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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟎𝟏𝟐

𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐒 𝟐𝟓, 𝟑𝟕, 𝟑𝟖 𝐎𝐅 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐊 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐎 ★
I won't be including episodes 26-36

Gray sat at his desk in the cram school, surrounded by the buzz of students engrossed in their studies. Unlike the usual dynamic duo, F/N was conspicuously absent today, opting for a detour to the nearby park instead. Gray, absorbed in his work, couldn't be bothered to inquire about F/N's whereabouts, yet, he couldn't help but marvel at F/N's uncanny ability to slip past the watchful eyes of the cram school staff whenever he decided to tag along. The thought lingered in Gray's mind momentarily before he refocused on his task at hand.

Meanwhile, a girl a few seats behind Gray couldn't help but steal glances at him. Her gaze was filled with a mix of curiosity and intrigue as she observed his unwavering dedication to his work. Her chin rested delicately in her hand as she contemplated his absence from class the previous day.

A flicker of concern danced in her eyes as she wondered, "Did something happen to him?"

As she continued to observe Gray, a rosy blush gradually crept onto her cheeks, betraying her own growing admiration. She delicately adjusted her glasses, hoping to conceal her sudden embarrassment. The girl's mind swirled with questions, each one leading her deeper into the enigma that was Gray. "Is there some untold story hidden beneath his calm exterior?" she pondered, her imagination running wild with possibilities. "And the way he carried himself that day..."

Her thoughts transported her back to the unforgettable moment when Gray fearlessly stood up to the notorious Helmet, an event that had sent shockwaves through the entire classroom. The memory replayed in her mind like a vivid scene from a movie—Gray's unwavering composure amidst the palpable fear that had gripped the room. It was a sight that both terrified and captivated her.

"What kind of situation could have prompted such a display of courage?" she thought, her fingers nervously readjusting her glasses once more. "I still don't understand. It was like watching a lone deer facing down a cunning hyena."

A shiver ran down her spine as she recalled the intensity of that moment. The girl couldn't deny the primal allure she had felt, a mixture of fear and fascination. It was an experience that had left an indelible mark on her memory, one that she struggled to comprehend fully.

"It was scary," she confessed. "But it was also... beautiful."

A wistful sigh escaped her lips, carrying with it a mixture of admiration and longing. In that fleeting instant, she glimpsed a different side of Gray—a strength and resilience that ignited a spark within her own heart.

Seated just a few seats away, Seaweed Hair couldn't tear his eyes away from Gray as well, a mixture of envy and resentment simmering within him. He leaned closer to his friend, his voice barely a whisper. "I managed to catch a glimpse of the student list. That bastard's name is Gray Yeon," he hissed, his tone laced with disdain.

In the wake of Helmet's departure, Seaweed Hair's mind raced, connecting the dots between Gray and the incident that had unfolded that fateful day. The pieces of the puzzle slowly fell into place, leaving him both intrigued and apprehensive.

That bastard is dangerous, he mused silently, his instincts honed from years of "street smarts" warning him of Gray's hidden depths. It's not just Helmet. Even Jimmy Bae's crew seemed to regard him with caution. Is Yoosun's standing at risk?

His friend shot him a sidelong glance, annoyance etched across his face. He knew all too well that Seaweed Hair had no actual connection to Yoosun, prompting him to question the basis of his friend's delusional thinking. "What are you even going on about?" his friend grumbled, clearly exasperated.