Silent Hero
Episode 1
𝗞𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗶𝗹 is not your average high school girl. She's a boxer—strong, fast, and fearless. Most students know better than to mess with her. She doesn’t talk much, keeps to herself, and walks through the halls like she owns the place. Her eyes are sharp, and her heart? Cold… unless you’re one of the very few she cares about.
𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗶𝗹 lives with her mom, 𝗞𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝗝𝗶𝗵𝘆𝗲, a hardworking single mother. Their life isn’t easy, but it’s simple and honest. While her mom works long hours, 𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗶𝗹 trains, studies, and keeps her walls high. She’s not looking for friends. She’s not looking for trouble. But if trouble finds her… it better be ready to 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦.
𝗠𝘆𝘂𝗻𝗴 𝗝𝗮𝗲𝗵𝘆𝘂𝗻 has everything money can buy—but none of the things that matter. He’s from a rich family, but his home is cold and painful. His parents, 𝗝𝘂𝗻𝗵𝗼 and 𝗠𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗼𝗼, care more about their image 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 their own son. Sometimes, they even 𝘩𝘪𝘵 him.
At school, things aren’t better. People think he’s stuck-up or weird, so he gets bullied. Especially by the 𝙆 𝙂𝙖𝙣𝙜 (bullies). They treat him like a servant. He’s always carrying their bags, buying their drinks, and taking their insults.
But no one 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 sees him
It's been one week since 𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗶𝗹 transferred to this school. she don’t like talking much. she don’t like people who act fake. But she notice things—like how 𝗝𝗮𝗲𝗵𝘆𝘂𝗻 is always around that group, the 𝙆 𝙂𝙖𝙣𝙜. They don’t treat him like a 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥. More like… a 𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵. Always shouting, always making him do stuff. 𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗶𝗹 didn’t care at first. But today felt 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵.
As 𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗶𝗹 was walking around, she heard someone yelling from the unused classroom. The voice was loud and sharp.
She quietly walked closer, leaned against the wall, and peeked inside..
𝗗𝘂𝗵𝗼 was holding a drink—strawberry milk. 𝗝𝗮𝗲𝗵𝘆𝘂𝗻 stood in front of him with his head low, not saying much.
Kam Duho
“I asked for chocolate milk, not strawberry, you idiot!” 𝘋𝘶𝘩𝘰 𝘴𝘯𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥.
Myung Jaehyun
“S-sorry… the chocolate milk was already out of stock,” 𝘑𝘢𝘦𝘩𝘺𝘶𝘯 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘭𝘺.
Kam Duho
𝘋𝘶𝘩𝘰 𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴. “Damn you…”
𝘋𝘶𝘩𝘰 𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘬 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘑𝘢𝘦𝘩𝘺𝘶𝘯’𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥.
Kam Duho
“I guess you deserve this.” 𝘋𝘶𝘩𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥.
𝘋𝘶𝘩𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘑𝘢𝘦𝘩𝘺𝘶𝘯’𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘭 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯.
𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘭 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮, 𝘯𝘰 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳. 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳.
Kang Youngil
“Hey.” 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘭 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘮, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘱.
Kang Youngil
“If you’re just going to waste it, then give it to me instead.”
Kam Duho
𝘋𝘶𝘩𝘰 𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘦𝘥, 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥. “What?”
Kang Youngil
𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘭 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥. “I like strawberry milk. You don’t. Problem solved.”
𝙅𝙞𝙮𝙪 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝙈𝙞𝙧𝙖𝙚 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳.
𝙅𝙤𝙤𝙣 𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥, 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴.
𝙅𝙖𝙚𝙝𝙮𝙪𝙣 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘶𝘯.
𝘿𝙪𝙝𝙤 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘦, 𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦.
Kang Youngil
𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘭 𝘨𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢 𝘭𝘢𝘻𝘺 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦. “Or you can try pouring that on someone who hits back.”
𝘋𝘶𝘩𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥. 𝘈𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦.. 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘭’𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥.
Kam Duho
“Tch. Whatever,” 𝘋𝘶𝘩𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺.
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘣𝘺 𝘰𝘯𝘦.
𝘖𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘭 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘑𝘢𝘦𝘩𝘺𝘶𝘯.
Kang Youngil
“You good?” 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘥.
Myung Jaehyun
𝘑𝘢𝘦𝘩𝘺𝘶𝘯 𝘯𝘰𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘺, 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘥.
Kang Youngil
𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘭 𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘸𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘬. “Seriously though. Thanks. I was thirsty.”
𝘈 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘑𝘢𝘦𝘩𝘺𝘶𝘯’𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴.
Kang Youngil
𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘭 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦. “See you around.”
𝘑𝘢𝘦𝘩𝘺𝘶𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘻𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵.
After school, 𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗶𝗹 didn’t go home right away. She headed straight to the boxing gym like usual. She needed to clear her head… and maybe punch a few things. But when she looked through the gym’s window—
𝗞𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝗪𝗼𝗻𝗶𝗹. 𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗶𝗹’𝘀 little brother.
Jumping around, throwing punches at the air with that serious “I’m-the-hero” face of his.
