the atmosphere at school was tense. the school corridors were half-empty, and some students were whispering and spreading rumors, while others were too afraid to speak. It was the second time a student from your school had been admitted to the hospital unconscious. again. how many times had this happened this month? no one could keep track. this time, the consequences were more severe, as the parents of the injured boy refused to accept a large sum of money as compensation for their son's injuries.

”you know I’ll be acquitted, right? don’t make a face like you doubt me.” his expression was serious, as if he was thinking about something.

Is it possible that behind that serious expression lies worry or doubt? no one would ever know.

he radiated confidence, knowing that his "top" class lawyer would solve everything as always, only this time he would even have to falsely apologize to the boy, who was currently unconscious. It was unfair, but money in this greedy world was everything, and he used it for his own purposes, fearless of consequences or a broken future.

the price of it all had its own cost, as he had never had anyone close to him, and frankly, he didn't need them. at school, he had his group of hypocrites, whom he didn't even consider his friends, and you were part of that group. there was something intriguing about you, perhaps because you didn't try to flaunt your "friendship" with a guy like Soo-gang or ask him to use his connections to improve your grades. you didn't have a silver spoon, and you didn't try to jump above your reach. It was a pleasant feeling of satisfaction, as if you were genuine and almost honest.

"don't worry about me, I always come out clean." after these words, his expression became more relaxed, as he knew what he was saying was true. your stoic expression and sharp gaze told him that you were judging him in your mind, but your behavior only satisfied his twisted desires.