sociopath.101 and nyah,

[borahae.]

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one x one between sociopath.101 and nyah,

muse a works as music producer, creating lyrics and tracks for aspiring artists. they a
re particularly well known in the industry, and have quite a few awards. despite being
rich by all standards, they live in an average (if not dumpy) apartment complex. muse
b is an aspiring singer/music artist of some kind, as young and enthusiastic as ever.
unknown to them, they happen to move into an apartment next door to one of the mo
st famous music producers of the decade. also unknown to them, the walls are paper
thin, so muse a can hear their singing/playing almost everyday, especially the improm
ptu shower concerts; to say the least, muse a is impressed. Impressed, and a tad bit
ticked... I mean, who goes around singing/playing x instrument at three in the
morning? have you no respect for your neighbors?

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[borahae.]

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born kim daewon, his last name first as it is in south korean
culture • goes by either daewon or dae [day] • twenty-seven
cismale • pansexual • 5 foot 6 inches • small, slim physique
dark brown-black eyes • dyed blonde/platinum hair, slightly
curled at the ends • pierced ears, twice in the ear lobe • we
ars two silver hoops in each ear • face and voice: min yoongi

STRENGTHS: hardworking, loyal, passionate, independent, honest, dev
oted, caring, reliable, generous, selfless, loving, affectionate, clever
WEAKNESSES: reserved, blunt, defensive, aloof, picky, messy, lazy
LIKES: sweets, coffee, taking naps, chocolate, baths, music (plays pi
ano), autumn, warm clothing, food, night time, lazing about, flowers
DISLIKES: strenuous activities, rain, dogs, conflict/arguments, being
forced into social situations, summer/winter, liars, his insomnia, bugs
STYLE: comfortable yet fashionable, skinny jeans, dark colors, layers,
hoodies, bandanas (as sweatbands), oversized tops, misc. jewelry
SCENT: coconut, fresh air, honey, vanilla, varying flowers
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✿ born and raised in the states; his family is originally from south korea,
moving to the states just after having daewon. hence his name, last first.
✿ despite being raised in a household that followed the korean lifesty
le/culture/standards, dae knows very little korean, his parents speak
ing mostly english growing up (learning the language). uses chopsticks.
✿ dae is a quiet person by nature, and prefers to be alone rather than
among others. he isn't one to have a large group of friends, and isn't
very talkative. often misunderstood as rude or stuck up for not contrib
uting to conversations, and/or turning down invitations immediately.
✿ it takes a lot to break him out of his shell/comfort zone.
✿ isn't close with his family, always fighting with his parents over some
thing or another; his parents don't agree with his career choices, his
'rebellious' appearance, and definitely not his sexuality. daewon moved
out as soon as he turned 18, and hasn't seen them/looked back since.
✿ lacks confidence in just about everything he does, and works restles
sly on projects until he deems them worthy. this is probably the leadin
g cause of his insomnia, staying up all night trying to perfect things.
✿ works as a music producer, creating lyrics and tracks for singers
✿ is the biggest homebody known to human kind; doesn't leave the ho
use unless absolutely necessary, going grocery shopping every 2 weeks
✿ is always very blunt when he speaks, not filtering his thoughts.
✿ usually sports a very stoic, dry expression; smiling is rare, if not com
pletely foreign. can be pretty grumpy when things inconvenience him,
so the next most common expression would be a pout or a frown.
✿ is emotionally constipated, but always means well; relies on his act
ions rather than his words to show his affection, always doing sweet-li
ttle nothings for those he cares about. can be surprisingly cuddly.
✿ the only time he really shows emotion is when someone pushes him
too far; dae can be quite the defensive person, quick to spew out insu
lts and/or spiteful words when tested. has no tolerance for judgement.
✿ is extremely passionate about his work; earned everything he has
✿ is quite short, standing at only 5'6", and can be quite sensitive about
it; doesn't usually care, but when people make a point of bringing it up,
he is quick to bite back. daewon has a very dominating aura despite his
generally soft appearance, though, so others rarely bother him about it.