Kang Youngil
𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘭 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘥.
Kang Youngil
“…Let’s play,” 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘭 𝘮𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥, 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘯.
The gym door creaked open.
Kang Wonil
𝘞𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘭 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥, 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘥. “Noona?!”
(ᵗʰᵃᵗ’ˢ ʷʰᵃᵗ ʰᵉ ᶜᵃˡˡˢ ʸᵒᵘⁿᵍⁱˡ—ᵒˡᵈᵉʳ ˢⁱˢᵗᵉʳ)
Kang Youngil
“What, you think I wouldn’t come?” 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘭 𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘢𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘬𝘯𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘦𝘴.
“Show me what you’ve got.”
Kang Wonil
𝘞𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘭 𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘦𝘥. “You wanna spar? With me?”
Kang Youngil
𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘭 𝘯𝘰𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘥. “Scared?”
Kang Wonil
𝘞𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘭 𝘱𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵. “I’m not scared! I’ve been practicing! I’m faster now!”
Wonil ran to grab his gloves and hopped into the ring like a cartoon character.
Kang Youngil
𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘭 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘰, 𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴.
Kang Wonil
𝘞𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘭 𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘴.
𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴.
𝘒𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧.
Kang Wonil
“Hyaaaa—!” 𝘞𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘭 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘱𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘺 on 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦.
Kang Youngil
𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘭 𝘥𝘰𝘥𝘨𝘦𝘥. 𝘓𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘞𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘭’𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳.
𝘞𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘭 𝘴𝘱𝘶𝘯 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥, 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘵, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘱.
Kang Wonil
“...I slipped on purpose,” 𝘏𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥, 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘳.
Kang Youngil
𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘭 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘴. “Sure you did.”
Kang Wonil
𝘞𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘭 𝘫𝘶𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯. “Okay okay, rematch!”
They kept going—punches, dodges, laughter. He tried. Really tried.
But in the end, Youngil still won.
Like always.
Afterward, they sat by the edge of the ring, sweaty and tired.
Kang Wonil
𝘞𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘭 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺. “I’ll beat you one day, y’know.”
Kang Youngil
𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘭 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘥. “Keep dreaming.”
Kang Wonil
𝘞𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘭 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦. “…But hey, thanks for sparring with me.”
Kang Youngil
𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘭 𝘳𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳. “Anytime, loser.”
After spending hours in the gym, sweating it out and sparring like it was a championship match, 𝗪𝗼𝗻𝗶𝗹 and 𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗶𝗹 were both hungry. He was bouncing around like a little kid, talking about burgers and spicy tteokbokki
Kang Wonil
“Noonaaa~ I’m starving. Let’s get food!” 𝘞𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘭 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥, 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘧𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘨 𝘴𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮.
Kang Youngil
𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘭 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦…
𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘶𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘻𝘦.
The screen lit up.
8:47 𝗣𝗠.
Kang Youngil
𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘭 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥.
Kang Youngil
“Wait.. wait.. wait—WHAT?!” 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘭 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨.
Kang Youngil
“WONIL.” 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘭 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘺.
“Do you know what time it is?”
Kang Wonil
𝘞𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘭 𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘦𝘥. “Huh? Uhh.. No.”
Kang Youngil
“You don’t know what time it is 𝘯𝘰𝘸?”
Kang Wonil
𝘞𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘭 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦. “..Hmm..”
Kang Youngil
𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘭 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘭𝘺.
“You know what that means?”
Kang Wonil
“..Uhh.. Nope—”
Kang Youngil
𝙨𝙡𝙖𝙥𝙨 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘭𝘺
Kang Wonil
“Ouch- that– Oh—wait. Oh–YEAH WE’RE LATE TO HOME.” 𝘩𝘦 𝘺𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘳𝘶𝘣𝘣𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘬.
Kang Wonil
𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘻𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘦. “Wait—what?!”
Kang Youngil
“We’re supposed to be home by 7!! MOM’S GONNA BE MAD AT US.”
Kang Wonil
𝘞𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘭 𝘫𝘢𝘸 𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥. “I THOUGHT IT WAS ONLY LIKE... 6?!”
Kang Youngil
“THAT WAS THREE HOURS AGO.”
They both started running out of the gym like it was the Olympics.
Backpacks bouncing, shoes squeaking on the pavement.
Kang Wonil
𝘞𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘭 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺, “NOOOO I’M TOO YOUNG TO DIE—”
Kang Youngil
𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘭 𝘺𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥, “SAVE YOUR ENERGY AND FASTER!!”
As they got closer to home, we saw the lights on.
Uh-oh.
The 𝘬𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘯 lights.
Kang Wonil
𝘞𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘭 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯, 𝘩𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨, “Do you think she made dinner already?”
Kang Youngil
𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘭 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥. “I think 𝘸𝘦 are dinner.”
They sprinted all the way home like their lives depended on it. 𝙎𝙥𝙤𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙧: they kind of did. They were an hour and forty-seven minutes late—and if there’s one thing scarier than a knockout punch, it’s 𝗞𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝗝𝗶𝗵𝘆𝗲 when her kids don’t come home on time.
Panting, they stood outside the front door.
