WooYoung had had a rough day, and was now taking his anger out on a salmon roll.
“Slow down,” his brother warned, taking his chopsticks away from him and devouring his sushi. “You don’t need this food. All the fat goes to your cheeks, anyways.”
For the first time since he’d come to Seoul High, WooYoung had used his free period to meet up with his family. He had mixed feelings about it: guilt for not doing so sooner, happiness because he’d missed his brother so much, and anxiety, because he knew that his brother was going to ask about Dara.
“Hyung*, do you have a girlfriend?”
*(older) brother
“Wouldn’t you know if I had one, moron?”
“Well, it’s not like you have to share your private life with me, you know.”
“Yeah, well, I don’t. Too busy.”
“With what? Zelda?”
“Yes, actually. The new one came out, have you heard? I’m buying it tomorrow. But don’t tell mom.”
“As if.”
“So, now, for the much anticipated question: How is your love life?”
“Sucky, thanks for mentioning it.”
“Did you take my advice?”
“Well, kinda.”
WooYoung filled him in on everything that had happened in the past four weeks, including his sneaking out, the big fight in H.O.D class, and everything else.
“Wow,” his brother pushed the sleeves of his blazer back and leaned back in his chair. “That’s quite a dilemma you’ve got there. You know what I say? Try to concentrate a bit more on your friends. It seems like Nich and Junho are going through a rough time as well, and if you focus on them, it might actually get you somewhere. Besides, bros before hos, remember?”
“Yeah, you’re right. There’s definitely something fishy going on with Junho. I don’t know what it is, but I’m pretty sure it’s not girl-related.”
“Good for you. Hey, isn’t that Eunhyuk headed over here? Holy hell, it is. I haven’t seen him in forever.”
WooYoung grinned. He loved his brother’s friends. They were, to simply put it, awesome: amazingly talented, good-looking, and friendly. They got along with everybody and although they didn’t game intensely like Woo’s brother, they were pretty into StarCraft too.
“Yo,” Eunhyuk plopped down next to WooYoung. “How’s it goin’, little one? Heard you got into that fancy-shmancy school. Any hot chicks over there?”
“Some.”
“Woo’s got one, but she’s a bit crazy. She doesn’t like him. Look at him. Who wouldn’t like those chubby cheeks, that charismatic smile, the button nose?” His brother said, pinching his cheeks.
WooYoung rolled his eyes, causing Eunhyuk to laugh.
“Do they have good dance teachers over there?” he asked earnestly. Eunhyuk was the best dancer WooYoung had ever seen, even better than Junho or SooYoung, and he could rap up a storm. “Maybe I should come over there.”
“Bro, beware. They’ve got major drama, those third years.” His brother moved onto WooYoung’s other plate and wiped that one clean as well.
“How ‘bout the seniors? Any available girls?”
“Well…there is one,” WooYoung couldn’t help but smile. “Her name’s Yuri, and she’s totally your type. Want me to set you up with her?”
“Thanks bro. You’re the best. Oh, look who’s coming. It’s Fishy. He can’t go anywhere without me, you know.”
Donghae, his brother and Eunhyuk’s other best friend, walked over and slapped Eunhyuk on the head.
“You idiot! You just got up and left without paying the bill, and I had to wash the dishes because I didn’t have money on me. And now you’re eating again? You’re a pig, really. And you—“ he pointed at Woo’s brother, “you have the nerve to let Monkey here eat sushi without me? You really are something.”
“Don’t hate me ‘cause I’m beautiful,” his brother said, shrugging easily and eating yet another sushi roll.
WooYoung watched them goof around wistfully. He, NichKhun, and Junho hadn’t been like this for weeks. He wanted everything to go back to normal, but he didn’t know what to do.
“If only there was a reset button,” his brother said, reading his thoughts.
That comment instantly started a rap battle between Donghae and Eunhyuk, and developed into a song, with WooYoung’s brother providing the main vocals.
