The school had turned into a rumor mill.No one knew where the spark came from, but everyone could feel the heat.
Phones buzzed between classes. Anonymous posts. Edited clips. Leaked documents.A faceless movement that hit every feed at once — accusing politicians, their children, their schools, their luxury lives.
No one was safe from suspicion.Not even Minah.
But no one connected the dots yet. Not to Jihoon. Not to Jisoo.Not to the rooftop.
Jihoon walked through the hall with the same quiet pace as always.Head down. Bag over his shoulder.A perfect background character.
Only his eyes betrayed the stillness — sharp, searching, waiting.He already knew Minah wouldn't sit through class today.Rumor had it she'd snapped at a teacher before leaving, muttering something about "nobodies trying to start wars."
She always did have a temper when cornered.
So Jihoon climbed.Past the quiet third floor, the locked storage level, and up the final set of stairs that led to the one place everyone pretended didn't exist.
The rooftop.
The wind hit his face the second the door creaked open.And there she was — Minah, standing by the railing like she owned the sky.
Her uniform jacket was off, sleeves rolled to her elbows, phone in one hand.Her expression wasn't guilt. It was fury.Someone had dared to touch her world — and she wanted blood.
Jihoon stepped forward slowly."You look like you've seen a ghost."
She spun around, startled, but quickly masked it with a scoff."Oh, it's you. The quiet kid. What, here to stare at me like the rest of them?"
Jihoon said nothing. He just walked closer, each step echoing across the empty space.
"You know," she continued, voice trembling just slightly beneath her sarcasm, "it's pathetic how people love a scandal. They don't even know what's true — they just want to burn someone."
"Maybe they're just tired," Jihoon replied. "Tired of watching people like you laugh while everything falls apart."
Minah frowned. "People like me?"
"The ones born safe," Jihoon said quietly. "The ones who think nothing they do ever comes back to them."
Her smirk faltered. "You talk like you've lost something."
Jihoon's eyes met hers — calm, but cutting through every word."I did. Jisoo."
For a moment, neither of them spoke. The wind filled the silence, carrying the faint hum of sirens from the city below.
Then Minah tried to recover her composure. "Whatever game you're playing with these stupid online posts—stop. You think it scares me? My father can erase people like you in hours."
Jihoon smiled faintly — not kind, not mocking. Just tired."Then he should've erased me when he had the chance."
Minah's eyes narrowed. "What are you talking about?"
Jihoon took a final step forward. His voice dropped to a whisper that still carried in the wind.
"I know what you and your friends did."
Her breath hitched.
"And I'll never forget."
He turned away, leaving her standing there — frozen between disbelief and rage.
The wind tugged at her hair, carrying his words into the open sky.The rooftop no longer belonged to her.
It belonged to the truth — unseen, but inevitable.