"What do you mean I'm not fine, honey?" she mumbled, letting the old endearment slipped. Haneul doesn't like being called honey, anymore. 'I'm 17, omma. It's embarrassing.' And it made Hayi frowned when Haneul didn't protest and just hugged her a little bit tighter.   "It's July. You hate Julys," he said, as if stating he obvious, making Hayi's brows to creased even more.