#ms eom

[motherdanger]

welcome home...

[dying-artists]

Been a while since I drew anything in MS Paint

School computer thank you

[umbrace-rambles]

Moonjo: Proceeds to kill the majority of children in his orphanage at age 10 before burning it down

Also Moonjo, staring at everything burning around him: I have now found divine revelation

[taestarii]

❣ admirer - seo moonjo

[seo moonjo x fem reader]

synopsis - moonjo knew less about his target than he thought he did

this is my first moonjo fic! it's really just a rough start to see if my audience likes this and if you do, please request! the people i write for are on my page and if you want someone that isn't there too, feel free to ask! request page here

warning! themes of stalking, swearing, and dentistry tools

"God fucking-" Y/n placed her hand over her cheek in pain.

"Is it that tooth again?" Jieun asked. "You really need to go see that dentist. He stays extra late for you, you know!"

You sighed. "I know, Ji. You know how I feel about tools and stuff, what if he uses a scapel?" You knew it was an over exaggeration, but you also knew they kept them in the office.

"Jesus, it's a toothache not a heart surgery. What a heartthrob of a dentist he is, too! He seems to like you, your living every middle-aged woman's dream." You scoffed. Jieun was being ridiculous, but you knew she was right. You needed to get your tooth checked, and he was undeniably a very attractive man. "Anyways, did you want to stop and get some drinks? There's a place around-"

"Y/n!" Moonjo's voice echoed the walkway, his steps nearing. "It's great to see you! I was hoping you would come into my office today." He seemed so collected for someone who just chased after you. "Ah, I was going to see you tomorrow, my tooth has started aching worse lately." Moonjo gave a bright smile, moonlight reflecting off his pale complexion. "I'm looking forward to seeing you, Y/n."

•

You stood outside of Moonjo's dentist office, debating whether or not to come in. Before you could turn and leave, the door opened and the receptionist walked out. "You must be Y/n! Please, come in." She opened the door and ushered you in.

"Mr. Seo told me he was expecting a beautiful lady, I just knew it was you." You gave her a smile and uttered a thank you as you went to look around. There were pictures up on a shelfshelf, one with an older lady and a bunch of little kids.

"That's me." A hand reached around and pointed at a little boy holding the older woman's hand. "That's Ms. Eom, she's a lovely lady." You snapped back to look at him, his finger his hovering over the picture. "You grew up with her? How nice that you stayed with her." Moonjo looked at you questioningly. "How did you know I live with her?" You hummed, turning away from him.

“I've been in your area before."

•

Moonjo was not a dumb man, far from it. As attracted as he was to you, your close relationship to Junghwa kept him on edge. You were layed out on the dentist chair while Moonjo applied his gloves. "Your tooth is damaged and it's gonna hurt, so I'll go get a mouth number." He gave you a smile before he walked into the back room.

Moonjo may be smart, but you're smarter.

As he was back there he contemplated if he was really about to do this to you. He couldn't lose you, but he couldn't compromise his "family." He looked at you through the cameras for a few more seconds before turning off the cameras and grabbing the anesthetic. "So, Y/-"

"Hello, Mr. Seo."

You were sitting on top of a counter with your legs crossed, his red box open next to you. Scalpel in hand, you glanced up at him.

"What were you going to with that needle, Mr. Seo? If I didn't know any better, that looks like a lot more than a mouth number."

Moonjo was at a loss for words. Y/n laughed at his expression, the expression that told her everything.

"Were you going to sedate me? Perhaps take me back to that god forsaken fourth-floor and subject me to the same fate as Hee-joong? As Seok-yoon?"

"How do you..?"

"I'm far less oblivious than you believe I am, Moonjo. Did you really believe I had a toothache? What about yesterday when me and Jieun happened to be close to your office? All these things that I have done to see you.

It appears you have an admirer."

part 2

[crymeariverxoxo]

RUST

Synopsis : A toothache leads Jongwoo to a peculiar meeting with an even peculiar yet handsome dentist .

