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"What the hell was that, Hyunjin?!"
Hyunjin almost laughs at her scream like whispers, but Ryujin was quicker at cutting her off, "What if my girlfriend saw you?"
"I was just paying a visit."
"At 4 am? In my bedroom?"
Maybe she has every right to be mad, but it still doesn't change the fact that it was hilarious when the girl had a near heart attack after she flicked her sleepy forehead.
"You're part of the supernatural world, how are you still surprised by the unexpected?"
Ryunjin snorts, ignoring her question, "Want anything to eat?"
"Yes please." Hyunjin makes herself comfortable on the kitchen island, watching the short-haired girl roam around her kitchen in search of cutleries.
"Pretty girl by the way."
"I know."
"Way out of your league, is she a model or something?"
"Chaeryeong is a choreographer." Ryujin makes it beside her, opting for the seat instead of her perfectly sterile table, "I met her in her sister's dance studio."
"Is this cereal?"
"4 am is considered a morning." Hyunjin rolls her eyes, muttering something about guest mistreatment before allowing herself to indulge.
"So how long have you been together?"
"I've was already courting her before you even left."
"And you never told me?"
"Not like we're friends, to begin with."
Hyunjin feigns hurt, dramatically cupping her chest, specifically her left boob where her supposed heart is, "Why would I be here if we weren't?"
"When did you even get here?"
"Just a few days ago."
"Where are you staying? You're not here because you want to live with me right?"
She scoffs, "Heck no. I still live in Heejin's old apartment."
"Doesn't Jiwoo unnie live there now?"
Hyunjin nods, "She remembers everything. Sooyoung never erased her memories."
Ryujin raises her eyebrow, her spoon halting midway to her mouth, "Oh?"
"Yeah, you didn't know?"
"Nope."
"I only just found out. She chose to know that hell exists and waited for us even if she knew there was a chance we'll not come back."
"Oh, that sucks."
"How about Heejin?"
"What about her?"
"Have you met her?"
"Not yet. She's backpacking in Europe."
"And is that what's really stopping you?"
Hyunjin mutes.
Ryujin takes accomplishment in successfully shutting her up, but is a tad bit filled with pity because she's not a total bitch.
"I tried to be there for her like you asked me to."
"I know, I never thanked you for that.”
She raises her bowl, as if saluting the end of their old rivalry, Ryujin quickly catching on and clinking on to hers.
("This is stupid."
”Come on, we're friends.”)
•
"Do you see your brain yet?" Heejin jumps at the new company, snapping her head quickly as she must have not heard the door open.
"Hi, you're back."
The taller across doesn't respond, instead, a grin is on her face as she offers a beer bottle from her grasp.
"I did tell you I'll be back." Heejin eyes the strange woman who is giving said suspicious bottle.
Stranger danger. Especially, in a foreign country where there's a woman that keeps ruining the meaning of late-night alone time.
"I'm good." She shows the already empty can beside her, but the persistent latter insists, popping the bottle cap open before setting it on the railing, "It's always yours if you want it."
She rests beside the awkward Heejin who is clearly still wary of her existence. Hyunjin wants to laugh at its massive contrast from their relationship before.
"You shouldn't be here." She chuckles before taking a swing of her beer, pointing down the sign on the wall that wrote 'Entrée Interdite' in bold red letters.
Heejin raises her eyebrow, breaking her view away from the scenery; "You're not either."
"Toućhe." Hyunjin pushes the beverage closer to the girl, grinning in victory when she finally succumbs.
("Please tell me this is not poisoned."
"That's a boring way to murder someone."
Heejin shrugs. It totally isn't convincing. But she'll risk it.)
"So how's Paris so far?"
"It's been good, I ate breakfast by the canal this morning, it was refreshing to get some morning air.”
"Brought me any bread?"
"No." Heejin chuckles, "I'll be sure to bring you some tomorrow."
"Oh, so you do want me to be back tomorrow?" A glint of mischief sparkles in her eye, making Heejin want to shove this girl. But she rolls her eyes again instead of give in to physical violence. Hyunjin still finds her habit adorable.
"Stop flirting, you literally came here for a girl." The demon clicks her tongue playfully in return.
