#yhjuno

[yhraon]

⋆·˚ ༘ * CLOSED starter for @yhjuno

the worst thing about being the newest writer at the paper was having the highest quota of all the staff. until she finished off her probationary period and could prove she wasn't going to cause the yunhwa ilbo any trouble, the chief assigned raon three articles a day, and apparently they already had enough pieces on home cleaning advice and the upcoming spring festival.

that's how raon found herself not-so-subtly trailing one of the town's few police cruisers on her moped, wrists starting to hurt and gas tank running low. she had to submit one last piece for the day before the papers went to print at dawn, and considering it was just after midnight, she was following any lead she could.

stifling a yawn, the journalist perked up when she heard the sound of the police radio through the slightly open windows of the cruiser, and yelped when the car suddenly whipped around to make a sharp turn onto the main road. following closely behind, the two vehicles came to a gentle stop in front of a row of houses near sura's cuisine, the police sirens off out of courtesy for the sleepy neighborhood.

parking the scooter at the end of the block, she slinked closer to the officers, trying to look like a passing resident. upon seeing a crudely drawn, spray-painted picture of male unmentionables on one of the houses' garbage cans, her face crumpled up in disappointment. 'so this is my big story? i followed them all night for this?'

raon didn't even bother taking out her camera - a picture like that in the paper would be so offensive that the elderly residents of the town would probably make complaints directly to the chief. sighing and walking back to her scooter, she whipped back around when she heard the cops stopping a young, orange-haired man who was strolling in her direction. 'look casual,' she noted silently to herself, sliding behind a corner of a neighboring house as the group of men gathered.

[yumiyh]

     @yhjuno is here!

     yumi sat in the breakroom, tapping away at the chair. she looked around. the clock on the wall screamed to her how much time she was wasting. it could hardly be helped, though, for she did not want to wait at all.      when the door to the breakroom opened, she would eagerly sit up, smile, and hold her shoulders back. of course, each time, it was just a concerned manager wondering if the bus boy had gotten there yet. and, every time, yumi had to shake her head with a polite smile.      she briefly wondered about this bus boy. she heard so much about him and almost none of it was good. all she knew was that, apparently, he liked being late and not even showing up for work.      she looked around the silent room. only the ticking echoed off the plain walls. she wanted, badly, to find a window, but all she had was the loud sound of patrons and the extremely faint sound of the waves crashing. she swore she could almost taste the vile seawater. it made her smile. she beamed at the thought of tomorrow morning.      then, the door opened. she sat up! no, just another manager. still, she smiled.      “no, not yet, but i bet he’ll be here soon!” she nodded happily. then, the door closed, and she slouched down in her chair again.

[yhjonghyuk]

𝖋𝖆𝖈𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖉𝖊𝖒𝖔𝖓𝖘 𝖜𝖍𝖎𝖑𝖊 𝖗𝖎𝖉𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖆 𝖘𝖐𝖆𝖙𝖊𝖇𝖔𝖆𝖗𝖉. ↳ a closed starter for @yhjuno​ ! *

is it a good idea? no. is it a fun idea? also debatable. but jonghyuk has suddenly decided that he’s ready to face the one thing in his life that seemingly was the downfall of everything good: skateboarding. he buys two online, because obviously he needs someone else to do this with him. otherwise he’ll be the only one to blame when something inevitably goes wrong. he recruits juno, who seems all too eager to go on this nearly spiritual journey with him. 

they’re walking up to the park, which is surprisingly empty for a friday afternoon. jonghyuk moves his skateboard to the other arm, stopping at the outside basketball court which is really the only open space you can use a skateboard on. “so my experience on a skateboard is, um,” he hesitates for a moment to think of the right word, “interesting?” he says, unsure of how else he should phrase it. “but who knows, maybe falling down a long staircase with a skateboard and injuring yourself severely is just the sacrifice you have to make in order to do cool skateboard tricks.” 

he tosses his backpack on the edge of the court, making his way to the middle. he puts the skateboard down, staring at it for a moment. he feels annoyed by the small twinge of anxiety settling in his stomach. he holds his hand out, beckoning juno to come closer, “okay i’m just gonna use you as balance for a second.”

