Chapter 65: Traces
Son Suhyeon walked briskly down the hallway.
He wasn’t heading to the library, the classroom, or the sports field, but rather toward the 1st Year, Class 8 room on the fourth floor. As he strode purposefully past, the first-years watched him with subtle glances, flattening themselves against the walls to get out of his way.
Sure, it could be just a third-year running an errand. Or maybe he was just looking for someone. If they didn’t think too much of it, it was nothing. But Son Suhyeon’s overwhelming presence—one that seemed to radiate a quiet hostility—naturally drew attention and made people shrink back.
With his glasses and neatly worn uniform, he looked like a forgettable model student. But his tall build and intimidating face gave him the appearance of someone marching off to beat someone senseless.
Unaware of all the stares, Son Suhyeon walked on, face drawn tight with tension.
‘I hope he’s in the classroom.’
He tried to steady his pounding heart. The one making it race—making him this nervous—was none other than Ha Giyeon. Suhyeon recalled the last time he had seen him.
After seeing Ha Giyeon limping across the field on his way to the nurse’s office, Son Suhyeon had faked being sick and left class to follow.
He wasn’t even in pain. He didn’t know why he was going, or what he wanted to say to Giyeon. Even as he walked, he questioned himself. But still, he didn’t stop. Because, for now, he just wanted to see him.
But what he encountered was Choi Mujin leaving the nurse’s office. After Mujin hurried out, [N O V E L I G H T] Giyeon came out shortly afterward.
‘Why was Choi Mujin in there?’
Suhyeon frowned instinctively, and his brows furrowed even deeper when he saw Giyeon coming out with his leg wrapped in bandages.