Kang Wonil
𝘞𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘭 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥, “Should we ring the bell?”
Kang Youngil
𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘞𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘭’𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥.
“No. We’re sneaking in like ninjas.”
Kang Wonil
𝘞𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘭 𝘳𝘶𝘣𝘣𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘵𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘴 𝘶𝘱.
“..Copy that.”
They slowly opened the door…
Inside, the house was quiet.
In the kitchen. Back turned. Cooking something in the pan.
Kang Wonil
𝘞𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘭 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥, “She’s busy.. maybe she didn’t notice..”
Kang Youngil
𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘭 𝘯𝘰𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘥. “Okay. Slow… real slow…”
Step by step, they began tiptoeing across the hallway.
They were just about to reach the corner and slip to our rooms when—
A silver knife flew past Youngil face and stuck right into the wall next to her.
Kang Youngil
𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘭 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘻𝘦.
From the kitchen, Mom’s voice rang out—dead calm… too calm.
Kang Jihye
“You. Are. Late.”
There she stood, now facing them. Holding a second knife.
Her smile was scary. Her eyes? Even 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘳.
Kang Wonil
𝘞𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘭 𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴. “I–I was hungry so I stayed behind! I was the one who begged her to spar! Youngil’s innocent!!”
Kang Youngil
“TRAITOR,” 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘭 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩.
Kang Jihye
𝘔𝘰𝘮 𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘸. “Oh really?”
Kang Wonil
“Okay we both stayed!” 𝘏𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥.
Kang Youngil
𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘭 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥, 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘶𝘱 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵.
“Mom, please. We were just… bonding. Training. Wonil needs practice.”
Kang Wonil
𝘞𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘭 𝘯𝘰𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘵. “Yes yes yes! Sibling bonding! Very important for family unity!”
Kang Jihye
𝘔𝘰𝘮 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥.
𝘚𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵.
Kang Jihye
𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘯, 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳…
Kang Jihye
𝘔𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘵𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘭𝘺.
Kang Jihye
“...Just tell me next time, okay?” 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘭𝘺.
Kang Jihye
“Don’t make me worried again.”
Kang Wonil
“Wait... we’re not dead?”
Kang Jihye
𝘔𝘰𝘮 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺. “No. But you’re washing the dishes tonight.”
Kang Jihye
“Go clean yourself up and eat dinner together.”
Youngil and Wonil went to their room and change.
Kang Youngil
𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘭 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥. 𝘏𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘢𝘮𝘱, 𝘸𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘭. 𝘗𝘢𝘫𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘴 𝘰𝘯. 𝘍𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘯.
𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨.
Kang Youngil
𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘭 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘦𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦.
The world was loud today.
Too loud.
Kang Youngil
𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘭 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘺..
𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘢𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘥𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦.
A small picture.
A kid smiling—maybe seven years old.
A memory she tried not to think about too often.
"𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗱 𝗺𝗲!" the kid once said.
Youngil remember replying with a soft smile—"𝗟𝗲𝘁’𝘀 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗮 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗶𝘀𝗲, 𝘆𝗲𝗮𝗵?"
"𝗬𝗲𝗮𝗵. 𝗟𝗲𝘁’𝘀 𝗯𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗼𝗲𝘀. 𝗘𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝗶𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱’𝘀 𝘂𝗻𝗳𝗮𝗶𝗿.. 𝗹𝗲𝘁’𝘀 𝗳𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗲𝗹𝘀𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗱𝗮𝘆."
Kang Youngil
𝘕𝘰𝘸, 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘭 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘰 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵𝘭𝘺.
“…I hope I can fulfill the promise,” 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥.
Kang Youngil
𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘭’𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘦.
𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴.
Episode 2
! 𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚 !
ᶜᵘʳˢⁱⁿᵍ , ᵛⁱᵒˡᵉⁿᶜᵉ
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Everything felt.. normal. Boring, even. But sometimes, silence means something’s about to go wrong. And today..? Oh yeah. It went wrong.
𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗶𝗹 walked through the hallway, holding a small carton of strawberry milk.
She wasn’t really drinking it. Just.. staring at it.
The same kind 𝗝𝗮𝗲𝗵𝘆𝘂𝗻 was almost soaked in.
𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗶𝗹 sipped it slowly.
Sweet. Cold.
Kind of annoying.
𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗶𝗹 turned a corner and accidentally came across them.
They were gathered by the lockers, whispering and giggling like little devils.
Ki Jiyu
“Hey, what if I asked him to buy us luxury bags?” 𝘑𝘪𝘺𝘶 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥.
Kyung Mirae
“Oooh! What about watches?” 𝘔𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘦 𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘥.
Ki Jiyu
“Or… cars?~” 𝘑𝘪𝘺𝘶 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘥.
Kim Hyeonbin
𝘏𝘺𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘣𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘦𝘥. “Just ask him anything, he’ll do it.”
Kam Duho
𝘋𝘶𝘩𝘰’𝘴 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬. “Or else.. he’ll get things that he might 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦..”
Her grip on the milk carton tightened.
They were talking about Jaehyun.
𝘈𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯.
