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“Detention, again?”
Hanseo groaned, slouching in his chair inside the Dean’s office. He didn't even do anything that bad this time, he just… maybe, slightly, accidentally started a bet in class that got way too competitive. How was he supposed to know people would start throwing their actual lunch money into the pot?
And okay, maybe he had encouraged it a little. But in his defense, the bet was solid, everyone was convinced Professor Min couldn't go a whole lecture without bringing up his tragic love life. Turns out, the professor could, but only because he heard about the bet and was trying not to lose.
Hanseo thought it was funny. The Dean? Not so much. His classmates? Definitely not.
“Mr. Hanseo,” the Dean said with an exhausted sigh, pushing up her sharp glasses. “I’m tired of having you here every other week. Clearly, reflection papers aren’t working.”
“No offense, ma’am, but those papers are boring as hell–”
“Language, Hanseo.”
“Sorry, sorry,” he muttered, not sorry at all.
The Dean folded her arms. “Since you seem to have so much energy, your new punishment is to clean the school’s greenhouse. Every day. For two weeks.”
Hanseo blinked. “Wait. The abandoned one? The one nobody even visits?”
“Exactly.”
Hanseo groaned. But when the Dean added that if he skipped, his parents would be informed, he immediately shut his mouth.
No way was he getting his credit cards cut off again.
After his little ‘trial’ with the Dean, Hanseo stormed into the cafeteria, slamming his tray onto the table where his friends were gathered.
“Guys,” he announced dramatically. “I have been wrongfully convicted.”
For exactly two seconds, the group stared at him in silence. Then–
Steven cackled so hard he nearly fell off his chair.
“PFFT— BRO, AGAIN?!” Steven wiped tears from his eyes. “How the hell do you keep getting caught?!”
“Oh my god,” Joo wheezed, clutching his stomach. “It hasn't even been a full week since your last one!”
“You’re actually impressive at this point,” Kyungho said, shaking his head.
Woongki was trying to act sympathetic, but his lips were twitching. “Hanseo, man… have you ever considered just... behaving?”
“Where’s the fun in that?” Hanseo shot back.
“Okay, okay, hold up. What’s the punishment this time?” Jeongwoo asked, grinning. “Another reflection paper? Trash duty?”
Ibo smirked. “Maybe they’ll just reserve him a permanent seat in the Dean’s office.”
Hanseo scowled. “Worse. They’re making me clean the greenhouse. Every damn day. For two weeks.”
The group went dead silent.
“BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
Steven actually collapsed onto the floor, pounding the tiles. “THE–THE ABANDONED GREENHOUSE?!”
Joo was crying from laughter. “OH MY GOD, YOU’RE GONNA TURN INTO A GARDENING GRANDPA–”
“Wait, wait, hold up,” Kyungho gasped between laughs. “You- YOU? In a place with bugs and dirt?!”
“You’re dead, bro,” Woongki said, shaking his head in mock pity.
“My deepest condolences,” Jeongwoo added solemnly, pressing a hand to his heart.
Hanseo crossed his arms. “Wow. Amazing support system I have.”
“We're just mourning your social life,” Joo snickered.
“Forget social life,”Ibo said. “Your street cred is gone.”
Steven wheezed. “Imagine this–Hanseo, the ‘coolest guy on campus,’ surrounded by flowers and dirt, wearing an apron, tending to tomatoes–”
“OKAY, STOP,” Hanseo groaned, dropping his head onto the table. “This is hell.”
His friends kept laughing.
The greenhouse was just as he expected, dusty, overgrown, and worst of all, full of plants. Hanseo hated dirt. And bugs. And humidity. But at least it was quiet, no annoying professors or campus security nagging at him.
After sweeping some fallen leaves, he noticed something odd. A hole in the greenhouse’s back wall. It wasn’t large, but definitely big enough for someone like him to squeeze through.
“Huh.” Hanseo tilted his head. “If there’s a hole, it means I should go in, right?”
That is definitely not the logic of a responsible person, but Hanseo was not a responsible person. Without hesitation, he pushed himself through.
On the other side, his breath hitched.
It was like stepping into another world.
Sunlight streamed through impossibly tall trees, casting golden hues over the soft, mossy ground. Strange, colorful plants bloomed in ways he'd never seen before. The air smelled… clean, almost magical.
