He lived the life of a teenage god — lowkey magic in his blood, fame nipping at his heels, school uniforms hanging in his closet like something out of a K-drama fever dream..He still had orders from the old man upstairs — "Live a normal life," his father had said, that one rare time he'd broken through the mortal walls to whisper across the veil.
And damn if Hwanung didn't try.
He attended high school. (Got detention once for "accidentally" short-circuiting a vending machine. Worth it.)
He learned how to take selfies without looking like he wanted to punch the camera.
He learned how to laugh when girls screamed his name, how to sign autographs without shaking his head at the absurdity of it all.
He learned how to live.
And somewhere deep down, a secret part of him knew this wasn't just life.
It was a gift.
Slowly days turned into weeks.
