❝Yejun, you son of a bitch, you got the easy way out.❞
• Yeoju high was a well-respected school whose students were full of different trades and abilities. They were qualified for guaranteed success in life with the skills taught in school. But did...
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"Keep your face always toward the sunshine - and shadows will fall behind you."
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Although Yeoju was a small place, it was full of talent and potential. At least that's what their high school slogan said. There wasn't a thing Yeoju Hight didn't have. It was raging with different clubs and extracurricular activities. From famous Yeoju sports teams all the way to the weekly newspaper. They even managed to possess a hockey rink and a soccer field. What a joke. How is it possible for a small place like Yeoju to have all that?
Hayun shifted in her seat, next to Aeri and Jimin. They were all very aware of the situation. Yejun might have been a very respected student. Soccer captain AND a student council president. The teachers adored him. But come on! A memorial? It was obviously for the school's reputation.
Principal Jung will surely make her write a report about this. She had a perfect title already. "High school students pretend like they don't know their beloved student, was brutally thrown from the highest building in Yeoju." She would love that title printed on the front page. Renjun would never approve, though.
Hayun glanced at the left side of the bleachers, where Jungwoo and his friends were sitting. The older boy shot her a worried gaze. They were friends for so long she knew what his look meant.
"I'm fine," she parted her lips, throwing a weak thumbs up. The boy just nodded his head, returning his attention to the middle of the court as soon as he heard the principal's voice.
"We have gathered here to pay our gratitude to one of our best students, Shin Yejun. The death of a loved one is the saddest thing we have to experience. So I express my deepest condolences to Yejun's family and friends-"
At that moment, Hayun completely shut down. The feeling of eyes and the sound of whispers that followed her made her skin rose in goosebumps. She wanted to cry, right then and there. Hayun felt Jimin moving closer and covering her body with her own, making sure no one sees her in this condition.
"You can cry, Yun. Nobody is looking."
They were quiet, barely hearable sobs, but they loudly rang in Hayun's head. This emotion she was feeling. It was guilt. Yejun, he didn't deserve this, any of this. Her heart clenched at the memory of the horrific phone call her mother received at exactly 2:34 am. If she just woke up, she could have caught him. She could have stopped him from leaving. She could have saved him.
The light strokes of Jimin's hand across her hair made Hayun burry her head deeper into the girl's chest. Yejun was her light at the end of the tunnel. Now the only match that was guiding her way through the dark was forcefully blown out. With her vision completely blurry and her nails digging into her palms, there was only one sentence circling Hayun's mind. It should have been me, not you. It should have been me, not you. It should have been me. Not you.
