Hwasun One shots

Mother Hyejin 4

As the final days of July come to an end, so does Yongsun's withering sanity. The summer weather is shaping up to be filled with thunderstorms, and as a once-lonely orphan with only a raggedy blanket to hide under, Yongsun is not a fan of thunderstorms.

It's the Thursday following her outing with Eunwoo and Hyejin, and since then she's managed to see Eunwoo a total of six times. Twice in the morning before she's about to go on her morning run. And four times in the evening, when he knocks on her door just so he can slip past her and talk about his day.

It's as mystifying as it is sweet. It also doesn't hurt that she now has a reason to see Hyejin when she drops him off next door each night. And every time, Hyejin invites her in for a nightcap.

It's become the sort of routine she can look forward to while she's sending Hyejin stupid memes throughout the day, because why else would Hyejin give Yongsun her number?

"She's doing that creepy smile thing again," Wheein notices from the sofa.

They're camped out in the living room for the evening while the storm passes. It's been raining on and off all week. For whatever reason, there's a documentary playing on the TV.

Yongsun peeks up from her phone to frown at her. "What?"

"That's a dollar," Wheein points out, speaking to Moonbyul. "Jar's in the kitchen."

"Are you shitting me?" Moonbyul groans, the sound muffled when she has her face shoved into a pillow. "That's like, the fifth time today. What am I? A stripper?"

"Weren't you?"

"Fuck you."

"What the hell are you guys talking about?" Yongsun bites out, frustrated now with the cryptic conversation.

"We're saving up for Biznywod," Moonbyul mutters. It's hard to hear her when she's sprawled over on her stomach, her face still nestled into a pillow, but Yongsun's pretty sure she said Disney World.

"We put a dollar in the 'Yongsun' jar every time you grin stupidly at your phone," Wheein explains. "Every time you mention Hyejin. And two dollars every time you're in denial."

"Denial of what?"

"Do you think that counts?" Wheein asks Moonbyul.

"I hope not," Moonbyul moans. "My broke ass is broke."

"Your broke ass is getting kicked out for butting into my life. Again. An Yongsun jar? Really?"

"It's working," Wheein says with a shrug. "We put in fifty-six dollars since Sunday."

"Not to mention ten minutes of my life wasted trying to hook you up," Moonbyul grouses.

"What?"

"Check your Tinder app."

Yongsun wasn't even aware she had a Tinder app. She opens it, finds her own face staring back at her in one of her (admittedly) better photos.

"I'm twenty-eight," Yongsun mutters. "And fitness dork?"

"I quoted the tteokbokki and that's what you're upset over?"

Before Yongsuncan consider what this means for her case of denial, there's a knock at the door. It's careful, but urgent. Yongsun doesn't know what to make of it when the weather's too awful for any late night visits.

"Must be for you, Yong," Moonbyul snickers. "Your son sure misses you."

Yongsun pelts her with a pillow, relishes the yelp that gets her before she rolls off the couch to answer the door.