❝ 𝙾𝚑, 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚢 𝚋𝚘𝚢. ❞
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Phi Hanwool lets out a sigh as he exits the study group room after watching Gamin Yoon jump down from the broken window. Once again, that guy somehow manages to get on his nerves. But for now, he's satisfied with the 11th graders.

He walks upstairs, to the rooftop where he and Minhwan always hang out. It is recess time after all, maybe the dark blue haired guy is already there.

He opens the door with another sigh. Yesterday's walk was just tiring; he went to the police station and not even five seconds later, he was already walking out. What a waste of time.

That detective... he'll be a nuisance in the future.

Hanwool looks around, searching for his dark blue haired friend, but sees no one but him on the rooftop. 'He's not here?' He tilts his head to the side as he closes the door, the 'click' sound fills the silence curtly.

"Hm?" A voice hums from above--- and Hanwool immediately turns around on instinct. His eyes immediately lock with a familiar pair of dakr brown ones. "Oh, it's the pretty boy."

(Name)'s lips twitch into a smile, her chin rests on her palm as she sits on the bulkhead(?) of the rooftop with her leg crossed on the other. "How was your interrogation yesterday?" She asks, her eyes crescent as her smile widens.

Hanwool softens his wide eyes as he smirks at the sight of the amusing girl he met yesterday. "It's boring, to be honest, but I got away." He replies, letting out a long sigh.

The redhead jumps down and lands beside him smoothly, her hair sways softly by the wind that Hanwool can smell the scent of her shampoo.

"Lucky you," she comments. "But you look upset. Why?" She asks, raising an eyebrow as she tilts her head to the side. Feeling a tug on her hair, both of them just notice that a strand of her red hair stuck on the button of Hanwool's collar shirt.

"Wait, let me---" he mutters, his hands start to untangle her hair from his collar. "I got rejected from the study group. Maybe that's why I look upset."

He mutters his answer as he furrows his eyebrows. Her hair is stubborn.

"Unlucky you, then," she chuckles. "I have a junior that is always haunted by bad luck. You remind me of him," (Name) notices his struggle and tucks her hand inside her pocket before taking out a pocket knife. "I have a cutter, just cut it off."

She hands it to him, but he shakes his head. "No, it'll ruin your hair," Hanwool's gaze still on her hair that stuck on his collar. "Why is your hair so stubborn?" He sighs, starting to get annoyed.

(Name) is about to insist on him using the knife when she hears footsteps approaching the rooftop. She turns her head in the direction of the sound subconsciously, her forceful gesture pulls her hair and makes Hanwool stumble and loses his balance.

"Wait, don't move---"

"Wah---!"

Ma Minhwan opens the door of the rooftop. "Hanwool, guess what---" he cuts himself off when his eyes land on two figures on the ground.

Hanwool grunts, one of his hands on the side of (name)'s head supporting his weight from crushing down onto the girl under him, while the other is under her head, protecting it from the hard concrete. Meanwhile, (name) is laying on her back, her hands on his chest, maintaining the distance between them.

The strand of her hair that stuck on the button on his collar loosens, and falls back to her face.

"Ah, it falls out!" She exclaims in relief, oblivious of the pair of eyes watching them, and the effect of their position.

"Hanwool..." the said teen turns to the shocked Minhwan. "I didn't know you're the type to be so straightforward---"

"It's not like that, you fucker."

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Laughter fills the atmosphere on the rooftop, and Hanwool wants nothing more than to stuff Minhwan's mouth with his necktie.

"That's enough," he grumbles. "Shut up before I stuff your mouth with your damn bullets."

Minhwan doesn't stop, though, but his laughter slows down. He wipes the imaginary tears at the corner of his right eye as he inhales deeply.

"I was about to tell you about the new transfer student," he chuckles. "I didn't know you already met her." He finishes, before adding: "damn, I should've taken a picture of that scene." And Hanwool sends him a glare that threatens his life.

(Name) is long gone to her class, she excused herself before even explaining things to Minhwan, leaving Hanwool alone to handle the misunderstanding.

Her nonchalance and carefree attitude irritates him, to be honest. It's the first time he is treated that way.

Nevertheless, Hanwool has to admit that it feels nice talking to someone who is not afraid of him in ways other people do.

"She's more beautiful than I heard," Hanwool turns his gaze at the dark blue haired male. "That (name) girl. Asians really have a look," he comments.

"(Name)?" Hanwool raises an eyebrow as Minhwan gasps. "You met her two times already but you don't even know her name?!" He exclaims, before slumping his shoulders in defeat. "Oh to have such ignorance..."

Hanwool rolls his eyes at his friend's dramatic reaction. "We didn't have the chance to introduce ourselves," he sighs. "I doubt she even knows mine."

Minhwan raises an eyebrow but shrugs it off. "Anyways, do you remember what your father said?" He asks, his gaze avert to the sky.

Hanwool visibly frowns at the mention of his father. He wants to curse Minhwan for even mentioning that man, for referring to that devil as his father. But he just sighs, brushing the irritating feeling off his shoulder.

"Which one?" He mutters, rubbing the back of his head in annoyance. "He told me way too many things. You have to specify," he finishes.

Minhwan hums, trying to get a hold of the thing he wants to talk about. "Yesterday, I heard Ji Yunghyeon talked with that Goliath guy." Hanwool raises an eyebrow at this. "He said something about the ability users."

"...ability users?"

The dark blue haired male shakes his head. "Looks like you have no idea either," he slumps his shoulders. "I was interested because Ji Yunghyeon looked so serious talking about them. But since you don't know, I think it's not important enough to be bothered about."

Hanwool stares at him for a few moments before averting his gaze up to the sky, following Minhwan's gesture. His mind travels back to two years ago.

His father had once mentioned about ability users. He said the people who have supernatural abilities have started to act.

He brushed it off because he thought it was absurd, so he just forgot about it. That was the first and the last time Phi Yeonbaek ever mentioned about ability users in front of him.

But Ji Yunghyeon mentioned it again after two years. Are ability users really exist? Or are they mere fairytales?

He can only wonder.

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chapter one : end