“Damn,” Hanseo muttered. “I should bring the guys here. This place is sick.”
Then, his gaze landed on something hanging from a low tree branch, a tiny birdhouse.
Curious, he leaned in, peering inside. His eyes widened.
Inside, curled up in a nest of leaves, was a tiny, glowing figure.
A… fairy?
Hanseo gawked at the tiny creature, his brain short-circuiting. The fairy– because what the hell else could it be? –was barely the size of his palm, with delicate, translucent wings shimmering under the dim greenhouse light. It was wrapped in what looked like flower petals, its tiny chest rising and falling as it stirred from its slumber.
It stretched lazily, then rubbed its eyes with tiny hands.
“Holy sh–”
Before Hanseo could finish, the fairy’s eyes snapped open. Glowing eyes–large and sharp, locking onto him like a predator spotting prey.
A beat of silence.
Then…
POOF.
A sudden explosion of sparkling dust shot straight into Hanseo’s face.
“ACK–!” He stumbled back, nearly knocking over a flower pot. His hands flew up to his face, furiously rubbing his eyes. “WHAT THE HELL!! Did you just throw glitter at me?!”
“First of all,” a small but very annoyed voice huffed, “it’s not ‘glitter’ It’s magic dust, you uncultured tree stump.”
Hanseo blinked rapidly, his vision still foggy. When he finally managed to see straight, the fairy was now hovering just above the tiny birdhouse, arms crossed, an unimpressed frown plastered on its face.
Despite its size, the sheer amount of attitude radiating from the tiny creature was insane.
Hanseo squinted. “Did-Did you just call me a tree stump?”
“Would you prefer oversized houseplant?” the fairy shot back.
Hanseo barked out a laugh. “Damn. You’re tiny, but your attitude’s huge.”
The fairy’s wings fluttered as it scoffed. “And you’re big, but your brain is small.”
“Ouch.” Hanseo pressed a hand to his chest, faking offense. “That actually hurt a little.”
“Good.” The fairy smirked.
Hanseo grinned, leaning in slightly. “So, you’re a real-life fairy? Like… a legit, actual, honest-to-god fairy?”
The fairy rolled its eyes. “No, I’m an unusually aggressive firefly. Yes, I’m a fairy, you dolt.”
“Okay, okay,” Hanseo raised his hands in surrender. “Just making sure I’m not hallucinating from all that ‘magic dust’ you threw at me.”
The fairy scoffed. “Trust me, if you were hallucinating, I’d be way taller and far less annoyed by your presence.”
Hanseo snorted. “I like you already.”
The fairy groaned, rubbing its temples as if it suddenly had a migraine. “Great. Just what I needed. A giant with attachment issues.”
“Name’s Hanseo, by the way.”
The fairy yawned dramatically. “Didn’t ask.”
Hanseo smirked. “And you are…?”
The fairy hesitated, then sighed as if this entire conversation was the biggest waste of time. “Yence.”
Hanseo grinned wider. “Well, Yence, I think we’re gonna be great friends.”
Yence narrowed his glowing eyes. “I would literally rather be eaten by a frog.”
Hanseo chuckled. “Good thing I don’t own one, then.”
After that day, Hanseo found himself sneaking into the greenhouse more often.
What started as a punishment had somehow turned into his daily routine. Instead of heading straight to the billiards hall or tagging along with his friends to make terrible life choices, he found himself hurrying toward the old greenhouse behind the school.
It wasn’t even a question anymore, after class, after practice, even on weekends, Hanseo would slip past the rusty gate, duck through the hole in the greenhouse wall, and enter the little world hidden inside.
And every time, without fail, he’d find Yence waiting for him.
Sometimes, the fairy would be perched on his usual birdhouse, looking effortlessly majestic with his glowing wings. Other times, he’d be napping inside a tulip, curled up like a tiny chick. They also occasionally hang inside the greenhouse, just planting new greens and flowers. And occasionally, Hanseo would arrive to find Yence dramatically sighing on top of a mushroom, acting like a tragic prince in exile.
“Took you long enough,” Yence would always say, arms crossed.
“You know I have an actual life, right?” Hanseo would retort, flopping down onto an old rock.
“Doubtful.”
At first, they just talked–well, bickered was the more accurate term. Yence never ran out of sarcastic comments, and Hanseo never backed down from a fight.
