S.A.T.H: Namjoon's FF Screamed At The Heavens

As Namjoon settled into his seat, Ha-Na couldn't help but sneak a glance at him. He seemed completely at ease, his eyes closed as he let out a contented sigh.

Ji-Hoon, noticing Ha-Na's gaze, leaned in and whispered, "Don't mind him, he's always like that."

Ha-Na nodded, turning her attention back to the project. She was determined to focus on the task at hand, and not let Namjoon's distracting presence get in the way.

As they worked, Ha-Na couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and independence. She knew she wasn't in this life to please anyone, and that thought gave her the strength to ignore Namjoon's antics and focus on her own goals.

But despite her best efforts, Ha-Na couldn't shake the feeling that Namjoon was watching her, his piercing gaze boring into her skin even when she couldn't see him.

Deciding to continue the project the next day, they bid each other farewell. Upon getting to her locker, Ha-Na felt someone bumped into her with intentions unclear.

Ha-Na's eyes widened in shock as the cold liquid soaked through her uniform, leaving a large stain on her shirt. She looked up to see Shin-Ae, her stepsister, standing in front of her, a fake apologetic smile plastered on her face.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, Ha-Na," Shin-Ae said, her voice dripping with insincerity. "I'm such a clumsy person."

Ha-Na's eyes narrowed, her anger rising to the surface. She knew that Shin-Ae had done it on purpose, just to humiliate her. But she didn't want to give Shin-Ae the satisfaction of seeing her react, so she took a deep breath and calmly replied, "It's okay, accidents happen."

Shin-Ae's smile faltered for a moment, clearly disappointed that Ha-Na hadn't risen to the bait. But then she quickly recovered, her smile growing even wider. "Well, I'll let you clean up then," she said, turning to walk away.

Ha-Na watched her go, feeling a surge of resentment towards Shin-Ae. She knew that she would have to deal with more of Shin-Ae's bullying in the future, but she was determined not to let it get to her.

At lunchbreak...

As Ha-Na walked into the cafeteria, the sounds of chatter and laughter filled the air. She scanned the room, feeling a sense of unease wash over her. Everyone seemed to have their own cliques, their own tables, and their own friends. Ha-Na, on the other hand, felt like an outsider looking in.

She spotted Ji-Hoon sitting at a table with his friends, including Shin-Ae, who was still smirking at Ha-Na from across the room. Ha-Na felt a pang of discomfort and quickly looked away, not wanting to draw attention to herself.

She wandered over to the food counter, trying to decide what to eat. As she stood there, she felt a sense of loneliness wash over her. She didn't fit in here, and it seemed like no one was interested in getting to know her.

Just as Ha-Na was starting to feel like she was going to spend the rest of lunch alone, she heard a voice behind her. "Hey, Ha-Na. Mind if I join you?"

Author: Guess who that voice belongs too? Many of you will day Namjoon right?

Ha-Na turned to see a girl with a bright smile and sparkling eyes. She was wearing a pair of trendy glasses perched on the end of her nose, and her hair was tied up in two adorable ponytails. Her outfit was completed by a pair of white sneakers that looked like they had been plucked straight from a fashion magazine.

The girl's cute appearance immediately put Ha-Na at ease, and she found herself smiling back at her. "Not at all," Ha-Na said, gesturing to the empty space next to her. "I'm Ha-Na."

"I'm Yoon-Ah," the girl replied, taking a seat next to Ha-Na. "I've seen you around school, but we've never really talked before."

As they sat down to eat, Yoon-Ah launched into a detailed explanation of the school's social hierarchy. Ha-Na listened intently, fascinated by the complexity of it all.

"So, basically, the school is divided into three main groups," Yoon-Ah explained, using her hands to illustrate her points. "You've got the 'Elite' group, which is made up of the richest and most influential kids in school. Then you've got the 'Wannabes', who are desperate to climb the social ladder and join the Elite. And finally, you've got the 'Outcasts', who are basically everyone else."

Ha-Na's eyes widened as she listened to Yoon-Ah's explanation. She had never realized how complicated the school's social dynamics were.

"So, where do I fit in?" Ha-Na asked, curiosity getting the better of her.

Yoon-Ah smiled mischievously. "Well, that's a good question. You're definitely not Elite, and you're not really a Wannabe either. I'd say you're more of an Outcast, but with a twist."

Ha-Na raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "What do you mean?"

Yoon-Ah leaned in, a conspiratorial look on her face. "I mean, you're friends with Ji-Hoon, who's basically the king of the school. That makes you kind of... untouchable."

Yoon-Ah nodded thoughtfully. "Yeah, family background plays a big role here. If you're from a wealthy or influential family, it can open a lot of doors for you. But if you're not..." She trailed off, shrugging.

Ha-Na listened intently, her mind racing with thoughts of her own family background. She had deliberately kept it under wraps, not wanting to be judged or treated differently because of it. She wanted to make friends and connections based on who she was as a person, not because of her family's wealth or status.

