♥︎ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 18♥︎

𝐿 𝑂 𝑉 𝐸❦⊹܀𝑆𝐼𝐶𝐾❦⊹

ೄྀ𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐒 𝐖𝐄 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐘ೄྀ____

⊹܀☙❦☙܀܀💌🌹ೄྀ𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍ೄྀᴇᴘɪsᴏᴅᴇ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ

ʙʀᴏᴀᴅᴄᴀsᴛɪɴɢ ʀᴏᴏᴍ

𝐓he others gathered around the window, peering in with a mix of concern and curiosity.

"What a stubborn asshole." they murmured as they watched Gyeong-su, who was seated on the chair in the middle of the room, his brow furrowed in concentration.

Na-hee stood there with the others, her heart aching for Gyeong-su, it just didn't seem fair.

"He only needs ten minutes, right?" Na-hee said, bringing her hands to her face as she leaned into the glass, trying to catch a glimpse of Gyeong-su's expression.

"He's not that stubborn compared to her" Ji-min chimed in, her tone dripping with disdain.

She didn't need to mention names, everyone knew who she was talking about.

Na-hee let out a soft sigh, choosing not to respond. Instead, she slowly turned her gaze to Na-yeon, who stood nearby, her frustration palpable.

Na-hee heard Ji-min's comment, and it only deepened her concern for both of her friends. She looked back at Gyeong-su, her lips forming a small pout.

*Can these two just get along?* Na-hee thought, her heart heavy with the weight of the tension in the air.

Na-yeon, on the other hand, felt her fists clench involuntarily as she shot Ji-min a glare. Her gaze drifted to the mop in the corner, and her jaw tightened at the thought of it.

Na-yeon felt as if Gyeong-su was taking everything away from her. Even her own best friend, Na-hee, seemed to be drifting away, which was driving her to the brink of madness.

How could Na-hee and the others like Gyeong-su? He wasn't the saint they made him out to be, in her eyes, he was the goddamn devil himself.

Why couldn't anyone see that? Were they all blind to his two faced nature?

Gyeong-su wasn't an angel, he was a wolf in sheep's clothing, and Na-yeon was determined to expose the truth.

After a while of waiting, the others crowded around the table, their voices buzzing as they began to discuss the topic of zombies.

Even though Na-hee was engaged in conversation with the group, she couldn't help but steal glances at Gyeong-su and Na-yeon, a sudden instinct urging her to keep an eye on them, as if a warning bell was ringing in her mind.

She found herself seated next to Wu-jin, who was perched on a chair like her, while Su-hyeok sat on the table. "Maybe they're drawn to smell" Wu-jin suggested, his brow furrowed in thought.

"They do always go after you" he added, pointing an accusing finger at Dae-su.

Dae-su let out a frustrated sigh and shook his head. "I don't smell" he retorted, crossing his arms defensively.

"You sweat a lot, Dae-su" Ji-min chimed in, a teasing grin on her face.

"I sweat, but I don't smell" Dae-su insisted, sniffing the air around him.

"What's that smell?" he asked, wrinkling his nose.

"Your sweat." Wu-jin stated matter of factly.

Na-hee couldn't help but smirk at their banter, amusement dancing in her eyes as she listened to them.

"I think they're more sensitive to sound than smell" Dae-su continued, dismissing the playful jabs.

"Sound?" Na-hee echoed, intrigued.

"Yeah" Dae-su confirmed, nodding vigorously.

"This isn't a movie." Joon-yeong interjected, sitting at the table with Su-hyeok, his tone skeptical.

"That's just how zombies are, you know?" Dae-su replied, his voice rising with enthusiasm.

"And didn't you see their eyes? They can't see with those eyes!"

Wu-jin then turned to Na-hee, noticing the slight smile that had crept onto her face. A spark of warmth shot through him at the sight.

"What about you, Na-hee? What do you think zombies are more sensitive to?" Wu-jin asked, his smile encouraging her to share her thoughts.