She turned around slowly…
Then—
The milk carton hit 𝗝𝗶𝘆𝘂 right on the back.
Ki Jiyu
“OW! Who the hell—?!”
𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗶𝗹 just stared at 𝗝𝗶𝘆𝘂.
Ki Jiyu
“..You jerk,” 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥, 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘰 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘭.
Before 𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗶𝗹 could even pretend to “apologize”
𝗝𝗶𝘆𝘂 slapped 𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗶𝗹 across the face.
Ki Jiyu
“You b*stard. How 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘦 you throw that thing at me?”
𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗶𝗹 didn’t move.
Didn’t blink.
𝗝𝗶𝘆𝘂 looked at her friends and then stared at 𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗶𝗹 longer. Then scoffed.
Ki Jiyu
“What a pathetic loser—”
𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘱 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘭 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯–
𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗶𝗹 grabbed 𝗝𝗶𝘆𝘂’𝘀 wrist. Tight.
Ki Jiyu
“What the freak?!”
𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗶𝗹 stared at 𝗝𝗶𝘆𝘂, holding her wrist.
𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗶𝗹’𝘀 hand didn’t move.
𝗝𝗶𝘆𝘂’𝘀 eyes were full of shock and anger.
𝗝𝗶𝘆𝘂 tried to pull away.
But 𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗶𝗹 didn’t let go.
𝗝𝗼𝗼𝗻 rushed toward 𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗶𝗹.
Kwon Joon
“Hey! Let go of her, you son of a—!”
𝘑𝘰𝘰𝘯 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘦𝘥 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘭’𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘮.
𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗶𝗹 twisted it and pushed him away—
𝗝𝗼𝗼𝗻 stumbled back, crashing into the lockers.
𝗠𝗶𝗿𝗮𝗲 screamed, charging at 𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗶𝗹.
So 𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗶𝗹 did what she had to do—
She grabbed a handful of 𝗠𝗶𝗿𝗮𝗲’𝘀 hair and spun her to the side.
𝗠𝗶𝗿𝗮𝗲 slipped and dropped to the floor.
Kyung Mirae
“This crazy b*tch..”
𝗛𝘆𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗯𝗶𝗻 came next, kicking at 𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗶𝗹.
𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗶𝗹 kicked back—right into 𝗛𝘆𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗯𝗶𝗻’𝘀 stomach.
𝗗𝘂𝗵𝗼 tried to grab 𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗶𝗹 from behind—
But she turned quick and wrapped her arm around his neck.
Kam Duho
“ACK—! L-Let go…!!”
𝘏𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘭𝘦𝘥, 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘳𝘦𝘥.
Kang Youngil
𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘭 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦.
“Stop bullying people.”
𝗗𝘂𝗵𝗼 clawed at 𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗶𝗹’𝘀 arm.
Kang Youngil
“Stop using others.”
Kang Youngil
𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘭 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮.
“Let me make this clear. If you ever lay a hand on Jaehyun again..”
Kang Youngil
𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘱 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩.
“You’ll find out what real pain feels like.”
A 𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥 hit landed on 𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗶𝗹’𝘀 head.
Teacher Park
“WHAT IS THIS NONSENSE?!”
𝗧𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗣𝗮𝗿𝗸 yelled, holding a wooden stick.
He looked at 𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗶𝗹 first.
Then the others.
Teacher Park
“What the hell happened here?! Fighting in the hallway?! Grabbing students like this?!”
Teacher Park
“Who started this?!”
Ki Jiyu
𝘑𝘪𝘺𝘶 𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘭, 𝘤𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨.
“She hit us first!”
𝙇𝙞𝙚𝙨.
But 𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗶𝗹 didn’t say anything.
Kyung Mirae
“Teacher, she’s insane!” 𝘔𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘦 𝘺𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥, 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘳.
Kwon Joon
“Yeah, she just attacked us!” 𝘑𝘰𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥, 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘮.
Teacher Park
𝘛𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘗𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘩𝘪𝘵 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘭’𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯.
“You. Come with me. Now.”
Because she was the only one…
𝙉𝙤𝙩 injured.
She walked down the hallway alone.
Her head hurt. Her hands were sore.
But her heart?
Still calm.
𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗶𝗹 saw 𝗝𝗮𝗲𝗵𝘆𝘂𝗻 in the distance.
Watching everything.
He didn’t move.
Didn’t say anything.
Just watched.
Like everyone else
The door creaked open.
𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗶𝗹 stepped inside.
𝗧𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗣𝗮𝗿𝗸 was already at his desk, arms crossed, eyes sharp.
He pointed at the chair in front of him.
𝗧𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗣𝗮𝗿𝗸 didn’t speak at first.
Just stared at 𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗶𝗹.
He slammed his palm on the desk.
Teacher Park
“Do you think this is a joke?!” 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥.
Teacher Park
“Fighting in the hallway?! Grabbing other students?! What were you thinking, Youngil?!”
𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘭 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯.
𝘋𝘪𝘥𝘯’t 𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘳.
Teacher Park
“You think just because you’re quiet, I’ll let it go?!”
Teacher Park
“You could’ve seriously hurt someone!”
𝗧𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗣𝗮𝗿𝗸 walked around the desk and leaned in.
