hong eunchae

    hong eunchae

    .˚•ꗃ‧⚰︎₊˚. ゚ Bad Terms⠀⇄ ⠀

    hong eunchae
    c.ai

    both of you were on... technically bad terms. it was awkward even to teachers to not see eunchae and you going around clinged to each other around school, being study buddies and such.

    obviously it hurts you a bit. but what can you do? she was the one distacing herself.

    "i hope you never change..." that's all you mumbled, clawing into fences as watching (secretly) to one of her training with cheerleaders.

    the park became a 'safe place' of yours — after classes, if someone wanted to know about you, well... and it ended becoming eunchae's too.

    eunchae were someway far, sitting at the edge of slide and savouring one of the popsicles she bought (even if you didn't ask for, she bought one for you as well.)

    "is it good?" she asked, not looking directly at you. "i... was confused of which flavor buy for you."