Wednesday, the day the test results came out.
I sighed deeply and stared at the score sheet.
Seo Yuna: 10 points.
Kim Dohyun: 15 points.
Lee Jinyoung: 94 points.
After checking his score, Jinyoung ran over with a surprised expression.
“Hey, what happened to your score? You were solving problems just fine in the workbook.”
‘Why? Why else? I was afraid of messing up if I didn’t join the event.’
“Just… wasn’t feeling great.”
I gave Jinyoung a vague answer and looked at my score again.
‘My score, where I guessed everything, is 15 points. How did Yuna manage to score 10?’
My head was spinning.
The homeroom teacher stepped to the front of the classroom and addressed us while looking at a chart.
“Anyone who scored below 70, stay after school.”
***
In the last row of the supplementary class, Yuna sat beside me with a sulky expression, staring at me.
“Hey, you suck at studying too, so why were you giving me a hard time?”
‘Because of you, you little…’
I swallowed my inner thoughts, turned away, and responded without looking at her.
“Yeah, sure.”
Yuna widened her eyes and nudged my arm.
“At least we’re stuck here together, so it’s not too bad, right?”
“Yeah, whatever.”
After answering without much interest, I looked around the classroom.
It was, as expected, a gathering of kids who couldn’t study.
Students were fiddling with their phones instead of books.
Groups were chatting and laughing.
Among them was Choi Gihoon’s gang, a familiar sight.
My gaze locked onto one of them.
‘That guy?’
It was the one who glanced at me when I went to Hongdae last weekend.
He also noticed me and smirked while whispering something to the others.
Soon, a shaved-head guy with a scratch mark on his scalp approached my desk.
“Did you two flunk because you were too busy dating?”
A childish taunt.
I ignored him and turned my head, but Yuna frowned and responded.
“What?”
“Just ignore it.”
Avoiding lowlifes like him was the best strategy.
Not because they’re scary, but because they’re disgusting.
But the shaved-head guy didn’t stop.
“You two went on a date last weekend, huh? Gihoon said he wouldn’t let it slide.”
Before Yuna could reply, I spoke first.
“Looking at your face, it seems like you’d have a hard time even meeting people, let alone dating.”
His face turned red instantly.
“Hahaha! He got you good, Choi Sunghum!”
“Wow, Kim Dohyun, you’ve got a sharp tongue!”
“Sunghum is pretty ugly, though.”
The laughter from his gang echoed.
These guys seemed to enjoy their friend being ridiculed.
Sunghum clenched his fists and cursed.
“What? You little—what did you just say?”
Just as he looked ready to pounce, the teacher entered the classroom.
“Everyone, quiet down! Class is starting.”
Sunghum gritted his teeth and returned to his seat.
I smirked to myself as I glanced at him.
‘Yeah, that’s how punks like you act.’
***
The supplementary class was as boring as expected.
The teacher was passionately explaining something, but no one was paying attention.
Some students were still chatting quietly or messing with their phones.
I checked the clock to see how much time had passed and then slid my phone into the drawer.
‘It’s almost time.’
The bell rang to signal the start of the break.
Ding-dong-dang-dong.
As soon as the break started, Yuna left her seat in a hurry, probably heading to the restroom.
Taking advantage of her absence, Gihoon’s gang began their filthy chatter.
“Hey, doesn’t Seo Yuna have an amazing body? She’s perfect.”
“No wonder Gihoon’s so into her.”
“Girls like that are always super wild, I’m telling you.”
Their disgusting words continued.
In the game, this is when the choices pop up:
1. Ignore it.
2. Confront them.
If you choose option 1, Yuna overhears their dirty talk when she returns from the restroom.
She’s disappointed in the protagonist for not intervening, causing her affection points to drop drastically.
If you choose option 2, Yuna’s affection points increase.
However, the protagonist makes enemies with Gihoon’s gang and gets disciplinary action from the academy.
On top of that, they embarrassingly lose the fight.
‘This really is a shitty game.’
An absolute no-win scenario.
Just then—
“Kim Dohyun, did you hook up with her?”
Words that shouldn’t be heard reached my ears.
Something far worse than what was in the original story.
Maybe it was because my relationship with Yuna had changed, but the intensity was significantly higher.
Their mockery continued.
“Did she feel good?”
That single line completely shattered my thin patience.
For a moment, time seemed to stop.
All other noises faded, leaving only their laughter and dirty words echoing in my mind.
My hand was already off the desk.
“Hey.”
I pushed my chair back and stood up.
The laughter in the classroom gradually died down.
The shaved-head guy lifted his head, still smirking.
“What? Did I hit a nerve? Or did I guess right?”
Before he could finish his sentence—
My fist landed squarely on his nose.
With the sound of something breaking, he fell backward.
“Ahhh! You crazy bastard! M-my, my, my nose!”
He covered his face with both hands as blood poured out.
