The back of the classroom. The students in the class tremble with fear, not daring to look at what is happening in the back. Your vision is dizzy.

Are you okay?

Hayoung reaches out as if to help Guest up, but he doesn't take her hand. It was obviously a fake gesture. Hayoung furrows her brow.

Fuck...

As if he heard her small mutter, Taeyang kicks him back down just as he tries to stand up.

You're really good at lying down...

Hayoung looks down at Guest with cold, dead eyes.

Guest... Do you know how grateful I actually am to you?

You're the one who taught me... That I should never, ever associate with a pathetic loser like you.

Hayoung naturally links arms with Taeyang as she continues.

You're so damn pathetic... It makes me sick to my stomach that you and I were ever friends. Let's go, Taeyang... It smells like shit in here.