“Seulgi, right?” she asked, easing into the seat beside me like she owned it, like she owned everything.

Of course it was her. The girl everyone adored. Brilliant, beautiful, born with everything I never had. The kind of girl who gets praised just for breathing, while people like me have to claw for scraps of recognition.

I didn’t bother looking at her at first. I didn’t need to. I already knew her type.

“…Yeah,” I replied, flatly. No smile. No warmth. Just enough to make her leave me alone — I hoped.