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the sticky tab series | sticky tab three: 5B

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When our conversation was done, Jeonghan thanked me. He expressed that it was nice to talk to someone new after years of living alone and speaking to the same few people over and over again. I merely smiled, unable to make a comment.

He opened the door to his apartment and told me to wait there while he strolled over to 5B and knocked three times. The door eventually opened, and a man with similar length, more reddish hair greeted him cheerfully, before he eyed me with confusion.

I remembered that Jeonghan had talked about him - his name was Joshua.

Jeonghan explained who I was. Joshua was intrigued; he told me they hadn't seen another person's face in years. It truly struck me then how, while solitude is a positive factor to living here, that loneliness could still be prominent.

Joshua was open to having a chat with me, after Jeonghan told him the broad strokes of what we talked about. He similarly remarked that he did indeed have a lot of things he could tell me, and even joked that my journal would be full by the end of the day.

By that point I realised the sixth floor had since gone quiet.

I rolled my shoulders back and headed over to 5B; Jeonghan then whispered something in Joshua's ear that I couldn't decipher, but it caused his jaw to drop and him to say a small 'oh, absolutely'. I didn't pry.

Jeonghan went back to his apartment, and Joshua happily invited me inside.

Much like Jeonghan had said, 5B was equally small and the floor plan was near-identical.

We sat down beside one another on matching cream recliner chairs. They were made of velvet, and I could feel the texture between my fingers.

Between the chairs was a wooden side table with a glass top. An intricately detailed pitcher with a golden liquid sat in the middle, and four clean, delicate drinking glasses were right beside it. "Care for a drink?" he offered. I politely declined, but I confirmed if he wanted one, and said I would pour the glass. He smiled and thanked me, then lifted a glass while I poured the beverage: whiskey, with a particularly strong smell.

"Today is turning out to be quite the rollercoaster, huh?" he chuckled, taking a sip of the whiskey.

"You could certainly say that again."

"I feel as though I should apologise. You weren't expecting to wander in and find that note at the reception desk. I didn't actually think he'd do it."

"Do you have any idea of why he might have?"

Joshua shrugged. "That's something you'll have to ask him. Definitely a provocation of sorts, but honestly it's any guess with him."

I opened up my journal and started taking notes. "Jeonghan told me that there was a landlord here, but that he left before anyone moved in."

"Project Drawbridge was a failure. In every sense of the word. Too far from anyone, built on an old, desolate part of land where a warehouse once stood." My brow pricked up at that. "Oh, yeah. Used to be a waste facility if I remember rightly. Nobody was ever going to live here."

"So, why did the thirteen of you end up here, apart from the fact they were essentially free?"

Joshua took another drink of his whiskey and set it down on the side table, before looking me in the eye. "Let's just say, it gave us all the fresh start we were looking for. I suppose Junhui didn't tell you he stopped being a journalist because he feared someone finding out he lived in the 'Silent Dweller', i.e, the source of much speculation and mystery."

I shook my head, but the casual drop of such a revelation shocked me more.

"Thought not. If his company found out, he'd have to explain himself, and thus everyone knows now. He left quietly."

I sat with this information for a while. Joshua took another drink of whiskey, before getting up and walking over to the fridge. He took out a punnet of grapes then shut the door.

When he sat down on the opposite chair again, he offered me a grape. My shoulders were still tense from that information. I declined.

Details of note from our discussion:

joshua was a strategy consultant for a major business, but left not long after he moved in

project drawbridge switched contractors multiple times

2A wanted his (joshua's) apartment, but joshua refused to switch

3B leaves the apartment block the most

the last person who entered the apartment block was a potential investor, in 2020 - he heard noise coming from 1A, and thought it was haunted, promptly leaving

drawbridge drew its 'silent dweller' reputation from this event

3A is not a horrible person by any means, he just has strong opinions

1B is the youngest resident

1A is a very social person - he held a housewarming party in his apartment back in 2018

6A can be quite defensive but he's not horrible - he's really just a calm, reserved person

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× you arrived at the silent dweller, only to find not all was as it seemed.. ×

You arrived at the Silent Dweller. Fitting name, you thought. Based on your research, there were eight floors and fourteen apartments: ground floor (0) had a reception desk and a wall of mailboxes, and there were two apartments on each floor from 1-7.

