm and leaving the establishment as quickly as he could.

as he headed outside, he was forced to question so much that he thought he knew about himself. he stared at his reflection in the salon window, heaving a melodramatic sigh about the experience he'd just had. should he leave a negative review? was it really worth all of that? of course, in the pettiness of the moment, it certainly felt that way.

"see man? this is what i was talking about." a confident wookie stated proudly, fingers splayed out to present a beautiful work of graffiti art plastered on the side of stacked white brick: a tangle of roses, thorns and vines in vibrant crimsons and greens with a thick black shadow line pulling the entire thing together seamlessly. the design wasn't anything he came up with himself, but he loved gazing up at it from the street as he skated by every day. "isn't it cool? this is definitely the tattoo i want."

these words were directed towards the man who'd been happily working back at black lotus ink until taewook had interrupted him to come look at something of utmost importance. granted, it was only a few meters away from the shop, but still. "i saw your sample work back at black lotus, you could do this easily." it was unclear why taewook was making such a pitch for this. he likely could have just given the guy money and a reference photo, and he'd happily do the work. oh... wait.

"probably the same thing that wakes me up every night. doch deciding it's time to run around inside his cage at 2 am. hey, i get it. those zoomies can hit at anytime, and i always support my boy getting those gains. but then i have to get up and supervise to make sure guy doesn't overheat. doch has no mercy."

"pretty much all my crazy stories are a blur to me, because i'm usually fucked up when shit like that happens. there is one that stands out, though. i drove up to daejeon a couple years ago to see a band i really liked. they weren't well known, so it was this really small, out of the way place. lots of drugs, people in dominatrix attire, couple of people breaking out their fursonas for some reason? it was a bizarre but chill crowd, honestly. at least until some people started to get a little too messed up and started fighting. there ended up being this brawl of like twenty people and they had to call the cops. i saw a 60 year old man cosplaying as eren yeager get hauled away in handcuffs. weird stuff."

something was wrong with this picture. sure enough, wookie was haphazardly laying on the edge of the bowl, one leg dangling off and swinging back and forth as skateboard wheels skittered on top of old cement feet below him. he was meant to be monitoring the activity and safety in the park, and to be fair, he was. "ah ah ah, sorry. no one's allowed in without proper footwear," he shouts lazily, as the distinct sound of shoeless feet approach the edge of the bowl. the footsteps then retreat back from whence they came, and wook is satisfied once again. well, almost. in all honesty, he could do this job in his sleep, and on at least one occasion, has. that part of the situation was all well and good.

the thing that was so off about today was the missing presence of a certain skater; yang narae. at one time, the man had been on wook's last nerve, not that it was difficult to find oneself there. from constantly showing him up at his own skate park to blatantly ignoring the safety protocol, wook would consistently find himself in a battle of wits and skateboard tricks across from narae.

at some point in the midst of it all, taewook had realized that he didn't actually hold any contempt for the other. on the contrary, the routine they had built up; bickering like they'd known each other for a lifetime even if their pasts hadn't intersected at all, pulling off tandem tricks in front of a crowd of spectating kids all vowing to hone their skills to the same level. they were friends, even if the word had always died a quick death on wookie's tongue. maybe that's why narae's failure to show up when he expected brought a pout to the surface of wook's mouth.