yhserim

[yhserim]

hi everyone! it was nice meeting you all, and I had fun here. if anyone wants to keep in touch, just let me know and I’ll send my discord. thanks!

[yhserim]

rotten luck  ?  everyone  has  their  disastrous  days  and  today  the  strike  landed  on  him. it's  a  big  unfortunate  bummer  though  that  out  of  all  the  times  someone  bumps  into  him,  it  has  to  be  the  day  he's  wearing  his  dress  shirt. a  few  classes  in  the  early  morning  with  his  students,  he's  too  lazy  to  change  out  of  the  light  blue  garment. thus  the  boy  wandered  out  into  town  in  a  dapper  outfit  he  rarely  carries. mischief  took  one  look  and  decided  the  time  came  to  make  him  a  target.

 the  first  thing  he  notices  is  the  wetness  soaking  in,  a  cool  contrast  to  the  warm  air  which  embraces  his  skin. he  glances  downwards,  and  ire  doesn’t  settle  into  him. confusion  finds  home  in  his  heart  at  how  everything  is  unfolding  so  quick,  then  a  sense  of  pity  for  the  girl  who's  panicking. her  red  ears  a  clear  sign  of  her  chaotic  emotions.

 “  it's  fine. accidents  happen. ”  he  replies  to  comfort  her,  reaching  his  arms  forward  to  stop  her  from  patting  his  shirt  because,  well,  the  action  is  awkward. but  grabbing  onto  a  woman  too  is  rude,  so  his  hands  pause  in  front  hovering  for  a  second  in  ponder,  then  reach  for  the  napkin  on  his  blouse  instead. “  i  can  wipe  it. ”  

but  she's  right  his  tunic  might  end  up  sticky,  he  can't  deny  that  much , and  he’d  appreciate  have  the  fit  dry  cleaned. but  he  holds  a  slight  problem. “  it'd  be  nice  to  take  it  off  but... i  don't  have  a  spare  shirt  on  me. ”

a random starter for @yhserim​​ … ! ⭑

it was a slow day at her stall – she figured it was just because most of the people who bought her jewelry had bought their fill for the week already. so instead of standing on her feet for another 3 hours, she decided to close up early and head to a cafe to get something to eat. it was fairly quiet, which was exactly what she was hoping for coming at a time like this. 

she watches the bubbles rise in her soda, chewing her food slowly and enjoying it. when she’s finished, she orders a to-go drink, offering a polite bow to the waitress before getting up to walk out. 

when she spins around, though, she slams right into a tall figure. the paper cup is crushed in between them, soda spilling all over the front of them. eunbi yelps at the cold liquid running down her shirt, looking up at the person standing in front of him. her eyes are wide with concern, cheeks heating up from embarrassment, “i’m so sorry!” she blurts, immediately turning to grab a napkin from her table. she pats the gentleman’s shirt, desperately trying to soak up the liquid. “i should have been watching where i was going–” she says quickly. she had worn foundation that day, but there was no denying how red her ears probably were. 

“i can have it dry cleaned immediately. oh my god i’m really so sorry, it’s probably gonna be so sticky.”

[yhserim]

the  sympathy  his  friend  offers  him  is  the  cool  douse  of  water  to  his  boiling  displeasure. the  raised  shoulders  in  defense  relax. serim  doesn't  respond,  not  enough  words  dancing  in  his  head  for  him  to  string  together  into  a  sentence. serim  keeps  nodding  his  head  in  near  aggressive  agreement. a  silent  cry  of  yes  ! 

”  cartoons. does  peppa  pig  count  ?  ”  in  his  mind,  the  little  pig  and  her  family  pops  up. scrunching  his  brows  in  thought,  another  show  dawns  and  one  which  seems  even  more  suitable  to  the  conversation. ”  i  really  enjoyed  miraculous  tale  of  ladybug  and...cat  noir ?  i  think  that  was  the  full  title. ”  closing  his  eyes  he  tilts  his  head  to  one  side  then  the  other. ”  the  one  about  the  girl  who  could  transform  into  a  ladybug  and  then  the  boy  she  liked  was  a  black  cat. i'll  keep  your  suggestions  in  mind  !  ”

at  the  next  question,  he  opens  his  eyes  again. an  easier  question  !  ”  superhero  stuff. any  kind. ”

