not sure if i should place a tw for this chapter, but just in case:
**trigger warning: detailed-ish panic attack.
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Having finished her lunch in records time (which may or may not have gained her a few odd stares), Yeongja excused herself to the bathroom.
Of course, the Kim girl hadn't actually have to use the bathroom, she just needed a breather away from people (which was for not, as lunch had seemed to come to an end just mintues after her exit, and student began to fill the halls).
Though, she wasn't involved in the fight (that thankfully didn't esculate by much and was put to a stop by their Disciplinary teacher), that took place not long ago, Yeongja hated conflict. She liked to avoid it at all costs. She'd take off running in the opposite direction to get away from it if she had to.
As the pink haired girl walk through the halls, making her way towards the bathroom her thoughts wander to Seojun.
She wondered what the fight was about. And why the two boys seemed so angry at each other.
But her mind mostly lingered on Seojun just casually sitting next to her.
"And you."
He wanted to eat with me? Not possible.
Maybe he just wanted to ask about the story? Why else would he want to eat with me?
Yeongja frowned and frowned as she continued to question Seojun's reasoning for his sudden interest in her. Starting from last night to this morning to just a few moments ago. Hell, maybe on her first day here — though, he was kinda rude.
There was nothing suspicious about the boy's actions, he didn't seem to have any ulterior motives, but Yeongja couldn't help but think, fear, he might.
Outside of Daeun, Mom, andDad...only one other person has been true to me and-
"Han Seojun, what kind of kid are you? Huh?!" Yeongja heard, her thoughts interrupted. She look up to see she was just outside of the teacher's lounge.