“You eat like a wild beast,” Yence had once commented as Hanseo munched on a sandwich.
“And you eat air,” Hanseo shot back.
“I absorb nutrients from nature!”
"So… you eat air."
Then, there were the pranks.
Yence quickly discovered he could use his magic for mildly annoying purposes, like making Hanseo’s shoelaces mysteriously untie themselves, turning his drink into salt water, or levitating his books just high enough that he couldn’t reach them.
“Seriously?” Hanseo groaned, staring up at his hovering notebook.
“If your brain worked as fast as your mouth, you’d have caught it by now,” Yence mused.
Hanseo did eventually get the notebook back. By launching himself in the air and knocking himself over in the process.
“You’re the worst,” Hanseo grumbled from the soil.
Yence smirked. “And yet, you keep coming back.”
He wasn’t wrong.
It took exactly one week after his two weeks punishment before his friends started getting suspicious.
One afternoon, as Hanseo was getting ready to slip away, Steven threw an arm around his shoulders and blocked his escape.
“Bro, where the hell do you even go after class now?” Steven squinted at him, eyes full of betrayal. “You used to be our MVP at billiards. Now you disappear like some secret agent.”
“Yeah,” Joo chimed in, leaning in. “If you got a girlfriend, just tell us.”
“What if he actually started studying?” Kyungho joked, making Woongki snort.
“As if,” Hanseo scoffed.
Ibo raised a brow. “Better than beer and bad decisions?”
Jeongwoo gasped dramatically, “Impossible.”
Hanseo just smirked, but he didn’t say more.
No way they’d believe him if he told them he was spending his afternoons arguing with a tiny, winged menace.
Steven narrowed his eyes. “Dude, if you’re hiding something, I swear–”
“Relax,” Hanseo said, smoothly dodging past him. “I just found a way better hobby.”
And before they could question him further, he was already out the door.
As soon as Hanseo climbed through the hole, Yence was waiting.
“You’re late.”
Hanseo flopped onto his usual spot, exhaling loudly. “And you’re still tiny.”
“And yet, I’m still more powerful than you,” Yence replied, floating midair. “Now, are we going to continue that bet, or are you chickening out?”
Hanseo groaned. He’d forgotten.
It had started as a joke. Hanseo had made a stupid claim that he could make a flower bloom faster than Yence could with magic.
Yence, of course, had taken it as a challenge.
Now, Hanseo was sitting cross-legged on the ground, staring intensely at a bud.
“Grow, damn it,” he muttered.
Yence sat nearby, smug as hell, lazily twirling a leaf between his fingers. “You look ridiculous.”
“Shut up, I’m concentrating.”
Yence yawned. Then, with a flick of his fingers, the flower instantly bloomed, bright and golden.
Hanseo stared. “You-You cheated!”
“How? By using the literal magic I was born with?”
“Exactly!”
Yence smirked, floating closer. “Face it, Hanseo. You just suck at gardening.”
Hanseo sighed dramatically, flopping onto his back. “Maybe. But at least I don’t look like an angry butterfly.”
“EXCUSE ME?!”
Hanseo just laughed.
Yeah, this was way more fun than getting detention.
Hanseo was getting too comfortable in the greenhouse.
At this point, he had claimed an official seat, an old crate that was definitely not stable but worked well enough. He even started bringing snacks, much to Yence’s horror.
“You’re getting crumbs everywhere!” the fairy snapped, wings fluttering in agitation.
“Relax, it’s just bread.” Hanseo bit off another piece, chewing lazily.
“This is sacred ground, you animal.”
“Oh yeah? And what exactly makes it sacred?”
“Because I live here, obviously.”
Hanseo snorted. “You mean you squatted here until I started cleaning it.”
Yence gasped dramatically, clutching his chest. “How dare–I have presided over this sanctuary for decades!”
“Presided? You were literally asleep in a birdhouse when I found you.”
“I was in hibernation!”
“Uh-huh. Sure.” Hanseo looked over to Yence and he almost burst out laughing. Yence was puffing his face so hard that it made his whole face red, it was kinda cute in Hanseo’s opinion.
“Do you ever stop talking?”
“Do you ever stop nagging?”
