"𝖉𝖊𝖒𝖔𝖓 𝖉𝖆𝖞𝖘" / yeonjun

Yeonjun was a loser. He worked several part-time jobs just to make ends meet, lying awake almost every night, panting in cigarette smoke to the new Gorillaz album and staring at the cracked ceiling of his rented flat. The landlord would kill him for all this mess, but Yeonjun would think about it next time his brain was a little fresher.
In the meantime, he rises from the mattress, struggling to keep his sleep-deprived eyes open. Someone knocked.
— What the fuck... Yeonjun mumbles, stumbling out into the corridor wearing only his pants and scratching the back of his head sleepily. He doesn't even bother to look through the peephole first, just unlocks the door and gives the young man he doesn't know a humiliating and tired look.
— What do you want? Yeonjun's red hair, which framed his snapping face, protruded ridiculously in all directions with burnt tips.