You took a printed photo out of your bag of what the block looked like upon completion six years ago. Holding it up in front of your face, the difference was staggering. The building now looked so desolate by comparison.

Lowering your hand, you swallowed the bitter taste of saliva down.

A chill swept over you and messed with the nearby trees. The wind whistled against the panes of glass separating the dark interiors of the building from the warm invite of the outside world.

Your car called to you, almost sounding its alarm in an attempt to get you running back to it, but it was too far away despite the thirty-second distance. You put the photo back in your bag and took a deep breath.

With your first step towards the Silent Dweller, you pushed away the warmth until you were firmly inside the building.

Six floors up, a figure stepped away from the window.

The first surprise was that the door was even unlocked and able to be opened. You instantly felt like the disturbance, an unwanted presence, and yet that didn't deter you. You carefully took one, two, three more steps in.

A tiny, abandoned reception desk sat immediately to your left, and ahead was both an elevator and a door leading to a set of stairs. Upon closer inspection, you recognised an OUT OF ORDER sign on the elevator, and wondered just how long that had been there and why it had never been fixed if people did actually live here.

You passed the reception desk, chest riddled with nerves and uncertainty. You caught a glimpse of a folded up piece of paper tucked under the computer's keyboard, seemingly untouched since it was first put there.

Tilting your head to the side, brows furrowed in perplexion, you tried to read the rather messy handwriting; your eyes widened in shock.

read this if you're feeling brave, nosy fucker stranger

You jolted back from the desk as though the piece of paper spoke to you. It was so unabashedly harsh that you almost wanted to turn away, but something pulled you in, and you eventually grabbed the folded page from under the keyboard and opened it up.

oh, so you actually picked this up, eh? good news you're the chosen one. kidding, of course but hey, if it makes you feel better, who am i to judge? welcome to .. what is it they call this place? the silent dweller or some shit? fucking hell it's such a shit nickname. whoever came up with it needs to be fired. i'm guessing you're not too busy because you've found time to actually come here. what a strange one you are. no one comes here, we're like the lost city of atlantis or something. we actually liked it like that, but of course there's also all the, ooh scary place, how bizarre and strange, don't go there!! we're just thirteen regular guys. we didn't bring attention to ourselves. in fact it's other people who have given this place the attention. calling it the "silent dweller" and stuff. that's why i'm calling you a nosy fucker but.. that's quite harsh actually let me go change it.. that's a bit better .. more accurately reflects you. i mean.. you are kind of a nosy fucker though.. and you're probably a journalist. even worse. if you are a journalist go straight to 6B. don't go to 3A. unless you want a fight. anyways that's it. thanks for visiting the silent dweller. or whatever you wanna call it. don't call it that though. anything but that. what a shit nickname. - 4B

You gripped the paper in your shivering hands, the intensity of the words looming over you like a warning beacon. It was like a figure tapping you once, twice, three times on the shoulder, laughing in your ear and subtly pushing you towards the stairs while castigating you for even thinking to step through the door.

and you're probably a journalist. even worse.

Wow, you thought. Read me for filth, why don't you, rang the sarcasm in your head.

if you are a journalist go straight to 6B

6B? You had no idea what you'd find there, of course, other than the man living there. Is he a journalist himself? Does he hate journalists and it's a setup for an ambush?

You looked down at the paper again.

don't go to 3A. unless you want a fight.

That was the moment you suddenly came back to life.

Your eyes widened in fear and you threw the piece of paper on the floor.