Na-hee blinked repeatedly, feeling her cheeks flush at the attention. "F-for me?" she stammered, caught off guard.

Wu-jin nodded, his eyes sparkling with interest.

Na-hee let her hands rest on the table as she delved deeper into her thoughts about zombies. "For me... I agree with Dae-su." she finally choked out, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Na-hee also got influenced because of Dae-su!" Joon-yeong teased, chuckling as he ruffled Na-hee's hair playfully.

"I'm saying the truth!" Na-hee protested, crossing her arms in a huff, her cheeks still tinged pink.

Su-hyeok smiled at her, his expression warm and encouraging. "Hear her out, guys" he added, leaning in to listen intently.

"Alright, I think they're more sensitive to sound. Even just a little footstep, they can hear it, Didn't you notice? Even if you're far away, they always manage to hear you?" Na-hee said, her pout deepening as she made her point.

The group fell silent for a moment, considering her words, and Na-hee felt a sense of satisfaction wash over her, grateful for the chance to contribute to the discussion.

"That's why they're scary if you think about them deeper." Na-hee stated, as she shook her head from the thought.

"See? Na-hee gets it!" Dae-su says, lighting up the atmosphere. He's definitely agreeing with Na-hee's words than them.

Na-hee felt her body relaxed at the chair she was sitting, as she listened quietly to others.

"Ms. Park" Hyo-ryung said quietly, turning to their teacher.

"Mhm?" Ms. Park replied, her attention shifting to the girl.

"Do you think some kids made it out alive?" Hyo-ryung asked, her voice heavy with sadness. Ms. Park wanted to believe it, but a thick silence hung in the air, filled with uncertainty.

"I guess we're the lucky ones then" Hyo-ryung concluded, her eyes downcast, reflecting the weight of their grim reality.

"The fact that we're alive makes us lucky" Ms. Park replied, her words offering a glimmer of hope to Hyo-ryung.

"Really?" Hyo-ryung asked, her expression brightening slightly, as if the flicker of hope had reignited her spirit.

Ms. Park wrapped her arms around Hyo-ryung in a comforting embrace, the warmth between them a small solace amidst the chaos that surrounded them.

Na-hee listened intently to their conversation, feeling a sense of relief wash over her at Ms. Park's presence. The teacher's calm demeanor made her feel safe, and she was grateful that she wasn't alone in this situation.

However, as Na-hee glanced back at Na-yeon, a wave of sadness washed over her. She should have talked to Na-yeon calmly, like she used to.

But there was something about Na-yeon's behavior that had shifted recently, a tension that made Na-hee hesitate.

With a sigh, Na-hee turned her gaze back to Gyeong-su, feeling an even deeper pang of regret. She scratched her head in annoyance, frustration bubbling up inside her. Sitting there felt like a waste of time, and she knew she had to talk to either Gyeong-su or Na-yeon.

The thought of unresolved feelings gnawed at her, urging her to take action before it was too late.

Na-hee felt her gaze slowly drifting towards Cheong-san, who was standing at the door, looking intently at Gyeong-su.

She could see Gyeong-su and Cheong-san whistling their usual song, and a warmth spread through her heart as she watched the two friends share this moment.

With a gentle determination, Na-hee stood up from her chair and made her way towards Cheong-san to join the duo.

She tapped Cheong-san on the shoulder, catching his attention, and they exchanged warm smiles.

"Does he still not want to come out?" Na-hee asked Cheong-san, her voice laced with concern. He nodded in response.

"Yeah, he's so stubborn" Cheong-san replied, rolling his eyes playfully.

Cheong-san then pointed at Gyeong-su through the door window, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "I'm gonna kill you" he whispered dramatically to Gyeong-su, prompting a small smile from Na-hee as she watched the two interact.

As they continued to observe Gyeong-su, Na-hee noticed him rummaging through his pockets. Suddenly, he raised his hand and flashed a middle finger at Cheong-san, a cheeky gesture that made both Na-hee and Cheong-san snicker with laughter.

