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"The guy in that picture is Haneul's older brother, hyung!"

"W-what?"

Heeseung turned to Hana and she looked away. "Wait, you knew." He walked towards Hana, and she flinched. "Why would this guy use your brother's picture? Who is he? Who's the guy that keeps making me question my everything? Who is this guy that keeps making me fall deeper into that stupid hole of curiosity? Who is it, Haneul—" his eyes widened. "Wait, Haneul. Haneul. That's it. It's Hana, right? You're Hana, his best friend. It's you, isn't it? Who is it—"

"Hyung, stop!" Jungwon pulled Heeseung away from Hana, who was cowering away with fear.

She hated being questioned, and Yuri felt regret rising in her veins, seeing her best friend protect her image at any cost.

She had to tell Heeseung. She really had to tell him, and soon.

"Stop asking her! If she could have told us, she already would have. She has someone to protect, and let her do that. I'm sure you'll find out soon anyway." Jungwon pulled Heeseung away from her, giving her an apologetic nod before walking away.

The crowd parted slowly, and everyone went back to their classes. Yuri ran to the bathroom, crying out her pain. Hana ran in after her and tried talking it out with her.

"Yuri," she placed a hand on her crying friend's shoulder. "You should tell him."

"I know, I know, Hana. I will. I'll tell him," she mumbled, and Hana sighed. "Thank you, Hana. Thank you for staying by my side for this long. I wouldn't expect you to stand up for me again, but I will tell him. I have to tell him." 

"I'll be here if you need me," Hana smiled, and Yuri nodded, breathing in deeply.

"Thanks, Hana." They hugged, and then Yuri walked out of the bathroom, followed by Hana.

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