turn me up;

yoon doojoon. twenty five years of age. currently working as a model. previously worked as an escort. ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖

[hdxdoojoon]

so sorry for the tiny bit lack of posts, because school is killing me, but i am back for now and those who want to plot for the event, please let me know?

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` plot call

so, if anyone would want to plot for the event. could you like this for me? i'm pretty sure that doojoon wouldn't mind spending time just about anyone he knows or maybe someone that a friend of his set him up with, i don't know, but the event seems to be loads of fun so how about it?

[hdxdoojoon]

Pink

Pink: 4 facts about my muse’s parents.

They were each other’s first loves, which was why Doojoon used to believe in true love.

His father was five years older than his mother.

His father was a teacher and his mother a nurse.

On the night of their murder, they were out celebrating their ninth anniversary together.

[hdxdoojoon]

purple

Purple: 10 facts about my muse’s room.

He has a full sized bed in his place, nothing too big or small for him.

He has white walls for his bedroom, just like the rest of his home.

There are a few trinkets that belonged to his parents on the desk that sits beside his window.

He has books stacked up on one side, mostly filled with his own preferences and those which involved his work, photo books and fashion articles.

It’s a bit neater than the usual room that a guy has, seeing that he is a bit particular with his things.

There’s a picture of him and his parents on his bedside table as well as one with his newfound family with his aunt and uncle as well as their children.  

He had used his furniture to brighten up the room, choosing bright colors such as different shades of blue and orange to make it seem more stylish than picking monochromatic colors.

He doesn’t have a walk in closet and owns just a two doored closet that fits most of his clothes.

Some of them are hung on a silver bar that rests on one of his walls.

He never really understood the reason why there actually was a silver bar on his wall.

[hdxdoojoon]

Grey

Grey: 2 facts about my muse’s favourite things

One would be his father’s watch, one that was given to him just before the day of his parents’ death.

His iPod, mainly because he needs music in his life to keep him sane and reduces the stress that he has on a day to day basis.

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orange and white

Orange: 6 facts about my muse’s home town.

He was born in Goyang, South Korea.

It’s located north of Seoul and is considered to be leading city in the country.

Having it home to different sports teams, Doojoon grew to be a avid fan of the sports, always heading out to the different arenas for him to watch a game. 

The city also encouraged the use of bikes which why there are about 3,000 bikes within the city.

It’s a highly industrialized area, filled with buildings for business, residences and the like. A few examples would be MBC Dream Center and SBS Broadcasting Center.

One of the places that he used to enjoy visiting was the Aerospace Museum.

White: 3 facts about my muse’s personality.

He’s an indecisive person.

Aside from the fact that he is pretty cruel with people some times, his caring self seems to easily shine through.

Doojoon has a soft spot for puppies.

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{`Coffee Latte || stella ; doojoon

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{‘she shakes her head slightly, her lips curls up into a bright smile} No, no don’t worry. You didn’t do any damage. It was my fault anyway. I was too busy drooling over this delicious looking breads and didn’t pay attention to my surrounding. What about I treat you to some coffee as an apology?

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[ ` / he exhaled out a breath of relief hearing that he wasn't causing some damage on such an early time of the day ] Ah, it's fine. I wasn't even looking, which is exactly why you and I bumped into each other like this. [ ` / a grin comes up on his lips, nodding his head once as he straightened himself up, his eyes on the other ] Are you sure? You don't have to do that. Unless, you'd let me buy you bread in exchange. How's that?