✂︎ …

sunny looks to her drink, her hand absentmindedly pushing the condensation down the glass, watching the streaks of clear become frosted again. she watches a lot of anime, but it’s not a serious hobby. sunny definitely doesn’t revolve her life around it or anything, and there are animated shows she likes better that aren’t of japanese origin, it just happens to be that a lot of them are. “that does sound exhausting,” she tells him with a hum. “i don’t think it’s a requirement. there’s lots of different kinds too, so it’s not necessarily something where you have to like every single show you see.” 

sunny gives her friend a smile, taking a drink, and then setting it down to twirl the contents with the small straw that lurks inside. “do you like cartoons in general? not just anime… but like adventure time… or the regular show. steven’s universe? those are all cute. it’s obviously very different from anime and sometimes i guess they can be seen as somewhat childish, depending on who you talk to, but those are some of my favorites. they’re very wholesome.”

“what kinds of things do you like to watch?”

[yhserim]

my favorite boy in the world

[yhserim]

𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 / @yhemma​​

serim  visits  maru’s  bistro  frequently,  since  when  he  was  still  young  enough  his  head  couldn't  even  reach  the  top  of  the  table  when  he  stands  on  the  floor. indulging  in  his  favourite  gamjatang  here  made  him  realize  maybe  if  there  was  a  place  that  could  offer  him  comfort  meal,  give  him  what  he  considers  home  according  to  others’  describing,  then  it  might  be  this  restaurant. a  spot  to  warm  up  the  hearth  in  his  stomach  until  the  heat  resonated  in  his  heart  too. he  understands  the  attachment  that  the  rest  of  the  citizens  often  whisper  about,  and  even  in  the  disorder  of  his  daily  life  he  knows  he  can  recover  tranquillity  at  the  right  period.

but  today  he’s  out  here  out  of  obligation. what  kind  of  commitment  ? he’s  uncertain. he  remembers  being  told  by  his  companions,  coupled  with  a  bunch  of  rough  nudges  to  his  ribs,  they  were  sending  him  out  to  have  some  fun. following  the  instructions  given  to  him  with  duty  he  ends  up  meeting  emma,  and  he  concluded  it  was  in  the  name  of  friendship !  but  he’s  not  clear  why  they  wanted  him  to  create  new  friends  ?  he’ll  ask  later. for  the  hour,  enjoyment  comes  with  having  another  acquaintance  interested  in  a  meal  together.

“  i  heard  you're  new  to  town. so  first,  welcome  !  ”  serim  chirps,  eyes  forming  half-crescents  as  he  flashes  a  smile. “  i  think  you'll  enjoy  it  here. or  i  hope  so. ”  as  a  person  who's  been  living  in  the  town  since  the  moment  of  his  conception,  he  doesn't  have  many  things  to  compare  with  yunhwa. “  but  if  not  you'll  like  it  at  this  restaurant. they  make  the  best  jjigae  if  that's  your  thing. ”

[yhserim]

𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 / @yhjaehyun​

there  are  people  who  stumble  onto  his  path  with  shoulder  carrying  untold  burden,  with  no  interest  in  interacting  more  than  necessary. there  are  some  who  arrive  out  of  sheer  curiosity,  though  whether  they  stay  on  the  trail  or  wander  off,  he  can’t  tell  the  future. then  there  are  some  who  march  onto  his  route  with  confidence  and  stare  him  in  the  eye.

 but  jaehyun  flutters  into  his  life  like  the  gentle  blow  of  the  spring  breeze  and  settles  in  the  nook  of  his  sanctuary. a  presence  that  holds  no  charging  pressure,  but  also  isn't  so  wispy  he  forgets  the  other. a  comfortable  balance  that  has  him  seeking  the  youth  when  he  has  some  available  time  hovering  around  and  nobody  at  home  to  share  the  moment.

 recalling  the  other  wavers  near  the  end  of  his  work  shift,  he  hovers  around  the  restaurant  entrance  in  wait  for  a  sight  of  the  other  boy. when  he  sees  him  walking  out,  there's  excitement  pouring  out  of  him  as  he  shuffles  over. he  tilts  his  head  to  the  side,  a  hand  waving  over.

