daewon 'dae' kim. 25, creator of 'the day persepective' podcast on conspiracies and life in havenhill, ny. aes; dimples, worn out hoodies, a dark lit studio with neon lights ♫ uzutrap by j.han
jaehyun 'jay' moon. 21, waiter at ca del sole, italian restaurant. aes; mini silver hoop earrings, hangry fits, fluffy brown hair ♫ rose by jereena montemayor
the mun, grace. 24, pst, feminie pronouns. aes; messy top bun, cross earrings, and black nails. ♫ theres a reason by wet
it always annoyed jamie whenever there was a line in starbucks. the whole thing about it was the speed in which the coffees were served, if he wanted to wait then he’d probably look for a better option; with his mood swings, he never really knew for sure if he was in it for the taste or just because it was fast. his phone entertained him for a bit, he liked seeing what everything was up to. since the downfall of snapchat, people decided to take up on instagram instead and if he was honest, he loved it. from story to story, he didn’t notice jay’s presence or anyone’s for that matter until there was a commotion of him bumping into people and a sigh that caught his attention. jamie looked back at him with his eyes narrowing. “are you trying to run away from me, jayhyun? ” asked jamie with a small smirk on his lips, the used of his full name instead of just jay was on purpose and to remind him that it didn’t matter how much he tried - it was a small town and he couldn’t run away forever. “you don’t have to run, i can control myself and ignore your presence, if that’s what you want.” he said, although that was hardly true.
Jay’s blood ran cold when Jaime turned, not expecting to actually exchange a word, despite standing right behind him. Although Jay would like to pretend, day and night, that Jaime didn’t exist-- he couldn’t. They’ve known each other... of each other since high school, and he wasn’t ready to out himself like the dick he was to erase that much history. However, when he called him by his ‘real name’, his jaw clenched, holding back how desperately he wanted to roll his eyes. Tongue to cheek, he endures his irritation, annoyed with how Jaime was outright acting like they had some sort of history. As far as Jay was concerned, they didn’t know each other. Sure, they shared a few classes in high school--- ran into each other at parties, but enough to exchange flirty banter? On his death bed, maybe. And as long as he was alive and breathing, it’d stay that way. “Okay,” he replies, tone low, barely audible for anyone else to pick up. “So turn around then.” Maybe he was being a bit harsh, but Jay would rather set shit straight with Jaime than give in and pretend to be nice to him like he did with everyone else.
prince has a theory – and a pretty sound one, if he says so himself – that dae and mortimer are conspiring together against him. after all, this isn’t the first time he’s been distracted from his work by his friend and yet, there have never been any consequences. it’s almost as though his boss wants him to act out – he practically has permission. “you don’t like my drinks – you don’t like my movies… what am i bringing to this friendship again? why do you put up with me?” he tuts his tongue, shaking his head before leaning over the counter to tousle dae’s hair. “since you miss me so much, i suppose i’ll indulge you. but only if you let me properly ramble about the film for at least thirty minutes afterwards before you roll your eyes.” prince does allow a genuine smile to show that he appreciates this gesture. dae is notoriously too nice to him.
“I’m not about conditions, little Prince,” he coos, waving his hand. “Besides, you help me with my podcast,” he shrugs, teasing him. There was a lot Dae could say about his friendship with Prince. He was understanding, patient, and helped him when he was deep in research about lore-- something that was highly requested during fall last year. Dae didn’t know shit about scary stories. Albeit, he knew enough by listening to Lore Podcast, but he didn’t want to copy and paste such a great segment that was clearly out of his expertise. So, when Prince suggested Havenhill lore, Dae knew then and there, they’d make for a great team--- in and outside of The Day Perspective. Besides, he was awful at sentiments. He liked Prince, did he have to list every reason why? Upon Prince’s conditions, Dae couldn’t help but roll his eyes regardless. “Well, I had it coming the moment I bought the tickets, so,” he pretends to loathe, stepping to the side, making way for Prince to exit his mini office.
he’s pleasantly surprised that he isn’t met with a brusque dismissal. there’s an edge to the interest that makes it seem slightly forced but isn’t that the case for all small talk? he’d forced himself to extend the social olive branch in the first place so it’s a returned kindness at the very least. he wills his shy smile to warm, shoulders lifting in a much more on brand shrug. “i mean, she’s no psychedelic dream pop,” prince offers with a gesture to the other record being kept safe under the other’s arm, “but there’s something about the classics that hits different. well, for me anyways – i think i’m an 80 year old man trapped in a young body.” he half laughs at his awkward explanation, deciding it safer to keep his gaze down on the vinyl with an affectionate tilt of his head. “y’know with her recent passing, that might even be worth something sooner rather than later. you don’t have to take my word on it though. what’s good to someone might be terrible to someone else.” his mind flashes to his beverage of choice and how vehemently dae hates black coffee. agree to disagree. “have you listened to that before?” prince nods again at the record the other has already selected. for all his over-interest, he probably seems like he works there and the thought is enough to make him flush.
