“Hey, Min Yeoju. Wake up.”
…What the hell? No one at school ever bothers me.
Besides, I'm not Min Yeoju—I'm Woo Jehee.
But what is this? The strange air, the unfamiliar atmosphere pressing down on me. And…
Even the way that guy is looking at me with such disdain.
•••••
During a short nap at lunchtime,
I found myself inside the book I was reading.
And not just as anyone—
As the villainess.
01
“…What the hell is this?”
I sat up from my desk, lifting my head, only to see an unfamiliar school setting.
And surrounding me—seven guys.
I don’t know who they are, but I don’t like the way they’re looking at me.
“…Hey, why the hell are you staring at me like that?”
“What..?;”
“Is this some kind of new way to get attention? Talking nonsense like—”
“Shut up for a second. My head hurts.”
“W-what??”
Cutting off Jungkook’s words with a scoff, I focused on the memories slowly surfacing in my mind.
•••••
Name: Min Yeoju
Younger sister of Min Yoongi.
Absolutely hates Kim Yena.
Age: 17
Height: 168 cm
Weight: 49 kg
Background: An illegitimate child of a top-tier global corporation.
(Mother: Seo Hyerim / Father: Min Hyejun)
Situation: Constantly manipulated by Kim Yena, who frames her for everything while playing the victim.
•••••
“Ah, fuck.”
Frustrated by the ridiculousness of the situation, I muttered a curse, catching Seokjin’s sharp glare.
“What?”
“God, can you shut up already? You’ve been yapping nonstop next to me.”
Smack—
In an instant, my head snapped to the side. The remaining six just stared at me blankly, while I let out a small laugh.
“…Crazy bitch.”
Seokjin, looking at me as if he had touched something filthy, shook his hand off in disgust.
“You hit me first, remember?”
My eyes sparkled.
And then, it all happened in a flash.
I grabbed the cutter knife from my pencil case, flipped the blade up, and slammed it down between Seokjin’s fingers resting on my desk.
Then, as I stood up from my chair, I leaned in close to Seokjin’s ear.
“Don’t push your luck.”
My whisper sent a chilling sensation down his spine.
Watching Seokjin recoil in shock, his face turning pale, the remaining six also froze in place.
“Why do you all look like a bunch of startled idiots? Heh.”
“You’re nothing to me—”
"Min Yeoju...!"
“If you get it now, get lost.
That bastard who slapped me—leave before I turn one of your fingers useless.”
Despite the smile on my face, my threatening tone sent them all back to their seats.
Well, except for one person.
Park Jimin.
“…What? You’re not leaving?”
“…”
“What’s your deal?”
“You’ve changed, Min Yeoju.”
“What?”
“But… I think I like this new you.”
“…Are you serious?”
With a slight furrow of my brows, I glanced at him. Jimin let out a chuckle and walked past me to his seat.
•••••
02
Ah, damn… I need a cigarette.
Woo Jehee, not Min Yeoju, had a habit of smoking on the rooftop whenever she was in a bad mood—whenever she felt too angry to keep her expressions in check.
Still irritated by those seven earlier, I instinctively reached for my bag and pockets, searching for cigarettes.
Thud—
A familiar rectangular box.
I didn’t even have to take it out to know it was a pack of cigarettes. I stood up and headed to the rooftop.
•••••
Clank— Click—
After twisting the doorknob a few times, I realized the rooftop door was locked. Without hesitation, I pulled the hairpin from my hair.
Sliding the sharp end into the keyhole, I twisted it a few times—click. The door unlocked with ease.
As soon as I stepped into the silent space, I reached into my pocket, pulled out a cigarette, and placed it between my lips.
With a flick of my lighter, I lit the cigarette, then leaned against the railing, crossing my arms.
Holding the cigarette between my index and middle fingers, I inhaled deeply.
“…Tastes disgusting.”
Unlike Jehee, who preferred a more fragrant scent, Min Yeoju’s cigarettes were bitter as hell.
As I exhaled the smoke, my eyes landed on the label of the pack in my hand.
Black Menthol.
You and I really don’t have the same taste, Min Yeoju.
•••••
By the time I was finishing the cigarette, I flicked it to the ground and crushed it under my shoe.
Just as I reached for the door handle to leave—
The door suddenly swung open from the other side.
“What the hell, Min Yeoju?”
The girl standing there, looking me up and down with utter disgust, was…
Kim Yena.