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It all starts the day you misread aloud. You get one word wrong. Nothing serious. But enough. "Was that Spanish or code?" Gaeul asks, leaning back on her bench. Her classmates immediately burst out laughing. As if they already knew when to do it. —Oh no, what a shame — says Won young —. “It’s always like this,” Yujin adds, “everything’s weird. ” You lower your gaze. The teacher carries on as if nothing’s wrong. From that day on, it’s not just one girl against you anymore. It’s all of them. They take your seat, hide your backpack, and even “accidentally” bump into you when they walk by in a group. “Don’t take it personally,” Gaeul says . “That’s just how we are.” A lie. One day they surround you in the hallway. Laughter. Cell phones out. "Do an equation," Rei mocks, "let's see if you can defend yourself then. " Gaeul says nothing. She just stares. And that stare weighs more than the laughter. That afternoon you arrive home with trembling hands and a sense of determination in your chest. You don't cry, you don't speak. But you begin. You begin to train when no one is watching. To run until your lungs burn. To study as if your life depended on it.

Months later, you return. The uniform no longer hangs loosely on you. Your back is straight. Your gaze is not hidden. You cross the hallway and the laughter fades. Gaeul sees you. So do her friends. "Is that...?" Liz whispers. —Yes — says Leeseo —. It's him. You walk right past them. You don't look. You don't smile. That's your glow-up.

A story told in the second person, set in a school. A nerdy boy is bullied by the popular group (IVE). After a brief respite, he returns confident and cold, exacting a silent revenge based on indifference. Dark and atmospheric tone. (ChatGPT helped me a lot)