Yence fumed, but before he could launch another insult, a sudden gust of wind whooshed through the greenhouse, knocking over an empty pot.
Hanseo barely reacted. “That was dramatic.”
Yence, however, had gone stiff.
“…Hanseo,” he said slowly. “Get inside the crate.”
Hanseo blinked. “What? No.”
“I’m serious.”
“And I’m seriously not stuffing myself into a wooden box. What’s your deal?”
Then Hanseo noticed it.
The air felt… different. The usual warm glow of the greenhouse had dimmed slightly, and a strange hum filled the air.
The plants shuddered like something had just moved past them.
“Stay still,” Yence whispered. His usual snark was gone.
That’s when Hanseo saw it, a shadow.
Something was moving outside the greenhouse.
And it wasn’t human.
Hanseo swallowed. “…Please tell me that’s not some monster out to kill me.”
Yence hovered closer, his wings tense. “It’s worse.”
Hanseo’s entire body went cold. “Worse than death?!”
Yence nodded. “It’s my older brother.”
There was a long pause.
“You have a family?!” Hanseo whisper-yelled. “I thought you just spawned out of nowhere!”
“ EXCUSE ME?! WHAT DO I LOOK LIKE, A MUSHROOM?!”
“KINDA?!”
The shadow outside the greenhouse stopped.
Hanseo held his breath.
“Yence,” a deep voice rumbled from outside. “I know you’re in there.”
Hanseo turned to Yence, who was palpably sweating.
“Ohhhh no.”
“Ohhh yes,” Hanseo mimicked. “Why do I feel like I’m about to witness some family drama?”
Yence grabbed his collar and yanked him down. “SHUT UP AND HIDE!”
Hanseo, who never listened to authority, was definitely not going to start now. Instead of hiding, he stayed put, watching as Yence paced back and forth mid-air like a nervous fly.
“Why do you look like you just got caught sneaking out?” Hanseo whispered, clearly amused.
“Because I DID!” Yence hissed. “Do you think I live in this greenhouse because I want to?!”
Hanseo shrugged. “I dunno, you seem pretty at home.”
Yence looked ready to strangle him when the deep voice outside called again–
“YENCE. OPEN THIS DOOR BEFORE I BURN IT DOWN.”
Hanseo choked. “I-I’m sorry, BURN?!”
Yence groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Great. Of course, he’s being dramatic.”
“I’d say it runs in the family.” Hanseo murmured.
“SHUT IT, GIANT.”
Yence took a deep breath, grumbled something about bad luck, then snapped his fingers.
The greenhouse door creaked open on its own.
And standing there was… an even angrier-looking version of Yence.
But bigger. And scarier.
The new fairy had long, flowing silver hair and piercing gold eyes that screamed authority. He wore dark robes, but most importantly, his wings were twice the size of Yence’s, shimmering with a strange golden fire.
Hanseo could only stare.
“Oh,” he said blankly. “You’re actually intimidating. I thought Yence was just being a coward.”
“I AM NOT A COWARD–”
“YENCE,” the older fairy cut him off, his glare intense. “You have some explaining to do.”
Yence sighed. “Yeah, yeah, I know, Big Brother Ten. I broke the rules, I left the kingdom, blah blah blah–”
“Broke the rules?!” The older fairy’s wings–Ten, flared. “You vanished without a word and chose to live in a-a HUMAN’S BROKEN PLANT PRISON?!?!”
Hanseo snorted. “Plant prison. I like that.”
Ten turned to Hanseo with deadly precision. “And YOU–who even ARE you?!”
Hanseo smirked. “Hanseo. Professional delinquent, part-time greenhouse cleaner, full-time pain in the ass.”
Yence facepalmed. “STOP INTRODUCING YOURSELF LIKE THAT.”
Ten’s eyes twitched. “You… you let a human SEE YOU?”
“Correction,” Hanseo said, raising a finger. “I found him. He was literally passed out in a birdhouse.”
“Hanseo.” Yence glared. “Shut. Up.”
“Why?” Hanseo grinned. “I’m having fun.”
Ten rubbed his temples. “I cannot believe this. First, you run away from the kingdom, then you let a human know about our existence, and now you’re… what? Playing home with him?! Is he your lover?!”
“Ohhh~ It’s worse–”
Yence crossed his arms. “Shut up Hanseo!! So what?!”