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✘ escape;

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of course his luck would somehow manage to spoil his say even further, push him to the edge until he could taste it on his tongue, feel it itching  at his throat, but again he was avoiding it. his mind wandered, his toes wiggled underneath him, his fingers tangled and detangled, bent, stretched, curved, hooked—yet nothing was quite enough to stop the fiery tears that broke  through the dam of his eyes. one spilled on one side before the other painted a thin line of gloss over his cheek. he barely had time to wipe them away before others followed until, with time, they faded away and only left signs of their presence in the redness of his eye and the sniffle in his nose.

frustration, though, wasn’t expelled with the weak procession of tears. in fact the only purpose they served was to give energy to his frustration until it pricked the back of his neck each second that dripped. time seemed to slow when put against his impatience that required speed, attention—he didn’t always express his neediness but this was doojoon, a man who could be trusted with the world. his finger pressed the button again, and again, and again, until he finally gave into his fate of unlucky events filled with too much complexity for him to possibly argue with them. he simply did what he always did: accepted, and waited.

this technique served him well and biolt a delusion that time speeds by quickly until his salvation came in an utterly familiar voice. “hyung,” he voiced back with a light surprise hanging off his voice. “i should—but—can i come in?—i wanted to talk, and—let me help you with those.” with a curt, unceremonious bow he moved forward, offered his hand, and looked as innocent as his childish features can manage.

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His brows furrowed to the center of his nose's bridge as he had seen the look on the other's face. He loathed the fact that one of his friends, one whom he almost considered as a sibling, to be at this state yet again. Despite not knowing his reasons, he could only have himself cater to his needs. He had himself frozen for a second, just watching the tears fall from his eyes. Had something happen in school? Would he need to go outright and speak to a few people to resolve such a thing that was troubling the young boy?

Drawing in a sharp breath of air, he had watched the other offer his hand out to him, shaking his head at it. He couldn't exactly let him do something of the like now. Not when he was practically unstable. Moving his free hand to where his lock was, he had tapped in a few numbers before a noise signalled that the door had been opened. Pulling it for the two of them to get into his home, he gestured for the younger to go ahead.

"Go in. I think you and I need a talk."

With that, he had waited for him to slip in before he did so, letting the door close behind him. Doojoon merely found himself wondering just what had happened to him, his chest tightening at the thought of just what was it that was bothering him. It grew constant that the other ran to him when he needed something, advice or just simply someone he could talk to about his problems. Yes, there had been other times that he was able to see the other in this state and never did he ever get used to it. He always ended up being so caught up and worried about him.

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⩥d r e s s / o f f ⩤ || Kahi and Doojoon

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Kahi looked at the male who would at least for some hours be her eye candy and conversation partner - the place was packed with male models, but the most of them couldn’t keep her interested even throughout a shoot, nonetheless a whole party. The stylist chuckled for a bi, tucking away some of her loose hair before speaking, simply since she should be mingling and chooses to sit. “I am a guest of the editor in chief,” she spoke as an explanation, smiling as someone finally brought a drink to be sat in her hand. Getting up a bit she leaned over the table to get whatever was sent her way, being seated once more and a sip of alcohol pushing itself down her throat - it was horrible, but would do the job. Right now anything would as long as it meant that she had a good reason to not be a social butterfly and see if new jobs were coming in - this party had a promise of her past waving at her, thus this place was safe.

"Thus I am here to celebrate her and nothing else really. I was given a reason to wear a gorgeous gown and to look good - what else do you need on a Friday night out on the town?" Mina smiled, one of amusement, since surely the other wanted some deep reason for her staying put, but honestly it was her enjoying what she had along with the night being young. "Plus there is no music to dance to and I have met everyone here - besides you and some new models on the scene. The night is young and I am testing the water to see how entertaining it might turn out for me here…or later." The stylist looked at the male while she spoke, confidence surely another accessory she wore proudly and by the end of the sentence gave the other a wink.

Surely she would also test how much fun the man next to her would be since it did not seem the one he arrived with was stuck to him - yet nowadays it was confusing to even know is someone was dating someone else. The idea and concept of a open relationship seemed to be the trend which never died, leaving Kahi to wonder what could possible be the benefit of it all - no committing and yet being committed in a way? It sounded absurd and thus for now she was careful since maybe the man before her was in one as well and now needed to know how far she could go - if there was a scent of relationship in the air she would pick someone new.