"Any luck with her by the way?" Hyunjin shakes her head, taking a big gulp before offering a cozy smile.
Heejin doesn't exactly understand why this strange girl chose to talk to her one night and proceeded to rant about some ex-girlfriend and how she went here to redeem their romance. But Heejin understands the reassurance of spewing problems on to strangers, so she listened.
Heejin's small hands pat her shoulder, awkwardly, as she always was, but her smile usually makes up for it.
As it is doing now, because Hyunjin is looking at her as if she was the most amusing person ever whilst enduring the attempt of comfort than cringe her brain out.
Heejin is thankful.
“Thanks, small one.”
“If I didn’t just meet you, I would have hit you.”
"How did you come back?"
"It wasn't hard, my dad is a higher up asshole and everyone down there desires power. It didn't take long to find another narcissistic satanic businessman to agree to my plan." Hyunjins states as she looks through the list of movies she's missed in the passing years. And Yerim being the nice ball of sunshine she is, of course, agreed to a movie marathon with her. Even dragging along the blubbering Yeojin because Yerim thinks that Hyunjin needs more company since everyone else has jobs now. The older girl never complained about being sandwiched in their presence.
("Please don't eat that."
Yeojin stares at the eldest girl as if a deer caught under the headlights, oreo hanging near her mouth.
"Why?"
"It fell on the floor."
"30-second rule."
"It's only 5-seconds." Yerim correctly with a laugh. Excited about the path that the argues will take because she's always found it fun to listen to the banter.
"Let me eat the cookie."
"We literally have more, just throw it away."
"I'm not going to waste."
"You're disgusting."
"Say that more and I'm telling Haseul unnie about you."
Hyunjin slumps down with a huff, irritated that the younger girl has something against her because of an accidental slip up by Yerim. Yeojin isn't exactly sure why the mere mention of her sister manages to shut her new friend up, but she's not missing the chance of using it as an escape card.
Hyunjin knows that none of the humans remember about them, but knowing that Haseul and Vivi are the second set of parents to Heejin is enough for her to fear tarnishing her reputation and fail to get their approval.
Yeojin grins, exhibiting her habit of poking her tongue between her teeth in glee.
"I'm going to kill you one day."
"Never going to happen.")
"Did you get in trouble when you got back?"
"Of course he was furious. That's a given. But it's nothing serious, mild torture at most."
Yerim and Yeojin look at her from under the covers, wild innocent eyes, "Mild torture?"
"Wait, isn't that illegal?" Yeojin asks. And the older two only now remembered that she has no idea what's happening.
"It's only an exaggeration."
"Oh."
"You kids don't need to worry about it. It's over now." She tussles their heads before letting herself munch on the microwaved popcorn.
"Hyunjin, are you alright?"
The girl turns with a grin, the amused Heejin approaching as she sees the unfamiliar bottle in her hand.
"What's that?"
"Liquid courage."
"Vodka?"
"That's another name for it." Hyunjin poured a round before downing the shot.
Maybe Heejin has grown to like the stranger that visits her every night, and seeing said persistent and lively woman on the ground, looking as if someone took her country takes an effect on her. So she puts down the usual beer from her hold (She bought extra because she knew Hyunjin would come) and sits beside her on the dirty floor.
"What do you need liquid courage for?"
"I can't tell you while It hasn't kicked in." Hyunjin's honey eyes stare straight into hers, soft big pupils dilated, intense and intimidating enough it makes Heejin look away to hide the slight rosiness coming up.
She shakes the feeling away.
"If this makes you feel any better, I brought you something." She pulls outs a brown bag of promised bread.
Hyunjin reluctantly took the wheaty delight, eyes glistening when realization struck. Heejin’s insides flutter at the sight.
"Rough day?"
Hyunjin nods, peeling open the bag. The Pain de sucre not as fresh as it was in the morning, but still bread nonetheless.
"You spoke to the girl?"
"I have."
"And?"
"I didn't tell her I came to meet her cause I got cold feet. Now she thinks it's a coincidence."
Heejin sits closer, offering a supportive hand on her shoulder. "Why didn't you tell her?"
