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SEVEN DAYS HAD CRAWLED BY SINCE THE DAY Y/N TOOK THAT TEST—and that last brutal assault. The same day her attackers were suspended, and today was their grand re-entry into the school. Along with them? A certain troublemaker who'd beaten them to a pulp. The rest of the week had actually gone smoothly, much to her surprise. Some students, having seen what happened, rallied around her in a protective squad. They were even growing on her now that she knew them a bit better.
Meanwhile, Yoo-mi, previously untouchable, was now on the receiving end of student mockery. Her former minions had turned, firing paper wads at her from across the room, chuckling at her discomfort. y/n would've felt bad, normally. But knowing all she'd done? Nope, that girl deserved every bit of it. Apparently, Yoo-mi wasn't just a bully—she was a cheater, too. On who, y/n didn't know, but it sounded like a scandal that rocked her reputation hard.
In the middle of the chaos, Kevin—the New Orleans transfer—rigged a makeshift slingshot with a rubber band and a couple of pens, aiming straight at Yoo-mi. Only, it backfired, whirling straight toward his own girlfriend, smacking her with a solid thwack. The class collectively gasped, then erupted into laughter as she whipped it right back at him, hitting him dead in the nose.
"QUIET DOWN, YOU PUNKS!" the teacher roared, his voice barely above a wheeze. But before he could dole out one of his dreaded cleaning sessions as punishment, the final bell echoed through the classroom, signalling their freedom.
Everyone scrambled to pack up, practically tripping over each other to escape. y/n joined the throng, weaving through the mess, trying her best to ignore Kwon as she brushed past him. She was so done trying with him. But this time, he didn't let her off that easy. "Hold up," he said, grabbing her backpack strap and yanking her back.
"What do you want?" she hissed, barely masking her irritation.
He gave her a slow once-over, eyes lingering a little too long on the bandages across her nose. "Just checking if you're still in one piece, princess," he said, his tone casual but taunting as he tilted her chin up. His thumb brushed against her cheek, checking for bruises like he actually cared. She was still sporting that ridiculous cow-print bandage, and Kwon had the audacity to raise an eyebrow, snickering under his breath.
Y/n huffed, pulling her face out of his grasp. "Yeah, yeah. My nose is broken, not my pride. You can take your faux-concern and shove it."
Kwon's smirk only widened, his eyes glinting with an amused spark. "Oh, so you actually think I care?" He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a taunting whisper. "Cute."
