in true me fashion, i had too much going on to make it to opening but âsup party animals, itâs ya girl moon! ( s / h, 21+ )!! iâm here to bring yâall shin byeol, a lost bean whoâs just trying to make it through without throwing up on this roller coaster called life 𤎠sheâs generally very nice but yâknow, fuckery in life shapes you as a person so sheâs a bit jaded but like, who isnât!! catch her on a monday morning and sheâll probably murder you but run into her as she pollutes the world with her Nth cigarette of the night and sheâs more mellow 𼰠now to get the show on the road, drumroll pls for shenanigans under the cut........
shin byeol, 24, seoul resident but recently moved into maehwa (think....a month ish????) and just isa-ri in general
now you may be wondering why sheâs there 𼴠same here buddy
tl;dr is that she used to be an idol trainee, jumped around many companies since she was 15 and was on a promising road to debut at her last company but she fucked around (literally) (iâm jk about that last part) and screwed up her achilles tendon
she got surgery and all should have been well but i mean, she injured herself when she was 20 and by the time she recovered 90% she was no longer at a good enough age to debut according to the company :////
ended up going to school instead and graduated from ehwa with a degree in communications and media studies (donât ask me what this means)
should have been happy and moving on with her life but she still had a lot of trainee contacts or people who had already debuted in her circle which only seemed to cause her pain and made her feel like she failed at lifeÂ
heard about this quaint little countryside with a spacious sharehouse with cheap rent so she said fuck it, imma pack my shit up and go
didnât really think this plan out, if you ask me, but sheâs just vibing and trying to figure out whatâs next
catch her making your coffee (possibly incorrectly but give her a break, itâs her second week đ) at dalkom cafĂŠ or if you happen to be wandering the premises, itâs likely sheâll be around with a camera in hand tooÂ
personality-wise, sheâs very straightforward and wonât do any of that sugar-coating business, itâs no nonsense with her and sheâll expect the same. snarky when she needs to be, bitchy because she can be, but if you have her on your side, sheâs there for lifeÂ
currently occupying room 029, come bother her đ
idk what else to put, itâs been a long day iâm đ´
plot ideas maybe????
youâre either on her floor, or above/below her and since you like sleeping with your window open, her disgusting cigarette smoke blows into your room and youâve had enough
sheâs out taking pictures and you happen to get in her frame - you want the photo, sheâs not willing đ¤
someone from seoul that knew her back in her prime trainee days before she dropped off the face of the planet but o??? look whoâs also here?????
her instagram is really just her lifeâs diary but somehow that intrigued you and suddenly you start seeing that sheâs posting snapshots of very familiar areas.....wait, youâre both in isa-ri???
sheâs allergic to pets (rip) and itâs her mission to find who in the sharehouse is out to get her by letting their pet roam free
gimme somebody she can have dumb 3am conversations with, like do aliens exist or why does elon musk want his child to be bullied in school
insert something about a relationship plot here blah blah blah we all know how this goes, but she isnât in it for anything serious (or is she?????)
pls someone give her a coworker at the cafĂŠ đ #teamcantdoshit or #teamlifeoftheparty
she doesnât have a car but some nice townspeople decided to lend her one for an adventure so now sheâs strapping you in for a lil joy ride that has no real destination but thatâs the point!!