"I don't know what's happening in her life anymore. What if I walk in it at the wrong time again and completely mess it up?"
She nods in understanding, brain-racking to find a response because a new friend or not, she hates the hopelessness in her voice.
Hyunjin pokes her forehead, "I'm fine, don't stress yourself about it."
"How about you? What made you travel through Europe?"
"Oh, that? I don't really know, I guess you could say it as getting over someone."
"Oh?"
Jiwoo never said anything about Heejin being in a relationship while she was gone.
"Yeah, funny enough," Heejin pauses in excruciating seconds, the taller girl anticipating her answer. "I don't know who it is."
"What?"
"Please don't find me weird."
Hyunjin furrows her eyebrows but encourages her to continue.
"Do you know that feeling you get when for whatever reason, you start feeling sad and your heart is heavy because you miss someone or a moment? For almost three years, random stuff triggered me. It just got so bad, I had to start meeting my psychiatrist again."
"Oh." A pang of guilt plants itself on Hyunjin's chest.
"I relied on other people too much to make me happy, my parents, my sisters, my friends, whoever that person is, and it was getting unhealthy so I decided to ride solo for a while, you know, find my independence. So This is basically a retreat for my mentality."
"I can get by that."
"Hyunjin."
The light flickers open, her older friends abandoning the grocery bags by the door to rush to console the girl curled up on the ground.
"Hyun, why are you there?"
The demon looks up, eyes still glassy and red, a vodka bottle clutched in her grasp. Jungeun pulls her up from her arms, dragging her into the room that was once hers and Heejin's.
"Are you drunk?" Jiwoo asked worriedly, taking away the half drank alcohol from her hand.
"No, I already tried downing a whole bottle of vodka earlier, I only got tipsy."
"Why were you trying to do that?" The demon sighs, forearm draping over her eyes to block out the light.
"She's in Paris." She mumbles.
"Huh?"
"Heejin is in Paris."
"I know, she keeps me tabs about her trip," Jiwoo says as she runs her fingers through her friend's hair, pouting with sympathy at her state.
Jungeun raises her eyebrow, arm sternly crossed. If Hyunjin didn't feel like shit, she would've scoffed at her intimidating façade, "And?"
"And what?"
"Come on, there should be more."
"I have been meeting her."
"Jesus Hyunjin, you have to be careful, you're abilities are wearing off, what if you got stuck there?" Hyunjin only groans in reply, burrowing her face into the soft pillows.
"Did you at least talk to her?"
"Every night in Paris."
"Did you tell her then?"
Hyunjin pulls out a necklace from her pocket, the locket dangling in the air. All the memories about her incased in a small golden bunny.
"I got cold feet." She pouts, "And it's so frustrating, do you know how long I've waiting to do this?"
"Four years?"
"More, time down there works differently."
"How much then?"
Hyunjin groans, "Five thousand four hundred and twenty-three days." She doesn't take a peek at her friends' reaction, not needing the wallowing silent pity she knows their eyes convey.
Sooner or later, the silence is broken by Jungeun, "I'll call Jinsoul and tell her I'll be late today." She states before disappearing out of the room, and Hyunjin is regretful for planting herself in this counseling session she should have seen coming.
"It's been that long huh?"
Hyunjin turns to her. Jiwoo's low voice still occasionally catching her off guard.
"Don't worry, she'll come back soon. Sooyoung misses you, so the does the others." It's no doubt that the other girls will return, the question is when exactly will the affairs Hyunjin left them to manage end.
"I know, I trust them."
Jiwoo settles herself on the space beside her, the two getting closer since she agreed to let her move in.
Jiwoo did tell Heejin that she couldn't afford to pay full for the rent and wants to find a roommate. And Heejin did grant her permission. So it's technically not her fault, it's just so happened to be her ex-girlfriend she doesn't remember.
"Are you going to meet her again tomorrow?"
"Yes."
"It's her last day in Paris, are you gonna give her back her memories?"
Hyunjin shrugs, "Why didn't you tell me?"
"What?"
"She said that her psychiatrist deemed her memory loss as a mental episode, her brain blacking out memories that are mentally harming her."
"It's not the truth."