Cheong-san seeing na-hee laughing, he couldn't help but want to make her laugh more, Cheong-san pressed his face against the glass, contorting it into a silly expression aimed at Gyeong-su.

The sight was so ridiculous that it sent Na-hee and Gyeong-su into fits of laughter.

"You look like a squash papaya" Na-hee teased, her eyes sparkling with amusement as Cheong-san shot her a playful wink.

Cheong-san then turned back to Gyeong-su, holding up three fingers to indicate that it had been thirty minutes since they had been waiting.

Na-hee and Cheong-san crowded at the door, playfully begging him to come out, but Gyeong-su remained resolute in his refusal.

Na-hee let out a sigh of defeat, her shoulders slumping slightly. She exchanged a knowing glance with Cheong-san, and they both shared a small smile, a silent understanding passing between them.

"I feel bad for Gyeong-su" Na-hee admitted, her head bowed slightly as she contemplated his stubbornness.

"It's alright, he's just being stubborn right now" Cheong-san reassured her, gently lifting her chin with his hand to make her look up at him.

The warmth of his touch made Na-hee blush slightly, and she instinctively took a small step back, trying to regain her composure.

"Then let's wait for him," she suggested, a small smile returning to her face. They both nodded in agreement.

Standing near Mrs. Park and the others, Cheong-san turned to her, concern etched on his face. "Mrs. Park, it's been more than thirty minutes, but he still doesn't want to come out," he informed her.

"I'll see what I can do" Mrs. Park replied, her tone calm and reassuring as she slowly made her way into the room.

All of them peered inside, watching as Gyeong-su remained stubbornly seated, refusing to budge. Na-hee sighed softly, her heart aching for him as she observed the scene unfold.

She wished she could do something to help, but for now, all they could do was wait and hope he would eventually join them.

"He looks okay to me" Dae-su said as he looked at Gyeong-su intently, studying his expression.

"He's fine. I knew it" Ji-min replied confidently, crossing her arms.

"I don't understand why he's being so stubborn" Cheong-san retorted, frustration evident in his voice.

"He won't come out?" Su-hyeok asked, glancing between Cheong-san and Na-hee, who both nodded in agreement.

"He's always like this" Cheong-san added, his head lowering slightly, a mix of concern and disappointment in his eyes.

"He's too stubborn" Dae-su agreed, shaking his head as if trying to comprehend Gyeong-su's behavior.

Just then, Mrs. Park returned, and all their attention shifted to her.

"What did Gyeong-su say?" Na-hee asked first, her voice laced with curiosity.

"He won't come out?" Dae-su echoed, his brow furrowing.

Mrs. Park then closed the door behind her, creating a sense of anticipation in the room. "He said he's staying for the full hour" she informed them, her tone serious.

"He's pissed." Dae-su commented, crossing his arms as Na-hee let out a sigh and pouted, clearly worried about their friend. The tension in the air was palpable, and they all wondered what could gyeong-su be feeling right now.

Na-hee then slipped her hand into her pocket, feeling the familiar texture of her handkerchief inside. She was surprised that, even after all the running around, it had managed to stay with her.

With a gentle tug, she pulled it out, her mind drifting to Gyeong-su and the scratch on his hand from the computer. A soft sigh escaped her lips, she really wanted to talk to him.

"Mrs. Park" Na-hee began, her voice barely above a whisper. Mrs. Park turned her gaze toward her, a warm smile spreading across her face.

"What is it, Na-hee?" Mrs. Park asked, her tone encouraging.

Na-hee swallowed the lump in her throat, gathering her courage. "If you don't mind, I'd like to talk to Gyeong-su, even just for a bit?" A small smile appeared on her lips, hopeful yet tentative.

"I just want to give him something, if that's alright?"

"Why would you go?" Ji-min interjected, her voice sharp.

"If anyone should, it's Na-yeon" Ji-min continued, her eyes narrowing as she and the others turned to face Na-yeon, who was sitting away from everyone.