“Just press the reset, reset. If only you could press the reset, reset.”*
*This whole thing is a huge Super Junior reference. I urge you to do some research.
**
CL piled her long, blonde hair on her head, swiped some lip gloss on her lips, and took a deep breath before knocking on the door of the music room. When nobody answered, she slowly turned the knob and let herself in.
“G-Dragon? Are you there?
A single piano key was struck, given her the answer.
“I need to talk to you.”
G-Dragon looked up, his dark eyes rimmed with purple circles, his mouth drawn into a frown.
“What do you want?”
“I wanted to ask you something.” She came over and sat next to him on the piano bench. “Do you like Dara?”
CL wasn’t one to beat around the bush.
“She’s a good girl and everything but…no. I mean, I can’t think of her like that when she keeps trying to come onto me, you know? She doesn’t give me a chance to even sort out my thoughts.”
“Good,” CL said firmly.
Good?
“I have a proposition for you. It will guarantee keeping her off your back, I promise.”
“What is it?”
**
Suzy picked up her lunch tray and plunked down next to Taec, who was wolfing down a turkey sandwich.
“Hey, Elf Ears.”
Taec looked up.
“Hi,” he said, his mouth full.
“So, how are you?”
Taec stared at the girl, not sure how to respond.
“Ah, I’m good. I’d ask how you were, but we’re not exactly friends, and I’m sorta wondering the reason for why you’re here right now more than how you are.”
“Well, I want to change that. I’d like to get to know you better.”
“Why, though?”
“No reason. Should there be a reason, elf? It’s called being friendly, for god’s sake. Jeez.”
She got up and walked away, blowing her cheeks in and out, a habit she’d picked up from watching WooYoung.
**
On the other side of the room, NichKhun and Junho were seated at a table, awkwardly eating their lunch. Junho was eating salad with one hand, and writing in his Composition notebook with the other. NichKhun opened his mout to ask what was wrong, but a squeal drowned his voice out.
“Oppa!”
“Oh my gosh,” he muttered, burying his head in his hands. “Someone save me now.”
“Oppa, how are you? You should really eat more.”
“Jessica, go away, please.”
“Aish, but you’re really ruining all my fun. I’m giving you a free pass to be with me, and you’re passing it by. That’s really dangerous, NichKhun. You know that, right?”
Junho stared pointedly at NichKhun, waiting for him to give the right answer.
“I really don’t care, you know that right?”
Jessica smile turned into a grimace. “Look here, Thai boy: I’m accustomed to getting exactly what I want, and I will stop at nothing to get a boy. Tell me—is there another girl?”
“Actually, yes. She lives in Thailand, and we’ve been together for four years. You wouldn’t want to cross her.”
Junho gave him a doubtful look. NichKhun winked; he nodded back, understanding the situation.
“Oh well. She’s in Thailand. She’ll never know.”
And now, for the ultimate bomb….
“She’s prettier than you.” NichKhun shut his eyes, grinning.
“What?!?! NichKhun Horvejkul, I’m going to make you regret the day you said that. Just you wait and see. Jessica gets what she wants, and Jessica will get you, no matter what it takes.”
She stormed off, Bom and Yuri following close behind like lost puppies.
“May I question why she was talking in third person?” Junho said, stabbing a cherry tomato.
“Maybe she thinks she’s the Incredible Hulk or something,” NichKhun said, pleased that they were on speaking terms again.
He decided to take it to the next level.
“Junho, what’s bothering you?”
He looked up from his salad. “What do you mean? I’m fine.”
“You’re not, and you know it. Is it a girl? Family stuff?”
Junho heaved a sigh and ran a hand through his perfectly-mussed hair. “Maybe.”
“You know, you never talk about your parents, or your siblings. Is there…a reason for that?”
Junho opened his mouth, closed it, and shook his head.
