☁️ hello there, my lovelies ! ♡ —— i’m just making a quick post this afternoon to notify everyone that ( although doing so breaks my heart ! ) myself and haru will be leaving yunhwa for now. i’m currently trying to balance staying on top of coursework for my social work masters, and have also just been offered a part-time internship at a local community organisation ; so between these two things, and trying to remain active in my social life and also take care of myself and my health, that doesn’t leave as much time as i had hoped for me to be active and writing here with all you wonderful humans.
i deeply apologise to all those i am in the midst of writing threads with, and plotting with —— thank you for investing time and thought into interacting with haru, and speaking with me. i appreciate every single one of you and wish you all the very best ♡
when things quieten down for me in the future, i hope to return to you all and continue my writing journey —— but for the meantime, haru and myself will be taking our leave. thank you for making us feel so welcome here ♡♡♡ please take care of, and be kind to yourselves ☁️
haru had been certain that this road would lead back to the bookstore when he started walking along it hours ago. he would have been right, too, had he not been otherwise preoccupied with how lovely and sun-blessed the blue the sky was that afternoon as he approached a fork in the road ( with his gaze trained skyward, haru’s feet had carried him along the left road instead of the right, and his wandering mind was too busy thinking about how a large cloud above him resembled a yunhwa flower —— leaving him unawares of his grave mistake ).
by the time haru realises that he’s strayed down the wrong way and that he’s lost, there’s a dull ache in his feet, and legs, and heart, and head ; and he slows with a tired sigh, then halts entirely. turning to glance behind him he draws in a deep breath ; and with a sad smile he takes in the sight of the endlessly winding road which he now needs to retrace his steps down. “ there’s nothing to do but carry on. ” he resolves in a quiet utterance ; nodding once, as if to encourage himself, before he starts making his way back down the road —— one step, two steps, three —— when.
“ 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝. 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞 ? ” the voice is unfamiliar, but warm, and haru turns to settle his sights upon the source of the voice —— a man in a car, with a smile as inviting as the scent of yunhwa flowers. haru’s first instinct is to deny the help ; carrying himself small and full of apologies —— as if he were a burden —— but there’s something so dearly open, warm, and honest about the man who smiles at him ; and something in haru’s heart which tells him that perhaps the two of them were meant to meet.
worn down by the day’s long journey, haru relents with the bloom of a gentle smile and a nod —— nearing the open car window and crouching the slightest bit to meet the driver’s eyes. “ thank you —— yes, that’d be so wonderful. i’m headed to a bookstore in the naminsan forest —— anshikcheo books. if that’s too out of the way for you, please feel free to drive on —— i truly wouldn’t mind, and i’d be loath to be a burden on you. ”
☁️ hihihihi my soft yunhwa fam petals ! just making a quick ooc post to apologise for the length of my replies / starters thus far ?? this place just i n s p i r e s me, so i am seeming to ramble quite a bit —— and for that, i’m sorry ! please know that there is no pressure whatsoever to length-match ; you could give me a one-line reply and that would still be enough ♡♡♡ also ! i’m quite new myself, but over the next few days i hope to get around to replying to existing ims, welcoming new members, and messaging anyone who is interested in plotting or writing a thread with haru ( give this a heart if you are ! ♡ ). replies to the ice-breakers will also be posted as soon as possible ! i’m back at uni on that social work masters grind though, so my activity might be a little spotty —— but yes !!! i’m still here, i’m still so excited about it, and i can’t wait to write more with all of you ♡
if you’d like to add me on discord to plot, discuss anything about haru or your muse/s, or just chat, please feel free to add me on on watching the sky, blooming again#9626 ♡♡♡ ☁️ okie bye ilu all ! ♡♡♡
the afternoon was warm and inviting —— uncharacteristic for this time in march. it was the perfect kind weather for getting lost in one’s own thoughts, and so moon haru had spent the better of the day swept up in the loveliest of daydreams. he imagined that aejung was here with him ; the soft touch of her fingertips leafing through a much-cherished poetry book, her gentle voice reciting words of love, and the sight of her smile healing over a great wound which haru carried with him everywhere. he missed her, he missed her, it hurt to be without her.
the cold hands of reality grasp haru at with a violent hunger. the daydream shatters.
