#osh.

And then you have the audacity to tell me that the drama I wasn’t in was good – giving me a compliment in the meanwhile but still. Everyone worked really hard on the drama, as did I, and for you to just say that so easily to me really hurt.

I am sorry that I told I.M., but I was looking out for him considering you haven’t told him and it’s been so long apparently. You guys are both my friends but I’ve talked to him privately about you and him to give him advice in the past and I just felt it was real shitty that he didn’t know the whole story about your lingering feelings for Chan when you were trying to get with I.M.

her body is still warmer than ever -- like the hand of that cute hephaestus kid from last summer -- and there’s sweat trickling down her brow, but little fae -- she doesn’t let people other than the teachers call her hana anymore, because c’mon, could it be any more obvious? -- cares as she jumps down the school halls, bag by her back carrying her bat and the lacrosse ball, the sneakers squeaking at every skip but no one seems to notice the dark haired female.

it was the last day of school, and people couldn’t be more excited to get out and to not see one another util they were forced back into the buildings to work their asses and brains off, but even if her summer destiny was much more interesting than any school the south korean government might offer, fae still believes she will miss this--or rather, she’d miss him.

she had asked his mum once or twice why she wouldn’t let go of the boy when he was already almost 17, but the woman would never listen to her. fae was aware sungho was precious and his mom’s baby and all of that but how much was he missing just working part-times by the warm days and hanging out with the gods know whom--the worst part was that she couldn’t be around him. what if a monster got to him first? the demigoddess couldn’t see her best friend as anything other than that young boy with big eyes and teeth, even if that was about ten years now.

much had changed, of course. sungho was more built now, and there were a few girls crazy about him and that would send her a few death stares whenever she’d wrap her arms around her best friend’s waist, but they didn’t know real death (if they wished, she could introduce it to them with a snap of her fingers, literally). so, nothing stops her from screaming a “my baby!” once she sees that head by the end of the hall, and quickly she’s by sungho’s side, squeezing him into a sweaty tight hug, the same one that made people wonder what they were. but did she care? nope.