[yumiyh]

     @yhjuno​ is here!

     she groaned and stood up as soon as he got on stage. already bothered by having to be at the damn festival, now she had to watch this guy too?      her friend grabbed her arm and forced her down. yumi huffed, stood again, and walked out. in the crowd she was hardly noticeable. she pushed through people like a bulldozer. the sound of his violin, though, pushed harder.      a violin? please.      out loud, she scoffed and rolled her eyes. she shook her head, trying to ignore the sound being projected all around her. she could have sworn that he was using an electric violin just to torture her like he does at work.      a hush fell over the festival. everything stopped. the air turned cold. only the sound of his music pierced through the sky. the hush had stopped yumi in her tracks. everyone at the stalls, everyone eating, and every audience member was suddenly still. a coincidence?      she turned around.      “that. . . that can’t be you.” she whispered.      her shoulders tensed to her ears. he was there, just, sitting, it seemed. was he waiting for someone else? yumi stood up from her seat. she had to say something. if she did not say something then and there, she would never say anything at all.      “hey,” it was a quiet approach. “don’t run away, juno. i’m not here to harass you or anything, okay?”      she bit her lip and swallowed. it was impossible to look at him. instead, her eyes darted from place to place, stall to stall. they did not help her. she was completely left with her words.      “look. . . i saw you, uh, performing. . . it was really beautiful.” she pushed her thumbnail into the back of her hand. never once was she able to relax the tension in her body. her voice was it’s own exception. she spoke as if to console a saddened kitten. “do you. . . want to go get drinks? i think there’s, uh, a popular coffee stall not far.”

[yumiyh]

     continued from 🏖️ // @yhjuno​

     she was happy his clothes were sopping wet. in fact, she wished she had a whole mop bucket to throw on his stupid, mean head! working with him was a nightmare even when he was not even present!      she waited an entire week to be trained by this guy, then she waited a whole hour on the day he finally showed up, and now to be treated like this! so cruely as if he had a right to be mean!      she followed him around, arms crossed and lips pouted in anger. every time she saw some sort of dish she wanted to just pick it up and chuck it at him!      “clean. kuh.” she scoffed with an eyeroll. even the way he talked to her was so demanding. who did he think he was? all she did was stand there, arms firm and eyes ablaze. they trailed fire all the way until he was at the door. she moved.      she took the hose thingy by the sink and stretched it. she aimed it at him.      “you know what would be so horrible? if the one person who’s supposed to train me doesn’t teach me how to use this properly and then i go and spray down the entire room. wouldn’t that be so bad? maybe you can run away and get someone else who will actually want to help me.”      then, she aimed it at the ground and shot. water blasted out of the fauscet.      she raised her brows. she pouted at him.      “oopsie.”

[yhjonghyuk]

thread continued from this ask by @yhjuno !

sleep hasn’t come easy for jonghyuk the past few weeks, for reasons he’s not really sure of, and when he can’t sleep he has a tendency to wander the town when given the opportunity.

it’s much too early in the morning for anyone to be awake, which jonghyuk takes as the perfect opportunity to go to the convenience store to grab some food. while he did enjoy cooking, he was much too tired to bother with it this morning, instead craving something he could easily heat in a microwave. he makes the trek to the store, enjoying watching the sun rise on his way there. the store comes into view and the tall man happily walks up to it, walking by someone sitting on the sidewalk.

jonghyuk pauses as he passes the stranger, brain registering the ginger hair and he turns around, looking down at juno. he smirks, walking up to his friend to make a smart remark. apparently it works a little too well, and jonghyuk’s eyes widen as his friends chokes on the noodle. he breathes a sigh of relief when he’s able to speak again. he laughs, rolling his eyes, “i’m the one madly in love? you’re the one that nearly died because of something i said.” he smirks, but there’s nothing but friendly adoration in his gaze. 

he takes a spot next to his friend, stretching his arms up high. “couldn’t sleep.” he says simply, “this is usually when i’m awake for helping on the ranch anyway, so i thought i would get some food here because i’m too tired to cook.” he looks down at the bowl in juno’s hand and leans forward, sniffing it dramatically, “wow... that smells so good.” he opens his mouth, pointing at it to silently ask juno to share with him.