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Minjae couldn’t shake the restlessness humming under his skin.

He sat in the passenger seat of their old Prius, eyes locked on the passing scenery. The landscape was all too familiar — this was his sixth summer at camp.

His fingers toyed with the beads on his necklace, something to ground him. More than anything, he just wanted to collapse into his bed in Cabin 11 and finally feel safe for the first time in a while. This year had been a lot. The occasional monster attack wasn’t even the real issue — he was tired of school. Senior year loomed ahead, and with it came exams, university decisions, and endless hours at the library, fighting to stay awake and make sense of lines that blurred on the page.

Minjae didn't want to think about it, not yet. For now, he was going to enjoy the summer to the fullest and pretend the rest didn’t exist.

His mom’s hand landed gently on his knee, pulling him back to the present. He turned his head, questioning.

She sighed, eyes still on the road. “Minjae, sweetheart, I know you miss your friends and all, but if you keep squirming like that, I’m stopping the car and letting you walk the rest of the way.”

“Okay, okay, I got it!” Minjae straightened up and gave her a halfhearted salute.

She just shook her head, a fond smile tugging at her lips.

“Hey,” she said after a moment, voice softer now. “You know I love you, right?”

Minjae frowned slightly, caught off guard. “Of course I do. Why?”

“I just... I’m really proud of you.” Her voice was quiet, but steady. “We’ve both been busy lately, and I don’t say it enough. I know things haven’t been easy, not at all, but seeing you grow into this kind, strong young man — it gets me emotional.”

His throat tightened, and he blinked a few times, trying not to cry.

“Mom, stop that. I can’t show up with a swollen face!” Still, he was smiling.

She chuckled. “Alright, just because you said so.” She just turned the music up, and they both settled in comfort.

Not long after, they were standing outside the car, Minjae pulling his bag from the backseat while his mom fixed his collar and fussed over him.

“Be careful, and don’t cause too much trouble, okay?” she said sternly.

“Seriously, Mom — who do you think I am?” he teased, and earned a flick to the forehead.

“Okay, okay! I’ll be careful!” Minjae rubbed the place with a pout.

“Sometimes you remind me of your father,” she murmured, shaking her head with a smile. “Always scheming. I still don’t know how you do it.”

“A magician never reveals their secrets,” he said with a wink, pressing a quick kiss to her cheek before running up the hill toward the Big Tree, laughter trailing behind him.

His mom watched him go. At the top of the hill, he turned and waved, and she waved back. 

Minjae made his way toward the Big House, his steps light but eager. He looked around, soaking everything in.

Nothing had really changed — and he loved that.

A group of Ares and Athena kids were arguing over a volleyball game, likely making wild bets. Satyrs stood in the strawberry fields with Demeter girls, gesturing excitedly about something. The clang of sword practice echoed from the distance.

As he passed, campers called out to him:

“Oh, how’ve you been?”

“Got new stories for the newbies?”

“Ready to win it all again this year?”

He laughed, answering briefly but warmly. There would be time to catch up later.

At the Big House, Chiron was already waiting, seated in his wheelchair near the porch.

“Well, look who it is,” he said with a smile.

Minjae dipped his head in greeting. “Hello, sir. It’s good to be back.”

“And I’m glad to have you. I trust the journey was smooth?”

Minjae nodded. “All good.”

“And how is your mother?”

“Everything’s fine.” Chiron studied him for a moment, then smiled knowingly.

“Well, I won’t keep you then— I imagine you’re eager to find your friends.”

Minjae’s grin widened. “They’re already here?”

“They are. And I think you know exactly where to look. Just a little reminder — I’m always here if you need anything.”

“Thank you, sir,” Minjae said with a nod before turning and heading into the forest. He couldn’t wait another second.

As he walked, he hummed the song that had stuck in his head from the ride, following the winding path like muscle memory. It wasn’t long, but it was tricky — only those who knew it could truly find their way.

Eventually, there it was.

An old cabin tucked into the trees, abandoned long ago. Yujun and Yechan had discovered it during one of their so-called expeditions, and it had quickly become theirs — a safe place, untouched by camp rules or schedules. They’d cleaned it up, brought in blankets and pillows, decorated the walls with whatever felt meaningful. It was theirs.

Minjae smiled as he stood in front of the door, hand resting on the handle.

“Hyung, if I knew you were gonna just stand there all day, I wouldn’t have waited like a dummy.”

The voice made Minjae jump. He whipped around, scanning the trees.

“Aish, Junghoon — are you kidding me?!” he shouted, heart pounding.

Quiet laughter echoed through the trees as Junghoon stepped out from behind a trunk, removing the invisibility helmet he’d inherited from his father.

“Sorry, it was just too good,” he said, still grinning. “I have to tell the others.”

“You’re impossible,” Minjae muttered with an exasperated sigh, turning back to the door.

