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CNU has been promoted to Sergeant!

Congratulations CNU on your army promotion!

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In 2013, I decided to portray my ultimate bias.

He's come a long way, and I'm proud of how my muse grew and matured with CNU and B1A4; I know I'll never have another like him, and I'm thankful for the connections he's made over the years. 

That being said, since the mass migration to Twitter I've found my muse and motivation to write as CNU have decreased. It gets worse by the day, and I find myself less likely to return. After talking with Ah-reum's mun and contemplating since January, 

Now, I've decided to put him on an indefinite hiatus.

I'm thankful to the muses and muns that he and I have met. I'm extremely grateful to Jin-young’s mun for being an amazing roleplayer and being by CNU's side for so long. I'm also thankful to Ah-reum’s mun for making CNU the happiest he's ever been. I don't know what I'd do with them.

I also want to thank the people who have impacted CNU’s life; whether they’ve were in contact recently or years ago, your involvement in his life have shaped him into the muse he is today.

While I don’t have many memories on this account, I want to keep it for the memories...and should the day come that I want to return to him. I want nothing but the best for his friends, and hope that all of you continue to grow and prosperㅡ as muses and muns. In the words of CNU, "I love y'all." ♥

I also hate that I'm doing this a week or so before B1A4's 7th anniversary, but I didn't want to wait any longer to leave. Take care of yourselves, avoid unnecessary drama, have fun, and don't succumb to peer pressure. This roleplaying community isn't worth the stress.

shvnwoo, shvndw, dioscvri, and 160691 (2013-2018).

Sincerely,  𝒦.

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[ CNU is on an indefinite/creativity hiatus as I debate whether to leave the community, or scramble to gather what remains of my motivation to write while changing my style (think Orwell). I can be contacted on here or Twitter, but activity will be nonexistent...and if anyone has any advice on how they rekindle their urge (aside from forcing themselves to write), I will gladly take it. ]

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     “What’s the matter with you? Do you have a stone for a heart?” That would explain a lot but that was not the reason why Oliver brought his stone-cold heart into the discussion. “Here I am, spilling my own heart to you and you won’t give me the role that you stole.” No, there was no mistake. He was accusing Dongwoo of stealing the role that was destined to be his, indeed. “You don’t fit the role. You’re too good-looking.Too tall too. People won’t be paying attention to your acting or singing, they will be swooning over how handsome you look in those clothes.” All this talk made him thirsty but the water bottles seemed to be on another table, which was unfortunate since he didn’t feel like moving much. So he took a cube of watermelon from the same bowl his rival did. “Me on the other hand, I’m perfect. Not too handsome, but pleasant to look at. Not tall enough to hit my head on the props but the perfect size for the lead actress to hold me. And the cherry on top, I can keep my voice steady while jumping from one place to another!” It was like the song went: anything he could do, Oliver could do better. “Don’t sweat ‘bout it, mate. It’s just sugar intolerance.”

❝ I’m not going to redact my role for you. ❞ The watermelon was sweet, in contrast to the bitterness spat from the actor’s mouth; the latter served to twist Dong-woo's expression with doubt, furrowed brows complimenting his receding chinㅡ an ironic sight given the backwards compliments Oliver shot at him. He swallowed what remains of the gnawed melon with a scowl, transferring its sticky residue from his fingers to a napkin. ❝ ...I think you’re exaggerating. We have our differences, but that’s why we’ve been casted. If only one actor played the role, the diversity of the audience would decrease. ❞

Explaining was futile; no amount of logic would serve to sway the younger fantasizing about his abilities as to Dong-woo’s. The mentioning of cherries amid Oliver’s passionate glowering draws a cherry tomato to the elder’s lipsㅡ this time, from his own plate. ❝ Besides...we can learn from each other. I’ve learned about your intolerance, and you can learn how to be more handsome. ❞

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ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ♡   괜찮아 (No Problem)

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QUESTIONS ABOUT THE WRITING PROCESS.

