POISONED YOUTH: TWISTED

CHAPTER 27

"Where are you?"

Yeoreum had barely made it a few steps away from the university building when Haechan's voice suddenly echoed through her mind.

She stopped in the middle of the walkway, blinking.

"Uh... are you talking to me?"

"Who else?"

She rolled her eyes at his obvious answer and continued toward the ice cream bus parked near the university gates.

"Buying ice cream."

"Forget it. The boys want you here."

Yeoreum looked down at the ice cream she had just paid for.

"But I already paid."

A sigh echoed through their connection.

She giggled quietly before thanking the vendor and taking the cup from him.

"Should I go there now?"

"I told you to forget it."

Yeoreum nearly jumped out of her skin.

She spun around.

Haechan stood right behind her, motorcycle parked beside him and a set of keys dangling loosely from his fingers. He looked as calm as ever, as if he hadn't just appeared out of nowhere.

"When did you arrive?"

"Just now."

He reached for one of the helmets and handed it to her.

Yeoreum stared at it before looking down at the ice cream in her hand.

"Uh... but I still have to eat this."

"There are plenty at the house."

"But it's going to waste." She frowned. "And I'm still going back inside."

Haechan's eyebrows knitted together. "Why?"

"The teacher only gave us a fifteen-minute break. We still have thirty minutes before dismissal."

Haechan groaned. He ran a hand through his hair and muttered a curse under his breath.

Why the hell had he come so quickly?

Yeoreum noticed his expression and smiled apologetically.

"Sorry, Hyuck. I didn't even know you'd pick me up."

"It was supposed to be a surprise," he mumbled.

"What is?"

Haechan's eyes widened slightly. "Huh? Ah... nothing. Go ahead."

"Okay, but what about you?"

"What else?"

Yeoreum suddenly held her ice cream out toward him. "Here. You get it."