#yhkangdae

[sirayh]

⟡ .. @yhkangdae​ & worn pages

yunhwa is always bustling with words being passed down the grapevine. the topics range from the most mundane of topics—did you hear that xx dyed her hair pink when she went to university in busan? who does she think she is: an idol?—to topics that manage to get even sira visibly nosy. she usually minds her own business, knows that one of the few decencies she can afford people is to not pry into what little secrets they can keep in a small town, but today is different.

“did you hear that kangdae came back?”

“oh yeah, i heard that too. i think my mom saw him come off the bus earlier.”

“wasn’t he supposed to be doing volleyball or something? think he got kicked from the team?”

kangdae: that’s a name she hasn’t heard in a while, and she immediately finds herself too restless, too curious to just sit here finishing up the bookkeeping. she shuts her laptop, locks the door to her room, and notifies the receptionist that she’ll be out for just a bit.

she makes her way to the agriculture farm, steps quickening as she gets closer and closer, almost breaks out into a run when she sees the fields in sight. is he really here? did he really come back? she doesn’t bother knocking and just immediately tries the door handle to the house, thankfully finding it unlocked.

“well, well,” she says, slightly winded. “i guess the rumors were right. farmer boy really is back.”

[jiyeonyh]

closed starter for -`, @yhkangdae​​​ ,´-

visiting the town farms were, admittedly, not her favorite of activities. the trips often required a lot of time out in the sun and not enough behind the comfort of her office desk, surrounded by the cool air of the hall’s air conditioning. additionally, there was a lot about farming that jiyeon still failed to wrap her head around no matter how many books she read on the occupation. however, it went without saying that, as secretary, it was her job to monitor the state of the small town and report it back to the mayor. 

thanks to her eccentric grandmother, she was more than familiar with the farm’s owner, greeting him with an obviously forced smile. he was certainly kind, but jiyeon couldn’t wipe the memory of her interactions with him as a child. inwardly, she hoped that he was too occupied with the farm to remember them as well.

“grandma insisted that i inform you how desperately she wanted to be here in my place.” jiyeon greeted with a small chuckle. “so i had to remind her that i’m here on a job, not for simple pleasantries.”