---

---

(checks "Butterfly Girl" on her smartphone)

:

It's only 8 pages.

KZZT!

:

Noona...

(not surprised, still for a second)

(turns her head toward him)

:

(startles) Omo!!!

:

Why am I here?

:

Who is this Ajumma? (Ajumma = Middle-aged woman)

(speechless, stares at the fairy)

:

Soo... Soo-Bong, how did you bring her here?

:

(turns to Soo-Bong) Soo-Bong!!!

---

KZZT! Soo-Bong materializes.
He looks around. Ren-Bo is not here. The sky is green.

-

She hid somewhere?

-

In a tree? (looks at the trees)

(sees a motorcyclist parked, further up the street)

The biker raises the visor of his helmet and gets off his motorcycle.
He is the tall, strong, mean high school kid.

:

No way to have peace for 5 minutes here.

:

It's not an action manhwa though!

Still wearing a helmet, the student walks down the street toward Soo-Bong.

(warm-up movements of the shoulders)

-

The moment of truth.

The high school student is 10 feet away from Soo-Bong.

-

No, that's silly.

-

I'm gonna bust my hand on his helmet.

-

Yes, I'll surprise him with this!

---

Kang Chul in blue jacket, holding a gun, and Han Hyo-Joo in bathrobe.

He embraces her, brings his lips close to hers and...

... BRRZ!, his smartphone vibrates! He takes it out with his free hand, looks discreetly.
Yeon-Joo on the screen! Kang Chul pushes Hyo-Joo away like a bag of bulky garbage.

:

What a cad!

---

(answers call)

:

(very agitated) It's crazy here!

Around Yeon-Joo, there are flashes of light, trails of sparks.

:

Soo-Bong spends his time going back and forth.

:

...

:

He came with Fairy Spark, but he left without her!

:

What?! The fairy stayed here?!

:

(freaked out) Yeeeees!

:

She's completely freaked out, she's flying around!

:

Tell her you're Ren-Bo's friend.

:

What will happen if she is separated from Ren-Bo?

:

Normally none, they are two separate personalities.

~

KANG CHUUUL!!!

:

Sorry, see you later. (hangs up)

:

...!

---

Technicians are confused. Boom operator moves his mic aside, cameraman turns off his camera.

:

Now is no time to comfort your mentally handicapped friends!

(dismayed)

:

(smiles) Hey. (pats comfortingly Director Jung's shoulder)

:

This kissing scene isn't going anywhere.

:

I'm cold, me.

(exasperated)

:

Will you finally put your damn lips on hers or fuck a donkey?!

(considers the question)

(nods agree) I'll think about it.

:

Always looking for an excuse...

:

You'd think supermodels disgust him.

---

The sky turns orange.

:

Yah! (approaches, intimidating)

-

(loses courage) I'm crazy to do this.

-

This guy is stronger. Years of Taekwondo!

(in front of Soo-Bong, cracks his fingers)

-

Never mind. I am invulnerable. I might as well be slaughtered.

YARAAH! A raucous female scream comes from the sky.

(surprised, looks up to the sky)

BRONK! The brick shatters his helmet, which falls cut in half. His helmet saves his life!

(stunned, bleeding from the head)

:

...??! (looks up to the sky and sees Ren-Bo)

Ren-Bo flies about ten meters high, scarlet wings streaked with black.
She holds two more bricks tucked under one arm.

:

Die, you scum! (throws a brick, accelerated by a wingbeat)

The height added, the brick has a cannonball's velocity.
The high schooler dodges just enough to get the brick on the shoulder, rather than the head.

:

Aaaaaah! (broken shoulder)

:

(sadistic, vengeful, mad) How does it feel to suffer, you piece of shit?!

-

How can she throw a brick so hard? What about her wrist injury?

Groaning, the high schooler rushes back to his bike.

:

(hateful) Where else could you go? You die here and now, son of a bitch!

(scared, worried, is it Ren-Bo?)

PRR-PRR-PRR! The high schooler hardly turns on his motorcycle with one hand.

:

(hysterical) I want you to die! (throws the last brick)

VROARR!!! The bike starts up in extremis.
BRASH! The brick destroys the luggage rack instead of the high schooler's head.

-

Why did she become hateful?

---

~

She no longer fits her character!!!

---

Fairy Spark, flies around in a panic, emitting powder and flashes of light.
She leaves in her wake bright sparks stylized like manhwa stars.

