[apt303]

independent, private, &. selective, heavily headcanon-based, drawing inspiration from both the 2019 drama &. original webtoon by kim yong-ki — a character study on YOON JONGWOO, the tenant of unit 303, from HELL IS OTHER PEOPLE aka STRANGERS FROM HELL. minors do not interact. rules &. info below the cut.

content warning: serial murder, gore, kidnapping, torture, animal death, cannibalism, manipulation &. gaslighting, toxic relationships, stalking, referenced &. implied cheating, drugging, victim blaming. please note, while jongwoo is a victim of gaslighting, manipulation, and much more, this does not excuse his later actions.

♡ forever intertwined with edenstudio.

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moonjo/jongwoo will be written as the primary relationship on this blog, and heavily talked about as well. this is not done to romanticize it in the least, as it does have a fair amount of toxicity involved (obviously). i will not be tagging this ship. if it makes you uncomfortable, i do encourage you to take care of yourself &. not follow this blog. i write this exclusively with edenstudio.

i am white. research is done in everything that i write or engage in. however, if mistakes are made, please correct me. it is welcomed, encouraged, and appreciated.

jongwoo is a closeted gay man who was in a long-term relationship with a woman. there will be mentions of internalized homophobia / some unsavory thoughts written about moonjo in terms of their dynamic early on. i am a gay man. these writings are handled with tact, and in no way impact my personal thoughts or feelings.

graphic credit goes to my pookie.

bio and stuff tba later. what are you. a cop.

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jongwoo was already crazy btw like bro would crash out if he stubbed his toe

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kiva and i hacking and dying and screaming and crying on call over moonjong rn

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[ 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐄 ] ― sender traces their fingertips over receiver’s body. [chanting uvula uvula uvula uvula u—]

prompt. ┊ it used to unnerve him, how moonjo had looked at him. how he'd touched him. he felt much more like a research specimen or a clinical patient rather than an object of interest. but after everything, there has been a shift — some might argue that it's been for the worse, but in jongwoo's eyes it's been for the better. moonjo yucheon touches his throat now, and jongwoo tips his head back to allow him free reign. his eyes flutter shut as yucheon's fingers trail against the delicate skin of his throat, and his lips part ever so slightly with a sigh. the document on his laptop goes forgotten for the moment, the cursor flashing mid-sentence as he diverts his attention to yucheon, instead.

this life is good, he has to admit. a nice house in a perfect climate, an entirely new country that doesn't know either of their faces. without the hustle of a busy city life and the stress of a job and people sucking the life out of him, jongwoo finds himself thriving. his writing career will be taking off soon; the truth of the subject matter will only be known between he and yucheon, and he finds he's quite content with that.

at times, he's still angry. at times, he still thinks about strangling the life from yucheon with his own hands. but that rage subsides easy enough, and there are other outlets that help. it's good. it's almost perfect.

jongwoo lifts a hand to rest atop of yucheon's, and his eyes open. the angle is odd, but he looks up at yucheon with a soft, pleading gaze. fingers trace against the back of his hand, feeling along the jut of bone and savoring the feel of skin-against-skin.

“thank you,” he says, though he isn't quite certain what he's thanking yucheon for. setting him free, maybe. giving him this new lease on life and a life worth living. maybe it's even a thanks for showing him what it is to be loved, appreciated, for the first time in his life. he lifts yucheon's hand to his lips and presses a kiss to his fingertips. i love you. he can't say it, not yet. but he thinks that he can show it well enough.

“i was thinking, we should celebrate. we could invite our neighbors for a drink.” another kiss to his fingertips. “or, it could be just us. that's what you'd prefer, isn't it?”