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[nyah,]

i. arlo mack, goes by arlo. ii. twenty five years old. iii. cismale, he/him. iv.
bisexual with no lean. v. born on january 28th, aquarius sun. vi. average
build, thin. vii. black hair, brown eyes. viii. wears a chain necklace with ev
erything. ix. prized procession is his orange jaguar fender and enjoys writ
ing lyrics. x. selfless, hardworking. xi. blunt, defensive. xii. fc; avan jogia
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➧ born as an only son to his single dad, was raised in pasadina, california.
➧ his father worked third shift as a mechanic to the united postal service,
so he isn't able to see or talk to his father as much as he'd liked to.
➧ kicked out of his dad's house at the age of eighteen after dropping out
of high school to pursue music. his father sees it as a waste of time and is
unsupportive. it caused a big tear in their relationship.
➧ known to be reckless and outgoing. he wants to live life and not have any
regrets in the end. very talkative and explosive personality.
➧ would rather spend the night out exploring and getting into trouble than
to stay indoors. he enjoys adventures and taking risks.
➧ his neighbors hate him since he stays playing his guitar and writing lyrics
in the early hours every morning. the most he's ever written in one night w
as a total of five songs. he know he's an ass about it, but doesn't care enou
gh to stop. gets frustrated when he isn't able to rehearse as much as he wa
nts. idolizes a music producer named daewon who began his love for music
and songwriting.
➧ nicotine and coffee addict. lives off of fast food and drinks at least two dr
peppers a day. gets aggravated if he isn't able to smoke.
➧ isn't afraid to defend himself against bullies. wants to be taken seriously as
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxwell as respected by people he interacts with.

[borahae.]

xxxx▬▬▬𝐊𝐈𝐌 "𝐃𝐀𝐄" 𝐃𝐀𝐄𝐖𝐎𝐍

xxxThere was a certain charm to waking up early, the male had to admit, sitting stiffly at his desk with his cheek resting on his palm as he turned away from his open laptop and over his shoulder to watch the sun reach up towards the heavens and the sky bloom in a mix of peachy reds and dandelion yellows; for someone who'd suffered with insomnia for the entirety of his life, and had seen 27 years worth of sunrises and sunsets without fail, Daewon had to admit that there was a small (note, very small) frame of time in which even the most miserable of days could be wiped away by the beauty of nature. Today was not one of those days, the male very quickly realized. Watching the sun stretch across the sky and feeling the warmth strike the side of his face, causing his right eye to shut close against the glaring light, all Daewon could do was sigh. What a bother.

Turning back to his computer screen with little interest, the male let himself return to the task at hand, finishing up what he was working on before getting showered and ready for the day. Daewon had been working away at an idea that had been eating it's way through his brain throughout the night; this was how it often was for the male, who's success in the music industry was largely thanks to his random spurs of inspiration where he could go out and produce a trail of songs all at once. The downfall to this was the lasting effect it had on his already damned sleeping schedule, Daewon feeling unable to rest until a project was done or until he could deem it worthy enough, which (thanks to his unreasonably high expectations) was the leading cause of his insomnia. But this was all something that was manageable for the song writer, and to some degree tolerable, as it was all (in some way or another) under his control. What wasn't tolerable was his loud, disrespectful neighbor, who had once again cursed his brief night of sleep with his singing.

The short male had managed to fall asleep around 1am, deciding that his last few edits could wait until morning, and was sleeping rather peacefully for a few hours until his damned neighbor decided to once again whip out his creaky sounding guitar and ignore all warning Daewon had sent next door over the past few months; the producer was sure that, ever since his neighbor had moved in about a month and a half back, he'd sent somewhere around 50 notes, all of which fell on deaf ears. If he was more socially inclined, the male probably would have made the trip over by now to berate the newbie, but luckily for whoever was next to him, he was far too lazy. Lazy, and disinterested in actual, proper interaction.

And so began another restless night of grumbling and groaning, feeling mildly impressed for the first few moments with the deep and rich tone of the stranger's voice before his lack of sleep finally caught up with him and he spent the rest of the night tossing a pillow over his ears every which way in hopes of catching at least 20 more minutes of sleep. Honestly, Daewon was beginning to wonder if his neighbor was even getting the notes anymore; the kid next door always sent a response, something equally as sarcastic as his own, but nothing ever changed.

