⭒𝚛𝚞𝚗, 𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚢. 𝙧𝙪𝙣.

━  ❖ ( kim hyunjin, cis female, she/her ) hey thank you for coming to town hall to update your information shim yunhee! you’re a citizen, correct? good to know! are you enjoying yourself around yunhwa? you’ve been staying here for your 18 years right? i’m glad! remind me, are you born on 08/01/2000? we’re so lucky to have someone so responsible around as an assistant at  gangmoon gas station even if sometimes you can be stubborn. hope to see you around house #3021, hwesakgu!

hello, everyone! i’m nari and i’m in the -6 timezone. im really excited to be here with my little mess yunhee: she’s quite the townperson and it’s been a while since she last felt anything remotely close to “like” towards yunhwa but she might be getting there now that she’s kinda forced to live there. i have her pages linked below (though im still working on a couple) and a tldr of her bio under the cut and some wanted connections. if you’re interested in plotting, please drop a like in this post and i’ll reach out to you so we can get to brainstorming <3 

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(...)

Whatever.

Another drag of his cigarette and he looked at his phone tosee how much longer he’ll have to wait until the store opened.

“Hey,” He spoke up, stopping the first person thatcrossed the pavement across him. “Do you know if they work on the weekends?”He jutted his thumb towards the store’s front. “I’ve been waiting here fortwenty minutes now.”

⋆: ― ∘ ･･ weekends shifts are two words that shouldn't be combined in the same sentence, at least not in yunhee’s books. compared to the rest of the week, those two days were always the busiest ones at the station. despite being a small place, there was a steady influx of people coming and going to either get something from the store, refill their tanks or ask the mechanic to check their motors and fix something that ‘sounds weird’.

there was a single benefit to it, and it was that they had a late start. even that didn’t make up for her shift stretching into the late night due to the overwhelming amount of work and tasks that she had to do before heading home.

at least, she wasn’t the last one leaving; the stubborn mechanic deciding that her help wasn’t needed was almost always the one closing up.

that morning, yunhee was supposed to get there a little earlier to make sure everything had been restocked properly and that the numbers in the books matched those in the prehistorically slow computer, but a late start and a faulty alarm were the ones to blame for her tardiness.

she was rushing towards the station, or trying to, when she was stopped by none other than the mechanic himself.

yunhee can’t help the displeased expression upon her face, which soon was replaced by incredulity at his question. “what-?” she asks with a frown, the first thought in her mind was that he was surely just kidding. 

                                                            ( with @yunheeyh continued from x )

    he let out a huff of air through his nose, half bemused it managed to rile some sort of reaction out of her rather than the biting words he usually got, half disappointed that resorting to horribly cheesy lines were the only thing that seemed to be working for him. he sways from his spot when she pushes him, but he tries not to tumble out of balance in case he break something and get on his future mother in law’s bad side.

     "i can finish before she gets back,“ he answers indignantly before getting back to work, ducking his head under the sink in order to hide the smile blossoming on his lips. despite the amount of time that has passed between them, he’s still giddy like a young school boy.

     “i came here for the sink, not an entire shelf. when the hell did i become a butler instead of a handy man?”

⋆: ― ∘ ･･ she simply settles onto the couch, grabbing a random magazine while seemingly not paying any attention to kitae. yunhee tries to keep a straight face while pretending to be unaffected by his presence. in reality, though, she can’t help glancing at him every couple of seconds and raising the magazine a little higher in order to hide an all-too-contented smile that easily curls her lips.

usually, yunhee would be annoyed, livid even when deciphering her mother’s intentions with how often she’s called kitae over… their house apparently having one too many things to fix. that day, however, she didn’t feel all that bothered with having him around, but she didn’t  feel compelled to admit the reason why yet.

a random starter for @yunheeyh· / ✨ !

yunhee serves a good purpose, sitting with her leg bound up in a boot, which is just sitting. there’s not much the two of them can do together that doesn’t require her to try to wobble around miserably, and sejun can take only so much misery. his pencil sketches lightly in his worn sketchbook, one of many that he carries around with him in his bag. the festival wasn’t a great place to draw, nor did he have the patience for the tourists thinking that he was an artist for sale, so they’re off to the side to keep out of the way of strangers. 

“do they really just make you sort car parts?” he says referring to her job as a pseudo mechanic, probably just a hire to keep up with the business’s diversity numbers. “i mean you can generally scoot under a car on one of those little scoot… things…” he adds, having absolutely no idea what mechanics actually do besides use wrenches and get oil all over themselves. “let me know if you need a break, by the way. i know it’s hard to be stationary… if you need me to carry you to get some juice or something, i’ve got you.”

