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ryu raon / yunhwarp

[yunhwarp]

━  ❖ (kim jiho, cis female, she/her) hey thank you for coming to town hall to update your information ryu raon! you’re a citizen correct? good to know! are you enjoying yourself around yunhwa? you’ve been staying here for one month right? i’m glad! remind me, are you born on 04/04/1994? we’re so lucky to have someone so honest around as staff at yunhwa ilbo even if sometimes you can be stubborn. hope to see you around room #9, yeyun inn!

please, follow ryu raon !

[yhraon]

⋆·˚ ༘ * thank you for all the warm welcomes! i'm raon's mun, shin (she/her; gmt-8).

tl;dr: raon is a journalist coming from seoul, she but was born in yunhwa. she's not happy to be back, and she makes that pretty clear. you'll definitely catch her snooping around looking for a story, and if you say anything interesting, she'll probably whip out her notepad and ask to quote you for the paper.

raon's page isn't finished yet, but here are links to her profile, bio, relationships, headcanons, plots, and tracker.

to everyone who's sent me a welcome message, thank you very much! i am working on replying to them, but the internet in my area has been terrible lately. i will reply to every single one and plan to check out the bios of everyone who sent me a dm ♡

i'm very ready to have raon sniffing around everyone's characters, and would love to write anything from hilariously exaggerated journalist antics all the way to serious soul-searching investigations. please feel free to message me, or even just send a good meme. i don't bite!

[yhraon]

[yhraon]

yhjuno​:

feeling the tension in his body rise as he stared at the police officer in front of him, juno knew he was about to do something stupid. or, more accurately, he would’ve done something, had the mystery girl not popped up in front of him just as he opened his mouth.

caught off guard, he was stunned into silence for a second or two, his brain trying to catch up with the situation. “i don’t —” he cut himself off, frowning at the woman. juno didn’t recognize her, but something about her seemed strangely familiar. this information did nothing to help him figure out why she’d inserted herself into this situation, though.

“i — yeah, uh … yeah, i can do that for you.” his voice had lost all of it’s previous bite, the upward inflection of his tone making it sound more like a question than a statement. peering around her, he glanced at the officer, only to see him as equally confused as he felt. “if you’ve got a problem with me, you can just talk to my boss. you know where she is.” he motioned in the direction of sura’s before grabbing the stranger by the wrist, fully intent on getting away from the situation as quickly as possible. “lets go, i don’t have all night.”

raon stumbled along behind the boy, legs a little shaky after sitting on her bike for so long. if she’d only seen him and not heard him, she probably would have been a lot more intimidated, but despite his rough mannerisms, his hesitation made her realize he wasn’t exactly the hardened criminal the police seemed to think he was.

waiting until they were out of sight of the two officers, who seemed to be grumbling and getting back into their cruiser, the journalist pulled her hand free, stopping and letting out a frustrated breath. it wasn’t him she was frustrated with; she’d gone and lost her chance at following the cops to the pot of gold at the end of the proverbial rainbow, and it looked she would have to write an article about newly paved sidewalks or something else just as banal.

“i lied. bike’s fine, see ya.” tightening the strap on her helmet, raon began mumbling to herself about the quota and not sleeping tonight. she turned to wave him off, but not before her stomach let out a loud growl. sighing in embarrassment, she began mumbling again about the possibility of having leftover tofu in the fridge.

[yhserim]

「 ★ 」 ⋮・ ˖ ✦ ⋮ ━ closed starter for @yhraon​ 

            the caterwauling of voices is a sharp contrast to the slow slipping silence he’s used to immersing himself in when he wanders around the emerald and kaleidoscopic colours of the spring forest. the boy covets the crowd, his younger self once viewed events flourish with dazzled eyes. but now, they leave an ascorbic taste in his mouth, and he skitters on the outskirts. the entrance which exists for him only opening up during work hours.

            but it seems it is on the edge of the excitement where jiwon chances upon his lost amusement. he catches a familiar woman with an unfamiliar object in her hand. binoculars. huh. there are few things one can do with that and it juggles between an ardent passion for nature and less than stellar intentions. given the directions she’s angling herself towards, he has a hunch but no firm conclusion.

            he maneuvers his way over with stealth so not to alert her of his presence. it’s only when he peeks his head over, engulfing the entirety of her binocular’s vision with him, he speaks for the first time.     “  binoculars? what are you watching? can i look?  “     voice remains innocent, but the manner in which he grins implies mischief.

