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This article is fiction. It has nothing to do with reality.
I smiled at Jeongguk.
“I’m still alive, how can I die?”
“That’s true too.”
Jungkook smiled as if he found it funny, and I smiled at him too.
It looked like the fight was going to continue and a selection screen appeared.
1. But, it's true that he tried to die.
2. Should I do it moderately? I'm tired of fighting.
3. (Pin the textbook.)
"Number 3 is a no-brainer. Why bother studying all this way?"
‘It’s fun to pursue a little thrill.’
I chose number 1 with the same smile as before
Naturally, my hand touches the collar of my shirt.
“But, it’s true that I tried to die.”
I unbuttoned my shirt and showed Jungkook the rope marks on my collarbone.
“Ta-da - .”
Jeongguk looked very flustered by my actions and quickly turned his head away.
What should I say, I felt like I saw his expression even though I couldn't see it,
It felt more like hatred than discomfort.
And his lips opened and those resolute words came out.
“Clean it up.”
He frowned and checked the time on the watch on his wrist.
“Oh, okay.”
I was a little taken aback by his overreaction
Even if you think, ‘Isn’t this what you wanted?’
This seemed like the most obvious choice.
I think I spent the first period feeling a bit heavy and stuffy.
-
The one who woke me up from my nap after the first period was none other than Kim Taehyung.
“Hey, Kim Ye-na. Is that real?”
“F*ck, what.”
I was annoyed by Kim Taehyung waking me up from my deep sleep, but I had to answer what I had to answer.
"evidence."
“What traces?”
“I’ll take care of it since we’re family.”
Kim Taehyung quickly unbuttoned my shirt and glanced at my collarbone.
I said, pushing him hard.
“That bastard X.”
“Huh, really?”
Kim Taehyung acted like I was funny.
“Do you have to hold it in front of your eyes to see it? You have to do it in moderation.”
“No, I heard that rumor.”
“What rumors.”
“I saw evidence that Kim Ye-na attempted suicide.”
“That’s just a rumor. But it’s fun to fact-check, right?”
I was so angry I couldn't stand it.
I wanted to scream right now and get rid of that annoying guy.
However, however, Kim Ye-na's reputation will also be damaged.
To make matters worse, rumors were already spreading about my reckless behavior.
If you overreact, it will be stopped.
I had to come up with a solution. Somehow...
While I was thinking, a selection window popped up before my eyes.
1. Yeah, it's fun to fact-check.
2. Then why don't you at least take a picture?
3. It's not fun at all.
‘All the options are equally bad.’
‘Still, shouldn’t we at least make a little effort?’
I chose number 3 and grabbed Kim Taehyung by the collar.
“It’s not fun at all.”
And then he gently released the hand that was holding his collar.
His expression was a work of art.
The expression on her face, as if to say, ‘How dare Kim Ye-na grab me by the collar?’ was funny.
“Taehyung, are you scared? Don’t be scared, you won’t grow any taller.”
I stroked his hair lightly and left
Kim Taehyung seemed to have a fever.
-
I felt depressed and went up to the roof.
‘What kind of crackdown is this?’
As I open the rooftop door, I smile and go in as it opens easily.
On the rooftop, there was a mat that was almost completely worn out.
There were a few unused desks stacked next to it.
It looked like an ordinary rooftop, and I was lying on a mat that was almost worn out.
“Is skipping school really this good?”
I enjoyed the warm sunshine on the rooftop
Take out your smartphone and listen to some nice music.
While I was resting like that, I heard footsteps
I quickly turn off the music and hide behind the desk.
“There’s no one here.”
I heard a man's voice and fell silent because it was the first time I heard it.
Then I thought I heard the sound of a fire being lit.
The pungent smoke stung my nose.
I tried to block out the pungent smoke by covering my mouth with my hand, but
I felt like I was going to keep coughing.
at last...
“Cough!”
I ended up coughing loudly.
“?”
I closed my eyes, tense, as if the man was looking at me.
My body crouched down as much as possible and I wished I could disappear from this place.
“What, you’re a kid. A second grader?”
I looked at him, surprised by his accent, which was slightly mixed with a dialect.
“Huh...yeah?”
He had a cigarette in his mouth
The name tag had his name written in three letters: ‘Min Yoongi.’
“Are you in your second year?”
“That’s right...”
“Oh, you skipped class too?”
When I nodded slightly, Min Yoongi smiled brightly and said.
“Me too. What class are you in?”
“Class 3...but.”
When I spoke briefly and slyly, Min Yoongi frowned.
Just when I was thinking that I may have offended you for no reason
Min Yoongi speaks with an expression as if something has come to mind.
"Oh, did you feel uncomfortable speaking? You should let go too. We're comrades, after all."
“Then, Senior Yoongi?”
“You can call me whatever you want.”
Min Yoongi flicked the ash off his cigarette with his hand and tried to bring the cigarette back to his lips.
“Then, could you please put out your cigarette?”
Min Yoongi covered his face at my words and laughed, shaking his shoulders.
“Wow, you’re the first.”
"huh?"
“The kid who told me to put out my cigarette.”