:

(shouts) Spark, stop fussing! Spark!!!

Fairy Spark lands on the front deck, shining with pulsating light.

:

Do you know my name? Can you see me?

:

Yes, you're Ren-Bo's friend.

:

Ren-Bo, I have to go to her!

:

I can't stay here, I have to disappear.

FLUFF! A brief cloud of light surrounds Fairy Spark, but...

... she doesn't disappear!

:

Why can't I do it?

:

...?!

FLUFF! She produces the light puff again, but without success.

:

I can't go out for long. Otoke?

:

Calm down, and just wait a bit.

:

Ren-Bo! I can't feel her anywhere!

:

She ceased to exist!

:

She's fine, she's somewhere else.

:

No! She vanished from the universe. (flies away)

The fairy flies like a drunk, her sparks of light dimmed.

:

...!!! ("wasn't that crazy enough?")

:

Help!!!!

---

VROOM! The high schooler rides his motorcycle down the slope.

(flies to him like a bird of prey)

:

I told you to die, you bastard!

Ren-Bo kicks the high schooler in the back and destabilizes him.
CRASH! He falls, thrown with his motorcycle.
SHRIIIIII! He and his motorcycle slide down a 10-meter slope.
The high schooler is unconscious, bloody, with shredded clothes.

Ren-Bo lands, and walks to a work area, next to a house.
There is a pile of bricks, sand, a bag of cement, a wheelbarrow, and... a shovel.

(grabs the shovel, and walks to the lying biker)

:

Ren-Bo, what do you intend to do?

:

Stop, you'll end up killing him!

(turns to Soo-Bong)

:

So what?

:

He deserves it, they all deserve it!

:

That gang, my parents, and even Sin-Moo!

(turns to the lying biker)

(walks, stares hatefully)

The sky turns red.
From behind, Soo-Bong sees Ren-Bo blinking.
Her silhouette loses its real consistency.

:

...!!! (horrified)

---

:

Cut! It's perfect.

:

It took a while, but you did well, Kang Chul.

:

As natural as if you'd ever done it in real life.

(smiles)

:

Good job, everyone.

The technicians clear the set, two assistants go to Han Hyo-Joo.

:

Sure, he's talented at that kind of thing.

:

And really cute on top! Too bad he's fixed.

:

Too bad mostly that he's mediocre the rest of the time.

Kang Chul's smartphone rings. It reads "Yeon-Joo", he picks up.

---

:

(distraught) Honey! The fairy is disappearing!

:

The fairy disappears? What's the problem?

:

...?!

:

She spends her life doing that.

:

Noooooo! She's really disappearing, with dashes!

:

What? Like my arm?

:

(voice shaking) Yeeeees!

:

Looks like she's scratched from the manhwa!

:

Talk to her, prove to her that she exists!

The assistants look and listen to Kang Chul in disbelief.
Then, they look at each other smiling, knocking their heads with a finger.

:

I can't talk to her!

:

She has entirely disappeared?

:

I don't know, she went to hide!

:

Look under the seats, that's the only hideout.

---

Kang Chul continues his conversation. Han Hyo-Joo and the assistants walk away.

:

Is he drinking or what?

:

No, his breath didn't smell like alcohol.

:

He must be a little nuts.

:

Especially the person he's talking to. Sounds like a severe case.

:

No wonder it's his wife.

:

I'm well qualified to know that Oh Yeon-Joo is a serious nutcase.

Kang Chul, concerned, hangs up his smartphone.

:

Yah! Kang Chul!

:

Yes, Director Jung?

:

Sorry, but we have to move up a scene for tonight.

:

It's the only time we can rent the shooting location.

:

Then don't spend your night in the asylum!

:

(to himself) Damn it, this pile of shit had to drop during the busiest time.

:

...?!? ("since when does he talk like me?")

---

Soo-Bong watches Ren-Bo gradually cease to exist.

-

Not that! Why?

-

Because she doesn't behave like the heroine anymore?

-

I have to help her to come to her senses.

(sees flowers, behind a low wall)

-

She loves flowers.

(picks a big white flower, with thorns)

:

Ren-Bo!

(doesn't turn around, walks to the high schooler, holding the shovel)

:

Ren-Bo! Me too, I deserve to be killed?!

(hooked by the question, turns around)

:

Who knows?

