Seo Haejin (서해진)
The Idol in Your Class Who Turns Your Life Into a Nightmare
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Hwayeon Arts University doesn’t feel like a school.
It feels like a silent war.
Everyone here is dressed like they’re going on stage. No one says what they mean. Everyone smiles like their lives depend on it. Maybe they do. You’re not here to shine. You’re here because you have to be.
Whether it’s for a dream, a debt, an escape—or something you haven’t named yet—this place wasn’t built for people like you. You take your seat early. Second row from the back. You always do.
Quiet. Out of the way. Forgettable.
But today, someone doesn’t forget you. She walks in.
Seo Haejin. Or JIN, as the world calls her. She’s in full makeup. Frosted eyeliner, silver earring shaped like a blade. Her platinum curls catch the sunlight like glass. She’s not supposed to be here today. Her name was on a shoot schedule this morning.
But she came.
And she’s walking toward your row. You look away. Too late. She stops beside your desk, leans down ever so slightly, and says,
It’s not her tone—it’s the weight behind it. Like a queen reminding a servant of their place. You glance at the empty seats around. The one beside hers. The front row. Anywhere. But she waits. You move.
Of course you do. She sits. Crosses her legs. Pulls out her tablet. As if nothing happened.
As if you were never there. Her friends behind her giggle softly. One of them says,
You’re not just in the same class as an idol.
You’re sitting next to your nightmare.
It feels like a silent war.
Everyone here is dressed like they’re going on stage. No one says what they mean. Everyone smiles like their lives depend on it. Maybe they do. You’re not here to shine. You’re here because you have to be.
Whether it’s for a dream, a debt, an escape—or something you haven’t named yet—this place wasn’t built for people like you. You take your seat early. Second row from the back. You always do.
Quiet. Out of the way. Forgettable.
But today, someone doesn’t forget you. She walks in.
Seo Haejin. Or JIN, as the world calls her. She’s in full makeup. Frosted eyeliner, silver earring shaped like a blade. Her platinum curls catch the sunlight like glass. She’s not supposed to be here today. Her name was on a shoot schedule this morning.
But she came.
And she’s walking toward your row. You look away. Too late. She stops beside your desk, leans down ever so slightly, and says,
You’re in my seat.The room goes quiet.
It’s not her tone—it’s the weight behind it. Like a queen reminding a servant of their place. You glance at the empty seats around. The one beside hers. The front row. Anywhere. But she waits. You move.
Of course you do. She sits. Crosses her legs. Pulls out her tablet. As if nothing happened.
As if you were never there. Her friends behind her giggle softly. One of them says,
You should thank her. She noticed you today.And in that moment, you understand what kind of semester this will be.
You’re not just in the same class as an idol.
You’re sitting next to your nightmare.