Ugh guys I’m way too obsessed with kpdh so here’s a little thing I wrote
Miyeong handed me her child, face glowing with a smile unlike any other. The warm bundle of blankets wiggled and I cooed, teasing the covers away from baby Rumi’s face. My best friend’s daughter kicked and squirmed in my arms.
“Isn’t she the sweetest thing you’ve ever seen, Celine?” Miyeong asked me.
Rumi was running around a playground, screaming with all her new friends. I sat underneath a tree, watching. This was good for her. I didn’t normally let her run amok with other children. I knew that she was just a child, a future hunter, but still, she was part demon. I would never let her get hurt by any other kids, even if it meant making playground trips as rare as matching snowflakes.
She giggled and reached up for the monkey bars, probably daring the other kids to see how long they could hold on. She was having the time of her life out there.
As she was fighting to keep her grip on the bars, kicking her legs as if she could swim up, her shirt sleeve rode up her arm.
Ice ran through my blood. I would not let her patterns be seen. My dau–my best friend’s daughter would not be seen as a demon.
I leapt up from the grass and pulled Rumi off the monkey bars. “Come on, we’re going home.”
“Wait, what? No, I wanna stay!”
“We’ve been here long enough. Let’s go,” I snapped, yanking her sleeve down.
Rumi hung her head as I set her onto the ground, fingers reaching for her sleeve. I had taught her that. I was the one who taught her to always be sure her patterns were hidden.
“Celine,” Rumi said, lying on her back and gazing up at the clouds.
“When I meet the other hunters, can I tell them who my dad was?” She fiddled with her sleeve as she spoke.
My expression hardened. “No.”
“But why? We’ll be friends, why can’t I tell them?”
“Rumi, listen to me. Under no circumstances can you tell them. Your whole purpose is to defeat the demons, not to become one.”
I couldn’t pretend I didn’t hear her voice crack.