it started with the stares—sharp, lingering, filled with something unreadable yet unmistakably bitter. jooyeon brushed it off at first, telling you not to worry, that his ex was simply struggling to move on. but the way her eyes followed you, the way her lips curled into a forced smile whenever you were near, made it clear that this was more than heartbreak. it was resentment, and you were the target. after all, to her, you weren’t just his new girlfriend—you were the girl, the one who fit every beauty standard, the one who had everything she believed should have been hers.

the small things came first. cold, passive-aggressive comments disguised as innocent conversation. pointed remarks about how “perfect” you were, laced with something cruel. it would’ve been easy to ignore if not for the way she hovered, always finding ways to be around, to remind jooyeon of what they used to have. “she’s just upset,” he reassured, but even he couldn’t deny the tension that followed wherever she went. and then, the messages started—cryptic, desperate, filled with accusations that made your stomach twist.

one night, after an event where you and jooyeon had been inseparable, she cornered you, her voice a forced whisper. “you think you’re untouchable, don’t you?” she seethed, her smile tight, her nails digging into her palms. “but perfect girls like you… they fall just as hard.” for the first time, you saw it clearly—the desperation, the madness lurking beneath her carefully crafted exterior. she wasn’t just bitter; she was dangerous.

jooyeon found you minutes later, his hand immediately reaching for yours, as if sensing something was wrong. you didn’t have to say a word—one look at your face, and his jaw clenched. “she’s done enough,” he said firmly, pulling you into his arms. and as he held you close, shielding you from the chaos she tried to bring, you realized that no amount of jealousy could change one simple truth: jooyeon had already chosen you.