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Jun and his mother sat stony-faced across the wide mahogany table from the Principal and her secretary. Next to the two women were two more people of whom Jun did not yet know until Principal Kang introduced them as an official from the Ministry of Education, Mr. Kim and then a High School detective Mr. Son.

Jun had never heard of a High School detective before, but he decided it was better not to ask.

"I'm sure you know why you're here Jun," Principal Kang said, and he nodded curtly. "Good. You are here because there has been evidence against you suggesting that you are involved in, as you put it yourself, a 'bet'," Jun winced at the word. "To cause some form of illegal sexual act with one of the female students of this school."

Jun heard his mother breathe out irritably next to him. "And what is your response to that allegation, Mr. Wen?" the 'detective' asked.

"It's absolutely not true," he replied immediately, looking Mr. Son right in the eye, staring him down so hard that he looked away first.

The other three adults nodded. "This is the evidence against you," Principal Kang's secretary said, placing the files at the center of the table. "The video and a recording of what you said when we were in Mrs. Kang's office as well as two testimonies of students saying that they did see you on that day at that specific time."

Jun and his mother were silent. The detective spoke up. "I see you do not have your lawyer with you," he mentioned. That ticked something off in Ms. Wen's head.

"What do you mean 'a lawyer'? My son is not a criminal," she said menacingly, her sharp gaze causing Mr. Kim to look away as the other man had done with Jun.

"According to the evidence, Mrs. Wen, he is," Mr. Son objected.

"That will be Ms. Wen, thank you very much, Mr. Son," she corrected him sharply and he nodded quickly.

"According to the evidence of a shaky camera and a voice that doesn't sound like my son's and testimonies that don't even sound complete, you're calling my son a criminal?" she asked them ridiculously. "Instead of drawing conclusions why can't you look at my son's side of the story and stop being so quick to punish him?"

"This is the evidence we collected," Jun spoke up for the first time, setting their short stack of files next to the secretary's. "It includes footage of my mother finding my phone and checking my call history. If you watch the video, you will realize it was filmed in such a way that you can NOT say that there is a possibility my call history was fabricated by my mother."

Mr. Son looked at Principal Kang. "Well let's watch the video and see that for ourselves, shall we?"

"Be my guest," Jun said with a roll of his eyes.

The video started off with Jun's mother showing the kitchen clock. It was a little past 5 PM. "I got a call from the school saying a lot of stuff about my son doing things I find impossible to believe...and that was around 4:49. Your secretary can confirm and my call history can also confirm that." She said.

She moved into his bedroom in search of his phone and found it on his bedside table. "I have not touched this phone. As the secretary already knows, I was driving home from work when I received the call; I even mentioned to her to make it quick since I was driving. I'm going to check his call history now..."

She scrolled through his call history after starting a screen recording on his phone as well as recording it with her phone as well.

There were no strange numbers. Everyone was labelled appropriately.

"That's just our first evidence," Jun continued when the video stopped playing. He tapped one of the files that contained a printed document with several bullet points. "This is not exactly evidence, but rather certain things I noticed after re-watching the video a few times. First of all, the pronunciation and fluency of speech is much unlike mine. The person sounds more like a native Korean trying to imitate my voice."

Mr. Son looked at him and nodded slightly. "His pronunciation is rather strange," he commented. "But such a claim has to be tested. The audio will be compared critically with your voice so we can check for a difference in the two."

Jun nodded.

"Another thing is that I believe that this video was taken last week Friday, in the afternoon, when I went to throw away the trash at the back of the school," he said. "And I am not saying that the person in the video is me, because I never had a phone call that afternoon as you can tell from my call history evidence. I also want to add that it seems strange to me why I seem to be calling a Korean person in the video. I have no other Korean friends outside of this school. If I wanted to talk to someone inside the school, we would have met face-to-face. It would have been more likely that I'd be speaking in Mandarin since the only people who would call me from outside school grounds would be my old friends in China."

He looked at each other adults in turn.

"But my last evidence may be the concluding evidence of them all...my shoes," Jun stated. The four of them exchanged glances.

"Your shoes, Mr. Wen?" Mr. Kim repeated. Jun nodded. He tapped another filed document. It was a picture; a screenshot taken from the video. It was a clear picture showing the full body of the person, except a part of his head was chopped off. Jun pointed at the shoes.

Since the picture was taken from behind, one could only see the back and a little bit of the side of the person's left shoe. But it was clear what brand of shoes they were.

"I do not own a pair of those shoes. I only have one pair in that brand since they're so expensive," he told them, then pointed at yet another printout. It contained pictures of their shoe rack and the shoe display of Jun's collection of basketball shoes in his room. They were mainly Adidas, Nike, Puma, and as he said, only one pair of that brand, and they were black.

"As much as I would love to own those shoes, I don't," he continued. "Even if I did, I would never wear such flashy shoes to school anyway. And as far as I know...there is only one person in this school that I've ever seen in a pair of those Jordans."

The four adults exchanged surprised glances again. "What are you implying?" Principal Kang said.

"I'm saying," he began. "That I think I know who did this to me."

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Sana stared at her desk and idly sipped the strawberry milk, not really tasting it.

"What do you think?" Seulgi asked Sana. She wasn't listening.

Seulgi shoved her and Sana looked up at her friend, the milk straw at the corner of her mouth. She was drinking it very slowly.

Seulgi rolled her eyes. "You weren't listening, were you?"

Sana smiled sheepishly. "Sorry..."

"I said what dress style do you think I should get? I was thinking mermaid is cool, but then I don't know if it would fit the theme of the dance. I mean it's an end-of-year thing. Probably..." Seulgi saw the familiar zoned out expression on her friend's face again and she trailed off.

She flicked Sana's forehead painfully. Sana winced and pressed a hand to her head. "What was that for?" she asked hotly.

"Stop. Thinking. About. Him!"

Sana sighed and stood down, idly sipping her milk again.

"Just forget him!"

"I can't!" Sana exclaimed. "I can't Seulgi, and that's the whole point! Don't you know what he meant to me? Don't you know how he cared for me? How can you possibly tell me to forget him? Are you even thinking?"

Seulgi frowned. "What?"

"Just...never mind..." Sana said.

Seulgi was pissed. "If you're so sure he would never do something like that, why do you keep acting like he did?!" she snapped. "What ever happened to the 'I'll find things out for myself' Sana? Why aren't you doing your research and your investigations? It's been three days already!"

Sana glared at her.

"Oh great, and now you're mad!" Seulgi said. "Well, maybe instead of sulking like the weak little girl you are, you'd go out and find out what happened! Maybe you're the one who's not thinking." And with that, she slammed her open book shut and stormed out of the classroom.

Sana groaned and let her head drop onto her arms.

Maybeshe was just a weak little girl. And that weak little girl was tooscared to find out for herself whether what she'd seen in that video wasactually real or not.

A/N

Don't worry I didn't get Corona.

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