Teacher Park
“You’re lucky those students didn’t break anything. Or else I would’ve called your parents 𝘢𝘯𝘥 the police.”
𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗶𝗹 tilted her head slightly, finally meeting his eyes.
Kang Youngil
“...I didn’t start it.”
Teacher Park
“Oh? Then who did?”
Teacher Park
“Exactly. No one else is talking. Only 𝘺𝘰𝘶.”
𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘭 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦.
Outside the office window, 𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗶𝗹 could see some students walking in the hallway. Laughing. Chatting. Free.
𝗧𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗣𝗮𝗿𝗸 sighed and walked back to his seat.
He rubbed his temple.
Teacher Park
“Every month, there’s always something with you.”
𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗶𝗹 blinked.
This again.
Teacher Park
“People like you… always act strong. Until they cross the line.”
His words didn’t sting anymore.
They used to.
She just looked at the photo frame on his desk.
A family photo.
He finally put down his pen.
Teacher Park
“You’re getting detention. And I’m calling your mother.”
As 𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗶𝗹 stood up to leave, 𝗧𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗣𝗮𝗿𝗸 said one last thing.
Teacher Park
“You may think you’re a hero in your little head… but you’re just another troublemaker to me.”
After the fight with the 𝙆 𝙂𝙖𝙣𝙜, 𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗶𝗹 was called to the teacher's office alone. 𝗧𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗣𝗮𝗿𝗸 scolded her harshly and gave detention. But when 𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗶𝗹 walked out of the office..
As 𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗶𝗹 closed the door behind her, she let out a small breath.
He was standing there.
Just a few steps away from the office.
They looked at each other.
For a few seconds.
Then 𝗝𝗮𝗲𝗵𝘆𝘂𝗻 turned and started walking away.
𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗶𝗹 didn’t even think.
She 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘥 him.
Kang Youngil
“Are you okay?” 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘥.
Myung Jaehyun
𝘏𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨.
𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘬𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨.
Kang Youngil
“Did they bully you again?”
Myung Jaehyun
𝘚𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵.
Kang Youngil
“Well.. the strawberry milk you bought that day was really good. Where did you buy it?”
Then 𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗶𝗹 just blurted it out—
Kang Youngil
“Wanna be my friend?”
𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗶𝗹 stopped too.
Her heart was beating fast, and she didn’t know why.
𝗝𝗮𝗲𝗵𝘆𝘂𝗻 turned his head.
Looked at 𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗶𝗹.
Myung Jaehyun
𝘋𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬.
𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘭 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥.
Kang Youngil
“Look. If you’re my friend… then I’ll protect you from bullies. Okay? I already warned them but you know... bullies never listen.”
Not angry.
Not sad.
Just… quiet.
Then—he looked away again.
And walked past 𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗶𝗹.
Kang Youngil
“...No?” 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘭 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥.
Kang Youngil
𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥.
“Okay then…”
Kang Youngil
𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘭 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧.
Her mind: 𝗪𝗵𝘆 𝗮𝗺 𝗜 𝘀𝗼 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱𝘀 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗵𝗶𝗺 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵?
Maybe because she saw something in his eyes.
Something like hers.
Kang Youngil
Her mind: 𝗪𝗲𝗹𝗹, 𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝗼𝗿 𝗻𝗼𝘁…
Kang Youngil
Her mind: 𝗜’𝗹𝗹 𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗲𝗰𝘁 𝗵𝗶𝗺. 𝗡𝗼 𝗺𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁.
Episode 3
! 𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚 !
ᶜᵘʳˢⁱⁿᵍ , ᵛⁱᵒˡᵉⁿᶜᵉ
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𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗶𝗹 was sleeping and suddenly she dreamed of something..
(𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗶𝗹 still remembered the kid in the photo—the one she once saved. That promise… still heavy on her heart)
𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗶𝗹 was running in the 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮.
Running toward the sound.
But no matter how fast 𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗶𝗹 ran,
she couldn’t reach the kid.
“Wait—!”
𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘭 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘥.
The kid turned around.
Tears on the kid's face.
𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗶𝗹 reached out—
But everything turned to black.
𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘭 𝘨𝘢𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘥.
Sat up on her bed, sweating.
Her chest hurt.
Her hands were shaking.
It was still dark outside.
No sound but her own breathing.
Kang Youngil
“…again,”
𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘭 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥.
Her muscles ached a little, but she didn’t care.
She changed into a clean shirt and grabbed her hoodie.
𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗶𝗹 looked in the mirror.
Her hair was a mess.
She fixed it with her fingers and gave herself a half-smile.
Kang Youngil
“Let’s go protect someone else today,”
𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘭 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘭𝘺.
𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗶𝗹 opened the door, ready to head to school.
It was just a normal PE day at school. The hallway was quiet. Too quiet.
𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗶𝗹 was wearing her sportswear, walking around with no real goal.
But then... she heard some noise coming from her classroom.
𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗶𝗹 stopped in front of the class and peeked through the small glass window on the door.
Inside, 𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗶𝗹 saw 𝗝𝗮𝗲𝗵𝘆𝘂𝗻 standing still—nervous. In front of him were 𝗗𝘂𝗵𝗼, 𝗛𝘆𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗯𝗶𝗻, and 𝗝𝗼𝗼𝗻.