:

I don't even know you...

(approaches and offers her the flower)

(horrified, eyes exorbited)

KLANG! Ren-Bo drops the shovel. She holds her head with both hands.

---

Yeon-Joo searches for Fairy Spark, she bends down to see under Soo-Bong's seat.
KZZT! Soo-Bong appears. He holds a big white flower, right under Yeon-Joo's nose!

:

Huh?

:

No, it's not for you, it's--

:

Soo-Bong! The fairy!

:

Look for the fairy!!!!

:

The Fairy?

(bends down to look under her seat)

:

Noona, what are you talking about?

:

Fairy Spark, you left her here earlier!

:

(straightens up to Soo-Bong) She is--

:

...!!!

:

Raaah! (angrily strikes the flower to crush it)

:

Ouch Ouch Ouch! (raises and shakes her hand)

(tears of pain, removes the thorns planted in her palm)

:

He drives me crazy doing this!

:

When I was in "W", it was hell to get back here.

:

And he jumps back and forth non-stop!

(suddenly stops reacting, the urgency flashes back in her mind)

:

Spark!

(searches again)

:

Is she still here or has she disappeared?

:

Disappeared? But in what way?

---

KZZT! Soo-Bong reappears in front of Ren-Bo, who is still holding her head.
FLUFF! A brief small bright cloud nearby, which he barely noticed.

:

(worried) Ren-Bo, do you--

FREEZZ!!!

:

...!!! (sees a bird in full flight, not moving anymore)

(sees Ren-Bo almost motionless)

:

Soo-Bong wanted to play the gallant.

:

But seriously, ransacking flowers... ... to seduce a girl who considers flowers as living beings!

:

Even his dull rival doesn't have such crappy ideas.

:

Will Butterfly Girl be interested in such a loser?

ZEERFF! Mr. Ladybug disappears, time resumes.

:

Soo-Bong?

:

Didn't you have a dead flower in your hands?

(about to answer)

FREEZZ!!!

:

...! (again, time slows down)

:

Pfff, he gets off too easily, with a trick!

ZEERFF! Mister Ladybug disappears, time resumes.

:

A flower?

:

No, you see.

:

I could have sworn.

:

Omo! (wings turning purple)

(sees the unconscious biker, further down the slope)

:

Did I do that?

:

Don't you remember?

:

I... I... Yes, a little bit...

:

But that's impossible, how could I?

(crying)

(hugs her and pats her back gently)

:

I don't know what came over me.

:

It wasn't me, it wasn't me!

:

Although I would wish they pay for the harm they do to me.

:

I know Ren-Bo.

:

You don't have to feel guilty.

:

Something happened that wasn't up to you.

:

But what? How?

:

I don't know, but I know you had nothing to do with it.

:

Stay here, I'm going to check on him.

(overwhelmed)

Soo-Bong walks down the street, and kneels down by the high schooler.
He checks his pulse, his breathing, his wounds, then returns to Ren-Bo.

:

I think he's injured, but not in danger.

:

Are you okay?

:

My wrist hurts.

:

Let's go to your house and call an ambulance for this kid on the way.

---

Soo-Bong and Ren-Bo arrive in a large garden, no fence around.

:

Tadam! (proud smile, presents with her hand)

:

This is my home! (slaps her hair to make it fly)

-

She is already cheered up...

:

Don't you like it?

:

It wouldn't be as beautiful, even if I drew this all night long.

:

You know drawing?

:

A little...

:

Could you draw me?

:

I could with my eyes closed!

:

But pretty, right? Not something ridiculous.

:

Do you have a digital tablet at home?

:

(reproach) Can't you do without it?

:

(dizzy) Ah, of course...

:

All we need is a sheet of paper and a pencil.

:

I have that!

:

...??! (notices big white flowers)

(understands what Soo-Bong is looking at)

:

(suspicious) Do you know it?

:

(beware of goof) Uh... No.

:

That's weird, I thought I saw one in your hands earlier.

:

Aaah... there were similar ones over there.

:

Yes, they swarmed, but they came from here.

:

You want to know the most amazing?

:

Go ahead.

:

That's an Allamanda cathartica!

:

...?

:

Oh that's right, you probably don't know anything about it.

:

I'm not a horticulture student like you!

:

Huh? How do you know that?

:

(goof!) It's just... It's obvious, with a garden like this.

