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※This is a human genre with no romance or flings.※
I hope you take this into consideration.
It's okay if you don't have a dream.
It's okay if you're not good at studying.
What you have is worth it.
Teacher's office
The homeroom teacher entered the staff room, placed the test papers on the table, and sat down. Seokjin followed suit. The other teachers nearby, wondering what was going on, began to glance around and secretly observe the situation.
"Kim Seok-jin, explain. What happened?"
"I just saw this for the first time too."
"I didn't do that. Where did I get the money to do this?"
"Then why is this in your bag?"
Seokjin sighed, running his hand through his hair, seemingly angry at his homeroom teacher for not believing him no matter how many times he told her. He didn't even believe his students, and yet he was still a teacher.
"I told you it wasn't me, someone must have put it there."
"Are you saying that someone deliberately put a test paper in your bag?"
"How can you believe me if I bring this to the principal's office?"
Seokjin tapped the thick test paper with his hand, revealing how dumbfounded he was. The homeroom teacher seemed to believe him, as he brought the test paper toward him and spoke.
"··· Go home first."
Seokjin didn't answer, just grabbed his bag and left the teacher's office. He skipped the academy and headed straight home.
***
Seoyoung's house
Seoyoung was still worried about Seokjin after he left the classroom, so she contacted him in the evening.
Seoyoung sent a message like that, but after an hour or two passed without a reply, she worried that something had happened, and then gave up and turned the phone over and went to bed.
And the reply didn't come even the next day.
***
The next day
Yoongi went into Class 3 with Seokjin as soon as he arrived at school. The students in Class 3 were gossiping among themselves while looking at Seokjin. Since he doesn't usually use social media, he didn't know anything and asked what was going on.
"Hey, what's going on?"
"Why are the kids talking to you like that?"
"Who put the midterm exam paper and answer sheet in my bag?"
Yoongi gasped at Seokjin's words and covered his mouth with his hand. "I can't believe something like this only happens to you in dramas." Yoongi was even more upset when Seokjin sat down, seemingly unfazed.
"Hey, what kind of new X is there who doesn't think like that?"
"If you knew that, shouldn't you have told your teacher, or your homeroom teacher?"
"I don't know, I didn't say anything."
Seokjin was already annoyed at being accused of stealing the test papers, and Yoongi was also bothering him. As Seokjin collapsed on the desk, Yoongi quietly patted him on the back.
***
3rd grade, class 4
"Hey, Lee Ji-eun."
"Wake up, I have something to tell you."
Yoon-gi returned to Class 4 and shook Ji-eun's arm, who was still sleeping. Then Ji-eun slowly raised her head and woke up.
"What is it?"
Ji-eun was fixing her bangs, her eyes still half-open, as she gazed at Yoon-gi. Yoon-gi sat down next to Ji-eun, observing the surrounding students' reactions before pulling his chair closer to Ji-eun.
"Yesterday in class 3... I wasn't the only one who saw it, right?"
"What."
"Baek Ha-yeon, what kind of paper is that she putting in Kim Seok-jin's bag?"
***
yesterday
Ji-eun and Yoon-gi, with nothing to do during break, headed to Class 3 to see Seo-young and Seok-jin. However, Seok-jin was in the teacher's office, and Seo-young was nowhere to be found in the classroom.
"Kim Seokjin isn't here."
"Yoon Seo-young isn't here either, let's go."
"Hey, wait a minute."
As Ji-eun was about to return to her class, Yoon-gi, seeing Ha-yeon's movements, grabbed Ji-eun's wrist and forced her to look back at Class 3. Ji-eun looked at Yoon-gi strangely, then followed him and turned her gaze to Ha-yeon.
Hayeon turned her head strangely, looked around, and then walked towards Seokjin's seat with a thick wad of paper in her hand.
And Hayeon put the paper she was holding into Seokjin's bag.
None of us, not even the youngest among us, is without fault.
- W. H. Thompson -