How to Break the Perfect Girl (2)
Fourth period, PE class.
The raucous cheers of kids spilling out onto the field echoed faintly through the windows.
The classroom, buzzing with heat just moments ago, was now empty except for me.
Worth skipping out until the end, pretending to change into my gym clothes with my head buried in my bag.
I slowly stood up and swept my gaze across the deserted room.
My eyes landed on the back row.
The desk of our class's unrivaled otaku, Kim Junsik.
His backpack was always stuffed to the brim, ready to burst.
And inside? His prized limited-edition Japanese anime merch and cute girl figures, treasured more than his life.
'A fatal stain to shatter the student council president's perfect image.'
I ran the simulation in my head.
What if those otaku things spilled out of Baek Haeun's bag—the one always packaged in spotless, elegant perfection?
And if it turned out she'd stolen them from a classmate?
Not only would it crack her image irreparably, but it'd give all those guys who worshipped her like a goddess prime material to mock her with.
They'd act unfazed on the outside, but inside? Snickering and whispering behind her back.
Just imagining it made my heart race.
I strode to Junsik's seat without hesitation and yanked open his bag zipper.
A cheap plastic scent wafted out, and a palm-sized cute girl figure landed in my hand.
"This'll do."
Pocketing the trophy, I turned silently and headed out.
Front row, sunniest window seat.
Baek Haeun's desk, screaming special treatment.
Her pristine brand backpack, faintly scented with soap.
I carefully unzipped the luxury thing and shoved the plastic lump deep inside, wedged between her pouch and textbooks.
Watching two worlds that should never mix get forced together? Almost funny.
I zipped it back flawlessly, smoothed every edge, erased all traces.
'Let's see how it feels when that precious pure image you guard gets dumped in the gutter overnight.'
Go on, taste it to your bones.
I zipped my gym shirt to the collar and slipped out the back door, face calm as if nothing happened.
Looking forward to the fireworks show soon.
"M-My figure's gone!!"
Right after seventh period, before end-of-day homeroom.
The firework I'd been waiting for finally exploded.
Junsik, frantically rummaging his bag, screamed from the middle of the room, face ashen.
"Ah, fuck, you scared me! What's his deal?"
"Hey, otaku scum! Shut it. We gotta wrap homeroom and hit karaoke."
"Teacher! Can't we just ignore him and end it? He probably dropped it somewhere again."
The classroom erupted in irritated grumbles.
The homeroom teacher at the podium rubbed his forehead awkwardly.
"Okay, everyone quiet! Junsik, you sure it's gone? Anyone in class take Junsik's... toy? No, figure?"
"Ugh, teacher! Who in this class would steal that? Wouldn't take it even if you paid me."
Snickers burst from all corners at the sarcasm.
As chaos spiraled, our savior rose gracefully—none other than Baek Haeun.
"Guys, quiet down a bit."
Her soft yet firm voice calmed the room.
"A classmate's stuff is missing. Just to be sure, let's all check each other's bags quick. It'll be over fast—cooperate, okay?"
Textbook-perfect response from the student council prez candidate.
Even the teacher smiled approvingly as Haeun took charge, inspecting bags.
When my turn came, she skimmed mine and leaned in, whispering low.
"You steal it? You're always staring at weird shit on your phone."
Her cold glare branded me a suspect.
But I just clamped my mouth shut and looked away silently.
Let's see if that arrogant perfect face holds up in a few minutes.
Inside, I cheered, licking my lips.
"Teacher, checked everywhere—nothing."
"Th-There, that bag hasn't been searched yet!!"
As Haeun finished and headed back to the podium, Junsik jabbed his finger desperately.
Straight at the front row—her own seat.
"Hah? Why would I steal your crap."
Haeun scoffed in disbelief.
"Don't believe me? Look yourself."
Zero doubt, she tossed her luxury bag at Junsik's feet.
It hit the floor, zipper half-open.
Thud. Roll roll.
From between her clean pouch and fragrant textbooks tumbled the cheap cute girl figure.
"M-My figure!! Found it!!"
Junsik dove, snatching it up.
The noisy room froze in suffocating silence.
Color drained from Haeun's smug face.
"Th-This... why in my bag...?"
Her lips quivered in panic.
Kids' eyes shook wildly.