⋆: ― ∘ ･･ the festival is meant to be enjoyed, however, after a couple of hours it's nothing but tedious to navigate her way around the crowd whilst constantly muttering apologies to the people she kept accidentally bumping into. saying that yunhee was relieved when spotting sejun in the crowd would be an understatement and she couldn't be more grateful when he suggested they went to a calmer place.

her inquisitive nature has her trying to steal glimpses of whatever he's drawing, but without wanting to be too intrusive so she settles with casually peeking every now and then. "for the most part they do." she reckons with a shrug, stretching her arms over her head. "but the owner recently agreed on letting me fix some minor issues so that's fun." yunhee can't help the little smile that bloomed from his words. "those things are called 'creepers'. quite a name, huh?"

(...)

“this is what we are gonna do, pay attention i ain’t repeating myself!” he says as he offers her a hand. “i will put you safe and sound sitting over here, in the safety of my beautiful bike. you’ll stay there, behaved like a good girl, while i secure your crutches at the rear of the bike and then we will be off to the restaurant. fucking simple and perfect.” he says it all in one single breath and smiles afterwards, proud of his stupid little plan. 

he motions he is about to carry her bridal style, but before he gets too close he stops mid-way and looks at her with raised brows. “for my plan to work i will need to do this. are you comfortable about that, babe?” 

⋆: ― ∘ ･･  “have you ever wondered why am i obsessed with cars instead of bikes?” she asks, but doesn't really give jiho time to answer as she continues. “exactly. safety. four doors, or even two doors are always better than no doors at all. and don't even get me started on the seatbelts.”

it was a feeble attempt to talk her way out of riding the dreaded vehicle, even considering trying to convince him to hail a taxi instead, but the moment he beckons her closer she knows she's a lost cause. giving up, she sighs in defeat only to roll her eyes afterwards at his last statement. “you might want to rethink that, i rarely pick up the phone.”

under his request, yunhee listened carefully to him and more than once did she had to stop herself from chuckling; the devotion jiho had for his bike was the sole reason behind it. “okay, okay. sounds like a plan.” but not a very good one, she refrains from saying. “just get us there in one piece and i'll never doubt you or your beautiful bike." there's hints of mockery as she speaks, but she disguises them with a small smile while stepping closer to him.

sleepy mind suddenly racing, juno knew he had no good cover story for this — he had been so sure that anyone working would already be long gone by now that he hadn’t even bothered to come up with a lie in case he’d gotten caught, and that assumption was now back to bite him in the ass.

frowning at her first assumption, juno let go of his tool and stood up to face the woman, stuffing his hands in his pockets and hunching his shoulders like a little kid who got caught. “i wasn’t trying to steal the car, i don’t even have my license.” although he had desperately wanted it as a teenager, there was no way to justify the expense — his mom didn’t own a car, and practically all of yunhwa was reachable by walking. knowing he’d been caught red handed, it became increasingly obvious that his only option was to come clean, no matter how much he hated the idea.

“i was just …” the words seemed to get lost in his throat as he felt his face heating up, looking anywhere but the woman in front of him. “looking. for something.” the words came out clunky and unnatural, an obvious lie. “i wasn’t stealing anything.” he added quickly, meeting the other’s eyes in hopes that she would believe him and hopefully not call the cops on him.

⋆: ― ∘ ･･ through their years living in the same town, yunhee has certainly heard of the rumors that surround juno and is well informed of the reputation that precedes him. after all, her family seemed to have some sort of history with his, more specifically with his father. completely disregarding this, as usual, she has never let any of this affect her opinion of him. sure, he was a little rude in high school, but who isn't when going through puberty?

nonetheless, remaining neutral and granting him the benefit of the doubt under the current circumstances proves to be quite the challenge. yunhee really, really wanted to believe his words, but the disregarded tool on the ground and the admission of being looking for something makes her squint at him for a brief moment. "juno, i really wish i could believe you..." the girl says while rubbing her forehead as a sign of evident distress. "but would you buy it if you were in my place?"

(...)

“excuse me, we don’t have time to listen to you whine like a child. if you’re looking to cause a ruckus i’m sure you know where to find the local delinquents in town to keep you company. and if you’re lost i’m sure the police would be more than happy to guide a delirious resident like yourself back home.” yoogeon simply cuts off the old man’s tirade off, giving him a hard cold stare. “and frankly speaking, i’m tired of hearing the bullshit this conservative town comes up with when it comes to women doing things like working on your car.”

with his piece made, yoogeon turns to face the girl before handing her his credit card, giving the old man no chance to retort. “i need a fill for my car. premium gas.”