"It feels like it. You didn't tell me she's only recovering now." It wasn't like Hyunjin was accusing her, she knows that everyone took what happened hard, but it doesn't stop how riled up of guilt she is because she feels like everything is her fault.
Jiwoo exhales a distressed breath, "It would have scared you away."
"I'm sorry I hurt her, unnie."
"It just wasn't the right time." Jiwoo leans her head on her shoulder, Hyunjin's broad shoulder being one of her favorite headrests.
"What should I do?"
"I trust you."
•
"Want to make out?"
Heejin chokes.
The coughing fit seems to break out Hyunjin of whatever cloud of emotions she was in, chuckling as she helps the older girl recover.
"Sorry, I wasn't thinking straight." She shrugs as she takes a bite of the croissant Heejin bought.
"Did the girl rejected you?"
"Not exactly."
"I got all night."
Hyunjin gives in, "I prepared myself today, but I couldn't do it."
"Why not?"
"Because I made her life shit and now that she's finally recovering, I might do something that'll ruin her again. I can't chance that."
"So you're leaving?"
"I think that it's the right thing to do. And if the right time comes, I'll wait for it." Hyunjin took a second to look up to her, the same intimidating doe eyes that confuses her breathing. But she doesn't shy away, maintaining eye contact with clenched sweaty hands.
"Should I stay?"
Heejin's oxygen levels cut off. And she thinks she's going crazy. Because for a second she did consider telling her to, to suggest joining her on her trip. Maybe because these late-night hangouts automatically became a daily affair in her Paris schedule, and she’s enjoying them.
She jerks the thoughts away.
This is Kim Hyunjin. You've only met her. The pretty girl on the rooftop. Kim Hyunjin who likes bread. Kim Hyunjin who gives you free beer.
Kim Hyunjin.
"No, I can't ask you to do that. I'm leaving tomorrow anyway.”
"Oh. Where to next?" Heejin doesn’t know if it’s disappointment that lingers behind her voice or if her imagination is working an extra mile today.
"Bergamo."
"Well," Hyunjin faces her, a grin on it, canines clear for her to see. The yellow glow from the rooftop's light illuminating perfectly on her features as if it was purposefully placed there for her. Heejin's insides rattle. This Hyunjin felt familiar to her. "Enjoy the rest of your trip, Jeon Heejin."
She offers her hand.
Heejin takes it with a heavy heart.
Somehow the departure felt like dejávu, an immense sadness for a person she barely knows.
"I'll see you around, Kim Hyunjin."
•
"Blue is a pretty colour."
Hyunjin rolls her eyes, "Whatever."
Jiwoo laughs from the passenger's seat as Sooyoung mocks her through the mirror.
"Are you sure you'll be fine without a plus one?"
"Yeah, as long as you're driving me there. I failed my driving test again." Hyunjin says to her roommates, her eyes are closed, the open window blowing chilly wind on to her face.
"But I'm the maid of honor, so me, being there three days early make sense. What are you going to do for three days?"
It's true that Hyunjin gets bored fast, and the sheer thought of her laying around in her room alone, doing nothing is horrible. But she's been in her university classes for too long, it'll be a good rest as Junior year for her just started.
"Well I'm sure as hell not going with Hyejoo and Chaewon. God knows what those two will do.”
"Fair enough." Sooyoung laughs.
"Did you bring your dress?"
"That blue thing?"
"Blue is a pretty color that Jinsoul unnie chose." Jiwoo defends again. And this time, Hyunjin decides not to argue anymore.
("Why are you here?"
"Stop clowning, Jiwoo unnie told you I was coming."
Jungeun shakes her head disapprovingly as Jinsoul greets her with a cheerful hug. "She's my maid of honor and Sooyoung unnie is her plus one, how about you?"
"I'm Hyunjinie."
The couple chuckles, "Not a demon anymore, but still cocky I see."
"Can't lose my pride in front of you."
Giving in, the blondes hand over her keycard. "We'll be by the pool later, you should join."
"Yeah sure.")
Hyunjin can admit that she's bored. A whole day had passed since her arrival, and she has tried almost every activity the resort provides. She’s sure as hell not trying the couple tea tasting, considering the only free person at the moment is Sooyoung, and she's not getting sweety sweet with Sooyoung.