 “  i  was  waiting  for  you  !  i  remembered  your  shift  ended  around  now. i’m  glad  i  got  it  right. ”  a  pause. “  i  didn't  get  it  wrong  right  ?  i  was  hoping  we  could  hang  out. if  you're  free. ”

[yhserim]

@yhgayoon

location starter!

he  doesn’t  want  to  disturb  the  scene  he's  stumbled  upon  by  mistake. a  forgetful  child  who  left  his  water  bottle  at  the  house,  serim  hoped  the  journey  he  takes  will  be  expeditious. he'd  head  home  in  no  time,  sink  into  the  couch  with  a  cool  cup  of  water  in  his  hand. except  the  heat  grips  him  first,  the  sun  offers  a  mocking  laughter  from  the  cerulean  ocean  as  warm  rays  drum  against  his  skin.

 there'll  be  no  quenching  of  a  parched  throat,  but  at  least  he  can  wander  into  a  temporary  shade. serim's  memories  build  him  a  trail  and  his  feet  usher  him  over  to  the  less  trodden  path. the  thoughts  of  the  eventual  bench  are  the  encouragement  pulling  him  forth,  but  he  stumbles  onto  a  picture  he  doesn't  know  if  he  can  interrupt.

 he  tests  the  water  with  a  slip  of  a  comment. the  pleasant  response  brings  an  uplifting  smile  dancing  onto  his  face. it’s  unfortunate  he  doesn't  quite  understand  what  she's  saying,  but  he'll  nod  along  ?  with  a  gentleness  reining  in  much  of  his  energy,  he  bounds  over  to  the  seat. the  coolness  of  the  material  greets  him  as  he  settles.

 “  i  wouldn't  want  to  hurt  the  fishes. ”  serim  responds  with  a  small  frown. “  but  i  don't  think  i  need  a  gold  fish. i  have  one  and  a  half  pet  already  and  that's  enough  for  me. i'll  just... keep  on  thinking. ”

[yhserim]

yhnari​:

the yell of her name hadn’t quite registered to her. her head was swimming with thoughts of the festival, not to mention the thought of picking up some alcohol to numb the former out. the sound of his voice just asking a question, however, made her jump out of her thoughts and a little physically. maybe it was how close the voice was to her now. a panic in her jerked her hand forward to firmly put the tablet back down- only to knock the stack over, clattering on the table and floor. her shoulders tensed, wincing at the sound and the embarrassment that had tinted her cheeks pink. only one stack had fallen, but it had sounded like more. “shit,” she hissed a little, opening her eyes and looking at the mess she’d made, then to the source of the voice. 

it was like a golden retriever had taken up residence in a human. “serim,” she said a little surprised, breathing out his name and blinking. she wanted to be angry, but she found herself relieved it was him- he was nice almost to a fault, even if she barely knew him. “uh, yes…” nari spoke, nodding a little, finally responding to his question before crouching down and picking up the mess she’d made, stacking the floral effigies neatly in her hands. “i guess you are too…?” this felt awkward… it would be easier if she could just tell him to fuck off, but she found herself lacking the heart to do so. or maybe having too much in this one instance alone. 

he  winces  at  the  loud  noise,  only  able  to  watch  the  clatter  with  an  instinct  to  rush  over  and  assist  her. but  the  reminder  to  wait  until  she  acknowledges  him  remains  stronger. he  half  expects  her  to  be  mad  at  him  for  being  an  indirect  cause  of  the  accident,  but  after  she  says  his  name  there's  a  moment  of  tranquility.

 serim  captures  it  as  a  chance,  careful  as  he  scurries  forward  to  help  nari. but  with  a  reasonable  distance,  vigilant  in  not  brushing  even  a  strand  of  fabric  against  her,  or  maneuver  too  close. he  squirms  his  way  into  succession,  with  room  for  light  conversation. the  boy  takes  it,  finding  more  than  enough  words  to  fill  the  space  in  between  them. “  kind  of  !  i  didn't  have  to  do  it  but,  i'm  helping  my  roommates. i'm  a  chef  of  the  house. so  i  thought  since  i  know  what  i  want  to  cook  today  i  should  get  the  ingredients.  ”

he  still  carries  his  innocent  smile,  the  honesty  slipping  through  without  a  filter  to  cage  anything  in  the  back  of  his  throat. but  once  he  answers  the  inquiry  with  ease,  he  gives  her  an  entire  glance  over. the  question  in  mind  encountering  the  eventual  opportunity  to  slip  through,  along  with  a  small  frown. it’s  easy  for  him  to  worry  “  you  didn't  hurt  yourself  from  earlier,  did  you  ?  i  didn’t  mean  to  surprise  you  like  that  sorry.  ”

[yhserim]

aeranyh​:

ㅤ 

ㅤ    ㅤ    ㅤ    ㅤ    ㅤ    BY THE WISH TREE …

everything would be easier if aeran ignored hwang serim and leave before he noticed her. after all, she was there to leave a message for him but had no intention for him to find that out. that was why she aimed to write her message with her right hand ( even if she was left-handed ) just for him to not recognise her handwriting. yet, curiosity got the best of her and aeran found herself approaching him, peeking behind his shoulder to see what he was up to.   