It was about midday when the lack of sleep really hit him, especially today. He had sent a note earlier in the day, half asleep and fresh out of the shower, and was really hoping that (by some miracle) he'd managed to get through his neighbor's thick skull. He wasn't sure how much longer he could take it.
Of course, being half asleep, Daewon hadn't thought much about proofreading the piece of handwritten paper before sliding it under his neighbors door.


Listen,
I get that you think your some hot shot or something, and while you have a good voice, I think it would be even better if it was at a reasonable time of day, too. Preferably sometime after 4am, you brat.
I mean, am I just talking to myself these days? Or can you not read or something?

Let me know. I'll happily provide an audio clip. Whatever can get me a nights rest.

As always,
your extremely tired neighbor.

[nyah,]

── ❝ 𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐨 !
his mornings were always the same - waking up around noon and falling back asleep due to his window bl
inds' failure to keep out the sun. arlo's brown eyes would flicker open to discover it's the sun's fault for him
being awake. as always, his foot pushed the blinds closed and rolled back over and slept for another few m
inutes. unfortunately for arlo, he would always give up after awaking for the third time. a couple of dramati
c moans and groans later, the comforter was thrown off his body and folded on the left side of his twin bed.
the clock on his nightstand glowed red on the ceiling informing him of the current time: 2:01pm. it felt like
the right time to begin his day.

he started with throwing his legs to the side of the bed and standing up. it followed with a stretch and a ya
wn. luckily for him, he didn't have to work the next two nights which meant more idiotic adventures and m
ore songwriting - the only two things he truly enjoyed. another yawn followed his thoughts and he headed
to his bathroom for a shower. he turned on the hot water and walked his apartment a bit while he waited f
or the water to warm up. the apartment complex he moved into was another building that's on the cheaper
side, so his apartment wasn't top quality compared to his neighbors. he was on the bottom floor where oth
ers who were trying to get by, like himself, stayed.

arlo found himself at his front door with another note on the floor. at this point, it wasn't rare for him to re
ceive a letter a day - he sometimes got two. he came to the conclusion that his mysterious neighbor was a
complete ass. whatever would be written never really got to him neither, nor did he follow their instruction
s. whatever annoyed his neighbor the next morning would be something he'd do even worse the next night.
it had become a joke to him and there was nothing more he loved at the moment than to get on their nerve
s as much as humanly possible.

the boy began to make his way back to his bathroom as he read the letter twice: once to read it as his neig
hbor intended it to be written and another to laugh at their spelling errors. he thought for a moment about
which part to make fun of and decided to think while showering. if there was something about arlo, it was
that he always got his best ideas while in the shower. he got out a half hour later and changed into black ri
pped jeans and a plain white tee. it complimented nice with his golden chain. arlo made his way back into
his living room where he grabbed a pen and a piece of paper with a few lyrics he didn't decide to use. the l
ast things he grabbed were his wallet, keys, phone, and pack of newport cigarettes. it was a daily occurren
ce to write his letter to his neighbor on his neighbor's door. he refused to waste time on the joke or allow i
t to get in the way of his busy day. today, he decided to keep it short and sweet.

kiss me with your cigarette breath
and fill me with your sweet nectar

my dearest friend,
i'll take that compliment on my voice. it's nice to know you continue to listen to me after all this time.
it's almost like we're really best friends!

i am a little concerned though! your mispelling today doesn't seem like you.
try to get some sleep tonight, i'm sure that'll help.

from,
your brat ♡

the letter slid under his neighbor's door and arlo made his way to his car with a cigarette sitting between h
is lips.

[borahae.]

xxxx▬▬▬𝐊𝐈𝐌 "𝐃𝐀𝐄" 𝐃𝐀𝐄𝐖𝐎𝐍

xxxThanks to his career and largely to his status in said career, Daewon had the blessings of being able to work from home most days, relying only on the office building of his record label when he needed access to a proper studio. As a music producer, a career whose ladder he'd climbed all the way to the top in his past 5 years, Dae (with access to merely a keyboard and a functioning computer) was able to create tracks for artists and write lyrics to said tracks all from the comfort of his small, debatably comfortable apartment. However, just like the rest of the misfortunes of the day, it seemed that wasn't going to possible today.

