The Girl Who Wrote at Midnight
Chapter 1: The Girl Who Wrote at Midnight
Yeo Eui Ju was not special.
At least, that’s what she told herself every morning while tying her shoelaces too fast and walking into school like she belonged to the background.
She was average in every way that mattered to people who never looked twice—average grades, average attendance, average voice that never rose above “excuse me” or “sorry.” Even her teachers sometimes forgot her name and recovered by checking the register with a small cough of embarrassment.
And Eui Ju never corrected them.
It was easier that way.
If no one noticed her too much, no one expected anything either.
But the world had a strange habit of balancing things.
Because at night—
Eui Ju was someone else entirely.
Her room became a different universe after midnight. Curtains drawn, lamp dim, laptop glowing like the only witness to a life she refused to show in daylight.
That was when she wrote.
Not essays. Not homework.
Stories.
BL stories.
Specifically the kind she would never admit existed under her name.
Her online account had no real identity—just a username that sounded like a joke until you read too far into it. And if you read too far into it… you didn’t come back the same.
The problem was not writing.
The problem was being seen.
Or rather—
Not being seen at all.
She stared at her screen now, chewing the end of her pen.
“Still no views,” she muttered.
The number on her latest chapter remained stubbornly low. Like the internet itself had decided to ignore her existence out of principle.
She leaned back in her chair.
“I wrote emotional trauma, longing, slow-burn tension, AND symbolic rain,” she said flatly. “What more do you people want?”
Silence answered her.
Her phone buzzed once.
A notification.
For half a second, her heart jumped.
Then she checked.
It was just a school group chat reminding students about uniforms.
“…Of course,” she sighed.
She shut her laptop.
Outside her window, the city didn’t care that she was writing love stories no one read.
And maybe that was the funniest part.
Because Eui Ju could describe love in seventeen different ways—quiet love, painful love, impossible love, love that never confessed itself—
But she had never actually lived any of them.
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The next morning arrived like nothing had changed.
School gates. Noise. Shoes scraping tiles. Someone laughing too loudly near the staircase.
Eui Ju moved through it all like a shadow that had learned human shape out of necessity.
“Eui Ju!” someone called.
She turned slightly.
A classmate waved her over, talking about exams, teachers, and nonsense she pretended to care about.
She nodded at the right moments. Smiled at the correct places.
Perfectly normal.
Perfectly invisible.
That was when the announcement came.
New faculty.
Four of them.
Transferred from different schools.
The principal spoke. Names were introduced. Polite applause followed.
Eui Ju clapped without thinking.
Then she looked up.
And something in the atmosphere shifted.
Not loudly.
Not dramatically.
Just enough that she noticed it.
Four unfamiliar figures stood near the staff entrance.
New teachers always came and went. That was normal.
But this felt different.
Like the beginning of something that hadn’t decided what it was yet.
Eui Ju narrowed her eyes slightly, studying them out of habit more than interest.
One stood with calm posture, arms loosely crossed, expression unreadable.
Another smiled gently, too politely to be accidental.
One looked like he would rather be anywhere else in existence.
And the last—
The last glanced across the courtyard.
Briefly.
Casually.
And somehow—
It felt like the world paused for half a second too long.
Eui Ju looked away first.
“Don’t start,” she whispered under her breath.
Because her imagination was already doing what it always did.
Turning strangers into stories.
Turning silence into dialogue.
Turning a glance into something dangerously meaningful.
She tightened her grip on her bag.
“I just need to survive this semester,” she told herself.
But somewhere deep inside—
A story had already begun writing itself without permission.
And Eui Ju had no idea she was about to become part of it.
to be continued.......