with a weary soul, haru rises from his place at the bookstore’s counter —— stretching his limbs and shaking off the dust of his heartache with a weighted sigh. “ tea. ” he resolves in a quiet utterance, his gentle footsteps carrying him over to the small café corner of anshikcheo ( woes are none too terrible when pondered over a cup of tea, he remembers aejung telling him one rainy day ). “ halmeonim —— shall we share what’s left of the afternoon and have some tea together ? ” haru asks the kind-eyed, kindhearted grandmother who he finds there, reading a tattered book of sijo poetry. she raises her gaze, considering haru’s request through quaint spectacles. i’ll put the tea on for you —— go take a walk, hm ? clear your mind, and return here less burdened by the sorrow which haunts your eyes.
so haru walks. he breathes in the sweet scent of yunhwa flowers, and for a moment, he thinks he feels those same flowers bloom within his chest. how can that be ? he wonders —— when there is no sunlight within him ; only grey clouds of melancholy. he wanders aimlessly along as the fragile thread of this mournful thought carries him forth ; until his path crosses with that of a familiar face. haru blinks twice, gently ; pulling himself out from the labyrinth of his thoughts —— and then smiles something sad, but something kind nonetheless.
“ jiwon-ssi. ” he greets ; and the way his voice holds the latter’s name is full of a distant yet gentle warmth. “ what a happy accident this is ; crossing paths with you this afternoon. i think my thoughts were about to carry me somewhere faraway ... perhaps to a place beyond a hope of ever being found again. what a mercy it is, having met you here before that happened. ” and how like haru it was, to speak such poetic yet sorrowful words ; deeply confessional —— in such a soft yet casual way.
“ 𝐮𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭, ” is what jiwon says in reply —— leaving haru speechless for a rare and glimmering moment. and he smiles here, head falling to the side as he considers his companion’s words. “ perhaps you’re right. ” is all he says in response ; a look as gentle as the sight of yunhwa flowers blooming across his countenance —— gaze raising to watch the blue expanse of the sky for a small moment, before he returns his attention to jiwon. “ halmeonim is steeping some tea at the moment, if you’ve got some time to spare. if you’d like to sit down a while, have some tea, and rest, you ought to know you’re always welcome to come by. ”
haru was raised in a small, shabby apartment by the river thames in london. being raised by a florist mother, and a luthier father, his childhood seemed to pass by with an uncommon level of gentleness and ease ; accompanied by the vibrant sound of violins and cellos, with his days wrapped up in the sweet scent of flowers.
music, by kevin penkin, is an instrumental piece which i feel captures the gentle sweetness of haru’s childhood quite wonderfully.
haru is raised with an abundance of kindness and love, and so it comes to the boy as naturally as breathing —— the way that he blooms so freely ; and like the vibrant flowers he was named after, there grows to be something so inexplicably bright, and deeply lovely about haru. perhaps this is thanks to his mother ; for as a florist she raises haru not to think of the passage of time through hours and minutes, but through the opening and closing of flowers.
past memories, by ha geunyoung and jo eunjung, is ( yet another ! ) instrumental piece which has a soft and almost magical quality to it. i feel as though haru’s childhood was as gentle as the loveliest of dreams, and past memories makes me feel the same way when i listen to it !
𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 — 𝐛𝐞𝐜 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐠𝐞.
thirteen years old & haru’s world is turned upside down when his mother is diagnosed with als ; a motor neurone disease. in the early days of her diagnosis, haru’s remains the beacon of brightness and warmth that haru has always known her to be. yet as the days pass and darken, haru begins to realise that his mother is human, just like he is, and it is a lesson that he learns quickly : that humans were not made to always be strong. there are flowers wilting on a hospital bedside table —— next to them, there is a woman who is afraid to die and leave her husband and her son in this world without her. haru presses his hands to his mother’s with a tenderness, because if these moments are their last, he wants his hands in hers.
wild heart, by bec sandridge is a song that begins sounding mournful and full of melancholy ; but as the song progresses, there is something beautiful and something of strength in the melody, the sound of the singer’s voice, and the swell of strings which accompany her in the final parts of the song. i feel that this song represents haru’s journey with coping with, and then growing from his mother’s death —— and despite all the melancholy and sadness, this song highlights haru’s bright heart.
𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞 — 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐛𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐞.
once in a blue moon, something inexplicably and perfectly magical happens. such is the case when moon haru —— a boy who feels like he is nothing more than the sum of his sorrows, meets nam aejung for the first time ; and the two help each other heal, and they soon grow to love each other.
dance with me, by beabadoobee captures the feelings of a first love in bloom ; the nerves, the excitement, and the waythat haru felt like, just perhaps, he was made for the sole reason of loving aejung. it’s a soft, romantic, and lovely song —— and it captures he and aejung’s high school sweetheart relationship-turned marriage, perfectly.
어디로 갈까 (𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐢 𝐠𝐨?) — 황푸하 (𝐡𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐮𝐡𝐚).
‘ where should i go ? where should i go ? can’t you hear my heart ? then tell me words of love. it’s late, but come back to me —— please come back. ’
when haru loses aejung in an accident, the healing that he’d begun to suture into his soul after the death of his mother ; unravels until nothing is left but an open wound and a heaped, bloodied pile of string.
where shall i go, by hwang puha, explores loneliness, sorrow, wishing one could go back in time, and wishing someone would come back —— representing this feeling of loss and grief in haru’s life.
𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐬 — 𝐯𝐨.𝐧𝐚𝐢 𝐛𝐫.𝐱𝐱＆𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐧.
‘ in the light of morning i left my bed and street ; past the park and bench where we no longer meet —— i found a path forgotten ( green and evergrown ) ; i followed my own footsteps and walked there on my own. threads : something’s pulling me, i move ahead. ’
it takes six months for haru to tidy up his affairs in london. the funerals, packing away the painful remnants of the life of love he was promised into boxes, visiting the graves of his mother, father, and wife. conversations with ghosts. “ aejung-ah. we never did get to see the yunhwa flowers together, did we ? ”
haru arrives in yunhwa and walks and walks and walks until the ache in his feet distracts from the wound in his soul. he finds his way to aejung’s grandparents bookstore and home in the naminsan forest area ; anshikcheo books —— ‘ sanctuary books ’. deoksu and mija welcome haru into their home as if he were their own grandson, and mija takes his face in her gentle, lined hands ; telling haru that he can stay as long as he needs —— that he’s safe here ; that this is a sanctuary for all, and a sanctuary for him to heal.
threads, by vo.nai br.xx & celeina ann is what i envision haru’s grieving and healing process sounds like ; it evokes feelings of loss, but it also sounds hopeful in its gentle instrumentation and vocals.
𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 — 𝐲𝐨𝐤𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐚.
there’s a tenderhearted but woebloomed man who works at a little bookstore café at the foot of the mountains which border yunhwa. he’s terribly kind, but terribly broken —— and he fills his days with helping others discover their stories, because for the moment, he doesn’t know how to continue on writing his own. since the accident one year ago, haru has felt as though there’s been an essential part of his soul missing ; a deep wound which he fears may never really be able to heal. most days he wakes up with a tear stained pillow and a soul so drenched in sorrow that it feels as though all that he is made of is pain. but on some rare, quiet, and gentle mornings, haru rises with the sun —— he rides his bicycle from yeyun inn to venture on towards anshikcheo books ; a sanctuary for all. on gentle mornings he’ll take a detour, and walk up the mountainside trail at dawn ; lungs burning and body aching until he reaches it. he forgets his sadness for a moment as he steeps in the deep loveliness of yunhwa flowers bloomed along the mountainside. he stands there with tears in his eyes. he breathes in deep. he remembers those he’s lost, and then he carries on. he is full of sorrow, but he also has the courage to hope.
yoogeon doesn’t mean to eavesdrop. the front door of the rustic bookstore that almost blended in with the forest was left wide open. considering the weather was nice yoogeon assumed it was to let in the fresh air. either way, it left his arrival unannounced and with no one tending to the front of the shop he figured roaming around would eventually lead him to someone. so he simply followed what he thought was the sound of voice until he realized it may have been a private conversation he had stumbled upon from what he was hearing.
as yoogeon turned to walk away though, the sight of soft spoken male addressing a cat stopped him. it really shouldn’t have been a shock to yoogeon but the thought of acting similarly to any of the townsfolk in yunhwa - conversing with the cat that had began wandering around the hwesakgu residence that very same week - had goosebumps running down his arms. one of the things keeping yoogeon sane during his stay in yunhwa was that he had nothing in common with the people there. it was a dumb thought really, going as far to say that talking to a cat wasn’t a normal thing in general but it struck something unpleasant in him.