He listens to him, brows raising when he describes himself to be some sort of grandpa. Jay can’t help but eye him at that moment, taking him in from head to toe. He couldn’t disagree, grinning slightly at the description. He then chuckles when he mentions that the vinyl could be some sort of ‘collector's item’, wondering if he gave off the impression that he was some sort of eBay connoisseur. When he motions to the record tucked beneath his arm, Jay pulls it out for show, the red and pink colors warming him instantly. “Yeah, I used to listen to this album a lot a few years ago,” he nods, clearing his throat, not wanting to get sentimental. “I thought... maybe since I found a shitty record player last week, maybe I’d indulge,” he chuckles. “But I’m kind of second-guessing. I have Spotify--- premium.” He shrugs, lightening up. “And, uh... It’s not for me,” he explains, finally. “My mother’s birthday is coming up... she likes this kind of shit, so,” he shrugs, hopefully, any kind of sentiment to fall off with it.
The loud music boomed and echoed in the room like a heartbeat and the people moved and danced with the rhythm of it. It was late, way too late and almost everyone in the room were already drunk and stupid, swaying with whoever was closest to them. Noel, of course, wasn’t an exception. He was dancing with a man he had never seen before and didn’t particularly care if he would never see again. The world around him was spinning because of the alcohol but he didn’t mind one bit. Everything was moving until he noticed someone watching him and he felt grounded once again. He had played this game multiple times before, the game of chicken. How long would they be able to look at each other before one of them would finally approach the other? The time went on, Noel kept dancing with the stranger, from time to time feeling his lips brush against his neck, but his focus was on the other man across the room. This was getting interesting and Noel was getting impatient. Finally, after what felt like forever he pushed the man away from him and made his way through the crowd to reach the other man.
Jay promised himself he’d stop going to parties in Havenhill. He always got caught doing shit he’d regret, which was why he bothered doing another hour on the freeway just to get off or wasted with people he’d never see again. He couldn’t believe he let his coworkers convince him to come to another college house party. He intended on saying ‘yes’ but making an excuse the next day when he didn’t show up, but after running into the dishwasher at the market, he found himself without any excuses-- which was annoying as fuck, because Jay loved having a basket of them. Either way, he couldn’t be cursing himself more when the redhead started making his way towards him. Fuck. Shit. Fuck. SHIT. What happened to innocent eye fucking these days? Where did these balls of courage come from? Why couldn’t he just be left alone? Or better yet, why couldn’t Jay keep his fucking eyes to himself? He tried coming up with an excuse as he closed in on him, feigning an innocent gaze when he stops in front of him.
cigarette stuck between her lips as she tries to light it in the mind, bee gets increasingly annoyed and decides that throwing the lighter onto the street is a better course of action and she’s storming off with heeled boots clipping on the pavement before she is face to face with a familiar person. a smirk replaces her scowl and she’s tilting her head. “ too bad, you just missed my tantrum,” she speaks - french accent thick as always.
Hands stuffed in his front pockets, plastic bag hanging on his wrist, Dae comes to a full stop at the sound of heeled boots catching his attention. He grins a bit, sighting Bee. “I’m sure another one will come soon,” he checks his watch. “In another thirty? Maybe?” he teases. He observes her for a moment, tilting his head. “Where ya headed?”
she’d been staring across the bar for about two minutes in the direction of the male - brown hues hooded by narrowed gaze before she gets up from her seat and walks over toward the tables where he was and crosses her arms over her chest knowingly, a proud grin on full lips. “ i know you, don’t i?” of course she’s already figured out that she does know him - but she likes to test people.
