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number two
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her pov
It had been a few days since the "two-faced" incident, and honestly, things weren't looking great.
If you're wondering how that went, well, Jungwon left after I tried to explain myself. He didn't yell or argue; he just gave me one of those cold stares he's apparently mastered and walked off.
What's worse? He seems perfectly fine around everyone else—smiling, laughing, and generally being the class president everyone admires. But when it comes to me? It's like I've personally offended his ancestors or something. The moment his eyes land on me, they lose all warmth, and I'm left feeling like a ghost he's trying to ignore.
I told myself it didn't matter. I mean, why should I care what Yang Jungwon thinks of me? Right?
author pov
"Today, you'll all have club activities," Miss Eunhee announced as she gathered her things. "You may go to your clubs now."
The classroom emptied out as students eagerly packed up and headed to their respective clubs. But Hwayoung remained seated, unsure of where to go.
She approached Miss Eunhee hesitantly. "Um, excuse me. I'm not part of a club yet. Where can I sign up?"
The teacher smiled warmly. "You can check out any of the clubs today. Once you've decided, just let me know, and I'll help you with the paperwork."
Hwayoung nodded, thanking her before wandering down the hallway.
"Maybe I'll just try the Taekwondo club," she thought to herself. She had no real experience with martial arts, but it sounded cool. Plus, physical activity might help distract her from the growing awkwardness with Jungwon.
What she didn't expect, however, was to stumble straight into her worst luck yet.
her pov
The moment I stepped into the Taekwondo practice room, I felt every single pair of eyes in the room land on me. I froze in the doorway, clutching my bag tightly. Why was everyone staring? Was I not supposed to be here?
A boy approached me, and for a second, I thought maybe he was going to help. But then, I heard his voice.
"Are you going to stand there and not apologize?"
I blinked, confused. My eyes darted to the speaker, and sure enough, it was Jungwon. Of course. My luck just couldn't get any worse.
"Apologize for what?" I asked, tilting my head.
His cold stare intensified. "You interrupted our practice. And after what happened last time, I thought you'd have at least some manners."
I raised an eyebrow, growing more irritated by the second. "Do I have to? You're not the club president."
A collective gasp swept through the room. Students whispered to each other, exchanging shocked glances.
Jungwon's jaw tightened, his eyes narrowing as he crossed his arms. "Actually, I am the club president. And I thought I might forgive you if you apologized. But I guess it's too late for that now."
I swallowed hard, my cheeks burning with embarrassment. Great. Just great.
"Go run 10 laps around the practice room," he said, his tone leaving no room for argument.
"WHAT? I can't just run in here! It's crowded and exhausting—"
"Do you want to repeat that?" His voice sharpened, and I flinched at the sudden authority in his tone.
I glared at him, my fists clenching. "Ugh, I hate him," I muttered under my breath before reluctantly heading toward the edge of the room.
author pov
The other club members exchanged amused glances as Hwayoung started jogging around the room. Jungwon watched her with an unreadable expression, his arms still crossed.
"She's got guts," one of the seniors whispered to him. "Most people wouldn't dare talk back to you like that."
Jungwon didn't respond, his gaze following Hwayoung as she huffed and puffed her way through the laps.
Maybe it was annoyance, or maybe it was something else entirely, but there was a small, almost imperceptible smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.
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