“Just get inside already.”

Junghoon followed, his grin fading into his usual expression — only the corners of his lips turned up, indicating his amusement.

The second Minjae opened the door he was immersed in the chaotic atmosphere that was always present when all ten of them were together.

Yujun was arranging his plants on different surfaces with Seeun as his assistant. The latter was especially helpful with reaching out to higher places, and even though he was grumbling, Minjae knew he was just pretending. At the other side of the room sitting in the circle Yechan, Hyunwoo and Sumin were playing cards, the three of them looking focused on the game. Hunter was standing near, probably already out and now plotting on others. Jinsik and Junmin were dealing with a TV Minjae didn’t even know existed. He wasn’t even going to ask how they were planning to make it work in the middle of the forest with no electricity. But Jinsik was there, so it will work, Minjae thought to himself.

When Minjae stepped inside, everyone’s heads turned to the door, stopping with whatever they were doing.

“Hyung!” Yechan rushed to the door, nearly knocking the elder down. “What took you so long? I thought something happened!”

Minjae hugged him back before giving him a reassuring smile. “Hey, everything’s alright, just stayed a little longer at home.”

Others were already there, leaving Minjae no space to breath as they all decided it was time for a group hug.

“Have you missed me that much?” He chuckled, but he himself could admit how happy he was to see them all.

"You wish." Hunter replied playfully, his grip only toghtening.

“So, you all seemed busy, what were you up to?”

And just like that, the day continued. They spent time playing cards together, discussing their plans for the summer, the arrangements of the partners for future team games and made bets on who they think will win. Jinsik has fixed the TV which caused everyone’s excitement, the younger ones suggested buying a game console right away, and even if Minjae rolled his eyes at that, he knew it was only a matter of time he will be the one to actually buy it to them.

It was getting late, and they all decided to spend the rest of the day near the campfire. Hyunwoo and Junghoon were gathering twigs while Seeun, Hunter and Yechan were bringing food and drinks from all their cabins. They have missed dinner by their games and talks, so they all were thankful for snacks they had stocked up in their bags. Others helped Junmin bring warm blankets and clear some place for them to sit.

In no time they were all sitting around the campfire in a circle. Minjae found himself between Sumin and Junghoon, Junmin sitting right across.

The time flew by with their never-ending jokes, laugh and genuine smiles. Seeun even played a guitar for them for a while, and they sang together, from their usual camp songs to the popular tracks they could think of in the moment. And it definitely didn’t matter they didn’t know half of the lyrics, still enjoying the activity.

The fire was crackling quietly, stars were shining above their heads. Minjae had already forgotten how bright they were here, far from the city.

With time passing he could see how the others were getting more and more comfortable, his own body fully relaxing as he leaned to the tree behind him. Their chatter was slowly calming down, everyone just enjoying the atmosphere around them, valuing the peace only the camp could provide them.

Feeling the nearing end of their little party, Hyunwoo suddenly clapped his hands. “Hey, guys, I have something to tell you.”

His words immediately drew attention from others. Any movements stopped, everyone looked on him from their places.

Hyunwoo looked rather nervous, a shy smile on his face. Minjae just nodded his head in encouragement.

“So, I have been kind of experimenting with my powers, I mean the Mist. Just checking what I can and cannot do.” He was looking in the ground as if there were something interesting down there. “And I made something for all of you, it’s nothing really special, but I’ve spent a lot of time on these to make sure they work properly.”

He took a deep breath. “I’ll just show you.”

He then grabbed something from the ground and after staring at it for a second with a serious expression it turned out to be some kind of jewelry. He quickly distributed what turned to be rings between the group, his own ring already on his finger.

Minjae carefully turned it over in his hands, looking at it at different angles. It was a simple silvery ring with an orange gem. Minjae wasn’t a specialist and he thus didn’t knew what type or what meaning the stone held but he still felt so touched.

He looked around, noticing that everyone had their own color, like yellow for Seeun, black for Junghoon or Hyunwoo’s own dark purple.

Hyunwoo cleared his throat. “They were supposed to be something like little amulets for luck but I then asked my mom for help and now we can warn each other when we get in trouble. It will also help to find the right way to whoever needs it”

“Wow, hyung, that’s so cool!” Yujun glanced up in awe, his ring with a green gemstone on his finger. Others also started thanking and praising him which made Hyunwoo’s face and ears go red.

“Wait, you just asked your mother for help and she…agreed?” Junmin was looking doubtfully, head tilted.

“Well, yeah?” now both Junmin and Minjae were glancing at him with a silent question while others were comparing their rings chatting animatedly.

“Okay, maybe I was a little too stubborn, but it was nothing illegal or harmful, I swear!” He raised his hands in self defance. “I may or may not have Iris-messaged her ten days in a row until she got so fed up she answered and said, ‘Fine, what do you want?” He said with a sheepish expression.