"Why should I?" Na-yeon retorted, crossing her arms defensively.

"He's like this because of you" Ji-min said, stepping forward, but On-jo quickly placed a hand on her shoulder, stopping her.

"What did I do?" Na-yeon countered, her brows furrowing in confusion.

"Like you don't know?" Ji-min shot back, frustration evident in her tone.

"Was it wrong to suspect him? You did too. Everyone did. It wasn't just me" Na-yeon argued, her voice rising slightly.

"I always believed him" Cheong-san chimed in, his expression earnest.

"Me too" Dae-su added, nodding in agreement. Raising his hand, agreeing with cheong-san

Na-hee also raised her hand, stepping in to defend Gyeong-su.

"Well, I didn't insult him like you did" Ji-min added, her tone biting.

"Why are you picking on me?" Na-yeon replied, her eyes narrowing as she glared at Ji-min.

"Because you deserve it" Ji-min retorted, her voice laced with indignation.

"Stop it." Na-hee said firmly, trying to restore some peace.

"That's enough, Ji-min" Mrs. Park interjected, her voice steady and authoritative, breaking the rising tension in the air.

Ji-min scoffed, stepping back, her arms crossed as she tried to regain her composure. The atmosphere was thick with unspoken words, and Na-hee felt the weight of the moment pressing down on her.

She just wanted to reach out to Gyeong-su and offer him a bit of comfort amidst the chaos.

Mrs. Park slowly moved closer to Na-yeon, her voice gentle and soothing, like a caring mother speaking to her child. "You remember your promise, right?" she began.

"After 30 minutes, you'd apologize."

"Okay."Na-yeon replied, her tone subdued.

Mrs. Park regained her composure, crossing her arms as she maintained a watchful gaze on Na-yeon. ""It's been 30 minutes" she added, her voice firm yet still nurturing.

Na-yeon looked up at Mrs. Park, her heart racing. "All right" she responded, her eyes scanning the room. They lingered a moment longer on Na-hee, who offered her a reassuring smile.

Taking a deep breath, Na-yeon stood up from her seat and began to walk toward the door. Na-hee didn't take her eyes off her, watching intently as Na-yeon entered the room.

A sigh escaped Na-hee's lips, perhaps this was a step toward their peace. A small smile crept onto her face, filled with hope.

Na-yeon closed the door behind her, and Na-hee felt a surge of pride for her friend, who was finally going to apologize... right?

Na-yeon turned back to glance at everyone, her heart heavy with uncertainty. When her gaze met Na-hee's, she was met with an encouraging smile that radiated warmth. It made Na-yeon feel a bit more at ease, despite what she was about to do to Gyeong-su.

*I hope you can forgive me, Na-hee. Because Gyeong-su deserves this.* Na-yeon thought, steeling herself as she stepped closer to Gyeong-su. The weight of her actions loomed over her, but she knew it was time.

Na-yeon then took out her handkerchief from her skirt pocket. As she stepped closer to Gyeong-su, her enemy, she called out to him, "Hey." But clearly, Gyeong-su was avoiding her.

"I'm talking to you," Na-yeon added, but Gyeong-su remained indifferent.

"You're ignoring me?" Na-yeon pressed on. Gyeong-su scoffed at her and finally turned his gaze toward her.

"What do you want?" Gyeong-su asked firmly.

"Why don't you answer me?" Na-yeon challenged.

"Apologies and get out," Gyeong-su replied, turning his attention back to the wall.

"How's your cut healing?" Na-yeon asked, her voice steady despite the tension.

"Why do you care?" Gyeong-su retorted, his tone laced with sarcasm.

"Yah, just because others make you look like a saint doesn't mean you're like that to me." Na-yeon shot back, her words trembling slightly despite her bravado.

Gyeong-su turned his chair to face her, a smirk playing on his lips.

"What's this? Did you just came here to annoy me?" Gyeong-su taunted.