         ⎯  “ damn… how come puberty hit your height but not your handwriting, ” aeran uttered as she looked at his messy handwriting.

ㅤ 

                           ㅤ  ㅤ  ⎯  ( @yhserim ).

serim  thinks  of  the  second  before  blowing  a  candle,  the  puff  of  dandelion  seeds  soaring  into  a  sea  of  blue,  pulling  apart  wishbones  and  whispering  to  all  the  shooting  stars  in  the  ebony  sky. wishes  there're  many  ways  to  make  one,  yet  none  offer  a  tangible  probability. his  fingers  slip  through  the  sands  of  his  words,  but  he  still  attempts  to  seek  the  spark  to  transform  the  flakes  into  solid  glass. an  object  he  can  admire,  but  also  something  he  can  see.

 until  he  builds  his  clear  figurine,  he  can  only  hope. serim  grasps  what  his  hands  can  touch  and  pulls  it  close,  not  pondering  too  much  on  the  aspirations  of  his  future. he  allows  the  flow  to  carry  him  down  the  stream  of  life,  snagging  him  wherever  it  decides  is  the  best  temporary  stop. today  it  carries  him  to  the  town  hall,  then  the  forest  where  he’s  busy  writing  his  messages  to  the  surrounding  people  in  his  story  who  grant  him  constant  love.

 there  are  a  few  other  individuals  scattered  around  the  grass,  but  he  doesn’t  pay  attention. his  eyes  stick  to  his  message  beneath  formulating  into  something  not  sentimental. he’s  not  good  at  those  kinds  of  details. but  they  come  with  an  ocean  of  sincerity,  surfacing  from  the  trenches  of  his  heart. he’s  reading  his  things  over  when  he  hears  a  familiar  voice.

the  immediate  reaction  is  to  pull  up  the  wooden  block,  clutching  it  tight  to  his  chest  to  prevent  the  woman  from  uttering  anything  more. he’s  glad  it  wasn’t  her  letter.  the  knowledge  of  what  could  have  happened  makes  him  sweat  !  “  puberty  doesn’t  work  with  handwriting. ”  he  mumbles,  feeling  rather  embarrassed. but  it’s  the  truth,  nobody  could  ever  read  his  printing  at  first  glance. “  it’s  the  intention  that  counts. ”  

serim  pauses,  a  sudden  realization  striking  his  head. “  what  brings  you  here  ?  ”

[yhserim]

𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 / @yhaikas​

it  was  never  his  sanctuary,  but  the  silence  of  the  forest  was  always  a  source  of  shelter  when  the  cacophony  of  life  was  too  powerful,  shattering  the  concentration  inside. there’s  never  true  quiet,  for  there’s  the  constant  the  sound  of  his  beating  heart. a  memento  serim  is  a  living  soul,  but  one  speckled  among  many,  all  drumming  their  own  rhythm. only  the  muffling  of  noise  can  be  a  pleasant  reminder  for  him.

 but  he  doesn't  enjoy  wandering  in  the  tranquility  alone. he's  a  boy  who  prefers  another  breathing  presence,  unable  to  stifle  the  creeping  feeling  of  loneliness  when  he's  only  surrounded  by  greens. a  figurative  hand  reaches  out  to  find  someone  to  grip  onto,  it  searches  even  more  now  that  there’s  a  matter  occurring  in  a  place  once  blessed  only  by  nature.

 at  least  he  has  an  individual  willing  to  join  him  on  his  adventure. a  childhood  friend  is  an  easy  call  away,  he's  washed  over  with  ease  knowing  aika's  accompanying  him. a  good  trade,  they  both  head  up  for  the  yearly  event  to  take  part,  tradition  instilled  in  the  early  years.

