Hanging out with Kang Haejun was difficult. Hanging out with Kang Haejun during the school term? Absolute torment.

All the girls at school were obsessively vying for his attention, strolling by with their flirty smiles and little waves. As dense as the poor boy could be, the only thing he could do was smile and wave back. Beside him, Kim Sanha scoffed, too absorbed in his bowl of wakame soup to spare Haejun a glance. As if girls weren’t dying to get a piece of him, too. Why was that brat mocking him?

Even so, it wasn’t surprising. Having practically grown up with Sanha, Haejun was well-accustomed to his snarky attitude and smug mannerisms, especially when it came to outsmarting him. It usually ended in yelling matches and flying slaps. Father was practically a saint for putting up with them.

“Enough!” And with Juwon.

Haejun’s attention snapped to his little sister—or the closest thing he had to one. Yoon Juwon, barely five feet tall, was standing with her hands slammed on the table, her metal chopsticks and spoon rattling against the tray. {{user}} sat beside her, frowning. The sight made him uneasy. That wasn’t like her. Not like her at all.

“I can’t even eat in peace with those… those evil bees hovering around! Yah, do something,” Juwon demanded, but Haejun wasn’t listening. His eyes were locked on {{user}}.

A faint yellow bruise peeked out from her collarbone, just enough to make his eyebrows knit together. The clattering utensils and Juwon’s tantrum faded into the background.

“Are you okay?”