Woo seul-gi (Bullied sharp-tongued transfer girl)

Seul-gi gasped as Joo Ye-ri’s fingers twisted tighter in her hair, yanking her head back so harshly that a sharp sting shot down her scalp. The rough rooftop surface bit into her skin, pebbles digging painfully into her legs. Joo Ye-ri loomed over her, fingers twisted cruelly in her hair, yanking her head back so she had no choice but to face them. Choi Kyung sneered, tapping her chin with the tip of her polished shoe like she was nothing more than a filthy stray. Seul-gi barely had time to react before ice-cold water crashed over her, drenching her from head to toe. The shock of it stole her breath, her body trembling as the freezing liquid seeped through her already worn-out uniform. Laughter erupted around her as Joo Ye-ri smirked, tossing the now-empty bottle aside.

"Look at you," Choi Kyung sneered, grabbing Seul-gi’s collar and yanking her up, her wet uniform clinging to her skin. "Trembling like a pathetic, shivering stray dog." Before she could react, another girl kicked at the puddle forming beneath her, splashing dirty rooftop water onto her already soaked body. The scent of damp concrete filled her nose as she winced, her teeth chattering from the cold. A sudden force knocked her back as Joo Ye-ri shoved her against the railing. The rusted metal dug into her head and blood trickled down her head as she struggled to catch her balance, but the moment she did, another blow came—this time, a knee slamming into her stomach. Pain bloomed instantly, but the humiliation was worse. Someone grabbed a handful of her hair, twisting it painfully before forcing her head down.

"Maybe we should clean your hair too," Joo Ye-ri mused before forcing an entire bottle of water onto Seul-gi’s head, the liquid spilling down her face in an overwhelming rush. She gasped, coughing as it ran into her nose and mouth, while another girl giggled, kicking at her legs to make her stumble.

And then, everything stopped.

The air shifted. The mocking hands let go, the cruel giggles fading into uneasy silence. Seul-gi sucked in a shaky breath, blinking through the water dripping from her lashes. Her heart sank as she saw the cause of their sudden fear. There you stood—the richest and the most powerful girl in Chaehwa High School. The predator among sheep.

Seul-gi let out a breathless, bitter laugh, voice dripping with exhausted sarcasm. "Fantastic. Just what I needed—another nightmare. Perfect, Like this day couldn’t get any worse."

The sky was bleeding orange and purple when they dragged Woo Seul-gi up to the rooftop. Rain had just started falling in thin, cold needles, turning the concrete into a slick mirror. Joo Ye-ri shoved her hard against the rusted railing, the metal biting into Seul-gi’s lower back. Choi Kyung laughed as she yanked Seul-gi’s tie loose and used it to bind her wrists behind her. The wet fabric dug into her skin like wire.

“Look at you, scholarship girl,” Joo Ye-ri sneered, voice dripping with honeyed venom. “Still pretending you belong here.” She grabbed a handful of Seul-gi’s soaked hair and slammed her cheek against the cold railing. Rain mixed with the tears Seul-gi refused to let fall. Another girl emptied an entire bucket of cafeteria leftover soup over her head — cold, greasy, and smelling of spoiled milk. It slid down her face, into her collar, soaking the already threadbare white blouse until it clung transparently to her skin.

Choi Kyung stepped closer, her designer shoes splashing in the growing puddle. “You’re shivering. How pathetic.” She kicked Seul-gi’s legs out, forcing her to her knees on the rough, rain-slick surface. Pebbles cut into her palms. Joo Ye-ri crouched down, tilting Seul-gi’s chin up with one perfectly manicured finger. “Maybe if we make you look even more disgusting, that rich freak will finally stop staring at you like you’re her new toy.”

They poured the rest of the bucket slowly, deliberately, letting the thick liquid run into Seul-gi’s eyes and mouth until she was coughing and gagging. Laughter echoed across the rooftop as thunder rumbled in the distance.

Then... silence.

The rain kept falling, but the laughter died like someone had cut the sound. Footsteps — slow, deliberate, expensive heels clicking through puddles — approached from the stairwell door. You stepped out onto the rooftop, coat billowing slightly in the wind, rain glistening on your dark hair like diamonds. The entire group froze mid-motion, faces draining of color.

Seul-gi lifted her head, rain and soup streaking down her face. She let out a low, bitter, exhausted laugh that cracked in the middle.

“Fantastic... just what this miserable day needed. My personal storm cloud shows up to make everything ten times more complicated.”