"You're just a trembling coward" he added, his voice dripping with disdain. Na-yeon stepped closer, her eyes narrowing as she glared at him.

"I dare you to say that again, Gyeong-su. I'll tell everyone what you've been doing!" Na-yeon declared, her voice rising with defiance.

Gyeong-su stood up from his seat, blocking the view of the others around them. He leaned in slightly, a disturbed smile creeping across his face. "You have no idea what you're dealing with." he countered, his tone mocking.

"You're just a two faced bitch who burns animals for fun." Na-yeon retorted, her voice steady but filled with anger. The words hung in the air, heavy with the truth.

"So, you saw me?"

"That's right. You're just a wolf in sheep's clothing Gyeongsu."

Suddenly a wave of sensation headache went through Gyeong-su, as he reach his head with his hand in pain, but quickly disregard it.

Gyeong-su's expression shifted, irritation flashing in his eyes. He leaned closer, his smile fading as he hissed, "You have no idea what you're talking about." The tension between them crackled, a dangerous game of intimidation and defiance.

"Did I hit a nerve, bitch boy?" Na-yeon yelled at Gyeong-su, who was staring back at her, tears threatening to spill from his eyes.

"You're crying now?" Na-yeon retorted, a mix of disbelief and satisfaction in her voice.

Suddenly, Gyeong-su burst into laughter, the sound sharp and jarring. "Was my acting that convincing to you?" he asked, sniffling as he tried to contain his amusement.

Na-yeon felt a shiver run down her spine. "Y-you're crazy!" she stammered, gripping her handkerchief tightly in fear, her knuckles turning white.

"You better stay the hell away from Na-hee, you crazy bitch!" Na-yeon warned, her eyes wide and glaring at Gyeong-su, who tilted his head innocently, a mocking glint in his eyes.

"Why, Na-yeon? Because Na-hee prefers me more than you?" Gyeong-su replied, a disturbing smile curving on his lips, as if he relished in her discomfort.

"N-no! Na-hee will believe me! I know!" Na-yeon responded, though her voice wavered with hesitation. Doubt crept into her mind, and she could feel her heart racing.

Gyeongsu's piercing gaze locks onto the handkerchief in her hand. A flicker of recognition crosses his face, and in an instant, he lunges forward, snatching the fabric from her grasp with a fierce intensity.

"What is this?" he hisses, his voice low and dangerous, a dark undertone lacing his words.

Nayeon's heart races, fear etched on her face. "It's just a handkerchief, Gyeongsu. I thought it could help with your wound." Nayeon replied her breathing shaky, her eyes darting everywhere but him.

He steps closer, invading her personal space, his breath hot against her skin. "This handkerchief... it's a reminder of your betrayal. It's the reason I d-" Gyeongsu stopped as he took a moment to comprehend his memories.

Nayeon takes a step back, her pulse quickening as she senses the danger radiating from him. "What are you talking about? I don't know anything about that." nayeon told him in fear, as she shakes of the accusation thrown at her.

How-?

How did ℎ𝑒 know.

Gyeongsu's gaze darkens, his voice dropping to a menacing whisper. "You don't understand, do you? I know what happens next. I've seen it all before."

Gyeong-su slowy whispered something in Na-yeon's ears making Na-yeon feel the adrenaline to return back to the others out of fear.

"You're crazy! I knew it!" Na-yeon yelled out, snatching her handkerchief away from Gyeong-su in a panic. Heart racing, she turned and ran back to the others, fear evident in her eyes.

Gyeong-su clicked his tongue, a smirk creeping onto his face. It was time to act again, and he relished every moment of it.

As Na-yeon finally stepped out of the recording room, the others erupted into applause, their cheers echoing in the room. Na-hee felt a warm smile spread across her face as she waited eagerly for her best friend to emerge.

"How cute was that?" they murmured among themselves, excitement buzzing in the air.

Na-yeon rushed out of the room and nearly collided with Na-hee, who greeted her with an encouraging smile.

"How did it go?" Na-hee asked, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.

