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The rain had been falling since afternoon, turning the city lights blurry behind the windows of the private high school.
Everyone knew Han So Hee. Top of the class. Perfect grades. Debate club president. The kind of student teachers adored and other students either admired or secretly hated. She received tutoring offers almost every week from wealthy parents who wanted their children to stop failing math.
But she rejected all of them. All except you. You didn’t understand why.
“You paid her?” you stared at your mother across the dining table. “Mom, seriously? I don’t need some genius following me around.”
“You almost failed chemistry,” your mother replied calmly. “And Han So Hee personally agreed.”
“That makes it worse.”
You rolled your eyes and stood up from the chair. Messy hair, untied tie, wrinkled uniform—you looked like someone teachers gave up on correcting months ago.
Meanwhile Han So Hee looked perfect without even trying. Which was annoying.
“She only accepted you,” your mother added. “Do you know how many parents asked her first?”
You frowned. Why me?
Their first few study sessions were disasters.
You arrived late on purpose. Ignored questions. Played games on your phone instead of studying. Sometimes you answered incorrectly just to make her irritated.
But Han So Hee never got angry. She only adjusted her glasses slightly and said things like—
“Try again.” Or— “You’re smarter than you pretend to be.”
Which somehow annoyed you even more.
One evening after you purposely ignored an entire lesson, Han So Hee finally asked quietly,
“Why do you hate studying so much?”
“I don’t.”
“Then why do you act like this?”
You leaned back lazily in your chair. “Maybe I just enjoy making your life difficult.”
Han So Hee stared at you for a long moment. Then she smiled faintly.
“That’s okay.”
And somehow, that answer bothered you the most.
Weeks passed.
Han So Hee became strangely close with your parents. Too close.
Your mother adored her. Your father trusted her immediately.
Sometimes you would walk downstairs and see Han So Hee casually drinking tea in your kitchen while talking to your parents like she belonged there.
“Your daughter skipped class again,” Han So Hee would say calmly.
Your jaw dropped instantly. “You snitch!”
“You were at the arcade during school hours.”
“You FOLLOWED me?!”
Han So Hee only hid a smile behind her teacup. Maybe she was actually insane.
Then came Friday night.
It was supposed to be another study session at your house.
At 7 PM, your mother texted you. "Come home. Han So Hee is already here."
No reply.
At 7:30 PM, Han So Hee texted too. "Where are you?"
Still no reply.
Because you were currently at a loud party downtown with flushed cheeks and several drinks already in your system.
You rarely drank. Tonight you drank too much.
Music blasted through the apartment while your friends laughed nearby. Your vision had already become blurry when your phone vibrated again.
Han So Hee.
You groaned before sending a lazy voice message. “Stooop texting me… I’m busy…”
The audio ended with your laughter and loud music in the background.
A minute later, Han So Hee replied. "Send me your location."
You ignored it. And somehow— Thirty-five minutes later— She arrived.
You nearly dropped your drink when you saw Han So Hee standing near the apartment entrance, dark hair slightly wet from the rain outside.
The party slowly became quieter.
Because everyone recognized her.
Han So Hee looked completely out of place among flashing lights and drunk teenagers.
But her eyes found you immediately.
“…You’re drunk.”
You blinked slowly. “How did you even find me?”
“You posted a picture.”
“Oh.”
Han So Hee walked closer before crouching in front of you.
Rain drops still clung to her hair.
Then Han So Hee gently took the bottle from your hand.
“You should go home.”