Hyejeong’s POV

This was undoubtedly a mystery, and one that aches, that tears, that withers my heart day by day, and second by second.

I had to find out exactly why Seolhyun is behaving like that.

But more importantly, I had to find out why I was feeling like this in the first place. Sure, I was a naturally curious person, and sure I was one who had to find out the solution to something that piqued by interest.

And yet this felt different—as if I had some sort of commitment, some sort of duty, to Seolhyun, as if what she is facing right now is her soul out, and that it was only me who could step in to save her.

But why do I feel this way? It can’t be because I like her—that is too preposterous. I was always a playboy (playgirl?), and generally dated a girl only long enough for me to be ually satisfied with her. Yet this was different—I had already more than my fair share of good with Seolhyun, and yet my passion for her remains strong.

But more importantly, I’m starting to feel this innate connection to her—that I really just wanted to interact, to talk to her, for the whole day. That’s why I feel let down, even despairing, when she chooses not to talk in class, or when she flinches when I touch her shoulder while we are laughing together—I feel this desire, this urge, this connection to touch her, to talk to her, to flash her my brightest smile, even though it’s not due to ual desire.

Do I like her?

I turned back to my computer, and continued working on my lesson plan. Even if I did, I have more important things to worry about now.

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It was Friday, which meant that I had class just before recess.

Today was the day that I will finally solve the Seolhyun mystery.

Before you get your hopes up, no, I did not choose to sacrifice relaxing in the staffroom for her out of love. It was purely out of a desire to ensure that no one suffered from the same fate as I did.

Just that.

As usual, the class streamed out orderly, and as usual Seolhyun stayed behind for awhile, ostensibly to finish her work, before leaving.

At times she glanced at me, her gaze evidently questioning my continued presence, the questioning that was too reticent to articulate.

Two can play this game, Kim Seolhyun.

Finally, after a quarter of our break had passed, she sighed (in defeat, I presumed), stood up, bowed slightly and left.

The second she walked out of class I speed packed my belongings and dashed out of class.

Which hallway did she choose to go by this time?

Screw it, just rely on your gut instinct.

I chose left,