The other boys in the classroom were laughing.
𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗶𝗹 noticed something... 𝗝𝗮𝗲𝗵𝘆𝘂𝗻 hadn’t changed into his PE clothes. He was still wearing his uniform.
Myung Jaehyun
“..Where did you put my clothes?”
𝘑𝘢𝘦𝘩𝘺𝘶𝘯 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘥.
Kam Duho
“Why?” 𝘋𝘶𝘩𝘰 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘥.
Myung Jaehyun
“Give it back..,” 𝘑𝘢𝘦𝘩𝘺𝘶𝘯 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯.
Kwon Joon
“Why should we?” 𝘑𝘰𝘰𝘯 𝘤𝘩𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘦𝘥.
Kwon Joon
“Go sit down. PE doesn’t suit you anyway.”
Kim Hyeonbin
“Yeah, just stay the weak loser you are,” 𝘏𝘺𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘣𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘥.
Laughter filled the room.
Then suddenly—two shadows blocked her view.
Ki Jiyu
“What the hell are you doing here?”
Ki Jiyu
"Pft. What? Hey, crazy b*tch. I'm asking you. What are you doing? Watching someone? Stalking?"
Kyung Mirae
"I think she is stalking someone~.."
Ki Jiyu
"Oh my god.. I can't believe it.. You? Stalking someone? That's new—"
𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗶𝗹 just ignored them and calmly pushed 𝗝𝗶𝘆𝘂’𝘀 forehead aside so she could keep watching.
Ki Jiyu
“Hey! What’s your problem?!” 𝘑𝘪𝘺𝘶 𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘥.
Ki Jiyu
“She’s so weird. A pervert, maybe.” 𝘑𝘪𝘺𝘶 𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘥.
Kyung Mirae
"I think she is watching 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 Duho.."
Ki Jiyu
"WHAT? Hey! Are you serious right now?!"
𝘑𝘪𝘺𝘶 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘦𝘨—𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘭.
But 𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗶𝗹 was already turning the doorknob.
𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗶𝗹 stepped inside the classroom, calm.
𝗝𝗶𝘆𝘂, mid-kick, slipped and fell behind her with a loud thud.
All the boys turned to look.
𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗶𝗹 walked in slowly, her eyes locked on 𝗗𝘂𝗵𝗼.
Kam Duho
“What are you doing here?” 𝘋𝘶𝘩𝘰 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘥, 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥.
Kwon Joon
“This is the boys’ changing time.”
𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗶𝗹 looked at 𝗝𝗮𝗲𝗵𝘆𝘂𝗻—his head down, fists clenched.
Kang Youngil
“Give him his clothes,” 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘭 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘋𝘶𝘩𝘰
Kim Hyeonbin
“Or what?” 𝘏𝘺𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘣𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘦𝘥.
Kwon Joon
“You gonna cry or something?” 𝘑𝘰𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘥.
𝗗𝘂𝗵𝗼 leaned back in his chair, a smirk playing on his lips.
Kam Duho
"Sure… it’s in the trash,"
𝘏𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥, 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳.
𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗶𝗹’𝘀 eyes locked on him, the sound of their laughter turning into a dull roar in her head.
Her hands curled into fists until her knuckles turned white.
Without a word, 𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗶𝗹 walked over, grabbed the nearest 𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙤𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 from someone’s desk, and 𝘴𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 it right in 𝗗𝘂𝗵𝗼’𝘀 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦.
The laughter died instantly. The classroom fell into a stunned silence—even 𝗝𝗮𝗲𝗵𝘆𝘂𝗻’𝘀 eyes widened.
𝗝𝗶𝘆𝘂 shot to her feet, voice sharp like a whip.
Ki Jiyu
"Hey! How dare you, you crazy b*stard!"
She was ready to lunge, but 𝗠𝗶𝗿𝗮𝗲’𝘀 hand shot out, stopping her.
Kyung Mirae
"Jiyu, relax.."
𝗗𝘂𝗵𝗼 sat there, dripping, his jaw tight. He didn’t explode—not yet.
Slowly, he wiped his face with the back of his hand, eyes narrowing.
Kam Duho
"What is your… problem?" 𝘏𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘥, 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘰𝘭.
𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗶𝗹 didn’t answer. Instead, she glanced at 𝗝𝗮𝗲𝗵𝘆𝘂𝗻, walked straight over to him, grabbed his hand, and pulled him toward the door.
𝗝𝗮𝗲𝗵𝘆𝘂𝗻 yanked his hand away as soon as they were in the hallway. 𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗶𝗹 stopped, confused.
Kang Youngil
"What’s wrong?" 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘭 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘥.
𝗝𝗮𝗲𝗵𝘆𝘂𝗻 kept his head down.
Myung Jaehyun
"..Why did you do that?"
Kang Youngil
"What? Why? I was just… protecting you—"
Myung Jaehyun
"Protecting me?" 𝘏𝘦 𝘤𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘯, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘵.
Kang Youngil
"Uhm.. no, I mean… yes—You’re my friend, so… friends should protect each other, right?"
𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘧𝘧, 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘬.
Myung Jaehyun
"Friends?" 𝘏𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥, 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘢𝘻𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘭.
𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘭 𝘨𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭, 𝘢𝘸𝘬𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦.
Myung Jaehyun
𝘑𝘢𝘦𝘩𝘺𝘶𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯.
"Don’t do that again," 𝘏𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵𝘭𝘺, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥.
𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗶𝗹 stood there, watching him leave. Her chest felt heavier than before, but she forced a small exhale.
The classroom was quiet after most students left. Only the 𝙆 𝙜𝙖𝙣𝙜 stayed behind.
𝗝𝗶𝘆𝘂 sat next to 𝗗𝘂𝗵𝗼, carefully patting his wet shirt dry.
Ki Jiyu
"Are you okay? Ugh, that jerk," 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥.
Kyung Mirae
"She's out of her mind…" 𝘔𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘦 𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯.
𝗝𝗼𝗼𝗻 leaned back in his chair, eyeing 𝗗𝘂𝗵𝗼.
Kwon Joon
"Hey, Duho. Do you have a plan?"
The room went still. All of them turned to 𝗗𝘂𝗵𝗼. He didn’t speak for a few seconds, his eyes lowered. Then—
A slow grin spread across each of their faces. They didn’t ask for details. They didn’t need to.
Teacher Park
"Alright students. If I call your name, say 'Here',
𝘛𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘗𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥, 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵.
𝗗𝘂𝗵𝗼 didn't say anything. 𝗧𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗣𝗮𝗿𝗸 looked up and sighed.
Another sigh from 𝗧𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗣𝗮𝗿𝗸.
Kwon Joon
𝘠𝘢𝘸𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨
"Heree…"
𝗧𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗣𝗮𝗿𝗸 shook his head and just moved on.
Teacher Park
"Alright, those whose names were called, stand on my left. If your name wasn’t called, stand on my right,"
𝘛𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘗𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥.
The students shuffled to their spots, some moving slower than others.
Teacher Park
"So students. We’re playing dodgeball today,"
𝘛𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘗𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘥.
Kyung Mirae
"Dodgeball? Seriously?" 𝘔𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘥.
A few students cheered, while others looked nervous.
Kang Youngil
"Teacher, why didn’t some of our names get called?"
𝗧𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗣𝗮𝗿𝗸 started to answer
Kim Hyeonbin
"Let me guess—those whose names weren’t called have to dodge the ball?"
𝘏𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘯.
𝗧𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗣𝗮𝗿𝗸 paused, then nodded.
Teacher Park
"That’s right. Those whose names I called will throw. The rest will dodge."
The left side lit up with excitement, especially the 𝙆 𝙜𝙖𝙣𝙜. On the right side, some looked worried.
𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗶𝗹 stood still for a moment, then turned her head toward 𝗗𝘂𝗵𝗼. His gaze locked onto her. He didn’t blink, didn’t smile—until suddenly, he smirked.
𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗶𝗹 clenched her fist, staring right back at him.
𝗧𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗣𝗮𝗿𝗸 blew the whistle.
Teacher Park
"And… start!"
The left side—those throwing—immediately launched balls into the air. Laughter mixed with shouts as the game began. Some students dodged with ease, others were clumsy and worried.
𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗶𝗹 stayed light on her feet, weaving between the flying balls. But then she noticed—where was 𝗝𝗮𝗲𝗵𝘆𝘂𝗻?
Her eyes scanned the court. There—standing in the middle, motionless, like the game wasn’t even happening.
Ahead of 𝗝𝗮𝗲𝗵𝘆𝘂𝗻, 𝗝𝗼𝗼𝗻 grinned and drew his arm back, ready to throw. 𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗶𝗹’𝘀 heart skipped.
In one quick motion, 𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗶𝗹 grabbed 𝗝𝗮𝗲𝗵𝘆𝘂𝗻’𝘀 hand and yanked him toward her. 𝗝𝗼𝗼𝗻’𝘀 throw 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥.
Kang Youngil
"Focus," 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘭 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘑𝘢𝘦𝘩𝘺𝘶𝘯 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘮𝘭𝘺.
𝗝𝗮𝗲𝗵𝘆𝘂𝗻 blinked, surprised. But he didn’t move much.
When he just stood there again, 𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗶𝗹 took his hand a second time and pulled him behind her.
Kang Youngil
"Don’t just stand there. Stay behind me and follow where I go. I’ll 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵 you," 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥.
He 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 it again. He didn’t reply. Didn’t even seem to listen.
Across the court, 𝗗𝘂𝗵𝗼 had a ball in his hand, eyes scanning for a target.
His gaze stopped on 𝗝𝗮𝗲𝗵𝘆𝘂𝗻—the easiest prey. He noticed how 𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗶𝗹 was split between dodging balls and keeping 𝗝𝗮𝗲𝗵𝘆𝘂𝗻 safe.
When 𝗝𝗮𝗲𝗵𝘆𝘂𝗻 wandered away from 𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗶𝗹 side again, 𝗗𝘂𝗵𝗼 smirked.
