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T W E N T Y - F O U R

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Jung Miyoung POV

The next morning the hottest topic at school was Hyungwon's breakup. I could barely conceal my disgust, it seemed that the only thing teenagers valued nowadays was frivolous gossip.

I ducked into the bathroom to momentarily escape the whispering, and there, I heard very distinct sobs coming from one of the stalls in the corner

"Jiyeon?" I ventured

"Go away!"

Yup. It was her

"It's me , Miyoung"

"Oh"

I sighed. Poor girl. The most unfortunate thing had befallen her, she had feelings for Chae Hyungwon

"Hey, move over, I'm coming in"

I shimmied under the stall with very little elegance, dirtying my white blouse in the process. Jiyeon made a tearful chortle

"Wanna talk about it?"

Jiyeon wiped at her tears. She was a mess. Her eyeliner left grotesque black streaks down her cheeks

"Well.. Hyungwon dumped me. Over text"

"He's an jerk" I declared. It was true

She laughed shakily

We continued to talk for about a minute. We both laughed, with Hyungwon far, far from our minds. She was now calmed down

"Thanks, Miyoung" she said, opening the bathroom door

"No problem, Honey" I said.

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"Miss Jung, can I speak with you?"

It was Professor Son

"Uh, sure"

I gathered my books and approached her. Biology was the last class of the day

"I want you to receive one month of tutoring, once a week, from Chae Hyungwon"

I was livid

"What?"

"You heard me. You've failed a major test, Miyoung, it's school policy to assign you one month of tutoring!"

"But Professor Son! It was a one time thing, I swear to it! I'll never fail again!"

Professor Son was firm

"You will have him tutor you. You begin today, right now, in this classroom. End of discussion"

I groaned in protest just as Hyungwon walked into class, a mischievous and victorious glint in his eyes

"Well, well, well, Miss 62%"

"You!" I cried "How could you dump someone over text?"

"I never liked her. I didn't want her to cry in front of me"

I opened my mouth and closed it again. The nerve he possessed

Professor Son left, locking the door so that when we closed it would be locked. Hyungwon spent an hour tutoring me on stuff I already knew. We grabbed a few textbooks and began shopping them into the small utility closet. We had just finished the last load when I stepped backward and knocked the door closed

When I tried to open it again, it was locked