Holy fuck.. holy fuck.. people live here?!

Sweat began to build along your hairline and you clutched your bag close to you. Your legs started to shake and it felt like you were going to lose your balance.

People live here.. people live here..

The panicked voice in your head only strengthened when you looked to the ceiling. Standing outside the building, you couldn't even begin to tell that the apartment block had any residents at all.

It was called the Silent Dweller - there was no evidence to suggest..

A shiver trickled down your spine. No evidence.

That didn't necessarily mean no one moved in.

It just meant there was no record of it.

Step by step, you backed away from the elevator and set of stairs but they only seemed to be getting closer, as if the walls were narrowing the space between you.

Just then, a large gust of wind howled right through the window, and with low clouds sitting heavy in the sky, you were certain it was beginning to rain.

You drew the paper on the floor into sharp focus as it sat pristinely. The words floated their way towards you, and you remembered one section that stood out above all.

no one comes here, we're like the lost city of atlantis or something. we actually liked it like that, but of course there's also all the, ooh scary place, how bizarre and strange, don't go there!!

It was that that made you finally relax.

Thirteen regular guys, isolated in this apartment block, no evidence that they ever moved in. No one's ever come here and this block has been reduced to a shell of its imposing exterior and distance from the rest of the local community.

i mean.. you are kind of a nosy fucker though..

With firm strides, you approached the piece of paper and picked it up from the floor to give it a second read.

Whoever wrote this was deeply frustrated with both the attention, and the reputation. And the nickname.

don't call it that though. anything but that. what a shit nickname.

What a shit nickname.

Folding the piece of paper, you placed it back under the keyboard and took a breath. To your right was the wall of mailboxes. Looking closer, you noticed they were all shut tight, and you were not about to snoop and see if any were unlocked. Not your mail, not your business.

There were seven rows of mailboxes, two to each row, and there was an A and a B assigned to each number. 1A, 1B, 2A, 2B, 3A, 3B, 4A, 4B, 5A, 5B, 6A, 6B, 7A, 7B.

What struck you was that there were only thirteen residents, despite there being fourteen apartments. You pondered briefly why no one ever moved into the fourteenth apartment, or if someone did, and that they moved out.

Another glance towards the set of stairs made you feel dizzy.. Was this really a good idea? Should you really be doing this?

Perhaps it was time to leave the Silent Dw- the apartment block, get back in your car and drive away..

The phone began to ring.

Not your phone. The one at reception.

Its loud, dulcet tones reverberated off every wall like it had never seen a caller since it was first installed.

It startled you, and you placed a hand over your chest. Jesus, fuck.

Staring at the phone on the desk, you had both never been so compelled to answer, and so compelled to run at the same time.

These guys were strangers! At the end of the day, you had no idea what you were getting yourself into, and there could absolutely not be a worse idea-

You picked up the phone.

Curiosity was never going to kill a journalist.

"May I just say, first of all, how completely and utterly unsurprising it is that you answered?"

You swallowed. The tone on the other end was flat, neutral, not menacing in the least and yet, that made it ten times more terrifying.

"A- Are you from 6B?"

"Let me guess, that was in that note of his? Classic move, bastard."

The last three words were muttered, and said in a way that was not directed at you. You surmised it was for the man responsible for the letter.

"Yes, I am in 6B." The sigh of exasperation was palpable. "I suppose he also put something to the effect of 'go there if you're a journalist' or something?"

You furrowed your brows. This was deeply disconcerting. "Y- Yes. How did you-"

"Because he has a propensity for pissing me off. It's his bread and butter." Another sigh. "I guess if you'd like to come up you can."

You were ready to fling the phone to the other side of the room. "Come up?" you asked, flabbergasted.

"Yes? I wouldn't mean it in any other way."

"Well.." You hedged your bets for mere seconds. "Is there a reason why 4B may have directed me to you?"

