TRY TO HIDE ━━ yandere weak hero class

'mare of the heart'

[Name]

"Pumpkin," Mum knocked gently on my bedroom door. "It's 5:30. I'm leaving now."

"Mhm," I mumbled loud enough for her to hear. A few seconds later, I heard the beep of the apartment door and the soft thud of it closing. Silence again.

I sat up slowly, rubbing my eyes until they stung. That didn't help, so I grabbed my pillow and hurled it across the room—just to make sure I wouldn't be tempted to lie back down.

"I don't want to go to school," I said into the quiet, "but Yeungbin would probably lose his shit if I didn't show."

Not that it's my problem anymore.

Still, I threw off the covers and started getting ready, muscle memory taking over where motivation didn't.

The uniform was the same as always: plain white shirt with a black collar, the school's crest stitched neatly on the left pocket, and a black knee-length skirt. I tied the laces of my white sneakers like I wasn't thinking about anything at all. Like I hadn't already played out the awkward glances in the hallway. Like I hadn't dreamed about deleting him from my head the way I deleted our old texts.

Hair down. Because the school didn't care, and I didn't either—not anymore.

***

What makes a breakup bad?

In my opinion, it's not the separation itself—it's the moment the relationship truly ends. Not when you stop calling, not when you pack your things, but when something breaks inside you and you know it's over.

For us, that moment came when I found out. About the deals. The drugs. His cousin.

That was the end for me.

I tried to talk to him about it. I really did. I wanted to be calm, to handle it like two people who still respected each other. But is anything ever mature with Yeungbin?

We agreed on a break. A week apart. Time for me to breathe, to process. Time for him to choose what mattered more—me, or whatever world he had one foot in.

When we met again, he looked me in the eyes and said he'd changed.

Swore he did.

What a liar.

***

I slid the classroom door open.

There he was. Sitting opposite the door I stood at. Laughing with those two idiots whose names I've already forgotten. He hadn't seen me yet.

Good. I wasn't in the mood to argue.

I walked past a sleeping Suho and took my seat. I wouldn't say that he and I were close. His grandmother had kind of stalked me at the last report distribution and offered her pension money for me to tutor him. I tried to tell her that I could do it for free, but she insisted on at least ten thousand won per week.