[yhraon]

cargo pants, a windbreaker, and a pair of binoculars — if you didn't know better, you'd probably think raon was about to go on a hike or a birdwatching adventure. in reality, the young woman was sitting in her room at the yeyun inn, torso sticking dangerously far out of the window and scoping out the crowd.

the current object of her interest was the evasive lady m. whoever they were, they somehow managed to keep borrowing breaking into the newspaper's print shop to distribute town gossip, and raon was taking it personally. not only was lady m invading her place of work, but they also were dishing out all the spicy town news before raon even had a chance to investigate.

raon didn't have a clue as to who lady m was yet, nor could she assume that lady m was even a female, but perhaps if she just looked close enough, she might find someone in the crowd who was watching just as closely as she was...

ah! the mayor! lady m's most recent subject. raon locked her vision on him, watching the mayor mix with the crowd. however, there was nothing suspicious as the elderly citizens handed him free snacks and trinkets as he passed through the festival. she found herself salivating a little bit at the sight and smell of all the treats she could so clearly through her lenses. "cherries, clementines, grapes... jesus fucking christ—"

yelping, the journalist slammed her hands down onto the windowsill before she could fall face-first out of the hanok. her binoculars swung wildly around on her neck, and raon pulled them to her chest before they could slam into the wall. "jiwon, you-" she growled, raising a jokingly balled fist at the bartender. "now i've gone and lost my target," she sighed, swinging her legs out of her room to seat herself on the ledge. "what are you sneaking around for, anyways? the festival's outside the inn."

[yhraon]

yhjuno​:

more often than not, juno was one of the last employees to leave sura cuisine for the night — desperate to stay on sua’s good side as much as he could, he tried to leave his place of employment as spotless as possible before turning in for the night. with his black hoodie over his clean work clothes, he placed his shitty headphones over his ears and started his walk towards his mother’s house, wanting nothing more than to crash on the couch for a few hours before she woke up.

of course, things never went smoothly for juno. it took a second for his brain to process the scene before him, the cops he knew by name attempting to get his attention. “what ?” his tone was harsh as he pulled the headphones to lay on his shoulders, frowning as the officer pointed to the trash cans with a disapproving look.

“fuck off, you know spray painting isn’t even my thing.” his annoyance grew by the second, clear that the officers believed him responsible for the crude art. there was an easy out to this situation — leading the officers back to sura cuisine and letting them check the punch clock — but juno so rarely took the easy path out of things.

as one of the officers took a step forward, juno took a step back, determined to leave space between them. as the officer asked for the bag containing all his belongings, juno practically hissed at the man. “i haven’t done shit, you’re not getting my fucking bag.” his voice grew louder as he got more frustrated, clinging onto his bag for dear life. even if there wasn’t anything particularly noteworthy in there, he still refused to hand it to him — seeing as whole life was practically shoved in that bag, he wasn’t going to give it up easily.

raon considered the situation in front of her, wondering if an article about a town troublemaker or the potential for police corruption would be a worthy piece, but once the officers began reaching for the young man's bag, she stepped out from behind her corner.

"jeez, there you are! i don't know why, but i got so damn lost looking for you." raon ran up to him, her helmet still on her head, the contents of her bag clanking around before she came to a stop next to him.

subtly positioning herself between him and the officers, raon gave them what was meant to be a charming smile, but probably ended up just making the whole party uncomfortable. "the innkeeper told me you could help me change the brakes on my scooter. if we don't get those fixed soon, i'll probably run into a dumpster soon."

[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.

[h-brook-writes]

Writer: (Runs into a writing problem) It’s over! I’ve officially lost my touch and I can’t work anymore! Why did I ever think this was possible? Pity me! Pity my poor, cursed creative soul, for none of my efforts shall ever see the light, and I will be cast into eternal damnation after wasting my precious mortal years! Writer, after eating a snack and drying their eyes: wow that was a lot