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“Choi Do-hyun… fought?”

Jeong Ye-rin couldn’t believe the news she heard.

It might have been at the beginning of the semester, but now she knew he had changed.

He was never one to cause trouble.

“Okay. The Seondo Committee will be held, so Yerin, prepare yourself too.”

“Teacher, are there any other people…?”

“The grade director and the principal will also come… The work is a bit big.”

The lead committee is decided based on the severity of the case.

If the task is somewhat light, a leading committee consisting of a teacher in charge and student members will be formed. If the task is serious, the leading manager and adult teachers will come together to lead the committee.

The presence of teachers shows that this is a serious matter.

“…Okay.”

She answered the teacher.

‘This, maybe…’

If the convened committee helps Choi Do-hyun, wouldn’t it be helpful in building a relationship like before?

Previously, she would have attended the committee meeting, sighing and repeating, ‘Choi Do-hyun again…’

Now she had no doubt about Choi Do-hyun’s innocence.

If something went wrong, there must have been a good reason.

If someone got hit, they would have done something to get hit.

Director Seon-do, who wanted justice, now saw the problems within the school as an opportunity to reconcile with Do-hyeon Choi.

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The classroom where the committee meeting is held.

Several people, including teachers, were sitting in a row with desks close together, and Choi Do-hyeon was sitting across from them.

It was like a many-to-one interview.

‘Dohyeon….’

It had been a long time since I looked at his face from the front for such a long time.

All I can see at home are still pictures.

She thought about herself from a few days ago.

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‘Dohyeon….’

A few days ago, Jeong Ye-rin was curled up on the bed and opened a photo album.

I saw Choi Do-hyun and myself smiling.

How did this happen?

Clearly, I believed I could maintain this relationship for at least a few months.

Traveling here and there with him and making happy memories.

Add records to your photo album and fill your diary with good experiences.

Sometimes, if he wants, he allows skinship and enjoys dizzying pleasure.

It was a future that had now disappeared.

I missed his voice and his warm touch.

I liked how he sometimes approached me with a sneer and shamelessness, and at other times, he approached me roughly like a wolf.

When he whispered with a buttery smile, my ears felt like they were melting, and when he pushed himself against the wall, breathing heavily, adrenaline and oxytocin flowed through his veins, giving a thrill to his entire body.

Also, looking back, it was nice to secretly offer my thighs and hold back the noise in places like movie theaters.

At that time, I missed the warmth of him groping my legs.

The warmth of your palms and fingers touching your skin chilled by the air conditioner, the scent of his body penetrating into your nose when you lean in.

His solid body touching my head, his voice whispering in my ear.

I missed everything.

Patter, tears fell again.

Water filled my eyes, reflected light, and my vision became blurred.

Lately, I’ve been going back and forth between joy and sadness, as if I’m suffering from bipolar disorder.

The joy when recalling memories, and the sadness when realizing the reality that they are now gone.

I definitely didn’t think I was into it to this extent…

Suddenly, she seemed to like him more than she thought.

Like clothes getting wet in a light rain, like small water droplets piercing a rock.

When he was next to me, I thought he was just a person who made up my life and those around me, but when he disappeared, I couldn’t handle the empty space.

No one else could fill this.

There was a time when I tried to cheer myself up by thinking it was no big deal.

The mind could not follow the will.

If I lost my mind for a moment, I quickly returned to the photo album and was flipping through the screen, and soon I was reading the diary in a trance.

It was hard not to see him smile at her, but what was even harder was the feeling of guilt that she felt for having hurt him.

He clearly confided in him a past trauma.

She directly betrayed his trust and broke him down once more.

When I thought about that thought, I felt like I was going to get sick with disgust with myself.

Follow the rules?

under.

Who was talking about justice and discipline to whom?

How could a bitch like me be holding the position of leader?

“…Ha.”

Cynicism burst out.

I couldn’t be this hypocritical.

‘Sorry…’

I kept repeating words that would not reach him over and over again.

From that day on, I felt dizzy.

No matter what I do, I can’t concentrate, and I keep coming back to thinking about him.

It wasn’t safe to sleep.

Memories that sometimes filled her with tears, now crossed the border of her dreams and disturbed her even there.

In the dream, she was fighting with her brother.