"Na-hee, let's get out of here" Na-yeon whispered urgently, glancing back nervously.

"Huh?" Na-hee replied, tilting her head in confusion.

Just then, Gyeong-su stormed out of the recording room, his face twisted in anger as he ran after Na-yeon. The others quickly intervened, blocking his path just in time.

Na-hee blinked repeatedly, trying to comprehend the sudden shift in the atmosphere. "What's happening?" she asked, her voice laced with concern.

"You're such a fucking cheat!" Gyeong-su shouted at Na-yeon, his voice echoing off the walls. Na-yeon looked at him, her brows furrowing in disbelief.

Na-yeon let out a shaky breath, her mind racing. *Shit... he's acting again.* she thought, biting her lip in frustration. The others stood alarmed, caught between the two, unsure of how to diffuse the tension that hung thick in the air.

After a while, night finally fell, and the sun had disappeared below the horizon. The others stood there in disbelief, grappling with the situation that had unfolded because of Na-yeon.

"Did you really say that? You promised me you'd apologize to him" Mrs. Park scolded Na-yeon, her voice laced with disappointment.

Na-yeon, however, was busy trying to deny every accusation thrown at her by Gyeong-su.

Meanwhile, Gyeong-su sat in silence, his friends surrounding him, offering quiet comfort as they exchanged worried glances.

"But I did nothing wrong" Na-yeon insisted, her tone defensive.

"You only think about yourself. You said to close the door before anyone could get in" Ji-min interjected, her voice rising with frustration. "You said it would be safer for us. That's not right."

Na-yeon felt a lump forming in her throat as the weight of their words pressed down on her. "We almost died when Gyeong-su pulled Coach Kang in! Why aren't you mad at him?" she countered, her voice trembling as she felt the tide of anger turning against her.

Cheong-san stepped closer to Na-yeon, his expression serious. "That was not his fault. How was he supposed to know that was going to happen?" he added, defending Gyeong-su with a fierce loyalty.

"That's enough. Quiet, everyone" Mrs. Park tried to diffuse the escalating tension, her hands raised in a gesture of calm.

"We'd be quiet if she were gone" Ji-min interjected, her eyes narrowing at Na-yeon.

Na-hee leaned against the wall next to the recording room door, scratching her head in annoyance. A heavy sigh escaped her lips as she struggled to meet Na-yeon's gaze, feeling the weight of the conflict in the air.

"You're all so annoying" Na-yeon muttered, crossing her arms defiantly, her frustration bubbling to the surface. The atmosphere was thick with unresolved tension, and it was clear that the night was far from over.

Na-hee sat on the cold ground, lost in a whirlwind of thoughts as she debated what to do. Suddenly, Na-yeon's voice broke through the tension, calling out to her.

"Hee... I did nothing wrong, right?" Na-yeon's voice trembled, threatening to spill over with tears. That nickname shattered something deep within Na-hee's heart.

Na-hee could only lower her head, feeling that it was better to remain silent in such a heated moment.

"Yah, Lee Na-yeon, don't drag Na-hee into this! Don't call her just to protect your wrongdoing" Ji-min interjected, her voice firm and unwavering.

Na-yeon's gaze fell to the ground, and she bit her lip, the weight of Ji-min's words sinking in.

"Na-yeon..." Na-hee whispered, her voice barely audible yet still filled with emotion.

"I don't understand... how can you be like this?" She looked at Na-yeon, her eyes brimming with sadness and confusion.

"How come Na-hee is different from you, Na-yeon? She's nice compared to you" Ji-min retorted, her frustration boiling over. But before she could say anything further, Mrs. Park stepped in, placing a hand on her shoulder to stop her.

"Enough, Ji-min." she said firmly, her eyes scanning the group, trying to restore some semblance of order. The air was thick with tension, and Na-hee felt the weight of the moment pressing down on her, caught between her friends.

After a while, the room fell silent, the tension palpable. It was then that Nam-ra spoke up, her eyes never leaving Na-yeon. "Hey" Nam-ra said, her voice low but clear, though Na-yeon could hear it.

