YeongMi wandered to the table like she'd seen a ghost, a certain glaze over her eyes like she wasn't all there. She sat down with a thud, and Namjoon turned to look at her with concern. He leaned over, taking her hand to see if it was ice cold, if she was sick or something. "YeongMi, what-"

"I need to confess something," she blurted out, eyes wide as she looked over at Namjoon, finally acknowledging his presence. Namjoons eyebrows raised in surprise, but his face softened and he nodded, holding her hand in his in an attempt at comfort.

"Earlier, I saw someone I recognised. From school in America. Remember, after we'd first had sex?" Namjoon blushed, a small nod causing his hair to bounce in his face. "I told you then, that if you had anything with Bora we needed to stop there. I said that I'd been that girl before, and I didn't want to be that again. Well, this guy, hes like a ghost of my worst self. Namjoon, I did things with him... To him... I can't even begin to say it. I feel dirty, and guilty, and evil. I don't know what to do. Why is he here? What do I do?" Her confession was sounding less like a confession now and more like a descent into hysteria.

"YeongMi," Namjoon started, moving a leg to straddle the bench so he could hug her, letting her lean into his chest. He was curious, and he'd be lying if he wasn't a little disappointed. But he didn't want to judge YeongMi harshly, who she was before didn't matter, he reasoned. He loved her now, and she was different than she was then. Still, he was concerned, more than mildly, especially by how affected she seemed to be from this. "Who is he?"

"My," she hesitated, a hand bunching Namjoon's shirt in a fist. "My ex. We were in the same friend group in the U.S. But that's not why I'm - I don't - Namjoon, I hate him. I hate how I was with him, who I was. It was bad, Joonbug. It was really bad. I was an awful person. I did awful things. He had girlfriends, and yet I just went along with him. I was in a really bad place, but that's not an excuse. He was mine, he swore it, swore he'd change, we were meant to be. We got together, but of course, if he'll cheat with you, he'll cheat on you, I should've known. God, I was so mad at him. I'd thrown my life away for him, I thought he was the only one who could understand me, who wouldn't use me. But he did, just, not because of my parents like the others, but for my..."

She sighed shakily, slumping into Namjoon for comfort to continue. "I got my parents to send me to a new school after I threatened to get myself kicked out if they didn't. I convinced him to get a hotel room with me after we crashed a public schools dance, and we trashed it. I got drunk with him, but made sure he got absolutely wasted. I convinced him to run away. We went on some persons private property to use their pool. I was biding my time, and after he threw up in their pool and broke a beer bottle on their glass patio dining chair, I picked up a rock and sent it through their window. Then, I called the police and I ran. I left him there, went to the airport, and just never looked back. I haven't even thought of him since then."

Namjoon had a neutral look on his face, taking it all in as YeongMi continued. "But now he's here, and I don't... How can he be here? What does he want? Namjoon, I don't want you to talk to him," she said seriously, suddenly grabbing his face to hold him in a stare. "I don't want you hearing about how I was. I don't want you to know what I was like. I'm so ashamed," she whimpered, before muffled cries were audible as she hid her face in his neck. Her arms wrapped tight around him. 

When the others arrived, they just stared in confusion. Namjoon made a hand motion, telling them not to ask, and she remained in that position for the rest of their free period. Even after, she didn't let go, and they remained like that for several class periods, YeongMi drifting off while Namjoon continued softly stroking her hair and rubbing circles on her back.