[hdxdoojoon]

Honestly speaking, he found the female rather attractive herself which he found rather intimidating for some strange reason. Doojoon wasn't someone who easily got nervous around females, but maybe it was just that aura that she had around him or the fact that she seemed to be someone of higher power over him in the fashion industry. Either way, if he were to spend some time with the woman tonight, he couldn't handle being someone who grew scared of speaking to her. Adjusting himself on the seat, he found himself getting on his feet, only to have his chair turned slightly towards the woman, wanting to show that he was interested in speaking to her. If he had kept the chair as it was, he would probably grow tired of how he was positioned which would cause a lack in proper conversation. "Oh. Well, I'm partly..a plus one, I suppose." He told her, nodding his head once as he had cleared his throat and leaned back slightly against his seat. He wasn't even sure if there was a reason for him to feel a bit embarrassed over such a thing, but he wasn't technically invited around as compared to her.

As she continued to speak, he male could only listen to her words as she had explained her reasonings of being in the party. She was right after all and it seemed to him that she had made sure that she took advantage of the night. She was stunning in her outfit. Doojoon, on the other hand, wasn't exactly sure if the clothes that were picked for him looked good or not. There was that compliment that people would say that models looked good in anything, however, he liked to think otherwise which was why here he was overthinking on his outfit for the night. "Ah, I see. Well, unlike you, I'm not exactly so acquainted with these people. Only a couple models, who might have left earlier." He said quietly, nodding his head slowly before a soft chuckle slipped out of his lips.

"I actually just came here because, my 'date' just needed someone to accompany her, worried that she wouldn't find someone to enjoy herself with." He spoke, the story of just why he was around coming to play as he had added quotations to the word 'date. It wasn't exactly a date, considering where he was now. She had suddenly wandered off with a few people she knew, flirting with a couple other men, probably. Shrugging his shoulders slightly, he had tilted his head to the side, "Suppose, she just wanted to have me exposed to new people as compared to those I know now. Which is probably why I should introduce myself, seeing that I haven't done such yet." Slowly, he had extended his hand out to her, a smile curving up his lips as he had kept his gaze on her, "Yoon Doojoon."

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Purple: 10 facts about my muse’s room. Blue: 9 facts about my muse’s family. Green: 8 facts about my muse’s body Yellow: 7 facts about my muse’s childhood Orange: 6 facts about my muse’s home town. Red: 5 facts about my muse’s bestfriend(s). Pink: 4 facts about my muse’s parents. White: 3 facts about my muse’s personality. Grey: 2 facts about my muse’s favourite things Black: 1 fact about the person my muse likes.

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for those interest, here's a link to my plots ~.

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⩥d r e s s / o f f ⩤ || Kahi and Doojoon

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The female was invited to sit next to one of the stylist of the magazine, having to shuffle towards here seat where already drinks were presented and to her great luck a male sat. Having gotten used to that if a male was at the table he would serve the drinks, Kahi did hope to see such a gesture and yet was sure in the end she would need to make sure to get drunk enough for this event to be fun. Tucking her dress against her well trained thighs, the female pushed herself between the editor, who had picked a simple black outfit which was made better with accessories, and the well dressed male - the latter got a small smile from her as she out of habit wanted to tuck hair away, forgetting her hair style.

Hoping the focus would soon enough fall away from her as the dress questions were quickly answered and a small glance down made sure her bra was doing all the work as she flaunted around. As the conversation was moving forward, boring small talk of the latest trends and shows which had passed by all of the fashionistas hungry eyes, Mina once and a while did steal glances at other around the table. The majority of the people she knew, besides the male and the one who had brought him along - in silence she hoped they weren’t a couple and if time was presented she could pick up a conversation.

To her luck it came that the editor needed to leave in order to greet some idol, leaving the stylist to finally get her drink - a Bloody Mary to start off the night as champagne was never to her taste. “So,” the words seemed awkward as the female didn’t know how to address the one beside her without seeming either rude or too curious, leaving her stuck for words as a small yet awkward smile came to her red painted lips. “I think we haven’t met yet - Kahi.” Raising a hand the stylists smile grew into a much more relaxed one, ready to shake hands as equals since for her right now there was no need for formalities. 

