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The next morning, Lee Chae’s entire routine had been thrown off from the start. He entered the lecture hall in a foul mood, ready to unleash hell on whoever dared mess with him today—lunatic or not.
Every time the door opened, he glanced over. Haejin never appeared.
Of course. I was an idiot for believing that “credits matter” bullshit.
No one spouting nonsense beside him—problems solved themselves. He finished the last question with plenty of time left before his shift. Planning to stop home and rest, he hurried out—and spotted a familiar face.
Jae-hyung.
“Hyung-su-niiim! Q-Quick, it’s urgent…!”
“…H-Hyung-su-nim?”
The awful nickname instantly soured his mood, but Jae-hyung looked deadly serious and panicked.
“It’s not the time for that—if you’re done with the exam, please come to Legion right now…”
“Why the hell would I go there? If someone has business with me, tell them to come themselves.”
Jae-hyung clutched his chest in frustration.
“He literally can’t come!”
“Oh? The precious S-class broke a leg or something?”
“How did you know?! Can you scout too?!”
“…”
Lee Chae’s steps froze.
The guy who’d been perfectly fine and clingy yesterday suddenly had a broken leg?
“But actually… it’s not completely broken. Just injured. He can’t walk well. You know how hyung refuses guiding, right? Medicine takes forever, and that delays hunting… The others are in the middle of a fight right now, and hyung’s condition is serious…”
Lee Chae didn’t hear the rest.
He turned and sprinted toward Legion.
No time for rational thought. Only two words registered: hunting and Haejin’s leg is injured.
While treating espers at the cleanup crew, he and Yeo-jun had discussed the recent mutated intangibles: They could deal fatal blows if they went all out, but instead they tortured espers with repeated weak attacks.
Yeo-jun’s theory was that they toyed with lower-ranks because they were easy.
Lee Chae had agreed.
But Haejin was S-class.
If something dared to actually injure an S-class ranged attacker, who knows what it did when it realized the rank difference.
Stupid idiot, if you’re hurt just get guided! Your mom’s literally an S-class guide!
This feeling wasn’t pity. It was purely humanitarian concern learned from Yeo-jun’s noble heart that worried for all espers. Definitely not worry for a lunatic.
He arrived at Legion breathless, heart about to explode.
Jae-hyung, arriving late, shouted at the entrance:
“Hyung-su-nim is here! Hyung is saved!”
Following Jae-hyung inside, Lee Chae saw Haejin looking half-dead, one leg dramatically propped on a pillow.
“Lee Chae-ya…”
The way he called his name was heartbreaking—like they’d been separated for ten years.
Lee Chae sighed and sat by the leg to examine the wound.
As if on cue, Jae-hyung slipped out and closed the door.
“I thought I was gonna die without seeing our Lee Chae’s face…”
“Your mouth’s perfectly fine?”
“…It’s not my throat that’s hurt.”
Lee Chae snapped, but his eyes never left the leg.
He’d been dragged here in a panic expecting critical condition—what he found was barely a scratch.
For a normal person it would’ve been serious, but for an S-class with beast-level self-healing, it was a graze.
“All that dramatic posing and you’re dying from this?”
“Ugh… I’m actually very fragile.”
Droopy eyes, pouty lips—pathetic and annoying.
Lee Chae debated whether to guide or not.
Then Haejin spoke first.
“Guide teacher, during guiding, do you only touch the wound? It’s my first real contact guiding with you, so I’m not sure. Last time it felt like… full-body contact.”
The blatant ulterior motive made Lee Chae snort.
If you’re going to scheme, at least do it well. So transparently shameless—it was very Cha Haejin.
Lee Chae put on a serious face, took out his portable pad from his bag, and unfolded it conspicuously.
Haejin’s face instantly fell.
“Lucky I always carry a portable pad. You’re in luck, Cha Haejin.”
“…F*ck.”
“What was that?”
“Nothing? I would never swear. The fact that Guide Jung Lee Chae is personally guiding me…”
Pure elementary-school brain.
Lee Chae snickered despite the sarcasm.
“Straighten your leg. The wound isn’t deep—will be quick. And you’re S-class; you could’ve dodged this entirely?”
“…”
No answer; Haejin lowered the leg from the pillow.
Lee Chae placed the pad on the wound and focused.
A stronger force than usual surged from his fingertips.
He flinched.
What the—?
Energy swirled through his body and rushed into the wound.
The injury visibly healed at a ridiculous speed.
He removed the pad and hovered his bare hand near the wound.
A spark—like static shock—made him yank back, then slowly approach again.
Skin tingled; his hand burned.
“Hnn… ah.”
A genuine moan escaped Haejin’s lips—not acting.
Chills ran down Lee Chae’s spine; cold sweat broke out.
Heat rose from his toes, dizzying.
He pressed from fingertips to palm along the leg.
Blood circulated rapidly.
It felt like the guiding practice room all over again.
Pouring out energy wasn’t tiring at all.
The moment it left, it refilled—like ecstasy that made him want to die happy.
Light exploded behind his eyes, stomach tickled, electric currents from toes to crown.
Unconsciously, his hand crept upward—firm thigh, abdomen, chest.
Haejin let out a hot breath.
“Haa.”
Lee Chae had braced for some trick, but Haejin just lay there obediently.
Must be the S-class thing—last time too, he took guiding so well.
Gradually his heartbeat slowed, the current faded, blood flowed normally.
Only then did Lee Chae slowly lift his hand and look.
The wound was completely gone.
“…”
“…”
They stared at each other in silence.
Words weren’t needed; everything was understood.
“Contact…”
“Thanks to…”
They spoke at the same time and stopped at the same time.
Silence again.
Haejin’s burning gaze suffocated him.
Haejin broke it first.
“Thank you. Much better now. Must be because it’s you.”
He’d expected nonsense, but the normal response made Lee Chae’s heart race again.
“I have my shift—don’t get hurt, be careful.”
Haejin smiled gently and nodded.
His breathing was still rough enough to hear from here.
Lee Chae lowered his head before his face turned red.
“And… even if the surface looks healed, full recovery takes time, so no weird stuff today, rest… and no hunting.”
He rattled off aftercare instructions and fled the room.
His heart pounded the whole way, scared Haejin would follow.
Thankfully, he didn’t.
Lee Chae arrived at the cleanup crew still feeling like he’d forgotten to check something important.
If a monster strong enough to wound a ranged S-class had appeared, both school and cleanup crew should be on emergency alert.
Yet school was quiet, and work was slower than yesterday.
Was there even a fight?
He briefly suspected, but while Haejin might lie, he didn’t think the entire team would.
Sometimes headquarters hid large battles to prevent panic—probably that.
But a ranged S-class getting injured that badly still doesn’t add up…
Doubt wouldn’t leave.
He tried to recall the wound.
But all that came to mind was his own burning face during guiding and Haejin’s unexpectedly docile behavior.
“Aren’t you going to guide? Planning to get paid for breathing?”
A rude voice snapped him awake.
An esper stood right in front of the bed.
“Ah—yes, lie down.”
The guy deliberately bumped Lee Chae’s shoulder as he climbed onto the bed.
He could’ve lain against the wall, but chose the edge—so their bodies kept brushing.
Ugh, another asshole.
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