#innayh

[yerinyh]

                                                                                   ｡  :  °  ஐ @innayh​

     had you asked two years ago, what makes a home? she’d smile and laugh and say “home is where mom and dad are. its where i feel the safest.” dismantle the foundation, break down the walls and learn the secrets behind them. what is she to do when the two people she were meant to trust with her life were the very ones she should be afraid of? the weight of losing everything hunched her shoulders, foreign cots and makeshift sheets could not stave off nightmares of evil people and their misguided intentions. 

     she distinctly remembers the first morning she’d awoken, fully rested without the plague of restless anxiety. it had been months since then, fight or flight on constant high, worried that at any moment she’d be dragged back to the cage she was brainwashed into thinking was her safe haven. that morning she’d opened her eyes, feeling the warmth of the three strips of sunlight that peeked from her blinds, the peace that blanketed over her knowing she got to sleep in on a sunday morning. then, came the smell of freshly brewed tea from the morning, and yerin thought, right. this is home. 

     there was a certain gratitude held for kwon inna, to take a chance on a stranger and extend a home to someone she’d only known briefly. memories of domesticity with family was marred with distrust and betrayal, but now yerin thinks, perhaps those memories could be replaced. 

     she doesn’t know when she slipped into routine so seamlessly, the highlight of her day being able to share a meal the other after a long day of work. some nights the teahouse owner was busy, which she understood, but nothing beat coming home to the aroma of a home cooked meal. yerin sat, deflated in her seat after stuffing herself to the brim with inna’s cooking. 

     “i’m not so much of a great cook just yet, but i swear i’m a different person when baking, you know. its strawberry season, isn’t it? i can make us homemade mochi tomorrow. if you’re not busy, that is. its really good, i swear! you have to try it.” 

[yhserim]

𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 / @innayh​

spring  dances  along  his  windowsill,  waiting  for  an  occasion  to  enter  his  room. in  the  beginning  he's  stubborn,  paranoid  over  stray  pollen  landing  inside  his  violin  where  it's  impossible  to  clean. but  serim's  wall  is  easy  to  crack  and  once  the  birds  chirp  outside  his  window  a  few  more  times,  he's  opened  it  to  let  in  some  fresh  air. he  takes  a  deep  breath,  relishing  the  change  which  clears  his  clogged  mind.

 as  the  breeze  slip  in,  things  also  slip  out. his  song  seems  to  reverberate  all  the  intenser  now  that  there's  a  new  pathway  for  the  notes  to  access. they  scurry  through  the  mesh  onto  their  fresh  journey,  out  into  the  open  for  whoever  wants  to  hear. or  not  hear. serim  doesn’t  care,  he  doesn’t  play  for  others  but  for  his  enjoyment.

 a  moment  passes  before  he  hears  music  coming  from  his  neighbour. he  wouldn't  care  for  the  change,  except  the  song  drowns  his  own  performing. the  peaceful  smile  dancing  on  his  face  vanishes  in  an  instance,  replaced  by  a  frown. he  can’t  tell  if  it’s  intentional  or  not,  but  he’s  displeased  by  his  concentration  interruption. serim  retaliates  by  playing  louder,  ignoring  the  clear  signs  on  his  sheet  telling  him  it’s  pianissimo.

[yunhwahall]

for @innayh​

[yheunsoo]

comes and goes

@innayh

with the way things are going, yunhwa's starting to look like a hub for old faces than fresh, new ones. not that she minds particularly—life deals its due however it likes, reminders and all. exhibit a: the "draft" folder that's buried deep somewhere on her hard drive that's collecting virtual dust, near-forgotten until the email that popped into her inbox a couple days ago. the sender wasn't unexpected, past associations and exchanges considered, but the request sure was. 

it’d never crossed her mind that she would ever see kwon inna and the word “freelancer” sitting in the same sentence, but eunsoo’s gone and seen enough to understand that people won’t always be in the same spot where you’ve first found them. so hey, why not just take this for what it is and hold off on the curiosity. she shoots a text, gets a response, and now here they are, situated at a table at some joint’s outside seating, basking in the afternoon sun. 

“i’ll have you know,” she starts, “it’s been a hot second since i’ve looked at this thing.” her eyes glance down at the menu momentarily before they flit back up with a grin. “but it’s been much longer since i’ve last seen you. how’ve you been?”