The blonde couple is too preoccupied with managing their wedding event to entertain her. As for Jiwoo, she's too busy being a maid of honor that the only time Hyunjin gets to see her is during the breakfast buffet.
So she doesn't exactly understand why said girl is standing in front of her door, sweat layered on her forehead, panting as if she ran a marathon.
"Did you run here?"
"Yes."
"But why?"
With a deep inhale for her frantic heart, "HeejinishereandIforgottotellyouearlierbecauseIwastoobusy."
Hyunjin blinks at her.
"Heejin?" The name has barely left her mouth since the night in Paris. Of course, she expected Heejin to come, Jungeun was her manager in Elokuva and they were close. But Hyunjin underestimated the amount of mental preparation she needed for it.
"Yes, I forgot she was coming with Yerim today for Jungeunie’s bachelorette."
"Oh." Hyunjin scratches the back of the head because she's not exactly sure what to do with the information. It's not like she can shoo her away.
"What do we do?"
"What can we do?"
"Are you going to be okay?" The elder girl asks, concerned filled her slanted eyes.
"Of course."
Maybe not as okay she expected, because the bachelorette is in two hours and her nerves are tingling as time gets closer. She makes her way to one of the sun chairs on the beach, sipping on the cocktail she bought by the bar. Putting it on the soon-to-be-wedded's tab because she just realized she could do that and she's a broke college student.
"Hey, you."
Bread is placed in front of her, along with it, a bright smile that makes her go crazy.
Heejin plops herself in a towel, the sunset as if now just a backdrop made for her, the yellow hue glowing on the pale skin of her bare shoulders.
"Hyunjin." The latter smiles brightly, "You didn't forget me, did you?"
"Uh, Heejin." Hyunjin reacts quickly by shoving the golden pendant necklace behind her shirt. “You’re here. In a resort. In front of me.”
Heejin laughs, and Hyunjin doesn’t fail to notice the carefreeness in her, “Small world huh? I didn't know you knew Jungeun and Jinsoul unnie too."
Hyunjin silently agrees, still baffled by the unexpected reunion.
"It's been a year and a half since Paris right?"
"Yeah."
"I came back two months ago, I've been staying with my parents though." Hyunjin is aware of her return, but she's been too preoccupied with school work and newly found hobbies to interact with the girl.
Or as Jungeun says: she's being a big coward.
“You look nice.”
Heejin’s cheeks puff up, “Thank you. You do too, not that you never did.”
•
"That's enough for you, Choi Yerim." Jungeun points at the brunette, everyone fearing that she'll spill her cup of wine on the floor. Everyone meaning Hyunjin because everyone else is too busy being drunk and giggling. Thankfully, Hyunjin wasn't there yet, close but she chose not to mix vaping into play as since being human, the terrors of lung cancer have scared the crap out of her.
Yerim responses by puffing melon flavored smoke on the blonde's face, "Unnie, I'm not a child anymore."
"Fine." The wedding girl aggressive takes a swing of her wine. Hyunjin almost has a heart attack.
"I can't believe you're getting married Jungeunie." Jiwoo clings on to her, the best friends giving each other fond eyes before melting themselves into a warm embrace. After they left, Jungeun sooner or later figured out that Jiwoo's memories were not erased. And as friends, she comforted her until the bond turned inseparable. Jiwoo took it hard, and not being able to express her feelings to Heejin was torture, topped off by the girl also going through her own problems.
"Yeah unnie, I was starting to think Jinsoul unnie was actually going to get cold feet." Yerim, being their unofficial daughter, was also ecstatic by the news.
Hyunjin can only watch fondly, because one way or another, they're family. Even more than her dad who she started a rebellion against.
A hand loops in her arm.
"I want what they have," Heejin says dreamily, head as if automatic, rests comfortably on her shoulder.
The girl has been by her side since the beach earlier, the two girls catching up like old friends, not strangers in a rooftop, but actual friends who are genuinely intrigued by each other’s stories. Heejin droned on about her long trip and Hyunjin complained about her school and how being a music major is not easy. It felt comforting, Hyunjin is pleased to feel the level of comfort with her again.