 “  are  you  thinking  of  looking  around  ?  or  are  you  going  to  write  something  ?  ”  he  asks  as  he  idles  in  their  hike. foot  drag  light  against  the  ground,  taking  much  leisure  in  the  sun,  kissing  his  exposed  skin  and  warming  him  up. “  i  don't  know  what  i  want  to  put. ”

[yhserim]

serim's  out  in  the  stall  to  do  some  spending  in  the  early  hours  before  he  has  to  wander  home  and  teach. the  crowd  has  a  life  of  its  own,  the  vibrant  clothes  from  both  citizens  and  visitors  shining  in  the  morning  light. the  cluster  moves  like  enchanting  schools  of  fish  swimming  in  a  river. there  is  chatter  between  sellers  and  buyers,  old  acquaintances  catching  up,  different  friends  made.

 one  of  the  major  reason  he  enjoyed  hovering  around  the  square  was  for  the  pizzazz,  which  speckles  the  warm  concrete  and  the  spring  air. he  lingers  longer  even  when  he's  finished  shopping,  produces  packed  into  his  backpack. serim  watches  the  scenes  unfold  from  a  corner  to  another,  only  noticing  during  his  second  sweep  through  there's  a  girl  who  appears  as  if  she's  struggling.

 he  could  be  wrong  but  he  doesn't  think  it’d  hurt  to  ask. he  bounds  over,  the  query  shooting  from  his  tongue  and  it  brings  him  great  joy  to  find  his  hunch  correct. serim  is  ready  to  provide  whatever  is  in  his  ability  that  he  can  offer,  but  he’s  pulled  back  by  the  springing  of  an additional question. “  yes  ?  why  ?  ”  he  tilts  his  head  to  the  side  in  inquiry,  eyes  looking  over  at  the  woman  with  much  confusion.  what  does  ice  cream  have  to  do  with  anything  ?

   ice breaker starters ┊ “do you need help with that?” – serim​. \ ♡

“oh my god, do i ever,” haena gasps out, almost out of breath and (unapologetically) being entirely dramatic about it. she had been running around the market, trying to look for someone to taste test the newest batch of soft serve she was working on and while normally, she wouldn’t have a problem finding a willing volunteer, everyone seemed busy or occupied today already. it was honestly a little suspicious but she didn’t have time to think twice about why someone would say no, she just turned on her heel to find the next person she could ask.

as it turned out though, all her attempts were futile and ended in failure. in fact, she was about to return to her stall where she had brought the test batch to after finishing the latest version of it in her own kitchen in the hopes of getting some opinions on it, shoulders drooping and figurative tail between her legs, when a voice drags her out of her daze. “i’ve been trying to find someone to help me with something but–” she begins explaining before she cuts herself off to sigh, remembering how many people had rejected her up until now.

as fast as she had done that though, another idea quickly enters her mind and she suddenly lifts her head up to look at the male, eyes all sparkly and hopefully pleading enough to convince him to say yes. “do you like ice cream?”

[yhserim]

aeranyh​:

many people would bring her flowers and tittivate their gestures with sweet lies. but one day she would meet a boy who would learn her favourite flower, her favourite song, her favourite sweet. and even if he was not wealthy enough to give her any of them, it would not matter because he would have taken the time to know her as no one else did. he did take his time to know her as no one else did, just like how she tried to know him. after all, the heart was an arrow and it demanded aim to land true.

aeran could hear the change in her own breathing when she faced him. even after years, it caught every time she looked at him, like she had never seen him before. that was the reason behind her brief silence before aeran, once again, noticed she had been caught in a bad situation, her plan failed at the most important stage. therefore, it was time for the contingency plan.          ⎯  “ serim, ” she called,          ⎯  “ how nice to see you here. ” well, that was not a lie.          ⎯  “ it seems like the postman has mistaken your address. he left your package in my mailbox and ⎯ ” she paused, her gaze moving towards the door before she met his eyes once again.          ⎯  “ i just thought instead of bothering you and your parents, i can leave the package here. ”    

the  space  between  the  end  of  his  question  and  the  beginning  of  her  response  captures  eternity  in  its  grasp  and  keeps  time  trapped  within  a  cage. away  from  interfering  with  the  duo  filled  with  shared  history,  serim  feels  his  past  bleed  into  his  present,  and  his  future  blending  into  the  edges. he  remembers  a  childhood  of  halcyon  days,  when  ichor  runs  through  the  veins  of  children. they  glow,  laden  with  an  invisible  fire  they  frolic  upon  the  soft  viridian  grass  of  day  while  drinking  the  sweet  ambrosia  nectar  of  youth. or  at  least  that’s  how  he  saw  the  two  of  them,  but  now  that  he  thinks  back  to  it,  maybe  it  was  only  him.

