When two broken souls meet how many more lives must be destroyed?
- You came to me only because there was no other option. You needed someone when all I needed was just you.
Schoolboy was running with all his might along the corridor, but it seemed that there was no place in this school where he could hide from the guy chasing him. They managed to run almost all over the building, and he was already beginning to feel like a rabbit, followed by a fox, but who was in no hurry to catch his victim, so as not to end this fun too soon. As a result, he ran into a dance room with glass walls. Not the best choice for hiding from a pursuer, but the body needed rest. He did not immediately notice the fragile girl in pointe shoes, who, upon seeing him, abruptly stopped her dance movements.
"Excuse me?" she said in a cold tone, arrogantly throwing up the tip of her nose. But the student did not have time to answer, as the predator finally led its prey to a dead end.
"Oh, I didn't know that there were such places in this hole," he grinned, slowly entering the door and looking around.
"I'll return everything, Haein-sunbae (1), I promise," the student answered, stuttering, and backed away, mentally hoping that in addition to dancing, this ballerina also possesses self-defense skills.
"You promised me this two weeks ago, you piece of shit," Haein shouted nervously and began to crack his knuckles, hoping to show the debtor that a promise is the worst way to pay.
"Boys, am I disturbing you by any chance?" The girl interjected, crossing her arms in displeasure.
"No," Haein shrugged before pouncing on the frightened boy.
He hoped that the girl would scream in fear and thereby attract at least someone's attention to his execution, but out of the corner of his eye he noticed how she exhaled tiredly and continued to warm up in front of the mirror. From the blows, he was already ready to lose consciousness and could not help but think that this girl simply did not give a damn about the fact that someone was beaten to blood and broken teeth right in front of her eyes.
"Well, that's it, I hope you now understand what and how, okay?" Haein summed up, finally standing up from the guy. The schoolboy just nodded silently and limped out of the room, mentally promising himself never to mess with newcomers again.
"Are you planning to clean up after yourself?" The girl on tiptoes turned to Haein, who was trying to catch his breath and was already heading towards the door.
This question of hers amused him, and he looked at the ballerina with an appraising look. A slender figure in tight leggings and a tank top, a thin transparent skirt, an elegant stand and a pretty face. He recognized her.
"Jisoo, right?" he clarified, slowly moving closer, and any other girl in her place would have taken a step back at the sight of his bloodied fists and predatory gaze.
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But Jisoo only gave a short nod, raising an eyebrow in demand. She tried to remember what class this bully was from, but she had been too infrequently attending classes for the past six months due to her rehearsals to remember all the new ones.