Kang Youngil
"Jaehyun, are you listening? Jaehyun?"
𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘭 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥, 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘮.
He was exposed, right in 𝗗𝘂𝗵𝗼’𝘀 line of sight.
Kang Youngil
"No!" 𝘏𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥.
𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗶𝗹 dashed forward, stepping in front of 𝗝𝗮𝗲𝗵𝘆𝘂𝗻 just as the ball slammed into her back.
Kang Youngil
"Wow… that hit…" 𝘏𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥.
The impact sharp and heavy. Sweat stung her eyes. Her knees wavered—and then she toppled forward onto 𝗝𝗮𝗲𝗵𝘆𝘂𝗻.
𝗧𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗣𝗮𝗿𝗸’𝘀 whistle shrilled.
Teacher Park
"Everyone, stop!"
The 𝙆 𝙜𝙖𝙣𝙜 looked at 𝗗𝘂𝗵𝗼, wide-eyed at the power in his throw. Even 𝗗𝘂𝗵𝗼 seemed a little surprised—but his face stayed unreadable.
𝗧𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗣𝗮𝗿𝗸 rushed over.
Teacher Park
"Are you okay, Youngil?"
𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗶𝗹 didn’t answer. Her eyes stayed on 𝗝𝗮𝗲𝗵𝘆𝘂𝗻 for just a moment—no, not long, but enough to notice something in his face.
Teacher Park
"Youngil!" 𝘛𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘗𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦.
𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗶𝗹 blinked, shaking her head and sat up.
Teacher Park
"Are you okay?"
Kang Youngil
"Me? Oh—yeah, totally fine.. no— not fine. The hit was 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥 though…"
𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥, 𝘳𝘶𝘣𝘣𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘑𝘢𝘦𝘩𝘺𝘶𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘛𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘗𝘢𝘳𝘬.
Teacher Park
"Duho…" 𝘛𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘗𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘮𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩.
Teacher Park
𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘳, "Youngil, you should go to the infirmary."
Teacher Park
"Because you’re not fine!"
Kang Youngil
"No, I don’t want to! I am fine!"
𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥, 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯.
Teacher Park
"You just said you weren’t fine earlier…" 𝘛𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘗𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘦𝘥.
Teacher Park
"Never mind. Let’s continue!"
𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗶𝗹 sat in silence, watching 𝗝𝗮𝗲𝗵𝘆𝘂𝗻 dodge balls.
Her heart suddenly beat faster. She looked away, trying to calm it.
Kang Youngil
"What is wrong with me…"
𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘭 𝘮𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘢𝘺. 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘭 𝘬𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰—𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘥.
Their eyes met. She froze, then quickly looked at someone else, pretending to be busy.
But 𝗝𝗮𝗲𝗵𝘆𝘂𝗻 didn’t look away… not until a ball hit him softly and he was out.
As he walked over, 𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗶𝗹 caught herself smiling—just a small one.
He sat next to her. For a while, neither of them said anything. Then,
Myung Jaehyun
"...Earlier—"
𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗶𝗹 quickly covered his mouth with her hand.
Kang Youngil
"That was an accident. I got hit by a ball, that’s why I fell,"
𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥, 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘱 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮.
Slowly, she pulled her hand away, looking away from him.
The game on the court carried on like nothing happened, but 𝗗𝘂𝗵𝗼’𝘀 mind was somewhere else.
Even though he was standing there with the ball in his hands, he wasn’t really playing anymore.
His eyes kept drifting to 𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗶𝗹 and 𝗝𝗮𝗲𝗵𝘆𝘂𝗻, sitting side by side on the bench, talking quietly.
𝗗𝘂𝗵𝗼’𝘀 jaw tightened. Without warning, he tossed the ball toward 𝗝𝗶𝘆𝘂.
Kam Duho
“I’m done playing,”
𝘏𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘭𝘺, 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘵.
𝗝𝗶𝘆𝘂 caught the ball, startled.
Ki Jiyu
“Huh? What’s with him?” 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥.
But when she followed his line of sight, she saw exactly who 𝗗𝘂𝗵𝗼 had been looking at. Her expression darkened.
Ki Jiyu
“What the hell are they doing…?” 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧.
The bathroom was empty, quiet except for the faint hum of the lights.
𝗗𝘂𝗵𝗼 turned on the tap, splashing cold water onto his face.
Droplets ran down his jaw, but the heat in his chest didn’t go away.
He stared at his reflection in the mirror. The memory of 𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗶𝗹 throwing water at him earlier played in his head, sharp and clear.
The way she didn’t flinch. The way she walked out with 𝗝𝗮𝗲𝗵𝘆𝘂𝗻 without even looking back.
Then another memory came — 𝗝𝗼𝗼𝗻 asking if he had a plan.
He had said yes without thinking.
𝗗𝘂𝗵𝗼 gripped the edges of the sink. His lips twisted into something between a smirk and a scowl.
Kam Duho
“…She’s gonna regret that,”
𝘏𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩.
He shut off the tap, wiped his face with the back of his hand, and left the bathroom — his footsteps echoing like a warning.
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