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hope the moonjong baby has a good day

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this MIGHT be strangers from hell

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holds up a bite of meat on the chopsticks. sauce drips from it onto his hand cupped under it. "babe, try this." :)

jongwoo doesn't have much of an appetite these days. what happened in eden still sends his stomach into a roil, no matter how hard he tries to repress the memories that plague him. it would be easier, perhaps, if he didn't have the source of those memories practically glued to his hip. but, this is his life now, and it's one that he had some hand in choosing, though he will never admit that to moonjo — or to himself.

he's adjusting, though, and adjusting well. he calls his mother every day. he does dishes after moonjo cooks. they have a beer together on their balcony every night. the domesticity — because what else could he possibly call it — has been the hardest thing, he thinks. jongwoo does not love moonjo (or, at least he thinks he doesn't), but they get along fine as they can, given everything. they live together, they navigate their new home together. this is as close to a relationship as jongwoo will allow himself after the way it ended with jieun (moonjo's fault, but what good will holding that against him do?).

he isn't hungry, but there is an unspoken rule that when moonjo cooks, he will eat it. it isn't enforced, and moonjo will speak to him kindly if he refuses, but... it's better for the both of them if he does. he knows moonjo is cooking now, and the knowledge of what he's cooking makes jongwoo's stomach twist in apprehension. it had been ms. eom's cooking back then. offered to him. taken and tasting odd and wrong on his tongue. will it taste different now that someone else is making it? now that the man he calls honey in a bitter tone is the one preparing it for him? he's afraid to find out the answer. he wants to refuse the food, should it be plated for him.

but eating is necessary to survive, and everything else is running low. jongwoo decides that tomorrow, he'll take it upon himself to stock their fridge. fill their cabinets. moonjo would give him more than enough money, he knows.

he is in a bit of a daze, lost in his thoughts on what moonjo is preparing and the quiet of their house. it's nice, to have this silence. it's been almost too quiet, but then, he could blame that on the soundproofing of their basement. if he ignores that, it's a good life. if he ignores who he is with, it's a good life. his laptop is open on a blank word document, the cursor flashing tauntingly, mocking him for the writers block that has overcome him in the last few months. he types. deletes. types. deletes. over and over. if things weren't as good, perhaps he'd have more to write about. if he could channel the rage he so often feels, maybe he'd be able to debut with a bestselling novel.

there's an itch beneath his skin that he knows but refuses to name. the silent basement calls his name, and a muscle in his jaw twinges as he clenches his teeth.

babe, try this. moonjo's voice snaps him from his daydreams and waking nightmares. jongwoo looks up at him, to the slight smile on his face, and then to the hand holding the chopsticks. the bite of meat there doesn't tempt him. but the sauce looks like it will hide any lingering reminders, so he swallows his pride and disgust and leans forward.

he takes the offered bite, and chews it slowly. the flavor bursts across his tongue, and when his stomach rumbles now, it isn't disgust. it's a hunger, and one he's tried his best to ignore. he makes deliberate eye contact as he swallows the bite, his lips parted slightly as he licks the lingering sauce from his lips.

“it's good.” he says, and tries to keep a dismissive air about him. it works as well as a rusted door hinge. he reaches for moonjo's wrist, for the hand that had caught the falling droplet a moment prior. the index finger of his free hand trails through his palm, collecting the droplet and then, he licks it clean. a soft hum.

“i think... i think i'll eat tonight after all.”

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babe , where have you been ?

prompt. ┊ “does it matter where i've been?” there is a fine, yet still distinguishable line between life as he knows it, and life as he knew it a few short months ago. jongwoo walks that line more than he cares to admit, wondering if he can teeter back over the edge of who he was before moonjo sunk his teeth into his neck, and pulled him over the line of right and wrong. he's still in contact with his mother, or at least he tries to be. she asks how he is, how his mind is, after every horrible thing he'd been through, every terrible thing he'd had to do to survive. it would shatter her, to know it wasn't survival. it would crush her, to know her son has always been something of a monster (no; no, that isn't right, is it? he was a good and honest man before this, anger aside — wasn't he?).

so much of his old life is gone. he hasn't brought himself to delete numbers, yet. numbers of people who wronged him and people who are dead because of him. he'd tried calling jieun, when he'd left the hospital, just to apologize. she'd hung up without a word, and her number had been disconnected the next time he'd tried calling. good riddance, anyway.

he hefts the case of beer up, and sets it on the counter. their favorite brand, but jongwoo sees it as poison now. the same poison that had been used the very first night he'd spoken with seo moonjo. he can trace it back beyond that, of course, but it's easier to pin the blame on that night. the night he'd expressed desires to his downfall in the form of his writing. had moonjo known, then, that it wasn't just the ramblings of a creative crime novelist? that it, instead, was the ravings of someone who had thought about it himself, time and time again?

of course he'd known. moonjo knows everything about him, after all.