Tags : SFW, Everyone is weird, Mystery , Suspense, Vague Ending

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"My tooth HURTS !! "

Jongwoo exclaimed in pain on his bed . It was a typical day in the Eden Goshiwon ; the pervert across his room watching adult videos on high volume , Miss Eom engaging in suspiciously violent small talk with the twins and Gi-hyeok just walking around with specks of red on him.All typical nothing abnormal ; Nothing .The only thing that wasn't typical was Jongwoo's tooth ache. He felt like he was a child again , he hadn't experienced this pain in ages . This feeling of nostalgia was almost ( keyword : almost)  elevating . On second thoughts, his tooth ache might be the only normal thing in the goshiwon .

Nevertheless he can't skip work , he worked his ass off to get one . Jae ho might be a pain in the ass but he has to tolerate him to stay in the office.

" So Annoying, geez !"

"What is it young man , you look annoyed, do you want me to bring some coffee for you ? " Miss Eom said while smirking .

"No Ahjumma it's totally fine , I just have a tooth ache , nothing else".Jongwoo said, clearly frustrated. He hated doing small talk with Miss Eom , she was ....weird to say the least . Sometimes she was too nice which made her suspicious . Whatever Jongwoo had to be in his office by 9 .

" You know there's a clinic down the road right ? Just go there when you get the time,  if you want I could drop you there "

She said while tugging his shirt and staring deeply into his eyes . She always made long lasting eye contact with him . He'd be lying if he said it didn't make him uncomfortable.  The casual touches were even worse. Whatever He brushed it off as her being just friendly .

" I'll think about it " Jongwoo said as he hurriedly walked past by her .

He exited the building as a pair of eyes glared holes into him .

"Jongwoo-ah you're late~" Jaeho said as he rustled through some papers near Jongwoo's usual desk . He took a seat.

Jongwoo's relationship with Jaeho was well...complicated to say the least . Jaeho used to be his Sunbae in college , it seems as if he still believes that he's Jongwoo's senior , which he is technically but the environment of an office and college are totally different. He is nice occasionally like paying for his taxi fares but he gets weird regarding Ji-eun, insisting that Jongwoo isn't good enough for her . Sometimes Jongwoo just wants to get his hands on Jaeho's neck , press his fingers firmly around his neck , heat pooling around it ,  feel his breathing and lungs contracting. Expanding . Contracting.  Expanding . Stop. Death . Cold.  How satisfying that'd feel, the silence would be euphoric, no more nagging, no more walking on eggshells,no more Jae-

"How's Ji-eun lately?"

Jongwoo didn't want to be a part of this conversation, " she's fine as usual ", he said monotonously while working on his laptop. He just wanted to go home and sleep . Sometimes he just wants to run away from everything, Jaeho, Ji-eun, the goshiwon, everything. 

"You should take her out somewhere nice once in a while , oh I am sorry what am I saying,  you can barely afford for yourself " Jaeho said cackling and imitating wiping tears away from his eyes .

As soon as his shift was over Jongwoo packed his stuff and left without even looking , he had enough . He hated that his day kept getting worse . When he left his office it was around 9 , it had gotten really dark and there was nothing but pin drop silence. He was reminded of his toothache as he walked past by the dental clinic near his goshiwon . He had completely forgotten about his toothache, but his pain reappeared as soon as he saw the clinic.  He found that funny actually . Maybe he was distracted because of his awful day at work . To be fair , his days were always awkward at best and awful at worst . He suddenly remembered what Ms. Eom told him in the morning and decided to see the dentist to get rid of this stubborn toothache .

A woman rushed past him as soon as he opened the door , he was collecting his thoughts when a man in a white overcoat said , " she had a long shift today ." ,while smiling ear to ear .

"That's the dentist, probably" he thought .

He looked to be in his forties , quite handsome for his age . His build was  lean and slender . He was taller than Jongwoo . He looked calm as if he doesn't let the world's worries get to him .

" I usually leave this time , but now that I have a patient it's my duty to operate on you , I am Dr Seo Moonjo by the way " , He said as he waved his hands , hinting Jongwoo to follow him to his office.

Jongwoo followed him obediently but there was.... something about the doctor he couldn't pin point.  His behavior seemed...practised. It was as if he was just regurgitating what he rehearsed.  He had never met the doctor before but there was this sense of familiarity in the air around him .

"Have a seat Mr Jongwoo " the dentist  said .