Then, without fail, he speaks disparaging words into the phone that is not turned off, calling him a scoundrel.

Don’t do that, please don’t say that.

Even though I cried out for him not to touch his trauma, I couldn’t reach him in the dream.

It was as if he was watching a movie through a glass window, and it had no effect on his dreams at all.

“..Okay, no! Please!”

When I woke up, my eyes were always wet.

“Ha…. No, as long as school starts…”

She had thought so hard that things would change if she saw his face in person.

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What was in front of her eyes now was not a photo.

He wasn’t the type of person who cold-heartedly kicked her out when they met.

Since I was a member of the leadership committee and a subject, I was somehow able to see each other face to face.

His eyes lingered on her for a moment, then looked elsewhere.

All her efforts after starting school were in vain.

In other words, visit him in person and talk to him, or go dressed in the outfit he wanted to see.

Even the suggestion that she put aside her pride as a woman and touch her body if she wanted to do so failed.

If you can’t help him as Jeong Ye-rin, you can get closer to him by helping him as the leader.

In that way, she intervened in the committee’s conversation like Choi Do-hyun’s lawyer.

I knew that a case that could be referred to the lead committee should not be treated with that attitude.

However, reason, worn and broken by Choi Do-hyun’s design, was no longer bound by justice and discipline.

Thanks to Jeong Ye-rin’s active defense and clear recorded evidence, fortunately, the matter was able to be concluded through school volunteer service.

After everything was over and all the students had already left school.

In a quiet hallway, when there are no signs of popularity.

…Jeong Ye-rin found the bag she had left in the classroom and approached Do-hyeon Choi, who was preparing to leave school, and spoke to him.

“Hey, Dohyun… Did I do well today?”

“..Yes, thank you. What happened today.”

“Then, could you… give me a hug just once?”

she asked in a trembling voice.

Longingly, mournfully.

“…”

“Please.. just this once, okay?”

The strong castle was breached, and the enemy’s flag was planted.

It meant the fall of the castle.

She, who protected the identity of the leader, is now gone.

“Oh, or… do you want to go for poor leadership…? Just like you did at the department store before, push me against the wall… Huh? Hey, I won’t even resist this time. Just hug me once…”

Yes, Leader Jeong Ye-rin is dead.

A man who doesn’t even look at a boyfriend who has a nominal presence, but approaches another man when he is alone and makes such a request.

“I don’t like it…? Well, then other things are okay too… If a hug doesn’t work, even if it’s something else you want…”

This is someone who completely puts down her pride and begs for skinship from a man even though she is a woman.

Half of your thighs?

No, a short skirt that covers a little less than that and a neck choker. Even the earrings hidden in the head.

A person who only dresses up in things that a man other than her boyfriend wanted, and gives that kind of look in her eyes.

There was no way the leader of Hanbit Academy was holding on to the man with hands that were as trembling as his voice.

A black-haired beauty that all the male students in school have fantasized about at least once.

The leader of the leading department frowned and spoke in a hateful tone when he saw gangsters and gangsters.

A person who walked the path of pure love that the student council president and everyone else would envy.

“Dohyun… please answer me… Well, I did well today… Huh…?”

If I were to say that this person is the same as the people listed above, who would believe me?

“Ah, sir… let go, please.”

Choi Do-hyeon frowned and waved his arm to shake off her hand.

Yerin Jeong took a deep breath and quickly removed her hand.

I acted quickly, as if I didn’t want to do anything that would offend him.

“I don’t like it. It’s just that I don’t even want to touch that side right now. I hope you don’t keep clinging to me like this. From the beginning, you didn’t like me sticking around, right? Why are you doing this now, so obscenely.”

Every letter and word became a dagger piercing my heart.

I hated the fact that he was making that kind of expression towards me and saying those things, unlike a month ago.

The tears that had been forming little by little now began to flow in streams.

“Ha… I’ll go first.”

He trudged forward.

“Wait a minute…! Wow!”

As she tried to rush after him, she tripped over her own leg and fell to the floor.

“Ah… it hurts…”

Are you talking about your bumped knee or your heart?

“Dohyeon… Ugh, sister, it hurts…”

I muttered, but he just walked away.

She just sat quietly and shed tears.

Like a fool who forgot how to get up.

Thump, thud.

Tears continued to wet the hallway floor.