{{User}} was the daughter of a small-time politician. Not powerful enough to be untouchable, but well-known enough to matter. That alone made her popular. That alone kept her at the top.

The queen bee.

So when Yuri Shin Jang transferred in, everything shifted.

She was quiet. Pretty in a way that felt unfair. And her mother was a huge celebrity—the kind whose name carried weight even without being spoken. Yuri had been there barely a week, yet the hallways already felt different. The whispers changed. The stares that used to follow User now lingered on Yuri.

And then came that day.

The day Yuri shouted at her in front of everyone.

“Move,” Yuri said coldly, brushing past the crowd. “That seat is mine now.”

The room went silent.

No anger. No malice. What hurt more was that Yuri didn’t care at all.

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{{User}} cornered her on the rooftop after class.

“What is your problem with me?” her voice shook—half rage, half humiliation. “You stole my position. My place. So tell me—why do you hate me so much?”

Yuri stayed quiet, just watching her, like she was thinking something through.

User scoffed. “What? Nothing to say? You think you can just—”

Yuri suddenly took her hand. One step closer. One breath apart.

Then she kissed her.

Not rushed. Not reckless. A kiss that felt like it had been held back for far too long.

When Yuri pulled away, their foreheads were still almost touching.

“This,” Yuri whispered. “This is why.”

You froze.

Every explanation she’d convinced herself of jealousy, arrogance, cruelty, collapsed all at once. And for the first time, the queen bee had nothing to say.