After Doyun got kicked out, Ms. Keira clapped her hands once.
"Alright. Partner up. You're going to take turns testing the spells you've been studying. Basic only. I repeat—basic only," she said, eyes like ice daggers. "If I see anyone attempting anything higher-level, detention. No exceptions."Everyone started shifting around, trying to find someone they wouldn't mind getting hit by. Yejun sat up straighter, but before he could ask Asher or Jia, Ms. Keira's voice rang out again:
"Yejun. You'll be going last. With... you."She pointed at a kid near the front—the same one Doyun had nailed with a textbook just fifteen minutes ago. The poor dude was still rubbing his shoulder like it was dislocated.
Yejun blinked.
Nah. Ain't no way.
The kid glanced over his shoulder, eyes narrowing. Yejun offered a sheepish smile. The guy didn't return it.
Great. This is gonna be amazing..
One by one, pairs started practicing.
Sparks. Small gusts of wind. Glowing lights. Most of it was weak, barely enough to push a feather. But people were having fun—laughing when spells fizzled or missed.Jia accidentally knocked over a chair and screamed like she'd blown up the classroom.
Sera was trying to make her wand shoot out glitter and accidentally gave Jae a temporary mustache.
Even Owen got away with turning his partner's shoelaces into spaghetti.Yejun watched all of it with this weird buzz in his chest. Something about magic… it just felt right. It wasn't just fun. It was real. Like, he could feel it crawling under his skin, begging to be let out.
And when Ms. Keira finally called his name—
That buzz got louder.
"Yejun. You're up."
He stood, heart thumping. The kid he was partnered with rolled his eyes and stepped forward, still rubbing his shoulder like Yejun had personally assaulted him.
The class went quiet. Everyone lowkey wanted to see what Yejun would do.
He wasn't exactly the top student—but he had caused an explosion on Day One. So.
"Go ahead," Ms. Keira said, arms crossed.
Yejun nodded and stepped into position.
He knew the spell he was supposed to do.
"Motus minor" — a beginner-level force spell. Enough to nudge someone back a few steps, max. Super safe.
He aimed his wand.
Breathed in.
Focused.
Motus Minor.
But something felt weird.
Like—like the magic didn't stop when he said the words.
It built. Pressed down on his chest.
And when he let it go—
It exploded.
A gust of dark violet light slammed into the other kid's chest, launching him backwards like a ragdoll. He hit the wall hard, his head snapping back before he collapsed to the floor.
The room froze.
For a full second, nobody moved.
Then Jia screamed.
"Yejun, WHAT THE HELL—?!"
Ms. Keira sprinted across the room, wand already glowing as she knelt beside the kid. Her voice was sharp, calling for medical assistance. A few students ran out the room, probably to grab a nurse.
Yejun just stood there.
Frozen.
His wand was still warm in his hand. His heart was beating too fast. Too loud. And under the panic—under the holy shit what did I just do—there was something else.
A thrill.
Something sharp and cold that made his fingertips tingle.
That didn't feel like Motus Minor.
That felt like something else entirely.
He didn't mean to. He thought he did it right.
But deep down, a part of him… liked it.
That power.
That force.
Ms. Keira stood up slowly, her face unreadable.
"Class dismissed. Yejun—stay."
Yejun didn't even flinch.
He couldn't. His eyes were still locked on the spot where the kid had fallen.
That kid might actually be going to the hospital.
And all he could think was—
What the hell was that spell?
Ms. Keira had to leave the classroom to help the injured kid out. Yejun was now left alone.
Or so he thought.
Standing silently in the doorway was Doyun, arms crossed, expression unreadable as he stared straight at Yejun. Without warning, he walked into the room.
"Hm," Doyun hummed, stopping a few feet away. "Wouldn't expect you to do that. Which spell was that?"
Yejun blinked, startled. Oh, hell no. What's Doyun doing now?
"I don't know," Yejun said flatly. It was true—he had no idea what spell that was.
Doyun raised an eyebrow as if trying to get the truth out of Yejun "Pfft. A random spell?"
Yejun nodded once, slowly.
"Well, honestly, you're lucky that kid's still alive," Doyun said—and then he just left. No snark, no insult, no sarcastic comment.
Just silence, just Yejun and his thoughts left alone.
Yejun stood there, his heart still racing. The feeling from earlier was creeping back in—the moment the spell had flown from his fingertips, the power buzzing in his veins…
It felt good. Like he had control for once.
A small, involuntary smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.
Shit. Why was he smiling?