“Gods…” Minjae mumbled to himself, but hearing mischievous laughter from the youngest members of the group he himself couldn’t hold back his own smile. He just shook his head in disbelief, deciding it wasn’t something dangerous, at least for Hyunwoo.

Sometimes it wouldn’t hurt for their parents to be more involved in their children’s lives, Minjae thought to himself.

After some time, Junmin stretched and stood up, brushing dirt off his pants.

“We should probably head back before anyone notices we’re not in our cabins.”

“Let them notice,” Seeun said sleepily from where he’d flopped back on a blanket. “They know better than to mess with us.”

“Still,” Minjae said as he slowly rose to his feet, “we should try to look a little responsible. At least on the first night.”

“Wow,” Hunter muttered. “When you’re the voice of reason, we’re in trouble.”

That got more sleepy laughter, but one by one, they began packing up. Blankets folded, bottles tucked away, the last of the snacks divided between them. Junghoon helped Yechan gather their things, and Yujun carried Seeun’s guitar, carefully wrapped.

They walked back together under the moonlight, ten figures slipping quietly through the trees, warm rings glinting on their fingers like tiny promises.

As they reached the fork where paths split toward their different cabins, Minjae hesitated, turning to face them all one last time.

“Let’s make this summer count, yeah?”

A chorus of soft “yeahs” and nods followed, and then, like always, they scattered — ten sparks into the night.

Minjae walked alone toward Cabin Eleven, his ring glowing gently with each step.

For once, the restlessness inside him had quieted. He was home. And this summer was just getting started.

Chapter Text

“Focus! You’re going to shoot someone if you keep acting like that,” Seeun shouted, grabbing Hunter's hand to stop him from releasing the arrow.

“Okay, okay, I’m really sorry,” Hunter said, slowly lowering his arms and easing the pressure off the bowstring.

They were alone on the archery field. The day was too hot for most demigods to be outside, so everyone else was either indoors or at the beach. Still, Hunter was surprised no one else had shown up. It was common for some kid to show up trying to sharpen their skills—whether with a sword, a bow, or their powers.

His thoughts didn’t linger long though; his body was too tired. His arms felt heavy, and his legs shaky. He never expected pulling a bowstring to be so difficult. He glanced at Seeun, both impressed and a little envious—he still moved with the same energy as when they'd started.

Seeun, still holding his forearm, narrowed his eyes suspiciously. “What are you even thinking about right now? I swear, if it's about some kind of relationship stuff I —”

He didn’t get to finish. Hunter shook off his hand, raising his own in defense. “Yah, I told you I’m sorry! You know I’m trying!” he said, pleading—though a trace of amusement slipped into his voice.

Seeun sighed, looked up at the sky, and muttered a few curses under his breath, mixing both Korean and Ancient Greek.

“Okay, let’s try again.”

"Honestly, I was surprised when you asked me to do this," Seeun said, demonstrating the correct stance with his bow. "I thought you were the big sword guy. Why the sudden interest in archery?"

The second they agreed it was time for a break, Hunter flopped onto the ground, his long limbs forming a star shape.

"Well, it wasn’t really about archery. I just wanted to spend some time with you. It’s been a while since we were alone, hasn’t it?" he said with a soft smile.

"Yeah, I guess you’re right," Seeun said, watching him sit up. “I think I’ve talked to Yechanie more in the past two weeks than I’ve talked to my mom all year.”

They both laughed, picturing the ever-chatty youngest.

“Still don’t understand where he gets his powers from. He’s like a walking disaster sometimes,” Hunter chuckled.

“Well, luck isn’t always about good things,” Seeun said as he walked to the fence marking the edge of the archery field. He reached out with grabby hands for the water bottle, and Hunter tossed it over without hesitation.

“I’m not complaining, though. Without him, I don’t think we’d be this close. He kind of collected us like Pokémon.”

Seeun nodded. “Oh, and the girls from Demeter’s cabin said the other day that we’d make a good K-pop group.” He offered suddenly, remebering the conversation.

“Really?” Hunter raised a brow with a mischievous smile. “I can already see you on stage singing a ballad, all dressed like a star!”

Seeun pulled a face, feeling embarrassed. “Aish, stop that.”

“Hey, you know you have a beautiful voice, right? You’d be our main vocalist for sure.”

Seeun’s ears turned red, and he elbowed him lightly. “Park Hunter, stop that.”

“Okay, okay. Maybe Hyunwoo would take the role—he’s like a siren. But you’d still be our lead vocal.” They fell into a comfortable silence, enjoying the warmth of the sun and each other’s company. Life at camp was always hectic, and moments like this felt rare.

“But seriously,” Seeun said, breaking the quiet. “Why this? You could’ve chosen literally anything, and now I’m out here with you endangering my life.”

