WHEN FICTION BECOMES FATE

Chapter 3: Lost

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

“Maybe they're drawn to smell.”

“They go after you like crazy.”

“I don't smell.”

While the others busied themselves by talking to each other, I dug up my bag and found some wet wipes to clean the dried blood on my face. I also took off my blazer and put on the jacket I found earlier, zipping it close till it reached my neck.

After mending myself, I took the seat beside Namra and closed my eyes, attempting to rest before something happened again.

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“Why am I?”

And that was enough to wake me up; looking around, I saw how everyone's eyes were on Nayeon.

Everyone was forcing her to apologize, and all I could do was watch; I'd made up my mind. I'm stopping whatever she's about to do, I've already messed up the plotline by merely existing anyway.

My eyes followed her figure as she made her way inside, I stood up and went to the entrance of the recording room, keeping an eye on her every move.

When she grabbed his hand, that's when I went inside, everyone's eyes were on me, confused about my actions.

I snatched the handkerchief she was holding and looked at her in the eye. “Do you know that what you are about to do will be considered murder?” I asked with a hushed tone. “Why is it everything I do looks so wrong in your eyes?” Nayeon asked in the same tone. “Because it is wrong. I tried to understand how and why you were acting like this, but all I get is disappointment. I hate you, Nayeon.” she slapped me hard enough for my face to gain a bruise.

Meanwhile outside…

Daesu was chuckling all by himself and asked, “Do you think [Y/N] likes Gyeongsu?” Almost everyone reacted in a confused tone. “Not a chance, why would she—”

“But if you think about it, for the whole day, she'd always been the first to take Gyeongsu's side.” Woojin interrupted Jimin’s question and added to the conclusion. “No way! She's basically out of his—” the woman gasped, cutting her own statement.

“Nayeon slapped her,” Namra explained; Ms. Park then went to open the door, but it was locked.

“What? Why is it locked?”

Back to the inside…

“I swear, I'm going to kill you.” Nayeon's voice was full of hatred; Gyeongsu then went in between us to stop any more physical violence from happening. “Stop Nayeon, you're here to apologize to me, remember.”

“You thought I would apologize? Everyone is taking your side. I was cornered because of a nobody like you.” she said and snatched her handkerchief from my hand. I glared at her, turned my back at them out of frustration, and took a seat to where Gyeongsu was earlier.

But oh, how that small action made all my effort be in vain. I would never think that turning my back for a few minutes would make me lose someone I work so hard to be safe.

In that short moment, she pulled Gyeongsu's hand out and wiped the handkerchief on his hand. “Stay for an hour. Although I hope both of you never come out.”

Outside…

“She grabbed his hand, oh my gosh.”

“Talk about being forward.”