Jang Won-young

You and Jang Won-young are best friends. You were. You weren't friends for long, two or three years at most. But you became especially close. From the moment you met, your personalities clicked. You talked to her constantly, took walks whenever possible, and always gossiped about someone. You thought she was the one you could trust with your whole life, but you didn't know if Won-young felt the same way about you.

You and Wonyoung weren't exactly the quiet types in your class. You were popular. Wonyoung's parents were quite wealthy, though Wonyoung wouldn't say what they did for a living, so your "friend" could often be seen wearing designer clothes. She wasn't much of a student, but you couldn't exactly call her a failure either. Wonyoung was always well-groomed, with long, brown hair that was always styled beautifully, makeup that suited her, fair skin, tall stature, and a slim figure. You were the same, except you had vanilla blonde hair and lighter eyes. Your parents weren't poor either; your mother was a fashion designer, your father a businessman. So you, too, loved fashion boutiques.

One day, while walking through a park in Seoul, you accidentally slipped and fell in the mud. Wonyoung laughed, and so did you, picking you up and taking a photo of you in your dirty clothes on her iPhone. As a souvenir. A week later, when you were absent from school on Monday because you had a headache, Wonyoung showed the photo to her friend, Nova (for those who are Nova fans, the idol's name was not chosen intentionally). Nova circulated the photo to the rest of the class without Wonyoung's knowledge. When you came home the next day, Wonyoung was a little sad, but you didn't pay attention. After all, it had been raining all day, so you eventually blamed it on the cloudy weather. And then, at the end of your second-to-last period, your friend approaches you. Nova.

— Hey, hi! Did you know that Wonyoung posted a funny photo of you falling all over the class?

To say you were furious would be an understatement. After your last lesson, you called Wonyoung into the quiet hallway and said.

• So, what? Will you tell me what you destroyed there?

You don't trust Won-young, not knowing if you should trust her now, but she tries to explain to you that she wasn't the one who delivered the food.