⋆: ― ∘ ･･ yunhee had the sole intention of pretending like she was paying attention, concealing any feelings of annoyance and disgust with a mask of repentance and embarrassment. in the middle of silently crafting a fake apology to appease the client in hopes for this to be over and done with, the newcomer stood between her and the raging man. this single action had her looking at him with eyes like saucers, certainly not expecting someone, much less a stranger, to get into the middle of the other man’s monologue.

she had to force herself not to smile despite the guy’s statements and the look of disbelief in the older’s face. yunhee is able to immediately tell that he’s not used to anyone shutting him down and she kind of wanted to see how things turned out, but regardless of how amusing it was, she knew that things were a step away from getting unnecessarily messy. before the older man had the chance to sputter whatever nonsense he was about to, yunhee stepped to the side with her business smile on.

“sorry about the misunderstanding, sir. your car is actually ready to be taken home, the mechanic fixed the issue themselves and i was just cleaning the motor.” successfully calming down the other man, yunhee casted a complicit look at the new guy, silently asking him to not saying anything else and hoping it’d translate properly. “i’ll just close the hood and give you the keys.” only getting a grunt as a reply, yunhee gets to work, giving a last checkup to the motor while fiddling with a couple of wires.

karma has always been something that yunhee has let run its natural course.

at that moment, however, she thought of giving it a helping hand. nothing that’d endanger the man’s safety, but something that’d undoubtedly make him return to the station… and she’d make sure to not be around that day.

“ready, sir.” the girl offers the keys followed with a bow and another apology, trying her best to ignore the muttered remark criticising her speed or how he’d complain about everything to her boss. she bids a polite farewell and allows a “conceited asshole” to escape her lips before approaching the other guy.

“i’m so sorry for that and for making you wait.” she starts saying, clearly embarrassed even though she wasn’t at fault. “and thank you for what you said. you really didn’t have to, but i appreciate it.” there's sincerity in her voice as she glanced at the direction the man left to. 

“huh? wait - don’t call the police!” as soon as those words leave his mouth, he realizes how suspicious that makes him sound, and he contemplates the possibility of just turning tail and running away. (but the smart and logical part of him, which has not yet lost its voice amidst the mental turmoil, tells him that would make things worse.)

slowly, he inches back out of his cover, the picture of awkward guilt. “i wasn’t… i mean… i’m not doing illegal activities…” his cheeks flush, gaze skirting the edges of the girl’s face, and he ducks his head. she sounded pretty angry just then, and he wonders how much of a nuisance his presence had been the past few days, unbeknownst to him. “…or… planning them. i promise. really promise.”

hands clasp together.

“i just - …” defeated, head ducking lower and lower; “wanted to see how you fix cars.”

⋆: ― ∘ ･･ it isn’t a surprise that her demeanor immediately changed at the admission, even more with how the guy seemed utterly embarrassed of being caught. he no longer posed a threat, at least not when everything she could detect from him was shyness and not any other intention.

it was almost hilarious how, compared to her initial conclusions, this guy seemed like a bundle of nerves the more he kept on talking. “i won’t call them, don’t worry” she assures him with a small laugh and a dismissive motion of her hand. “i believe you, i really do” yunhee says, mimicking a part of his statement with a mischievous smile.

(...)

he shrugs, turns back to the parents and offers the best smile he can muster up in the moment without giving away the fact that this is all a game to him and he’s the one with the red hands. “suuuuper super sorry for the inconvenience, though! yunhee and i will build this up good as new, and then youuu guys—” he pauses briefly, looking at the kids, “—can play an even better game of jenga. it’ll be so good. if you go grab a bite to eat, you’ll come back and it’ll be like we were never even here.”

⋆: ― ∘ ･･ yunhee didn't really know what she was expecting when asking eunsang to say the truth. perhaps, hoping that he’d honor the friendship they had by being honest for once. maybe to even help her clear her name or, at the very least, not to add even more dirt to it. another part just knew she had invested a little too much trust in him. if the outcome of past situations that have been eerily similar wasn't enough for her to realize, maybe she will this time around.

“yes, the truth!” yunhee demands, glancing nervously back and forth between the parents, their kids and eunsang. she even tried to put what she’s learnt as the ‘younger’ sibling in use by casting him a pleading look, one akin to ‘puppy’ eyes. she knows her efforts are pointless when noticing a minimal twitch in the corner of his lips.

it only lasts for a second and anyone else would second-guess about whether having actually seen it. yunhee, on the other hand, knew exactly what it meant and it had her face immediately dropping.

the mention of her apparent unmeasured strength earns her pointed looks from the parents and a couple of disapproving hums from the children. i should’ve definitely pushed him harder, is one of her thoughts while she somehow managed to cross her arms over her chest, an annoyed frown upon her face. when he asks if there’s anything else to add, she has to refrain from loudly cursing at him.

