In God, whose word I praise— in God I trust and am not afraid. What can mere mortals do to me?

Psalm 56:4

“Hey, want to work on the project today?” Minhyuk asked Krystal as they walked out of Professor Song’s class. It had been six days since they last worked on it together, the same day Krystal forgave Kai.

“I wish I could, but I can’t. I promised to meet up with my friends,” she said regretfully.

“Then tomorrow?” he offered.

“Definitely,” she promised.

They parted, Krystal heading to the dorms to get ready for her outing, Minhyuk to the library to work on their project. She had tried to convince him to not work on it today because she wasn’t going to, and she felt bad about it. But he had obstinately refused and wished her fun with her friends.

That boy...Krystal shook her head in amusement and fondness. What had she done to deserve a friend like him?

She checked her watch and gasped when she realized she was almost late. Breaking out into a run, she was panting when she got to her room. When she opened the door, she saw Sulli clasping an earring on. Her roommate turned around from the mirror to look at the heavily breathing Krystal.

“You’re late,” Sulli scolded as she approached the latter with a brush in her hand. “Sit,” she commanded, forcing Krystal to sit onto the closest bed. Sulli began to attack Krystal’s hair with the brush, and with each , Krystal winced.

“Why do you have to take out your anger on my hair?” she whined. Sulli lessened the amount of strength she used to comb Krystal’s hair in response.

“I’m not angry. It’s just that your hair’s a mess,” she explained. “Why are you late anyways?”

Krystal scowled. “Professor Song let us out late.”

“Oh, that scary professor?” When Krystal nodded, Sulli shuddered. “So glad I don’t have her as my professor.”

“Yeah, it hasn’t been easy, but the year’s almost over.”

When the girls finished getting ready, they quickly left to go to the location they were meeting the others at. Sulli and Krystal decided to take the bus because it was now the end of November and was far too cold to walk.

“Do you know where we’re meeting?” Krystal asked her friend as they got off of the bus.

“Yeah, Luna found this great food tent on a date with her boyfriend, and she wanted to go there with us,” Sulli supplied. She led them to a food tent that was very familiar to Krystal.

“Wait a minute…” Krystal’s voice trailed off when she ducked under the flap and spotted Mrs. Hong. “Mrs. Hong!” she exclaimed.

The elderly lady turned around and searched for the person who called her. When she saw Kryst