#starters;treasured

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💮like this for an event starter from jinah!💮

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open to: all, can be a resident of the inn or someone from yunhwa in general. She doesn’t know anyone really yet so :^)

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“Thank you so much. Enjoy your stay.” Yeong Mi bowed, a quiet smile plastered on her lips in order to make sure the new visitors felt like they received adequate hospitality. Once they left through the back door to find their room, the woman relaxed her face with a deep sigh. Shoulders sunk with the rest of her body as she slumped in her chair, repositioning herself as she had before the customers had checked in.

April was the start of spring. New life breathed into the trees and grass. The air was more crisp in the morning, and refreshing by noon. Dew greeted the residents of Yunhwa every morning. It was the start of the inn’s revival.

For the past month, Jinah had been in-training for her new position, but was quickly left to her own devices after she showed commendable knowledge of the responsibilities of a receptionist, and even helped update some of the systems to make a smoother transaction between the guests. For the most part, most guests at the moment were long-term residents, with guests from out of town coming every so often per day. It wasn’t a very busy job. For now.

Jinah had been warned of the spike in business that would occur in May and consistently increase all summer into the fall months. But for now, the lull of the workplace was languid. Yeong Mi was used to hearing the chime of the regulars coming and going at this point so when the door rang and there was no eager tourist voices, she assumed it was a resident. Until it was quiet for a moment and she sat up, then stood up to see if someone was actually there. 

“Oh.” Her eyebrows raised. “My apologies. Welcome to Yeyun Inn. How may we serve you today, dear visitor?” her tone was polite and her face had already transformed to the quiet smile. “Did you book a stay with us?”

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*knock* *knock* *knock*

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*knock* *knock* *knock*

... “Seriously?” A quiet groan left the older woman’s pursed lips as she waited for a response from the other side of the door. She was impatiently waiting for some kind of acknowledgment from the person behind the door. “Can you open up? It’s urgent!” Jinah spoke up querulously before knocking again.

There was a curious young writer- a journalist- in Yunhwa who had quite the talent for finding stories. Even Jinah, wo didn’t care much for the idle gossip of the town, would go out of her way to read their articles. Usually, Jinah found them to be pleasant or at least, entertaining.

Usually.

Only usually they were not about her, or more specifically, about her job at the local inn. During her usual, uneventful morning, she found the older ladies of her neighbourhood giving her the stink eye (if they hadn’t already since she moved to Yunhwa), whispering about her loose morals. Sleeping with a patron of the inn was not against the law, or the rules, or her contract; so she wondered why it became the topic on everyone’s hushed lips. At first, she didn’t mind it. That was until said patron left a privacy complaint to the inn as they checked out. Early. 

“Yerin. Come out. I need a word. I cannot have this be my life days before the parade.” another groan and another knock. She hoped the younger girl would finally open her front door.

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If the town of Yunhwa ever needed a mascot, Jinah considered Serim to be an optimal candidate.

The woman had been walking through Sunjaro street, tasked with the responsibility of setting up decorations at the inn to prepare for the upcoming parade for the Wishing Tree festival. Unwillingness aside, Jinah spent the time she had on the street to peek at the up and coming festivities. It was her first time experiencing this festival, so even she couldn’t help be excited.

The candescent light from the sun’s rays caressed her skin with exuberant warmth as the breeze kissed with the taste of the ocean encircled her motions. And the calloused, violent grip of a stranger pushing her against the rough grit of cement winded her from an optimistic dream. A small cry was all she could muster as the stranger fought her small form for her valuables. “No...way! You-- bastard!” She kicked and screamed louder, fighting for her bags until the moment he raised his leg to kick her most valuable asset; her face.

With a prayer to a God she didn’t trust, Jinah closed her eyes and prepared herself for the blow that would surely take her out. Waiting. She waited. More.

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Slowly, with care, her gold freckled eyes opened to investigate. Had he not hit her? Carefully, she looked up a bit more to see a new man standing before her while the other ran off into the darkness of hushed alleyways. Ah, she knew this person. Briefly, she recognized him from the grocery store.

“Serim.. Ah. Thank..s.”

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“People are posting so many sweet things at the hall for the Wishing Tree~... Gross...”