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February 27, 2018
"Yoobin, please come to the front." The high school classroom's teacher, Mr. Tuan, spoke.
With full obedience, a petite girl with short black hair shot up from her seat. Quickly, she slid her folders and large binder into her school bag, before scampering towards the teacher's desk in a hurry.
"Remember to review the last parts of the lesson that you're going to miss alright?" The teacher kindly reminded Yoobin, before handing her a blue piece of paper.
A school pass.
"Yes, Mr. Tuan. Thank you." Politely the girl said her thanks, before receiving the pass. Without so much as a look behind her she walked out the classroom's door and down the empty hallway.
The classroom's students eyes were glued to the door even after Yoobin was gone. Several students held jealous stares, but truthfully none of them even knew what was happening.
About two weeks ago, the girl had started leaving an hour before school ended every day. Almost no one had even known about her before then but her sudden departure brought up much attention.
"Mr. Tuan is that girl paying you so she can ditch class?" A tall boy in the back of the room asked all of a sudden.
"Kim Yugyeom, the situation is none of your concern. But, I will gladly assure you that Yoobin, is neither ditching class nor paying me," Mr. Tuan sighed back in response.
"Then why does she get to leave class early!?" Yugyeom whined.
"You should really stop butting into things that aren't any of your business," a girl promptly recited from her seat in the very front.
"Class rep, I believe this conversation between Mr. Tuan and I wasn't any of your business though?"
The girl stood up and puffed her cheeks, flaring red with anger. "Firstly, although I am the class representative I have a name and that name is—"
"That's enough!" Mr. Tuan smacked the white board loudly with a long yardstick, scaring several students.
"But Mr. Tuan—" the poor girl, Park Jihyo, tried to explain.
"Anyone who says anything more has detention! Got it!?" Jihyo slumped down into her seat as Yugyeom tried to muffle his snickers.
"Now get back to work!" Mr. Tuan shook his head in displeasure, and returned to grading papers at his desk. Meanwhile on the other side of the classroom, Yugyeom continued to fool around.
"BamBam, throw this at that girl. You have a better angle," Yugyeom told his best friend, handing him a crumpled paper ball and pointing to the girl who he had previously argued with.
