You were in the dark music room hiding from everyone. You were curled up in the back by the chairs and drumset. Sniffling you wiped your tears away. You were so hurt and traumatized by what had happened. *I can’t believe Jiyeon would betray me like this. What’s more, I can’t believe Daehyun oppa believed her and not me. This shows that you can’t trust anyone.* You broke into a sob again.

Suddenly, the door opened and you froze. You tried to muffle your cries with your hands.

Footsteps came closer towards you. A shadow appeared and you looked up. You expected it to be Daehyun or even Jiyeon.

But it was Zico. Relief crossed his face. “Here you are. I’ve been looking everywhere for you. Do you know how worried I was after I received Youngjae’s call?”

At the sight of him, you burst into tears.

Zico wordlessly bent down and pulled you into his arms. He your hair, “It’s okay, baby. Let it all out.” You cried loudly into his shoulder. He cradled you closely and didn’t let go of you until you were ready.

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Daehyun and Jiyeon were in the nurse’s office. She was lying in bed with an ice pack over her forehead. His arms were crossed patiently but his mind was chaotically running through what he had witnessed. *Yeojin would never hit anyone. She was always against any form of violence. So I don’t know what happened back there. Either Jiyeon really offended her or Jiyeon is lying. Maybe it’s both. All I know is that I can’t let Jiyeon get Yeojin into any trouble.*

“I don’t know why she attacked me all of a suddenly. She just took me into the empty staircase and started yelling and hitting me. I don’t think I did anything wrong.” Jiyeon faked a sniffle.

Daehyun couldn’t stand it anymore and pushed himself off the wall. She saw that he was about to leave and quickly got up, “You’re going?!” He turned his head and blinked at her. Jiyeon cleared , “Let me go with you. I, er, want to apologize to Yeojin.”

Daehyun shrugged and left. Jiyeon quickly put on her shoes and left with him.

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Meanwhile you and Zico were at a coffee shop. After you had cried your aggravation out, he had taken you to a nice café for a soy strawberry latte. There were no one else in the café except a few giggling school girls in white and orange uniforms.

You sighed as you stirred your latte. Zico glanced at you with a smile, “Feel better?” “Kind of. Not really. Why would Jiyeon do this to me?” You grumbled. At the name, one girl stopped laughing and started to stare at you. You didn’t pay attention to her and just stared glumly at your drink. “I thought you two were best friends.” Zico said. “We are or…we were…” You pouted and looked at him, “Do you think she’s just having a bad day? Maybe she didn’t mean it.” Zico softened *She’s always so innocent.* He lightly your cheek, “No, I think she really did mean it.”

“But I trusted her and she pulls something like this on me. I think Daehyun oppa believed her. The way he looked at me…” You shut your eyes painfully.

Zico studied your face *Does she really care so much what Daehyun thinks of her?*

You opened your eyes and looked at him, “You believe me, don’t you, Zico oppa?”

Zico lightly nudged your chin, “You know I’m always on your side.”

You sighed in relief. *At least I can count on you.*

Zico’s phone rang. “It’s Kyung.” He answered, “Sup. Yeah. Now?” He glanced at you, “I’ll see. Yeah. Later.” He hung up. “What was that about?” You straightened up. “Kyung wants me to go with him to pick out a new motorcycle. His broke over the weekend. ing Kyung. He always loses or ruins something.” Zico shook his head. “Oh. You should go then.” You said. “What about you? I can’t leave you alone when you’re like this.” He said. You shook your head, “I’ll be fine. You should help Kyung oppa.” “You sure?” Zico put his hand on top of your head. You nodded. “You want to come with me?” He rubbed your forehead. You shook your head, “I want to stay here a little longer. I haven’t even touched the latte you bought me. I don’t want it go to waste.” You gave him a meek smile.

Zico smiled back, “That’s my girl. Keep smiling.” He got up and grabbed his jacket, “I’ll call you to check up on you later.” He came over to your side, “Don’t worry about Han Jiyeon. es will be es.” Zico kissed your cheek and left.

You sighed and stirred your latte again. You were about to take a sip of the latte when a shadow fell over you. “Excuse me?” A voice asked. You looked up to see one of the school girls. She had big eyes, cute, chubby cheeks, and light brown hair. You looked around to see that only the two of you were in the café now. “I didn’t mean to eavesdrop but…” The girl bit her lip, “I couldn’t help but hear the name Jiyeon. You’re not talking about Han Jiyeon, are you?”

You stared at her. *How…? No, it’s just a coincidence. There can be many Han Jiyeons in this world.*

“Han Jiyeon from Kangnam. Her father is a superintendent.” The girl informed.

*Okay, now that is definitely NOT a coincidence.* “How do you know her?” You asked, suspicious and interested.

“Mind if I sit?” The girl motioned to the seat in front of you. “No, go ahead.” You sat up in your seat. She sat down. “My name is Eunhae, by the way.” “I’m Yeojin. What is your connection with Jiyeon?” You asked. “You?” Eunhae questioned back.

“…Her best friend.” You said, unsure.

“Oh. Well,” She took a deep breath, “I… used to be her best friend.”

You stared at her. *What? She’s not tricking me, is she?* You couldn’t help but become intrigued. “Why is that past tense?”

“Because she was my best friend…” Eunhae firmly looked into your eyes, “Until she stole my boyfriend away from me.” Your mouth fell open and your eyes widened even more. You searched her face for any signs that this might be a joke but her face was full of seriousness.

Eunhae leaned forward, “Let me tell you some things about Han Jiyeon that you might not know about but should know.”

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Stunned, you got off the bus and headed home. You replayed the conversation with Jiyeon’s ex-best friend in your head.

“Han Jiyeon is evil. You shouldn’t trust her. I did and I was badly hurt.” Eunhae warned. “

Why shouldn’t I trust her? What if you’re just someone who doesn’t like her?” You accused.

Eunhae sighed in frustration, “Look, I went to school with her. And I’m not the only one who knows how she’s really like. Ask our entire school. No one trusts her. That’s why she moved anyways.”

You stared at her in horror, “S-