Jay wasn’t really the observant type, so when the redhead sauntered his way, he didn’t notice until her legs were in his line of vision. His brown hues traveled up, taking in a healthy stare, nearly freezing when he recognizes her face. Shit. Her stance was proud, telling him she wasn’t as curious as she let on. She knew who she was, but Jay didn’t have to admit that, right? “...Sorry, don’t know what you’re talking about,” he attempts to brush off, clearing his throat as he averts his gaze back down to the book in his hand, reaching for his lemonade.
dylan had been staring at a bag of frozen blueberries when she heard the voice beside her and a small, pleasant raise of her brows and warm smile is offered in his direction and a small laugh follows at his words. “ you can stalk me if you wanna,” she’s kidding - but she can tell her seems nervous and she hates making people feel nervous. “ frozen meal huh? i never really liked those.” she shrugs a shoulder, “ you should get the mac n cheese balls though, they are so good i could eat a whole bag.” she nods.
He can’t help but fall into a wide grin, brows raising in response. “I hope you don’t say that to just anyone,” he eggs on, wondering if that was too flirty. Dae clears his throat soon after, straightening his posture. “Yeah, I promised myself to lay off Postmates for a while. And... I can’t exactly cook, so... here’s to learning.” He then shrugs, eyes searching for said, mac and cheese balls. “Though, that does sound good...”
Clad in black from head to toe, mildly sweaty, Jay enters the closest Starbucks to quench his thirst--- but more importantly, his hunger. Ever since he started working out during his sophomore year of high school, his appetite has grown exponentially. What was this, his third snack of the day? Before noon? Sometimes, he was annoyed with himself by how often he got hungry. The most meals he ate in a day was nearly seven, but now it’s gone down to five (sometimes six). Though, he wasn’t the one complaining. It was more so his wallet. Still, Jay couldn’t help himself. If he wants it, he got it. Getting in line, he notices a smaller fellow in front of him, all too quickly realizing it was Jaime. He curses under his breath, mouthing ‘fuck’ with a deep roll of his eyes. He turns around, wanting to leave, but bumps into a group of girls lined behind, eying him the second he makes eye contact. He clears his throat, quickly shifting his gaze as he turns back around. Sucking his teeth, he breathes in deeply. God, this was going to be an agonizing 15 minutes. @jcmiehq
Grocery shopping was such a burden. If he could, Dae would order Postmates every day of the week, but when his bank account begged him not to, he decided to try and cook for himself. Sure, it screamed disaster, but he couldn’t fuck up a microwavable meal, right? A heavy sigh escapes him, eyes searching for anything the least bit appetizing. --Damn, they still have kids cuisine? It wasn’t until he spotted Dylan from his peripheral that his direction changed, no longer able to focus on what was in front of him. After a few minutes, he closes the fridge door, deciding to say hello. “Hey,” he greets, hesitantly. His Adam's apple bobs, gulping. “I’m.. not stalking you, I swear.” @phnixs
even though it’s not particularly loud, prince still startles at the whispered surprise. he’s immediately happy to see his friend, though and he’s secretly very pleased dae is keeping his voice down – that’s something they’d had many discussions about in the early stages of their interactions. “twenty seven and counting,” prince corrects playfully, glancing down to the coffee cup with a pleased smile. it’ll just be his standard order – a flavored roast, black with one no-cal sweetener – but that’s what makes it all the more thoughtful. “are you trying to get me to play hooky, dae? i thought we were friends – you shouldn’t be such a bad influence!” as he’s saying so, he’s starting to tidy up his work station with a heavy sigh. mort’s been trying to get him to live a bit more – he’s only an assisstant library; there’s plenty of time for a young person’s social life still! “are you going to like this one too? or is it another that you’re just suggesting for my benefit?”
He rolls his eyes at the word, waving his hand. “A true friend brings you your favorite drink, even though it tastes like ass, and brings you to your favorite genre of movie, fully paid for, all while playing hooky. You’re looking at it all wrong, man. I’m a great influence.” In Dae’s defense, he truly believed he was a great influence. Sure, leaving work early (in a sense) wasn’t ‘great’, but... it’s the library. Besides, Dae would never put Prince in harm's way. He just wants him to live a little, as much as Prince teaches him his own ways of living. “I don’t have to like it,” he shrugs, resting his elbows on the counter. “I just haven’t seen you in ages,” he grins, knowing fully well it’s only been three days. “So, whaddya say?” he wiggles his brows.
