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When I walked into school the next morning, I could feel it in the air.
Not love.
Not excitement.
But rumors.
Delicious, stupid, chaotic rumors. The kind that only spread in high school hallways faster than a fire alarm prank.
I hadn't even reached my shoe locker when I heard:
> "Did you know Ji-Hoon can predict things before they happen?"
"He caught a goat thief just by sniffing the wind."
"No, no—he's secretly a government spy who failed the entrance exam."
And then—
> "He's dating the lunch lady. That's why his soup's always warm."
I choked on my own breath.
"JUN-PYO!" I screamed down the hallway.
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Jun-Pyo's Confession (Sort of)
He looked at me innocently, holding a milk carton like it was a peace offering.
"I didn't say anything specific."
"What exactly did you say?!"
"I may have casually mentioned that you always know what people are thinking, and you giggled before the goat arrived. That's all!"
I pinched the bridge of my nose.
> "Should I fake amnesia? Or transfer schools? Or both?"
Jun-Pyo tried to change the subject.
"Hey, good news! The lunch lady left you extra radish today."
I threw my shoe at him.
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The Worst Incident: The Love Letter Mix-Up
Third period. Literature class.
Our teacher, Ms. Oh, known for her poetry obsession and terrifying eyebrows, had us write letters as a "creative emotional exercise."
"I want you to express your true feelings," she said dramatically, holding a rose she probably picked from the parking lot.
Jun-Pyo, still recovering from the shoe attack, wrote his letter in 30 seconds.
Then he smirked at me.
"Hey, let's prank the teacher. Let's write fake love letters and mix them in!"
"That's a terrible idea," I said.
> "But also hilarious," the phone added.
I caved. Of course.
We wrote one together:
> "Your eyes shine brighter than a freshly mopped hallway.
Your voice is smoother than expired yogurt.
When you yelled at me in third period, I fell in love."
— Secret Admirer
We slipped it into the pile and giggled all the way to lunch.
Big. Mistake.
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Lunch Period: The Horror Unfolds
Ms. Oh burst into the cafeteria like a drama villain.
In one hand: the love letter.
In the other: emotional damage.
"WHO WROTE THIS?!"
Everyone froze. I casually moved behind Jun-Pyo like a human shield.
> "She thinks it's real."
"Oh my god, she's blushing!"
"Wait—is she smiling?"
She was.
"From now on, call me Miss O... for Only Yours."
She winked. She winked.
Jun-Pyo and I screamed internally.
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Back at Home: Bora's Revenge Arc Begins
I arrived home, still shaking from the trauma of being flirted with by my homeroom teacher.
Then I saw Bora.
She was in the kitchen, wearing sunglasses and headphones, cutting a cucumber like it owed her money.
"Uh... are you okay?"
She turned slowly.
"Oppa. I am reborn."
Oh no.
"I made a new social media account. New name. New vibe. I posted an aesthetic picture of tteokbokki with the caption 'Healing my soul, not for you 💔🔥'"
> "That'll show So-Woo. He'll regret blocking me. He'll beg for forgiveness. I'll say nothing and sip bubble tea."
She had officially entered her villain arc.
"Just… don't burn the house down."
She smirked and walked away dramatically.
The phone buzzed.
> "Reminder: never make a teenage girl angry. Ever."
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Phone's Final Report of the Day
> Daily Summary:
— 17 people believe you're psychic.
— 2 people think you're dating a 43-year-old cafeteria worker.
— 1 teacher may have developed romantic feelings for you.
— You are now known in rumor circles as "The Whispering Wizard."
— Survival chances: 46%. Recommend hiding.
"Can I uninstall myself from life?"
> "Not without factory reset."
I sighed and curled up in bed.
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