Nam-ra leaned against the wall, her gaze fixed intently on Na-yeon. Na-yeon turned around to face her, a mix of curiosity and apprehension flickering across her face.

Na-hee, sensing the shift in atmosphere, lifted her chin to look up, her hands resting nervously on her legs.

"I know you did something." Nam-ra stated, her composure unwavering.

Nam-ra stepped closer, standing directly in front of Na-yeon, who looked up at her, a flicker of defiance in her eyes.

Na-hee heard the shuffle of footsteps and instinctively straightened her posture, her eyebrows knitting together in confusion.

"I saw everything," Nam-ra continued, her tone steady. "Na-yeon..."

Na-yeon felt her mouth clench tightly, her heart racing. She stood up from her seat, facing Nam-ra head-on. "What? What did you see?" she pressed, her expression blank but her voice betraying a hint of anxiety.

"You almost attempted a murder." Nam-ra blurted out, the words hanging heavy in the air.

Na-hee's eyes widened, her confusion deepening as she processed Nam-ra's accusation.

"I did what? I didn't do anything to Gyeong-su," Na-yeon retorted, her voice rising defensively.

"I didn't say anything about Gyeong-su," Nam-ra countered, her expression unyielding.

The others in the room exchanged glances, their attention shifting to the escalating confrontation. "Knock it off" Cheong-san interjected, trying to diffuse the tension.

"What are you talking about?" Wu-jin asked, his brow furrowed in confusion.

"While we were all watching Gyeong-su, you were in the back alone" Nam-ra stated, her gaze unwavering. She pointed toward the mop in the corner. "You wiped that blood with your handkerchief."

"No, I didn't" Na-yeon blinked, her composure beginning to crack.

"You almost wiped that on the scratches on Gyeong-su's hand" Nam-ra recalled, her voice steady.

"I did not" Na-yeon shot back, desperation creeping into her tone.

"It's in your pocket" Nam-ra added, her eyes narrowing.

"So what?" Na-yeon snapped, her frustration boiling over.

"Take it out" Nam-ra demanded, her tone firm.

"No" Na-yeon replied defiantly.

"Take it out" Nam-ra insisted, reaching toward Na-yeon's skirt pocket, but Na-yeon shoved her hand away.

The sudden movement startled the others, and Na-hee stood up from the cold ground, her eyes darting between the two girls.

"Should I take it out?" Nam-ra asked, her voice calm yet challenging. She moved closer, but Na-yeon wouldn't let her.

"Fuck you! Who the hell do you think you are?" Na-yeon spat, shoving Nam-ra's hand away. "Class president?"

The moment those words left Na-yeon's mouth, Nam-ra's hand shot out, delivering a sharp slap across Na-yeon's face.

Na-hee gasped at the sudden violence, her heart racing as the gravity of the situation sank in.

"You never treated me like a president" Nam-ra admitted, her voice low but steady.

"Nam-ra, that's enough" Mrs. Park interjected, stepping between the two girls, disbelief etched on her face. "Do you realize what you're saying right now?"

"If that's true, it means Na-yeon tried to kill Gyeong-su," Mrs. Park stated, her voice rising in alarm.

"It's true. She almost did it," Nam-ra replied, her tone unwavering.

Na-hee felt her breath catch in her throat as she listened to Nam-ra's words. Her gaze lingered longingly on Na-yeon, disbelief washing over her like a cold wave.

How could her best friend do something like this?

Tears began to well up in her eyes, and she sniffled softly, trying to hold back the flood of emotions threatening to spill over.

The weight of betrayal hung heavy in the air, making it hard for Na-hee to breathe.

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(The next chapter is about to make me cry. + I always go through episode three again just to write and always witnesssing Gyeong-su's death 💔)

(In honor of dear x coming out! it's sooo gooddd Kim Yoo Jung the actress that you are!)

(This story will be a lot more...twisted.)