𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗚𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗧 𝗪𝗔𝗥 ━━━ ❝ there's no morning glory, it was war. ❞
𝘁𝗼 preying eyes Han Ji-Ah had it all . . . from
rich background to a very promising future
with Han dynasty at he...
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❝ sweet dream was over ❞ ｡☆★━━━━━━★☆｡
FOOL.
That's what Han Ji-ah was. A complete fool.
How could she not have seen it? Noticed it? How was she so blinded by the butterflies that swam through her guts whenever Jae-Joon was around?
She should have known.
She should have been more aware of her surroundings. If she was just careful enough, she could have seen the misery her so-called friends brought to her classmates.
If only she wasn't so ignorant and a fool in love, if she could even call it that.
Of course, she was aware of the daily teasing and pushing during the class, but it didn't come close to what she had witnessed in the gym class.
Ji-ah had confronted them.
"It was a joke," Yeon-Jin said.
"A joke?" Ji-Ah's voice rose, her anger bubbling to the surface. "You call kicking and slapping someone a joke? You think that's funny?"
Hye-Jeong stepped forward; her expression was stony. "Look, Ji-Ah, we didn't mean for things to go that far," she said, her voice devoid of any remorse. "But Soo-Hee was always so sensitive, it's not our fault she couldn't handle a few jokes."
"Jae-Joon, say something," Ji-Ah demanded, her voice breaking with emotion. Jae-Joon remained silent; his face expressionless—he had nothing to say. "Do you think this is funny? Do you think it's a joke to make someone's life a living hell?"
Her deep, hungry eyes pleaded for something . . . something so rich and profound that it made Jae-Joon want to drop on his knees before her, just for her. But he couldn't.
He wouldn't.
Jae-Joon's demeanor shifted, a brief glimpse of inner turmoil slipping through his usual facade. "You don't understand, Ji-Ah," he uttered, his voice low and tense, betraying the conflict within.
Ji-Ah shook her head, her eyes filling with tears. "No, I don't understand," she admitted. Her voice was barely more than a whisper. "But one thing's clear—I can't continue like this. I can't bear to see you ruin someone's life for your own pleasure."