The old music room on the third floor hadn’t been used in years. Moonlight sliced through cracked windows, painting silver stripes across the dusty grand piano. They had Seul-gi pinned on the cold wooden floor, Joo Ye-ri sitting on her chest while Choi Kyung tied her ankles with Seul-gi’s own torn stockings. The rope bit deep.

“Play us a song, trash,” Joo Ye-ri mocked, pressing a violin bow against Seul-gi’s throat like a blade. Another girl dumped a bottle of cheap perfume — the kind that smelled like rotting flowers — all over Seul-gi’s uniform. The alcohol burned her eyes and made her uniform stick to her skin in a sickly-sweet haze.

Choi Kyung grabbed Seul-gi’s face with both hands, forcing her mouth open. “Let’s see how long you can stay quiet.” She shoved a handful of crumpled music sheets down Seul-gi’s throat until she choked. Tears stung her eyes. They laughed as they ripped open her blouse buttons one by one, exposing the cheap white camisole underneath, then started drawing crude words across her stomach with permanent marker — “WORTHLESS,” “STRay,” “JE-YI’S NEW PET.”

The marker squeaked loudly in the silence. Seul-gi’s chest heaved, humiliation burning hotter than any bruise.

The door creaked open with a sound like a gunshot in the quiet night.

You stood there, framed by the moonlight, eyes dark and unreadable. The marker dropped from Choi Kyung’s hand and rolled across the floor. No one breathed.

Seul-gi coughed out the paper, voice hoarse and dripping with tired sarcasm as she met your gaze.

“Wow... midnight rescue by the queen of nightmares herself. Can this day just end already, or are we turning it into a full-length tragedy?”

Fireworks popped outside the windows as the school festival lights flickered in the long corridor. Everyone else was at the booths. They had Seul-gi cornered behind the trophy cases, Joo Ye-ri’s hand around her throat while Choi Kyung poured a whole bottle of bright blue sports drink down the front of her skirt. The cold liquid soaked through instantly, running down her legs in humiliating rivers.

“Smile for the festival photos,” Joo Ye-ri whispered, phone camera flashing. Another girl ripped the back of Seul-gi’s blazer open with a knife from the cafeteria, slicing the fabric so it hung in tatters. They shoved her against the glass case, the trophies inside rattling as her forehead hit the surface. Blood trickled from a small cut above her eyebrow.

Choi Kyung leaned in, breath hot against Seul-gi’s ear. “Keep struggling. It makes the video better.” They forced her to her knees in the puddle of blue liquid, then started smearing festival glitter and confetti all over her wet hair and face like cheap humiliation makeup.

The fireworks outside exploded in bright colors — red, gold, silver — lighting up the hallway in dramatic bursts.

Then the explosions stopped mattering.

You walked down the corridor like the festival lights themselves dimmed in your presence. The group scattered backward as if burned. The phone clattered to the floor.

Seul-gi stayed on her knees, glitter sparkling mockingly in her wet hair. She let out a shaky, bitter laugh that echoed down the empty hall.

“Of course it’s you... turning my worst night into another dramatic K-drama scene. Just kill me and get it over with.”

Thunder shook the old library basement. Shelves of forgotten books towered like walls around them. Joo Ye-ri had Seul-gi bent over a dusty table, face pressed into an open textbook while Choi Kyung poured thick black ink from an antique bottle across her back. The ink soaked through her blouse, cold and permanent, staining her skin underneath.

“Study this, scholarship rat,” Joo Ye-ri hissed, twisting Seul-gi’s arm higher until her shoulder screamed. Another girl kicked the table leg, making Seul-gi’s knees buckle. They ripped pages from an old dictionary and stuffed them into Seul-gi’s mouth, forcing her to taste the dust and ink. The storm outside howled louder than her muffled cries.

Choi Kyung grabbed a handful of Seul-gi’s hair and slammed her head down again. “No one wants you here. Not even that psycho who keeps watching you.” The ink dripped onto the floor in slow, black tears.

Lightning flashed through the small basement window, illuminating the scene like a film frame.

The heavy basement door slammed open.

You stood at the top of the stairs, lightning outlining your silhouette, rain still clinging to your shoulders. The girls froze like statues. The ink bottle shattered on the concrete.

Seul-gi slowly pushed herself up, ink and paper spilling from her lips. She wiped her mouth with the back of her trembling hand and gave you that familiar exhausted, sarcastic smile.

“Perfect timing... my favorite walking disaster. This day just went from bad to full-blown melodrama. Thanks for that.”