“I can’t do this. Not here, not now.” He pushed back his chair and left, leaving his Composition notebook behind. NichKhun couldn’t resist the urge; he picked it up and flipped it open. The first few pages were full of song lyrics, but towards the end, there were graphic pictures and names—lots and lots of names. Girl names, boy names, names of places…
NichKhun took out his own notebook and copied down everything he saw, and quickly placed the book back. It was time for him to do a bit of detective work; dig deep into Junho’s history. He just hoped he wouldn’t find something he wasn’t looking for.
**
SooYoung wiped the sweat off her forehead, hoping nobody was watching. She watched Sunny go into the auditorium and caught the door with her foot before it closed, and then went in.
She hid inside a house stage prop and watched on as Sunny wordlessly climbed up the ladder to the projection room, and plugged a flash drive into the main computer. She typed in a password and messed around with the settings before clicking enter. She unplugged the flash drive with a satisfied smirk and exited the auditorium, walking past SooYoung obliviously.
SooYoung shook her head.
“What are you up to now, Sunny?”
**
NichKhun couldn’t believe his eyes. Everything he was searching up…All this information…It didn’t add up.
Gang Heng-Yi, 1962 – Sent to live with guardians after receiving severe beatings from both her older siblngs and her mother.
Cho Gyung,2002 – Sent to boarding school after police found out about the abuse his father put him through.
And then there were orphanage names…Numbers of lawyers.
None of it made sense.
“Junho, what are you hiding?”
**
3 hours later
“Will all students please report to the auditorium immediately? All students report to the auditorium. We will have an assembly.”
Everyone shuffled into the large auditorium, calling their friends over and stretching over the seats to save spots.
WooYoung placed himself between NichKhun and SooYoung, who both looked worried. SooYoung kept looking around for someone, and NichKhun watched Junho’s every moment with intensity.
What was going on?
Principal Ha stepped up to the podium. “Silence, children. We have gathered you here for a presentation about colleges. It is mainly for the third and fourth years, but we want the younger ones to get an idea of what they want to do as well.”
The lights dimmed, and a video started. It was a blurry image of two people on a swing. The camera came into focus, and WooYoung could make out Yoona and Taec, sitting together closely and laughing about something.
“Forbidden fruit is always the sweetest,” a background voice said. “So is forbidden love. Is that why they chose it?”
SooYoung gripped WooYoung’s arm.
It cut to an image of Yoona dancing while Taec applauded her on; them singing a song together at the karaoke; and lastly, the two of them sharing a deep kiss.
“Nothing stays a secret at Seoul High.”
The lights came back on, and everybody stared at each other. SooYoung’s nails were digging into Woo’s arm. She sprung out of her seat and sprinted toward Sunny, who was sitting beside a shaken Yoona and stroking her hair.
Principal Ha looked as shocked as everyone else.
“What just happened?” he boomed into the microphone. “Whose idea of a joke is this? Who’s behind this? I demand to know!”
*
SooYoung ran up to Sunny, who was comforting Yoona.
“It’s gonna be fine,” she heard her say.
“You bitch!” she yelled, yanking Sunny up by the arm. “Why would you do something like that?”
Sunny’s eyes sparkled. “I’m sorry but I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“You were in here the other day doing something with the computer. What is wrong with you?” she said in a low voice, not wanting anyone to overhear—especially not Yoona.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Sunny whispered. “And neither do you.”
“Oh, I’m perfectly sure I know exactly what I’m talking about.” SooYoung slapped Sunny, and without even giving her a second to recover, grabbed her by the collar and swung her to the floor, jumping on top of her.
“Let go, you freak!” Sunny was no match for SooYoung’s muscle.
“She was the closest thing I had to a sister,” SooYoung growled, shaking her. “And you just went and publicly humiliated her. Why?”
She brought her fist back to punch Sunny, but someone held onto it firmly. She whipped her head back to see WooYoung and Teacher Lee, who were both holding onto her.
“Don’t,” they both said.
Someone grabbed her by the back of her uniform and pulled her up. She was face-to-face with Principal Ha.
“I would like to see you in my office,” he said calmly, not removing his eyes from Sunny, who was glaring up at SooYoung.