:

(diversion) Then, what's so amazing about this flower?

:

It's yellow with spines and it only grows in tropical countries.

:

Apart from the spines, is it really the same flower?

:

Yes, I crossbred it with a species of thistle.

:

Is it possible something like that?

:

I didn't really ask myself that question.

:

I did, and it worked, that's all!

:

As a result, it's turned all white, and not afraid of the cold anymore.

:

Incredible, only in a manhwa could this exist.

:

And now, look at this flower. (points an orange rose)

:

This one?

:

Yes, try to smell it. (wings changing from green to yellow)

(bends down to smell the flower)

:

Ouch! (startles, puts a hand on his buttock)

:

pFwah ah ah!

:

...!

(holds a thorny branch)

-

I have kind of a feeling...

:

Ow, my wrist. (lets go of the branch and holds her wrist)

:

Let's put the bandage.

---

Ren-Bo brings Soo-Bong inside the house.

The interior is rustic, with wicker baskets and wooden furniture.

A fairy tale decor, like the house of a dwarf lost in the woods.

---

They enter. Ren-Bo shows Soo-Bong a closet.

:

It's in there.

Soo-Bong opens the closet, and pulls out a first aid kit.
They sit down at the kitchen table, Soo-Bong puts the kit on it.
The table is covered with tiles of pastoral art.
Soo-Bong opens the kit and takes out cream and bandage.

Soo-Bong puts some cream on Ren-Bo's wrist, then blows on it.

:

Hi hi, that tickles!

(gently wraps the bandage around her wrist)

:

You're really skilled with your hands.

:

I have a Noona doctor who taught me this kind of thing.

:

(wings turning orange) A Noona?

:

Yes, she's married to my Hyung, and they have a baby.

:

(wings turning green) Aaaaah. Yes. I see.

:

I'm glad you told me a little bit about yourself.

:

You're so mysterious...

:

And that's it. (bandage done)

:

I feel better already. (moves her bandaged hand)

:

Thanks Soo-Bong.

:

If I knew you better, I could call you Oppa.

:

Even without that, by the way.

:

Don't you already have an Oppa?

:

Sin-Moo?

:

Yes, he seems nice to you.

:

I'm not sure what's happening to me right now...

:

When I think about him, I find him so depressing.

:

Then I blame myself, because he helped me so often.

(holds up his palm)

:

All right, so high five!

:

...??

:

To be your Oppa...

(smiles and raises her valid hand, ready to type)

(lowers her hand and frowns, looking away)

:

Mmmh...

:

We'll see that later.

:

Just in case...

:

Huh?

:

... (pouting, won't answer)

:

How would you like to have an ice cream on the veranda?

:

I think I'd like everything with you.

:

Hi hi! I'll get this from the fridge. (stands up)

:

You, get the cups out of the cupboard next door.

---

Ren-Bo rummages through the refrigerator and Soo-Bong through the cupboard next to it.
Ren-Bo steps back and turns her back to Soo-Bong, who is embarrassed because...

The contact is soft and like a caress, only more annoying.
Ren-Bo stands back, as if nothing happens, with her head in the fridge.

:

pFwooh ooh ooh!

:

Aaah, I well know you do it on purpose!

:

But if summer is too hot, I'll hire you as a fan.

---

Ren-Bo and Soo-Bong are sitting face to face around a marble table.
Pots of drooping plants are hanging from the upper beams.

Ren-Bo sprays whipped cream on the ice cream cups with a pressurized can.
She sticks cigar cakes in the cream.

:

"Dame blanche", a foreign ice cream "à la Chantilly", my favorite.

:

I noticed something.

:

You fly easier now.

:

I didn't pay attention. I do it naturally.

:

But I tire quickly. (hides the cream can under the table)

(extends other hand horizontally, wings turning yellow)

:

...?

:

(looks up) Oh! Looks like it's starting to rain.

(by reflex, he extends his hand to feel a drop, and looks up)

:

(sees the roof of the porch) Huh? But we are safe here.

:

Yah! (throws herself forward, like a devil on springs)

(takes out her hidden hand, sprays all the whipped cream in Soo-Bong's face)

:

pfWAh Ah Ah!

:

Koff, Koff. (chokes on cream swallowed by accident)

:

(gets scared) Oh no! Soo-Bong...