"I see," Ha-Na said, trying to sound nonchalant. "Well, I'm just trying to focus on my studies and make some friends. I don't really think about that stuff too much."

Yoon-Ah smiled knowingly. "I think that's really cool, Ha-Na. You're definitely not like the other girls here. Most of them are so caught up in trying to climb the social ladder, they forget what's really important."

Ha-Na smiled back at Yoon-Ah, feeling a sense of gratitude towards her new friend. Maybe, just maybe, she had found someone who truly understood her.

Yoon-Ah's expression turned serious. "But, Ha-Na, you need to be careful too. In a school like this, if you don't establish yourself as someone who can't be pushed around, people will take advantage of you."

Ha-Na nodded thoughtfully. She had already experienced a taste of that with Shin-Ae's bullying.

Yoon-Ah continued, "You need to find your own group, your own allies. People who will have your back and help you navigate the school's social scene."

Ha-Na looked at Yoon-Ah, feeling a sense of gratitude towards her. "Thanks for looking out for me, Yoon-Ah. I really appreciate it."

Yoon-Ah smiled. "No problem, Ha-Na. We're friends now. And I always look out for my friends."

The group of people who walked in were clearly the school's elite. They were all impeccably dressed, with designer clothes and accessories that screamed wealth and privilege.

At the center of the group was Namjoon, the same boy who had plopped down in the seat next to Ha-Na in class earlier that day. He looked just as relaxed and carefree now as he had then, his eyes scanning the room with a lazy intensity.

Yoon-Ah followed Ha-Na's gaze and whispered, "That's Namjoon, if Ji-Hoonis the heartthrob and Prince charming then Namjoon is the school's resident bad boy. He's got a reputation for being reckless and unpredictable, but he's also got a certain charm that's hard to resist."

Ha-Na felt a flutter in her chest as Namjoon's eyes met hers. For a moment, they just stared at each other, the air thick with tension.

Then, Namjoon smiled, a slow, lazy smile that made Ha-Na's heart skip a beat. He nodded at her, a slight inclination of his head, before turning to his friends and laughing at something one of them had said.

As Namjoon smiled, his dimples appeared, deepening the creases in his cheeks. Ha-Na felt her heart flutter in response, her eyes drawn to the charming smile that seemed to light up the entire room.

Yoon-Ah nudged Ha-Na playfully. "See what I mean?" she whispered. "Namjoon's got a way of making you feel like you're the only person in the room."

Ha-Na blushed, feeling a little self-conscious about the way she was staring at Namjoon. But she couldn't help it - there was something about him that drew her in, something that made her feel like she wanted to know more about him.

Ha-Na's eyes snapped back into focus as she remembered who she was and where she came from. She was a transmigrator, someone who had been given a second chance at life in a new world. And with that realization came a sense of clarity and purpose.

She shook her head, feeling a little silly for getting caught up in Namjoon's charming smile. She had more important things to worry about, like navigating this new world and making a life for herself.

Yoon-Ah looked at her curiously. "Hey, Ha-Na, are you okay? You spaced out for a second there."

Ha-Na smiled wryly. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just a little... distracted."

Ha-Na spent the rest of the day keeping a low profile, avoiding any situations that might draw attention to herself. She attended her classes, took notes, and participated in discussions, all while maintaining a calm and composed demeanor.

As the final bell rang, signaling the end of the school day, Ha-Na breathed a sigh of relief. She gathered her belongings and headed out of the school building, eager to get home and unwind.

The walk home was quiet and uneventful, giving Ha-Na a chance to clear her mind and process the events of the day. She thought about Namjoon and his charming smile, but also about her own identity and the fact that she was a transmigrator.

As Ha-Na approached her mansion, she felt a sense of comfort and familiarity wash over her. The grand estate loomed before her, its elegant facade and beautifully manicured gardens a testament to her family's wealth and status.

Ha-Na walked through the front door, greeted by the warm smile of her maid, who took her bag and helped her out of her shoes.

"Welcome home, Miss Ha-Na," the maid said, bowing slightly. "How was your day?"

Ha-Na smiled, feeling a sense of relief wash over her as she stepped into the safety and security of her own home. "It was fine, thank you," she said, heading towards her room to change and unwind.

Ha-Na sat on her bed, staring blankly at the wall as she replayed the events of the day in her mind. Something had been nagging at her, a feeling of déjà vu that she couldn't shake.

And then, it hit her. The realization was like a ton of bricks falling on her, making her feel like her whole world had been turned upside down.

This wasn't just a new school, a new life. This was a story she knew. A story she had read before.

Ha-Na's eyes widened as she thought back to the novels she had knew before her transmigration.

And then it clicked. The characters, the setting, the plot... it was all so familiar.

Ha-Na's mind reeled as she realized the truth. She wasn't just a transmigrator. That Namjoon...

Now realising his identity, she felt complicated.

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"Ha-Na's world had been turned upside down, and she was left to navigate the blurred lines between reality and fiction."

_End of Chapter 5_