"Korea's famed novelist J.JK is currently facing backlash for his stories, with some claiming that he has lost his touch-"
J.JK or otherwise known as Jeon Jungkook. Has kept his identity from the public ever since, the beginning of his career and is...
THIS CHAPTER WILL TACKLE A SENSITIVE TOPIC: B*LLYING.
PLEASE LISTEN TO ONCE AGAIN BY MAD CLOWN AND KIM NA YOUNG WHILE READING
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ERELAH'S P.O.V
IS IT REALLY HER? that girl from eight years ago... I studied her facial features once again her eyes, nose, and lips. I can't believe I only noticed now. Is she really Hwang Minjung? am I dreaming?
"It's me Erelah, the girl you saved eight years ago, and also the girl who treated you like a ghost. It's me Hwang Minjung, and I want to say sorry." She said as she grabbed both my hands and started caressing them. I looked her in the eye and noticed that a tear left her beautiful eyes.
Then, all the memories from eight years ago started coming back to me. I thought I have somehow forgotten it, but turns out I was just hiding it in the back of my head... I didn't forget it. I just ignored it.
ERELAH'S P.O.V | THROWBACK: EIGHT YEARS AGO
It was currently lunchtime, and I was heading to the cafeteria all alone. Well, because I'm a transferee, but it's alright. Everyone starts like this when they go to a new school, so I'll eventually make friends later.
But while I was walking, I came to a stop when I heard laughter and silent cries. I followed the noise and was now in the back of the school, where students are rarely found. And there, I saw a girl crying as she was crouched down on the floor. Her face, hair, and uniform were all wet, and a shattered pair of glasses was beside her.
My eyes widened at the sight. I turned towards the group of four girls that were laughing, but it seemed like they weren't planning on stopping, as I saw the one in the center holding a bag full of flour. I looked at the poor girl once again and saw that she was shaking due to the wind that was hitting her wet body.
Then it happened. She looked in my direction, our eyes meeting for the first time. Her eyes were red due to her nonstop crying.
"You're really weak, huh? Despite your being this fat... You're this weak? HAHAHA," the girl in the center said, as the others laughed. The girl beside the one in the center walked closer to the girl and crouched down to her level, pointing a finger at her forehead, forcefully pushing it back.
