#JUNO is of legal age, 21 years old. They are currently enrolled in university, thus sporadic replies, whether on the timeline or in private messages, are to be expected.The writer behind this account does not claim to be the real Kim Sunoo 김선우 of ENHYPEN. This account's purpose is merely to entertain and be a personal avenue for the writer's creative work. Any edits posted in this account are made by #JUNO.The character does not reveal anything personal about himself. Any information he has shared with your character is made up and acts as a cover to hide his true identity.Additionally, Augustine's story and other pieces of personal information have not fully been revealed. Self-plots will be posted on his profile from time to time for readers or other role-players to follow.Augustine shall strictly be in character at all times. If you wish to discuss matters with the writer, do use the appropriate tags to avoid confusion or possible conflict.Initiating Plottings and Pre-established Relationships are always on the table. The writer is comfortable with Semi-descriptive Literature, but they do not mind mirroring your writing style.Julian Augustine is a story marked as NSFW for upcoming graphic and mature themes. There will be mentions of sensitive topics, such as murder, gore, blood, and etc. You have been warned.
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“—got the whole force out to find you. Every town you have settled in, those monsters have desperately swept from the farthest to the nearest, down under and up to the sky, just to find an ounce of trace that could lead to you. Sure, it was easy before, but what are you going to do now with him around?”
The frantic woman waved her arms in the air, acting out every word that came out of her mouth. She then gestured to the tiny figure slumbering away in the newly bought crib at the corner of the room. Augustine's sight had not left this ever since she entered the room, with her endless rant of panic.
“Tine, we no longer have as many resources as we used to. You may be immortal, and with that power comes hold of heightened stabilities, but you and I know you cannot run away forever. You will instantly be brought back to the castle once you are caught to be endlessly tortured for what you have done. Tine, that is only the surface of what they will do to you—to us.... What more could possibly happen once it is known that you carry a child born out of wedlock with you?”
Augustine turned his back on her and stood up from his seat. He approached the rocking crib, carefully scooped out the sleeping baby, and carried him with utmost gentleness, too afraid he'll wake up, too afraid he'll have knowledge of what kind of man Augustine is.The tip of his finger hovers over his small face, tracing each of his features slowly to imprint him in his mind, as if this baby isn't occupying his everyday thoughts and his whole life already.
“I understand your frustration, but I suggest you put a stop to your worrying. I have a plan... I always do. For now, we cannot stay together. I will take care of both our records and belongings, the place we will separately be staying in for the time being, and our new identities. I know you are about to say something, but let me finish first, please,”
The unreadable expression that owned his face soon changed into a smile full of emotions, an idea formed on the top of his head as he recalled his dead lover's late black cat.
“I know just the perfect disguise to put this little one in. I am not entirely sure if you will be on board with it, but it is the best choice we have if we want to conceal him from the rest of the world. Now, will you promise to finally calm down and keep your mouth shut until I have conveyed the rest of the plan?”



