Perfect Lie - Yoonmin

2. Growl

'How was media history?' Taehyung asks, as he takes a big bite of his sandwich. I look at him in awe, as always, as I wonder where he leaves all that food, since he still looks so good.

'History was fine, I just wish it was more interesting,' I declare, a sigh leaving my mouth.

I truely didn't mind studying Art Culture and Media, but since it's Taehyung who's asking the question, I can't help but feel slightly dissappointed by my study.

Ever since I can remember, I wanted to study Liberal Arts and Sciences, which would lay a path towards either a dancing or singing career. However, when final exams rolled around the corner in high school last year, my concentration was at a low point. How ever much I was studying, things just didn't stick in my brain, all I could think about was what was for dinner and how I could avoid that.

Evidentually, I couldn't enroll in my top choice of studies and had to settle for my second choice. Taehyung, however, used some of his modelling portfolio to score a place in the Liberal Arts and Sciences study. We still go to the same university, but it would have been nice to take the same subjects as him. I'm still glad I get to see my best friend at University, otherwise it would have been unbearable here.

The already dark cloud called Monday seemed to get even darker, having been reminded by the fact that I was now stuck in this study. I pick the stem of the strawberry and pop it in my mouth. That makes ten.

I quickly close the lid of the container and put it back in my backpack as I stand up from the canteen table.

'I'm gonna make my way to my next class, the building is quite far from here so I should really get going,' I throw Taehyung a smile, as he takes his eyes from the piece of carby bread and a smear of mayonaise covers the tip of his nose, just above his mole.

'You barely ate anything, shouldn't you have a sandwich? Here, you can have half of mine!' He tears the bread in half and tries to hand it to me. Sweat immediatly starts forming on my forehead, as a million thoughts race through my brain.

'No, no it's fine Taehyung! I'll eat on my way to class! You should eat your sandwich by yourself, I don't want you to go hungry.' I chuckle softly and try to make it seem like I'm telling the truth.

Taehyung, again, tries to convince me that it's fine to take the other half of his sandwich, but after ensuring him that I'll eat whilst walking to class, he sights and makes his way through the other half of the bread.

I quickly wave him goodbye and find my way out of the building, even though I can still feel his sad eyes piercing into my back.

Once outside, the sun creeps its way from behind one of the few clouds and lights up the area around me. Other students around me take off their jackets, grateful for the sun finally showing up mid-spring. I, however, can't seem to feel the heat and get a bit deeper into my coat, trying to get rid of the goosebumps which are still all over my body ever since I left the warm canteen.

Before I enter the building where my class takes place, I make sure to throw away the sandwich my Mom prepared for me this morning. I've come to terms with the waste side of this, since this has been a habit for the last year: I've learned to appreciate the food and love my Mom put into the sandwich without having to actually take a bite of it. It's better that way.

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'Mr. Park, do you maybe know the answer?'

My eyes leave the book laying in front of me, covered in people doing different poses of ballet, and make contact with the Ms. Lee. I have absolutely no idea what the question is; I've been too busy trying to keep my stomach from growling. The copious amounts of water and stomach clenching only work to a certain extent, which does not cover the two-hour time-span of dance theory class.

'I'm not sure, Ms. Lee, I'm sorry.' I try to make my eyes hold an apologetic look, which portray the message of 'I'm just a student, don't expect too much from me,' which seems to work as she continues asking another student.

Saved, but only on a certain level, as my stomach seems to disagree with my mind. A loud noise fills the room, and I wish I could dig a hole and hide in it, since I can basically feel the people around my staring at me.

'Are you hungry?' Jae-Hyung jokingly asks me, as if it's not totally obvious by now. A nervous laugh leaves my lips, as I shake my head.

'No, I've just eaten lunch! Why does this always happen, this is too awkward!' I chuckle softly and grip my stomach a bit tighter to make it seem as if the words I just spoke were true.

But they were never true.

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'Click'

My car unlocks at my command as I push the button on the car key. A wall of heat hits me as soon as I open the door, but I embrace the warmth as best as I can, since I've basically been feeling cold for the entirity of the day.

Quickly I swing my backpack on the backseat of the car, but I'm greeted with a clanging sound of metal against metal, which I hadn't expected. I look what might have caused this sound, and a pang hits me: Yoongi's jacket. 

The little metal part of my zipper had hit one of the buttons from the jacket, which I had totally forgotten was still in my car. 

Memories of the night before start flooding back as I instantly look for my phone, which I had basically ignored ever since I had sent the message to Yoongi that I'd returned 'home.' I'm just too scared to see the reply, but I can't ignore him any longer. I don't want to. 

I'm glad you got home savely, hopefully a long night of sleep will do you good! I hope it does. Good night! - Suga

A soft smile forms on my face as my eyes scan the message over and over again. Still, the slight guilt of lying makes me feel somewhat uneasy. I don't want to lie to him, he does not deserve that. 

Then I'm surprised to see that he sent another message this morning:

Good morning! I hope you slept well and feel a lot better! I casually looked at the work schedule, and saw that you have to work tonight, maybe we can meet up after that and grab a drink? Only if you're feeling well enough of course, I just want to make sure that something like this doesn't happen again, so finding out the cause would be nice, I guess. -Suga

The crazy amount of anxiety can't weight down my exitcement, or the corners of my mouth for all that matter. 

My eyes glimp back to his jacket: never have I been more excited, and scared, to go to work.