Hunter scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. “Oh, sorry about that again. I really thought I’d be better at this. I guess I just wanted to try something you’re good at. Thought it looked cool. But mostly... it was just a random idea that stuck.”

Seeun sighed, not in frustration but reflection. “Okay, you can stop apologizing. It wasn’t a completely bad idea, by the way.”

Hunter looked up, surprised. “Ah, don’t look at me like that! Next time a monster chases you and all you have is a bow, you better thank me for my patience.”

They both burst into laughter.

Then, suddenly, Hunter turned serious. He looked at Seeun, expression open but uncertain.

“Seeun, I... I actually wanted to talk to you about something. It’s important, and I don’t know what to do.”

Seeun tensed slightly, sensing the shift. “Hey, it’s okay. Take your time. I’m here.” He slowly made his way to sit beside Hunter, leaning back on his arms as he waited.

Hunter stared into the distance, the light breeze shifting his blonde hair. He was always striking—skin glowing, eyes bright—but Seeun knew his beauty wasn’t just inherited from his goddess mother. Seeun himself remembered how much effort the other put, how many hours he spent working out, mastering his skills, how much eagerness Hunter showed when learning new. He was their polyglot, always ready to help, he was a good fighter, his charming voice making others do everything he asked, but he was the one to use it at bare minimum only when he deemed it necessary. And despite all that there were people who didn’t pay attention he deserved.

But Seeun cared. He had noticed him from the very start, feeling the same loneliness. So they became each other’s support, always there when needed. Of course, there were their other friends who cared for them, but their bond felt different.

“It’s nothing, really,” Hunter said, eyes following a cloud drifting across the sky. But Seeun knew better than to press.

“I think I’m just homesick. Not that it’s new, but... it hit me recently. I realized it’s been two years since I left home. So much could’ve changed, and I don’t know any of it. I was thinking—what if I went back? Just for a bit. Surprise them.”

Seeun nodded, encouraging him to continue.

“But the last time I talked to my dad... it didn’t go well. I said things I shouldn’t have. Our relationship was always good, but he didn’t understand why I needed to explore this side of me. My mom’s world. I don’t even know if he wants to see me.”

“Hey, look at me,” Seeun said gently. When he was sure he had Hunter’s attention, he continued, “You should try. You’re an amazing person, Hunter. Kind, respectful, full of love. That says a lot about the person who raised you. Maybe he just needs to hear what’s in your heart.”

Hunter gave a small smile. “Do you think he’ll forgive me?”

Seeun paused for a moment, wanting his words to be heard

“I think he already has.”

“But... what if I attract monsters?” Hunter asked, voice quiet. “I can’t let them get hurt because of me.”

Seeun rolled his eyes. “Yah, who are you and what have you done with my friend? Where is your confidence? Just grab your sword, use your charm, and live your life.”

Hunter looked up at the sky, thoughtful. “Maybe you’re right...” 

The rest of the so-called lesson was light and full of laughter. Formal training forgotten, they simply enjoyed each other’s company. Hunter cracked jokes, asked ridiculous questions, and came up with wild ideas Seeun refused to test. Seeun showed off occasionally, leaving Hunter stunned into silence. They talked about the next Capture the Flag game, old memories, and whatever else came to mind.

Seeun hadn’t felt this free in a long time. He remembered how lonely he’d felt not too long ago—but not today. Today, things felt different.

“Seeunie, everything alright?” Hunter asked, noticing the far-off look in his friend’s eyes.

“Yeah,” Seeun said, smiling and handing over another arrow. “You’re getting better by the second.”

Hunter grinned. “Well, no wonder. I’ve got the best coach in the world.”

And shortly after it was a time they part away.

“Hey, thanks again for the lesson. I really enjoyed it,” Hunter said later, looking into Seeun’s eyes. “Maybe we should spend more time together.”

“Yeah, maybe. But no archery next time—I need to recover,” Seeun teased, bumping their shoulders playfully.

“Oh, so you don’t believe in my talent? Now I have to prove you wrong!” Hunter raised a finger dramatically.

Seeun just laughed, tilting his head. "Well, see you around, right?"

"Yeah," Hunter answered, his voice growing quiet and smile softer. "See you". He waved his hand before turning around and making his way away from the field. Seeun looked at him, not sure what he was feeling at the moment. Something light, hopeful, even. Maybe they really should meet up more often, he thought to himself.

"Wanna know who I was thinking about lately? " - Hunter suddenly turned around - "I will give you a hint!" He said without waiting for an answer. He continued walking backwards, a sly grin evident on his face, one hand blocking the sunlight.

"It's someone from the 7th cabin, very tall and extremely handsome", Hunter's voice was getting more and more distant, but Seeun could swear he heard every word clearly. "I have been thinking of them for a while now".

