When Kang Chan went into his room, he found another text message.

He was busy.

[I’ll arrive at the apartment at 8:30 pm. Are you still in a lot of pain? I can’t help but worry since you didn’t show up to school today.]

[Text me anytime you see this message.]

Wouldn’t it be more efficient to send everything she had to say in one message instead of sending multiple texts like this?

Kang Chan called the number.

- Chan!

“Where are you?”

- I’ll be there in about 5 minutes. How are you feeling?

“I’m okay now.”

- Can we meet?

What should I do? Kang Chan didn’t really want to move because of the pain in his side and his shoulder. But when Kim Mi-Young’s voice turned lifeless upon asking that last question, it reminded him of her crying in the athletics club room not too long ago.

“Sure. See you at the bench.”

- Okay. I’ll be there soon.

After ending the call, Kang Chan got an idea. He took twenty dollars with him from the drawer on his desk and went out to the living room.

“I’m going out to see Mi-Young. I’ll be back after,” said Kang Chan.

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