the man walks up to the other and manages to smile. it’d been a rough night of thinking about … a lot but still, he tries to stay positive : tries to not make it obvious that his heart is sunken into his chest during the interaction. “ hey. i , uh … just wanted to check up on you. ” - something he often did ; made sure everyone was okay. “ is everything good .. with you? ”
woojin glances up to nico, slowing dropping his hand away from his neck before nodding his head. “everything is fine,” he says with a smile grin. “i had a close call earlier with almost stepping on a snail, but i caught myself in time...” probably not the most pertinent information to tell -- he was rather thirsty, missed his mom, etc -- but he prefers not to burden others with his problems. or rather, he tries not to dwell on them. “what about you? everythin’ all good?”
it helped to be out of the clinic . being outside –– - - a reminder that the sun still shines . she’s sat in the small plot of land cordoned off for gardening , tending to her recently planted cucumbers . they weren’t looking too hot . she’s thumbing along the leaves of the plant as a shadow casts over the vegetables before her . sun hat tilts upwards . ❛ the last frost was too harsh for these little guys . whaddya need ? ? everyone still alive ? ? ❜
woojin smiles faintly to the woman, his gaze more so fixed on her sunhat than to her face. “everyone’s still alive, at least ‘round here. i just wanted to say hi,” he replies, fiddling with a strap of his overalls. the young man pauses for a moment before leaning down -- perhaps a bit into the good doctor’s personal bubble -- and inspecting the cucumbers. “they might be salvageable,” he comments, ever the optimist, fingers touching the soil beneath them. “you could try adding a touch more water, if you want.”
howdy y’all i’m erin and this is my Son, local farm boy and overall weirdo woojin yi. i’m a mess and don’t have his whole about and bio written out, but !!!! like this message if y’all want me to slide into those dms and send you a sweet message about plottin’! anyways, imma write a couple of headcanons under the cut if you’re interested in knowing a little about my Boy. hope to hear from y’all!
( nam joo hyuk / cis male / he or him ) . introducing woojin yi, the host for the eccentric . they’ll be twenty-five years old , and arrived at hartly six weeks ago . you’ll always see a boline knife around wherever he is . - erin , 24 , she/her , pst
a tiger’s eye on a leather cord hangs around woojin’s neck -- it was given to him by his mother, who received it from her mother. both women were practitioners of “the craft”, making a living by giving tarot card readings and herbal remedies from the comfort of their farmhouse.
woojin does not possess the same “gift” as his mother and grandmother, but he does have a knack for tarot readings and practiced paganism before the incident.
he moved away from his family when he turned twenty-two, leaving the rich farmland of iowa to reside in salem, massachusetts. he lived in his car and worked a few odd jobs -- namely, a tour guide, a zombie in haunted houses, and a tarot reader at a ‘new age’ store -- until he scrounged around enough money to rent an apartment.
he was running errands with his elderly neighbor when news of the outbreak came out -- he rushed the pair to his apartment where the two holed themselves up for about a month until his neighbor passed away from natural causes.
he traveled around by himself for a while until he met a small handful of survivors who had heard of hartley. he joined the group, but only a couple survived long enough to see the town.
a people person, woojin can and will talk off anyone’s ear who lets him. he likes being around people, and tends to be a bit more trusting than he should be. he simply believes in the best of people.
this man is always in overalls. even if you don’t think he is, trust he is still wearing them.
he has a lot of unconventional skills, due to living in the country -- to name a few, he can farm, knit, sew, whittle, and fish.
ask him about conspiracy theories!! actually DON’T, he will talk your ear off about them.
every plant and bug is his new friend and is given a name.
catch this bozo humming fleetwood mac songs under his breath at any given moment.
he’s been secretly, not so secretly, trying to grow tomatoes and corn in a “hidden” spot in hartley. askhim nicely and he’ll happily show you his small patch of crops.