"So you are a journalist," he said noncommittally. There was a drawn out pause. "I'll say this. I share your experience."

For a second, you thought you knew what he meant, but in the end realised you would never know unless you actually had a conversation with him. "Right. And 3A?"

"Oh, don't tell me he mentioned that.."

"Only in part. Just a word about not going to 3A unless I want a fight."

"For your own sake, I'd actually listen to that."

Joys, you thought. Someone in this apartment actively wants to spar. Can't imagine what that would be like.

"As I said, I am in 6B. Sixth floor. Don't take the elevator, it's been broken for.. months."

"You never called the maintenance people?"

"And call greater attention by actually announcing that people live here? We've already got the name and the bloated stories, let us enjoy our solitude."

You hummed at that, unable to argue, while also unable to reconcile that you were essentially disrupting said solitude.

The man at the other end sensed this hesitation. "I would like to believe you've come from genuine understanding. An empathetic perspective. Rather than to drill holes in our walls and yell our names to the public."

You considered the words as you chewed on the inside of your lip, nerves teeming through every pore. "I didn't come here with the idea that someone definitely did live here. In fact, when I saw the note and read it and it sank in that people did, I was ready to go and leave you all! I feel like I've disturbed you and I don't want to cause you further trouble.."

The man scoffed a little, a tiny smirk forming. "Then I welcome you to the Silent Dweller. We all genuinely hate that nickname."

The humour wasn't lost and you couldn't help but chuckle. What a bizarre exchange. "Is there a name you would all prefer?"

"Call it by its project name. Do you know it?"

Rolling your eyes, you shook your head to yourself. He chuckled at the silence, waiting patiently to see if you'd answer.

For a second you thought you weren't going to give into this game, but you figured you'd rather just say it and not throw the whole conversation to the void.

"Project Drawbridge. Or just Drawbridge for short. Because of its distance from the local community, it was likened to needing a drawbridge to get to it, like you'd need one for a castle."

You didn't see it, but the man smiled. "6B. And what is your name?"

With a huff, you pushed your shoulders back. "N."

"Well, N, I will see you in a few minutes."

The phone clicked, and you put the receiver down.

You couldn't even begin to comprehend what just happened there.

The folded piece of paper that you tucked back under the keyboard almost started clawing its way out from its grasp. Picking it up again, you shoved it in your bag and inhaled, then exhaled.

6B. I guess I shouldn't keep him waiting.

What the fuck was going on? You found you didn't have much time to answer. Your hand was already pushing the door to the stairs, bypassing the elevator as both the OUT OF ORDER sign and the man from 6B instructed.

The second you were in the stairwell, you wrapped your arms around yourself. There was zero insulation and although the fire exit was shut, it still seemed to be letting in a draft somehow. You wondered if there was a stray window open somewhere.

Gazing up, you saw the flights of stairs that would take you between all seven of these floors.

Two flights of stairs later and you were confronted with a closed set of double doors that led to the first pair of apartments. You didn't dawdle, and continued the path up the stairs, tensing slightly at the third floor when you remembered 3A was the apartment to avoid.

By the time you reached the sixth floor, you were quite tired.

After taking a few seconds to catch your breath, you opened one of the doors and waltzed into the open corridor.

One side, 6A.

On the other, 6B.

No noise was coming from either apartment. Nothing remarkable was to be said about them as well; they both had red doors with a gold plated number and letter in the centre near the top.

The carpet was a similar red. It was a change from the stony tile of the stairwell.

Cautiously sauntering over to 6B, you softly clenched your fist and raised it to knock on the door.

Within seconds, it opened.

A man of average height stood before you, his hair a mix of washed out blonde and brown roots that gently tugged the back of his neck. He wore a cream sweater with black jeans, and immediately you noticed something akin to a coffee stain clinging to the wool near the hem.

"My God-" you blurted, before clasping a hand over your mouth. You knew you had just been talking to this man, but seeing him in the flesh is quite surreal.