[hdxdoojoon]

With his companion suddenly being whisked away, Doojoon found himself lost at where he was now as he sat within the table with a sole woman who sat just beside him. Throughout the duration of his stay in that area, he wasn't exactly sure how to put himself into the conversation. For a male who was known to be a social type of person, this surprised him as he had felt rather intimidated by the fact that all of these people would create opportunities for him to be known, to branch out of the usual things that he shot for and become even more famous--a model who could be of muse of different designers and not just one.

Once he was sitting rather uncomfortably by himself, the had reached out for the flask of champagne that rested on the table before bringing it up to his lips. Tilting it slightly for the contents to pour in between his lips, he smiled to himself as he had felt that certain heat of the liquor rushing down the inside of his torso. As he drank, he considered the idea of striking up a conversation with the woman who sat beside him who seemed to be lacking of a companion herself. With his own date wandering off to meet more people, he believed that maybe he could find some enjoyment with speak with her and even find interest with what conversations that they might come up together. That is, if their wavelengths would match and great a good flow of a conversation.

As he had leaned forward to put his glass back down, he had turned slightly towards the other's direction and just before he was about to speak--she had made her way and started it up for them. So, he wasn't the only one who thought of such. Listening to her words, a smile came curling up the model's lips, a thought inside of him hoping that he looked decent enough for the female who sat before him. "It's Doojoon." He told her, taking hold of the female's rather petite hand as compared to his, shaking it lightly. "It's a pleasure to meet you. Though, I might have to ask..how come you're not mingling around the area, unlike the rest of the table has done?"

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sweet disposition ; sy / dj

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when the pressure build in her head, it takes sooyeon several moments of breathing techniques she’s picked up to push it aside. inhale, a solid fourty-two seconds of holding it in, before it’s released and repeated. as she slips out of her vehicle, she indulges in that trick as her finger taps at her temple.

she sighs into the receiver, lips twitching at the sound of his voice. in sooyeon’s mind, doojoon has always been equivalent to a saint — able to put up with her at the most ungodly or times, hours, or situations. she’s thankful for it ( will she ever say it in those words? most likely not; that isn’t jung sooyeon ). she stares down at her feet as she moves, adjusting her grip on the phone, nodding her head absentmindedly. “okay. i’m almost there. thanks, doojon-ah.”

she ends it promptly, tossing the device back in her purse as she continues the last few paces of her trek. when she reaches the familiar door, she doesn’t wait long — the face greeting her causing her smile to twitch once more. she flicks at a piece of hair in her face, sighing once.

"always one for flattery, aren’t you." she murmurs, clicking her tongue with a shake of her head. shifting in her spot, hands adjusting her purse strap in habit, she averts her gaze momentarily — lips pursed. "…is it fine if i come in? my feet hurt."

though sooyeon has enough courtesy to ask, she’s always been aggressive — so after her words slip out of her mouth, her hand is gently pressing on doojoon’s arm, her form sliding past his as she begins to slip off her shoes. “i was bored. you don’t mind, do you?” her head tilts, eyebrow raising in question. 

she moves inside the room as if it were her home, tossing her purse on the floor as she ruffles up her hair. another exhausted breath leaves her, twisting on her feet as she makes her way through.

[hdxdoojoon]

Signs that the woman wasn't exactly so far away had drawn him to the door, making his way to it to be able to open the door for her when she had found herself in the premises of his home in Pureuda. Once he had done so, he found himself gazing down at the beauty who had always been so comfortably putting herself into his home, which in turn had him dropping what he had to do to be able to cater to the woman's needs. It wasn't too much for him though. He always seemed to enjoy the company that the woman had, plus she had always been so kind to him in different forms of it. He just wanted to be able to give back to her in such a way, besides--it wasn't like she wasn't any fun either.

"Is that even a question?" He asked her, raising an eyebrow as his lips had formed into a small smirk. She didn't really need to ask him that, nor wait for any signs of him to let her in. She already knew that she was welcome in his home, seeing the countless times that they had been together in solitude of his home. Whether it be during the day, simply engaging themselves in different conversations, eating together or at night when ecstasy came and they wind up under his sheets. Guiding her slightly as she took he shoes off, he had leaned forward by just a bit, only to be able to push his door to a close.

