[ currently viewing this page as @/forselunes ] … did you see? yesterday, LEE HYUNSIK (HE/HIM) was spotted at the airport! you know, that 23 year old who was part of that one film's EXTRAS? the cursed one that they never finished? yeah, they were the CIRCUS GUEST / THE MASK OF “THE LOVER”! i know everyone already knows they're QUIET and TENDER-HEARTED, but i heard that HE WAS FINED FOR STALKING. apparently they’re UNEMPLOYED now, but i guess they’ve got unfinished business with this movie, or this movie’s got unfinished business with them.
hi chat this is milo (he/him 23+) here with my little freak hyunsik! i'm so excited to be here i've been sitting here waiting for the clock to hit 8pm. anyway his pages are up (info & plots) if any of you are interested in taking a look but i'll also leave a tl;dr down below to hopefully get some plots going! now who's shy and wants a dm from me for plotting (like this and i will show up expeditiously)
p.s. after being peer pressured (/j) to make a discord for plotting. i did so if you want it plz hmu
tl;dr
middle child from a wealthy family; only one to pursue acting over a “real” career
graduated from an arts university in seoul, now living alone and working small background roles
soft-spoken, socially awkward off screen, desperate to be seen — wants to matter to someone
joined the cursed film last-minute as an extra, wearing the mask of the lover
scaredy cat; hates horror, didn’t even want to be in the film
kept to himself on set, often overlooked but always observing
developed a one-sided crush on a fellow cast/crew member; believed she was subtly reaching out
began seeing visions of her — glances, smiles, invitations that blurred into hallucinations
one night, followed a “vision” of her into her bedroom — she screamed, police were called
fined for stalking; began therapy afterward, still unsure what was real
hasn’t worked since, spends time rewatching footage and rehearsing forgotten lines trying to make sense of that night
accepted the reunion invite hoping for closure… or clarity
yeah he be seeing things but hey don't we all.. so who wants to subject their muse to hyunsik's shenanigans (be the crush he was hallucinating) how your muse reacts to seeing him again or how they remember that night is all up to you! i'm just excited to be here
other than that, i do have other plots and connections i'd love to explore here so please if you see something interesting don't hesitate to reach out! (or like this post that works too)
asking his memory to reconsider something he feels so sure about remembering is difficult, especially when it's one of the rare things he remembers at all. he glances at hyunsik, concern plainly written across his face. "but i didn't think any of them sounded like you."
he didn’t really know heeseung. not beyond the name on a call sheet or the occasional glimpse of him passing through the studio halls with a clipboard tucked under one arm. they never spoke. but now, walking this road with taejun, the air feels too clean, the silence too sharp—like something’s shifted beneath them and no one else has noticed yet.
hyunsik tugs his sleeves down, fingers curling around the fabric. the chill creeps under his clothes, settling somewhere beneath his ribs. he hasn’t said much—hasn’t known how—but he’s grateful to be walking beside taejun of all people.
they hadn’t been close in any obvious way. no inside jokes, no dramatic conversations. just quiet moments between scenes. shared silences in the makeup trailer. the kind of presence that didn’t ask for anything, didn’t need to. it was a comfort hyunsik hadn’t realized he relied on until now. whatever they had—unspoken, steady—it hadn’t vanished. if anything, it feels more important now.
when taejun speaks, hyunsik listens. not just to the words, but the way he says them. soft. careful. and when he says he didn’t believe what they wrote—what the internet picked apart with bloody teeth—it lands like something sharp in hyunsik’s chest. not relief. something deeper. something closer to grief.
“thank you,” he says, and his voice wavers. “most people didn’t ask me anything. they just looked at me like they’d already decided. like whatever they read was the truth, and i just hadn’t caught up to it yet.”
his pace slows. not stopping—just making space for the rest.
“after a while, i started wondering if maybe they were right. maybe i made her up. or maybe something did happen and i just… don’t remember it right.” he doesn’t look at taejun. “i don’t trust myself the way i used to. not since then.”
he glances over briefly, like he’s checking for something familiar in taejun’s face. some trace of how things used to be. something that says he’s still safe here.
“but you didn’t look at me like they did,” he says, quieter. “you still don’t. i don’t know why. but… thank you.”
the silence stretches, but it’s not uncomfortable. hyunsik’s gaze drifts ahead—the church still out of sight, somewhere just beyond the next bend.
“no one ever really asked what i saw,” he says. “i never got to tell it… not the way it actually happened.”