Jongwoo was confused ," I don't remember telling him my name , this is strange ", he thought as he sat down on his seat.

The seat reclined.  Jongwoo sat comfortably there. The lights over him switched on . They fell directly on his face .

It was almost blinding.

He was about to get comfortable when he saw something that caught his eye .

A pair of pliers.

They looked brownish. Probably because of the rusting.

"That's weird, why would a dentist have a pair of pliers just lying around " , he thought.

"Ah I can't believe the mechanic left the pliers here!" , Moonjo  said as he picked up the pliers . He swiftly opened his drawer and shoved them in without even looking back.

Jongwoo felt a sense of slight discomfort .

"No damn way ... is this guy a mind reader "

The dentist encroached towards Jongwoo,

sitting down near him . That's when Jongwoo noticed that he wasn't wearing gloves .

What ?

A dentist not wearing medical gloves . That's insane and also unhygienic.

"Uh I am sorry but you aren't we-

"Silence. I can't concentrate like this ", the dentist asserted, glaring down at him.

Jongwoo saw as Moonjo inserted two of his fingers inside his mouth.

His fingers felt cold . Moonjo wriggled his fingers around Jongwoo's mouth . They were drenched in drool and spit. Jongwoo felt uncomfortable , he could feel butterflies in his stomach. 

" I have no idea what this man is thinking " .

He fondled Jongwoo's uvula which triggered his gag reflex immediately .

" Uggghhhhhh !!!!! " , Jongwoo gagged .

"What the FUCK do you think you are doing ??  " , he exclaimed . He was furious . He found it violating and humiliating .

"Relax , darling " , Moonjo said , " I am just trying to help you " .

"This man is crazy ??? What the hell is wrong with him ? And 'darling ' ? What the fuck? " , Jongwoo was baffled.

Before Jongwoo could even calm himself down and think , the dentist violently uprooted his tooth out . With his bare hands .

Blood . There was a lot of blood .

On Moonjo's hand and around Jongwoo's mouth .

Crimson was dripping down his neck. He saw himself in the mirror.

And that's when it hit him . The pain.

He felt pure agony. His tooth socket throbbed. He didn't know a tooth pull could feel this tormenting .

"There you go . Now you won't have any tooth ache any time soon ", Moonjo said with a grin on his face . He looked satisfied. As if he accomplished something that he always wanted to do.

If the word 'pleasure' had a face it would look like Moonjo's.

Not even an utterance  came out of Jongwoo's mouth.

He felt a new sensation . Fear.

He didn't care about his toothache anymore. The only thing that was on his mind was to get as far away as possible from this man.

He swiftly grabbed a box of tissue papers kept on the table beside him .

"T-thank you for your service doctor. It's late , I think I should go now. I have to go to work tomorrow ", he said while looking at the floor beneath him . He couldn't make eye contact with Moonjo . He was filled with fear and uncertainty. 

He assumed Moonjo would atleast try to question him further . But he didn't.

He just stared at Jongwoo, smiling.

Jongwoo couldn't handle this atmosphere.  He found it suffocating. He quickly grabbed his belongings and bolted .

He didn't even try to look back . Just ran until he was near his goshiwon. Gradually he slowed down because he felt safer now.

Aa he walked into the goshiwon , he saw the twins working on one of the doors .

"That was probably not rust "

[kafkasmjjw]

thinking about the amount of times moonjo asked ms eom if she trusts him and how she always evaded the question, and thinking about how he asked her one last time before he sent her to her death. very sexy of him.

[nessberry]

rewatching sfh rn and at first i thought ms eom asking jongwoo if he was a student was just her acting out her faux nice old lady persona but i just realized its probably bc one of moonjos rules is that they dont kill students

[gilded-cages]

ENTRY 1: THE LURKER

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... .... ..... Access Restricted. Limited Information Acquired ---------------------------------------------------- Name:{REDACTED} Aka Marigold Age:19 22-MS Height:{REDACTED}Short-EOM Jerk!-MG Weight:180 That's private!-MG Ethnicity: White Appearance:Blonde Hair. Blue Green Eyes. Rabbit Mask Typical Clothing:A tee shirt and Jeans Likes:{INFORMATION NOT AVAILABLE} Dislikes:Losers-MG -------Description/Backstory------ Marigold {REDACTED} was found with OPERATOR on June {REDACTED} 20XX in {REDACTED} by Proxy {REDACTED} She joined the proxies but it is unknown how long she spent in the presence of OPERATOR. Marigold seems to be in decent health. Will update when more discovered.

