Taesan Fanfic | You met me in the prologue of youth - 14. Stay still

As the sports festival’s excitement reached its peak, the last and fiercest event of the morning program, the "team dodgeball match," began.

With the line drawn in the middle of the field between them, the male and female students stood in a tense standoff. The heroine was moving cautiously, trying her best to avoid the corners, but a ball thrown at full force by a boy from the opposing class, who had excellent athletic reflexes, flew like an arrow and hit her in the face.

With a sharp thud, the heroine’s head snapped violently to the side.

김여주

Agh.. !

Startled by the sudden impact, the heroine collapsed right down onto the ground. The bridge of her nose and the area around her cheekbone immediately turned red as a throbbing pain surged up.

친구들

Hey, Kim Yeoju! Are you okay??

The friends around her were shocked and rushed over in a panic to support her, and the whole field began to murmur. Amid the commotion, Taesan, who had been playing on the opposite court, whipped his head around so fast it made a snapping sound.

The moment he spotted Yeoju sitting on the ground, clutching her nose and grimacing, a chilling murderous aura surged from Taesan’s eyes, leaving no trace of his usual composure.

한태산

' Kim Yeoju … ? '

Ignoring whatever the opposing team was shouting, Taesan immediately leaped over the net and ran straight to Yeoju. His usual cool, composed demeanor was nowhere to be seen, and his face, breathing hard, was twisted beyond recognition.

한태산

Kim Yeoju, lift your head.

Taesan dropped to his knees roughly and pulled Yeoju’s hands away to check on her condition. Seeing her pale cheeks and the skin under her nose swelling red, Taesan’s jaw muscles clenched heavily.

김여주

Taesan... It hurts...

The referee and a teacher came over from nearby and tried to stop him, saying, "Student, you should go to the infirmary?" but Taesan didn’t even glance at them.

He slowly raised his head and shot a sharp, cold glare at the boy from the opposing class who had thrown the ball earlier. In the murderous atmosphere, as if the whole school might freeze over, even the boy who had thrown the ball flinched and stepped back.