“ ‘So what?!’ Do you even realize how much trouble you’re in?!”
“Oh please, what’s the worst they can do?” Yence rolled his eyes. “Banish me again? Oh wait, they already DID.”
Hanseo blinked. “…You’re BANISHED?”
Yence’s wings froze mid-flap.
Ten smirked. “Ah, so you haven’t told your little lover everything.”
Hanseo leaned forward. “Hold on. Explain. Right now–WAIT DID YOU CALL ME LITTLE?? I’LL SHOW YOU LITTLE ALRIGHT!”
Yence groaned, muttering curses in fairy language.
Ten crossed his arms. “Oh, I’d love to explain, but I’d rather drag him back home first–”
“I’M NOT GOING BACK!” Yence shouted, flying up in frustration. “I have my reasons for leaving, and I–”
Before Yence could finish, another violent gust of wind slammed against the greenhouse.
Hanseo’s instincts kicked in as he grabbed a wooden beam to steady himself.
Outside, the sky had darkened.
The storm was coming.
And Hanseo had a feeling this wasn’t just about the weather anymore.
The storm outside raged, howling against the greenhouse like an angry beast. Hanseo barely had time to process the fact that Yence had been banished before he had to worry about not getting crushed by flying flower pots.
“Okay–WHAT is going on?!” Hanseo shouted over the wind, dodging a rogue vine that had somehow come to life. “Is this normal, or am I about to get struck by fairy lightning?!”
“It’s fine!” Yence yelled back, looking not at all fine. “He’s just pissed! AND being dramatic”
“I gathered that much, genius! But why is the WEATHER mad?!”
Yence winced. “Because–ugh, it’s linked to emotions, okay? It happens when powerful fairies get too worked up!”
Hanseo blinked. Then grinned.
“So you’re telling me… your brother is throwing a TEMPER TANTRUM?”
“HANSEO, FOR THE LOVE OF–”
Before Yence could finish, the storm suddenly died down.
Silence.
Yence and Hanseo slowly turned to find Yence’s brother glaring at them, arms crossed.
“Are you two done flirting?”
Yence choked. “EXCUSE ME?!”
Hanseo, ever the menace, smirked. “Awww, you need to get your priority straight man. I thought you were mad?”
Ten’s eyes twitched. “I will not entertain this nonsense.”
Yence, still fuming, turned to Hanseo and jabbed a finger into his chest. “This is YOUR fault!”
“How is this MY fault?” Hanseo laughed. “I’m not the one who decided to live rent-free in a greenhouse instead of dealing with my fairy problems!”
Yence’s wings fluttered aggressively. “Oh, so NOW you care about my problems?!”
“I dunno, maybe I wouldn’t have to pry if you actually told me anything instead of acting like a feral hamster all the time–”
“I DO NOT–”
“YOU LITERALLY BIT ME LAST WEEK.”
Yence’s face turned red. “I THOUGHT YOU WERE STEALING MY FOOD!”
“IT WAS A DAMN STRAWBERRY, YENCE!”
Ten let out a long-suffering sigh and massaged his temples. “I am begging you both to shut up.”
But Hanseo was having way too much fun.
With a lazy grin, he leaned against the greenhouse table, watching Yence huff and puff, wings twitching.
“You’re kinda cute when you’re mad, you know.”
Yence froze.
Hanseo swore he saw his wings glitch.
“Wh–what?!” Yence stammered, his usual sharp tongue short-circuiting.
Hanseo smirked. “What? Can’t handle a little compliment?”
“I…” Yence took a deep breath, eyes narrowing. “You’re insufferable.”
“And you’re blushing.”
“I AM NOT–”
“Oh, you totally are.”
Yence sputtered, looking seconds away from throwing himself into the nearest flowerpot.
Meanwhile, his brother just stared. “This is a disaster.”
Hanseo winked at him. “Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of your brother.”
Yence kicked him in the shin.
Hanseo only laughed.
After the older fairy’s dramatic exit, threatening Yence to go to kingdom once in a while, the greenhouse fell into a tentative silence. The storm outside had quieted into a soft, rhythmic patter on the glass, and the lingering tension slowly eased. Hanseo and Yence were left alone among the shattered pots and drooping ferns, the only sound the whisper of wind through broken panes.
