“Because I like Min Yeo-ju.”
Jimin's words caused Seokjin's brow to furrow for a moment, then relax. Then he turned his head diagonally and spoke to Jimin.
"so."
"what?"
“What does your liking Min Yeo-ju have to do with me apologizing to Min Yeo-ju?”
“And you’re so shameless, you’re the one who’s doing it.”
Jimin was speechless at Seokjin's words. It was annoying, but it was true. Jimin, even though he hadn't directly harmed Yeoju, was a bully who stood by and watched as she was bullied.
“See, you have nothing to say either. You and I both hurt him equally, but it’s fucking disgusting how you pretend not to.”
“…”
"You can't even win, so why come here and irritate people? You're the only thing that makes my face hurt."
“…But you’re my beloved little brother, so I’ll let it go. Don’t be so blinded by love that you think all your mistakes are gone, Park Jimin.”
Because you are just a perpetrator.
Seokjin finished speaking and slapped Jimin's shoulder hard as he passed. Jimin, helplessly pushed by Seokjin, stood there in a daze for several minutes.
“Fuck, you’re crazy. Park Jimin.”
I was under the illusion that Min Yeo-ju had forgiven me because I had treated her well.
So fucking disgusting.
{When a sociopath possesses a villainess}
17. Perpetrator
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“…”
During lunch time, the female protagonist was sitting alone in an empty classroom, writing a letter to someone with a fountain pen.
It was a good situation to meet Namjoon, who had come up to his class to study instead of going to the crowded library.
She sat still, her long hair always hanging down, and only tied the ends of it up so that it wouldn't get in the way. She was beautiful just by the atmosphere.
Namjoon, who had been staring at her as if he was possessed for a few seconds, only came to his senses and went back to his class when the hand of the woman who had been writing diligently stopped and she looked at him and spoke with her lips.
"Will you stop staring? You're going to see through my face."
"…ah."
…
“Could I ask what you are writing?”
Namjoon, who was talking to the female lead, asked in a voice that gradually became smaller as if his own conscience was pricking him.
The female protagonist was speaking while engrossed in her writing without even looking at Namjoon.
"no."
“Ah... yeah.”
As she watched Namjoon roll his eyes and blow air into his cheeks as if embarrassed by the woman's rejection, the woman sighed and said.
“…This is an invitation to our company's upcoming party. I'm writing this because I need to send it to foreign companies as well.”
“Oh… really?”
That's unexpected...At Namjoon's muttered words, the female protagonist wrapped the tip of the fountain pen in a handkerchief, wiped the spilled ink, closed the cap, and spoke to Namjoon.
"Yeah, that's surprising. The girl you used to ignore so much is better at studying and writing than you."
“No, that’s not what I meant..!”
“Even if that’s not what I meant, you’re right in thinking that way, right?”
“Why do you say that?”
When Namjoon, who was hurt by the female lead's words, answered, the female lead laughed and said.
“Huh-, so I should be nice to the kids who bullied me? If that’s what you think, that’s a bit fucked up.”
“No, I just…”
“Okay, don’t say anything. It’ll just make you feel bad.”
Namjoon, who interrupted Namjoon's words and said what he wanted to say before leaving the class, sat quietly for a long time, staring at the spot where Yeoju had left.
35
“…Fuck, it’s raining.”
Before he knew it, it was time to go home from school, and Jimin, who had been avoiding him all day, ended up walking home alone.
The female protagonist was traumatized by her father, who kicked her out of the house on a rainy day and left her there, using the excuse that she had spilled food while eating at home.
So, on rainy days, I skipped school…
How could I know that?
Jehee, who was possessed by the female protagonist, went to school without thinking about it, but when it started to rain, Jehee noticed it from his slightly shaking hands and rapid breathing.
In short, the current situation is fucked.
While I was wondering what to do, I saw Min Yoongi, the heroine's older brother, starting the motorcycle that was parked at the back gate of the school.
Since going home was the priority even if it was raining, I had no choice but to run to Min Yoongi with a trembling body.
…
“What the hell.”
Yoon-gi frowned and swore at the female lead who was riding in the back seat of the motorcycle with a helmet on for no reason.
“Get off right now. Who are you to be in here?”
“Oh..just give me a ride today..quickly.”
As I recalled that day, which became more and more vivid as it rained, I felt a heat rush through my body and felt like I was going to collapse.
“Stop being a jerk and get off.”
The female protagonist was unable to answer Yoon-ki, who was looking down at her with a face that had become cold and hard, and was just breathing heavily.
But because it was a subtle difference, Yoon-gi didn't notice and struck the female protagonist's helmeted head with his right hand.
thud-!
Yoon-ki was momentarily taken aback by the fact that the heroine fell more easily than he had expected, but was surprised to see the helmet broken by the impact on the asphalt and the heroine lying on the ground, panting for breath, unable to get up.
“What the hell? Why are you like that?”
“Uh..please save me..”
The sky spun around as her breathing became increasingly short and the air grew heavier. Yoongi was taken aback by the female protagonist, who spoke while crouching down, clutching her clothes tightly around her chest.
What the...? Hey...! Wake up! Min Yeo-ju!!
The female protagonist collapsed on the spot after hearing Min Yoongi's voice fading away.