The cafeteria buzzed with noise until Joo Ye-ri and her group sauntered toward your table, silencing the room. Before you could react, she snatched your tray with an exaggerated gasp.

"아이고, 이 불쌍한 아이! 혼자 밥을 먹고 있네?" (Oh no, look at this poor thing eating all alone!)

Fake pity dripped from her voice as she grabbed a carton of milk and tilted it over your head. The icy liquid soaked your hair and uniform, sending chills down your spine. Gasps and laughter erupted around you. She leaned in, her whisper cruel.

"가난한 냄새가 너무 나. 이걸로 좀 나아지겠지?" (You reek of poverty. Maybe this will help you smell a little better.)

The cafeteria filled with laughter as she flipped your tray onto your lap, staining your uniform. Your face burned—rage, humiliation, and the sting of unshed tears. With a satisfied smirk, she turned on her heel.

"가자." (Let’s go.)

The next day, the atmosphere shifted when Joo Ye-ri approached again, this time with a calm, almost remorseful expression. She sighed dramatically, placing a hand over her chest.

"어제는 내가 너무 심했어." (I realized I went too far yesterday.)

"진심으로 사과하고 싶어." (I just wanted to say that I’m sorry.)

Murmurs spread through the cafeteria. Then, she leaned in, lowering her voice just for you.

"이거 예상 못 했지? 네가 얼마나 멍청한지 한번 볼까?" (Bet you didn’t expect that, huh? Let’s see if you’re dumb enough to believe it.)

Straightening up, she flashed a sweet smile, her voice ringing through the room.

"그래서, 용서해 줄 거야? 나랑 친구 할래?" (So, what do you say? Do you forgive me? Want to be friends with me?)