"N." He held out his hand. "Pleasure to make your acquaintance."

You returned the gesture, shaking it. "Pleasure's all mine."

"Come in." He stepped to the side, and you nodded your head in gratitude before entering and taking off your shoes.

After shutting the door behind him, he moved to stand in front of you.

"Allow me to introduce myself: I'm Wen Junhui."

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the sticky tab series | sticky tab four: 4B

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"How about I phone him and let him know his master plan worked?"

Joshua said the two words so sarcastically I almost snorted. We had talked about the message, and I even gave it to him to read. Joshua wasn't surprised, but he also couldn't believe it.

His suggestion put me at odds. Aside from the man from 3A, the guy who wrote the message was the one I felt most worried to be confronted by. Joshua recognised this in my expression. "Trust me, Vernon's not a guy to be scared of." He unlocked his phone and tapped a few buttons.

Vernon.

The dialling tone rang so loudly I could tell Joshua had it on speaker. Eventually, a low voice spoke. "Joshua? What do you want?"

"You actually decided to run your smart mouth off in a note and leave it on the desk at reception, didn't you?"

Vernon cackled at that. "I told you I would, didn't I? Nobody believed me, well, apart from Soonyoung."

Soonyoung?

"Yeah, well your attempt at being funny has kinda cost you a bit."

The whole world seemed to go silent. Vernon didn't speak until he muttered a genuinely perplexed, "What?"

Joshua looked at me with a smug grin on his face. "Leave the door to your apartment open, you'll see why in a sec."

My face grew.. unamused at this. It was clear to me that at least some residents here were no strangers to playing games and pulling pranks but, to be pushed as a mystery to be revealed didn't feel so great.

I suppose at that point I realised just how some of them felt.

Before Vernon could reply, Joshua ended the call. He set his phone on the table and stood up, inviting me to leave the apartment with him and go downstairs to meet Vernon. I shoved my journal and pen back in my bag and followed him out of his home.

We headed down to the fourth floor. Music was coming from 4B, and 4A was comparatively quiet. I wondered if the Soonyoung that Vernon had mentioned on the phone lived in 4A..

Joshua waltzed over to 4B, but before he could knock, the door opened, and Joshua let out an, "Ah!"

"The fuck is going-" When he noticed me he jumped. "Fucking he- who the fuck-" I myself flinched at his reaction. He pointed towards me and spoke to Joshua between gritted teeth, words I couldn't make out, but I knew they were no short of bewilderment.

Joshua waved a hand. "Calm the fuck down, they just read your note and y'know.. everything you put in it."

Vernon looked as though his entire life was going to shatter. "I just put that note there to be funny! I didn't think anyone was gonna come here and read it!"

"Well, someone has! You've got a lot to answer for. Have fun!" Joshua waved, then passed me by with a smile before going back up to his apartment.

Vernon and I stood in the hallway at a distance that seemed like acres apart. I didn't want to take a single step forward, visions of the floor collapsing running rings around my head. He clutched his short, black hair and muttered something to the effect of, 'you've gotta be fucking kidding me..'

His words came back to me - 'I just put that note there to be funny!' - and told him that we didn't need to talk about it if it was all just a joke that I took way too seriously.

He let out a long, drawn sigh and said, "Do you have the note?" I confirmed and took it out of my bag to prove it. "Did you.. actually go up to 6B?"

I explained about the phone ringing at reception, and how it was 6B - Junhui - that called. I went on to tell him what subsequently happened, and he nearly disintegrated into the carpet.

"So that's the noise I heard not too long ago? Junhui and Wonwoo arguing again because.. And now you're here because.." I hid my lips and stared at the floor. "Fucking hell, Junhui."

"Again, I can leave if you-"

"No- No, um.. I guess.." He stepped to the side. "There is something I'd like to say."

date of birth: 18/02/1998

date moved in: 06/05/2019

The first thing Vernon did was turn the music off. It was 2000s indie rock, a band I probably knew but couldn't place. He exhaled and turned back to me. "I still cannot believe you read the fucking note."