"Oh, and he is Korean, by the way!" were the last words he shouted before turning back and going away as if nothing happened.

Seeun stood frozen for a moment, then felt the tips of his ears burn.

After a few heartbeats the answer finally came:

"Yah, Park Hunter, you better come back now!"

Seeun was the only Korean in Apollo's cabin.

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"Almost there!"

Yechan had heard too many reassurances like that one lately, and it was starting to get on his nerves.

It all started with Yujun suddenly falling on the bench near Yechan during the breakfast. His excitement was contagious and Yechan by one glance at his friend knew he was going to play along with anything.

Who could deny Yujun when he was looking so innocent and enthusiastic? Right, no one. 

Even if ‘anything’ meant wandering through the woods for twenty minutes straight, with no idea where or why they were going. Yechan tried to keep up with his friend, but it wasn't really an easy task. Yujun always looked like he belonged in any place where there was, at least, the smallest plant fighting for its life. That meant that in the forest literally everything was obeying him. Yechan knew it was mostly subconscious or maybe it was even not Yujun's initiative, but his every step was accompanied with trees and flowers seemed to lean toward him, clearing his path as if drawn by invisible strings.

It definitely was a sight to see, and it also was the only thing that kept Yechan from complaining too loudly.

"Stop! It's here!"

The sudden exclamation surprised him. His head nearly met Yujun's and while he was trying to recover Demeter's son already moved on.

Yechan raised his head and saw... Well, he wasn’t exactly sure what it was.

Yujun was petting an animal that looked just like a rabbit. Except it was more yellowish, had a black horn on its forehead and reached Yujun's knees.

"So, Yechan, this is Clover. Clover, that's Yechan".

Yechan blinked at the creature.

"That’s not a rabbit.”

“It is a rabbit,” Yujun insisted, stroking its back like it was the most normal thing in the world. “A magical one.”

“Yujun. It has a horn. And I swear it just winked at me.”

Clover — the rabbit-unicorn-thing — sneezed. A little puff of glitter floated out of its nose.

Yujun beamed. “Isn’t she the best? She followed me for a bit during one of my morning walks, and I kinda... may have accidentally adopted her.”

Yechan crossed his arms. “You accidentally adopted this?”

“Look, you try saying no when a shiny yellow rabbit crashes into your legs and refuses to leave.”

Clover was now hopping in lazy circles around them, occasionally stopping to dig in the dirt or sniff Yechan’s shoelaces. Yechan stared down, unimpressed.

“What does it even do?”

Yujun shrugged, clearly unconcerned. “She eats nightmares. Or socks. I’m still figuring it out.”

Clover paused at that moment, burrowed into Yechan’s bag, and pulled out a half-eaten granola bar.

“Hey!”

Yujun winced. “Okay, add snacks to the list.”

They spent the next few hours in the meadow with Yechan being extremely suspicious and Yujun acting cute as always. He was playing with the creature, running around and even explaining something to her with a lot of enthusiasm. 

All this time Yechan tried to remember any monsters Clover could be. But despite all his efforts, he had no clue, what was a little bit concerning and offensive. He was pretty sure he was one of those who knew greek mythology the best. It was his obsession ever since his childhood because of his father, who would excitedly tell him stories of heroes and gods. Even in the camp he was happy to share his knowledge, and that is why he was so popular among the younger ones. 

It was insulting, honestly. He was supposed to be the myth expert. The fact that this thing — Clover — didn’t appear in any story he could recall? It made his eye twitch.

However, after his attentive inspection, he could say the thing was useless. It was awkward, fast to fall, trying to eat something weird and overall innocent.

Maybe, it will be okay, Yechan thought to himself when they finally started to go back to the cabins. 

They were halfway through the road when Yechan suddenly sensed something. He froze on his spot, his hand reaching for his dagger, ready to move at any moment. Yechan turned—too late. Clover had already leapt, glowing faintly, a blur of yellow light. Something in the shadows let out a strangled yelp before vanishing. Yechan stood frozen. The rabbit had growled. Actually growled.

“Okay,” he muttered, blinking. “Maybe she’s not that useless.”

Then he turned to Yujun, but the other was looking in a completely different direction, too occupied with healing a flower. 

Well, that wasn't surprising. 

A week passed, and somehow, Clover became part of the routine.

Yechan would never admit it out loud, but she’d grown on him. She still sneezed glitter, chewed on paper, and tried to fit into places way too small for her body — but she also made the nightmares stop. She curled up at his feet during quiet moments. She never let him walk alone at night.

So when Yujun suggested bringing Clover to their next campfire hangout, Yechan only gave a token protest before grabbing a blanket and heading out.

That night, the whole group was gathered around the firepit again — ten friends, squished together with snacks, mugs of cocoa, and a guitar resting against a log. The fire crackled, laughter echoed, and the sky above was full of stars.