Soo brushed herself off, held up her chin defiantly, and walked out with him, knowing she was really in for it. Oh well, at least it was worth it.
**
Yoona scanned the crowd for Taec, trying to hold back tears. Who would have done something like that? Who had been watching them all that time?
And what was that fight about?
Suddenly, someone embraced her from behind. She breathed in Taec’s clean smell and buried her head in his arms.
“It’s gonna be okay. It’s not that bad. At least we looked good on camera,” he said teasingly.
Jessica walked up to them and pointed an accusing finger at Yoona.
“You are not welcome in our group anymore. I knew you were gonna mess up sooner or later, which is why I already took care of a replacement, and now that you’ve publicly humiliated yourself, you can officially count yourself out. Unfortunately, we can’t rearrange the dorm rooms, so you’ll still have to sleep with us, but you should find yourself some new friends, because this is done.”
Yoona took a deep breath, contemplating between whether today was the best or worst day of her life.
**
WooYoung stared in awe as he watched SooYoung walk with Principal Ha, her head held high, a satisfied smirk on her lips. She’d pounced on Sunny so quickly and expertly; and although he didn’t know why she did it, he knew there must have been a reasonable answer to that. SooYoung was a rational girl. She wouldn’t attack for no reason.
Teacher Lee shook her head as she walked past him, muttering something about “all a waste” and “we shouldn’t even try”.
WooYoung turned around to exclaim to NichKhun about the strangeness of things, only to find him unmoved from his original spot. Woo wasn’t even sure if Nich had seen what had happened.
“This whole school is bizarre,” Junho shook his head. “It reminds me of home sometime.”
NichKhun’s head snapped up. “How so?” he asked slowly, careful to not sound too interested.
“Nothing,” Junho said, bowing his head. “I’m gonna go upstairs.”
NichKhun followed him, inspecting the back of his head closesly.
WooYoung shook his head and went after them. Something weird was definitely going on with everybody, but he was out of the loop, as usual.
“Slow down,” his brother warned, taking his chopsticks away from him and devouring his sushi. “You don’t need this food. All the fat goes to your cheeks, anyways.”
For the first time since he’d come to Seoul High, WooYoung had used his free period to meet up with his family. He had mixed feelings about it: guilt for not doing so sooner, happiness because he’d missed his brother so much, and anxiety, because he knew that his brother was going to ask about Dara.
“Hyung*, do you have a girlfriend?”
*(older) brother
“Wouldn’t you know if I had one, moron?”
“Well, it’s not like you have to share your private life with me, you know.”
“Yeah, well, I don’t. Too busy.”
“With what? Zelda?”
“Yes, actually. The new one came out, have you heard? I’m buying it tomorrow. But don’t tell mom.”
“As if.”
“So, now, for the much anticipated question: How is your love life?”
“Sucky, thanks for mentioning it.”
“Did you take my advice?”
“Well, kinda.”
WooYoung filled him in on everything that had happened in the past four weeks, including his sneaking out, the big fight in H.O.D class, and everything else.
“Wow,” his brother pushed the sleeves of his blazer back and leaned back in his chair. “That’s quite a dilemma you’ve got there. You know what I say? Try to concentrate a bit more on your friends. It seems like Nich and Junho are going through a rough time as well, and if you focus on them, it might actually get you somewhere. Besides, bros before hos, remember?”
“Yeah, you’re right. There’s definitely something fishy going on with Junho. I don’t know what it is, but I’m pretty sure it’s not girl-related.”
“Good for you. Hey, isn’t that Eunhyuk headed over here? Holy hell, it is. I haven’t seen him in forever.”
WooYoung grinned. He loved his brother’s friends. They were, to simply put it, awesome: amazingly talented, good-looking, and friendly. They got along with everybody and although they didn’t game intensely like Woo’s brother, they were pretty into StarCraft too.