After receiving an email from the company saying that one of the artists he was signed to was being finicky about one of his songs and was insisting on having a meeting, causing the short male to roll his eyes and curse under his breath, Daewon was forced to get himself dressed half way presentable and leave his apartment for the first time in a few days. Well, besides the occasional trip to the door beside his own, of course.
Dressing in a pair of faded, ripped skinny jeans and an oversized black hoodie which reached mid-thigh level, donning his trademark bandana across his forehead in a matching black and white pattern, Daewon began the 20 minute walk to his work place with a grumble and a stretching frown. I mean, it wasn't the first time he'd received complaints, but hardly ever was it due to his music; usually the complaints had to do with his attitude, which was usually quite peeved after dealing with a days worth of whinny know-it-all singers with no sense of taste.

After arriving, Daewon found that the artist in question had left on a lunch break of sorts, and left the blonde producer standing around waiting for him for a solid 30 minutes in where his mood only soured further. By the time the stuck up little wretch had come back with his Starbucks coffee, Dae was absolutely fuming, cursing the singer out for his punctuality and for his blatant lack of respect for genuine music. After a good 5 minutes of loosing his cool, Daewon ended his rant by taking the shell-shocked kid's iced macchiato and pouring it over top of his head, declaring that he wasn't going to produce music for a brat who wasted his time, regardless of what the parents paid him. Daewon didn't work for the money; he worked because music was his passion, and he couldn't stand it when others treated him like he could be bought.
It wasn't very professional of him, doing what he did, but he wasn't about to apologize. He'd let the company do that for him.

So, after an exhausting day spent working in the studio (Daewon deciding to use the fact that he was already there to inspire him to use the equipment there to work a bit more on the finishing touches to an album he had been working on with some female R and B singer), the producer let out a sigh at the familiar sight of his apartment door and was relieved to finally be home. Even if home meant nearly slipping on the piece of paper laying under his feet, knowing full well what it was without even having to read it.
Picking it up in a swift motion, the tired male wandered over to his couch and threw himself tiredly on the cushions, slouching into the fabric and lifting the paper to his face to finally give it a glance over. And then, a stunned look on his face, Daewon read it over again. Huh? Why, that little...

Just as passionate as ever, Daewon grabbed a piece of paper and a pen and went about writing a reply, knowing full well it wasn't the first time that he'd caved and written to the stranger twice in one day. So, after ending his note with a cheeky grin on his face (one which he swiftly replaced with his usual stoic expression), Daewon once again stood up and made his way over to his neighbor's door, delivering it to the empty home and returning to his own as he awaited a response.


Cheeky bastard.
It's not like you give me much choice. You play guitar like a dying cow, and sing like a screeching siren. Or a bird. A really annoying bird.

You know, I really got the chills, reading your note. The fact that the word 'friendship' even crossed your thoughts is discerning. You got a screw loose or something? You must have had some pretty sad friendships in your life to think this is it.

If you could learn this thing called human decency, perhaps my spelling would be better.

From,
Your not so woo-ed neighbor. Keep trying, brat.

PS. What am I, your trash dispenser? If you are gonna throw out lyrics, then throw them out, don't send them to me.
PPS. You should keep working at those. Just saying.

[nyah,]

── ❝ 𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐨 !
waiting for him outside was his red '98 chevorlet that was parked a few feet from the entryway
of the apartments. his hand cupped the cigarette that sat in his mouth and lit it as he leaned a
gainst the car's hood. as he smoked, he thought about what a monstrosity his neighbor had be
come. with his thoughts came a couple of laughs and a cough followed from inhaling too quick
ly. he lowered his arm and placed his wrist on his hip and took a look around. the parking lot o
f the apartment complex was near empty due to active lives. arlo felt sorry for those who had t
o work all day every day. a fear of his is to get a normal office job and end up having to file pap
erwork or something. normalcy terrified him, and he was happy that he was able to do somethi
ng he was passionate about.

