WHEN FICTION BECOMES FATE

Chapter 2: Despise

2022, 28th of January
Hyosan, South Korea
Hyosan High School

After settling down my bag, I went back to check if Cheongsan was okay, only to be greeted by him and Suhyeok in a funny situation.

I wanna tease them, but we're not even close, and my character is supposed to be the nonchalant, baddy MC (I'm delusional).

When they started going down, I also slowly went backward, watching the others help them in and seeing the small interaction Suhyeok and Onjo had.

“That should have been me.”

Where is the MC privilege when I want it?

“Close it already!” And there it is, Nayeon's annoying voice. “Close the window! Please!”

“Don't you see Cheongsan is coming in? We can't close it until he gets in.” Gyeongsu remarked.

Rolling my eyes I went back to the seat that I took earlier, which was beside Woojin.

“I can't stand you, stupid Welfie.”

Everyone went silent, not until Nayeon yelped as Gyeongsu harshly pushed her and Cheongsan, stopping his friend from doing anything more violent.

But that didn't stop Nayeon, “Did you just push me?”

“Yeah”

Having enough of the countless arguments, I spoke, “Will there be a time that you would stop talking anything bad about the people around you?” that was the wrong move; I should have just kept my mouth shut.

Nayeon turned her head and looked me in the eyes, “I'm so tired of people like you who think everyone is under them! You should have just stayed being a loser who doesn't speak until asked to!”

“By the way you're acting, you're the one here who thinks so highly of their selves!” I retorted completely irked by the way she had been acting.

“What did you say? You fucker!” she exclaimed, harshly pushing back my shoulders, making it hit the armchair; the impact was quite painful. “People like you deserve to die!”

“Sure! Let me do the honors!” I stood up and went my way to the door, not until Suhyeok blocked my way.

“Cut it out, what are you doing?” Ms. Park asked, standing in the middle of Nayeon and Gyeongsu.

“He hit me.”

“You called me a welfie first!”

“How about you [Y/N], where are you going?” Ms. Park was exhausted but I was too angry to even care.

“To do what Nayeon wishes for me to do,” I said as I looked back to Suhyeok’s tired and worried eyes.

“Come back here, we'll talk. What's a welfie?”

A minute passed, and no one spoke except Suhyeok, who was also doing his best to stop me from leaving the room. “A person on welfare, welfie for short,” he said.

“Nayeon, you were wrong. Don't you ever say that again? And, Gyeongsu, if you hit someone for saying that, you're the one who loses. You understand what I mean right?”

Letting out a sigh at the situation, I look down to avoid eye contact with the person in front of me.

I know it was a dumb move to agree with what Nayeon wanted, but everything is becoming more intense and hard to deal with; I should just end this right now.

But Suhyeok, out of everyone, I didn't expect it to be him who would be blocking my way.

“Let me out…”