❛ The normals cry, the crazies laugh. ❜
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Five years ago, when Do Haru was nineteen years old, she witnessed a brutal murder in the forest near her grandmother's house. The killer was never caught, and Haru couldn't help the police since the assassi...
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He was hers, but she was his?
───── ❝ do haru ❞ ─────
Thursday, 26th of January, 2021
Haru and Yoongi sat on Haru's bed with their legs crossed as they tried to find an answer to their English homework. She chewed on the pencil between her lips as she tied her hair into a messy bun.
'Listen, why the hell are we even trying if we can just use Google Translator?' Yoongi groaned, plopping his back onto the mattress that was covered in the white duvet. 'Plus, we have therapy in an hour, we gotta chop-chop with this shit.' he sighed, pulling his phone out of his sweatpants' right pocket and typing "Google Translator English to Korean".
'Okay fine, I give up as well, what the fuck is "I am going to the diner with Terry." anyway?' Haru slurred through the English sentence before dropping down beside her best friend, 'I mean, I get the"I am going to" part but what the hell does"diner" mean?'
'It's a place to eat, basically a restaurant,' Yoongi explained after reading what it meant on Google. 'Alright, we are finished with our translation of "Text 11", woohoo!' he pretended to be happier than he actually was for sarcastic purposes and closed his book. At least he did feel somewhat genuinely felicitous about the fact that they were finished with their homework.
'Yeah, finally. Anyway, it's four-thirty, we should leave at five, so we can be there on time. What do you want to do in the leftover thirty minutes?' Haru asked, looking at the time illustrated on her phone. 'Do you want to watch Weight-lifting Fairy Kim Bok Chu?' she wiggled her eyebrows playfully.
'Yeah, okay,' Yoongi agreed, 'but I swear, if you tell anyone that we are watching this K-Drama for the fourth time, I am gonna bury you alive!' he warned as he watched Haru make her way to the living room.
'Bury a friend!' she sang, looking over her shoulder with a lopsided smirk. Billie Eilish was her favourite artist and sometimes, she enjoyed making references to her. Yoongi chuckled as he looked at the poster of Billie that hung on the wall, right above Haru's desk before sitting up and following her.
'Wait a moment.' Yoongi looked at Haru excitedly as she stopped in her tracks. 'I am sorry yesterday I had to rush off after school immediately because of Haneul. So, how'd it go with lover-boy?' he wiggled his eyebrows, kind of mocking Haru from earlier.
'God, you are acting like a high school girl-bestie!' the girl groaned, feeling embarrassed by Yoongi's sudden interest in how her and Jimin's time was spent in art class.
Not that he wasn't spying on them, he for sure as heck was, but obviously couldn't hear their conversation. Plus, he had his own painting to complete.
A gentle hue of pink coated her cheeks as she replied, 'It was great. It was all great until I saw his finished painting. Then it became terrible, a fucking nightmare. But then I touched his hand and it became all good once again.'