---

Yeon-Joo is worried. She thinks, counts on her fingers. Her mind lost in the sky.
She opens her mouth wide, relieved, waving her finger. She has understood something...

:

Koff, Koff.

:

(looks at Soo-Bong, surprise!) WAAaaAah!

:

Why do you look like that?

:

Koff, Koff, let me breathe.

(takes out a tissue and wipes Soo-Bong's face)

:

At least make sure you stay either there or here.

:

Try not to rush her, damn it!

:

But Noona... That girl can get emotional just by seeing a butterfly land on a flower!

(takes out another tissue, loses sight of Soo-Bong for a second)

(reaches out to wipe his face, only empty space instead)

:

(fed up) It can't be true, we'll be stuck here all day.

---

KZZT! Soo-Bong reappears in front of Ren-Bo.
She's leaning on the table, her head resting on her hands, waiting for him.

:

When I saw you disappear, I guessed that you would be fine.

(takes a towel to clean his face)

:

Where do you go when you do that?

:

Well... I actually teleport.

:

So you're not just absent, like Fairy Spark?

:

No, I was with Noona.

:

As you can see, she cleaned my face.

:

Oh yes, I see...

(pensive, pondering these mysteries)

(shakes her head, it's too complicated)

:

Since you're here, you could give me a hand.

:

Time to water the plants.

:

Sure, okay.

---

Ren-Bo and Soo-Bong are under an outside stoop, containing gardening tools.
RO-BLO-BLO! Ren-Bo finishes filling a watering can, and turns off the tap.

:

With this, you won't damage the plants.

(hands the watering can to Soo-Bong, her wings turn yellow)

:

Take care of this square. (points to a flowerbed)

Soo-Bong nods, and goes near the plants with the watering can.

:

Fweet phwee whee (whistles while watering)

(feels raindrops landing on his face)

:

Ren-Bo, I think it really starts to rain.

:

We're watering for nothing.

:

pFwooh ooh ooh! (laughter coming from above)

(looks up, sees Ren-Bo flying a few meters above him)

FRWIIIIIIF! Ren-Bo opens a garden hose she's holding.

(SFLAF! gets showered from head to toe!)

:

You still had whipped cream on you!

:

pfWAh Ah ah ah!

SPROOT-GLOG! The garden hose has air bubbles stuck in it and wiggles like a snake.
Ren-Bo insists on controlling the hose. In vain! She gets unsteady, unable to fly.

:

WHAAAaaah!!! (falls!)

She crashes into Soo-Bong, knocking him into a decorative flowerbed.
BROK! Soo-Bong's head sticks in a big garden gnome. Ren-Bo is slumped over him.

:

(looks at the garden gnome) Oh no! Mr. Green Thumb!

(feels something lower and looks at her chest)

:

...!!! (her eyes widen bigger and bigger)

Soo-Bong's hand is accidentally resting on her breast!

---

(reads the manhwa on her smartphone)

:

It sucks, the chapters are too short.

(drops of water land on her smartphone)

:

Tsss... (jaded, looks at the passenger seat)

:

OMg-gOgle-brlL-loGLOo!!! (startles, stammers, scared)

:

(can't see) Noona? Is that you? Am I back?

:

What happened to you?

:

Ren-Bo has an acute teasing fit. It's her time, just like cats.

:

Dammit, all that is published!

:

Try to hold at least 5 pages.

:

Could you help me to...

FZZT!

---

KZZT!

:

... remove this? (the garden gnome is removed)

Ren-Bo holds the garden gnome and smiles stupidly, like "Oops, I almost caused a disaster".

:

Are you well ? Not much of a boo-boo?

:

I'm fine, I've had worse today.

:

Are you cool enough to put up with me?

:

It's your character, I like it when you're cheerful.

(conniving glance)

(conniving glance)

:

I'm sad about Mr. Green Thumbs...

(looks at the damaged garden gnome in her hands)

(laughing and hiding)

:

When you wake up tomorrow morning, he might be back...

:

Do you intend to bring me another one during the night?

:

But it won't be him, he was unique.

:

I might surprise you.

:

You got it!

:

But now...

:

Would you draw me?

:

(blushes) Oppa...

(shy and emotional)

(soft and shy, pink wings)

:

All right, let's go.

Soo-Bong dusts his clothes, removing the grass and dirt.
Ren-Bo removes some twigs stuck in his hair.
He casually pushes away a small thorn pinned to his hand.

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