“Yo,” Eunhyuk plopped down next to WooYoung. “How’s it goin’, little one? Heard you got into that fancy-shmancy school. Any hot chicks over there?”
“Some.”
“Woo’s got one, but she’s a bit crazy. She doesn’t like him. Look at him. Who wouldn’t like those chubby cheeks, that charismatic smile, the button nose?” His brother said, pinching his cheeks.
WooYoung rolled his eyes, causing Eunhyuk to laugh.
“Do they have good dance teachers over there?” he asked earnestly. Eunhyuk was the best dancer WooYoung had ever seen, even better than Junho or SooYoung, and he could rap up a storm. “Maybe I should come over there.”
“Bro, beware. They’ve got major drama, those third years.” His brother moved onto WooYoung’s other plate and wiped that one clean as well.
“How ‘bout the seniors? Any available girls?”
“Well…there is one,” WooYoung couldn’t help but smile. “Her name’s Yuri, and she’s totally your type. Want me to set you up with her?”
“Thanks bro. You’re the best. Oh, look who’s coming. It’s Fishy. He can’t go anywhere without me, you know.”
Donghae, his brother and Eunhyuk’s other best friend, walked over and slapped Eunhyuk on the head.
“You idiot! You just got up and left without paying the bill, and I had to wash the dishes because I didn’t have money on me. And now you’re eating again? You’re a pig, really. And you—“ he pointed at Woo’s brother, “you have the nerve to let Monkey here eat sushi without me? You really are something.”
“Don’t hate me ‘cause I’m beautiful,” his brother said, shrugging easily and eating yet another sushi roll.
WooYoung watched them goof around wistfully. He, NichKhun, and Junho hadn’t been like this for weeks. He wanted everything to go back to normal, but he didn’t know what to do.
“If only there was a reset button,” his brother said, reading his thoughts.
That comment instantly started a rap battle between Donghae and Eunhyuk, and developed into a song, with WooYoung’s brother providing the main vocals.
“Just press the reset, reset. If only you could press the reset, reset.”*
*This whole thing is a huge Super Junior reference. I urge you to do some research.
**
CL piled her long, blonde hair on her head, swiped some lip gloss on her lips, and took a deep breath before knocking on the door of the music room. When nobody answered, she slowly turned the knob and let herself in.
“G-Dragon? Are you there?
A single piano key was struck, given her the answer.
“I need to talk to you.”
G-Dragon looked up, his dark eyes rimmed with purple circles, his mouth drawn into a frown.
“What do you want?”
“I wanted to ask you something.” She came over and sat next to him on the piano bench. “Do you like Dara?”
CL wasn’t one to beat around the bush.
“She’s a good girl and everything but…no. I mean, I can’t think of her like that when she keeps trying to come onto me, you know? She doesn’t give me a chance to even sort out my thoughts.”
“Good,” CL said firmly.
Good?
“I have a proposition for you. It will guarantee keeping her off your back, I promise.”
“What is it?”
**
Suzy picked up her lunch tray and plunked down next to Taec, who was wolfing down a turkey sandwich.
“Hey, Elf Ears.”
Taec looked up.
“Hi,” he said, his mouth full.
“So, how are you?”
Taec stared at the girl, not sure how to respond.
“Ah, I’m good. I’d ask how you were, but we’re not exactly friends, and I’m sorta wondering the reason for why you’re here right now more than how you are.”
“Well, I want to change that. I’d like to get to know you better.”
“Why, though?”
“No reason. Should there be a reason, elf? It’s called being friendly, for god’s sake. Jeez.”
She got up and walked away, blowing her cheeks in and out, a habit she’d picked up from watching WooYoung.
**
On the other side of the room, NichKhun and Junho were seated at a table, awkwardly eating their lunch. Junho was eating salad with one hand, and writing in his Composition notebook with the other. NichKhun opened his mout to ask what was wrong, but a squeal drowned his voice out.
“Oppa!”
“Oh my gosh,” he muttered, burying his head in his hands. “Someone save me now.”
