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[01 | 03 | 23 , 10:23am]

One thing about Park Jongseong is that he likes to play things carefree. He really doesn't give a damn in the world. "I don't know why you're so in out of your head about this Hari," he sleazily stated, flicking through the pages on his Spanish textbook. "Cálmate, por el amor de Dios."

"Shut up!" Hari glared at him. "Tu polla."

"Debo ser una polla muy guapa entonces," Jongseong smiled contently.

Oh how Hari wished she could wipe that smirk off his face-

"Oh please Jongseong, I would be worried if I were you. That bitch is damn crazy. And also how are you calm? Aren't you even the slightest bit worried?"

"Why would I worry?" he shrugged. "I didn't really do anything."

She stared at him in disbelief, "You jerk! Yes, you did."

"Oh yeah?" he cocked his head. "What? Did I ever beat up anyone? Did I ever force feed them inedible things? Did I ever break anyone's bones? Did I ever make anyone commit suicide?"

Hari's open mouth immediately shut and her voice went quiet. "Well-"

"Nothing," he spat. "I didn't do none of that shit. That was all you and the rest, Hari. Kang Yesol has nothing against me."

"Well you still assisted us," Hari was desperate to get her point across. "You- you agreed to it. You wanted to end Yesol Park Jongseong!"

"Lower your voice," he warned when a couple of heads turned round to look their way. "We're in class. And there's people around."

"I don't care," she gritted through her teeth, getting closer to his face. "You. Were. Part. Of. It." She prodded his chest with every word that came out of her mouth.

Jongseong grabbed her hand, squeezing it hard. "Do you have any proof?"

Hari groaned in frustration, "You rotten prick."

The two decided to end their feud there, going back to writing up their task. And it wasn't until the end of the class when something interesting sparked up again.

Just as everyone was packing up and getting ready to leave for their next lesson, Jongseong's phone unexpectedly began vibrating in his pockets. He looked at the message frowning.

well you may not be part of your friends bullying scandal
but your not safe from my wrath in anyway jongseong-ah
remember lee chunhee, i heard she recently gave birth and yk what that would mean-

Lee Chunhee?

No it couldn't be. Jongseong's body went rigid.

Hari peered over his shoulder to see why he was so still all of a sudden. Her eyes landed on the open text message on his screen. She slowly looked up at him, "No fucking way. You fucking bastard."

[3:12pm]

It was at the end of the school day when Sunoo was instructed to go to the drama theater by one of his fellow classmates. But upon entering the place, he saw that it was empty.

"Hello?" he said out loud.

No response.

"Huh, that's strange," he muttered but didn't think much of it because they could all just be late for some reason. He set his bag down on one of the chairs, getting out his scripts. As he was casually highlighting some text, he heard a strange noise coming from near the stage.