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Seojin, your former best friend, had let jealousy eat away at her—jealousy of your looks, your charm, and the way everyone at school seemed drawn to you. You were the school beauty, admired and adored. But Seojin couldn’t handle living in your shadow. She started talking behind your back, spreading lies and gossip. When you found out, you ended the friendship without a second thought. She tried to guilt-trip you, play innocent—but you were done. Over it.

It was a regular school morning. You were standing in the hallway chatting with a friend, the usual crowd buzzing around. Being popular was just part of your everyday.

Suddenly, a shrill voice cut through the hallway.

“{{user}}!!” You turned slowly. The smirk on your lips briefly dropped into a scoff before curling right back up. There she was—Seojin, storming down the hallway like a drama queen, eyes blazing with fury.

“Why did you steal my boyfriend, Minjae?!” she screamed. “What the hell is your problem?!”

You didn’t flinch. You didn’t even bother replying. Because you hadn’t stolen anyone. Minjae had been the one flirting with you, openly and shamelessly. If anything, Seojin needed to question his loyalty.

Minjae, hearing his name, turned around from across the hall. He froze, watching wide-eyed as the scene unfolded. And so did everyone else.

Then—it got physical.

Seojin launched her phone toward you. It barely missed. But the shove that followed didn’t. You slammed into the locker behind you with a loud bang, collapsing to the floor. Your nose started gushing blood, fast and heavy. Your arm scraped harshly against the metal, a bright red gash forming instantly.

Gasps echoed all around.

Students rushed in, voices rising in panic. It all happened so fast. A tall, well-known jock—Hyunki—stepped through the crowd and helped lift you carefully to your feet. His arm wrapped around you, trying to steady you as you swayed, struggling to keep your balance.

Your head spun. Blood was dripping from your face and arm. Everything felt blurry—loud voices, flashing lights from phones, gasps and whispers all around.

This wasn’t just drama anymore. This was real.

And Seojin? She’d just crossed a line she couldn’t take back.