Haeun's footsteps echoed down the hallway as she ran, her bag bouncing against her hip with each stride.
Why am I doing this?
The question pounded in her head with every step, but her legs kept moving anyway.
Why do I care?
Jaehwan had been unnecessarily harsh. Sure, Minho was arrogant and infuriating, but the things Jaehwan had said, calling him pathetic, nothing without his money, those words had cut deep. She had seen it in Minho's eyes, that flicker of something pained and vulnerable before the fury took over.
And she had felt... what? Sympathy? Concern?
Gosh, you're running crazy, Park Haeun.
Students pressed themselves against the walls as she rushed past, some whispering, others still holding up their phones from the fight. She ignored them all, her eyes scanning ahead for any sign of Minho's retreating figure.
There.
At the end of the corridor, near the exit that led to the east courtyard.