☆ - How did you go about getting a grip on your muse’s character?

[ When I started roleplaying as CNU in 2014, everything I learned about him came from interviews, questionnaires, and public appearances. I would study his mannerisms and how he interacted with his members, friends, colleagues, and the people around him, and mused over how he would act under different circumstances based on what I perceived. I would say most, if not all, of the information and mannerisms on his account are based on research alone.

Coincidentally, I feel this research has paid off when he’s mentioned things that I’ve stated albeit wasn’t sure on; some of what he says aligns with how my muse acts. As of late, I’ve been using the V app as a frame of reference, because of the questions fans ask and how he responds. I have a list of facts that I find beneficial in understanding his little quirks, too; even the smallest details can make a huge difference. Combining all of this information makes it easier to understand who CNU is, while improving my portrayalㅡ or so I hope. ]

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realcnu: 잠이 안오네요...마음이 아파서…동시대를 살면서 그의 음악을 듣고 가수라는 이름으로 함께 활동 할 수 있어서 정말 행복했습니다. 진심으로 존경했습니다. 선배님 편히 쉬셨으면 좋겠습니다.

I can’t sleep...my heart hurts…I’m really happy that I could live at the same time and listen to his music and promote as singers together. I sincerely admired you. I hope you’ll rest comfortably, sunbaenim.

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I know in order to move forward in life it’s important to keep good thoughts and kind words in my head.

Affirmation of the day. (via riffatmatinpoetry)

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Her eyebrows furrowed even more when she heard his answer and for mere seconds, her focus turned back on the game. Did she dare to return back to play it? Yes. Or at least start the level while her eyes went back and forth between her phone and the male standing in front of him. “Because of you ruining my last game, I will just multitask now. I will listen to you and play this game at the same time.” Honestly, Chaeyeong was bad at multitasking; if she was going to do two things at once, the other one would get more attention than the other in the end. In this case, he was getting more attention than the game. Only doing two moves, she closed the game and put the phone in her jean’s back pocket.

        “So— what have you planned for today besides ruining my game?”

❝ Ruining your game... ❞ Dong-woo reiterates her words with laughter, feigning hurt with hands splayed across the chest; furrowed brows compliment his receding neck to exaggerate the twinge of pain rupturing inside his heart. The pose holds temporarily, lowering his arms after having satisfied himself with his dramatics. Dong-woo moves to occupy the expanse of space beside Chae-yeong, reclining on the bench with his knees apart, hands folded in his lap. ❝ What were you playing? ❞

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[ ... ]

it’s the piercing guitar riffs which hurl him back into reality, the name popping up on his mobile screen slowly processed in the first few seconds while he’s regaining his hold on the palpable world. he’s squinting his eyes, scanning the characters with peculiar confusion. it is too late to react, that another remark, that of a voice nearby once again tugs at jae’s slow thought-process. “ah, you do?” he looks up. he might have seen the guy somewhere — he can’t really recall right now. “good to know someone else knows this song. but don’t be too quick to judge, it’s just one out of the many i have in here.”

❝ One of many good songs, I presume; I wouldn’t mind hearing more. ❞ Dong-woo was familiar with the guitarist’s discography, having indulged in guitar riffs on a Saturday afternoon overlooking the heart of Seoul. The spark in conversation draws the elder closer, the sound of feet scuffing against concrete drowned by the rattle of his grocery cart; it also gave rise to curiosity, glancing about the storefront as if looking for something-- or someone. ❝ Are you...waiting on somebody? ❞

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[ ... ]

It was in that moment, that the day decided to become a mess of tangled coincidences.

