Street Racer || Yang Jungwon

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—— Seori

Today is the dreaded Friday, the day Jiyeon had given me as the deadline to break up with Jungwon. I had spent the entire week avoiding him, hoping that my silence and absence would be enough to convince Jiyeon that I had complied with her demands. But as the hours ticked by, my anxiety only grew, a heavy weight pressing down on my chest with each passing moment.

In one of the breaks between classes, Jiyeon approached me, a smug smirk playing on her lips. "Well, Seori, it looks like your time is up," she said, her tone dripping with satisfaction.

I forced a tight-lipped smile, my heart pounding in my chest. "I did it," I lied, my voice barely above a whisper. "I broke up with Jungwon."

Jiyeon's smirk widened, and she reached into her pocket, pulling out her phone. "Good. Let's make it official, shall we?"

My heart lurched in my chest as she unlocked her phone, her fingers hovering over the send button. I felt a surge of panic rising within me, threatening to consume me whole. But before I could protest, Jiyeon's laughter filled the air, sharp and mocking.

"Did you really think I wouldn't send it to Jungwon, even if you did break up with him?" she taunted, her eyes gleaming with malice.

I stared at her in shock, my mind reeling with disbelief. I had been so naive, so foolish to think that I could outsmart her. And now, because of my own stupidity, the picture of me and Daejin would be in Jungwon's hands, and there was nothing I could do to stop it.

Before I could utter a single word, Jiyeon clicked the send button, her laughter echoing in my ears like a cruel reminder of my own folly. I watched helplessly as the message disappeared into the digital void, carrying with it the last shreds of my hope.

As the reality of what I had done sunk in, a wave of despair washed over me, threatening to drown me in its icy embrace. I felt sick to my stomach, a bitter taste filling my mouth as I struggled to hold back the tears that threatened to spill over.

Jiyeon's laughter faded into the background, replaced by the deafening sound of my own heartbeat pounding in my ears. I wanted to scream, to rage against the injustice of it all, but all I could do was stand there, frozen in place, as the world crumbled around me.

In that moment, I realized that I had lost everything. My relationship with Jungwon, my friendship with Yeji, even my own sense of self had been shattered beyond repair. And all because of my own foolishness, my own cowardice in the face of adversity.

As I stood there, alone and broken, I knew that there was no going back. The damage had been done, irreversible and absolute. And as the tears finally began to fall, I knew that I would never be able to forgive myself for what I had done.

—— Jungwon

I was deep into a game with Niki when my phone suddenly buzzed, pulling me out of my focus. Irritated, I grabbed it, expecting a message from one of my friends or maybe even Seori. But what I saw on the screen made my blood run cold.

It was a picture of Seori and Daejin, kissing in the café where they had supposedly met for a harmless coffee. The sight hit me like a punch to the gut, leaving me reeling with shock and disbelief.

"What the hell is that?!" I shouted, my voice echoing through the room.

Niki looked up from his game, concern etched on his face. "What's wrong, man?"

I thrust the phone in front of him, my hands shaking with anger and hurt. "Look at this," I spat, my voice thick with emotion.

Niki's eyes widened as he took in the image on the screen. "Whoa, calm down, Jungwon. Are you sure that's real?"