"Huggy friends?" She motions to the three huddled together that for whatever reason are close to tears.
Heejin giggles, leaning closer on to her, "I have plenty of that."
Her face is red, and still puffy from the full-body massages earlier, there's slight sauce on her white robe and she's taken out her contacts in exchange for her big round nerdy glasses. But Hyunjin's breath hitches, the peaceful cup of wine threatening to fall out of her hold. All because a pretty girl is clinging on to her.
Get yourself together.
"Then what?"
"I want what Jungeun unnie has."
“A relationship?”
“Yeah, the trip made me understand alot of things about myself. I think I’m ready to try again.”
She’s ready.
Hyunjin smiles at the thought.
Hyunjin wakes up, realizing that she passed out in Jungeun's suite as did everyone. She does notice the missing Heejin who spent all night coddling her personal space. Not that she’s complaining.
("Don't move." The shorter girl groans, nose nuzzled into her neck.
Hyunjin doesn't remember what occurred for this to happen, but she just let Heejin’s clinging happen and now the girl is intoxicated and hugging her as if her life depends on it.
The rest are fondly staring at them, with the exception of Jungeun cringing.
She thought they would've spilled the truth already, thankfully they didn't do as such as Hyunjin is not ready to confront the thought of Heejin remembering her.
"Hyun, I think I like you."
"Heejin, you're drunk.")
"Good morning unnie." Yerim shows up on one of the mirrors beside her, looking clean and cheerful as if she didn’t participate in last night’s affairs.
"Morning, have you seen Heejin?"
"No, I went to get breakfast with Hyejoo and Chaewon unnie. I'll check when I get back to the room."
"What’s up?" She asks as she rubbed the sleep out of her face.
Yerim's hand goes through the mirror, gently setting down a bottle of pills and a glass of water on the table. "I got you some guys some Advil."
Sometimes it still feels weird to Hyunjin that her being is smaller than Yerim as she is just a mere human now.
"Oh, can you wake up Jungeun unnie? She needs to get ready for her wedding."
"Right, right." She groans as she stands, feet still slightly jelly and head still slightly aching.
"How about Jinsoul unnie?"
"Sooyoung unnie is already helping her with her hangover." She giggles before bidding her goodbye.
Hyunjin makes her way to the same-aged friends passed out on the floor, only now realizing that she took the bed from them. The two are tangled together, hair a mess, mouths hanging open that it makes Hyunjin laugh fondly.
She throws a pillow on their faces.
"Wake up! You're getting married."
"So did you find my necklace?"
"I really couldn't find it, unnie."
"Weren't you all high? You probably just took it out before you slept, it's probably still there." Hyejoo shrugs.
Hyunjin sighs, "It's okay, I'll find it after tonight." She pats Yerim's head and sends her back to where everyone is celebrating.
The ceremony past with tears, and more tears. Hyunjin doesn't understand how much liquid they have in their body, but It was sweet and it went on smoothly. As for the dinner, it was elegant, speeches between parents were said, the two love birds crying into each other's arms. Eventually, everyone starts to get a little tipsy, and what was previously the sweet waltzing dance floor is being paraded by hyped guests, a Jiwoo and Sooyoung couple dominating the dance battles they randomly started. The newlyweds are also in the mix, their dance moves contradicting the elegance of their dresses.
"Yerim said you and Heejin were practically stuck together last night." Hyejoo's monotonous voice cuts through the music, forcing Hyunjin's attention. She doesn't know why the girl brought a controller and why Chaewon didn't stop her from bringing one, but that couple was always strange and had their own lives, so she chooses not to ask.
"Yeah."
"Did you confess?"
"No, nothing happened."
"Oh, then why does she keep staring at you?"
Hyunjin looks behind her, the table across the room having a peering Heejin. She looks pretty in her sky blue ballgown-like dress, but Hyunjin didn't have time to compliment her today since for whatever reason, the latter has been avoiding her.
Hyunjin doesn’t recall anything happening in the previous night, so there’s no reason said girl should be avoiding her. But she doesn’t want to push, so she let it be.
“She looks mad.”
“I don’t know.” She shrugs, turning back to drink the cocktail provided.