I answered him honestly, "It caught my attention. Reading through it I could sense frustration. I didn't know anyone lived here, I thought it was empty just like everyone else. Finding this note is what told me differently."

"And then Junhui decided to phone reception and.. here we are." He took a seat on a bean bag chair in the corner of the room near a widescreen TV and pulled something out of his pocket. Right away I could see it was a vape. He told me to take a seat on the sofa across from him, and so I did.

I unfolded the piece of paper in my hand and decided to read some of it aloud, "'You are kind of a nosy fucker though.. And you're probably a journalist. Even worse.'"

Vernon snorted a laugh and took a hit of his vape. "I said that 'cause really, who likes journalists?" I hummed to myself; it is true, journalists aren't particularly loved. "But I don't really mean anything by it. Honestly, I was kinda freaked out that someone would genuinely visit this place and wanna write a story about it. I figured if someone did turn up, they must've done a lot of digging to work out there were people living here."

That was exactly what Wonwoo had said. I looked up at him. Vernon asked me for my name, so I told him. I then mentioned the footnote he added about not going to 3A.

"Okay, that was a bit mean of me, I must admit," he said. "He's not rude, he just doesn't like journalists. He probably won't wanna listen to whatever reasons you have for showing up. That's why I mentioned Junhui. If there was anyone who would actually wanna talk to a journalist, it was him since.. he was one, y'know."

We sat quietly for a while. I was unsure of where to take the conversation. By this point I was in way too deep, and understood more about Drawbridge than I ever thought I was going to, or cared to know for that matter.

Vernon eventually questioned why I even showed up. I explained, and I did think myself a broken record, but I knew if I ended up meeting all of them, they were all going to be curious.

"So.. you thought this building was completely empty?" I affirmed this. "Nowhere during your research of this place did anything turn up that there were people living here?"

"There have been theories, but I dismissed them as speculation." Which was true; people had wondered for months whether or not someone had actually taken up residence.

"You fell into the narrative of the 'Silent Dweller'."

My jaw clenched.

"Seriously.. who could really actually believe that no one had lived here at all?"

My heart stopped.

"I'm kinda glad you picked up the note, even if I did just leave it to be funny. Proved my point that if someone wants to go snooping, they'll latch onto any kind of evidence."

Just then, there was a knock at the door. Vernon hopped up to answer it, and I was left frozen to the sofa, head emptying of any and all thoughts.

Upon opening the door, I heard one name, "Wonwoo."

"Is that journalist still here?" It was quite muffled, but I still picked up the words.

"Over there." I could feel both pairs of eyes boring into my back.

"N, is it?"

When Wonwoo called my name, I felt compelled to stand up and face him. Out of shock more than anything, but in retrospect it's no surprise that he learned my name; I think it must've been from Junhui.

"Can I.. have a word?" Vernon shot him a look, but Wonwoo ignored him. I rolled my shoulders back as best as I could and promptly left 4B. Behind me the door slammed shut, which startled both of us. Vernon had nothing more to say to me.

"Junhui and I have had a.. chat. You wanna know some things about Drawbridge, huh? You're not one of those.. shady journalists about to put us on billboards?"

Vernon's words stuck with me. At the end of the day, I did read the note. I did pick up the phone. I did answer Junhui's call to go to 6B. And now I was standing here, in front of Wonwoo, having met five out of thirteen men already and thinking I've understood more than I ever bargained for.

I shook my head before I could even think.

Wonwoo nodded once. "Let's go up to 6B. By the sounds of things, Minghao might want a word too."

I knitted my brows and followed him back up to the sixth floor. Who was Minghao?