“Wait,” Seeun said suddenly, eyeing the small yellow blur hopping toward them. “Is that…?”

“Clover!” Yujun called cheerfully, and the rabbit-unicorn bounded over, flopping dramatically into his lap.

A long pause.

“What,” Junmin said flatly, “the hell is that.”

“She’s a rabbit,” Yujun said innocently.

“She has a horn,” Sumin pointed out, narrowing his eyes.

“Maybe it’s a fashion choice,” Yujun replied with a shrug.

Hunter leaned forward slowly, squinting. “Is it glowing?”

“She glows when she’s excited. Or angry. Or full. We’re still figuring that out.”

Clover stretched lazily and sneezed. A shimmer of glitter puffed into the fire. It sparkled in the flames like a firework.

“Oh my gods,” Seeun muttered. “She’s combustible.”

“She’s harmless,” Yechan said quickly, shocking even himself. “Mostly.”

That made everyone turn to stare at him. Minjae raised an eyebrow. “You’re defending her?”

“She scared off a monster the other day,” Yechan said, folding his arms. “Growled at it. Like a wolf.”

“She growled?” Junghoon repeated, clearly unimpressed. “Yechan, that thing looks like a plush toy.”

Clover, as if offended, hopped over and headbutted Junghoon’s leg.

“OW—okay, okay, I’m sorry!” Junghoon laughed, clutching his shin. “She’s got horns, I get it!”

“See?” Yujun grinned, stroking her head. “She just wants to be respected.”

“She wants snacks,” Hunter said, watching Clover dig into a bag of marshmallows someone had foolishly left unattended.

Yechan shook his head but smiled to himself. The others were already adjusting — laughing, tossing bits of granola toward her, arguing over who she liked most. Even Minjae ended up petting her absentmindedly while talking to Junmin.

And yeah, Yechan thought to himself, a little chaos would never hurt. 

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“Junghoon is back.”

Every head in the room snapped toward the door, which Minjae had practically kicked open. He looked frantic, eyes wide, hair sticking out in every direction like he'd seen a ghost. And with that kind of entrance, there was no way the others could stay calm. The game of gonggi Yechan and Seeun were absorbed in, the impromptu Ancient Greek lesson Hunter was giving Yujun, the heated debate between Jinsik and Sumin — none of it mattered anymore.

“He’s in the infirmary. Junmin and Hyunwoo are already there.”

And with that, Minjae turned and ran, knowing everyone else would be right behind him.

“He’s going to live. You can relax about that,” Michael, the head medic, dropped heavily onto a chair, eyes shut. “Tough kid, yours. Still cracking jokes until the very end.” The son of Apollo let out a short laugh, shaking his head.

All nine of them had crowded onto the infirmary porch, waiting for news.

“Scrapes and bruises are nothing, but…” He straightened up, his tone shifting. His face grew serious as he struggled to find the words. The friends exchanged worried glances.

“His leg… I’m not sure exactly what happened, but it’s bad. Deep wound, and the blade was coated in something. Nectar and ambrosia did almost nothing, which really concerns me. I did everything I could, and I think he’ll recover over time, but I can’t make any promises. It will take a lot of time. He’s going to need your support.”

Michael looked each of them in the eye, receiving nods and quiet murmurs of agreement in return. Finally, his gaze landed on Minjae.

“We’ll handle it. Thank you,” Minjae said firmly, shaking his hand.

“Alright, you need rest too,” Seeun appeared beside Michael, helping him up. “Come on, I’ll take you back. The last thing we need is you collapsing on us now.”

After some grateful goodbyes and shoulder pats, the group stood uncertainly in place.

“Right now, there’s not much we can do. It’s late, let’s all get some rest,” Minjae said with a tired smile, trying to lift their spirits. The sudden news, long waiting, and anxious thoughts had taken a toll on everyone.

Junghoon woke slowly, as if rising from a deep sleep. He wasn’t sure how long it had been since the voices around him started becoming clear, but eventually, he raised a hand to shield his eyes from the blinding light.

“Alright, calm down,” Junmin’s voice cut through the noise, making Junghoon smile. God, he missed them.

“Damn, not Elysium again,” he sighed dramatically, then finally opened his eyes.

He was in one of the infirmary rooms — a place that, unfortunately, had become all too familiar. A crowd had gathered at his bedside, and Junghoon mused that it would've been more surprising if they hadn't.

He smiled as he looked at each of them. They all looked tired, with dark circles under their eyes.

“Hey, he’s still joking!” Hunter said in mock annoyance, though his grin was nothing but warm.

“So, how long was I out?”

“Two months,” Yechan answered with a grave tone, as if at a funeral. “We thought you were gone for good.” To really sell it, he wiped away an imaginary tear.

“Don’t lie. It’s only been two days,” Minjae scolded, shooting him a look.