 it’d  explain  why  she  vanished. serim  doesn’t  pile  regrets  as  extra  weights  pulling  down  his  heart. at  this  point  he  ponders  about  the  years  ago,  he  itches  to  know  why  she  never  gave  him  more  in  their  goodbyes. nor  anything  in  their  reunions  either  when  they  spent  many  hours  together  sharing  memories. he  wants  to  ask  her  why  she  shut  the  curtain  on  their  production  before  they  finished. why  did  she  flutter  away  ?  this  wasn’t  a  performance  built  on  non-existent  emotions,  there  were  genuine  feelings  tossed  around  and  cracked  on  the  pavement.

 but  he  can’t  find  the  questions  dancing  on  his  tongue. they  clog  in  his  throat  instead,  then  crawl  downwards  into  him  because  her  words  imply  nothing. not  even  offer  him  a  sliver  of  a  hole  for  him  to  bury  his  thoughts  into  so  they’ll  take  form. what  replaces  the  moment  is  bamboozlement,  blinking  with  much  confusion.

 “  the  postman  ?  ”  honesty  is  both  a  virtue  and  a  fault,  leaning  towards  the  latter  in  a  situation  like  this. “  i  don’t  think  that  could  happen. i  moved  out  a  while  ago. over  a  year  ago. ”  he  hasn’t  seen  the  mistake  occur  even  once  since  he  left  the  house  into  his  new  one,  so  this  sounded  confusing. but  while  he  doesn’t  understand  what’s  going  on,  he  knows  how  to  be  optimistic  about  the  awkward  encounter. “  but  good  thing  i  was  visiting  and  i  saved  my  parents  and  you  some  trouble. now  i  can  pick  it  up  directly. what  is  it  ?  ”

[yhserim]

serim  isn't  the  brightest  person  around,  and  he’s  had  his  fair  share  of  reading  individuals  wrong,  but  he  senses  an  oddity  in  the  air,  as  if  there's  something  bothering  the  girl. he  hasn't  asked,  since  it  doesn't  feel  like  a  conversation  she  wants  to  hold  in  the  moment. instead  he  focuses  on  the  event  they're  heading  to  as  they  head  to  the  forest,  while  sneaking  a  few  glances  at  sienna. so  far  so  good. the  tension  in  his  shoulders  relaxes  a  little  as  he  focuses  on  enjoying  the  scenic  walk. “  how  did  you  know  what  i  was  going  to  say  ?  ”  he  asks,  the  shock  brushing  across  his  face. he  soon  recovers,  speaking  with  much  earnest  energy. “  i  think  i’ll  wish  for  good  things  for  people  around  me. ”  that  sounded  general  enough,  right  ?  “  what  about  you  ?  ”

˚ * closed starter for @yhserim​ : this is stupid, sienna thinks to herself as she walks alongside her friend toward some lucky flower or whatever. at least, that’s what she’s trying to convince herself. or was it ophelia’s voice that was making her think such a thing? she could hear her ex’s menacing laugh with every step she takes toward this annual event, mocking her for hoping that somehow this lucky flower could actually give her some relief. thankfully she’s got her good friend seirm by her side for all this. the boy has quickly shown that he wouldn’t judge her for something like this, though she’d never admit how much this entire trip is having a push and pull effect on her mind. “so, what are you going to wish for?” she asks them while brushing some of her hair out of her face. “and don’t give me the whole ‘i can’t tell you or it won’t come true’ crap, okay?” she’s teasing, of course. her smile makes that apparent. “you gotta at least give me a hint, or something.” 

[yhserim]

yhhaesol​:

he almost jumps out of his skin when he hears serim’s voice, heartbeat spiking up into his throat. “oh god, serim. thank god! thank god, you’re alive,” haesol just about sobs out, voice shaking and cracking at the last syllable.

but alive doesn’t necessarily mean okay, so he rushes over and kneels down next to him, eyes searching his face. he’s flabbergasted to find serim just grinning back at him, akin to a puppy being woken up from a nap, ready for a walk in the park. “yeah—i, about that,” he musters. he watches as serim sits up, and he extends his hands out towards him just in case he falls over. 

