I'm not a bad girl

While Luna observes Donan's pitiful state, part of her feels an urge for revenge. Every time her mind revisits the memory of that chaotic moment on the road, anger grows within her—a need to make him feel how responsible he is for the entire situation. Him, the idiot who jumped into the van like an enraged stranger, dragging them both into that pit in the middle of the forest, with no way out.

What had he done to her? How he nearly killed her with that fall, almost sending them both tumbling over the hill's rocks? Her mind fights against the idea of feeling compassion, of letting the anger go.

But as he groans and writhes in pain on the makeshift bed he made with his own shame, Luna feels her anger gradually fade.

She tries to focus on how stupid he is, but the tears in his eyes, the way he looks at her with that helpless expression, start to stir her heart. She thinks: I wanted to get revenge on him, to make him feel what I felt, but when he lets out a pained sigh, guilt begins to consume me.

"Am I really such a terrible person?" she wonders. "Why am I taking revenge on him? What he did was just... being an idiot. But he didn't mean to."

She recalls the fall, the impact. The car plunging down the hill, the wheels flying off the road, her body being hurled forward… They fell over thirty meters, but by pure luck, they survived. Luna had the impression that fate had acted to save them both.

She tries to convince herself she should be grateful they're alive, but part of her mind still sees him as responsible for it all.

"I can't think about dating someone like this. I can't. He's stupid," Luna murmurs to herself, turning her thoughts over and over. But something about the way he's lying there, combined with the fact she never imagined being placed in such a situation, makes her feel something different. Sympathy.

Something she doesn't even recognize in herself but can't ignore. Perhaps fate brought us together in this way…

Donan, completely oblivious to the whirlwind of thoughts consuming Luna, lies in a state of shock and pain. He's perhaps as lost in himself as she is, unaware of how much the girl now tending to him was affected by all this.

At the same time, he has no idea how stupid he had been—the fall, the scare, the trauma. He's still in a limbo of confused memories, unable to fully grasp how he ended up there or what caused it all.

For now, though, he's living in the middle of a nightmare he doesn't understand. He is an idiot, yes, but he's also being punished for it in ways he doesn't yet comprehend.

As Donan lies in the van, his fever worsening, his mind floats between flashes of memories, distant and disordered. He tries to piece them together, but the headache and heat are overwhelming.

One memory surfaces—the moment he was on the hilltop with his friends, before everything fell apart.

He remembers Andy's teasing, the dare to bike down to see what was happening with the van, something that seemed simple at the time but now reveals itself to be complete chaos. I never should have accepted that, he thinks, the weight of shame and pain blending together.

The memory of the runaway bike comes back in a flash. The loose rear brake, the loss of control... He remembers the biting wind as he descended the hill, the feeling of having no control over the situation. And the last thing he saw before being hurled into the van was Luna's silhouette, opening the door.

That's when it all happened, he thinks, furrowing his brow as he clings to consciousness, trying to sort out his thoughts.

But suddenly, he feels a soft touch on his temples. Luna is there, with a concerned look, trying to ease his fever. He tries to open his eyes, but the exhaustion and heat are too much. Deep down, he feels the need to apologize, to say something, but the words don't come.

Luna watches his uneven breathing and begins to wonder if fate somehow brought them to this moment.

She still remembers her uncle, the instruction to care for someone in trouble. But nothing in her life could have prepared her for what's happening now. Somehow, the boy she only knew for his defiant attitude now seemed vulnerable and dependent.

She smiles faintly, watching Donan struggle, unsuccessfully, to keep his eyes open. She starts to think about how much more complicated he must be than he seems. But at the same time, her mind questions her: Am I starting to care about him?

This inner struggle—between the desire for revenge, compassion, and attraction—begins to take over Luna's mind. She reflects on what happened earlier, the moment of the accident, and how he had been so lost in the situation. She asks herself: Am I getting attached to this idiot?

As Donan drifts between fever and fragmented memories, Luna realizes he's more than just a reckless boy. She sees something more. He's not just the idiot who almost killed her, but also someone who's starting to open up to her, even in a twisted way.

Suddenly, Donan, with his eyes still closed, murmurs, "Where… where… where is…?"

Luna gently places her hand over his, trying to reassure him. She whispers, "You're safe now. Everything's fine, Donan."

The boy, feverish, merely groans in response, not fully understanding. The scene seems frozen in time, with Luna looking at him and feeling an inexplicable urge to protect the boy she had almost hated moments before.

Luna, with her eyes fixed on Donan, felt torn. She had always had control over her emotions—a coldness that made her an excellent professional—but now, looking at him, something inside her was starting to break.

Donan was so vulnerable, so different from the arrogant boy she had met on the hill. He was there, feverish, completely dependent, and it touched her in a way she didn't want to admit.

As she gently brushed her hand over his face, trying to soothe the fever, she recalled everything that had happened before. The fall, the runaway bike, the way he had seemed so lost—just an ordinary boy, stripped of the privileges he usually flaunted. And she, who had once wanted revenge, now found herself questioning her own feelings.