Details of note from our discussion:

vernon shared nothing with me about the apartment, except the fact that it's hard to believe anyone fell for the 'silent dweller' narrative

he himself admits that he was mean with his note about 3A

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the sticky tab series | sticky tab two: 5A

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After Junhui saw me out, I stepped out into the hallway to find the door to 6A open; a man wearing glasses stood in the doorway.

When he saw me, his face morphed into vexation. He asked me who the 'fuck' I was, and I remember my shoulders tensing at the bite in his tone.

Junhui warned him off starting any sort of argument, and I heard the name 'Wonwoo'. So I now knew the name of the man who lived in 6A.

Wonwoo ignored Junhui's request, and told me that if I was coming to Drawbridge to get my big break, I should just turn around and leave. I opened my mouth to tell him that that was exactly what I planned on doing, but Junhui cut through and attempted to defend me.

Wonwoo interrupted him. He asked Junhui what he had told me. That was when Junhui encouraged me to leave the building while he talked to Wonwoo. Wonwoo was not happy, and started throwing pointed questions at me about my business here, whether I knew about the fact people lived here, and what digging I did to work that out. I simply explained to him everything that had happened, and he scoffed at me in disbelief.

"Bullshit, you're a journalist," is what he said to me.

I decided it was best if I just left - that's what I'd already decided to do - and pushed open the doors while the two men engaged in an altercation. I got down one flight of stairs, and jumped at the sight of another man standing outside the fifth floor hallway.

He had dark hair down to his shoulders and was wrapped up in a long knitted cardigan. He looked genuinely bewildered to see another human.

My heart was racing. I muttered an apology and continued my descent down the stairs when he stopped me.

The first thing he said was that he wasn't sure if he was imagining it when he heard something going on upstairs. What made him step out was hearing the door to Junhui's apartment open and him talking to someone.

I gave him the cliff notes of what happened and he chuckled heartily. I was quite taken aback; he didn't seem to care about me being there, and was ultimately amused by the whole situation.

"I tell you what," he said, "if you wanna know anything more about Drawbridge, I can tell you all sorts of things. My floor neighbour might have some things he wants to say as well."

My head felt like it was physically turned upside down. I had no idea what to make of anything. The argument was still going on upstairs, and the man before me just rolled his eyes at it.

"Pay no attention to them. They're like this all the time."

I told him I didn't want to step on any more toes. He stared at me for a few seconds, seemingly unsure of how to respond, but then said if I wanted to, the offer was there.

There were still too many things that intrigued me. Like.. how did anyone move in with no record? He was more than willing to tell me, he told me outright that he wanted to share the 'juicy shit'. That's when he introduced himself as Yoon Jeonghan.

I realised upon entering that 5A was one of the smaller apartments. Jeonghan told me he didn't care for space much, and wanted somewhere he could comfortably live with minimal maintenance. He mentioned 5B was equally small and had a similar floor plan.

Jeonghan made us both tea and we sat in his kitchen. He seemed ready to talk, as though he'd been waiting for this moment all his life.

"I get why Junhui doesn't want this place exposed. We've lived without the need to worry about landlords and shit for years. We still pay for the electricity and water, but that's on our own terms. We all sorta pitch in."

I asked him if a lack of a landlord is what resulted in no account of anyone moving in. Jeonghan said that was essentially true.

"There was a landlord at one point, but very briefly. He didn't think there was any point in trying to rent out flats nobody would take so, he left for another development project. Did Junhui tell you this building almost didn't go through?" I nodded. "The selling points weren't selling points at all. It was so unmarketable, even on paper."

"So.. they were essentially free apartments to take?"

"Exactly."