Right then, Ms. Keira returned, adjusting her glasses as she entered the room.
"Well, Yejun. You've got some explaining to do."
He opened his mouth to say something, to defend himself, to explain. But what came out was a slow, careless: "Meh, I don't know?"
Ms. Keira sighed, clearly tired. "Listen, Yejun. I... I can't just let this go. That spell was pretty serious."
She paused, studying him.
"...Where did you even learn that spell? It's rare—barely anyone knows it."
Yejun froze. What was that supposed to mean?
She must've noticed the shift in his face, because her tone softened. "Well, if you really don't know... I guess that's okay."
Then her voice snapped back into teacher mode. "Also, detention. For the rest of the month."
Detention?! A whole month?! It was literally the first week!
"...'Kay. Bye, Miss."
He grabbed his bag and dipped. Ms. Keira watched him leave, the weight of uncertainty heavy in her eyes.
Yejun's next class was Transfiguration. Yeah, no thanks.
Instead, he ducked into the bathroom, the chill of the magical school tile under his shoes. He pulled out his phone—still no signal. This world really said no to this shit. And yet... somehow Doyun always had his phone working?
Every time Yejun looked over at him, he was on it. Typing. Scrolling. Doing something.
Hella sus.
Yejun dropped his bag and pulled out his sketchbook instead. Damn, it'd been weeks since he touched it. Too much chaos lately. He flipped to a fresh page and started brainstorming. Eventually, his hand began sketching a skateboard.His skateboard.Back in the normal world, he used to skate every day after school with his buddies. Hitting the skatepark, trying new tricks, falling and laughing and racing sunsets. He missed it.
He missed home.
But deep down... something inside him knew. That world wasn't his anymore.
Time passed. He didn't know how long he'd been sitting there, lost in thought, until the giant bell rang overhead.
Lunch time
Yejun slung his bag over his shoulder and headed to the dining hall, hoping to see Asher, Sera, Jia, or even Jae. He had to clear up the whole spell thing somehow—make them understand it was a mistake.
But when he walked in... the entire room was staring.
Not glancing.
Staring.
He'd always gotten side-eyes, whispers. But this? Oh, now people were full-on whisper-yelling, eyes locked on him like he was some kind of cursed legend.
A few bold kids even approached, asking questions, until—
"Yoooo!"
Hana suddenly swung her arm around his shoulder, yanking him toward their usual table like a rescue mission.
When they sat, he saw Asher, Rae, and—yup—Doyun already chilling there.
As soon as they saw him, it was like a bomb dropped.
"Asdfhgh wait, Yejun, what happened to Addams?" Asher asked, eyes wide.
Ah. Addams. So that was the kid's name.
"Well... uh, not much?" Yejun offered.
They all stared.
Owen burst into laughter. "Pfft. Not much?" he cackled.
Hana leaned in. "Yeah, I heard it was, like, super powerful."
And of course Rae had to add, "You should teach us!"
The group erupted in chaotic cheers like they'd just won the lottery. Owen dabbed Rae up, but—as always—they awkwardly shifted when their hands touched. Rae cleared his throat immediately.
Weirdos.
"Wait... why were we even cheering?" Owen asked mid-chew.
"For once, I agree with your dumbass," Hana replied, squinting at him.
Eventually, they stopped talking about it, letting Yejun eat in peace for like—five whole minutes.
Then Owen gasped. "WAIT A SECOND. That kid—Addams—that's the same kid Doyun threw a book at!"
Yejun blinked. Owen was right.
Doyun shrugged. "Well, he deserved it. As much as I despise you, Yejun, you should've hit him harder."
Yejun deadass didn't know if that was a compliment or threat. Probably both.
After lunch was study period. Then Potions. He dragged himself to the library, craving silence.
But there, sitting alone at a table, was a familiar figure.
Nari.
He actually didn't mind seeing her. Nari was one of the nice ones.
He walked up, waving. "Hey, Nari!"
She looked up and nodded... but something was off.
Usually, she was smiling, bright-eyed. But now? She looked pale. Stiff. Her eyes were locked on the pages of a book, unfocused.
At first, Yejun thought maybe she was mad at him—maybe about the whole spell incident. But then he noticed her expression.
It wasn't anger.
It was terror.
"Hey... Nari? Are you okay?"
She looked up again, lips pressed together. For a moment, she didn't speak.
Then quietly, she said:
"Yejun... I'm scared."
Her voice trembled.
She looked back down, letting her hair fall like a curtain across her face.
"I... I feel like they're watching me."
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