“Yeah, Yechan, don’t scare him into passing out again. I’m not dragging him a second time,” Seeun added, tilting his chin.

“Hey, it wasn’t even you who carried him, have some respect.”

Junghoon just watched, not saying much. He let the chatter wash over him as he took in the faces around him. He was safe. In one piece. With his friends. That was enough for now. Memories and voices flickered through his mind, but he shook them off.

There would be time for stories later. For now, he could rest.

“What are you doing?”

Junghoon asked, enunciating each word carefully, his eyes still closed and voice even. He’d woken up a while ago and was simply curious what the hell they were up to.

Judging by the sounds alone, Yujun and Hunter, led by Yechan, had been up to no good. It was hard to guess what exactly they were planning, but they were going all in.

Cracking one eye open, Junghoon immediately noticed the candles. Dozens of them. They were everywhere: the windowsill, the dresser, even the chairs that had been used for visitors. The curtains were drawn, and the only light came from the flickering flames.

Turning his head, he saw the trio freeze mid-motion. They were kneeling around his bed, hands clasped together like they were in prayer.

He reached up, grabbing something off his head — a laurel crown. He blinked at it in utter confusion.

“Oh mighty Junghoon, we have come seeking answers,” Yechan intoned in a spooky voice.

Junghoon raised an eyebrow.

“We have traveled far to speak with you, Your Eminence,” Hunter added solemnly.

“So tell us—who will win the next Capture the Flag?” Yujun couldn’t hold it anymore and burst out laughing.

Within seconds, all three were rolling on the floor.

Junghoon, face completely blank, muttered, “Apparently, I woke up too soon.”

He was somehow sure he won't get bored in the near future. 

“Alright, here’s your rehab plan,” Michael said, sounding refreshed and all business. “It’s all here—descriptions, reps, everything. Report to me every three days. Got it?”

Junghoon just stared at him, unimpressed.

“Kim Junghoon,” Minjae warned, slowly and with purpose.

“Fine,” the son of Hades grumbled. Minjae smacked the back of his head.

“Okay, okay. I get it. Thanks,” Junghoon said quickly.

Michael just laughed at their antics.

“Alright then. Get out of here. And please, don’t make me see your faces in my infirmary for a while. I’m drowning in visitors because of you.” He clapped Junghoon on the shoulder and headed back inside.

“So? Ready to come back?”

Junghoon turned his head slowly, taking in the camp. He had spent nearly three months in the Underworld on a mission from his father. He’d seen more than he ever wanted to. At night, the whispers of the dead still haunted him, calling him "Prince."

But worst of all was the dull, throbbing pain in his leg, the kind that made him want to scream. He tried not to think about that battle, but he couldn’t shake Hades’ parting words—spoken with what almost seemed like regret:

“Wounds like this aren’t healed with nectar or magic. Only you can heal it. Only you can conquer the darkness within.”

Junghoon exhaled and looked back at his friends.

“Alright, take me home. And I swear, if any of you touched my stuff while I was gone…”

They all blinked innocently.

Junghoon shook his head. Placing a hand on Sumin and Hunter’s shoulders, he leaned on them carefully, letting them support his weight.

He kept a straight face, hiding any sign of pain. But his limp spoke volumes.

That darkness better watch out, Junghoon thought.

I'm coming for it.

Chapter Text

Hyunwoo couldn’t sleep.

He had been tossing and turning in bed long enough to now only hear the occasional snores coming from some of his siblings in the cabin. The son of Hecate turned his head now and then, peering into the darkness, watching shadows stretch across the walls and light flicker on nearby objects.

He couldn’t call this place home. Sure, he’d already made some warm memories here, but this building still felt like nothing more than a place to sleep. The atmosphere—this mystery and magic—never fully spoke to him. He didn’t deny his powers, of course not, and he’d even come to appreciate the clarity of choices and crossroads and stuff, but still... You can’t just blend into a new world when you barely speak the language and aren't the most open person to begin with.

Maybe, if it weren’t for his current friends, he would’ve left the camp in total disappointment, guilt gnawing at him for letting down his father who sent him to America hoping for something better.

Hyunwoo smiled, remembering how Junghoon had walked up to him after several days of silent observation and simply extended his hand—with his usual unreadable expression—saying something about their parents being close friends, so they might as well stick together. Hyunwoo had been so stunned that he shook the offered hand without thinking, not yet realizing that this was the start of something completely new.

Thinking about Junghoon had become a habit. Whether it was during school hours or lazy summer days, during training or at meals, Hyunwoo’s thoughts somehow always circled back to the silent son of Hades. Even now, the reason for his restlessness was Junghoon.

It had been three weeks since Michael released him from the infirmary. Things seemed calmer now. The subject of everyone’s concern had been brushing it all off, cracking jokes and waving away worry like some kind of superhero, but in reality, he limped and winced when he thought no one was looking. Seeun and Yechan had tried a few times to talk to him, offer help, but after a few sharp rejections, their efforts gradually stopped.

