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THE NEXT DAY, Y/N L/N WAS ON A WARPATH, and it showed. She didn't just ignore people—she erased them from existence in her mind. Her stormy mood, courtesy of last night's whirlwind of emotions, consumed her entirely. Anger boiled in her veins—anger at Kwon for being... well, Kwon. But more than that, she was furious at herself for feeling that way, especially after learning about his life. She knew it wasn't fair, and she didn't own him. Yet the thought of him with Yoo-mi, of all people, drove her insane. That girl was a manipulative bitch, a horrible human and a victim-playing bully!
By the time chemistry rolled around, y/n's teeth were working overtime on a piece of gum as she glared daggers at them. Kwon and Yoo-mi sat together, her hand brushing his cheek in that insufferably smug way as she shot the girl a side-eye for reasons unknown. y/n's jaw tightened with each glance in their direction. Her breaking point came when the teacher began dozing off during the lecture. With surgical precision, she launched a spit wad that hit his temple. The startled teacher woke with a loud snort, eliciting a few stifled chuckles from classmates. y/n didn't care—her focus was entirely on not leaping over desks and launching herself at Yoo-mi.
For the rest of the day, she let out her frustrations on the mat. At the dojang, her strikes echoed in the air, vicious and unrelenting. She pounded the punching bag until her knuckles cracked, elbowed the wooden dummy with enough force to splinter the varnish, and even practiced Wing Chun forms she typically avoided like the plague. Sweat poured down her face, but she didn't stop. Violence felt like the only outlet that wouldn't land her in detention—or worse.
"Yo, what's got her so riled up?" Yoon muttered to Kwon when the group of boys who huddled near the side took a small break for water after Sensei Kim left the room to attend to a call. As they watched the destruction unfold, some of them were captivated by her deadly moves, while some rattled by her sudden aggression.
"How the hell should I know? Probably her period or something," Kwon replied with a dismissive shrug. His tone was sharp, masking the fact that he'd spent an hour waiting for the girl in the library, only for her to ghost him. Not that he was texting her back either. If she was pissed, so was he, and he was certain the fault lay entirely with her this time.
"Yeah, no. My girlfriend said assuming that stuff is disrespectful," Lee chimed in, his eyes wide as y/n drove her knee into the bag with ferocity.
"Then what's her problem?" Park frowned. "She's about to murder that dummy. Look at her—elbows, knees, freaking shoulders? She's like a berserker."
