Chapter 10

                                    

                                          
It's been another day, and my mind was still stuck on the day we met Iseul in the canteen. 
I couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to it than met the eye. 
Despite my attempts to ignore it, I still hear them around, everywhere. In fact, since I tried to ignore it, it feels like the mouths that spoke of those rumors were now doubled.
Two days ago when Jae-eun made it look less of a deal, I was sure that's how it is. 
Ji-yo has shared plenty of rumors with me, all of them were laughed off or didn't grab my interest at all so why this one? 
Is it because it's about students dying and not some random dating rumors? No. 
It's The way Iseul said it, how convincing she sounded as if there was more to the information that nobody else was privy to. It wasn't the rumor that piqued my curiosity but the certainty in Iseul’s tone. 
I've been thinking about the previous year’s vice president too. Iseul said that she escaped the killer. So Where is she now? Does she know that her name is being involved in such things? 
The laptop on my lap makes loud click-click noises in the silence of twelve am as I type. 
A sudden cold breeze entered the room through the slightly opened window. I shiver involuntarily, my legs feeling The chill thanks to the choice of my attire. I should have worn something warmer but the shorts and tshirt looked more comfortable after the long day. I lean over the window every now and then, Peeking through the slight opening. 
The alley way is empty, and I don't see my mother's familiar silhouette, so I put my focus on the laptop again. 
If she were to see me using dohyun’s—my older brother’s laptop, her reaction wouldn't be pleasing. 
Her coping with my dead father and brother is to not touch any stuff they left behind, not to talk about them too, which leaves no topic to talk with her at all.
I don't wish to go against her but my phone died at the wrong time. When there are thousands of concerns in my mind, this one being the most intriguing. 
I type ‘han suho’ on the keyboard. 
He used to be a member of the student council the previous year. He was sports incharge, as far as I remember. 
The screen blinks in all similar searches, I scroll down my cursor through all kinds of accounts. It's not difficult to find them if half of the school follows. I know he was popular for his looks but for his warm personality as well. With Just a little scrolling it should be there. 
I clicked on the profile with a familiar face, his sharp features radiating through my screen, the picture was taken outside, under the sun. He's mid-way wearing his cap, probably to calm the messily swaying hair. I scroll on his profile, his posts are mostly about his friends, the skies and animals. He looks outgoing and smiley, in all of it. 
Next, according to my plan, I open the chat and sit contemplating what to type. I'm not sure how to start the conversation, the flutter I feel in my stomach can either be because of nervousness or because I'm hungry. 
‘Hey! Moon da-hee this side. I'm hoping you remember?’
I press the send button, regretting it the very moment. 
What if he doesn't remember? 
The last time we interacted was because he was told to select students for a running fair and since jae-eun wasn't one of the participants, I won the first prize. 
I've interacted with him way more often than he's likely to remember. Like when I lost the basketball match and he consoled me as a senior, saying I still was the best. Or before, when both of us were assigned to clean the hallroom for an upcoming event, jae-eun was there too, sulking the whole time, probably wanting to leave but suho kept our company by making silly jokes and keeping the conversation interesting.