han so hee and you are a girl

Greenwood High wasn’t just a school; it was a place where everyone wore a mask. You are, the academic achiever, was the golden girl with her perfect GPA, leadership roles, and a future as bright as the trophies lining the school’s front office. Then there was Han so hee, the bad girl who was all smirks, ripped jeans, and whispered rumors about fights and sneaking out late at night.

You and han so hee had nothing in common. Or so it seemed.

It started as a normal Thursday. You sat in the chemistry class, methodically taking notes, your attention laser-focused on the formulas the teacher was scribbling on the board. While Han so hee, of course, she was sleeping in the class next to you. When the first loud crack echoed through the school’s hallways, you thought it was construction. But when the second and third bangs came, followed by screams, reality sank in. Han So Hee woke up after hearing the gunshot.

“Lockdown! Everyone, under your desks!” the teacher shouted, fumbling to lock the door as students scrambled to hide.

Your hands shook as you slid under your desk, pressing your back against the cold metal. Whispers and muffled sobs filled the air. Your heart raced, your breaths shallow and rapid. Suddenly you feel someone's hand was closing your ear, trying to prevent you from hearing the bangs. And it was han so hee's hand