WHEN FICTION BECOMES FATE

Chapter 4: Outcast

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

I was sitting on the chair beside the window, Cheongsan in front of me and Suhyeok on the floor beside me.

“He was such a good kid. Why did he turn?” Daesu said in a downcast manner.

“I told you he was infected,” said Nayeon.

“Are you happy?”

“You were all wrong, only I was right. What if you didn't have me?”

Nayeon's behavior for the whole day made me lose my sanity. I am too angry at her that everything she did bothered me.

The way she was acting right now made me want to just shout and slap her but I cannot do that— no, I can't do that. It was not my place anyway.

It was Namra’s.

“—You rubbed that on Gyeongsu’s hand, right?”

“I didn't.”

“Earlier, [Y/N] stopped you but that wasn't enough because after she turned around, you took the chance to rub it on his hand… right? Your handkerchief is in your pocket.” Namra elaborated on her point.

This was such an iconic scene, but seeing it in person and being part of the incident wasn't iconic at all; it's traumatizing.

“—Who do you think you are? Is the class president special?!”

SLAP!

But that slap was still as satisfying as ever.

Though it did remind me how hard Nayeon slapped me earlier, my cheek still hurts if you touch it.

“Since when did you consider me your classroom president?”

“Namra, that's enough.” Ms. Park interjected. “Namra, do you realize what you're saying? If that's true, that means Nayeon killed Gyeongsu.”

“It's true, Nayeon killed Gyeongsu.”

“You fucking bitch.” Nayeon cussed and threw her handkerchief at Namra. “There you go, satisfied?”

“There's blood on it,” Namra stated.

“I wiped Gyeongsu's wound.” Nayeon defended.

“This is Gyeongsu's blood?”

“Can't you tell?”

“Then put it in your wound. Wipe your wound with it if you're so sure.”

“Like his blood is clean? He became a zombie.”

That made Namra irritated, and she harshly threw the handkerchief on the ground as she went close to Nayeon. “He was fine until you rubbed him with your handkerchief.”

“Nayeon, you—” Cheongsan stomped his way towards her in anger, but I was quick enough to pull him back by the hand, and then Suhyeok followed by blocking his way.

“Fuck, it wasn't me!” Nayeon exclaimed, about to wipe her handkerchief on her wound.

But before that could happen Ms. Park stopped her. “Don't do it. Stop it.”

“Let go.”

“I said to stop it. Give it to me.”

“Leave me alone! Fuck! I'll just die too, then. That's what you want, isn't it? What makes Gyeongsu better than me? That dirty welfie pushed me.”

“Nayeon, you didn't—”

“Hey, Did you do it? How could you— !”

Daesu gently pulled me away so he could help Suhyeok in stopping Cheongsan.