The classroom erupted into chaos, with screams of shock ringing out from all directions.
I didn’t care about the noise.
Looking down at the guy sprawled on the floor, I said coldly, “Don’t let your mouth run without thinking.”
The rest of his gang stared at me, their faces a mix of shock and fear.
When our eyes met, a few of them quickly turned their heads, avoiding my gaze.
“What the hell…?”
“That guy’s completely lost it….”
I kept glaring at the shaved-head guy on the floor.
Still seething with rage, I clenched my fist, ready to hit him again when—
“Dohyun! Stop it!”
A voice from behind made me freeze.
Yuna grabbed my arm.
“It’s okay. Really, it’s okay now. Just stop.”
The moment her hand touched my arm, my heart skipped a beat.
The anger clouding my mind suddenly cleared, leaving me cold and calm.
Before long, the teacher entered the classroom.
***
Park Youngha, 32 years old.
In her fifth year of teaching, she often felt a sense of fatigue creeping in, despite being accustomed to the job.
Today was no different.
She sighed as she set down her coffee mug.
“Of all things, I had to draw the short straw for supplementary class duty. Why is my luck always like this?”
She tried to pep herself up as she prepared for the class, but not long after, the office door flew open.
A breathless student rushed in, shouting, “Teacher! There’s a fight in the supplementary class! Kim Dohyun and Choi Sunghum are fighting!”
For a moment, Park Youngha’s mind went blank.
‘A fight? In the supplementary class?’
She inwardly sighed but kept her composure as she responded, “Got it. Let’s go.”
When she opened the classroom door, the scene inside was worse than she expected.
Choi Sunghum was sprawled on the floor, clutching his bleeding nose and wailing.
Kim Dohyun stood over him, staring coldly.
The surrounding students were murmuring and clearly shaken.
“Everyone, quiet down!”
Her voice echoed through the classroom, finally silencing the chaos.
She quickly began assessing the situation.
“Dohyun, what do you think you’re doing?”
Dohyun looked at her with a blank expression.
“Sunghum, are you okay?”
Clutching his nose, Sunghum whimpered, “Teacher, he just suddenly hit me!”
One of Sunghum’s gang chimed in, “I saw the whole thing! Dohyun just lost it and punched him!”
Though Park Youngha listened, she couldn’t shake her doubts.
She knew Dohyun wasn’t the type to resort to violence without reason.
“Dohyun, is that true?”
“Yes. I hit him,” Dohyun admitted curtly, his voice devoid of regret or guilt.
Park Youngha sighed as she looked at the two students.
“Fine. Both of you, come to the teacher’s office. This isn’t something that can end here.”
***
In the office, Park Youngha alternated her gaze between the two boys.
“Let me ask again. Why did this happen? What’s the reason?”
Dohyun remained silent.
Unable to hold back any longer, Yuna raised her voice.
“Teacher, they were saying disgusting things about me! That’s why Dohyun couldn’t stand it!”
Sunghum scoffed, shaking his head.
“Disgusting things? What are you even talking about? Teacher, she’s just trying to cover for her boyfriend by pinning the blame on us!”
Park Youngha clicked her tongue inwardly at his audacity.
Sunghum was already infamous for causing trouble, and his gang was notorious as well.
Still, it wasn’t easy to take sides in a student conflict without clear evidence.
Then Sunghum spoke up, his voice tinged with faux indignation.
“Teacher, this is outright violence! Isn’t this a clear violation of school rules? He should be expelled!”
Park Youngha rubbed her temples.
Technically, he wasn’t wrong.
Since Dohyun had struck first, there was no avoiding disciplinary action under school regulations.
At that moment, Dohyun silently pulled out his smartphone and placed it on the desk.
“I have evidence,” he said firmly.
He played a recording, and the room fell silent.
The audio was damning.
- “Hey, doesn’t Seo Yuna have an amazing body? She’s perfect.”
- “No wonder Choi Gihoon’s so into her.”
- “Hey, Kim Dohyun, did you sleep with her? Was she good?”
The sound of vulgar laughter followed.
The atmosphere in the office turned icy.
Park Youngha listened to the recording in full, then slowly raised her head to glare at Sunghum.
“Choi Sunghum.”
Sunghum’s face went pale.
“Is this what you meant when you said there was no evidence?”
Her voice was calm, but the anger simmering beneath was unmistakable.
Sunghum opened his mouth, then closed it again, struggling for words.
“It… it was just a joke! You know, just messing around—”
“Just a joke?”
Park Youngha’s tone turned sharper.
“If it’s a joke to you, do you think it’s a joke to the person you hurt?”
She sighed deeply, glancing between the two boys.
“This has gone beyond what I can handle. The school disciplinary committee will decide on the appropriate punishment for both of you.”
Standing up, she concluded, “Kim Dohyun, Choi Sunghum. You’re both to return home immediately and remain suspended until the decision is made.”