Vol 2. Chapter 18: Water Dumpling and the Practice Machine (3)
That night, Kim Sunghyun lay on the goshiwon bed, unable to fall asleep.
“Ah, damn it. Seriously, damn it.”
He kept kicking the blanket in frustration as thoughts spun endlessly in his head. Rolling over the dusty mattress, half-cleaning the room with his body, Kim Sunghyun took a deep breath, trying to calm himself.
‘I know. It’s not my fault.’
Rather than toss and turn with this strange anxiety, he wanted to go to Daepaseong and move his body instead.
He jumped up, packed his things, and left the goshiwon. He placed his duffel bag on the motorcycle seat in front and pulled his helmet down tightly.
‘I know it’s not my fault, but still...’
...Still.
Despite his tangled thoughts, the motorcycle faithfully carried him to the front of Daepaseong. Just as he turned the handle to park, something pale flickered in the sharp beam of his headlight.
It looked almost like... a ghost.
“—Kim Sunghyun.”
“Uwaaaah!!!”