“Oh. Dongwoo.” Yongguk never really knew how it worked: he met plenty of people every day, both old and new, which resulted in his head storing all these names and connections, and it never – quite literally never – failed to find the right face, name and relation in approximately 0.5 seconds upon meeting. He gave a small nod of greeting to the male and shifted his attention back to the source of the ruckus: all wet face, confused eyes and unhappiness written all over her face. Behind all the snot, it was a cute kid, no doubt, but right now, she looked all kinds of miserable. 

“What do we have here…little lady in distress? Sounds like a job for a knight in a shining armor.” He said, the tone of his voice instantly changing to one that was so very obviously children-friendly, all practised and tested on multiple subjects before the mysterious girl. It was also one of the times when his awkward, wide, gum-showing smile came in handy – it seemed to speak to children on a spiritual level, usually reminding them of this or that cartoon character that Yongguk had no clue about in 98% of cases.

A crowd began to amalgamate around the musicians, more for take photos of the recognized celebrities than to acknowledge the upset child; still, Dong-woo was solely focused on the toddler and her distorted expression after drowning her cheeks in tears. She wipes at her eyes and gawks at the stranger reminiscent of a dinosaur. 

Rather than addressing Yong-guk as her savior, she embraces an alternative title. A broken voice breaks her vow of silence, staring at the eldest of the two in confusion. “Dooly...?”

Laughter tickles his throat.

Likening the twenty-something to a mythical reptile was the last thing he expected from the girl. Dong-woo centers his attention on Yong-guk to gauge his expression, following in the child’s footsteps to lighten the situation-- and poke fun at the older’s new alias. ❝ Dooly will help you find your mom. ❞ The girl pivots on her heel to look between Dong-woo and her newly acquainted friend, mustering the strength to grow a smile. The crying had stopped. 

A pair of doe eyes find themselves gazing into Yong-guk’s, brimming with hope.  

“Dooly...will you help me?”

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❝ They say forgetting is a natural thing, but you can always look back. ❞ Dong-woo’s fingers smooth over laminated photos previously arranged in an album, depicting childhood memories amid a sea of nostalgia. It was one of many occupying his living room in boxes, salvaged after his parents’ complex suffered water damage from the monsoon rains. He carried a handful of pictures on his person to reminisce on events lost in time, and only touched on the subject after two slipped from his wallet while paying for his drink. 

❝ They’re from my first birthday. ❞ He slides one across the table, between their respective drinks– dressed in traditional clothing, Dong-woo’s parents captured him during the fortune telling ceremony, leaning to grab the object closest to his right hand. ❝ My parents said I grabbed the spool and tried to unravel the thread. ❞ The second photo in his possession detailed the incident, with the infant pulling away at the blue string with little remorse. ❝ …What about you? What did you take? ❞

Song: Stay by Loco feat. Crush.

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Oliver almost felt like laughing. The other’s demeanor changed as quick as it could be and the voice tone that Dongwoo adopted also made it look like they were in some kind of espionage movie, where they played two secret agents that had information to give and receive. Yet the violinist is able to control his urges and puts the last piece of fruit on his plate; diabetic or not, he was still hungry and there was nothing that would prevent him from eating – doctor’s orders.

“I’m diabetic, I don’t have an infectious disease.” He added in a soft whisper, but glad that the other decided to give him some space. Stealing a grape from his plate, Oliver turned to Dongwoo and shook his shoulders; if they knew, he was not worried. “I don’t know. I didn’t make a public announcement, but I didn’t make a secret out of it either.” He concluded, offering the other male a grin wide enough to have his eyes turn into a crescent moon shape. “Why? Do you regret all the things you did to me now? Will you back off and let me get the main character’s role?”

His reaction changes almost instantaneously. 

❝ ...Although I regret making light of something so serious, I won’t give you my role as a consolation prize. ❞ Dong-woo’s poignant expression was proof of this, stifling the chuckle caught in his throat. He retaliates by seizing a similar piece of fruit from Oliver, fondling the morsel between his fingers seconds before eating it, the cube of watermelon soon victim to his incisors. ❝ I will, however, give you an apology. ❞

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