Details of note from our discussion:

jeonghan and 5A have been friends for a while and moved in near enough the same time, but jeonghan officially did before him

jeonghan was the third person to move in

2B is born the same year as both of them

4B likes to play loud music; it gives both he and 5A a headache

they all have things to say about each other, it's no secret

jeonghan finds the 'silent dweller' thing hilarious - he wishes he could indulge it

jeonghan is unemployed but wants to write a book

he hasn't seen 7A since either of them moved in

the first floor residents are the nicest people in the building

they all signed an agreement to help pay for things, but have learned to take care of everything themselves over the years

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the sticky tab series | sticky tab one: 6B

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× series masterlist × main masterlist × × <- previous × next -> × seventeen (ot13) x gn!reader genre: mystery, thriller, drama warnings: journalist!reader, former journalist!jun, explicit language, smoking, written as a journal entry in the first person, discussions about journalism, dates given in dd/mm/yyyy word count: 748 taglist: @hipsdofangirl × @strawberri-uyu × @asyre × @minhui896

When I stepped into his apartment, the first thing I caught was the scent of tobacco mixed with a dried out reed diffuser. I couldn't possibly say what the scent was, but something tells me it was earthy.

Speaking of tobacco, one of the first things I learned is that Junhui is a smoker. I'm not, so I declined his offer. He wasn't rude about it - he spared me a 'suit yourself' and just sat down on his leather three-seater.

I sat on the matching two-seater. Comfortable, but judging by the wear it was likely a few years old. The dried diffuser was on a side table pressed against the wall on the other side of the room. The kitchen was to my left and there was a pair of double doors that opened out to a balcony.

Junhui apologised to me for what the man from 4B wrote in his letter, though he admitted while he knew a note had been mentioned, he didn't believe the man actually went through with writing and leaving it. The second he heard me mention his apartment name, it twigged in an instant. "I should've known that bastard would actually do it. Like I said he's got a propensity for pissing me off."

He asked me why I came to the building, informing me that he saw me arrive from his apartment window, pointing to the set of double doors. I explained my reasoning and he seemed surprised.

"No one ever comes to Drawbridge. People just snap pictures from afar then run off to write bullshit about it." It didn't surprise me that the residents here knew of the reputation. He took more hits from his cigarette as he continued. "And you told me you were ready to turn and leave when you realised people lived here, but you picked up the phone."

He caught me with that. It is true that I had picked up the phone. I fell silent for a while as he studied my expression.

"I get why you did," he said, "you're a journalist at the end of the day. Like I said, I share your experience. I was a freelance journalist at one point. No matter what, we'll take any chance to get a story."

I couldn't believe I was sitting here, having this conversation. I did not expect to turn up to find out there were thirteen residents. I also didn't know at the time what was to come..

I told him, "I am not here to, as you said, 'drill holes in your walls'. In fact, I will be ready to leave after this conversation."

Junhui stared at me then. "I appreciate you not wanting to do that. Though I must admit, it might quell some rumours about this place.."

I raised an eyebrow. "And what of you trying to keep your solitude?"

"I can wish for solitude while wishing the reputation didn't exist."

That struck a chord. I wondered how many other residents here felt the same way. At the time, I considered I wouldn't be getting those perspectives.

"I suppose.. as long as you don't go ahead and make this whole situation public in the way only a journalist would-" He gave me a knowing look; I held back from rolling my eyes. "..Then I suppose I can tell you a little something, former journalist to current journalist."

I didn't know how to respond. Initially, I wasn't going to take him up on his offer, but I already felt that I'd made a vow.

I pulled out my journal, to which he smiled. It was rather frustrating in its smugness but.. it was clearly the smile of understanding.

'I share your experience.'

Details of note from our discussion:

junhui was the fifth person to move in

junhui took 6B as he felt it had the nicest kitchen

project drawbridge almost didn't go through

several investors were sceptical of its tenancy power

junhui doesn't know who lived in 7B

7A is the only person who knows about it (and he hasn't shared that info)

junhui doesn't get on well with 6A

junhui stopped being a journalist in 2021

3A doesn't talk to him because of his experience in journalism

people have made small efforts to remove the 'silent dweller' name from searches after learning what the project name is

3B was the last person to move in

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