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helllloooo it's mika here super excited to bring you ki yujin eugene!! i havent managed to scraggle up a bio or plots page just yet (thx to my timeliness i see) but i have a mini stats page up here and some waaaaaay too long info under the cut abt this 28 year old prim painter turned runaway tattoo artist living in apt #2b ^_^ v v excited to get to know everyone and their muses so please like this and i'll hit up your dms!!

#brewedintro #this is so long rip thank u if u made it to the bottom :*#also have dc if its easier~ <3

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— Closed starter for Eugene (@3ugene)

He'd caved in again. Usually, Seojin was nothing if not stubborn when it came to late night unplanned trips down to Brewed Awakening. Discouraging himself from developing a habit was why he'd sought a room on the top floor after all. But it had been a particularly bad week. Sleep was alluding him the way shadows outran the midday sun.

And so he found himself in the elevator, his usual lightfooted bounce down to the cafe muted by shame and lack of sleep.

Seojin barely looked up when the doors opened. He was so certain, for a split second, that the person he saw before him when he did raise his eyes wasn't real. That he had actually fallen asleep hours ago, and tumbled into a dream. That had to be it. Because why else would Ki Eugene be standing in front of him? A ghost of a friend long gone. One resolutely unthought of, pushed from his thoughts on late nights like this, regrets and all.

He blinked rapidly. What the fuck was she doing here?

As if sensing his panic, the doors began to slide closed. Seojin hadn't even registered her expression, hadn't even begun to think about what he was doing before he shot his hand forward to keep the doors from closing. "Please tell me I'm hallucinating," he said, still staring at her.

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the worst thing about outrunning your past is that you eventually hit a wall. or, you make the mistake of falling into a false sense of security until the elevator doors open one night and han seojin's standing in front of you, a bewildered expression matching your own. eugene doesn't realise she's been holding a breath the entire time until his arm shoots out to keep the doors from closing, and she exhales.

he looks the same, she notes somewhat bitterly, still sweet and confused. her eyes make a quick work of scanning over his features, the furrow of his eyebrows, the downturn of his mouth. some things are better left unsaid, but she's never been one for doing what's best.

"it'd be a lot better if you were." is what comes out instead, blithely as she steps into the shaft. her left shoulder aches with the weight of her tote bag, bursting at the seams with canvases whilst her right arm holds a haphazard stack of sketchbooks against her chest. four clients that day means her back aches and there's a headache thrumming at her temples. all in all, she's the perfect picture of irritated, and it might just be seojin's bad luck that he's caught her on such a night.

not that he's not used to it, anyways. or maybe he's forgotten how to handle it.

eugene knows her anger's somewhat misplaced, so after a beat of silence she sighs, expression softening. "i -- " sorry doesn't slip off her tongue well enough. "i didn't -- do you live here?"