“nothing to add.” she deadpans, but when noticing that they were expecting something else from her, yunhee sighs in defeat while forcing a polite smile on her face. “other than an apology. i'm really sorry i didn't measure my strength. like my dear friend here just said, we’ll have the tower ready by the time you come back.”

(...)

     “last i checked, i didn’t need it to sit where i wanted to.” he dropped his hand, somewhat apologetic for being unable to help himself. a heavy sigh leaves his form, and he chooses instead to squint at the sun. 

     “you looked bored sitting here alone. thought the least i could do was come and entertain you. these events are meant to be enjoyed, not a time to sit and mope.” 

⋆: ― ∘ ･･ yunhee never thought the day would come where she’d witness yunhwa and seoul merging together, much less into a single person. the two had stark differences between them; one a quiet town and the other a bustling city. beyond that, she considered yunhwa to be a place of beginnings and seoul of bitter goodbyes. yun kitae oddly fit both categories; the plaza marking where everything started with an innocent meeting and her dorm the place where their unhappily ever after took place.

for the longest, she assumed things would stay that way. with him just being a part of her past; a lovely but painful one to remember. now, it seemed like he was stubborn to be part of her present and she didn’t quite know how to classify him anymore. was this a chance for a do-over? or simply part of an arduous and more permanent goodbye?

yunhee felt like tiptoeing on a tightrope of uncertainty whenever she was around him.

“last i checked, this is still considered my personal space and you’re just trespassing.” was he though? yunhee knows first hand he could’ve sat even closer, but she still had the innate need to pick on everything he did in hopes of pushing him away. listening to him speak while coming to his own conclusions had her rolling her eyes while finally having a bite of her ice cream.

(...)

            there’s adrenaline rushing through his veins after the initial round. he changes his posture and settles into a comfortable position as the minutes pass by, not even noticing who his opponents are. until one of them utters something, a familiar voice shattering his focus. he finally turns his head over. notices the glare, and as each time they meet, returns it with no form of expression.      “  ruin it?  “    he  breaks gaze from her towards the owner of the booth, who smiles at him and offers a thumbs up. mild amusement drips off his words when jiwon speaks again.        “  damn, if this is what you call ruining shit then i should do it more often. i’m having a lot of fun.  “    

⋆: ― ∘ ･･life was seemingly avid on pushing yunhee into directions and places that she’d much rather strive away from and the town she not so fondly regarded as her birthplace is one of many, many examples of this. somedays are better than others and she was starting to believe that this picnic would count as a brighter one, already warming up to the festivities. but she finds herself challenged to deal with someone she wants nothing to do with, and what was genuine excitement for a game easily turned into displeasure towards jiwon for tarnishing the stall with his mere presence. 

in some occasions, yunhee wonders why she is so keen on holding grudges against a guy that, in reality, has done nothing to her. there’s even a passing thought that crosses her mind about the possibility of friendship between the two had things been different. but, even though he never wronged her directly, he did constantly break her sister’s heart and no matter what he did, if he even attempted to do something, nothing would atone for this. nothing would be enough to make up for every single tear yunmi has shed over him.

dandelion.

@yunheeyh

(...)

“Are you okay?” he calls out as he rushes over, dandelions forgotten behind him. The sun burns the back of his neck as he drops to her side, eyes widening when he sees the cast on her foot. He presses a dandelion-stained hand to her wrist and searches her face, worried eyes meeting hers. “Are you alright?”

⋆: ― ∘ ･･ after a heated argument with her mother, one that quickly escalated and had her naturally storming out of the house with only one place in mind:  naminsan. her mother would have easily been able to catch up with her, but she didn’t, and yunhee deeply appreciated it.

upon arriving, she opted to go through a path she knew too well, one that wasn’t the hiking trail but was still relatively easy to walk by without major inconveniences. at first, the crutches managed to hinder her actions, to the point of making her stumble a couple of times. but after getting a grip and finding an appropriate pace, it became a walk in the park.

yunhee doesn’t believe in magic, but there’s something about the forest that has always helped to ease her mind. that day was no exception and, the further she ventured into the vast land, the less angry she felt. she even came to the realization that perhaps the argument wouldn’t have escalated as much as it did had she taken a step back instead of overreacting.

nonetheless, the ring of her phone disrupted the peaceful silence and, reading her mom’s name on the screen, had her considering letting the call go to voicemail, but she knew better than that. begrudgingly, she picked up the call, attempting to balance the device between her shoulder and cheek in order to keep on walking. yunhee was met with questions of her whereabouts and demands to return immediately, which did nothing but get rid of the passing thought of offering an apology.