“Oppa, how are you? You should really eat more.”
“Jessica, go away, please.”
“Aish, but you’re really ruining all my fun. I’m giving you a free pass to be with me, and you’re passing it by. That’s really dangerous, NichKhun. You know that, right?”
Junho stared pointedly at NichKhun, waiting for him to give the right answer.
“I really don’t care, you know that right?”
Jessica smile turned into a grimace. “Look here, Thai boy: I’m accustomed to getting exactly what I want, and I will stop at nothing to get a boy. Tell me—is there another girl?”
“Actually, yes. She lives in Thailand, and we’ve been together for four years. You wouldn’t want to cross her.”
Junho gave him a doubtful look. NichKhun winked; he nodded back, understanding the situation.
“Oh well. She’s in Thailand. She’ll never know.”
And now, for the ultimate bomb….
“She’s prettier than you.” NichKhun shut his eyes, grinning.
“What?!?! NichKhun Horvejkul, I’m going to make you regret the day you said that. Just you wait and see. Jessica gets what she wants, and Jessica will get you, no matter what it takes.”
She stormed off, Bom and Yuri following close behind like lost puppies.
“May I question why she was talking in third person?” Junho said, stabbing a cherry tomato.
“Maybe she thinks she’s the Incredible Hulk or something,” NichKhun said, pleased that they were on speaking terms again.
He decided to take it to the next level.
“Junho, what’s bothering you?”
He looked up from his salad. “What do you mean? I’m fine.”
“You’re not, and you know it. Is it a girl? Family stuff?”
Junho heaved a sigh and ran a hand through his perfectly-mussed hair. “Maybe.”
“You know, you never talk about your parents, or your siblings. Is there…a reason for that?”
Junho opened his mouth, closed it, and shook his head.
“I can’t do this. Not here, not now.” He pushed back his chair and left, leaving his Composition notebook behind. NichKhun couldn’t resist the urge; he picked it up and flipped it open. The first few pages were full of song lyrics, but towards the end, there were graphic pictures and names—lots and lots of names. Girl names, boy names, names of places…
NichKhun took out his own notebook and copied down everything he saw, and quickly placed the book back. It was time for him to do a bit of detective work; dig deep into Junho’s history. He just hoped he wouldn’t find something he wasn’t looking for.
**
SooYoung wiped the sweat off her forehead, hoping nobody was watching. She watched Sunny go into the auditorium and caught the door with her foot before it closed, and then went in.
She hid inside a house stage prop and watched on as Sunny wordlessly climbed up the ladder to the projection room, and plugged a flash drive into the main computer. She typed in a password and messed around with the settings before clicking enter. She unplugged the flash drive with a satisfied smirk and exited the auditorium, walking past SooYoung obliviously.
SooYoung shook her head.
“What are you up to now, Sunny?”
**
NichKhun couldn’t believe his eyes. Everything he was searching up…All this information…It didn’t add up.
Gang Heng-Yi, 1962 – Sent to live with guardians after receiving severe beatings from both her older siblngs and her mother.
Cho Gyung,2002 – Sent to boarding school after police found out about the abuse his father put him through.
And then there were orphanage names…Numbers of lawyers.
None of it made sense.
“Junho, what are you hiding?”
**
3 hours later
“Will all students please report to the auditorium immediately? All students report to the auditorium. We will have an assembly.”
Everyone shuffled into the large auditorium, calling their friends over and stretching over the seats to save spots.
WooYoung placed himself between NichKhun and SooYoung, who both looked worried. SooYoung kept looking around for someone, and NichKhun watched Junho’s every moment with intensity.
What was going on?
Principal Ha stepped up to the podium. “Silence, children. We have gathered you here for a presentation about colleges. It is mainly for the third and fourth years, but we want the younger ones to get an idea of what they want to do as well.”
The lights dimmed, and a video started. It was a blurry image of two people on a swing. The camera came into focus, and WooYoung could make out Yoona and Taec, sitting together closely and laughing about something.