as he steps into the record shop, prince starts to wonder if his passion isn’t for all things vintage but, rather, just the smell of old things. after all, there’s a distinctive aromatic atmosphere to a shop like rein’s and he finds that it’s one shared by the library he loves so deary. it’s a little musty and stale, dust particles hanging in the sunlight streaming in high set rectangular windows. however, prince finds it all very charming. places full of dated relics like records and old books housed a whole history within their walls – it’s beautiful, really. the same could also be said for the person stood in the aisle directly within prince’s sight. he was beautiful and prince didn’t need his glasses to see as much. what really caught his eyes, though, was the record being considered in the stranger’s hands. in a moment of boldness uncharacteristic of his naturally shy demeanor, prince slowly sidles up beside the person – but not too close. he does still believe in personal space. “that’s a very good one,” he indicates the record with a nod and a little point of a finger. “i actually have it – it’s one of my favorites.”
Something about Rein’s always rubbed Jay the wrong way. Maybe it was the people or how extremely outdated the placed seemed to be-- either way, he just couldn’t shake how this shit hole hasn’t changed in the last ten years. He could never forget that the last time Rein’s ever left a good taste in his mouth, was when his father was actually acting like a father. He took him here every week-- not to buy but as some sort of teaching lesson from good to bad music. Beatles, good. Blues Traveler, very good. 2009 Ke$ha, embarrassing. Still, he found himself gravitating towards the store every couple of months. He wondered once if it was his yearning for something that was long forgotten, but Jay brushed it off quickly before he could ever consider going to a fucking record store to be anything more than that. With ‘Yoshimi Battles the Pink Robots’ tucked in his arm, his doe eyes scan the cover of Doris Day’s greatest hits, flipping it back and forth in his hand. He rubs his lips together, a burning sensation boiling within him. He looks up at the voice, surprised. Jay considers rolling his eyes, brushing the dude off as he normally would. But after looking at him for a moment, he decides against the instinct. He’ll never see him again anyway, and besides... any tips on this fucking record would help more than not. “Yeah?” he attempts to sound enthused, not looking at him directly. “I keep wondering if it’s actually good. I’ve been here three times this month and it’s still collecting dust. You sure it’s that good?” he lifts a brow, almost challenging him.
With two cups in both hands, Dae carefully makes his way over to Prince’s station, as cautiously as possible. With his back turned away from him, he stops in front of his desk, placing the cups on the counter, smiling as Prince turned to face him. “Surprise!” he greets in a half-whisper, dimples on full display. “You’re off soon right?” he checks his watch. “In like, thirty?” He knows Prince isn’t the type to ditch his shift, especially with only thirty minutes left. But there’s some old film calling Prince’s name, and with his favorite drink to bribe him, he knows he can get his best friend to cave in. “Some old French film is showing at the cinema,” he sings, shoulders bouncing with enthusiasm. “Let's go~” @princexling
( jeon jungkook + male ) hey have you ever met ( jaehyun moon )? they are a ( twenty one year old waiter at ca del sole ). everyone knows around town from their ( bright, fickle ) personality. if you had to describe them it would be ( mini silver hoop earrings, hangry fits, fluffy brown hair ). next time you see them be sure to mention their favorite song ( rose by jereena montemayor ) and i’m sure you will find out more !!
goes by jay or moon, he doesn’t have a preference. is hardly called by his full name, unless you’re his mom and super pissed, or korean, and want to piss him off.
is an only child, born & raised in havenhill. parents work way too much and often have conflicting schedules to ever be home at the same time, so he’s practically raised himself. he’s not mad about it though, he prefers being alone.
works at a super upscale (borderline snobby) Italian eatery called ca del sole. he’s popular at his workplace for his striking looks and welcoming customer service. he always has regulars, people tip him way too well, and even when they’re usually awful and give other waiters a hard time, they’ll never be mean to jay. how can you throw at fit at that face?
although super nice and friendly, jay’s distant as hell. he always gets what he wants and knows how to work people in order for things to work out in his favor. some may call it manipulative, but he’s either too nice most of the time for people to tell, or doesn’t hang around enough for you to find out.
closeted bisexual. he’s never been with a guy and has only ever had hookups with girls (if you don’t consider eye fucking some dude from across the room, but leaving before anyone decides to make a move lmfao). never been in a real relationship. he has a hard time connecting or finding interest in people that are within reach (he’s scared lmao) and would rather hang out in the next town over and hook up (if he’s in the mood, which is hardly) with people he’ll never see again.