“we were running low.” he pats the case of beer, and finally lets himself meet moonjo's gaze. unblinking, probing. jongwoo still finds himself unsettled by it — not despite, but regardless of everything they've been through. something sharp twists in his chest when he realizes his own gaze has become unflinching, and he forces himself to look away. “food, too. fridge is stocked again.”

he breathes in deep. he doesn't want to cross that line again. but moonjo is all he has, whether he likes it or not — and it is getting harder &. harder to tell himself he doesn't like it. he exhales, and puts one foot over that line.

“i thought we could drink together. after dinner.”

[ohisms]

↪     𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄 , 𝑰'𝑴 𝑨 𝑭𝑬𝑾 - ᶰᵒ ᶠᵃᵐᶤˡʸ ˒ ᵗᵒᵒ . 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑎𝑚 𝑖 ?    (  a  series  of  sentence  starters  from  season  1  of  “ orphan black ” .   adjust  phrasing  as  necessary . will be updated !  )

i wanna see [ name ] .

well , that's not fair , is it ?!

oh my god , you look like crap .

i didn't miss your birthday , did i ?

something really weird just happened at the train station .

what the hell is wrong with you ?

listen to me , [ name ] , i'm only gonna ask you this once .

oh , i'm fine by the way , thank you .

get in the car .

when you don't give a damn , i get pissed .

you'd better be ready . are you ready ?

you're sure as hell overdressed . what , were you out all night or something ?

this shit is as hard as it gets . but you've gotta stop making it worse .

i panicked , what do you want me to say ?

i'm kidding . where's your wit gone ?

you don't have to babysit me , dipshit .

i know this thing's got you all twisted up , but try to forgive yourself .

[ name ] , open the goddamn door !

yeah , the last thing i am is special .

[ name ] , where have you been ?

where have i been ? uh .. long story .

oh , jesus , are you alright ?

you have a few words , [ name ] ? anything you want to express ?

plead your mercy & your pity .

love is imperfection itself .

say it . go ahead , say it's my fault .

who the hell are you ?

of course not . you think we'd let that happen ?

i'm at home , you've got it all wrong .

you know what ? don't . i'm going to ignore that .

i'm worried you're losing the plot again .

sorry , i've got ... i've got a lot of work to do .

i mean , what am i supposed to do ?

you don't have to take this on .

i can't keep waking up every night , checking your breathing , worried you're mixing your meds , booze ... god knows what else .

i knew it was too good to be true .

why would you help such a stupid plan ?

i'm not going to play [ name ] in the middle .

i'm not dirty , i just freaked out .

if there is another version of this story ...

walk me through it again . so i know you won't crack under questioning .

you're making me nervous .

finally ! where have you been ?

who am i speaking to ?

how did you find me ?

idiot . do you even know who you're talking to ?

i don't care who you are .

nope , that is not my responsibility .

go , & wait for a call .

what i'm trying to do is move on .

we have known each other for awhile now , [ name ] .

i nailed it , man . every detail .

come on , [ name ] , give me a little love here !

you know , my skin just breaks out every time i leave downtown .

whoa , hey , [ name ] - you always do this to me !

i don't do backup , i don't even know what backup is !

i got stuck , i was running from my own shit .

i'm not giving you shit 'til you give me some answers .

don't ! do not shoot me , please !

seriously , it's life or death .

am i going insane ?

[lunememes]

🌙  *  ―     𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐒  (  prompts for the five senses. add [reversed] to reverse the action. feel free to change wording as needed & add details )

𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇.

[ 𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 ] ― sender wraps a soft blanket around receiver’s shoulders [ 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐊 ] ― sender and receiver fall into bed together on silk sheets [ 𝐏𝐔𝐋𝐋 ] ― sender pulls receiver’s hair ( gently / hard ) [ 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑 ] ― sender strokes receiver’s hair [ 𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇 ] ― sender brushes receiver’s hair [ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐓 ] ― sender paints a picture onto part of receiver’s body ( specify what & where ) [ 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐄 ] ― sender traces their fingertips over receiver’s body [ 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑 ] ― sender traces a scar on receiver’s body [ 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃 ] ― sender reaches out to hold receiver’s hand [ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 ] ― sender worships receiver’s body

𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄.