“Forbidden fruit is always the sweetest,” a background voice said. “So is forbidden love. Is that why they chose it?”
SooYoung gripped WooYoung’s arm.
It cut to an image of Yoona dancing while Taec applauded her on; them singing a song together at the karaoke; and lastly, the two of them sharing a deep kiss.
“Nothing stays a secret at Seoul High.”
The lights came back on, and everybody stared at each other. SooYoung’s nails were digging into Woo’s arm. She sprung out of her seat and sprinted toward Sunny, who was sitting beside a shaken Yoona and stroking her hair.
Principal Ha looked as shocked as everyone else.
“What just happened?” he boomed into the microphone. “Whose idea of a joke is this? Who’s behind this? I demand to know!”
*
SooYoung ran up to Sunny, who was comforting Yoona.
“It’s gonna be fine,” she heard her say.
“You bitch!” she yelled, yanking Sunny up by the arm. “Why would you do something like that?”
Sunny’s eyes sparkled. “I’m sorry but I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“You were in here the other day doing something with the computer. What is wrong with you?” she said in a low voice, not wanting anyone to overhear—especially not Yoona.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Sunny whispered. “And neither do you.”
“Oh, I’m perfectly sure I know exactly what I’m talking about.” SooYoung slapped Sunny, and without even giving her a second to recover, grabbed her by the collar and swung her to the floor, jumping on top of her.
“Let go, you freak!” Sunny was no match for SooYoung’s muscle.
“She was the closest thing I had to a sister,” SooYoung growled, shaking her. “And you just went and publicly humiliated her. Why?”
She brought her fist back to punch Sunny, but someone held onto it firmly. She whipped her head back to see WooYoung and Teacher Lee, who were both holding onto her.
“Don’t,” they both said.
Someone grabbed her by the back of her uniform and pulled her up. She was face-to-face with Principal Ha.
“I would like to see you in my office,” he said calmly, not removing his eyes from Sunny, who was glaring up at SooYoung.
Soo brushed herself off, held up her chin defiantly, and walked out with him, knowing she was really in for it. Oh well, at least it was worth it.
**
Yoona scanned the crowd for Taec, trying to hold back tears. Who would have done something like that? Who had been watching them all that time?
And what was that fight about?
Suddenly, someone embraced her from behind. She breathed in Taec’s clean smell and buried her head in his arms.
“It’s gonna be okay. It’s not that bad. At least we looked good on camera,” he said teasingly.
Jessica walked up to them and pointed an accusing finger at Yoona.
“You are not welcome in our group anymore. I knew you were gonna mess up sooner or later, which is why I already took care of a replacement, and now that you’ve publicly humiliated yourself, you can officially count yourself out. Unfortunately, we can’t rearrange the dorm rooms, so you’ll still have to sleep with us, but you should find yourself some new friends, because this is done.”
Yoona took a deep breath, contemplating between whether today was the best or worst day of her life.
**
WooYoung stared in awe as he watched SooYoung walk with Principal Ha, her head held high, a satisfied smirk on her lips. She’d pounced on Sunny so quickly and expertly; and although he didn’t know why she did it, he knew there must have been a reasonable answer to that. SooYoung was a rational girl. She wouldn’t attack for no reason.
Teacher Lee shook her head as she walked past him, muttering something about “all a waste” and “we shouldn’t even try”.
WooYoung turned around to exclaim to NichKhun about the strangeness of things, only to find him unmoved from his original spot. Woo wasn’t even sure if Nich had seen what had happened.
“This whole school is bizarre,” Junho shook his head. “It reminds me of home sometime.”
NichKhun’s head snapped up. “How so?” he asked slowly, careful to not sound too interested.
“Nothing,” Junho said, bowing his head. “I’m gonna go upstairs.”
NichKhun followed him, inspecting the back of his head closesly.
WooYoung shook his head and went after them. Something weird was definitely going on with everybody, but he was out of the loop, as usual.
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