Day Four

“Bold strategy, canceling on the girl you claim to catch feelings for.”

“What took you so long?” you set down your mug and look up at Yunjin. “I’ve been waiting.”

“Listen here, bub,” Yunjin leans past you and grabs one of the bananas off your counter. “I have plenty of Seraph duties that take priority over your stupid, self-inflicted, internal conflict.”

“Yeah? Like what?”

Yunjin carefully peels the banana and shrugs her shoulders.

“Oh, you know, bringing joy to the world. You’re welcome.”

“You’ve done nothing but bring me misery.”

“Now now,” Yunjin clicks her tongue, her cheeks full of banana. “How would Kazuha feel if she heard that?”

“Please don’t tell her…”

“I’m obviously not going to,” Yunjin breaks off a piece of the banana and tosses it at your head. “Has anyone told you that you’re very stupid?”

“Are you nicer when you’re in your human form?”

Yunjin laughs and takes another bite from her banana. “Divinity ascends righteousness.”

You blink your eyes a few times.

“What the fuck does that mean?”

I don’t know… thought it sounded Seraph-like,” Yunjin shrugs. “I actually had a question, if you’d humor me,” she sets the peel on the counter. “Who was the other girl? The one you messaged right after you decided to ghost Kazuha.”

“A girl who isn’t a Seraph, so I don’t have to think about her disappearing.”

“You say that,” Yunjin walks over to the fridge and takes a look inside. “But where is she in your life now? She didn’t even reply.”

“Maybe she was busy.”

Yunjin pulls an orange out and leans against the fridge door, shooting you one of those looks of disbelief. “You realize I know exactly what she was doing, right?”

Your heart sinks.

“Oh, I mean, she was super busy,” Yunjin says sarcastically as she starts peeling the orange.

“Whatever,” you mumble. “Hey, do me a favor?”

Yunjin tosses a slice of orange up, catching it in her mouth. “You seem to be under the impression that you can ask me to do stuff for you. Where’d that come from?”

“You said there was a third Seraph in human form,” you continue. “Bring me to her. Let me use her for today’s requirement.”

“Use her? Interesting choice of words,” Yunjin breaks off another slice. “Just a heads up, the Seraphs are like my literal best friends.”

“Yeah but you said it yourself, they’re all going to disappear so it doesn’t really matter at the end of the day. That also means I never did anything wrong in the Chaewon and Karina situation.”

Yunjin throws the orange slice at you. “I’ll never understand how your mind works,” she sighs. “Alright, here’s what I’ll do. She’s going to be at a house party tonight, I’ll snap you over there, but I’m not telling you who she is.”

“Why not?”

“Because, asshole, I haven’t forgotten what you did at the climbing gym.”

“I totally knew that was Kazuha–”

“Shut up,” Yunjin throws the rest of the orange at you. “Also, since you passed your last Seraph day with flying colors, you don’t get any sort of kiss handicap this time: sex, or else you lose.”

“Didn’t you just say she’s one of your best friends? You really want me to treat her like a toy?”

“I don’t make the rules,” Yunjin shrugs.

“You kind of do…”

“Huh, I guess you’re right,” Yunjin strokes her chin. “Good point.”

You shake your head in frustration. “Alright, can I at least get a hint for finding her?”

“She’ll probably be drunk as hell,” Yunjin says with a small laugh.

“It’s a party, everyone will be drunk–”

Before you can even finish the sentence, Yunjin snaps.

It takes about three thumps of music before you remember how much you hate these types of house parties.

Perhaps you never got to experience the culture properly during your college years, being in committed relationships most of the time. You just never quite understood the appeal – a bunch of people who are looking to drink, fuck, or both.

The irony is not lost on you, but now it just feels so abhorrent. If it weren’t for this punishment, you’d never even consider attending one of these.

Regardless, your feet carry you towards the sound.

With the house finally in view, you walk right onto the property. There are people everywhere. You have no idea where to begin your search, but you know you’re going to need a drink – and if Sakura’s as big of a drinker as Yunjin implied, it might not be a bad place to start.

So you make your way past the crowd, up the stairs and through the front door. You glance around, realizing you don’t recognize a soul, and then head towards the kitchen.

Past the beer pong table and over the random passed out bodies, you end up in the kitchen where a massive jug of murky, green liquid sits.

“Don’t bother with that one,” a voice comes from the side. “Tastes like shit, here,” she reaches into the fridge and pulls out a smaller jug with a much more appetizing shade of red liquid inside.

“Thanks,” you accept the cup and hold it up to her.