haeun looked damn good. that’s what everyone said, anyhow. thankfully taeyeon and mabel had ensure nothing could ever go wrong with her outfit. as long as she was happy, the plants would be too. so far they had been doing a fabulous job of keeping her covered for the areas that counted.
(although she was sporting some healthy cleavage.)
coupled with the healing draft she took, the leafier parts of her outfit were doing well to hide the healing scratches from her excursion with malia. she was mostly recovered from that frightful night. hopefully no one will notice. she’s kind of anticipating everyone to be distracted by…..well, everything else.
“oh, haneul,” haeun says automatically. she doesn’t exactly sound thrilled to see her brother but things had been tense since his birthday and chuseok. her grandmother had taken exactly two seconds to pounce on haeun needing to be tutored in dada while haneul, as usual, didn’t suffer in any of his classes. she put up with it for the holiday and his birthday but as usual following any home visits, haeun stayed far away from her brother for a bit. “you’re that dude from grease…..nice.”
halloween may be haneul’s favourite holiday–or maybe it’s christmas... he can’t decide. either way, he’s enjoying the opportunity to wander around in his greaser get-up. a leather jacket never did anyone any harm, and his hair greased back sort of suits him, or at least he thinks it does. he’s gotten a few compliments throughout the evening as he’s meandered around getting stuck into the activities, so he’d consider it a successful costume. grease is, after all, a great classic.
however, when he notices a familiar figure appearing beside him he takes one look over her and frowns. haeun’s costumes far too revealing for his liking, and he’s tempted to take off his jacket and cover her up with it, but he knows that wouldn’t go down well. things haven been tense recently, since they’d both been home a few times. it seemed that things always got worse after they visited home. of course, haneul isn’t stupid, he knows that grandmother’s comparisons of them, and her praise of him beside her criticism of haeun must be what agitates the already ever-present rift between them. he just wishes they could get along, but he knows it’s unlikely.
even if there’s a tension between them, haneul’s never not happy to see haeun. she’s his baby sister after all, and even if he never really knows what to say to her, and feels as though she likes him less and less each time they encounter each other, he likes to see her and know that she’s doing okay. “yeah, danny zuko.” he replies with a smile, eyes still locked on her foliage dress. “uh... and you’re... poison ivy?” there really isn’t anything else she could be, but he’d much rather she’d dressed as something cuter, like alice from alice in wonderland, or perhaps a disney princess. something slightly less revealing. “aren’t- uh... aren’t you cold?”
it’s only then, inspecting her costume more, that he spots some scratches, and when he notices the first, he begins to notice more, and more. there’s too many for it to look like she just got a graze from falling over, and the realisation that something must have happened to injure her this extensively makes him frown and his palms sweat with a slight panic. “what happened?” he asks, his voice insistent. he reaches out to touch one of the scratches, but holds himself back, hovering his hand near one of them with his brow furrowed in concern.