ok idk man iâm supposed to be awake in 4 hours as i write this more like i slept for 3, so who knows what kind of garbage the above really is đł hmu either in the ims (pls pls donât make this our main form of communication i beg you) for my discord or just drop a â¤ď¸ and iâll come to you so we can plot and get this party started đ¤Ş
there isnât much to be said about living in a small town, and even less to be said for living in a sharehouse within a small town. despite only being there for roughly two months (61 days if anyone is counting), byeol has developed relationships with most of her neighbours and fellow housemates, some old and some new. she wonât spare any details on the good or the bad but at least they recognize her and she recognizes them; greetings exchanged when applicable.Â
itâs a little humorous that she has even managed to create any sort of relationship when the full reason she decided to leave seoul was that the people felt as if they were suffocating her, the bad memories and bad situations never allowing her a moment of peace. but itâs different here, she thinks, a sliver of tranquility she has not had a chance to taste in the recent years. although there does seem to be one thing she can never truly escape: her cat allergy.Â
she should have known the possibility of one of her housemates having a feline for a pet wouldnât be entirely impossible, but it seems she has struck her streak of bad luck as she finds herself constantly needing to take her allergy pills before she starts her day. cats seem to be found left and right and she doesnât understand but thatâs the reality of housemates, she supposes.Â
what she truly hadnât expected was for one to wander directly to her room, claws scratching against the wooden door as she rolls out of bed. she rubs the sleep from her eyes, a yawn stretching past her lips as she blindly makes her way across her room, bare feet stepping against the cold wooden floor. with the door now slightly ajar, she stares out into the empty hallway before she looks down, an eyebrow quirked as she spots the feline. she can already feel her skin beginning to itch but before she can close the door, she hears a voice and she perks up, eyes meeting a non-familiar face.Â
curiosity killed the cat is probably a saying byeol has heard far too many times in her twenty-four years of living, yet if anyone asked around, the consensus would be that she never follows or listens. cue the incoming exhibit where sheâs supposed to be utilizing her time to clean the bar area of the coffee shop yet she finds herself entranced with the artwork of a patron seated not far from where she stands behind the counter. her vision is clouded by the distance, a moment where she curses herself for not having 20-20 vision. sheâll blame all the old practice videos she had to watch when she was younger-- yeah, thatâs it.Â
sheâs at a fork-road of options where she can either continue staring and forgo scratching the itch of curiosity, or she can muster up the courage to ask the male about his piece.Â
her mind flip flops between the two options, weighing the ridiculously short list of pros and cons as she mindlessly wipes the counter with a barely damp rag (like that would clean any of the mess she has made while brewing one singular cup of coffee). itâs really only herself and the male in the cafe, the perfect setup scene for the awkward air to settle if heâs the type to dislike sharing exchanges with strangers. not to mention how small of a town isa-ri is, and sheâs bound to cross paths with him again if things go downhill. though on the other hand, sheâs bound to cross paths with him again if things go well.Â
byeol doesnât have many friends in the quaint town and sheâll blame it on the fact that she has only been around for a little over a month, but in truth itâs more likely that she simply doesnât approach anyone; she sticks to her little bubble of just herself. if thereâs ever a time to break out of said circle, she supposes now would work immensely well. screw it. she thinks, as she clears her throat a little louder than necessary so it can be heard over the gentle jazz music playing throughout the cafĂŠ. the ownerâs choice, not hers, but itâs growing on her these days.
âexcuse me...â she starts, waiting for him to acknowledge her before proceeding. ânot to be that person and intrude, i just canât help but notice youâre drawing something. care to share?â
it all started with a photograph, a still image that holds but a thousand words of a story left untold. one that would have have made it to her instagram feed after being fully developed in the little camera store in town, yet it didnâtâ or rather, it couldnât. not when, with each frame, a dainty hand found itâs way closer and closer to being the photographâs centre piece. byeol hadnât noticed it in the first few frames, more focused on the (literal) bigger picture at hand as she compared which still shot of nature she likes best. but once she saw it, she couldnât unsee it. and that was what kickstarted her search around the mansion for the intruder, though her initial not so subtle attempts at studying the hands of her fellow sharehouse neighbours earned her quite a few odd stares.Â
she wouldnât be surprised if her reputation soon became that one girl from room 029 that has a hand fetish.Â
while her search has proven to be tougher than she expected, it hasnât been entirely unfruitful up until this point. sheâs begun to notice a small pattern of sorts when sheâs making her way around the grounds, a photograph in hand where the intruderâs hand could be seen the clearest (slender fingers, fair skin, a lack of noticeable jewelry, and a clean-kept nail bed). it would appear that every time she steps into a room or she walks through a hallway, one girl would turn the other way in haste. how odd, she had thought the first couple times it happened, brushing it off as bad timing on her part. but then it continued happening, even once in the garden when no one was around and byeol had simply wanted to take a walk for some air.  having asked around and after describing said girls appearance to a few others, she lands on her identity: eden of room 016.
so byeol takes the initiative to find out the story that is clearly unfolding between the lines. she takes quick steps from the second floor down to the first, floors creaking beneath the soles of her shoes and eyes locked on the numbered doors before she lands on her target. one light knock followed by one slightly heavier, she isnât even sure if eden is home but this would be the only way to find out. and sheâs fully aware of how ridiculous her situation sounds but thatâs shin byeol for youâ once fixated on something, she wonât let go. âeden ~â she coos through the door, her voice an octave higher than normal to sound her utmost friendliest. âopen up if youâre home ~âÂ