“Oli, Oli, Hyunjin come dance.” An excited Chaewon appears with a much more excited Yerim.
Hyejoo groans, planting herself deeper into the chair to avoid moving. But the two play tag team, and she ends up going with them anyway.
Hyunjin looks around to find Heejin again, the girl now on the dance floor with Seoyeon and Ryujin (Hyunjin saw her with her girlfriend earlier and greeted with a peace sign), also attempting the tournament against dancing duo Chuu and Sooyoung.
Hyunjin grins at the chaotic view, taking away her cocktail as she leaves the premise of her table —The girl seems happy now.
"Kim Hyunjin!"
The voice startles Hyunjin, the guitar almost falling out of her lap. She doesn't need to turn to know who the voice belongs to, which is why she carefully sets the guitar down on the sand, taking extra care because she too penniless to pay back the resort band if she ever breaks it. She stands from her place, turning to meet the girl.
But it's unexpected when a palm meets her face.
Hyunjin clenches her face from the impact because this is the first time she's experienced any sort of harsh pain since turning human (Except that time she stubbed her toe).
"Crap, that hurts." Heejin waves the pain away from her fingers.
Hyunjin glares at her and points at her own cheek, “What was that for?”
“What was that for?!” The raise of her tone intimidates Hyunjin, losing her super strength is one thing she misses from being a demon. “I’m leaving tomorrow and you’re here playing the guitar by the sea? You even spoke to Jihoon, but not me?! I was waiting for you all night to tell me. Were you even going to tell me?!”
“What are you talking about?”
"This." The golden bunny pendant dangles in front of her face, "Explain this."
Her missing necklace.
It dawns on her.
"Uh, um- what?"
"Don't act stupid with me, Kim Hyunjin."
Hyunjin almost stumbles at how her new surname rolls on the latter's tongue.
“I was going to tell you?”
“Bullshit.” Hyunjin winces, "The ex-girlfriend in Paris was me? Why didn't you tell me?! If you weren’t going to tell me today, then when?”
"Well-"
“You went every night and did not confess to me?”
“I tried-“
"Do you know how much I couldn't stop thinking about you after you?! I thought I was going crazy, you were practically a stranger."
"You were thinking of me?"
Her question successfully cuts off the words coming out of Heejin. Her cheeks also painting red just by different circumstances.
"Well um, it turns out you’re my girlfriend. So you can't hold that against me."
"You remember everything?"
Heejin nods, a betrayed frown still on her face, "Since the night you stopped me in the rooftop."
"Oh, I see.” Hyunjin awkwardly looks away, unsure of what to say next. She opted to look out on the waves, trying hard to lose herself in the sound so she can avoid the fuming Heejin.
"I hate you so much."
“I guess I deserve that.”
“So are you staying this time?” Heejin gazes up, the blue dress stills clinging on her body with the exception of her pretty white heels that she’s long abandoned. She looks pretty.
“Well now that I’m human, I don’t see where I can go.”
“Will there be random-ass creatures chasing you?”
“Not anymore, I made a deal.”
“Okay, that’s good.” Heejin nods to herself, a sigh of relief leaving her lips. “Then tell me?”
“Tell you what?”
“Tell me that you’re really back.”
“I’m really back and I’m happy you remember everything about me. I’m sorry I disappeared for so long and got cold feet when I came back.”
"God, you're so stupid." She practically jumps on her, engulfing her in a big hug with her smaller figure.
"Are you mad at me?"
"You have no fucking clue.”
“I love you?”
“Whatever.”
(Hyunjin phone suddenly floods with vibrations, making her groan in irritation as her hand untangles from Heejin’s hair.
Heejin only laughs from her bruised lips, leaning back on the sand to dreamily stare at the stars.
Chuu: I just got a text
Chuu: she found oututututt
Chuu: she coming for u
Chuu: I'm sorry I couldn't stop her
Kimstupid: I called it
YerimPotter: Hide unnie
Kimstupid: Heejin is scary when she’s mad
YerimPotter: Hyunjin unnie? Are you still there?
Chuu: Oh no
Chuu: Are you dead?
Chuu: I’m sorryryur
Aeong: I’m not dead )
*End*