his eyes looked down at the burning cigarette and took his last available hit. with that, he flicke
d the butt onto the sidewalk and got into the driver's seat. arlo didn't have a plan yet, but he de
cided to do his usual routine: coffee, food, and a couple more cigarettes. the shift moved to rev
erse and then drive and he was off. the first stop was a dunkin donuts that was located a little u
nder a mile down the road. he ordered his usual: an iced coffee with caramel and oak milk. it oc
urred to him that the employees at the dunkin were so familiar with him that they knew his orde
r before he placed it. is that a bad thing? definitely not!

arlo decided to go to a new place this evening and drove himself to a park. it was a twenty minu
te drive from the apartment complex and was close to one of the best record companies in the a
rea. not only were they a big deal to him, but his inspiration worked at that very facility. it was h
is first time seeing the building since he's been in the area and it was definitely worth the drive.
he decided to get out of his car and sit on top of the hood. his pack of cigarettes sat on the hood
alongside him and he picked up another cigarette.

after an hour, he went back to his car and drove back to the apartment complex. his hand reach
ed for his now empty coffee cup and carried it in with him. he reached for the door and turned t
he knob only to be met with another letter. a dramatic sigh was released and he left the letter ly
ing on the ground for a few minutes. something about it didn't seem right. maybe if he didn't re
ply, his neighbor would stop the feud. he walked a short walk to the garbage can in his kitchen a
nd turned around only to eyeball the letter sitting on the floor. "fine." he huffed and leaned down
to pick up the letter. he read it just once and thought of a response already. arlo picked up a pen
and another piece of paper and wrote another letter. without second thought, he opened his door
and slid it under his neighbors. the man retreated rather quickly and slammed his door shut loud
enough for his neighbor to hear.

my trash dispenser,

no, you're not allowed to take your compliment back.

stop sending me letters. if you have a problem, come see me about it.
and what do you know about music? nothing! you know nothing!

i'm not stopping. get over it.

your brat.
ps. you don't deserve a heart by my name this time.

[borahae.]

xxxx▬▬▬𝐊𝐈𝐌 "𝐃𝐀𝐄" 𝐃𝐀𝐄𝐖𝐎𝐍

xxxLazing comfortably on his couch, his laptop which was sat atop his skinny jean clad legs playing some mindless television show that he didn't even know the name of, Daewon let out a hum of contentment and could feel his eyes slipping closed as his body relaxed against the cushions; it was the moments like this, with some sappy protagonist whining about something or another in the background, that the male found himself finally able to rest, the boring lull of some unknown tv show bringing the insomnia right out of him. Crossing his arms over his chest and sinking further into the couch, the male was willing to bet that he'd be able to catch at least an hour of sleep if all went well, and the thought alone had him on the verge of smiling. Of course, though, with the way his day had been going, he should have known better than to go and get optimistic.

Almost as soon as he settled into a steady breathing pattern, Daewon could hear a loud bang settle out in the hallway, stirring him and bringing a frown to his facial features immediately thereafter. He was aware that it was the sound of a door slamming closed, and while it was practically white noise for people who lived in shared spaces like apartment buildings, Daewon and his sensitive ears could recognize the specific door that it came from and he couldn't help but to sigh. Its like his neighbor really, truly was a curse.
Knowing full well that the slam indicated the arrival of a new note, their pattern of communication unconventional but completely predictable, Daewon paused whatever show had been playing on his computer and swiftly set it to the side as he stood from his spot on the couch. The male was bound and determined to settle this nonsensical feud, if only for the sake of his own sanity, so hesitation wasn't an option. Crossing his apartment in record time, running a hand through his hair to set it back in place, Dae reached down to pick up the note and read it with lightning speed.

Again feeling his blood boil, the comment about music crawling under his skin and only reminding him of the earlier interaction he'd had in the company, Daewon's frown deepened and before even being aware of it, he found himself stalking out into the hallway in his slippers and knocking roughly on the door beside his own. Maybe it was just because he was sensitive, or that the lack of sleep was getting to him, but with a sudden boost of confidence Daewon decided that the brat was right and that the quickest way to solve this once and for all would be to face the stranger head on. "Oi, open up, you brat! We've got some things to hash out."