Shaking his head at her question, he had simply stood by the door as he watched the woman move into the house. A soft laugh came out of his lips, expressing his amusement of her actions. He made his way back to her afterwards, watching the woman before jogging over to his couch, taking a seat there before looking over at the other.

"Should I be write to assume that you had a rough day today, hm?"

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Invaded | Doojoon & Selene

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♛ His touch wasn’t tentative despite the months spent apart, his fingertips traced over the piercings along the shell of her ear. These two were not lovers, simply separate souls that were broken and attempted fixing themselves with each other. Selene was enthralled by his existence in her life again, he was much like her with a lion’s pride. His wit was another thing she savored, yet it was a contradiction because Selene swore she would never spend her time with another that was as scheming as herself. She flitted her long lashes to him and a short laugh fell from her lips. Selene swatted at his hand lightly, the smirk still sprawled on her face as she shifted her stance to one side, her hip jutting out. “Don’t play pretend with me Doojoon, I know you far too well,” she responded and raised a hand to pat his cheek, then pinched it before dropping her hand, “Still cheeky and assuming things. Unfortunately, I’m not head over heels for you anymore.” She snickered, such a lame thing for her to say. Fragments of their past flashed with insistence and were not forgotten by her. She did not despise the recollection, rather relished it for what it was. There were nights where she invited him and erotica ensued. Too much touching and paint streaks that stained skin and furniture. Whispers of sweet nothings that were worthless, but at the time intensified the intimacy. Cigarette smoke spiraled afterwards and she’d spend her evening with him sore. She had played the game well, but not enough for him to be trapped by the scorpio girl. “I’ve been waiting for the train, but with you here now I might miss it,” she spoke, popping a cherry into her mouth and chewing it as umber orbs examined him thoroughly, like reading ink on frayed paper. “You’ve been doing well I presume. I’ll admit things have been hard without you—I have no one else to torture.” She feigned a dramatic sigh and shook her head, her crimson lips pursed to a taut line. She threw the container into the trash beside them, her attention aimed toward him and not on the bustling passerby.

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It felt as if time had no factor in holding back that same notion that they had for each other the last time that they had met. It was still Selene and Doojoon, two people of the same wavelengths. At least, to him it was that. He wasn't exactly sure if the female had thought of them as that before. Long before they had met, he had no idea how many people could be as similar to him as he thought of it. He never really had any intention of actually befriending anyone like him, knowing it would not be of any benefit to him. As surprising as it seemed, he had been drawn to her partly because of how attractive she was and that alluring aura that she had which eventually led to where they were in now. He practically grew accustomed to her flirtatious manner which matched his, however he had preferred to hid bits of it before her as his own way of trying to tease the woman of such. "Well, you should practice acting better then, because I'm definitely not convinced." He said, with a smirk curling up his lips. "I mean, the last time I saw you..you were practically screaming for me. Weren't you?"

Honestly, he wasn't sure if that was their last meeting, considering the number of things that went on through the months which caused memories to fade or be locked on a small box in his mind. However, he could not exactly forget the small things that they did together as a few of the many ways that they got by with entertaining each other. Most of them, he had been trying himself to find his ways against her words to resist from what she wants. However, most of the time, he eventually failed which led to nights in each other's arms and giving into what they want.

"Might, huh? I suppose that makes us two, seeing how you might end up making me late for work." He shook his head, watching the other carefully as his eyebrow rose up. A hum slowly came afterwards, amused by the way that she spoke. It was almost rare to find someone who could talk to him like this, which was why he found her so refreshing. She was a challenge. His challenge. "See, I told you. You've missed me. No one's been around to battle you out with those pretty little words of yours." His arms cross over his chest, his head tilted to the side. "You can just admit it though, baby doll. I won't judge you."

