I just want to be a normal student! ⚔️

Chapter 71- To hunt, or to get hunted ⚔️

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Growing up with barely anyone by my side, I became convinced.

‘Ahh.. would no one also look for me if I die?’

With him, whom I barely refer to as ‘father’, it wouldn’t be strange if he were to stop contacting me one day, knowing I wouldn’t appreciate him keeping in touch anyway.

With my brother, who always refuses to take my calls unless I’m so persistent about it, would he also rather be glad that I’ll stop calling him, not knowing that I’m actually gone?

Perhaps, they would.

Or, perhaps, they wouldn’t.

But, regardless of all the outcomes, there is a fact that was deeply engraved within myself, whispering to me of something that I should never forget.

Kyle ‘Thames’.

Of the surname that I remained using, despite almost having gotten into an argument with my ‘family’ for it.

The name that kept reminding me to never dismiss my root.

To never hope for anything beyond this tragical fate that ‘Thames’ has brought to others and soon to the similar me.

That is why.

As an embodiment of ‘red’, ‘happiness’ is such an ambition that I could never wish for.

For me.

And, for us who will, sooner or later, eventually get hunted at one point in our lives.

Since that is going to be the case anyway, in the end, is there any means of living in this limited lifetime at all?

So, after thinking about it over and over, I have decisively come to a conclusion.

To hunt, or to get hunted.

That is, the one and only life option for an unerasable ‘red’ me.

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Covering his mouth, Kyle contentedly yawned as he slowly walked down the stairs.

For he who usually plays around and only come home late at night when he was living London, yesterday seemed to be the first time that he could properly have a good rest.

Well, the best thing was probably that, instead of the cup ramens that he had to sneakily make whenever he’s hungry at night, this time, he gets to have his stomach full with no other than the delicious kimbaps that his dongsaeng earnestly made.

‘If I knew he can make it so well like this, I wouldn’t refuse to eat when he first offered it to me...’

Slightly, Kyle looked as though he was dumbfounded at his previous action.

After all, if he were to accept it on the first try..

‘...wouldn’t it be the others who could not touch it, as my dongsaeng would save the entire portion solely for me? Ughhh!! How am I so stupid!!!’ 😫

Regretting his whole life’s decision, the man frustratingly facepalmed himself.

Truly, it was no wonder that Rok Soo called him stupid...

As several of him-blaming-himself sessions goes, eventually, Kyle arrived downstairs.

At that moment, another heart warming view entered his field of vision, momentarily causing a stir to his slightly aching heart.

There, at the kitchen, were a couple of figures who are no unfamiliar to him.

Waking up from who-knows-when, Deruth and Violan were diligently cooking a feast, right in the morning, despite it being a weekend.