I didn’t make it far outside the cafeteria before Jun’s voice stopped me in my tracks.

“Hey,” he called out into the now empty hallway.

“What now?” I dragged out exasperatedly.

“Are you okay?” He asked in an uncharacteristically serious manner. It took me aback for a second there.

“Yeah, of course.” My eyebrows knitted together. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

It seems that even in his exhausted state Jun was a lot more perceptive than I gave him credit for because he said, “You’ve been avoiding Minghao like the plague, your right hand is double it’s size with the amount of bandaids on it, and despite that you haven’t touched anything with your left one all day.”

“I—I’m fine,” I stammered a bit, a bit stunned by his analysis.

“Oh really?” He asked and took a few steps closer to me, causing him to seriously violate the boundaries of my personal space bubble.

“Yes.” I barely got the word out before Jun’s hand wrapped itself around my left forearm and gave it a light squeeze. I literally screamed from the pain.

“OW. .” I breathed heavily. “Why the would you do that you good-for-nothing, ugly piece of washed up ocean trash?”

When my vision cleared I found that the look on Jun’s face had darkened significantly. “I’m going to kill him,” he hissed.

He turned around to, presumably, do just that. I practically threw myself at him to stop him.

“Don’t.” I latched onto his shirt sleeve.

“He hurt you, Mei.”

“Yes, but I provoked him.”

Jun scoffed. “How? Did you give him a command? Please. You’re neither that suicidal nor that stupid. The first thing you would’ve told him to do was to not hurt you.”

Although I was seriously reconsidering just how suicidal I actually was,