Hyunwoo just watched—every step, every pained breath. He didn’t know how to help, what he could even do. So, he waited, hoping Junghoon would improve with time. But things only seemed to be getting worse. The wound wasn’t healing, the bags under his eyes betrayed lack of sleep, and his mood darkened day by day despite the facade.

The worry finally broke Hyunwoo’s resistance. He gave up on sleep and decided to act.

Navigating the camp in near darkness wasn’t too difficult, and the Mist helped keep him from any trouble. And now, here he stood, in front of the heavy door, wondering if this was stupid and pointless. What was he even doing? Why was he standing here? He should just turn around, go back to the cabin, calm down and...

“Hyung?”

And just like that, he changed his mind. He needed to see the owner of that voice.

He slipped through the door silently and paused inside, letting his eyes adjust to the dim lighting.

He hadn’t been here in a while, though he used to come by fairly often—back when he wasn’t as close with the others and Junghoon, noticing his discomfort, would casually suggest keeping him company.

Now, shifting awkwardly from foot to foot, Hyunwoo finally looked at his friend. Junghoon was already watching him from his bed.

(And gods, how grateful Hyunwoo was for convincing Junghoon to stop sleeping in that ridiculous coffin, which now stood upright against the wall like an extra wardrobe. Seriously, who decided Hades kids should sleep in coffins? They weren’t vampires.)

“Can’t sleep?” Junghoon tilted his head slightly, and Hyunwoo felt as though he could see right through him.

“Yeah,” Hyunwoo answered simply, not sure what else to say.

He probably looked ridiculous—showing up in the middle of the night, now standing there awkwardly like the walls needed his help to stay up. At least he hadn’t woken Junghoon. And hey, worrying was easier when you had company, right?

He smirked at the thought and shook his head. Junghoon kept watching.

He was sitting on the edge of the bed, injured leg stretched out uncomfortably. His expression was soft—smiling gently in a way he rarely did. And Hyunwoo liked to believe, deep down, that this version of Junghoon appeared most often because of him.

He slowly walked over and sat beside him, keeping a small gap between them. He mirrored the pose, leaning back on his hands. A quiet flutter passed through him when he realized that if he just moved his hand a few centimeters, he’d be touching Junghoon’s. He didn’t overthink it—the thought alone was comforting.

Once he settled in, silence filled the room.

They sat like that, both staring at the wall, neither breaking the stillness.

Junghoon had always been the quiet one, rarely speaking unless prompted. Hyunwoo, on the other hand, was well-known for his constant chatter, random questions, and stories. But now, despite wanting to speak—wanting to pour out all his fears and emotions—his mind was too full, and he wasn’t sure how to shape it all into coherent words.

“I didn’t think I’d make it out of the Underworld,” Junghoon said, eyes fixed on the floor.

Hyunwoo turned sharply, eyes wide. He had no idea how long they’d been silent, but that sentence—and everything it implied—knocked the air out of him. He didn’t dare reply, afraid to break the fragile openness in Junghoon’s voice.

“I was... ready, I think. I was lying there, feeling completely defeated for the first time in my life. I’ve lost before—but it was never like that.” Junghoon let out a bitter chuckle.

“It hurt. So much.”

Hyunwoo listened carefully, afraid to miss a single word. They’d never really learned what had happened—just that Junghoon had been on a mission from his father and got caught in a fight. The not knowing made it worse, but Hyunwoo understood that pressure wouldn’t help.

Instead, he slowly moved his hand, gently intertwining their pinkies first—almost asking permission. Junghoon confidently took his hand in his own, brushing his thumb across it without even looking.

“Then I thought of camp. Of the others. Even Mr. D...” He paused. “And then I thought of you.”

He turned to Hyunwoo, a soft smile tugging at his lips.

“And I realized something.”

“What?”

“I never got to do something very important.”

Without hesitation, Junghoon leaned in and placed a light kiss on Hyunwoo’s lips. Just a brush. A second later, he pulled back, clearly amused at the stunned expression he was met with. Hyunwoo could only gape, mouth opening and closing in stunned silence.

“Now I’m ready.” Junghoon smirked.

And then burst into laughter, trying to dodge as Hyunwoo, fully flustered, launched into mock outrage.

“Don’t you dare—!”

“Are you serious right now?!”

There was some shoving, some laughter, and a lot of red ears. And if they didn’t manage to fall asleep until early morning, tangled in each other’s arms and missing breakfast—it was their business.

And for now, they didn’t plan to tell anyone else.

Junghoon knew there wouldn't be some instant healing for him and he was for sure worried, but after that night he felt lighter and maybe he was on the right way. 

He had his reasons to stay healthy at the end.