"DaIn! Hey Kang DaIn!" Yoojung called out from behind me, as I walked out of the canteen.
 

"What happened?" She asked as she stopped in front of me, blocking my way.
 

I harshly wiped my eyes. "I don't really know either"

 
"Do you want to talk about it?" She asked in concern.
 

I shook my head. "I don't have it in me yet", I said as I hung my head.

 
She nodded, wrapping her arms around me in a comforting hug.

 
"I understand. I'm sorry we pushed you two to talk" she said.

 
"No, it's fine. Atleast we got to tell each other what we felt" I replied, leaning onto her.
 

As we hugged in silence for a few moments, I spoke.
 

"Can we go somewhere where we could talk?" I whispered.

 
She chuckled. "I knew you'd say that soon"
 

"C'mon, tell me everything. Okay?" She said as she pulled away from the hug, leaving one arm around me, as we left.

 
Off.

 
On.

 
Unlock.

 
Lock.

 
"Miss? We're here" I heard my driver call out to me through the small window separating me from the front seats.

 
I sighed in disappointment, nodding to the driver to signal that I understood. I kept glancing at the blank screen of my phone, still waiting for any form of contact from Woojin. I didn't see him after lunch yesterday, nor did I hear from him last night. The guilt bit in my tongue, making my taste buds sour and my stomach churn.

 
"He just finds it unfair. He didn't mean to make you feel like that" Yoojung's words from our talk yesterday rang in my head.
 

I silently groaned. I hate how Yoojung easily morphed my anger into guilt. But I guess I was more to blame. I couldn't really stay mad at Woojin for too long. Add it to the fact that it was only over the reason that I didn't want Woojin to know of what I planned to do before. 

 
Well, you shouldn't be acting so impatient when you could've texted him yourself, my conscience echoed.
 

I breathed in to collect my self, before I finally made up my mind, opening the car door to alight the vehicle.
 

I hung my bag over my shoulder as I finally willed my self to enter the school.
 

As soon as I stepped in the hallway, murmurs started to erupt from the students. I tried to ignore it, convinced that it wasn't about me. I went on normally, arranging my things in the locker and proceeding to the classroom.
 

The moment I entered the classroom was the total opposite of what happened in the hallway. The chatters seized as everybody turned towards my direction. 
 

I clenched my jaw. They've probably heard of the fight that broke out between me and Woojin.
 

Taking a seat, I finally spoke, breaking the silence.
 

"What?"

 
They all turned away and continued whatever they were doing before I entered the room.

 
I shook my head in annoyance, focusing on settling down.

 
Yoojung still wasn't here, making me wonder where she was and what she was doing. She didn't send a text either, confirming her whereabouts to me. I shrugged it off, too tired to think hard.
 

The teacher came in moments later, pausing from her steps as she caught sight of me. She immediately shook it off and greeted us back.
 

We all took our seats and settled but I couldn't rip my eyes off the teacher after her strange behavior upon seeing me. Okay, there was no way that the fight would've reached them, right? Sure we argued, but it wasn't like we were screaming at each others' faces while we were at it. 

 
As the teacher droned on about literature, the back door slid open, revealing a very flushed Yoojung.
 

"Good Morning ma'am. Sorry for running late. There was an emergency" she reasoned.

 
The teacher nodded, somehow looking like she knew that's why she understood.

 
"Come in" the teacher calmly said, before turning to the board to write the text she wanted us to read.
 

Yoojung entered the classroom with hurried steps, quickly settling down in her seat.

 
"Where have you been?" I mouthed to her.

 
She stared back at me for a short moment, before mouthing back "I'll tell you later", and opening her notebook.
 

So as soon as the morning classes ended and it was time for a break, I quickly turned to Yoojung, who was busy looking through her bag and didn't notice a piece of crumpled paper fall out of her bag. I bent down to pick it up, getting a brief glance  of what appeared to be a picture. As I raised my hand towards Yoojung, I did a double take when I realized that the face shape the picture looks familiar, so I drew my hand back and opened the piece of paper. A dark grainy picture of two figures in a familiar looking place, who seemingly just pulled away from a kiss, appeared in my sight. I felt my blood go cold when I read the words beneath the picture.
 

"Kang DaIn, 4th Year Class A, dating 4th Year Class B, Dance Club Vice President Park Woojin? Possible or forced?
 
Picture taken from *** Resort. January 1, 2018"

 
My eyes flew from the paper to Yoojung, who looked back at me, probably equally as terrified as I was. 

 
"Y-Yoojung what is t-this?" I asked.

 
She glanced around the room, at our classmates who were too immersed in their business to bother us, before cautiously speaking.

 
"I think I should be the one asking questions first. But I'll still answer yours" she breathed.

 
"Is it true? Are you dating Woojin?" she asked.
 

"I-uhm, I guess. I don't know" I groaned impatiently.
 

She huffed. "Fine, I'll go first"

 
"When I got here this morning to arrange my stuff for the team," she paused, looking straight at me.
 

"I saw those posters put around the campus already. That's why I was late for class today. I remov