62

SCHOOL WAS TORTURE. Well, more intense torture than normal.

Miyoung sat across the aisle, face worn, purposefully ignoring him. But at least she’d come back to class. Jihoon made note of her sallow skin and sweaty brow. It worried him. She’d told him gumiho couldn’t get sick. So what was making her look so pale?

Jihoon stewed over it as he walked back from the school store with Changwan, arms loaded with snacks. Then he stopped short, noticing Miyoung walking down the hall. She saw him, then swerved right, entering the girls’ restroom. Obviously avoiding him.

“She’s still ignoring you?” Changwan asked.

“What are you talking about?” Jihoon failed miserably at playing dumb.

“Everyone knows.” Changwan shrugged. “There’s a bet about when she’ll break up with you.”<