[asexualannoyance]

jong woo really is not having a good time, lmao, like, my guy is sleep deprived, constantly has nightmares, is afraid of getting murdered in his sleep, gets continuesly lied to and gaslit and manipulated by the other residents and ms. eom (the landbastard), almost everybody in his life kinda sucks and doesn't believe him when he says the studio is freaky, his boss is a fucking asshole who thinks he is the greatest, one of his coworkers keeps being the biggest cunt on earth.....no wonder he is flying off the handle

[dramatiique]

Seo Moon-jo owns a dental practice called Yu Spring Dentist. He is well-respected in the community with eager mothers bringing their children to receive their treatment; although this is, in part, because they wish to see him so that they can later gossip about the handsome dentist.

Despite his well-paying career, Moon-jo owns a room (Room 304) in a run-down, cheap residence called Eden Studio. Many people like to avoid it because of the strange residents there but he often spends time there. However, he also owns a nicer apartment in Seoul that he sometimes goes to when he needs a break from the others at Eden.

In his professional life, Moon-jo is compassionate and kind to his clients, even if he can be a little standoffish at times. However, things aren't all what they seem and there's something far sinister that lurks beneath the surface...

Spoilers under the cut. Also dark themes so please be warned.

Moon-jo was found as a starving child by Ms. Eom (who later becomes the owner of Eden) who takes him under her wing. She raises him in the Spring Orphanage. Not much is known about Moon-jo's life before Ms. Eom found him but he has scars on his body, which suggests that he was abused by his mother before she left him to fend for himself.

Moon-jo is a psychopath killer who searches for individuals that he can manipulate into being like him. Once he finds someone he deems to be a worthy candidate, he becomes obsessed over them, stalking them and doing things that make them question their own sanity. He views these victims as his "creations" and will do whatever he can to make them his masterpieces with him being the "artist" who molds them into something greater and unlock their true potential.

The other residents of Eden are all in on the killings with Moon-jo and Ms Eom being the leaders. They get sick pleasure and entertainment out of hurting their targets and causing them to go mad. They are also cannibals who consume the flesh of their victims both because they enjoy it and to help hide bodies / cover evidence.

[thebonggirll]

chapter five

< previous: chapter four

Moonjo felt a kind of high he never felt before. This particular feeling that he never felt before completely overtook his other senses. The desire to be the only one for Jongwoo. He quietly sat beside him, although the bed was too small. Jongwoo was way too drugged to understand or make anything out of the situation.

Oh, and there it was. That twisted face he made whenever he was asleep. Some kind of nightmare. Moonjo was never the kind who cared enough about all of these little things but jagiya was special. He knew he had the potential inside of him. These animalistic instincts that most boring humans felt the need to hide. Moonjo knew all his dearest needed was a little push and it would all come out of the facade he is putting on.

Jongwoo was a bit jumpy in his sleep. Moonjo also found it endearing knowing someday it was all going to go away. This side of him, the one who was so innocent - Moonjo wanted to savor it. He leaned towards his face, observing the uneven breaths of Jongwoo. Even without realizing it, Moonjo's eyes slowly went down toward his lips.

Oh.

Sure, he was being observant but Moonjo didn't exactly loom over this little detail much before this. Sure, he did wonder earlier how good he would look underneath him. But seeing him up close, and realizing how plump his lips were, brought a new form of excitement. He watched his lips in awe, wondering how soft they must be.

Moonjo stroked Jongwoo's hair lightly as took notice of the expression. Jongwoo was starting to breathe steadily. He continued his actions. The next few steps he wanted to take were something new. He didn't know if his experiment would work but he was willing to see the results. His other hand hovered over his face, as he slowly placed the hand under his nose.

He wanted to test it out. If Jongwoo would take in his scent and feel at ease at his touch. Moonjo did adore the way he trembled in fear sometimes, but now that he has come to see him close, there is no way he can just keep maintaining this distance between them.

