The cafeteria buzzed like a beehive. Trays clattered, students laughed, voices overlapped in a constant hum.
But at one corner table, the noise died.
Logan Lee leaned across the desk, his massive shadow spilling over Crystal Choi. His grin was wide, cruel, smoke curling from his lips.
"who are you pretty face," he drawled, eyes glinting. You think you're untouchable, huh?"
Crystal's face was unreadable. Calm. Cold. Her phone lay facedown beside her tray.
Logan chuckled. "I've seen it before. Pretty girls hanging around strong guys. Not 'cause they like 'em. Just 'cause they're scared. Or want the power." His grin twisted. "I had one too. Thought she was mine. Turns out she already had a boyfriend. A handsome little shit. I crushed him. Crushed her too."
His hand lifted, thick fingers reaching for Crystal's face. "Let's see what you're really hiding."
The room stilled. Forks froze halfway to mouths. Even first-years who'd never heard Logan's name before felt the air sharpen.
Crystal's brow twitched, but she didn't flinch. She had seen monsters before. Gun. Goo. Even her father when his mask slipped.
But the hand reaching for her—this was different. Raw. Reckless. Filthy.
Before his fingers could graze her skin—
Smack!
A hand caught Logan's wrist midair.
The crack of impact rang louder than any shout.
Logan blinked. His grin faltered. He turned—and violet eyes stared back.
Seong Min.
The Dog Pound boss. The boy who fought Jinyong Go to a draw.
The cafeteria erupted in whispers.
"It's him—""The one who stood against a fought—""Why's he—"
Seong Min's grip tightened. The tendons in Logan's wrist popped under the pressure.
"Try to touch her," he said flatly.
Logan's grin twitched back. "Or what?"
Seong Min moved.
A sharp twist— Logan grunted, stumbling forward. Before he could regain balance, Seong Min's palm slammed into his chest.
Wham!
The giant staggered back two full steps, tray tables screeching as students scrambled out of the way.
Gasps filled the air. No one—no one—had ever shoved Logan Lee back like that.
Logan blinked, then barked a laugh. "So you're the big shot. Dog Pound kid." He cracked his neck. "Thought you were taller."
He lunged.
His fist came like a sledgehammer, the air whistling with its weight.
Seong Min slipped to the side, body low. His elbow cracked into Logan's ribs.
Thud!
The giant snarled, swinging wide. Seong Min ducked under it, his fist snapping into Logan's jaw.
Crack!
The crowd roared—half in horror, half in awe.
"Did he just—""He tagged him clean—"
Logan reeled back, spit flying, then grinned wider, blood streaking his teeth. "Now we're talking."
He charged like a bull. Tables toppled, students screamed and scattered. His fists swung in brutal arcs, each one meant to crush bone.
But Seong Min was already moving.
Precise. Cold. Each dodge was inches. Each counter sharper. His knuckles buried into Logan's gut, his knee cracked into his thigh, his palm hammered his sternum.
Wham! Wham! Wham!
Logan stumbled, his massive frame shaking under the storm of blows. But he didn't fall. He roared, swinging again, his fist clipping Seong Min's shoulder. The impact rattled even him.
The crowd felt it. The clash of styles.
Logan—raw power, rage unchained .Seong Min—cold precision, every strike cutting deeper.
"Monster vs monster…" someone whispered.
At the edge, Crystal's eyes sharpened. Her pulse quickened despite herself. She remembered the studio, the men crumpling under Seong Min's fists. The White Tiger HQ, his hand crushing her wrist like she wasn't Charles Choi's daughter, like she was nothing.
And now—him standing between her and Logan's filth, violet eyes steady, body moving like water through chaos.
Heat curled in her chest. Annoyance. Admiration. Something else she didn't name.
Logan spat blood, wiped his mouth, and laughed again. "You fight clean. Too clean." He charged again.
This time Seong Min didn't dodge.
He stepped in.
His fist rose—then drove down like an axe into Logan's nose.
Crack!
Blood sprayed. Logan's head snapped back, his body stumbling.
Seong Min's hand seized his collar. He yanked him forward—then slammed his knee into Logan's gut.
Wham!
The cafeteria floor shook with the impact. Logan gagged, spit and blood flying.
Seong Min released him, letting the giant stumble back, bent over, wheezing.
"You talk loud," Seong Min said coldly. "But that's all you are. Noise."
Gasps. Whispers. The crowd leaned closer, unable to breathe.
Logan staggered upright, blood dripping from his nose, his grin weaker but still there. His eyes burned—not with fear, but with something else.
They darted—to Crystal.
Her calm stare met his, cold as glass.
Something twisted in his chest. A memory flashed—his old girlfriend, smiling at another boy, laughing with him, eyes soft in a way they never were with Logan.
The rage that had fueled him all his life surged again. But beneath it—something new.
Obsession.
He wanted that look. Wanted to break her coldness. Wanted to make her see him.
Logan's grin widened, blood-stained teeth flashing. "You think you're better than me? Fine. But she—" His finger pointing toward Crystal. "She'll see me. Just wait."
Seong Min's violet eyes narrowed. "Try again, and I'll bury you."
Logan barked a laugh, stepping back. He wiped his face with his sleeve, leaving red smears across his skin. "Not today. But soon."
The tension snapped as teachers burst into the cafeteria. "What's going on here?!"
Students scrambled, shoving phones into pockets. Chairs screeched. Logan turned, his grin never fading, and shoved through the doors before they could grab him.
The room buzzed with whispers the moment he was gone.
"Seong Min wrecked him—""No way Logan's done—""Crystal was right there—did you see how he looked at her?"
Crystal sat silently, arms folded. Her gaze flicked once to Seong Min, still standing calmly, violet eyes watching the door Logan had left through.
He didn't look at her. Not even once.
And that unsettled her more than Logan's pointing out to her ever could.
Later, outside.
Logan leaned against the wall, blood dripping from his nose, his grin sharp even through the pain.
He remembered Crystal's eyes—calm, cold, unmoved. He remembered Seong Min's fist cracking his face like it was nothing.
And for the first time in a long while, Logan felt it.
Not just rage. Not just hunger.
A new obsession.
"She'll look at me," he muttered, his grin spreading, feral and wide. "Even if I have to break the whole damn school to make it happen."
The city buzzed on around him, but in Logan's mind, only two faces burned.
Crystal Choi. And Park Seong Min.
One he wanted. One he needed to crush.
✨ End of Chapter 70 ✨