Hwang Hyunjin || Call My Name (Under Revision)

26. The way you used to be.

YEONA'S POV

I sat on my bed, the weight of the day finally catching up to me. I tossed my bag to the floor, not caring where it landed. It made a dull thud against the wood, but I barely noticed. My eyes were glued to the floor, to the soft sway of my feet, but my mind was nowhere near here.

Seungmin's words wouldn't stop echoing.

"Chan had him cornered. I heard yelling."
"He punched Hyunjin in the gut."
"He told him to stay away from you."

I tried to laugh it off earlier, even teased Seungmin a little to lighten the mood, but now, alone in my room, it didn't feel like something I could ignore anymore.

I let out a shaky breath.

Could it really be true?

No. Chan wouldn't do that.
He's... Chan. My friend. My comfort. The guy who's been with me through everything, who knows how I like my coffee, who never forgets to ask if I've eaten, who looks at me like I'm someone worth chasing. He's never even raised his voice around me. The idea of him throwing a punch? Of threatening someone—Hyunjin—because of me?

It didn't make sense. It didn't feel real.

I gripped the edge of my blanket tightly, like the act of holding something would keep me from unraveling.

But then again... why would Seungmin lie?

He isn't the type to stir drama. He's always been neutral—annoyingly observant, yes, but never malicious. And he looked so serious. That wasn't a look you fake. Not him.

So then... if he wasn't lying, that means...

Chan actually did it?
He punched Hyunjin? For me?

A sick feeling settled in my stomach.

I wanted to ask him. To text him. To call him and just say "Tell me it's not true." But then I remembered what Seungmin said right before I left the garden.

"Don't tell him I told you. Please."

He said it with this weird, urgent tone. Like telling Chan would make things worse—like it would start something bigger than what I could handle.

And that made me even more uneasy.

I leaned back against the headboard, pulling my knees up to my chest. My head was spinning. I didn't know who or what to believe.

Was Chan just protecting me... or was there something darker in what he did?

Was Hyunjin really the one at fault, or have I been looking at things the wrong way?

What if I don't know either of them as well as I thought?

I pressed my palms to my eyes, trying to block everything out.

"Ughhh," I groaned, ruffling my hair in frustration. This was driving me insane.

In a desperate attempt to pull myself together, I grabbed my notebook and started flipping through my assignments. Maybe if I just focused on schoolwork, I could silence the storm in my head.

But even as I stared at my notes, all I could think of was one thing:

Someone is lying.

And I wasn't sure I was ready to find out who.

*****

Morning classes were never fun. I rested my cheek on the desk, eyes half-lidded, letting the sunlight dance across the windowsill. The sky outside was soft and clear—the kind that makes you want to forget about everything else and just... breathe.