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The next morning, Mi-hee woke up with a heavy sense of inevitability weighing on her chest. She dressed quickly, opting for something simple but sharp—a crisp white shirt tucked into black skirt. She tied her hair back tightly, the neatness reflecting her attempt to control the chaos within.
The school day started like any other, though she could feel eyes on her more than usual. The gossip mill churned endlessly, and the whispers about her and Rian had only grown louder. But Mi-hee barely noticed. Her focus was elsewhere—on what she needed to do, and on the fractured relationships she was juggling.
At lunch, she found herself in the courtyard, sitting alone under the shade of a large oak tree. She pulled out her phone, scrolling through the endless stream of threatening messages she’d been receiving. They were becoming more frequent, more invasive. The anonymous sender seemed to know everything about her—her secrets, her past, her weaknesses.
Her fingers hovered over Jae-i’s contact before she sighed and put the phone down. Jae-i was already looking into it with Hera. Mi-hee couldn’t bring herself to burden her again, not after their emotional confrontation.
Her solitude didn’t last long. A shadow fell over her, and she looked up to see Rian standing there, his hands in his pockets, his expression unreadable.
“Mind if I join?” he asked, though he didn’t wait for an answer before sitting down beside her.
Mi-hee tensed, her mind immediately flashing back to their conversation that night. She hadn’t expected him to approach her so soon again, especially not so casually.
“What do you want, Rian?” she asked, her voice sharper than intended.
He smirked faintly but didn’t answer right away. Instead, he pulled out a sandwich and unwrapped it, taking a bite as if this were the most normal interaction in the world.
“I’ve been thinking about what you said,” he finally said, his tone light but his eyes serious.
Mi-hee stiffened. “And?”
“And I realized I’m not afraid of you,” he said, his smirk fading into something softer, almost... resigned. “You can do whatever you want. Expose me, ruin me. But if you think that’s going to make you feel better, you’re wrong.”
His words hit her like a punch to the gut. She opened her mouth to argue but found herself at a loss for words.
“I don’t want your pity,” he continued, his gaze unwavering. “But I also don’t want you to destroy yourself trying to destroy me.”
Mi-hee clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms. “You don’t know anything about me.”
“Don’t I?” he asked, tilting his head slightly. “I think I know more than you want to admit.”
The tension between them was palpable, the weight of unspoken truths hanging heavy in the air. Mi-hee hated how he could disarm her with just a few words, how he could see through her defenses so easily.
“I have to go,” she muttered, grabbing her bag and standing up abruptly.
Rian didn’t try to stop her, but as she walked away, his voice followed her.
“Mi-hee,” he called out, and she froze.
When she turned back, his expression was uncharacteristically serious.
“Whatever you’re planning... don’t let it consume you.”
She stared at him for a long moment before nodding curtly and walking away, her mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions.
That evening, Mi-hee sat at her desk, staring at her open journal. The pages were filled with meticulous plans, evidence she’d gathered against Rian, and a list of allies and enemies. It was all so calculated, so precise. But now, looking at it, she felt an overwhelming sense of emptiness.
She picked up her pen and, without thinking, scribbled over the pages, her frustration pouring out in the chaotic lines. When she finally stopped, the pages were a mess of ink, her once-perfect plans obliterated.
Why were both Kang Ha and Kim Rian so sure she would destroy herself?
Mi-hee leaned back in her chair, closing her eyes and letting out a shaky breath. She didn’t know what she was doing anymore. She didn’t know if she was fighting for justice or just fighting to survive.
All she knew was that the path she’d chosen was becoming harder to walk with each passing day. And she wasn’t sure if she had the strength to see it through. But she knew she was going to do it. If she wanted to be better than the twisted hierarchy, she had to be better. Be confident to fight against it.
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