til the end

6.

y/n y/l/n

"I told you all," Na-yeon said smugly, "he was infected."

"Are you happy now?" Dae-su cried.

I stood by Cheong-san's side who ignored the argument behind him and kept focusing out the window.

"You were all wrong. Only I was right. What would you do without me?"

"Why don't we find out?" I walked towards her, only to be stopped by a tight grip around my arm. My body soften as Cheong-san shook his head tiredly. On-jo was sitting with Ji-min and Hyo-ryung. It wasn't a talent of hers to comfort people.

"Maybe you did it." Nam-ra called out, aiming at Na-yeon.

"What?"

I turn my head toward the conversation while Cheong-san didn't move a muscle.

"I saw everything, Na-yeon.."

The pink jumper girl stood up eye leveled with Nam-ra. "What? What'd you see?"

"You're the one who did it."

"What are you talking about? What did I do, huh?" She tried to sound threatening. "I didn't do anything to Gyeong-su!"

"I didn't say anything about Gyeong-su."

This caught the boy's attention next to me. Cheong-san turned away from the window.

"I didn't do anything." Na-yeon repeated.

"While everyone was looking at Gyeong-su through the glass, you were in the back, alone." Nam-ra then pointed toward the broken mop. "You wiped your handkerchief with the blood from the stick."

"No, I didn't."

"You wiped that on the scratches of Gyeong-su's hand."

"I did not." Na-yeon denied.

"It's in your pocket."

"So what?"

Nam-ra held out her hand. "Take it out."

"I said no." She hit her hand away.

"Should I take it out?" The class president taunted.

She went to grab the cloth from her pocket only to be warded off. "Who the fuck do you think you are? Class president?"

A hard slap met the cheek of Na-yeon. "OH!!" I screamed excitedly. Ms Park sent a hard glare my way and I hid it with a cough. Even Joon-yeong stood up.

"You never treated me like class president."

"Nam-ra, that's enough." Ms Park stride toward them. "Nam-ra, if what you're saying is true, then that means Na-yeon killed Gyeong-su."

That's all I needed to hear.

"Na-yeon...killed Gyeong-su?" I clenched my fists. Something about her makes her face very punchable.

Dae-su, Wu-jin and Su-hyeok glanced nervously at me and Cheong-san. I figured they haven't seen me angry before, so why not give them a show, huh?

You know how people say that women were more emotional compared to men? Well, I say that my tasks connect with my emotions, whether I feel like it or not. And I always try hard to achieve my goal.