TRIGGER WARNINGS: alcohol, drugs misuse + dealing, gangs, violence, vaping, r@pe, s3xual assault/harassment, uhm.. murder???
❝no body, no crime,
but I ain't letting up
'till the day that I die.❞
as the two representatives for their class at decelis...
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'forgiving who you are,
for what you stand to gain
Just know that if you hide,
it doesn't go away.'
'tuesday, 2nd october, 15:31pm.'
JIHYE bolts out of her last period class, waiting outside jungwon's classroom whilst panting profusely. she's not made for track, clearly-- but its urgent. "JUNGWON!!" she practically almost pounces at him as he walks out of his class, leaving the poor boy absolutely bewildered-- catching some of his classmates' attention.
"christ, what's up with you?" jungwon scoffs, before yelping as she drags him away.
"there's so much I need to tell you."
"me too." he sighs, a bit more relaxed now that they're not near so many people. "but can we go to my locker first? i need to take my pe kit home."
jihye sighs, grumbling. "fine." she follows beside him, trying to catch her breath, as he snickers.
"have you not deduced that you're just not made for running?" he grins, stopping at his locker.
"are you body shaming me? calling me fat?" she responds, calmly, as he grows flustered, his cheeks pinkening. "what- no!!" he exclaims, as she laughs, tilting her head towards his locker. "hurry up. it's urgent."
jungwon scoffs, glaring at her as a silent response.
but as he turns back to his locker, he feels his heart, yet again, drop to his stomach.
in the middle of his locker lay a piece of neat paper, the words 'give it all up, jungwon.' printed in the middle. he picks it up, panicked, which catches jihye's attention.
"what's up with you?" she snickers, moving beside him as their shoulders nudge, taking the note off him.
her smile drops.
she frowns, flipping it to the back, and then back to the front. "what the hell.." she mutters.
"quick. lets check yours." jungwon speaks, his voice trembling, as he grabs his pe bag and follows behind her, as jihye jogs over to her locker, which, thankfully, isn't too far from his.
she unlocks it with shaky hands, wincing as she slowly opens it.
the words 'give it all up, jihye.' are printed neatly in the middle of her paper, as she turns it around, and turns to jungwon, distressed.
"shit. we're fucked." she sighs, leaning against the lockers. he softly takes her note out of her hands, comparing it with his.