despite having the unwelcome feelings, yoogeon can’t help but wonder what a dream like that would feel like. it’s probably because the presence of the bookstore seems slightly different from everything else in yunhwa that yoogeon manages to even consider that thought. most of his nights don’t contain dreams. the few times that he does, it seems to make him more restless as if he had lost sleep instead.
pondering the idea of how different things might be if yoogeon dreamt more, he doesn’t realize that he’s backed up into the shelf beside him. the wood beneath him creaks and he knows he’s caught the attention of the male now and admits defeat to himself as he steps out.
“i’m sorry i didn’t mean to listen in on your… conversation. i was just looking for a worker or the owner of this place.”
it had been six months since haru had first arrived in yunhwa ; nightmare-chased & sorrow-ravaged as he crossed oceans from england to south korea —— clinging weakly to the hope that, perhaps, a change in sunlight and air might help him escape the harrowing depths of his grief and loss.
it was in this state that he arrived at anshikcheo books : carrying a great wound in his heart, and worrying that this wound might never heal ( afterall ; how many times could a heart endure breaking, before it ceased beating for good ? ). the moment haru stepped inside the bookstore, however, all the darkness and grief which had hung in a shadow over his soul, swapped places with light. the grandparents of his late wife welcomed him in with such warmth ; telling him he was home —— telling him he could stay as long as he liked, and that this was a place of healing. for haru, anshikcheo was a sanctuary away from the sorrows of life ; and he carried in his heart the wish that it could be a sanctuary for others, too.
and so it is of very little surprise that “ welcome, ” is the first utterance which falls from haru’s gently curved lips ; the man pocketing the piece of string he’d been using to keep occupy lily’s attention —— tapping her on the nose gently and running his fingers under her chin before he raises from his knelt position on the floor with a smile. he pauses here for a small moment, appraising the stranger with a warm gaze —— “ please, there’s no need to apologise ; you’re fine —— truly. ” haru says next ; the gentle patterns of his speech falling into the air between him and the stranger with a softness. “ i’m sorry i didn’t hear you come inside —— ” an apologetic look colours the man’s kindly shaped eyes, “ but i’d be more than happy to help you now. what is it that you’re searching for ? ”
“ last night i dreamt that i was running through the stars —— stardust filling the air & the universe’s constellations tangled through my hair as MOONLIGHT enveloped me in its celestial glow. ” haru’s brown eyes were pools of honey, a hint of a smile dancing along the curve of his lips ; voice velvety and soft as he mused aloud to lily —— the bookstore’s ( and his ) cat. “ you know, lily —— i’ve heard that dreams are memories . . . memories from this life, or a past life ; or memories that aren’t even memories yet —— just dreamdust and stardust in a universe of possibilities ; trying to communicate what was, what is, and what will be. ” ( lily, of course, isn’t listening —— busying herself with the piece of string which haru is dangling over her clawed paws ). “ what do you think my dream meant, hm ? ”
☁️ hello everyone ! my name’s edie & i’m so incredibly excited to be here as part of the yunhwarp fam ♡♡♡ i am just in the process of writing up my darling haru’s intro at the moment ( which is shaping up to be so much longer than i had anticipated ㅜㅜ ), but if anyone would like to add me on discord to get a jump on plotting ( or if you’d just like to have a chat ! ), please feel welcome to add me on watching the sky, blooming again#9626 ♡♡♡ ☁️
☁️ the man who swallowed a star ╱ the man who glows from within ❜ ─── study .
☁️ the man as bright and lonely as the moon ╱ the man whose dream was so vast he could not wake up ❜ ─── interactions .
☁️ the man whose smile hangs glimmering lanterns on hilltops so that the stars themselves can see at night ❜ ─── visage .
☁️ the man who wraps his arms around his own frame and dances to slow nocturnes at dusk ❜ ─── music .
☁️ the man who thinks that we are all a little broken ╱ the man who thinks that might be how the light gets in ❜ ─── delve .
☁️ on an otherwise ordinary day ╱ the world brought us together by chance ❜ ─── starter meme .
☁️ edie speaks ❜ ─── out of character .