“that was… my fault. you woke me up and i got scared and i think i shoved you or hit you or something and then you knocked out.” the words come out in a flurry, and truthfully he’s on the verge of tears but now’s not the time to be crying when his friend could be dying. “how are you feeling?”

huh  ?  alive  ?  so  that  means... in  a  brief  span  of  who  knows  what  he  almost  died  ?  or  maybe  his  heart  stopped  beating  and  came  back  alive... whoa  !  that  was  too  much  information  for  someone  who  was  living  as  a  ghost  for,  well,  who  recognizes  how  long.

 “  i'm  alive  ?  ”  he  sticks  to  echoing  words  already  once  spoken  by  his  roommate. but  it's  not  in  serim's  nature  to  hide  his  emotions. his  confusion  is  quick  to  show  itself  with  how  his  voice  rises  in  pitch. at  slightest,  he  attempts  to  suppress  it,  the  silly  smile  still  slopped  on  his  face.

 patience,  if  he  can  call  it  that,  comes  with  an  eventual  reward. inside,  he  hoped  he  didn't  have  to  ask  for  his  near  death  narrative,  unable  to  fathom  how  to  tiptoe  around  such  a  careful  topic  when  it's  about  him. at  least  haesol  spills  the  details  on  the  spot,  a  short  story  with  big  consequences. when  serim  initially  learned  the  phrase,  there's  a  first  time  for  everything,  he  didn’t  expect  it  to  include  getting  knocked  unconscious. but  here  he  was  with  an  interesting  experience  and  though  his  head  hurts,  he  doesn’t  think  he’s  in  trouble. no  visit  to  the  clinic  and  no  c-word  to  toss  around  here.

 “  besides  the  urge  to  crack  my  head  open  so  i  can  fight  the  headache  i  guess  i’m  okay. ”  he  replies. with  care,  he  adjusts  himself  again,  this  point  leaning  forward  then  a  bit  backwards,  then  to  the  left  and  right  as  if  swinging  himself  round  in  a  pendulum  form  will  help  shift  his  pounding  skull. it  doesn’t,  but  it  also  doesn’t  make  him  dizzy  either  and  he  takes  that  as  a  good  sign.

 “  do  i  look  okay  ?  ”    he  inquires,  turning  himself  over  so  the  other  can  have  a  proper  study  of  his  features. hold  on,  haesol  hit  him  on  the  head  not  on  the  face. “  wait  i  mean,  does  my  head  look  okay  ?  ”  he  turns  to  glance  away,  staring  at  the  nearby  wall  instead. “  no  lump  ?  no  bruises  ?  ”

[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.

[yhserim]

𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 / @yhyongguk​

though  he's  not  ashamed  at  all,  or  sees  the  need  to  hide  his  familial  connections,  people  might  not  realize  who  his  relative  is  at  first  glance. serim  is  dawn. light,  he  is  a  painter. brush,  roller,  sponge,  soothing  and  pleasant  he  dabs  away  upon  his  canvas. he  thinks  guk  is  dusk. dense,  he  is  a  sculptor. chisels,  hammer,  sandpaper,  abrasive  and  harsh,  he  hounds  away  upon  his  alabaster.

 they're  two  people  who  adore  the  same  creation,  the  art  of  arranging  tones  until  it  speaks  a  story. yet  still  they  walk  two  distinct paths. he  considers  of  classical  music. he  plays  songs  from  the  1800s  and  earlier. his  cousin  is  out  there  jamming  rock  songs  with  the  rest  of  his  roommates  as  a  band. yet  it's  music  which  connects  the  two  of  them  beyond  their  shared  childhood  memories.

 the  lazy  spring  afternoon  reflects  sunlight  into  their  living  room,  warming  up  the  space  the  two  lounged  in  since  early  hours. they're  working  together,  or  rather  his  cousin  is  doing  all  the  work  on  concocting  a  new  song. serim  is  only  offering  his  ears,  perfect  pitch  sensitive  to  any  slight  dissonance,  and  an  opinion. occasionally  he  picks  up  his  violin  who  sits  against  his  side,  to  convey  sounds  words  cannot  express.

 ”  i  felt  the  buildup  to  the  chorus  falls  flat. ”  he  comments,  furrowing  his  eyebrows  in  ponder. ”  like  the  drop  in  the  bridge  needs  to  be  better  if  you  want  this  kind  of  chorus. ”

[yhserim]

bro he really looks like this