Untold Imagines (Jinjoo)

Jealous (GP)

A small carton of milk was seen flying across the cafeteria, landing straight on a girl's head. "Aish..." Yujin shut her eyes for a moment, calming herself down, wiping beads of milk off her shoulder.

A girl, Kwon Eunbi, specifically the school's bully, goes up to her. "Don't cry over spilt milk, welfare." she tapped on her shoulder, trays of finished food being dumped onto hers. That's what they all call her, welfare. A name for those surviving under the school's donations.

But little do they know, she's owned by the person providing those funds—specifically funds to run this school.

"You're not clearing it?" Eunbi asked, going up to her when she saw Yujin not picking up the toppled trays. She was about to pull her up by the collar until someone cut in, grabbing her hand, and forcing her a meter away—someone tall.

"What are you trying to do, sunbae?" she asked, looking back to see Yujin's hands balled up into fists, about to throw them at Eunbi. The older girl looked at her from head to toe, lifting her name tag slightly. "Jang Wonyoung. Who are you to butt into other people's business?" she put on a smug look.

"Who are you to treat her like that, sunbae?" Though she's outraged, she still manages to keep her respect, bewildering Yujin who was just sitting there with hair drenched in milk. "Wow." the girl mouthed, watching the taller girl looking down at the bully.

Eunbi scoffed. "She thinks she can—yah. Do you want me to kill you?" Before she could lay a hand on Wonyoung, the girl held onto her wrist and twisted it slightly till she was wincing in pain. "You shouldn't be treating your junior like this, right sunbae?" Wonyoung tightened her grip, watching her grimace.

"Y-Yah, you're not gonna let me go?!" Eunbi half-shouted while the girl pulled her to stand properly. She then let her go, patting Eunbi's uniform straight. "Actually, I shouldn't be mixing with you. But your father (the dean) wouldn't like hearing about this." Wonyoung smiled innocently, confusing the latter.

"But what can we do?" she shrugged, pointing at the entrance of the cafeteria. "He's right there," Wonyoung said, all eyes turning to look in that direction.

"Kwon Eunbi!" the man's voice shrieked through the place. "Oh fuck." they started scampering out, being chased by the middle-aged men while Wonyoung turned around.

"Are you okay?" she asked Yujin, awkwardly drying her uniform. She gave her a thumbs up. "You're cool," Yujin said, smiling geekily.

Wonyoung chuckled. "But who are you? I've never seen you before." Yujin asked while the girl pulled out her handkerchief from her pocket, handing it to her. "I'm the vice president of the school?" Yujin blinked, wiping her jaw using the cloth.

"Ah...vice president." She must've been too quiet in this place, not being aware of what was happening in school anyway. No one wants to befriend her or whatnot. "So the rumours are true. You don't socialise here well." Yujin just smiled.

"I'm Jang Wonyoung. Class 2-1." she extended her hand while Yujin took it. "Oh? Same year. Ahn Yujin, class 2-2." she introduced.

"I know. You're kinda famous." Wonyoung said, releasing her hand. "But...why did you help me? You could've been beaten up by them." Yujin asked, watching the girl sit beside her.

"I couldn't take it. How can you just let them do all that to you? Do you not have pride left within you?" Wonyoung asked while the girl shook her head. "I don't find purpose in taking revenge," Yujin answered, going back to eat her food despite the whole incident happening.