He just needed to lure him in, make him find some kind of comfort with his touch and smell. Oh, jagiya would surely be very confused at first for going back and forth between his emotions like that. It might even hinder his plans for making his masterpiece.

But there's no fun if there is no risk involved, is there?

Jongwoo woke up groaning, feeling nauseous. He needed to get it together. He sat on his chair and opened his laptop. He was about to go to his word file but stopped midway.

The dust was missing. Someone was in his room.

He dashed out of his room now that he was sure of his suspicion of towards where the landlady resided. "Ms. Eom, someone broke into my room," he said.

The landlady as usual smiled and said, "What do you mean? Nobody lives here."

"I'm telling you, somebody broke into my room! I'm sure!" he said.

"Who would do that?" Ms. Eom asked.

"That's why I'm asking you to check. The surveillance camera is still working, right? Please check it." Jongwoo said, annoyance laced in his words.

Ms. Eom realized that there was no way that she could back out from this. But it was fine. She had all of it under control anyway.

As the both of them sat to check the footage, there was a moment that caught Jongwoo's attention. But before he could absolutely confirm his suspicions, there was a glitch and no more footage was present. Jongwoo tried to fix it but to no avail.

But he was sure. It was the pervert living in Unit 313. And he was seeing red.

While Ms. Eom tried to stop him from arguing with the pervert, he slowly started to lose control. It didn't help the fact that pervert found it fucking funny. Their fight would've escalated but a voice stopped him. And the rest of it was something he was trying to forget. The whole apartment complex was full of people who looked at him and smiled at his actions. It was weird.

It was scary.

But something made his heart feel at ease after a bit. As he was trying to cool down in his room, there was a knock on his door.

"Can we talk?"

More like it was a presence of a sane mind who made him feel at ease - Moonjo.

"Why'd you do that back there?" Moonjo said capturing the city on his phone, as he slowly shifted the camera towards Jongwoo, "You don't look like someone who'd get so worked up."

"Has someone ever broken into your room?" Jongwoo asked, "The man in Unit 310 also said that someone broke into his room. Are you filming me right now? What are you doing?"

Moonjo ended the video and put his phone in his pocket, "You looked nice." Maybe he should've recorded a bit more to capture his reaction.

Because he looked...red. Not from anger like before, no. He was blushing. Oh, how adorable jagiya...

Jongwoo fidgeted, trying to continue their conversation from earlier. Although Moonjo wanted to tease him a bit more, he needed to continue with his plans. "Ms. Eom said that the footage didn't show the footage break in right?"

"That's because the camera broke down right before he went in. But he definitely broke in, I'm sure of it."

"Right, everyone who lives here is a bit strange," Moonjo said.

Jongwoo started rambling about the situation. Although he adored every part of him, sometimes he could get boring. Moonjo wanted it to be faster. He could wait a lot of time to create his masterpiece, but this time it was different.

This time he had to suppress his urge of touching him. Making him his, completely erasing any other nuisance of existence from his life.

Although he knew the next words he will utter will do the exact opposite, Moonjo knew that later he would have no option but run back to him. He couldn't help it. He was excited to see his reaction too. Because earlier, he was impressed. Jongwoo definitely had it in him, to become the exact replica of himself. But he still had the boring moral conscience holding him back.

"But, you really wanted to kill the man back there, didn't you? You had a chill of fear thinking that the pervert who watches weird videos alone broke into your room and touched your stuff, right? You think you don't fit into this place, right? You think you're different. But you're scared at the same time. You're worried that you'll become like one of them." Moonjo said. He could see Jongwoo's face display an expression of discomfort. Maybe it was enough. He couldn't let him avoid him more than required.

So he laid in a few words of comfort as well. "But don't worry, you're different from them. Unlike the others, you can do what you want to and whenever you want to."

Jongwoo took out his phone, which was ringing, and said, "Sorry, if you're done talking, I'll have to take this call."

He scurried away from the terrace towards the staircase like a rabbit. Moonjo watched him and chuckled.

"You're not like the others of course," Moonjo whispered under his breath, "You're like me, jagiya."

next: chapter six >

forever, jagiya.