[ 𝐔𝐍𝐔𝐒𝐔𝐀𝐋 ] ― sender feeds receiver something they’ve never tried before ( specify what ) [ 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐑 ] ― sender feeds receiver something sour ( specify what ) [ 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 ] ― sender feeds receiver something sweet ( specify what ) [ 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐄 ] ― sender feeds receiver something spicy ( specify what ) [ 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 ] ― sender kisses receiver to taste the lingering flavour of what they ate or drank on their lips ( specify what ) [ 𝐂𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐑 ] ― sender bites receiver hard enough to draw blood [ 𝐔𝐍𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋 ] ― sender feeds receiver soup when they’ve fallen ill [ 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐊 ] ― sender makes receiver a cocktail to try [ 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐇 ] ― sender cooks receiver their favourite meal [ 𝐓𝐑𝐘 ] ―  sender gives receiver a taste of what they’re cooking / baking for their opinion

𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓.

[ 𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐃 ] ― sender blindfolds receiver [ 𝐑𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐄 ] ― sender and receiver see each other again after a period of being apart [ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄 ] ― sender notices something different about receiver ( injury / haircut / tattoo / piercing / etc ) [ 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐋 ] ― sender greets receiver in formal partywear ( feel free to add detail ) [ 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐒 ] ― sender takes receiver to see lanterns in the sky [ 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐒 ] ― sender and receiver lay under the stars to stargaze [ 𝐆𝐀𝐙𝐄 ] ― sender and receiver lock eyes across the room [ 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐖 ] ― sender and receiver see a shadow move out the corner of their eye [ 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍 ] ― sender and receive watch as something burns ( candles / a building / a campfire / etc ) [ 𝐅𝐈𝐒𝐇 ] ― sender takes receiver to the aquarium to watch the sea life [ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐊 ] ― sender recognises receiver at a masquerade party

𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃.

[ 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐂 ] ― sender puts on the radio to listen to music with receiver [ 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘 ] ― sender plays receiver their favourite song on an instrument ( specify what ) [ 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍 ] ― sender and receiver are in bed together while rain lashes against the windows / tent / etc [ 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐑 ] ― sender whispers something in receiver’s ear ( specify what ) [ 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 ] ― sender asks receiver for a dance upon hearing a song [ 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐘 ] ― sender and receiver hear a sound when they should be alone ( footsteps / creaking floorboards / a scream / etc ) [ 𝐇𝐔𝐌 ] ― sender hums a lullaby to lull receiver to sleep [ 𝐌𝐔𝐅𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐃 ] ― sender comforts a temporally deaf receiver after a loud sound ( gunshot / explosion / etc ) [ 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐌 ] ― sender calms receiver down from a panic attack in a loud place [ 𝐀𝐅𝐀𝐑 ] ― sender and receiver hear a muffled sound from another room / outside ( music / people / creature / etc ) [ 𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐖 ] ― sender hears receiver crying and approaches comfort them

𝐒𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐋.

[ 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐇 ] ― sender puts a scented bath bomb into receiver’s bath [ 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐋𝐄 ] ― sender lights a scented candle for receiver [ 𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 ] ― sender puts perfume / aftershave on receiver’s ( wrist / neck / cheek ) [ 𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓 ] ― sender inhales receiver’s scent [ 𝐂𝐎𝐎𝐊 ] ― sender is drawn to the kitchen by receiver’s cooking [ 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒 ] ― sender steals an item of receiver’s clothes because it smells like them [ 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑 ] ― sender notices receiver smells of their shampoo / shower gel [ 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒 ] ― sender gives receiver flowers [ 𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐇 ] ― sender helps clean receiver after a long day / stressful situation [ 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐘 ] ― sender and receiver walk through the sewers to escape capture / avoid detection / chase someone [ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐄 ] ― sender massages receiver with a scented oil

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀#APT303: DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE!

a character study of yoon jongwoo of strangers from hell / hell is other people, with inspirations from the original webtoon by kim yong-ki. 20+ only. trigger heavy, proceed with caution. written by aesop (he/him, 28).