Hanseo kicked off his shoes and flopped onto a creaky bench, still sporting that mischievous grin. “You know, for a minute there, I thought you’d fly off screaming like a banshee,” he teased, eyes twinkling with playful concern.
Yence hovered near a drooping fern, wings fluttering in a mix of residual anger and something softer. “Oh, shut up, Hanseo. My brother may be a royal pain, but he’s still family.” His tone was gruff yet edged with vulnerability.
Leaning back against the bench, Hanseo prodded gently, “Family, huh? You never really talk about them. What’s it like? I mean, if your guy over there gets all dramatic when you’re hanging with a human… I’m curious.”
Yence hesitated, his gaze shifting downward. “It’s complicated. I was born into a world where everything is controlled, measured, and expected to be perfect. I left because I thought I could find freedom. But sometimes… freedom feels lonely.”
Hanseo scoffed lightly, then softened his tone as he moved closer. “Maybe freedom isn’t about ditching your past; maybe it’s about owning who you are. Even if you’re a sassy fairy with a temper that could rival a storm.” He grinned, and for a moment, the tension in Yence’s eyes melted into something almost tender.
“Look at you,” Hanseo continued with a teasing lilt. “I never imagined I’d swap late-night billiards for this, sneaking into an abandoned greenhouse just to banter with a fairy who out-snarks all my friends.”
Yence rolled his eyes, but the corner of his mouth twitched upward. “And you’re still the same reckless human who gets into trouble by the dozen,” he replied, his voice low and almost confessional.
A comfortable silence fell over them as the greenhouse, illuminated by soft moonlight filtering through broken glass, seemed to pulse with a gentle magic of its own. Hanseo’s eyes sparkled as he observed the swaying plants. “Maybe it’s your presence,” he mused. “Or maybe you’re finally beginning to harness your own power.”
The fairy’s voice dropped, quieter than before. “Do you ever feel… unsure of who you are, Hanseo?” he asked hesitantly, vulnerability threading his words.
Hanseo chuckled softly, shaking his head. “Every damn day. But maybe that’s what makes life interesting, figuring it out one crazy day at a time.”
Yence’s gaze met Hanseo’s, and for a moment, the playful banter faded into something deeper. “I-I like spending time with you, even if you drive me absolutely nuts,” he admitted, his tone both exasperated and sincere.
Hanseo’s grin widened, his voice warm as he teased, “Likewise, you little magical pest.”
A charged silence filled the space between them. The soft glow of the greenhouse, the whisper of rain on glass, and the rich, earthy scent of damp soil made the moment feel almost surreal. Hanseo reached out, his fingers gently brushing away a stray petal from Yence’s cheek, an intimate gesture that spoke louder than any words.
“I promise I won’t mess up your world too much,” Hanseo murmured, his tone half-joking, half-serious.
Yence’s eyes softened, and he offered a tentative smile. “And I promise to try not to annoy you as much,” he replied, his voice barely above a whisper.
In that quiet, enchanted moment, the barriers between human and fairy crumbled. Two very different souls found solace in each other’s company, a secret haven in the chaos of their respective worlds, where unspoken promises and fragile trust began to weave a bond that neither had expected.
Hanseo cleared his throat, standing in front of his very skeptical group of friends. He gestured to the tiny, floating figure beside him.
“Guys, meet Yence.”
Silence.
Then…
Steven let out an ear-piercing scream. Like, full-on horror movie level.
Joo immediately dropped his drink. “WHAT THE ACTUAL–”
Kyungho grabbed Woongki’s arm. “Babe. Babe, do you see that? I’m not hallucinating, right?”
Woongki, looking a little pale, nodded slowly. “We are so sober right now, and I still don’t believe it.”
Ibo took a deep breath, turned to Hanseo, and asked with genuine concern, “Be honest. Did you hit your head in the greenhouse?”
Jeongwoo, meanwhile, was frozen in place, gripping his phone like he was about to record an alien sighting.
Yence, entirely unimpressed, sighed and crossed his arms. “This is the most dramatic group of humans I have ever met.”
Steven, still recovering, pointed accusingly. “Hanseo, you never told us you were seeing a Tinker Bell rip-off behind our backs!”
“I AM NOT A–” Yence’s wings flared as he fumed.
Hanseo groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “I knew this was a bad idea.”