WANTED CONNECTIONS ✎
“Have a Great Day” - Muse is aware of Jay’s ‘too good to be true’ reputation at Ca Del Sole. Never had a bad a review? Everyone loves him? Not on Muses’ watch.
“I See You” - Despite Jay’s ‘everlasting’ bright personality, Muse can see right through him. He always gets what he wants, too good with his words... it wasn’t until Muse caught Jay on a very off day when nothing seemed to go right for him, that they truly saw Jay’s true self. Not such a great guy now is he?
“Missing In Action” - Every week, Jay disappears where he thinks no one will find him for a whole 24 hours. Not that anyone notices, but Muse finds it particularly odd when they run into Jay at a lake, camping by himself.
“Hook Up to Hook Up” - Jay’s never been in a relationship-- not that he’s incapable, but there’s something about commitment that scares the hell out of him. If there’s anyone that understands this, it’s Muse. Even though Jay chooses to go all the way across town to get off, Muse convinces him to stop making what could be an easy trip, by striking a deal.
hey erryone, im grace and super excited to be here! i haven’t rped in a hot minute, but im stepping back into the game with my first mumu! *im not too well versed with discord, so if anyone wants to chat with me, my ims are the best place to find me <3 that being said, if you’re interested in any of my wcs, please hit me up or like this post and im sure we can come up with something! <3
( kim namjoon + male ) hey have you ever met ( daewon kim )? they are a ( twenty five year old creator of ‘the day perspective’ podcast ). everyone knows around town from their ( charming, cynical ) personality. if you had to describe them it would be ( dimples, worn out hoodies, a dark lit studio with neon lights ). next time you see them be sure to mention their favorite song ( uzutrap by j.han, yetti paints ) and i’m sure you will find out more !!
goes by dae or day, occasionally kim. you can spell it either way, he doesn’t care.
has an older sister who’s situated on the other side of the world doing god knows what. raised by his parents until he was eleven. they divorced, it was nasty. dae couldn’t stand to live with either of them so he lived with his grandparents until he affords his own place. he’s currently situated in a decent studio, thanks to his semi-steady income.
got on the podcast train right before they started becoming trendy. dae considers himself lucky that he gained such a steady following since creating ‘the day perspective’. a lot of people like his speaking voice. it’s deep, smooth… nearly perfect for the radio. in his teens, dae interned at radio stations but hated being told what to do, so he created his own podcast. he talks about conspiracies, life in havenhill, scary stories, movies, music, and occasionally pop culture, news, etc. he uploads his podcast on youtube and spotify once a week.
dae’s really charming. he’s witty, funny, and generally sweet. his only fault is that he’s pretty cynical. he’s opinionated and lowkey judgey too, but he’s known for keeping his cool. people find him intimidating bc he’s tall as hell, but he’s a softie lol.
he’s also straight. he’s only ever had like one serious girlfriend but they broke things off when she went to college on the other side of the country. he’s bad at flirting, dense as hell, and will probably grow old and alone with 20 birds– not that he minds, he doesn’t believe in true love anyway.
WANTED CONNECTIONS ✎
“Welcome to the Day Perspective.” - Whether you’re a new listener or have been there from the start, you’ve known Dae from his weekly podcast! We can plot whether or not they’ve met in person, or are friends/supporters. Perhaps they disagree with him a ton or are likeminded with his opinions, or just in between!
“Childhood Friends Aren’t Forever” - Muse and Dae have known each other since they were kids. They know everything about each other but have had a falling out during their high school years. Now, they just can’t stop running into each other.
“Neighbors” - Dae’s recording schedule varies depending on his mood and the wave of media during that week. Though, despite not having a set schedule, he does tend to record at night. However, his next door neighbor has been obnoxiously loud this past week, and with the lack of creativity flowing through, Dae decides to finally introduce himself.
“Cupid’s Arrow” - Muse has known Dae since high school when he was in a serious relationship with Muse’s best friend for a year. After Dae and Muse’s best friend broke up (due to her moving across the country for college), Muse is concerned Dae’s closed himself off. He’s grown cynical over the past years and decides to play Cupid in hopes he’d stop being such a closed off grump.
hey erryone, im grace and super excited to be here! i haven’t rped in a hot minute, but im stepping back into the game with my first mumu! *im not too well versed with discord, so if anyone wants to chat with me, my ims are the best place to find me <3 that being said, if you’re interested in any of my wcs, please hit me up or like this post and im sure we can come up with something! <3
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