*Dohun's point of view*
"...are you okay."
That means.
Actually, nothing was okay.
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Kim Do-hoon.
My homeroom teacher called me to the teachers' office.
"You did well on this mock exam too."
"...thank you."
You must have studied a lot lately.
I laughed softly.
It wasn't just a lot.
Ever since I became a sophomore in high school, every day was dedicated to studying.
Solving workbooks until dawn.
Memorize English words before going to school.
I went into the study room even during lunchtime.
The friends said.
You were always good at it.
no.
It wasn't something I was originally good at.
There was someone I wanted to follow.
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"hey."
First year of high school.
As I held the test paper, I turned around first.
Yeoju.
"...why."
How many points.
"why."
"just."
The female lead handed over the test paper.
I laughed for no reason after checking the score.
"...also."
I lost again.
The female lead was always ahead of me.
The exam, too.
Announcement too.
Performance assessment, too.
Speaking in front of friends, too.
I was always confident.
I always had to follow Yeoju.
I had to follow them all the way to college.
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I studied even harder when I became a sophomore in high school.
If I got a problem wrong, I solved the same type of problem again ten times.
I also wrote an incorrect answer notebook every day.
Whenever my friends asked me to go out, I made up an excuse and went to the library.
Just one.
In the next exam.
I wanted to see the female lead better than the male lead.
Whether it's being first in the whole school.
Whether you are ranked 10th in the whole school.
It didn't matter.
My goal is always
It was Kim Yeo-ju.
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"Dohun!"
My friends caught me in the hallway.
"Hey, I'm number one in the whole school!"
Congratulations!
I just laughed with a bewildered look on my face.
Even at that moment.
I had nothing but other thoughts in my head.
What rank is the female lead?
As soon as I entered the classroom, the first thing I saw was Yeoju's seat.
It was empty.
Where did it go?
I asked my friend.
Where did Yeoju go?
The faculty office.
"...why?"
"counsel."
I felt unnecessarily worried.
Is something wrong?
Did the grades turn out worse than expected?
After thinking it over for a long time, I finally headed to the teachers' office.
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End of the hallway.
The female protagonist was standing looking out the window.
Usually.
They would have joked around with a smile first.
Today, his expression was strange.
still.
I couldn't just pretend not to notice.
Yeoju.
I slowly approached and spoke to him.
"...Is it over?"
"...huh."
I answered, though.
His voice lacked strength.
Then, it suddenly occurred to me.
Photography Club Assignment.
I wanted to use this as an excuse to continue the conversation.
That's good.
I held up the camera.
"Can you take a picture of me?"
"...no."
I usually found it bothersome, though.
I have never been this resolute.
It'll be over soon.
I don't want to today.
"...why?"
I really didn't know the reason.
I know you're in a bad mood, but...
Did I do something wrong?
I couldn't think of anything, no matter how hard I tried.
Just one.
The moment I took a step closer.
"I told you I didn't want to!"
puck.
The arm was pushed.
The camera slipped out of my hand.
Click.
The sound of the lens hitting the floor echoed in the hallway.
"..."
It felt like my breath was taken away for a moment.
I picked up the camera and checked its condition.
The lens is broken.
I bit my lip for a moment.
and.
He raised his head.
The female lead had a face that looked like she was about to cry.
"...sorry."
The moment I heard that one word.
I don't know why, but...
I realized this wasn't because of the camera.
The female lead.
I've been holding it in all day and finally snapped.
"...are you okay."
It wasn't okay.
but.
If I say that now.
It seemed like the female lead would have a harder time.
It just needs to be fixed.
It was a lie.
I knew the repair costs would be quite high.
still.
I hated it even more when the female lead looked like she was about to cry.
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Since that day.
The female lead did not speak first.
me too.
I couldn't bring myself to strike up a conversation.
Maybe it's because I feel sorry.
Maybe it's because it's uncomfortable.
or not.
I wonder if they really have come to hate me.
In the end, I couldn't ask the reason.
Time passed like that.
We were in the same class, but.
The graduation ceremony, too.
The entrance ceremony, too.
We couldn't even say a proper greeting, unlike childhood friends.
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"...Kim Do-hoon."
I came back to my senses at my mom's voice.
Why are you so quiet too?
"..."
Did the two of you still fight even after coming to college?
I put down my chopsticks and laughed softly.
"no."
We have never fought.
That day, too.
today.
Because I still don't know.
I don't know why Kim Yeo-ju came to hate me so much.