[nyah,]

── ❝ 𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐨 !
arlo's fit of rage continued after the door slam and brought his anger to his guitar. he made h
is way towards the couch in the living room and took a seat in his lounge chair. his hand reac
hed for his guitar pick and he began to strum the strings with lots of force. it wasn't often tha
t arlo played his guitar with lots of anger. when he did, though, great lyrics followed along wi
th accidentally broken strings. arlo didn't play long enough to allow that to happen as an une
xpected knock came to his door along with an angry voice. he assumed it was his neighbor co
ming to rain hell on him, so he took a deep breath and sat his guitar down on his stand. "stop
the banging!" his voice was loud and demanding. his head moved side to side and prepared f
or the interaction, his neck making a cracking noise.

to his surprise, it didn't sound like an eighty year old grandfather but somebody familiar. it w
as definitely unusual. he reached out to turn the knob and opened the door, his head and bod
y turning away immediately. the speech he was about to give his neighbor was long-coming a
nd was rehearsed in his head. he took a few steps forward, his back to the door and began th
e apology he's given many times before. "thank you for accepting my invitation, sir." it did
not start well. "and i know what you're going to say," he began again. "you kids and your
music. real music ended after john lennon passed." his finger was in the air to show empha
sis and he hoped his neighbor was listening to his belonged pity story. even arlo was getting a
nnoyed with his voice. "i get it, you want me to stop playing. but how will it feel knowing y
ou're stopping a young man from pursuing his dream? for all you know, i could be a big
deal." he took a break from his 'apology' and reached for the cigarettes that sat on his kitchen
counter. "i can't deal with this right now." his angry tone dropped and sounded more and mo
re annoyed. it's such a waste of time. his fingers fidgeted with the top of his cigarette carton a
nd pulled out a single cigarette.

he turned around to leave his apartment and was face to face with his neighbor: kim daewon. T
HE kim daewon. arlo's breath suddenly came to a holt and his stomach dropped. was it real? did
he really just say that to his idol? it was him all along? all those letters and all that sass he gave?
it seemed unreal and he hoped it was some kind of a messed up dream. "kim." he stopped for a
moment to take in the reality. "you're kim daewon." such disbelief in his voice. arlo could feel h
is face begin to glow red. there's no way this it happening right now.

[borahae.]

xxxx▬▬▬𝐊𝐈𝐌 "𝐃𝐀𝐄" 𝐃𝐀𝐄𝐖𝐎𝐍

xxxHearing the familiar strums of a guitar, the sound usually reaching his ears as pleasant but instead irking the hell out of the male who was stood outside his neighbors door with little patience left, Daewon again reached his slender fingers up to knock on the door and demand compensation but was stopped midway by the irritated sounds of the home's inhabitant. If it was possible, Dae's face twisted further into a frown at the exclamation from the stranger, and had the sudden urge to break the door down nonetheless. Who did this kid think he was?

Ready to give the other an earful as the door finally swung open, Daewon found himself stunned into silence as the stranger kept his back to him and threw insult after insult, his eyes blown wide as he seemed to realize that the boy had assumed him to be elderly; frozen in place, watching the taller male's animated way of talking with a dumbfounded expression, the blonde male seemed to be in a daze as the other rummaged through his apartment and surfaced a cigarette with a seemingly annoyed expression. It wasn't until the (surprisingly handsome) boy finally faced him that Daewon let his pent up frustration and rage spill out, missing the way in which the stranger seemed to return the same dumbfounded expression that he'd had on his face earlier as he began his own rant "Huh?! How old do you take me for, you brat! You know, I would have been willing to forgive you for this whole mess had you just apologized, but now I don't think I can. Assuming things about me, treating me like some inconvenience in your perfect little world...I mean, how low can you get? And here I thought my day couldn't get any worse."

Taking a hand and running it over his face then, trying his best to wipe away his frustration and cool down once more, Daewon let out a loud sigh before daring to speak once again (still ignorant to the fact that the boy had uttered his name amidst all his ranting) "And what's with that look, huh? After cursing me out and insulting my whole existence, don't you think that's a bit unfair? I mean, you couldn't even face me as you called me elderly, and now you look like you've seen a ghost or something."