"Whoa, what the hell?"
"Why's that in Baek Haeun's bag...?"
"No way Haeun's into that stuff? Lol, mind blown."
Whispers swelled like a tidal wave to swallow her.
I savored the thrilling downfall, humming triumph inside.
Then—
BAM!!
A eardrum-shattering crash shattered the ice.
Haeun's bestie and class queen bee, the bully Choi Jia, kicked her desk in fury.
"Fuckin' noisy as hell."
She glared at Junsik and stormed over.
"Oi, otaku. You mess up and stuff it in Haeun's bag during PE cleanup, right? She ain't crazy enough to steal your filthy junk. Use your brain if you got one!"
Her icy bark echoed.
Junsik's puffed-up shoulders slumped instantly.
"Uh... m-maybe...? Must've been me... "
"Fuck, he screws up and almost frames her. Haeun, ignore it—that retard's confused."
One forced line from Jia, and the teetering mood flipped like magic.
"Oh, misunderstanding?"
"Yeah, no way Haeun steals that. Otaku fucked up."
"Wasted time! Teacher, homeroom now!"
Kids dropped suspicions like nothing, back to normal.
Haeun reclaimed her noble smile, accepting Junsik's apology.
Her school ecosystem rep and blind followers' power dwarfed my shallow schemes—vast, ironclad.
Standing dazed at the back, I stared.
'...Fuck. This ain't it.'
Reality: amateur traps can't even scratch it.
To topple that fortress, I need stealthier, crueler moves.
Back home, sprawled on bed, I fired up my usual webnovel app, scrolling madly.
The screen's yandere heroine strangled the MC's every second with her leash.
Yeah, this was what I craved.
But the more I read, the more that classroom helplessness clawed back up my throat like bile.
Mocking my puny plan.
Haeun's flawless, lofty face, tidying it all in a flash.
"Haa... annoying."
I ruffled my bangs in irritation, sighing deep.
Then—
SLAM!
"Oppa, whatcha doing?!"
The door flew open like it'd shatter, a bulldozer barging in.
Lee Suah, poking her head without knocking.
"Hey, I told you to knock."
"Huh? Oppa watching weird stuff again?"
Ignoring my snap, Suah sidled to the bed, peeking at my phone.
Tsk-tsking, she shook her head.
"Oppa, rotting in your room with creepy shit? You'll never marry Haeun-unnie at this rate."
"...Shut up. Why would I marry her."
"Want me to ask for you? 'Please take our pathetic loser oppa!' Haeun-unnie's an angel—might pity-adopt him."
"Fuck off. Out, close the door."
I hurled a pillow, growling; Suah's eyes widened, then she grinned mischievously.
"Hey!"
Lightning-fast.
She snatched my phone and bolted to the living room.
"...Damn it, you're dead!"
I sprang off the bed like a coil.
Thud thud crash!
Footsteps thundered, filling our tiny apartment.
I grabbed her shirt yanking her ankle as she rounded the entryway.
"Eek!"
"Whoa—!"
Her foot slipped, balance lost; the momentum tangled me too, airborne.
Thump!
Dull thud and groans erupted.
Ceiling spun.
I blinked; I was pinned atop Suah on the living room floor, covering her completely.
"Ugh... my head."
As I grimaced, lifting my torso—
The pest below stayed dead silent, no shrieks.
"Hey, you oka—"
Looking down, words caught.
Suah twisted her head away, frozen stiff.
Her pale nape to earlobes blazed crimson, ready to burst.
The mischief gone, replaced by a strangely awkward, unfamiliar expression I'd never seen.
"Uh... sorry. Hurt anywhere? You snatched it and ran first..."
My lame excuse tumbled out; Suah mumbled, voice tiny.
"...Heavy."
"Huh?"
"You're heavy... move, quick."
Nothing like her usual brash tone—a mosquito-whine complaint.
"Ah, uh... sorry."
I scrambled aside; Suah bolted up, fleeing.
Avoiding my eyes, she chucked my phone onto the sofa and headed out.
"I-I'm hitting the convenience store!"
SLAM!
Sneakers half-on, she dashed out like escaping.
Left alone in the quiet living room, I scratched my head, eyeing the door and phone alternately.
"...What's her deal all sudden."