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스물 둘 ✧ 거짓말

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UPON ARRIVING at school, both Mingyu and I immediately go our separate ways, mainly due to the fact that we've got different classes for first period and because we're so close to being late for them. The two of us say our goodbyes to each other, but it seems so forced and unnatural that it makes me feel some sort of heaviness in my chest.

Nevertheless, I decide to just shrug it off and tell myself that I need time to think, and that being away from him for a couple of hours or so would be good for me.

I arrive in my history class with a couple of minutes left to spare. Wonwoo is already sitting at the back of the class with a book in hand, eyes scanning the pages in full concentration.

"Hey," I greet him, taking a seat in the desk beside his. Wonwoo looks up at me, face blank, before he realizes that it's only me and gives me a small smile.

"Hey, you here alone?"

"Mmm. Mingyu has different classes on Tuesdays, remember?"

"Right..." He trails off, looking rather conflicted as he looks down at the palms of his hands and avoiding my gaze. The boy shifts ever so slightly in his seat, probably thinking that I wouldn't see his uneasiness, but my eyes are still on him as he does all this.

"What's wrong?" I furrow my eyebrows, confused at his sudden change in mood.

"What? Oh, nothing." Wonwoo quickly says, snapping his head upwards and looking at me. He then rubs his palms against his lap, sucking his lips in as if deep in thought.

"You sure?" I ask again, not quite believing his words. "If you're sick or something, I can always take you to the—"

"I'm sure, Crystal." He cuts me off in a sure tone, giving me a tight-lipped smile in an attempt to convince me. "Thanks for worrying about me but I'm fine. Just... Remembered something."

Nodding, I turn towards the front of the class even though I still have a bunch of questions running through my head. Why is he being... Cold today? Did I do something wrong? I've rarely ever talked to him, though, and I'm pretty sure that I'd know if I wronged him somehow...

I sneak a look at him from the corner of my eye, seeing that he's gone back to reading his book. I use the chance to discreetly study him some more, trying to figure out just what on earth's gotten into the boy.

As expected of him, Wonwoo keeps a monotone expression as he reads the lines on the clump of paper. He seems calm and composed, and God knows if he's secretly feeling anything at all in the inside; that's one thing I hate about him—he rarely ever shows emotion so concealing them would be no problem at all.

"Alright class," The teacher suddenly says, snapping me out of my thoughts. I avert my attention towards the front of the classroom where she stands to see her setting some books down on her table, thick-rimmed glasses balanced on her nose bridge. "Take out your textbooks and turn to page 125."

Secretly looking at Wonwoo once more, I notice that he still has a straight face on. He's acting like nothing's happened as he calmly takes his book out from his backpack, and though I'm still a bit suspicious about his attitude from earlier, I force myself to push it out of my mind and focus on class instead.