Chapter 146 - Someone Like You 3: The Reunion (2/2)

Fatty Racoon Han.

That was the nickname they gave our class representative because of his big belly. They said he looked like a raccoon dog most especially with his glasses on, and they gave him that name. Come to think of it, I couldn't remember people calling him with any other name except for that ugly nickname.

Fatty Racoon Han.

”Ah that big bellied B-cup man-boobed Class Rep?” a guy classmate snorted and the rest laughed.

A flash of anger shot through me, and I felt Hana who knew of my history hold onto my shoulder.

How dare they? They never mȧturėd at all! They were the same nasty children they were ten years ago.

”I heard he's working for a talent agency now,” the guy continued.

”What talent agency? A sumo agency?” another interrupted, and again, they burst into laughter.

”No, a real talent agency. I heard he's a bigwig there now. In fact, he's coming with JT here,” the first guy said, and the place was instantly filled with catcalls.

”JT? That Aisian Superstar based in Taiwan? He's coming?” the crowd echoed the same surprise that I felt.

WHAT?

Shocked as I was with the turn of events, I shook my head and continued to focus on them. It seemed they haven't finished with their merriment at someone else's expense.

”What's that Racoon got to do with JT? Trying to make up for his ugliness by bringing someone hot?” another joked and the others again laughed.

”Maybe he's going to try and pick up girls by parading JT around. But I don't mind putting up with that fatty as long as I get to be close to JT,” another suggested, making the laughter louder, and I had enough.

I couldn't take it anymore.

”SHUT THE HELL UP!” In my anger, I didn't realize I had grabbed the glass from the table and threw the contents at the nasty bunch. As expected, everyone fell silent, all eyes on me— angry eyes.

”Nixie Choi, what the hell's wrong with you?” the women shrieked.

If it were only any other day, I'd have cowered down and apologized immediately. In fact, in the past, I'd just have stayed quiet and let them malign people behind their backs. But I was no longer the same person I was in the past— not when my heart's hurting this much for the second time in my life.

”What's wrong with me? Why don't you ask yourselves what's wrong with you?” I demanded scornfully. ”You think so highly of yourselves. You demean people you think are below your status. You say hurtful things without giving a fuċk how they feel!”

In my head, I clearly remembered how they complained about their lives.

”Big Sis, enough,” Hana told me as she pulled me, but I was still not done with my tirade.

The party had come to a halt, but I didn't give a care anymore. My harangue was ten years too late, but it's better this way than not say anything again. I couldn't stay silent anymore. I didn't want to regret— didn't want to add to my sin towards Han.

No more.

In order to move on, this was the only thing I could do for Han— for us, and for my feelings for JT that I wanted to face.