MASTERLIST

[donutwares]

Down the home stretch…

”Inexact Science” rolls into Act 3 -a sort of drawn out epilogue with twists and promises fulfilled, arcs complete their… arcing. I don’t want to lose the spontaneity of the MS so far so I will be unspooling my thoughts sequentially for the most part, not worrying about w/c or chapter boundaries. Should be a lot of fun.

Helped mop the floor today and will clean out the shower trap later. Meanwhile the folks are back at the old place while I cool off and hope to lay down lotsa paragraphs and dialogue over the next 8 hours.

Not sure what’s for dinner. Maybe eggs and tomatoes with bread. Tomorrow, psych clinic appointment for my regular Arip jab. Always gives me that healthsome boost.

Lots of people feeling sad in my mindspace. Feel like doing some shopping but I have nothing more to buy. EOM, will have 1kRM saved up.

[umbrace-rambles]

LITTOL MOONJO

[kafkasmjjw]

Seo Moonjo still remembers where it started.

He'd woken from the throes of sleep and walked the orphanage hallways to get to Ms. Eom. To tell her how all his teeth had fallen out in his nightmare.

He remembers how Ms. Eom had chuckled and said, 'Moonjo-yah, we're having a feast soon'. The orphanage burnt down not a week later.

During his first lecture, his professor had asked, 'Why dentistry?'

The answers that followed the muddled murmurs varied. Money. Opportunity. Independence. The label. It runs in the family. All of it was so materialistic, so pretentious and worldly and greedy.

When the doctor called on Moonjo, he did so without a name. Young man! Why did you choose this field?

'Teeth,' Moonjo answered in his head. 'Because there's something less scientific and more visceral about the strongest substance in our bodies not having the power to repair itself. I want to be relied on.'

In the lecture hall, Moonjo pushed his glasses up his nose and voiced a blunt, "I like teeth."

He tilted his head when the professor grinned, and he looked deeper, inspecting him under a magnifying glass.

Guillaume Duchenne de Boulogne had once said that the first sign of a genuine smile is the contraction of the orbicularis oculi muscles around the eyes, and the tightening skin it brings about.

Fake, he thought. Even as he responded to his professor with a smile of his own.

Moonjo liked hiding things in plain sight, and he thought that the forged display of amusement was an answer in itself to the question. Perhaps one that required a little more insight into his life.

To Ms. Eom and the twins, teeth are weapons. Cutlery to gnaw on bone with. But to him? They're deceptive. Tools. A means to tamper with feelings. To influence and manipulate and corrupt.

The man turns around. He openly looks him over before he greets him. And they share a drink.

He steps onto the roof and takes advantage of the new resident's distraction to study him and take in the genuineness of his every movement.

He finds catharsis in it for a long while before he makes his presence known, "Are you the new guy?"

Somewhere amidst their conversation about a psychopathic pianist, Moonjo stills. He feels around, attaching himself to his body again, reclaiming it as his own instead of an implement, and feels the warmth in his cheeks and the coldness of his drink and the—

The unintentional flex of muscle around his eyes. Foreign and unwelcome. It's a momentary crack in his poise that 303 doesn't notice, too caught up in the psyche of his Pianist.

Moonjo takes a closer look at him, with all his senses at once. It's enough to put him at ease. He takes another gulp of beer, and, as quietly as possible, lets the crack web into something a little broader.

A little more ruinous.

[gilded-cages]

ENTRY 2: MESSIAH

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Access Restricted. Limited Information Acquired ---------------------------------------------------- Name:{REDACTED} Age: 16 (24-MS) Height:5'6" or 168 cm (CM? Really?-EOM) Weight: approx. 130lbs or 60kg Ethnicity: Caucasian/White Appearance: blonde hair. brown eyes. lanky build. (uh, rude-MG) ram skull mask. Typical Clothing: thick hoodies, jeans, rarely seen without mask. Likes: {INFORMATION NOT AVAILABLE} Dislikes: physical contact, large groups. -------Description/Backstory------ 'Messiah' was contacted by OPERATOR first at age 10. Recruited in August {REDACTED} by Proxy K. Taken in by Proxy K for RECRUITMENT. Much is unknown about 'Messiah' prior to meeting OPERATOR. More information to be added. -K

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[sasami-san]

is ms. eom a milf or not? be honest