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《 like a pro ft. angela & doojoon

          ▌ ( * A small whirring noise from the camera, a flash from its bulb, Angela entered the skating rink in which the models were to be shot, the staff bowing down the instant they seek sight. She wouldn’t have bothered coming to be honest had it not been for the fact that a close dongseng would be modeling. Doojoon had always been a favorite amongst the fans of the online shop, even more so when he became one of the faces for the flagship at Hongdae. Retail prices shot up for the male department, with Angela secretly owing it all to the male’s good looks. Watching from not far from behind, she waited until the photographer called in for a break before she quickly prodded towards where he stood with the make up artist ) I hope you’re not having too much trouble with those ice skates, Doojoon ( She laughed a little bit at the sight of the footwear, before giving him a small pat on the back ) How’s the shoot so far?

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( * // posing for one shot after the other, he had positioned himself in such a way that he found himself being praised at by the director as well as the photographer and gaining a smile of approval from the person who was the reason why he was here--angela noona. she was the one who owned the store that he modelled for, regularly. he wasn't exactly sure what it was about him modelling her, considering that most stores enjoyed rotating models to keep a fresh face in their roster, but for most of the collections, he continued to be part of it. once the break was called, he eventually made his way towards the make up artists, having him retouched with make up whilst keeping himself hydrated with the water bottle handed to him ) Hello noona. ( * // he chuckles softly as he looked over at her, a small grin forming on his lips as he had turned himself to face her now ) It's going smoothly as usual, I don't think I have nothing to complain about it. You've always seem to organize the whole thing perfectly each time. How do you do it, hm?

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▩ :// Princess Package ◂ sj&dj

[ … May 21st, 2012 … ]

          { ∞ — In 2012, the day that finally marked Sojin’s special 21st birthday; where her friends celebrated more than the birthday girl, herself. After being dragged from club to club, on anything but a special day, she snuck away after the third location. She seeked comfort with movies and ice cream on her hotel bed, alone. Similar to the circle of life, her birthday ‘celebration’ started and ended the same way every year. Ever since losing her highschool sweet-heart Sojin stayed inside and studied from dusk to dawn as her friends attempted to bring her to socialize with other males in the hemisphere; }

          { ∞ — Escaping from their grasp, for the third year in a row, Sojin thought she was slowly becoming a professional at the game. With the chime of the hotel door, it opened to the card, awaiting a surprise within. The female dragged her barefeet into the suite, throwing her stilettos to the side as she flicked on the light. There stood the man surrounded by a few candles, as if he expected her to come through the door. Her eyes glanced around the room, confirming it was her’s but the male was an unexpected feature of the hotel; }

I— I’m sorry, I must be in the wrong suite.

          { ∞ —she muttered as she tossed and turned after breaking away from a staring trace with him. Her eyes flickered from place to place, trying to locate her most important belongings, probably for request a new room; }

                 { ∞ — A Welcome Home Male—                             did not know that was in the princess package; }

[hdxdoojoon]

( * // the escort found himself situated inside of the room, awaiting for the woman who would be his client for the night. he honestly had been feeling a tiny bit nervous about it, hearing a small background of the woman from his boss, of how her friends had set him up as a way for her to find some fun seeing how she had always been busy with herself. it was those types of clients that had him worrying over such. they were never really so open to such a thing easily, wanting to build that trust between them before any of his services would even be able to be given to her. if not, she could be the exact opposite of what he had expected and would not only surprise him, but as the friends who had him be brought up to the suite that was now decorated in such a way that one would for a honeymoon, which this was far from such a fact )

( * // hearing the door open, he slowly got on his feet, rising from the chair that wasn't so far away before walking towards the entrance of it all, having his eyes lock on the woman who stood by the doorway, looking over at her expression, the words that came out of her lips, the words making it easier for him to know that she was in complete shock at his appearance before her now )

N..No! You're Sojin, aren't you? ( * // his eyebrow raises up as he had stared at her, eyes wandering down at her, getting a good glimpse of her as her eyes were turned from him. eventually, he had cleared his throat and took a step towards her cautiously, not wanting to make her feel even more uncomfortable as how she was now ) I was asked to stay here..with you. For the night.