𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗕𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗩𝗲𝗶𝗹 | 𝗧𝗫𝗧 & 𝗘𝗡-

「 ✦ EPISODE 5 ✦ 」

꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦

Jungwon walked through the school halls, every step heavier than the last. The air around him felt thick, suffocating—like a predator circling, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. The once-familiar corridors had turned into a labyrinth of cold stares and unspoken accusations.

Whispers slithered between the lockers, never loud enough to be understood, but sharp enough to leave scars. He could feel their gazes—piercing, judging, condemning. No words were spoken. They didn't have to be.

The silence screamed louder than anything else.

Jungwon had always been used to the attention—smiles, waves, admiration whispered in hushed voices when he passed. But now, he felt like a ghost. No, worse. A stain. A living reminder of something tainted, something unforgivable.

He tried to shake the unease, forcing a small smile as he stepped into the classroom. It barely lasted a second before the weight of the atmosphere crushed it. The teacher barely spared him a glance, turning away as if his presence alone was a disturbance.

His stomach twisted. Something was wrong.

He slid into his seat, but the cold metal felt different today—harsher, isolating. He willed himself to focus on the lesson, but his mind refused. Every time he looked up, his former friends—the student council members, the people who had once stood beside him—turned away. Their expressions unreadable, their usual warmth replaced with ice.

The invisible wall between them had never felt so solid.

Jungwon clenched his jaw, his pulse roaring in his ears. No. He wasn't going to sit here and let this consume him. He needed answers. He needed to know why everything had crumbled so suddenly.

Before he could stop himself, he pushed back his chair and crossed the room, his movements fueled by something sharp, desperate. He stopped at Sora's desk.

She was staring at her book, pretending to read, but he knew better. Her fingers gripped the edges of the pages too tightly, her posture too rigid.

She felt him standing there. She just didn't want to look.

Jungwon's voice was low, steady, but the strain of frustration bled through.

"Sora."

She didn't respond.

He swallowed, his heartbeat hammering against his ribs. "What's going on? Why is everyone treating me like this? Why are you ignoring me?"

For a moment, there was nothing. Then, slowly, she lifted her gaze—cold, unfamiliar.

Jungwon's breath hitched.

That look.

It wasn't anger. It wasn't even hatred.

It was something worse.

Indifference.

Her lips parted, voice barely a whisper. "I don't know what you're talking about, Jungwon."

The words hit like a punch to the gut.

Jungwon's hands curled into fists. "Don't do that. Don't act like I don't exist. Just tell me what I did."

Silence.

Then, finally, she spoke. "I'm sorry, Jungwon."

It was soft. Too soft. Like an apology carved from ice.

"I can't do this. I can't stand by you anymore."

Everything around him blurred. His mind scrambled to process the words, but they wouldn't settle. "What do you mean? Sora, please, just tell me."