“mom, i told you i’m fine. i just went for a stroll...” so, a new argument begins and it’s only over once yunhee promises to return home soon. annoyance takes place in every single one of her following actions, from mimicking the other to angrily grabbing the phone and shoving it into her pocket… all in all childish behaviour.

maybe, she should’ve been more careful on what she was doing instead of mumbling comebacks she should’ve said but thought of too late, because the next moment one of the crutches got tangled with a loose root and it sent yunhee to the ground.

she cursed, loudly this time, and missed completely the sound of footsteps approaching. the girl immediately focused on making sure she was fine when a hand, one that wasn’t her own, wrapped around her wrist. the simple action had her jumping out of her skin and, had she not heard the stranger asking if she was alright, yunhee would’ve cried wolf.

💌  / not accepting !

seona: what are your goals? yunhee: to pet all the dogs. seona: no, fitness goals. yunhee: to be able to run fast enough to pet all the dogs.

sunny’s laugh echos though the street, watching the stranger’s dog prance away after giving him a few good pets. “well, you’re lucky i brought my car and not just my longboard. although, i don’t know how lucky you’ll feel in this car. it’s… pretty shitty. i bought it for like way below blue book value.” sunny holds the door open for yunhee and then closes it once she’s settled into the passenger seat. 

“so,” sunny says, looking behind her as she drives backward. “are you sure you’ve like given up on this whole professional soccer thing? like it just seems kinda sad that it all has to end because of an injury.” sunny sighs a little, looking at her friend. “anyways, do you need to stop anywhere before i bring you home?” 

-ˋˏ …  ask sent by @yunheeyh !

⋆: ― ∘ ･･ it’s easy for yunhee to forget about her worries everytime she has any sort of interaction with a dog, even more so if she gets a happy wag of a tail in return for using an absurd baby voice to praise the creature’s cuteness. she doesn’t even think it twice when answering to seona’s question and she can’t help laughing a little herself. “the luckiest, indeed. when did you learn to skate though? you’re really good at it.” yunhee comments while getting comfortable in the seat. “it goes without saying that you’re more than welcome to bring it to the station. i’m sure we could help this baby, or at least give it a check up.”

her question, however, is not one yunhee has an answer to, even though it’s something she often thinks about. “i mean, i've read articles of some players having a grandeur return after recovering from… well, something like this.” along her words, she gestures towards her foot before sighing. “but, i dont know. the doctor did recommend i don’t do that anymore so… i guess there’s always coaching or something? because have you seen our local team? it sucks.” is what she says in an attempt to sound unaffected, even keeping a smile on her face.

incorrect quote generator : not accepting!

⋆: ― ∘ ･･ anticipation was almost palpable in the air as everyone waited for the performances to start, and the energy she was surrounded with should've been, in theory, contagious. whatsoever, compared to the excited children and the enthusiastic families, yunhee was nothing of that sort. trying to conceal feelings of boredom and irritation, her countenance showcased a monotonous expression for the whole time she was sitting with her family.

that until her eyes landed onto a figure in the distance, one she was familiar with and something close to curiosity sparkled in her gaze. yunhee excused herself, making up a fictional deal with a friend to watch the event together. seemingly convinced, her father only reminded her to not get home too late and, with that, she set off to catch up with jiho.

"hey!" she called out loudly, a mischievous grin on her lips when he turned around, satisfied to realize that she probably interrupted his little plans. "what do you think you're doing?" her question comes with a slight tilt of the head and his answer easily manages to get a chuckle out of her. 'bad things keep happening to me, like i have bad luck or something.' 

“don’t be ridiculous, come on.” comes her answer with a shake of her head as she beckons him closer. the next moment, she’s sitting on the grass and patting the empty space beside her as an invitation for him to join her. 

"listen, jiho. you don't have bad luck." her speech has hints of turning into a reassuring one, especially in the initial softness her tone carries within. one could assume that the girl is about to offer comfort or advice, but her sarcastic smile denotes otherwise. "the reason bad things happen to you is because you're a dumbass." had it been anyone else, she wouldn't even have imagined to say such blunt words, however, it was jiho and she felt comfortable enough to be honest with him. "do you really think leaving and missing all the wonderful performances is going to solve that?"